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moonlit-mizukage · 3 years

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Chapter one: How the fuck did you find me?

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

Tw: Swearing, kidnapping, mafia mentions (Yakuza)

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Third person Pov

Y/n sighed as she looked down at her phone again. She messaged Tendou about 20 times in the past two hours.

“Still nothing?” Shirabu asked her. She shook her head.

“I haven’t even heard from Suna or Kenma. They are probably just working or something.” She said back to him.

“Is everything okay?” Mei asked as she sat beside you on the couch now.

“Yes of course my favorite sister!” Y/n said as she tackled her.

“I’m your only sister y/n!!” Mei said as she laughed back….

“How are you and Tendou? Have you made any official wedding plans?”

“Not till I am done school.” Y/n replied to Mei.

“You must be so glad summer is here! What is everyone up too?” She asked. Y/n never elaborated more into Tendou’s “job” here on this side of Tokyo. She knew her family and her friends would not approve as they didn’t in highschool with the minor things they were doing.

“You know, Matsukawa opened a Funeral home, Terushima, Tendou and Kyotani own a Motorbike repair and refurbish shop, Hanamaki is unemployed and doing Vape tricks probably somewhere for coins.” Mei laughed at the last part. “Shirabu and I are in school, we met two other cool guys at our school during first year, Suna and Kenma. Suna is in business and Kenma is in programming.”

“Oh that’s so cool!” Mei said excitedly.

“What are you taking again next year little sis?” Y/n asked her.

“I am taking photography! Dad really had a lot to say but Yams talked him into letting me go!”

“It wasn’t easy but I did it for her.” He said smiling as he kissed the top of her head.

“Do you both have a summer placement?”

“I got a job as a pharmacy assistant and Y/n will work in a kitchen.” They all started talking about school and summer plans now as Y/n messaged your big group chat again. She asked where Tendou was but no one replied….

Meanwhile close by…

“What the fuck do you want you whore?”

“Now Tori, is that any way to talk to your Mother?” Said the woman as she walked down the old stairs.

Tendou reached into his pocket as he lit up his phone. He quickly pulled a gun from his belt and pointed at her.

“Listen Tori, I just want to talk. Tell your friends to fucking come out too before I shoot them down.” Tendou pulled his phone out texting the others to come out.

Terushima, Kyotani and Matsukawa stepped out from where they were hidden walking up to Tendou.

“Do you have Hanamaki or not first off.” Tendou’s words dripped with disgust to the woman in front of him. She gave her signature smirk to him.

“BOYS!” She yelled as they tossed Hanamaki from a room atop of the stairs.

“Hey! Be careful with the hostage, would ya?” He shouted at them.

“Come up this way boys.” She said as she walked up the stairs.

They all walked up and entered the room Hanamaki came from. There was a large table inside with 7 men sitting around the outside holding a variety of weapons.

“Take a seat. Let’s talk business, yeah?” The five Monsters sat around the table.

“How the fuck did you find me?” Tendou spit at her.

“Easy, you still use my business name as your cute little side hustle. I wanted to do this when You were 18, but I wanted to see what you five were capable of. I see you got two new guys. Where are they tonight?”

“We are supposed to head over to my fiance's apartment with them.”

“Oh that girl that wears the jacket huh? A pretty little thing huh, hate if something were to happen to her.”

“Shut the FUCK UP.” He stood up and slammed his fist down on the table as three of her men stood up holding up their guns. She motioned for them to sit down.

“Listen Tori. I want you to take over like you were supposed too. I know you were not raised in this life like I wanted, but I see what you are capable of. Your dad, he never wanted this, that’s why I got him out of the way. I didn’t expect your Grandma to step up though. That bitch hated me so much.”

“What the fuck did you do to dad?” Tendou asked.

“Just a little bit of framing for a murder I did. Nothing big.”

“I fucking lived in so many foster homes you cunt!”

“Calm down, your grandma came around eventually. Beside it built your character.”

“What the fuck!” Tendou shouted.

“You can get mad all you want, but I would be careful if I was you.”

“And why is that?” He asked back.

“I wouldn’t want to do this the hard way, your fiance might just happen to go missing, and every hour it takes you to find where she is in the city would be one less body part she has. I would personally make sure of that. I would also make it so you could find her just before she dies.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tendou asked.

“How about dinner tomorrow night? I would love to meet her face to face.” She said.

“No! Fuck you. I won't let you touch her!”

“Okay, since you want to be a dick, I will give you three days to decide. Meet me here Tuesday night at midnight. If you fail to come, your-”

“I fucking heard you the first time.” he said interrupting her. He stood up from the table. “Let’s fucking go.” He said to the other monsters.

They all exited the building quickly as Tendou and them got on their bikes. Hanamaki of course did not have his, so he was riding on the back of Matsukawa’s.

They pulled up all in their shared driveway as Tendou got off his bike and whipped his helmet off, smashing the glass on the ground.

“Woah Guess! Easy there.” Matsukawa said. He stomped in the direction of the house before letting out an ungodly scream.

“Dude, what are we going to do.”

“We need to call a monster meeting as soon as everyone leaves and talk about this fucking shit.”

“What kind of gang does your mom run?” Hanamaki asked.

“It’s not a fucking gang, she runs the goddam south side yakuza.” He said as he went to the cabinet pulling out any random bottle of booze and started chugging it.

“Are you fucking serious?” Terushima asked. Tendou pulled the bottle from his lips as he looked over to them.

“I don’t think I will be able to get out of this shit. She’s probably got men on every fucking corner for 6 blocks. If you guys want out, get the fuck out of here in the next three days. Before it’s too late. Once you are in, death is the only way out. We are not kids fucking around anymore, we aren’t fuck heads scaming the government with our shops here anymore either. We would be handling guns, drugs, probably some kind of sex work, and worst of all, rivals from the North.”

“I’m in.” Kyotani spoke up before anyone could even talk.

“You don’t have to decide right now guys.” Tendou said.

“I already have.” Kyotani said as he walked away.

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bxdybcg · 3 years

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Daria: Where are you all?

Dante: By the bar

Iva: im on my date with adonis

Daria: What the fuck

Daria: did you see that?

Julie: I was going to say on my date but

Dante: hard not to

Julie: now im contemplating homicide

Iva: oh my god

Sage: t<«alking to this vamp who keeps lying

Julie: just bite their dick off and be done with it sage

Iva: are you okay, uncle lazar??

sage: he is the second one who is saying lazar is a demon hybrid

Daria: Alright. Stay calm everyone. Just ignore them.

Daria: We knew they would try to sabotage us. That was bound to happen.

sage: but i hate people talking badly about any of you

Daria: Sage, do you know who we are? Of course they will do that. Take any chance.

Daria: Just leave.

Dante: it’s not worth the drama but they are not going to get away with it

Daria: I need to think.

Julie: do we know who they are yet? none of my sources are saying anything

Daria: Apparently the news blog got hacked. It doesn't look like one of their own.

Dante: no it was Si’s progeny that spread it first they would have done that first if they could

Sage: it had to be that meanie!

Daria: Set all your contacts on it. They are going to pay for that. a week before the election closes. Can you believe it?

Sage: they're trying to make laz look back and we shouldn't forgive

Daria: Si was out to ruin Lazar from the moment he announced running.

Julie: already on it. want me to start leaning on the paper themselves? just because it looks like a hack doesnt mean it was

Daria: No Sage, we don't forgive.

Julie: or forget

Daria: Julie, yes. Anything you can do please. This will not go unnoticed.

Daria: WHERE TF is Lazar?(edited)

Julie: I'll work on it. If anyone knows anything, I'll find out

Julie: do we have eyes on the one who won Laz's auction?

Dante: Kang Lin, not seen him no

Daria: it's his contestant

Sage: haven't seen him

Daria: Should have known those leeches have nothing good in mind.

Julie: first things first we need to find him before this spirals out of control

Daria: It will be a fun monday with Yue Xie.(edited)

Julie: this rumor and a missing brother are not things I can deal with at the same time

Daria: Priority is finding Lazar.

Daria: we will take care of the damage afterwards.

Daria: He shouldn't be around alone.

Satan | cyberwhore (danceofsins)Today at 21:12

Dante: Lazar can look after himself and we’ll find him. He’s not an easy one to take down.

Daria: I know that. That's not the point.

Daria: I don't want him hurt or insulted in any way. He needs to be with his family right now.

Julie: i would have said the same about Estrellas coven a month ago

Julie: Hes our brother, and he needs our support

Dante: yes but panicking is not going to help our situation

Daria: Exactly.

Sage: I'll go look for him and mr. Kang

Daria: We are not going to panic. We will stay here and just endure it. Sage, if you are too upset about it go home.

Julie: im not panicking, I'm plotting. Plotting involves knowing where people are and what they are doing

Julie: and then Plotting means Revenge

Iva: okay

Sage; I'm upset, but big bro comes first

Dante: okay let’s do a calm sweep of the floor.

Sage: it won't be weird if I'm looking for him

Iva: can i go with one of you?

Sage: after all i came with him

Dante: you can come with me Iva

Daria: Let's just meet up, not be alone. Cling to anyone who is one of us - but don't be in a bigger group. I will stay with Leon.

Iva: okay, andreas and i are going now

Sage: I'm going to get Julie and then we'll start searching

Julie: im over on the north wall Sage, by the windows

Sage: Thank you, Julie, I'll head over.

Dante: might be worth approaching the twins to see if they know where their brother is?

Daria: Lazar, when you see this. Just meet up with anyone of us. I am going to drag Leon to the dancefloor now and then we will just sit by the bar. ( @Hep- Bringer of pain )

Sage: but they'll ask why we're asking for their brother

Daria: Good idea, Dante. Julie, can you take care of that?

Dante: explain we are just a little worried about Lazar

Dante: a huge deal doesn’t need fo be made about it

Julie: I'm on it

sage: i guess

Julie: if nothing else, I can always pull off the airhead act again

Daria: Sage, just stick to Julie. She knows how to handle all of that the best way. Iva, you too stick to Dante.

Sage: alright!

Daria: Just don't show them that we're upset. Calm. No panic.

Iva: yes

Julie: Me and Dante will keep an eye on them, you just stick with Leon and keep things steady Daria

Sage: I'll try my best.

Daria: Will do.

Lazar: you can all stop looking I was with Kang.

Iva: are you okay?

Daria: Where were you? Have you seen what happened?

Lazar: define okay? I was with the person I’m meant to be with. Made a deal Seen what? I’ve not been looking at my phone

Sage: Laz! They're being meanies

Daria: The update on your phone.

Daria: They're spreading rumors about you being a hybrid.

Lazar: one second let me look

Lazar: ...

Daria: Yes

Lazar: uh she told them? Why would she

Dante: it’s Si that spread this... wait you knew?

Daria: Who told what?

Daria: Wait..... what?

Lazar: ... how to explain... I didn’t know until recently

Lazar: like days ago recently

Daria: This can't be true.

Daria: How?

Lazar: idk how I was meant to bring it up

Lazar: I was getting it on with a vamp and she bite me. She said it tasted funny

Lazar: I’m not one who needs to be answering how!!

Julie: what.

Julie: which vampire

Lazar: does that really matter

Julie: yes

Daria: I don't know what to say

Julie: I think, personally Daria, I would start with "fuck" and move from there

Lazar: imagine how I felt! So fuck you...

Daria: Well. Fuck.

Daria: I can imagine. I just wish you had told me about this earlier. This is not the way I wanted to find it out.

Daria: You know I would always protect you from any harm. Everyone of you.

Daria: We need to talk about it.

Iva: im so sorry this happened so publically. It's no one else's business

Lazar: what was I meant to say? Oh yeah by the way sis I was shagging this bird she bite me and told me I was a hybrid???

Julie: you could have talked to us

Julie: we're your family Laz. No matter what

Daria: I don't know but I didn't want to find out at a public event in the middle of a million people just like everyone else.

Daria: Now that we know, we have to think about how to avoid further drama.

Lazar: sorry it not convenient for you, next time do you want me to book the next family drama in??

Lazar: I don’t want to talk about it, I want air and peace

Daria: Really?

Daria: That is how you want to handle it?

Daria: everyone voiced their support for you without even thinking about it and you just pull that on me?

Daria: on us.

Dante: Daria, I’m with him on this. He just learned recently too. Give him space. We can talk about it whenever. Just have to do damage control first. We can find out the how’s and the why’s later.

Daria: Did I say I wanted to talk right now? I just said we needed to.

Daria: You know what, go have your air and peace.

Julie: Laz, can you just tell me her name? I'm over by the bar if you don;t want to do this over text

Julie: but if I know who she is I can figure out who is trying to use it against you

Lazar: Valentina... small, fiery works for us. I swear if it came from her I might completely lose it

Julie: thank you. I'll see what I can find out

Lazar: I will Daria didn’t realise I need your permission

Julie: and you know my doors always open to you Laz

Daria: Don't talk to me right now.

Lazar: oh yeah because it’s such a big deal for you

Daria: I know Valentina. She doesn't seem the type to go against anyone of us. But see what happened, maybe you can find out.

Daria: I don't expect you to understand what lays on my shoulders in order to protect this whole family. But I said what I needed to say. I have nothing more to add.

#( conversations: daria. )#( lazar. )#( iva. )#( dante. )#( julie. )#( sage. )#( texts. )

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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100 Boy Meets World Prompts

Cory

1 “And I just want to ask one thing: What's this?” “No, NAME, we were just --“ “Undapants!”

2 “They want you to take the rolls!”

3 “Please pay at the register, honey. And tipping is not a city in China.”

4 “NAME, you're trying to seduce me.”

5 “No, I don't get hit by a bus.” “Why not?” “Because I use the crosswalks, I memorize the bus schedules, and if I've got a husband/wife like NAME, I ain't leavin' the house.”

6 “NAME, just face it, you're afraid to make a commitment.” “I'm not afraid to make a commit -- I've been with NAME for fifteen years!” “Ah, they've been good years.”

7 “Wait, is this you or NAME talking?” “He/She decided we're one person.”

8 “This is raw, hot, unfiltered passion, and that kiss opened the gates.” “There are no gates.” “Oh, there's gates.”

9 “You were one of those kids that enjoy getting spanked, weren't you?” “I always deserved it.”

10 “But I've never failed before.” “There's a first time for everything.” “That argument doesn't get you anywhere with him/her.”

11 “You're not my father/mother, NAME.” “If I were your father/mother, I'd spank you, NAME. Because that's what you deserve. A big spanking! Now take down your pants.

12 “How could you possibly get into this much trouble in one day?” “It didn't take me the whole day.”

13 “It's us against him/her. Living on the edge, babe.” “I like when you call me babe.”

14 “Maybe I'm dreaming. Pinch me! ... Not on the butt.” “Sorry, it was just right there.”

15 “Gee, NAME, I'm looking around the room trying to see if anyone asked your opinion. I don't see anyone. Is anyone? No?”

16 “Did you hear how I referred to myself in the third person for emphasis?” “I thought that was a nice touch.” “NAME did too.”

17 “Finally someone understands my particular genuis.”

18 “First of all, there is a Whipped Magazine. I didn't subscribe; somehow they found me.”

19 “You know, you're a very sexy boy/girl, NAME.” “Really? I'm a sexy boy/girl. Thanks. I can't wait to tell NAME.”

20 “I'm in! Those idiots let me in.”

21 “Well I am shocked and dismayed.” “Well now you can't be both. You be shocked, I'll be dismayed.”

22 “Wear something of mine. What do you want, a jacket or a hat?” “A jacket. I'm very prone to hat head. Sometimes I get it without even wearing a hat.”

23 “So how was your weekend?” “Ah, one of the all time greats. I slept in, I watched TV, I played video games. And Sunday I took it easy.”

24 “I'm supposed to see other people. You're supposed to wait until I die.”

25 “This is so great. I wish NAME was here.”

Shawn

26 “Use a mirror, babe.”

27 “You know, NAME, NAME said something interesting before that got me thinking.” “Wait a minute. NAME got you thinking?” “He/She seemed well rested.”

28 “You listened to NAME.” “Oh my God, I listened to NAME.”

29 “I mean, NAME, you're much cooler than I am. At least I thought you were.” “Trust me, I am.”

30 “Hey, if I had things my way, NAME would walk in the day after the honeymoon and have the whole thing annulled.”

31 “You know, I'd give up on them but I don't think they'd notice.” “What?”

32 “He’s/She's your ex. Let me spell that for you, X.”

33 “Please get out and don't ever come back.”

34 “Yeah, so it's like you're a couple and we're a couple, and we're exactly the same except that --“ “You're married and we're happy.”

35 “Well what kind of stupid thing was it for you to care whether I put you back together again? What are you, Humpty Dumpty?”

36 “I hate myself.” “You're not alone.”

37 “NAME, his/her lover.” “Oh, very tasteful honey. Did you hear that, NAME?” “NAME, his/her lover.” “Oh, shut up Yoko.”

38 “You're a disgrace to the entire back row.”

39 “You don't think I'm a geek?” “Of course not.” “You think I'm cool?” “Of course not.”

40 “You're thinking too much. Do what I do, don't think.”

41 “You sure that's three cheeses? Because I only see two. Where's the Gouda, pal?”

42 “Don't move. Maybe he/she doesn't see us.

43 “Oh, man, I gotta do something now. Think.” “You gotta think, NAME.” “Ow.” “Thinking cramp?” “Yeah.” “I get those, too.”

44 “Look, NAME, I've been doing some thinking. Ow!”

45 “We have to come up with a plan.” “You know that's so crazy it just may work.” “What may work?” “The plan.” “I didn't tell you what it was.” “That way they can't get it out of me.” “Get what out of you?” “Nice try.”

Topanga

46 “We've waited for this moment all our lives. What are you thinking?” “I can't believe NAME’s not here.” “I love you too.”

47 “NAME!” “Oh, no.” “Oh, don't you run away from me, you old goat.”

48 “NAME. My dear little butt-head. May I call you butt-head?” “Sure.”

49 “I don't want to offend any one and my family's feelings are the most important thing to me. But if she thought I was getting married in that freaking monstrosity, she must have been hitting the sauce.”

50 “Have you looked at him/her?” “Okay, so he’s/she's pretty, he’s/she's tall, he/she drives a new red convertible. Oh heck, I'd go out with him/her.”

51 “NAME, you transparent moron. If you sigh one more time, I'm going to give you something to sigh about.”

52 “You know I could take you.” “You don't want to dance with me, boy/girl.” “You don't see me running, do you?” “Bring it on, NAME.” “It's on.”

53 “That's it. That's it, I've had it! I don't want to put the Sweet & Lo in my purse.”

Eric

54 “Hey, little bro/sis. Life's tough, get a helmet.”

55 “So I said to myself, NOT THEIR NAME --“ “NOT THEIR NAME?” “That's what I call myself.”

56 “I'll do it. I'm the oldest.” “Actually, I'm the oldest.” “Yeah, but I've lived the longest.”

57 “I don't know what's going to happen to me. But I know I'm gonna be a good person who cares about people. And I blame you for that.”

58 “I sort of thought you guys would keep my room the way it is.” “Actually, NICKNAME, for that I think you have to be unexpectedly killed by a truck or something.”

59 “What are you going to do when your hair grows back?” “It's not going to grow back. I got my receipt!”

60 “I'm dead.” “I'm dead.” “I'll get as sick as you can get without actually dying.”

61 “NAME, one word: You're with me.”

62 “NAME, I think he’s/she's a witch. And not a good witch like Glinda, a bad witch like with the monkeys.”

63 “NAME, what are you doing to me? We had a deal. You and FRIEND are so perfect for each other you should be married!” “I'm not ready.”

64 “Oh, look at that. You wobble like a weeble!”

65 “Don't you see what you're going through? This is your middle east crisis.” “Middle age crisis.”

66 “Of all the nights to fight, I mean Halloween, this is the one holiday that's supposed to bring loved ones together.”

67 “How can I let it go when it haunts my very thought?”

68 “By the way, that last paper you wrote, I couldn't stop thinking about it.” “That's because it was smut! ‘My lips quivered.’ -- it was filth. It was screamy filth.”

69 “You can't do that, NAME.” “Why are you calling me NAME?” “Because that's your human name.”

70 “Stay out of this, NAME, it's a one man/woman mission. ... Will you help me?”

Mr. Feeny

71 “Don't you mean ‘do well’?” “No, I mean do good.”

72 “You are the worst babysitter that ever lived.” “And your children are the spawn of Satan.”

73 “I was expecting you. Today, tomorrow, yesterday. It was only a matter of time.”

74 “How are we supposed to get home?” “Wait 'til it's dark. Then run, very quickly.”

75 “You're still moving away? Ah, for the love of Mike, stop with the mind games, man.” “You know this is the reason I can't sell my house.”

76 “I know my man/woman.” “It's like we have one brain.” “Yes, well. That's too easy.”

77 “Ho, ho. Is that the stupid idea train coming 'round the bend?”

78 “Oh, I think you're much more stupid than you give yourselves credit for.”

79 “Well, since you're not set on a name for the baby, I, myself, have always been partial to THEIR NAME.”

80 “I'm not responsible for Dream THEIR NAME!”

81 “For years I've seen you give advice to everybody, but never me. Why is that?!” “You don't ask.”

82 “The guy on our couch eating our beer nuts.” “Mmm, nutty.”

83 “Wait a minute. Maybe we should all just think for a second.” “No, NAME and I tried that. It doesn't work.”

Jack

84 “You don't know what it's like to live here, man. You don't.” “Why do you stay?” “Because ... he’s/she's my friend. Because I like him/her. And no matter what crazy things he/she says or does, I still like him/her. God help me I still like him/her.”

85 “You know, NAME, I'm having trouble opening this jar.” “That's because it's a can.”

86 “I can't be poor. I'm too good looking to be poor.”

87 “I would never pay for that shirt.”

88 “He's/She’s too passive. He/She needs to voice his/her opinions more.” “Ooh, NAME, what do you think about that?” “I don't know.”

Angela

89 “You guys are our closest friends, but we are sick and tired of you!”

90 “Because I'd rather give him/her attention for acting normal.” “Oh, honey. We know that's never going to happen.”

91 “Let me ask you this, in all the time you were with NAME, did he ever call out the name S/O NAME?” “No, but he called out the name PERSON ANAME.” “In what context?”

92 “No, I was just a little surprised seeing you here, eating my food, which is mine.” — Rachel

Alan

93 “It's quarter after three. Only creeps and wierdos are up now.” [person c enters]

94 “Anything happens to NAME, I'll kill you.” “You like him/her better than me.” [person a nods]

95 “I have an incomplete future.” “Of course you have an incomplete future. The future's always incomplete. When it's complete, people tend to call it the past.”

96 “You chose FRIEND over your own flesh and blood? You're dead to me.”

Amy

97 “I don't like it when you call him/her an idiot, NAME.” “I didn't call him/her anything.” “Oh, well I guess I must have thought it in my head.”

98 “NAME, we used you as a decoy. We knew you'd be stupid so we used it against you.”

99 “What happened? I used to be good.” “NAME, I say this with love and respect. You were never good.”

100 “We're just asking you to get us off the hook.” “No. This is your hook, you're going to hang there like the worms you are.”

#boy meets world prompts #boy meets world quotes #cory matthews #shawn hunter #eric mattews #topanga lawrence #george feeny #writing prompts #drabble prompts #dialogue prompts #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy #i live in covid 19 hell #i love the feeny call #fee hee hee hee heenay

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zankivich · 5 years

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 5

Hiya! This is the chapter when we get to figure out a little more of why Shawn is the way that he is. I’m not interested in villains for villains sake; I’m interested in complex characters in need of healing and kindness and also to maybe fight for themselves a little bit. I think this is gonna get very interesting if the thoughts in my head are anything to go off of. Also I try not to bug y’all too often but I am very very poor at the moment so if you did want to buy me a Kofi right here. That would be life changing. Ya girl got bills. K bye.

WARNINGS: sex without a condom (gotta wrap it up folks), a mini panic attack w/o much description, and just some general softness.

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s in the studio. It’s his happy place. He remembered being eight years old, just barely big enough to climb into the seat, but finding something magical about the sound board. His nanny used to pick him up from school and he would beg her to take him to where his dad was working. They only started letting him go once they realized he’d stop throwing temper tantrums. He thrived there. He listened quietly and he learned about how to track vocals, how to create rhythms and what actual sound waves could look like for a vocal. And then he was thirteen, and his dad brought this guy in.

He was in baggy jeans and a green sweatshirt. His guitar had a plus sign on it, and there were scratches against the body where he’d strummed too hard. The sound guy told him his name was Ed Sheeran. He was there to sing for his dad. That day changed his life forever.

He went from playing soccer every day after school, to playing guitar and creating covers. His dad happily put him in the guitar lessons and the piano lessons and the vocal lessons. It was the outlet he never knew he needed, but couldn’t live without. Shawn was always thoroughly convinced he hadn’t been destined for much. Was never smart in school, never particularly passionate about anything either. And since the day he was born, all he knew was that his dad was powerful and his dad had money, and that meant one day he would have the same. Not because of who he was or what he accomplished, but because of who his dad was. Music changed that for him.

“Hey, pull back on the reverb?” He suggested to the producer. “It’s clouding the vocal. Trust me.”

There’s a guy in the booth. His dad’s new golden star. Niall Horan. His first album had done twice the numbers they anticipated, and so after a North American tour to test the waters he quickly pulled him in to try and do it again. That’s why Shawn was there of course. To oversee the creative vision, and “provide feedback”. What it really meant was, his dad knew he could determine what was good and what was bad, so why waste his time when he could have Shawn do it. As far as his dad was concerned, he should feel lucky that he was even allowed to be a part of the process.

“Aye, this is just isn’t feeling right. I’m coming out.” Niall said from the booth in his thick irish accent.

There’s a room of writers, but it’s actually pretty organic in comparison to some of the other artists under his dad’s belt. Two of them are friends of Horan’s from home, who had followed him along for the ride. He plops down on one of the couches and reaches for a guitar. His fingers pluck absently at the strings and Shawn can’t help but glance over there instead of filling out whatever dumbass report his dad was asking him to fill out. There’s a redheaded woman on the couch who started playing alongside him. Another guy uses his lap as drums, and they just start jamming with each other.

It’s electric. It’s that thing that made his stomach lurch like he was at the top of a rollercoaster. It’s what left him more at home in his own skin than anything else ever could. The energy in the room actually shifts. He swears he can feel the music. Like actually feel every strum in his fingertips as if its his hands on the guitar. It’s authentic and real and they’re just playing for fun.

But, somewhere in there he remembers that this is all he’ll ever get. Just watching from the sidelines while everyone else gets to play. It breaks his heart. It makes him sick to his stomach. So sick that he leaves abruptly in the middle of the session crashing outside and choking desperately for air. This is what he got. A noose that always felt too tight, with the hope every day that he just might get the chance to breathe. This was it for him.

***

*Y/n’s point of view*

Shawn: I need you.

y/n: That’s gonna be a little difficult. I’m in Miami, remember? First show of the tour for Grande.

Shawn: Well when are you coming back?

y/n: I’m staying through the first week of shows to make sure all the kinks get worked out. No pun intended.

Shawn: I don’t think I can wait that long.

You were walking past the merch booth getting set up and stopped to chat with some of the people working it. You had a lot of respect for merch booth people, depending on the show--and the pop shows were always the worst--shit could get hectic and fast. They deserved tons more respect than they got, and you were happy to show them some.

You peered down at your phone and read Shawn’s text over again. It felt a little off, even for him. You had gone stretches of time without hooking up before. There were times where he needed to be in LA while you stayed behind in New York, times where you had one show in one city, while he had one in another. It hadn’t been a problem before. You always just found time when the two of you available, and went from there. Shawn hadn’t ever pushed it further than that before.

y/n: everything alright?

Shawn: my dad is satan

y/n: well retweet sis! We been knew that.

y/n: Sorry. I wish I could be there to relieve the stress. If you wanna hop on a flight and meet me in Miami feel free lol

You head for the sound check, checking in to make sure that that stage was being set up, so that meet and greet could go off without a hitch later. You nearly trip over one of Ariana’s dogs and die, but other than that it’s fine. There’s hours and hours of labor that have to go into a show before the doors ever open, before those kids every step inside to see their idol get up on the stage. It’s your job, along with a host of other incredibly talented and hard working people, to make sure that those hours seamingly don’t even exist. You don’t mind it. Back in the early days you used to go on whole tours to make sure your artists were taken care of. It wasn’t until you turned thirty that you realized slowing down a little bit was in everyone’s best interest.

When you’re not needed you set up in an office space to answer emails and check in with the office. The afternoon passes quickly, and before you know doors are opening up, and the kids begin to pile in. You’re backstage making sure the band and Ariana are good to go, when the tour manager comes up to you looking panicked and confused the way he always did.

“Hey, y/n! Sorry to bother you, but can I borrow you for a second?”

You clap hands with Ariana wishing her luck she won’t need before heading off with Mike.

“What’s up, Mike? Everything okay?”

He nodded. “Yea! It’s just that I got a call from the head of security at the back of the venue, and there’s a guest for you who doesn’t have a pass.”

“A guest for me? I don’t have any guests tonight. Did they catch a name?”

“It’s uh...It’s Manny Mendes’ kid? Shawn?”

“What?!”

Mike winced. “He uh, he told them you personally invited him. Guy must be charming, or they probably would’ve turned him away.”

Charming, your black ass. He was a nuisance is what he was.

“I didn’t personally invite him anywhere! Take me to this dumbass, please.” You groaned in frustration.

The whole walk there you’re just trying to figure out how the hell he managed to get here that fast! Who takes a back handed joke, and then actually follows through it? Shawn fucking Mendes. This man was going to be a thorn in your side for the foreseeable future. God, was he lucky his dick was big.

Sure enough, at the back of the venue at one of the stage doors, Shawn is sitting there with a couple of security guards. His hands rest easily in his pockets, and he’s telling them a fucking joke that has them laughing their asses off. Where was the justice?!

“Hey. Took you long enough.” He chuckled reaching for a duffle bag at his feet.

What was he moving in?

“Shawn what in the hell are you doing here?”

He stared at you incredulously. “You told me to come!”

“I was kidding! How in the hell did you get here that fast anyway?”

“Honey, we have a private jet. Surely that’s not surprising to you. What are you gonna turn me away at the door right now?”

Mike is still staring at you with nothing but confusion on his face. He probably had no idea you even knew Shawn Mendes, let alone enough to accidentally invite him to Miami. This was bad. This was bad, bad, bad.

Your gritted your teeth. “He is very unfortunately with me. Mike give him a pass.”

“Are you sure th--”

“Mike just given him the damn pass.” You sighed turning on your heel to disappear back inside.

Shawn keeps up with you easily with his obnoxiously long legs. Mike power walks behind the two of you ear piece and ipad still blaring.

“Mike you can run along before curtain call. I’ve got things here.”

It’s not an option. It’s a directive, and he quickly follows it leaving you alone with your headache of the day.

“You really call the shots around here, aye?”

“Little bit. Follow me.”

You lead him to the little office space you have in one of the green rooms, and quickly close the door before more people find out that the two of you are together. He takes a seat on one of the couches like he belongs. You want to pull your hair out.

“What in the hell Shawn?” You groaned. “We have rules. Very specific rules.”

“I know. Look, I know! But you offered, okay? And I couldn’t...I wasn’t gonna wait a week. I need this. I need you.”

That certainly was a little more honest than the two of you typically got with each other.

You paused to take a better look at him, and it isn’t the prettiest sight. The smile and witty laughter from outside was a thin facade to the bags beneath his eyes and the frown that’s evident now. He looks a little pale, like paler than usual, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he hadn’t been sleeping well. You did know better. In fact you were starting to realize that maybe you knew him a little better than you gave yourself credit for.

You took a seat on the table in front of him, your legs knocking together in the small amount of space between you.

“What’s going on? And don’t say it’s just cause you’re stressed.”

He peered up at you, his fingers tapping anxiously against his thighs.

“Since when do you care? That’s not exactly within the parameters of our relationship now is it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not all of us go through life only living based off of what we can take from others. I know it’s a wild concept to you, but some of us? Some of us can actually be decent human beings.”

“Great so I’m a piece of shit and you’re a saint, is that it?”

“Why are you trying to fight with me? Don’t be a child; stop deflecting. Just tell me what the hell is wrong, and maybe we can fix it.”

“You can’t fix it, y/n. I’m stuck. I’m always going to be stuck okay? There is no fixing me.”

He looked exhausted. And it wasn’t the hard day at work exhausted either. This looked bone deep in him. You couldn’t tell if this was something you’d just never noticed, or if he was letting down a wall for you to see behind for the first time. Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. There wasn’t time to work through why that was, or what it meant for you to care enough to want to fix it. You just knew that you didn’t like it. That’s all that mattered.

You reached forward, your fingers pushing at his knees to make more room for you to straddle his lap. His hands immediately came up to rest on your ass, and you slid your hand over his heart. It was beating like crazy. He just needed to slow down. He needed you to help him slow down. When you kissed, his fingers dug a little more deeply into the flesh of your ass. He groaned softly against your mouth and pulled you closer. It wasn’t necessarily that you didn’t kiss at all in the time that you spent together. Shawn had no problem dominating your mouth. It just so happened that in a relationship built on dominating your body there were a lot of other things you could be doing than kissing.

His lips were still heavenly though. He knew how to tug at your jaw, how to pull you in closer and run his tongue perfectly along the roof of your mouth. It was as intoxicating as all the other things he seemed to be able to do with his body. Only instead of quickly moving to the next phase the way that he usually would, he kept you there a while longer. His lips moved against yours and your arms wrapped tight around him. You could feel his shoulders release beneath your touch, could feel his hands relax against your ass. By the time he flips you to lay your body down against the couch, fingers already tugging to get his jeans down his thighs, your lips are buzzing, and you feel kind of lightheaded. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Tell me what you need.” You whispered against his lips. “Tell me how to please you.”

“Need to be in you. Right now.” He muttered reaching beneath your skirt.

His fingers found their way between the fabric of your underwear, gently nudging between your folds where you were already wet. He tugged the thing band down off of your legs and tucked them into his jean pocket.

He groaned softly plunging his middle finger inside. “You’re always wet for me. Know exactly how to be good for me.”

He curved up and to the right, rubbing quickly against your walls to get you where you needed to go. This wasn’t about foreplay. This wasn’t a scene. There was no plan here. It was frantic and a little messy. But you liked it. You liked it more than you knew what to do with.

“Are you my good girl?” He panted jerking his finger up and down to touch the thing inside of you that made you thrash.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Please, Shawn. Please?”

“The faster you cum, the faster I can get inside this pussy.”

His bicep tensed and his breath came out in harsh pants against the side of your neck. His fingers won’t stop, won’t let up, and your body gives him exactly the reaction he wants every single time. It’s like magnets. Like he knows exactly how to touch you to make you scream. And you do. Always.

His thumb rubs circles on your clit and your body practically melts. Your back arches and your moans get higher as your orgasm hits. Not one to ever be outdone unless it’s by himself, Shawn withdrew his fingers and immediately pushed his way inside of you. The stretch alone in conjunction with the weight of him pressing you down into the couch was enough to heighten your orgasm to a place it’d never been before.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit y/n.”

“I can’t fucking breathe--Shit! it’s so good!”

The arm of the couch provides a kind of leverage you couldn’t get if you prayed for it, and Shawn’s taking full advantage. There’s something different in the way that he handles you. He’s a little more desperate than you’re used to. His hips are less skilled precision and more broken lunges. But you love it just the same. Push your hips up against him chasing something similar, chasing a high that will take you both straight off that cliff together.

“I love being inside you.” He whimpered against your chest. “Nothing feels like you. Wanna give it to you so good.”

“You do. You fucking do.”

His teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder and it drives you up a fucking wall. You dig desperately into the couch with your heels and cry out for him. It’s fast and dirty and not at all like what you’re used to. It’s just him, just him in all your senses. And you just wanted to give that back to him tenfold.

“Want you to cum for me again. Want you to come while I shoot my load in your pussy.”

“O--Okay. Okay I’ll cum, just please keep fucking me just like that. Please, just like that”

He pushes himself up onto his knees and moves your thigh up so that your knee is pressed against the arm of the couch. His dick doesn’t even make sense at this point. It’s like amnesia. Dick amnesia. But, he does this thing where he twists his hips every time he pushes his way back into you, and it makes you cum like a waterfall. And the second you’re cumming, his thrusts deteriorate into quick, rugged slaps against your sex. When he peaks, it’s euphoria for you both. Absolute Euphoria.

For a while neither of you move except for the pounding of your hearts in unison with one another. You can’t feel your toes, and it’s so sensitive to feel him inside you in this way. It’s not just good sex it’s a feeling that he gives you in wide abundance. You feel complete with him on top of you. Sated and fulfilled and taken care of.

“Wow.” He chuckled leaning down to kiss you roughly. “That was incredible.”

You giggled. “Yea. We’re good at that. Real good.”

He slides off your body and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. He comes back with some damp paper towels and cleans tenderly between your legs.

“It’s not my egytpian cotton, but it gets the job done.” He chuckled.

He already looks entirely different. There’s color in his cheeks and his eyes have that obnoxious sparkle shit that they do. You like him a lot better when he looks this way. And there’s a part of you that feels a sense of pride at being able to bring that out of him.

“Thank you, kind of.” You snorted softly.

You fix your skirt while he pulls his jeans back up. You can’t help but notice you managed to yank the neck of his t-shirt horribly out of place somewhere in the midst of your climax. The least you can do is grab him one of the merch shirts. It hits him in the face when you toss it, but that’s at least a few more seconds you have to calm the hell down.

“What’s this?”

“Figured we didn’t want people asking questions. Put it on, I’m sure there’s still some more of Ari’s set left.”

His eyes widened a little and he stared back at the t-shirt before looking back up at you.

“You want me to stay?”

It’s your turn for your eyes to widen and for the ground to become more interesting.

“You don’t have to obviously. You got what you came for. Ari, just puts on a really good show.” You mumbled.

“No I--I’d love to see the show. Haven’t seen her since Coachella.”

He changed quickly out of his t-shirt, sliding on a God Is A Woman shirt instead. The outfit change is a good one in your estimation.

“Great now give me my underwear back.” You murmured resituating your lanyard that got you in everywhere around your neck.

“Oh. Yea, no.”

You looked up at him and there he was leaning against the same part of the couch that he’d rammed you again not ten minutes ago. His long legs crossed in a similar fashion to his arms across his chest. That confidence was just obviously roaring in his system all over again. He was back, just like that.

“Excuse me?” You asked, eyebrow raised and pointed.

“I’m gonna keep them. Kinda want you to think about the fact that you won’t have any panties on all night, and I’ll be the only one who knows. Every time you have to yell at someone to do their job right, every time someone from the crowd bumps into you, it’ll just be you and I who know that you’re my good little girl. So I’m gonna keep them until I’m ready to give them back to you.”

And just what in the fuck does someone do with a speech like that?

“Yea….okay.”

You leave the greenroom behind in the hopes that no one will be able to tell what was done in there that night. Instinctively you reach for his hand and tug him along behind you to get the pits. It’s a sold out show, so there’s definitely a hell of a lot of people there, but you make it work nonetheless. With only the first half of the show missed anyway there’s still plenty of talent left for him to see.

At first you thought that you needed him to see what you were capable of. Ariana was all talent, all vocals, and iconicism, and magic. But, it was you that brought it all together, you who coordinated every little piece to make sure it all ran together without problem. Before you met Shawn, before ever deciding to do the little arrangement he schemed for the both of you, there had been a need to prove yourself. It came with the territory as a woman, let alone as a Black woman in a white male dominated industry.

Something happens in the middle of the show though, when the moon hangs from the ceiling, and her voice is belting out through the whole arena. You peer up at him watching the show, and there’s no ego to be had. It’s not like when other music execs come to visit shows, and they're just looking for a way to upstage you. He’s just there. Enjoying every note and letting the vibe of the crowd fill him in that way that you loved and cherished about live shows. It’s the first time outside of the bedroom that he eases the tension for you, that he gives you a sort of metaphorical pat on the back to say, “you don’t need to stand tall. Put that away for right now.”

You take a deep breath and let your head rest against his shoulder before there’s even room to think about it. Before you lose the moment, before the tension finds a way to ease back into your body, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. Ariana keeps singing. The crowd keeps screaming. And he doesn’t let up until the lights come back on.

***

“Where are you staying tonight?” You asked, trying to pay attention to the break down of the venue happening around you.

“Wherever you’re staying I guess.”

You peered over at the way that he was leaning against one of the barricades, still dressed in his God Is A Woman shirt, with a smirk upon his lips.

“So fucking cocky, all the time.” You snorted. “I’ve got a lot of work left to do here. I’m always the last to leave from a show.”

“That’s fine. You want me to head up to the hotel, or should I wait behind for you?”

“You’re really staying huh?”

“Told my dad I’m doing research. I think he’s found a new intern to screw, so he’s not really checking in at the moment. I could use a little vacation.” He hummed. “You want me to go?”

You bit your lip and ran your fingers over your waist where his hands had touched. It was dangerous letting him in like this. You knew it. You had to know it.

“No I don’t want you to go.”

He smiled softly. “Guess I’m not going, then.”

“Guess not.”

“Besides if I left?” He murmured stepping forward to cup your hip intimately. “When would you ever get your thong back?”

Bastard.

It’s well past one in the morning before you get to leave. Your feet hurt and you really need a shower and the hotel can’t come fast enough. There’s a car around back waiting for you, and Shawn trails right along side you with his louis vuitton duffle bag that again just reeks of unnecessary indulgence, but you let him have it this time. The soft leather seats of the BMW and the gentle shake of the car is enough to lull you towards sleep. You were the queen of sleeping on cars. Touring life was perfect for you. What you weren’t used to was having someone beside you too as you made yourself comfortable.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” Shawn chuckled.

“I’m just resting my eyes.” you mumbled heading leaning back against the headrest, eyes closed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be plenty well rested for sex later.”

“Yea...Okay.”

*thirty minutes later*

“Honey, wake up.”

“Mmmm...No.”

“No?”

“No. I’m comfy, Ti. Leave me alone.” You whined snuggling deeper into her shoulder.

“As much as I have a feeling Tianna could kick my ass, I don’t think our biceps quite look alike. I am definitely not Ti.”

Your eyes popped open in shock alerting you to the fact that you wrapped your whole fucking body around this man’s arm and he had done nothing to stop you. The gal! The injustice!

“What are you doing? Why did you let me do that?” You gasped detangling yourself from his grasp.

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t ‘let’ you do anything. Your body tends to have a mind of its own. Apparently even in slumber. We’re here though, princess.”

Sure enough the hotel is there staring back at you from the window. You had really fallen asleep. And he had let you.

“Shit. Okay. Let’s go.”

The hotel room is neat and pristine. You won’t be there nearly long enough to do any damage to it. Shawn places his duffle next to yours and starts his routine that he always does at night. His watch comes off. The bracelet. The rings. And it is insane the effect that it has on your body. Your spine straightens. And he turns to look at you over his shoulder, curls extra fluffy without any product in it, and it just runs through your body like a fucking current.

He makes his way over to you and his fingers skim your chin like it’s fine. Like he’s not shirtless in front of you with a six pack and perfect wisps of chest hair. You kind of wanna ask him if the women he sleeps with ever don’t want to get undressed in front of him, but then a yawn leaves your lips and that thought gets left far behind, along with the moment.

He smiled at you softly and tapped your cheek.

“Look you’re exhausted. Why don’t we just wait for the morning. It’s no big deal.”

You wrapped your hand around his wrist to keep him with you.

“It’s fine. I swear.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s really not. Let’s go to bed.”

“Shawn--”

“I said consent at all times didn’t I?” He interrupted. “You’re too tired to consent. We’re not doing it.”

Too tired to consent. That was certainly a new one.

But the way that he settled himself into his side of the bed told you negotiation wasn’t an option. And you were fucking exhausted. So, you crawled beneath the blankets and let your body relax for only the second time that night. How odd for it to be that both of those times were because of Shawn? And what the hell did that mean?

His scent was in your sheets. It was on your skin and in your nose. He was there. This all consuming force that just seemed to fill the space around him infinitely. To the point where you barely felt like you fit in the bed beside him. And yet he sometimes looked so small that you wondered how he could ever fill any space at all. You couldn’t ignore the look on his face in the green room. The exhaustion. The smallness. What was up with that? And why were you thinking of him so damn much anyway?

“You’ve gotta shut your mind down to actually fall asleep.” Shawn mumbled from somewhere in the dark.

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you for mansplaining sleep to me.”

“I’m not--just...Look, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing. What makes you think there’s something on my mind?” You asked defensively.

“I just can hear you fucking thinking from all the other way over here. Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time?”

“I’m not stubborn!”

You had one of those out of body experiences where you actually hear yourself speak, and it subsequently proved his point. Rude.

“It’s genetic.” You murmured softly. “Sorry. I guess I uh I’m just not used to having someone else sleep in bed with me.”

“Well thank you. We fall asleep after fucking most times though?”

“Yes well there’s a difference between being fucked into a coma and just lying beside the person.”

He took a deep breath. “Do you want me to leave? I can just go get another room.”

“No it’s fine! It’s fine. I swear. I’m just...adjusting.”

“Fine. You...adjust, then. I’ll try not to breathe too much and disturb you.”

It was a long night.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

The sun fills the room and it’s a complete and utter nuisance to him. Too early. Too bright. Too not cuddly. So he snuggles his face back into the warmth and ignores it for a little while longer. It’s the most well rested he’s felt in months. So well rested that he doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want to be without this warmth that he’s never felt before. And why would he? Why would he ever want to leave this?

He opens his eyes and all that he sees in brown. Cocoa brown with deep red undertones that light up beneath the sunrays. It’s the first time he’s ever woken up before her, her mental clock seeming to always pull her out of bed before his dick is even awake let alone his mind. The fact that she’s asleep is a miracle within itself. The fact that he gets to look at her while she does it feels like maybe a little extra miracle on the side.

There’s a freckle on the divet in the small of her back that he’s never noticed before. Her bonnet to cover her hair is the same color as her nails and there’s a part of him that needs to know if it was a conscious decision or not. Knowing y/n, it could go either way. The covers had slid down her back and he’d wrapped himself around her at some point in the night. And it was somehow the best night sleep he’d had in so long. No sex. No ropes. No lube. Just sleep.

He wasn’t dumb. Something was different. Something had been different from the very beginning. His hooks up didn’t sleep over. He didn’t fly to anyone, ever. Hell, he didn’t even drive to anyone. Uber was practically part of his foreplay in life. How the fuck did he end up in miami grabing her waist while Ariana Grande scerenaded them by fucking moonlight? He didn’t do this. He didn’t grab hips if he wasn’t fucking. He didn’t tell a woman he’d rather sleep then have sex with them. He needed to end this. And fast.

However . . . she was still asleep. And the sun was still just coming up. So what was really the harm in lying there a little longer? He pressed his arm back over her waist, thumb rubbing smoothly into the skin of her tummy. He’d get up in just a minute, would end it in just a minute. For sure.

*three days later*

“I will be back in less than a week.” She says.

“It will be over in no time.” She says.

“Stop fucking biting my thighs while I’m answering work emails!” She says.

After a break full of rushing her off to different rooms with locks on them in the venues so he could get his head between her thighs, it was finally over. His dad had finally called to ask why the hell his new Director of Talent Management was nowhere to be fucking found. It was time for him to leave, which meant days before he would see her again. Which was fine. Totally fine.

“So hear me out,” He argued as they drove to the final venue, he’d get to see her out. “I just think maybe Tianna should be taking me into account when she’s making your schedule. That’s all.”

She snorted. “I am not going to ask that woman to schedule dick appointments for you.”

“They’re not for just me! I’m thinking of you here too. Had I not taken off from my busy schedule to come to Miami, you might have actually combusted.”

“Women can go longer than twelve hours without sex Shawn. It’s yall who act like the world will explode if somebody doesn’t touch your dick for two seconds.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “I’m just saying it might be nice to know that you’re gonna be gone for weeks on end, ya know?”

She peered over at him from her phone where she’d been working away. She seemed to work harder and longer than anyone he’d ever met. Even more than his dad, which is explained why he couldn’t stand her.

“You could always...hook up with someone else while I’m away.” She said.

Her eyes are curious, watchful. There’s something behind the question that she’s asking, but he doesn’t know that on account of him being stupid. All he knew was that women didn’t just offer up the opportunity to sleep with other people. Even his past hook ups grew easily attached. It was his main reason for never repeating. Who was this woman?

“What makes you think I’m not, already?” He asked trying to match her eye contact.

She bit her lip. “The fact that you’re here right now.”

“Are you...hooking up with other people?”

“What if I was?”

He broke his gaze, not having it in him to keep staring at her. She was definitely stronger than him there.

“Whatever. Wouldn’t matter. ‘Snot like we’re together.”

She nodded. “Exactly.”

“Yea, exactly.”

The rest of the ride is silent. She was getting dropped off at her venue to continue on with Ariana through the rest of the week. He was heading back for NYC to get back to work. It would be a few more days before she flew back home. But, that was alright. He could wholeheartedly find other things to fill out his day. He didn’t need her at all.

The car pulls up to the arena and she pauses before she exits the car. She looks back at him like she’s waiting for something, like she expects him to say anything else. He doesn’t know what to say, just completely goes blank under her stare. She smiles at him.

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

“Bye, y/n.”

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mickmarstookmyheart · 4 years

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Life's a Sick Joke pt 7

Pairing: Mick Mars x Reader

Would like to start from the beginning? Great! Here is Part 1!

Sidenote: As this story is under construction, I would like to warn you that those chapters which don’t have a proper title are written in the main caharcter’s POV!! Be aware!!! Be awaaare! I hope you will enjoy this storyas I did writing it, have a nice day and feel free to leave marks!

7. “He is my brother.”

"Mass shooting at concert. On the cover: photographer who is rumored to be with guitarist Mick Mars, jump in front of singer, Vince Neil from the famous metal band, Mötley Crüe. There was a mass shooting..." You read it out loudly from the newspaper. "So what?"

"I understood that you saved Vince because I would've done the same...but you could've called me!" He ranted taking the newspaper from your hand.

"See, Mick? Everyone understands me except you." He just rolled his eyes.

"By the way, why didn't YOU called me?" Dylan turned to Mick. "If she was blacked out, you could've told me. I thought you are a grown-up. I trusted you to take care of her." Dylan was so furious, you haven't seen him like this for a very long time. He stepped closer to Mick who glared at Dylan. "I trusted you, man." Mick looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry. I... I just..." Mick started to apologize but Dylan cut him off.

"Don't apologize. It doesn't matter, now." He huffed and his face was crimson red. You put your hand on his shoulder to calm him down but he drifted away.

"Don't dare to touch me, right now."

"Dylan..." His hand swang so quickly you didn't even have the time to blink. His fist landed on the wall just beside Mick's head. He was just as shocked as Tommy and you. "Dylan, stop!" You walked closer to him and pushed him away from Mick. You stood between the two of them. You placed your hands on his chest but he pushed you away again and made you fell over. If Tommy wouldn't have been there you would land on the ground. He held your arms strongly and smiled at you.

"Hey there." How can he be this fucking tall?

"Thanks, Lee."

"Are you out of your MIND? You could've hurt her. It's okay if you hit me, but don't dare to hurt her like that again." Mick rushed to you and cupped your face with his hands. He brushed his thumb over your cheeks and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah, and you?"

"Don't worry about me." You glanced at Dylan who had his hand on his mouth and his eyes were wide.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry." He glared at his hands. "I don't know why I did that. I'm so sorry." He lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, and ran away.

∆

"Anyway, do we know anything about the shooter?" You were laying on the couch with Mick, whom with you discussed everything, he also apologized for his behavior after Dylan's burst out.

"No, but I think everyone knows who was it. At least from which religion." Mick muttered with anger. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead. It was his new habit. Not that you were complaining. He was sure the new album was the reason for the attack.

"Can I ask something?" Vinnie asked from the bed you were supposed to lay on. He was laying there and was staring at the ceiling. "Back at the auditorium, you said that you had been through worse. What did you mean by that? I mean, what worse could happen to you?" You sighed and instantly regretted saying that. Mick also glanced at you and Tommy and Nikki paid all their attention, too. You slowly sat up and ran your fingers through your hair.

"Do I need to tell you? Cause it's not my favorite topic." Thank Satan Mick realized that you don't like to talk about past stuff so he kinda let it go. He accepted as your present self and didn't care about your past. But now that you have a "new" friend who is curious as fuck, he will constantly piss you off with the smallest things.

"Yeah. We want to hear it." Tommy yelled and you felt Mick's hand on your back and was playing with the end of your hair.

"Goddamn, okay. So as I have already told or not told you I didn't have the most beautiful childhood. Just like you, Nikki." He glanced at you and gave a sad smile. "Our parents honestly didn't give a fuck about our wellbeing, or anything. When sometimes they realized about our existence they either hit us or yelled at even if we didn't do anything wrong. There was a night when Dylan and I looked after our sister...I was about 10 years old I guess, and Dylan was a bit older than me. Our parents slept at that time of the day. We managed to wake up Izzy and she woke up our parents, too. They were furious as hell and my dad even hit Dylan, even if he aimed me... Later my dad grabbed his knife and cut me with it." You sighed. That dream just brought up some memories you wished you could forget.

"What the hell?" Vinnie yelled. "Where are they? I wanna meet them."

"Let me finish it. The funny part just comes, I promise." You chuckled. "So, later, in the hospital I and Dylan had to lie that I fell over with a knife in my hands. They didn't believe it due they saw Dylan's bruise but both of my parents were joking about how clumsy I was." You lowered your head and played with the side of the blanket. They didn't say a word. They were both looking at you with open mouths. "Hey, but they are not part of my life anymore and I'm here and alive! And now I have a real family. You guys."

"Ohh we love you, too, Cooper." Tommy approached you and helped you stand up. He hugged you so tightly you were afraid your patch would bleed again. But fuck it. It was your moment and nothing or no one could ruin that. All the boys gathered and hugged.

"Okay, now it's enough." Mick spoke up and you burst into laughter. You turned to him and kissed his lips. He kissed you back more passionately than you expected. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. If I would've known..."

"Shhh. Don't worry." You kissed him one last time.

"Yuck. It's disgusting. Get a room, guys." Vince whined and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

"I think he is right." Mick whispered so quietly that only you could hear it.

"Hmm. Agreed." You smirked.

"We can hear you guys, you know." Nikki spoke up and crossed his arms.

∆

"Is this Mrs. Mars?" The famous lady whom everybody talks about?" Izzy giggled on the phone.

"You are not funny. So, I'm not calling you just for small talk. Do you know anything about Dylan?" You got in the middle.

"Nah...why would I know? Why I supposed to know?" She giggled nervously.

"Don't lie to me, little miss. You know something."

"I don't."

"You do. Literally, I raised you so I know exactly when you are lying, even if I'm not present. So what is it? It's about his job or what?" Dylan's behavior scared the shit out of you. He never hurt you or was angry at you. Like, this angry.

“Err. Dylan will kill me if I tell you."

"Me, too if you won't tell me. Oh for the fuck's sake I will convince him that I forced you." You snapped walking around as the wire let you.

"Sooo... Dylan has been acting strange lately. And on the weekends when I'm at home he is out..quite often. And when I asked him where is he going he just sent me to hell and left the house."

"So he is going to parties?" You raised one of your eyebrows.

"Who are you talking to?" Mick asked who found you after you worried yourself sick about Dylan and searched for a phone to call your sis if she knows anything important.

"Just Izzy." He hugged you from the back and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

"Oh Hey, Mick!" She greeted the guitarist.

"Hello." Mick greeted back.

"So back to the story, please."

“Well, one night I asked my friend to spy a little bit. We followed him to a bar, where he just sat down and drank."

"So that's the big story?"

"No. He drank so much I have never seen anyone drink this much. He was completely unaware of his actions. He almost got into a fight, too." You bit down your lip and started walking again to calm yourself down. You felt Mick's eyes following each of your steps.

"Hmm. And then what happened?" You started playing with the wire of the phone.

"I told my friend to go home and I will handle him. When I approached him he shouted at me and was angry as hell. Although he told me to leave him alone I helped him walk home. We sat down and I forced him to tell me what the fuck is going on with him."

"And?" You were on the edge of crying. You leaned on the wall and shut your eyes. You squeezed your forehead with your fingers.

"I don't know even if I have to tell you this. Or how to say it." Isabelle was insecure about it. She knew that you would freak out, but maybe it was Dylan's only chance to get back to normal.

"Oh come on. If you started then finish it." You yelled on the phone.

"He has problems. Anger problems. Like our dad used to have. And he is coping with it with drinking. After he told me he started crying and shaking. I had no idea this thing could be inherited." Your chest was heavy and tears ran down your cheeks. Mick just looked sorry and he gave you an encouraging smile, not knowing the situation.

"It seems it can." You muttered.

"And he told me that he went out so often because he didn't want to hurt me. He pisses off of the smallest things, well at least that's what he told me. And we both know I can be pretty annoying. Anyway, what made you call me?"

"Because Dylan was here. And he was so outraged. He almost hit poor Mick." He took your hands into his and placed a kiss on it.

"Did he hurt you?" She asked.

"No. Well, he pushed me a little but Tommy caught me. Nothing serious. You know we always did that."

"Yeah, I can remember. You two beat each other like professionals." You smiled from the thought of it.

"Do you have any idea where he can be?"

"Well, there is one place you can find him, now."

∆

"No way you are going there alone!"

After you hang up with Izzy you told Mick the whole story. He eagerly listened to you patiently while you tried your best not to cry. "You are not even allowed to leave the hospital yet!"

"I will talk to Dr. Prince Charming and finally ask him when can I go. I think they have already done so many tests that I don't have much blood remaining and I feel good, too so it doesn't have any sense to stay here more. And I'm already fed up with this place. I wanna go home...well at least away from here, from these people." You complain Mick the whole thing under one breath. He just rolled his eyes but you hoped he now got it.

"So after you are free to go you really think you can find him?" He asked not believing you.

"Yeah."

"Then I'm coming with you. I won't let you there alone."

"He is my brother. He won't hurt me."

"Hmm. Really? Then he was just joking around yesterday?" He crossed his arms.

"You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that right?" You murmured.

"I know, babe. And that's exactly why you love me." He put his fingers under your chin and kissed you. "Dr. Prince Charming, huh?" He asked a few minutes later.

"Yes. But I'm more like a Dark Knight person." You smiled at him and wiped away his hair from his face and kissed him back.

∆

You were walking down the avenue along with all the boys since they wanted to go to a bar and neither of them wanted to leave you alone with Dylan. You told him you don't need them there because it's family business but they insisted.

"Then please behave, okay? And don't hurt him!" You scolded them but they just laughed.

"Okay, mom." Tommy saluted and looked at you with puppy eyes. Mick let go of your hands while you punched Tommy in the shoulder. While you were beating him, Mick walked farther and stopped in front of a pub. He looked at you and lowered his head.

"What? Oh no." You looked through the glass and then you saw him. Dylan was sitting at the bar and he had a big bottle of Jack Daniel's with him. Half of it already missed and he was pouring more for himself. He looked miserable and he supported his head with his hand. When you wanted to enter, Mick grabbed your hand. "Hmm?"

"Are you sure you want to talk to him...in his condition?" He looked deep in your eyes.

"I'm completely sure." You glared at him, escaping from his grip.

"Then ladies first." He opened the door and put his hand on your back to support, both physically cause your wound still hurt like hell and also emotionally. When you approached him you hesitated. You gave Mick a final look and cleared your throat. You didn't want to scold him why he hadn't told you, just help him handle this situation.

"Khm. Dylan?"

"What do you want?" Well, you were disappointed by this answer, but not surprised. He was devastated.

"Can we talk? Please." You tried to smile but he didn't even look up from his glass. "Dylan, come on. Don't be childish!" You poked his shoulder playfully.

"Me, childish? You are the one talking?" He huffed and pure more whiskey in his glass.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked crossing your arms. You started to get a bit annoyed. Mick pulled you closer to him. Nikki, Tommy, and Vince found a table in the back of the pub but they were all watching the scene.

"What? You tell me." He took a sip from his drink, but as soon as he put it down you took it and the bottle, too.

"Dylan Cooper, at least listen to me while I'm talking to you. And we will talk about whether you like it or not! So you don't have anything to say to me? Why you are drinking like it's the most obvious thing early in the morning?"

"Give it back." He needed the drink. He didn't want to hurt you and it was the only thing that was able to hold him back.

"Answer. Then I will give it back."

"I said GIVE IT BACK!" He shouted and stood up from the chair. His face was inches away and you felt Mick's grip tightening on your hand. The boys were approaching you.

"NO. And don't make a scene. Everybody is watching us."

"I don't give a FUCK if everybody's watching. I give them a show like your new boy does." He turned around and pointed at Mick.

"Leave him out of this! Let's go outside! Please." Finally, you made him come with you and were outside now. The others came along, too looking serious. If it wasn't this situation they might look funny. But this wasn't the time for that.

"So?"

"What do you want to hear? That I'm sorry and I won't do it next time?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That I hurt you. And your new pets come with you to save you from me. From your OWN brother who defended you from your parents and gave you the home you can live in and everything. I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" As he let out his anger he started to cry.

"I don't give a damn if you hit me. And don't insult them. I told them to stay at the hotel but they came nevertheless. Please, Dylan, tell me what is going on with you! Let me help you. Please."

"Why are you treating me if I were a little child or a drug addict, huh? Do you treat them like this, too?" He gestured towards the boys.

"We are here and hear everything, you know." Nikki spoke up.

"Yeah man, don't talk about us like this. We have feelings, dude." Tommy added.

"Whatever. So let's make things clear, (Y/N). I don't have any problem and I don't need help. I'm an adult man who does whatever he wants. And if you can't accept it then leave me the hell alone! I don't want to see you or hear from you! Go around and kill yourself if this makes you happy. I don't care." He took a deep breath and walked away.

You heard a sound.

It was your heart. into a million pieces.

Next chapter

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ironspiidey · 5 years

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Superheros get Bullied too

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Chapter 1: Peter Parker & the Bully

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“Hey Penis!!!”

Peter rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, hearing Flash holler for him from down the hallway. ‘Nope not today Satan’ Peter says to himself as he darts down a side hallway completely not in the direction he needs to go but hoping to escape the other teens taunting for once.

“Penis!!! I’m talking to you! Can’t you hear?”

Peter hears him jogging up to catch up and seeing other students stopping and starring, Peter sighs and turns around thinking its best to just get it over with right?

“What’s up Flash?” Peter stuffs his hands in his pants pockets and looks at Flash cautiously.

The other teen swings his arm around the redhead’s shoulders and turns him around “Oh Penis. Didn’t that aunt of yours teach you any manners …” Flash looks at the direction Peter was originally headed and raises an eyebrow “Or sense of direction? Since I know we both have Chem next and that is not the way to Chem”

Peter stiffens as Flash’s arm goes around him “Maybe I just wanted to go the long way around and avoid the crowd.”

Flash rolls his eyes and pulls Peter with him, walking back in the direction they need to go to their next class “Whatever if you say so Penis. “

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that” Peter mumbles under his breath.

The other teen chuckles “Yea and I bet you wish you actually worked for Stark Industries”

Peter rolled his eyes and shrugs Flash’s arm off him. “Oh not this again. How many times do I have to tell you I’m an intern at SI so I don’t actually get paid?”

“Whatever, intern. Actually employed. It doesn’t matter, because it’s all bullshit. Out of all the kids in NY that apply for that position, there is no way in hell that the tony stark is going to choose you as an intern. “

“ Technically Peppe- I mean Ms. Potts is the one who goes through the list of applications and puts it down to a few entries and then To—Mr. Stark chooses between those. “

Flash stops in his tracks and eyes Peter suspiciously “Ms. Potts? You mean MRS Stark. Are you obsessed with him like a 14 year old girl Penis is that where this comes from?” Flash pokes Peter in the shoulder to which Peter just looks away

“Flash Stop!”

He started laughing as he stops walking “Oh my god!!! You have a crush on Tony Stark. He’s old enough to be your father Penis!”

Peter scoffs “I don’t have a crush on Stark. You’re being ridiculous and stop calling me Penis. Peter! Peter is my name okay. You’ve known me since the beginning of grade school. You’d think with that big head of yours, you would be able to remember my name!” Peter practically yells and notices more people watching them.

Flash grabs his arm “Hey! Penis that’s not okay, “

“Flash let go!!!”

Students around them stop walking and just stare as Peter tries to get his arm out of the bully’s grip.

“Your causing a scene there Parker, you should calm down.” Flash looks at him and Peter can tell he is pissed but he doesn’t even care anymore

And this is where Peter Benjamin Parker finally lost it. “CALM DOWN? YOU’RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN. ALL I AM IS CALM FLASH. Unlike you who feel some weird urge to pick and prod at me, call me a liar, fag and god knows what else when I’m not listening until I snap well congratulations Flash I have officially snapped. “ Peter then uses his extra Spidey strength that he usually hides to prevent suspicion and pushes Flash off him and back against the wall of lockers. “ you best leave me the fuck alone Thompson because I am done!” and without another word he stomped through the crowd of shocked onlookers and made his way to Chem.

After Peter finished Chem, There was thankfully only lunch and then AP physics today. During class Flash hadn’t said a word. Peter was fuming and wondering whether or not to call off his lab date with Mr. Stark when his phone started to buzz. Peter pulled it out and seen that it was Ned

“Hey “

“Peter omg did you really yell at flash in the hallway? Are you okay?”

Peter rolled his eyes, walking down the hall and keeping an eye out for the bully in question. Making sure he didn’t sneak up on him. “News travels fast it’s only been an hour.”

“Dude people are saying you lost your mind and was screaming at him and stuff are you okay?”

Ned always the concerned mom friend, Peter couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Ned I’m fine really. I mean I’m probably going to skip out on lab night but I’m fine I swear”

Ned gasps. “Peter you never ever skip out on Lab date night! You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes dude I’m fine!!!” Peter’s voice started to get high pitched.” I’m sorry Ned I’m just tired of the crap from Flash and I lost my cool. Meet you in the lunch quad?”

“It’s okay dude, uh about that. I’m actually going to skip lunch today and try and figure out this dumb English essay in the library”

“Oh well I’ll see you around then?” Peter tried not to sound too disappointed because he knew the reason Ned wanted to work on that essay was to be with his girlfriend Annie

“I’m sorry Peter I know you’ve been having a bad day but...”

“Ned its fine! If I get that lonely I can call Tony or something.”

“I’m sure you’d rather be talking to him anyways “

“Don’t be like that Ned, I’ll talk to you later now goo”

“Alright alright, ill text you later “

“Alright bye!” Peter smiled as he hung up the phone and stuffed his phone in his hoodie pocket. He walked down the stairs and almost made it to his locker without anyone bothering him but not quite. “Hey Parker wait up!”

Peter sighed and turned around, realizing it was just Harley he gave him a small smile “Oh hey Harley.”

“Soo not to be the reason that smile is gone off your beautiful little face…”

Peter blushes lightly, Harley is not unlike his uncle, always flirting and feeding Peter compliments “you’re ridiculous.”

“Seriously, you’re not going to like this.”

Peter looked up from opening his locker to see Harley’s guilty face and the redhead’s eyes narrowed suspiciously “You didn’t beat up flash over earlier did you?”

Harley scoffs “Oh no, the beating that little bitch deserves is not going to be delivered during school hours or on school grounds. Stark said if I got another suspension no more bike for me.”

“Ahh and we can’t mess with your precious bike project right?” Peter laughs as he takes off his big hoodie and stuffs it in his locker, grabbing his lunch.

“And that isn’t going to make it any easier.”

“What isnt?”

Harley pokes Peter’s arm where a big yellow bruise was starting, in the shape of a hand.

“Oh fuck, what am I going to tell Tony…?”

“Oh fuck is right, because the reason I’m here is because I was talking to Stark and he knows.”

Peter slammed his locker open “You fucking told him?”

Harley raises his hands palms up “Whoa there Parker, I’m not an idiot I didn’t tell him about Thompson.”

Peter sighed “Oh thank god.”

“But he does know. You see I heard about the fight and that you lost your cool so I texted him seeing if he heard from you because if Flash did beat you I know you would have called me or Stark.”

Peter nods in understanding

“Well when I texted him that, he called me. Asking why I was asking him because last he heard from you, you were saying how you were looking forward to lab time tonight and you sounded fine. And of course I turn my ass down a hallway and everybody is gossiping about it.” Harley rolls his eyes and stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets.

“And he heard it all didn’t he?” Peter says in a small voice

“Well to be specific, He heard Tommy running up to me yelling hey when we going to beat Thompson for laying a hand on parker? I’ve been waiting to beat his stupid jock ass for days.” The blonde imitates Tommy’s brutish voice.

“Oh no.” Peter sighed knowing Harley’s best friend Tommy was not one to be quiet when talking especially when it came to assholes like Flash.

“Oh yes. So now he wants to see both of us out front for our lunch break. And to bring any books will need in case we don’t come back.” Harley runs a hand through his hair slicking in back over his head. “And by we, I mean you” He adds.

“Shit, we’re so fucked.” Peter bangs his head against his locker.

“I’m real sorry Pete. “

Peter stops banging his head and turns towards Harley and sees he’s truly upset over it. “ Hey its fine, I mean as long as you can convince Tony that you’re not going to get in trouble I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

Harley smirks and grabs Peter’s sweater out of his locker “you’re probably right. Here put this back on. I don’t wanna be there when Tony goes ape over that particular bruise.”

Peter nods “I’m more concerned about what he’s going to do to Flash.”

“Oh don’t worry Mr. Thompson is never going to make that mistake ever again once we’re through with him.”

Peter and Harley whip their head around to see Tony Stark walking towards them. “Sweater. Now” Harley mumbled under his breath and stepped in front of Peter meeting the older man

Peter nodded and slipped the hoodie over his head

“Hey Mr. Stark” both boys said nervously, looking at each other and then at the man in question.

“Hello boys.”

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fallen029 · 5 years

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Crush.3

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"Alright, so yes, we can both admit, right here and now, that you, Lisanna, are a major failure in all things involving this plan and should be forced to buy me dinner, probably, if not just pay my half of the rent for the month, given that I had my heart set makin' things right with the boss only for your shitty ability to get anything done ruined that."

She sat there, Lisanna did, on the couch as Freed, who'd been the one to let her in, frowned at how Bickslow was addressing his supposed friend.

It was him, thankfully, that spoke. Because Lisanna had a few things she wanted to say, but none that would have sounded too in form for her. But Bickslow was slowly breaking down every ounce of composure she had in those days.

"Remember your tone, Bickslow," the letter mage reminded. "Not to mention, I have grown curious as to what the two of you are doing together. Did I hear you mention Laxus' name?"

"Nope." Bickslow even shook his head. "Not his name."

Lisanna made a face at him, but Freed merely sighed.

"Perhaps, one day, Lisanna," he remarked as he walked off, no doubt back to his bedroom, "you tell me what sort of friendship you could possibly find with Bickslow."

"You'll be in for a tale," she offered back, but Bickslow only snickered, finding this hilarious for some reason.

"Got me good, kid," he continued as, with Freed gone, she only came to take a seat on in the chair as he stayed flaked out on the couch. "Getting better at it. Wit."

"I'm getting better at it?"

"You have none of it, actually. Or at least ya didn't, before. But now, oh, man, I'm the best influence on your life currently. You've learned so much, kid. Almost makes the fact that you completely wasted these past few days by screwing up the plan-"

"How did I screw up?" She huffed, deciding to focus on that. Bickslow had a thing about derailing conversations and she didn't wish to allow him to continue. "You're the one that screwed up."

"Ah, no, Lissy, I didn't. Can I call you Lissy?"

"No."

"Lissy, listen," he went on as she only glared. "I'm a man of action. I saw the boss, I acted. You saw me, you acted. That's the problem. Me and you, we're one and the same."

"We're nowhere close to being the same. And my eye's fine, by the way. Thanks for asking."

"Your eye's golden." He waited. Then he frowned over at her. "Get it? I hit ya with a gold coin, yer eye's golden? Ah, you'll get wit someday, kid."

"I doubt you will."

He laughed. Or at least it seemed like a laugh. He let out a sharp, "Ha!" and that was all, but Lisanna figured, for him, that counted as expressing humor. Maybe. The man had a large spectrum.

"So I made," he said as he sat up then, fully, to look at her with a bit of a serious gaze, "a mistake. Sue me. I'm a tragic, dark knight. It happens to us. Our own hubris is always our downfall. We start to believe that we can make no wrongs. But we can. The natural conversation was derailed because rather than fostering it, I decided to hit ya in the eye with a coin. My mistake. Jokes are my one weakness. I enjoy entertaining others."

She was silent for a moment, taking in the most sincere he could be, before saying slowly, "You've not entertained me once since we teamed up on this."

"Don't lie to yourself, kid. I'm way more fun than any other other lame stuff you spend your days doing." Falling back again, he said, "But enough apologies. You're not a big enough person to give one to me, like I just did you, and that's understandable. The young and their hubris."

"My hubris? You just said you're the one with-"

"And then to interrupt. Disrespectful. You know, you and your sister both-"

"I thought that we came here to regroup. Bickslow."

He tossed a punch in the air. "That's the plan. Well, that's what we're gonna come up with. A new one. Boss won't take to the bar again for a bit, I imagine."

"Yeah, you kind of saw to that."

"Whatever you say, DNR."

"DNR!" The babies had been rather bored up to that point, but enjoyed circling around the woman then. She ignored them though, int hat moment, unbothered by this, and instead just glared over at their father.

"So what," she insisted, "should we do then? Bickslow? What's next? If we don't force them into a conversation up at the hall-"

"We...we… We make 'em meet up! Somewhere. Yeah, just happen upon one another, you know. Fateful encounters. Faithful encounters. Chance encounters. Lucky encounters."

"Enough," she griped, "encounters."

"Just one encounter, Lisanna." The babies were desperate for some attention from the woman. "Just one."

"I know," she told them, finally, and that got a cheer from the wooden dolls. Still, to their father, she kept up, "But it has to be one that means something. Mira didn't seem to think anything weird was happening, or at least no more than usual, but Laxus didn't as-"

"Dumb? Idiotic? Stupid?"

"Trustworthy. That's my sister, you know."

'Oh, I know. I know a lot about Mirajane."

"What does that mean?"

He had no idea. But if he said it in the tone he had, well, it sure sounded dirty, eh?

Still, Bickslow bounced up then, to stalk around the room. Rather than speaking to the woman, he asked his dolls, "Where do you think the boss and the Strauss should meet up? Babies? Has to be somewhere that doesn't look setup. So some place the boss would go, normally. With me, of course. Where would the boss and I go?"

"Park!" If there was anywhere their papa went, it was there. "Park, Papa!"

"Ah-ha!" He snapped his fingers too, coming to stand before Lisanna. "You think you could get your sister to go to the park with ya? Kid? You and your sis, out on a stroll, while me and the boss are...are… Oh! Hey, I could tell him that I wanna go trainin'! Or to go practice some tricks, yeah? Show 'em off to 'im. There ain't a good chance he'll go with me, but if I just goad him a bit, promise him somethin' in return, and oh, will I return, once he finally gets to lay with the, uh, Lord of Darkness, yeah?"

"Your sister she's Satan, ain't she? Got his soul?" Bickslow whistled then. "She could book herself that way. Make a lot of jewel. A night with the Ruler of Darkness himself. Or should she book it as herself? Both, I think. Attract more customers."

"Are you...asking me to tell my sister she should be a prostitute?"

"That is a harsh and unnecessary- Oh, I thought you said whore. Yeah, though, to both."

As Lisanna fumed though, there was someone far less in the know that overheard that and became extremely concerned. Freed had the misfortune of walking out of his room at that exact moment and, well, it wasn't the best conversation to just suddenly find yourself thrust into. As he quickly turned and rushed back into his bedroom, Freed felt his mind begin to race out of control.

Just what were Bickslow and Lisanna doing together?

And how soon would he be forced to act upon his insider information? He could not stand by and let Mirajane Strauss be...pimped out by...Bickslow.

What a horrible sentence to even consider.

Out in the living area, Lisanna wasn't even entertaining it. As she stormed off, out of the apartment, Bickslow only reminded her that they should enact their new plan (the non Mirajane going into business for herself, selling, well, herself) the next afternoon.

Strike while the irons hot!

And because the boss might head off to who knows where soon and, well, honestly? By the time he returned, there was a good chance Bickslow wouldn't even care anymore.

But it was all he could think about, the next morning, when he awoke. Well, closer to noon, but who was counting?

Lisanna.

Who he was supposed to meet at noon, in the park, with Laxus.

"So," Mira prompted as they walked about the open area together, arm in arm. She was far more excited, her sister inviting her out in the middle of the day, to 'talk' as Lisanna put it. Yeah. Sure. Talk. "What was it that you wanted to talk about? Lisanna?"

She thought she knew, Mirajane did. And oh, she was excited. She'd waited for a long time for this moment. This very one. Her baby sister. All grown up. Wow. To think, only a few years prior, she would have thought that this never could have come. That it was lost along with Lisanna herself. But no, here it was, present as the girl was. No. The woman.

"W-Well," Lisanna began slowly as she tried to think of something to talk about her sister with. She'd had an idea, the night before, as she went to sleep. It was such a good one too. What they could speak on. She was so excited, for some weird reason, to get to the very moment she was dreading in that second, because she knew exactly what they would speak on and it would just feel so natural. All of it. The way that the setup back at the bar was going to. They would just happen upon the guys, fate and all, and then bam!

Bam.

Mira and Laxus would…

Wait, why was she even doing this all again?

"Can't we ever just go for walks?" Lisanna asked her sister then and Mira considered it, but only for a moment.

"You said talk though, when you wanted me to take off work and leave Kinana short handed, during the lunch rush, just to come out here."

Mira wasn't as dense as they all thought. Her sister was well aware of this fact, of course, but sometimes she just had to be reminded was all.

"It's okay, Lisanna," she was quick to insist then as she picked up on her younger sister's hesitance. "You know, it was a really big shock to me, when you first came back, that you didn't immediately, like, start dating around. It's what I would have done. Gone for two years? It's a whole new world."

Lisanna remembered then. Exactly why she was going to completely embarrass her sister (and innocent Laxus) with this whole charade. Mira, recently, had begun to incessantly insist that she should start dating or oh, isn't that a nice guy to get to know or, oh, you sure are spending a lot of time with so and so.

It was annoying.

The time had finally come for Mirajane to see what it was like, when you had someone else trying to pull background strings in your personal relationships. Relationships that didn't even exist.

Lisanna didn't fight her sister on a lot. Mira, honestly, was more like her mother than her own had been. She had no real memories of the woman. Not truly. Whether from the trauma or just the memories fading with age, anything she knew of her true mother was from stories her sister told she and Elf when they were growing up. While the Master definitely served as a huge figure in her life, it was far more like a kind grandfather.

Mira was the only parental figure she knew.

And gosh was she killing her with the dating, falling in love shit.

So yes, Lisanna was going to trick her into dating Laxus, which would no doubt go sour and then she could lord it over her sister that she'd been the one to bring this awkward relationship about and then…

Well…

Crap.

Lisanna forgot to think of a true endgame.

"But," Mira was going on as Lisanna was stewing over the fact she'd been hammering home to Bickslow the past few days about how important planning was only to, you know, not plan at all, "to see you now, spending so much time with...well, Lisanna, I have to admit it's a bit shocking, but I think the two of you are endearing together. Have you gone on an actual date yet?"

"Have we- What are you talking about?"

"Don't play coy." Not when Mira was the master at it. "You and Bickslow."

"Me and… Mira, no, we're not-"

"Oi, boss, did ya see me? How many flips was that? Did ya count? Did ya? Babies, did you?"

Lisanna could only pale some as they stumbled across Bickslow and Laxus in the park. It had been a mad dash for the seith, getting there on time. He happened upon Laxus, actually, on the way, and it really was fate, when you thought about it.

Or maybe he'd actually kind of known that on that specific day of the week, the slayer normally ate lunch alone, in the park, at noon.

One or the other.

He chose to believe in fate though. It's how he got away with being a shitty person all the time. Blame fate and not yourself.

The true trait of a dark knight.

On top of sacrificing big moments for jokes.

Lisanna felt like her whole life was a joke as Mirajane was grinning like mad then and dragging her over that way. Bickslow was on the ground once more, after balancing on his babies and flying high up in the air, only to do some impressive tumbles back down to the ground. He smiled too, at the grinning Mirajane and scowling Lisanna. She matched Laxus, who'd more than become suspicious, after the previous day, and now felt as if everyone else was in on a joke he wasn't.

And they were. Kind of. More like each person had their own agenda that didn't quite add up just right, but maybe, intercepted at certain points. The problem was that they were all going to continue to run over one another, following this, and though Laxus couldn't quite figure out what was going on just yet, he could spot trouble from miles away.

"Hi, Bickslow," Mirajane greeted with a wide smile. Then she glanced over at the slayer and added, "And you too, Laxus," which was enough to make the man forget all about all about figuring things out as he just kicked at the ground and grumbled something.

"Interrupting again, I see," Bickslow griped in reply. "You know, every step a Strauss takes, they regress. You can't seem to quite get the hang of this, Lissy here, can't quite seem to just accept that she's the one who-"

"Bickslow," Lisanna hissed at him because he was doing it again. Sacrificing the plan for the sake of something that might resemble wit, maybe. Ah, the plight of the accursed.

"Lissy?" Mirajane let go of her sister's arm as she threw her hands over her mouth. "Is there something that the two of you, uh, want to tell us?"

"Whatever it is," Laxus complained as he glared at Bickslow, "I ain't interested. I came here for lunch. Not for whatever this."

"This is purely coincidental, boss. Fate, but coincidence. Can those coexist? Who am I to judge? The status quo is hardly something a mere mortal, a man of such little worth such as myself, can judge." Then he paused. "Now, someone who is also both Satan himself and dimwitted as a doorknob-"

"Hey," Lisanna complained again, but the doorknob- err, Mirajane, was too blissed out to care.

"You two," she giggled as Lisanna glared and Bickslow wagged his tongue in response, "are so cute together!"

"Come again?" Laxus asked because everyone else was ignoring her and though he couldn't look the woman in the eyes, he still felt the need to respond to her.

"Yes, boss, that's it!" Bickslow was quick to nod. "Come again!"

"Come again," the babies agreed. "Boss!"

"Well, I was thinkin' the doorknob," Bickslow mused, "but I guess-"

"You're," Lisanna told him in no uncertain words, "the worst."

"This is the best day of my life," Mira gushed and she bounced then, clapping her hands excitedly. "Oh, Bickslow, Lisanna, I can't believe this. I really can't."

"Neither can I," Bickslow assured her with a grin. "Mostly because I don't know what it is."

"That you and Lisanna are dating, silly, of course."

"You're what?" Laxus growled in anger, suddenly animated, as he turned to his lackey.

"I'm what?" Bickslow asked in astonishment, looking to his supposed date.

"I'm not," Lisanna insisted in annoyance, as she glared at her sister.

"I've never been happier," Mira went on with little shame. "Never. At all. Not once. I can't think of a single moment. Out of the many."

There was a brief pause where the two guys both found themselves looking to Lisanna, but she was too busy trying to figure out how to damage control the situation to notice.

"We're not-" she began, but enough seconds had passed that Bickslow, that slick dog, that slay feline, on, man, always thinking on his feet, he was already doing what he did best; completely forfeiting the idea of a plan and just going with his gut.

It never led him wrong!

"Oh, man, me and the kid here? We're fuckin' like rabbits," he proclaimed loudly and proudly as Mira blissed out, Lisanna looked ready to slug him, and Laxus mostly tried to understand why any of this was happening.

Still, he did offer the sage advice to Bickslow, "I really wouldn't put the word kid in that sentence. Especially in a park, full of them."

"Oh, boss, you. Always looking out for my best interest."

"I mostly don't want to be associated with you when you say shit like that."

"Why," Mira was insisting then as she took to bouncing some more, "did no one tell me about this? For so long? Oh, man, I can't believe this. I honestly can't. You guys have to tell me, honestly, was your first date magical? Was it? I hope it was. Are you in love? Are you going to get married?"

"Does she ever shut up?" Bickslow was tired, it seemed, of enthusiasm. Or at least he wasn't used to it in response to his antics. Usually disdain and annoyance. "Hey, Mirajane, tell ya what."

"Anything," she insisted.

"We can tell ya all about it, me and the ki- woman, here, Lisanna, all womanly and shapely and other things that make someone a woman-"

"Mostly," Laxus griped with a frown, "a uterus."

"Mostly," Lisanna sobbed miserably into her palms.

"But not only," Mira offered, helpfully.

"Well, whatever it is that Lisanna has, that makes her one of those," Bickslow went on, undeterred, "me and her will tell you all about it and how we got together. Tomorrow. For dinner. A date. A- Oh, wow, boss, you standing there all silently, I almost forgot about ya. Say, hey, now that I'm takin' these two ladies here out, on a date, why don't you slip in? Huh?"

"Come again!" his dolls yelled and Lisanna felt it then. Real tears, running down her very red cheeks.

"W-What?" Laxus took a step back, but just as quickly one forwards as he glared at his friend,. "Damn it, Bickslow-"

"Oh, yeah, that would be cool." Mirajane stopped bouncing and clapping just to grin at Laxus. "Like a double date."

"I don't-" the slayer tried, but Lisanna was finally fucking useful (Bickslow swore, he did all the heavy lifting of the pair) as she let out a long breath.

"Come on, Laxus," she got out around her clearly stricken choked sobs. "What's the worst that can happen?"

It was happening.

The worst thing.

"Don't tell me I'm not your type, Laxus?" Mira went on with a giggle and he growled again, the slayer did, before stomping off. There was a yes though, in the growl that he left them with and as Mira took to cheering along with Bickslow's babies, the man himself was grabbed by the shirt collar and drug slightly away by Lisanna.

Her tears were gone and all she had now were glares as she told him harshly, "The idea of dating you, even pretending, is so gross."

"Oh, give it time, Lissy," he snickered back, but from behind his visor, she could see his eyes were turned into just as hard stones. "I can get a lot grosser."

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#Bixanna #Miraxus #Lisanna Strauss #Bickslow #Mirajane Strauss #Laxus Dreyar #Freed Justine #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction #3 of 5

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Under the cut is the full conversation and headcanons Mod Pupper and I formed to fill in the gaps of Square’s poor use of Luna and the emotional impact and connection she could have had. It changed how Pupper will view the game with these things in the back of their mind now, so maybe it’ll do the same for you? Heck we may even do pictures about these things cause not to toot our own horns or anything, but these are god damn gold

Prepare to hurt!!

Mod Peach

petition to replace all lines using Luna’s name to fuckin onee-sama

Mod Pupper

FUCKIN PLEASE

YOU’RE MARRYING BIG SISTER LUNA?

BIG SISTER LUNA LOOKS AMAZING WHAT A QUEEN

big sister luna died sorry noct :(

Mod Peach

tbh if she was actually called that it probably would

have hurt so much cause they would have viewed her as a

sister figure and when she died it would rip hearts out

Mod Pupper

okay satan nobody asked

Mod Peach

I want to see the chocobros crying about losing their dear big sister Luna

Mod Pupper

tbh tho I would have loved that they were all childhood friends would have given luna a more emotional impact

Mod Peach

ooooh wouldn’t that help explain Gladio’s violent reaction to Noct on the train? He just lost the only one who could really care for him the way a big sister did and of course, just like losing a lover, that pain gets misdirected and mistakenly taken out on someone else

Mod Pupper

because when she died it was just noctis who was a wreck, everyone else just

ohh shit

well noctis up to ya

Mod Pupper

everyone would have been just as devastated, and we didnt have to see gladio being a dick

hhh we just had to make a joke now we’re questioning the writing and what should have been so we could feel more

Mod Peach

It would have explained his dickishness if he had as much emotional investment as Noctis in Luna. Cause he’s so protective of Iris, I imagine it would be the same for big sis Luna too

when a joke can evolve into a full-blown AU and help

smooth over bad writing and plot holes

Mod Pupper

Exactly tho like

this is the development luna needs

she needs screentime with the chocobros

Mod Peach

honestly square just let us write luna’s dlc

we got this

Mod Pupper

or rewrite luna’s development

so people actually love her instead of not giving a shit

Mod Pupper

just imagining

Prompto crying over Luna because he lost one of his family, since

he’s one of those magitek things

Mod Peach

Prompto would probably scream cry over Luna’s death but we never got to see that or any emotional devastation

Mod Pupper

and Ignis is basically the same yeah? since we dont know any of his family Luna probably taught him manners that he should be teaching to Noct as they grow Gladio trying to be the older sibling but everyone prefers Luna

Mod Peach

yeeeees

Mod Pupper

And when Luna has to leave for whatever Oracle duty she has to do they get emotional because they know they won’t see her for a while

Mod Pupper

When the chocobros try to force Noct to eat his veggies, Luna gets mad and tells them to stop bullying him and you know

they’ll stop because

it’s big sista

Mod Peach

Luna being the one to teach a younger iggy how to do his hair and dress to impress, probably telling them that no matter what if you can walk in heels you’re going to intimidate someone Luna helping give Prompto some body confidence and just big SISTER LUNA

Mod Pupper

YES

also like prompto comes out with like his dream of being a photographer to Luna first because hes too shy

Mod Pupper

and she gives him all that confidence and to believe in himself

and when Ignis gets too carried away with his advisor duties

she’ll call him out

why cant ignis have fun

Mod Peach

She probably brings him things to practice taking

photos with and because she’s ~The Lunafreya, Blood of the Oracle~

she pulls some strings and gets Prompto a good camera, which is the

one he still uses all these years later

Mod Pupper

it’s irreplaceable and the most precious memento Luna left for

him because it’s what gave him the confidence to become the

silly photographer that he is

Mod Peach

just a scene of that, then it cuts to Prompto looking

down at the camera in his hands post-Leviathan would have worked so well

Mod Pupper

in episode ignis, they all run back to where Noctis, luna, and ignis were

But instead they all arrive together and they just see luna

healing noctis while he’s unconscious

They all run towards them to make sure they’re okay

As Luna stops healing Noctis she opens her eyes to see all three of them

Because the last thing she wanted to see is all four of them together

She’d look at them then a tear would shed down her face

They all looked relieved for a moment

Then she closes her eyes then her little oracle spirit appears

behind them as she gives her final farewell

Mod Peach

the chocobros crying out for Luna as she slips away or even one of them spotting Ardyn stabbing her and just running towards her repeating no

Mod Pupper

then they turn around to see her body is no longer there, and all you see beside Noctis is her favorite flower

Mod Pupper

Adding on to Prompto

Luna asks Prompto if he could show all the pictures he took

on his journey with the chocobros to her when they finally meet again

Mod Pupper

And in the end he never got the chance to so he put his camera away for some time until he got over it because he just couldn’t bare to look or take pictures

Mod Peach

and that becomes the main reason he takes photos and has Noct choose them because he wanted the very best to be given to her so that she can feel like she was a part of their travels and not feel left out

Mod Pupper

And you know what, this is perfect

Mod Peach

and it hurt Prompto so much at the end of the game when Noctis went to face his fate cause it would have been a good chance to have Noctis say the exact same thing that Luna did at the beginning and it hurt him cause it really made him realize that he’s going to lose Noctis just like Luna

Mod Pupper

By the end of the game Noctis asks for one picture to take with him

Mod Peach

but this time he does get to bring a memory with him

Mod Pupper

So that Luna can finally see a picture of their time together

PAINFUL

Mod Pupper

and at the back of the picture are just little messages the chocobros wrote for the two

Mod Peach

the message is just

“stand by me”

and little wet spots where Prompto’s tears wet it

or even “walk tall, we’ll see you soon”

Mod Pupper

“Sorry we missed the wedding”

Mod Pupper

When Luna sends out Umbra for those back and forth letters She also leaves stuff for the bros Like “Prompto is probably running out of film so can you give this to him?” “Gladio also loves cup noodles so I sent some for him too.” “And fresh seafood ingredients for Ignis, I also got him new spectacles for extra comfort”

#final fantasy #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #lunafreya #lunafreya nox fleuret #headcanon #mod pupper #mod peach #this is what we do #we imagine how to make ourselves cry even more #you're welcome fanfiction authors we just gave you gold to work with #bare with my grammatical errors pls -mod pupper

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