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ahhhwomen · 9 months

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Plan Set in Motion

Trigger Happy AU

Part 4

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Now things will finally start being put into action, heed the warnings people… Like seriously, I can’t believe I wrote this. This shit is deeply disturbing. (Also please tell me how yall feel about Natasha in this one. ≖‿≖ ) Sorry about the late update, life be wild ಥ‿ಥ

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 4: Allusions to heavy pet play, kidnapping, Mommy kink, pure violence, drugging, angst, framed murder, deeply obsessive behavior, a lot of blood, death

Summary: Officer Wanda has waited long enough, it's time for you to be hers. Even if that means getting rid of a few people on the way…

Word Count: 3323

Jessica never came home.

You had been a ball of stress when you woke the next day, after the coach incident. There had been no reply to any of the texts you sent her the day before. You even called her useless boyfriend in the morning, but still, nothing.

Jessica had always been a wild one. She was always trying to drag you into something, whether it be, parties, hangouts, or bizarre new activities. She had lured you into going bungee jumping with her once. She had complained about how no one wanted to try her new thing and how she was sick of going on road trips alone since this thing of hers was 3 hours away. You knew it was a trap, but nonetheless, after a week of complaints, you went with her.

She still makes fun of how she had to drag you out of her car when you saw what she had been insinuating.

One never really knew what she was up to. Yet, you had this feeling deep in your gut that told you to find her.

So that’s what you would do.

When you collided with someone, you had been running out the door, one foot barely in your shoe. Officer Maximoff was paying her visit. You can’t believe it was just this morning, it feels like ages ago, as you lay in the back of her car. Numb.

“Woah there, where are you going pretty girl?” Wanda smirked down at you.

The interview.

In your panicked frenzy, you had completely forgotten. You almost stumbled over yourself as you tried to string a sentence together while pushing past her. Too much was happening, and her arrival had not helped your messy state of mind. “I'm sorry Officer I have to reschedule,” she frowned, “I have to find my friend. So, if you can excuse me I just have to-“ You were almost past her when she repositioned herself in front of you, standing still as steel.

Her hands took hold of your shoulders, squeezing firmly, grounding you. “Calm down,” she fixed you with a stern but comforting look “What was that about your friend?” At the time you didn’t catch onto the malice in her tone as she dragged the word out, ‘friend’.

You know better now.

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Wanda had been scolded by her commanding officer when she packed up to go interrogate you, especially since she was going without her ‘partner’. They both knew there was no reason to, but Wanda wasn’t going to let some mild annoyance stop her. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

Plus, Jessica`s whining was starting to piss her off, big time.

“I'm just being thorough Romanoff,” Natasha looked unimpressed. They had been good friends since college. When they realized they were complete opposites in all sense but one.

Wanda had been quiet and preserved, while Natasha was the star student and outgoing. Their shared interests came to light when they had been paired up for a project in science.

They were in the middle of discussing two different methods of accomplishing their end goal when Wanda pulled out her notebook to scribble something down. However, it wasn’t until Natasha let out a gasp of surprise that she looked down. She had opened her sketchbook, a book that was filled with drawings from her perverted mind. This time she had opened the page where a woman was withering on the floor with a boot pressing into her chest and a collar around her neck.

Wanda tried to explain in a flurry, but Natasha had stopped her and shared that she had similar interests and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. They had fooled around a little after that, but quickly realized they both wanted submission from their other half and stayed good friends instead.

As they grew older, they both became more corrupt and would often discuss how they wanted to have someone so completely that they couldn’t function without them. To own them no matter the price. It was by chance that they ended up at the same station, but that wasn’t going to stop Wanda from taking advantage of it.

Wanda ran her hands down her jacket as Natasha made her opinion heard with just a simple scrunch of her eyebrows. “Don’t scrutinize me Tash, your just jealous you couldn’t claim her first.” The other redhead sat down on the edge of Wanda's desk. “Please, I haven’t even met the girl, I'm just wondering what could be so special about her to make you do something stupid.” Wanda fixed her with a glance. She knew the other woman found her obsessiveness to be rash, but she didn’t appreciate her tone, and she made it known.

Natasha raised her hands and leaned more into the desk. She may not completely agree with her friend, but she knew better than to anger her. “Fine, but if it doesn’t go according to plan, don’t come crying to me about it.”

Wanda grinned while producing her best puppy dog eyes.

The other woman huffed and pinched her pointer and thumb together between her eyebrows. This was going to give her a headache later, she could feel it. “What do you need?”

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You had been driven around for hours, Wanda had insisted she drive, but still nothing. You had looked everywhere, but there was no sign of her. The sun was already on the way down when Wanda said she should stop somewhere to get some food.

You were left in the car to ponder as she went in to order for the both of you.

The nice officer sure was a touchy woman. Throughout the entire day of driving and questioning people, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off you. Whether it be resting her hand on your thigh while driving or holding you around your waist as you questioned people close to Jessica. You felt a bit guilty for how good it felt. Your friend was missing and yet all your horny brain could think about was how right the officer's touch felt.

You became aware of her presence again when the car door slammed shut.

You looked over, curious as to what she got, she already had her hand outstretched to you. Handing you an order of chicken nuggets from the kid's menu, she began happily eating her salad.

You blushed and let out a quiet “thank you” as she remained unaware of your embarrassment, well that answers why she was so unashamedly touchy. You were nothing but a grown child to this woman.

You grumble a little to yourself as you started eating.

While chewing on your food you look at the woman beside you. You had gathered close to no information about Jessica, but you had learned quite a bit about Wanda today. You figured it was her way of keeping you from spiraling. For every area and person failing to answer your questions, Wanda would talk a little about herself.

It started with you asking her why she was helping you, to that she had just laughed, saying how it was quite literally her job. Then she talked a little about how her work was mostly boring anyways and that she was almost a bit grateful for having something to do. You should probably have been offended by that, your friend was missing and this officer thought it was nothing but a silly mystery game to solve, but you couldn’t help feeling a little better with this information. At least you weren’t boring her.

She then talked about how annoying her work partner was. How “just because we are both single doesn’t mean I want anything to do with him outside of work”. Apparently, he had been trying to get with her since he started a few months prior. You could feel annoyance crawl inside of you, what an asshole.

She mentioned how her twin brother also went missing for a few days when they were younger. Turns out he thought he could live like Tarzan but returned 2 days after leaving because he got hungry. You laughed a little at that. That’s how you learned she was from Sokovia, you would have never guessed given the lack of accent.

She was comforting to be around.

You yawned.

Wanda glanced over at you as you started getting dizzy. Why were you so fatigued all of a sudden? Wanda leaned over to your side, taking away your food and fastening your seatbelt, you tried to get words out, but your mind was jumbled.

What- why wefvj ajsfklroelh….

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You wake up slowly. It feels like the world is spinning as you take in your surroundings. You were in your apartment, but it looks nothing like how it should. You have always been a bit of an obsessive cleaner and as much as a dust particle out of place could make you more than a little grumpy, so you can wholeheartedly say it’s never been like this before. Your coach was flipped upside down again, your living room was filled with beer bottles that were mostly empty and there was trash in every corner of the room.

Not only that but you feel really bad, with a headache stronger than anything you have had before and your jaw strangely sore, you become even more confused. When the grogginess begins to fade and sounds are more clear you become alarmed by a muffled voice in front of you.

Jessica.

She’s tied up to a chair, opposite of you, and has a ball gag in her mouth.

What the hell? You try to move around but a voice stops you. “There you go, baby girl.” You whip your head to the side in surprise. Officer Wanda Maximoff is standing to the left of you with a baseball bat in her hands. A baseball bat that you recognize. You had bought it as soon as you moved out, your father had always made sure that you knew how to protect yourself and advised you on getting something for your apartment. It had been left unused underneath your bed as a precaution.

What is happening?

Your mind is still messed up from whatever she must have given you, but you try to speak. “Gulrgh” only for you to gurgle instead. Suddenly the soreness in your jaw makes more sense, and as the rasp of what could only be rope, digs into your wrist and midsection you realized just how dire this situation is.

Wanda chuckles as you struggle against your bounds.

She goes to reach for your chin, but you flinch away. A resounding smack echoes in your tiny apartment. Your ears ring as you right your head up again. Wanda forcibly grabs your face. “I'm sorry honey, but Mommy doesn’t like it when you flinch away from her.” Her tone is condescending as she keeps eye contact with you. A wicked look in her eyes.

“Now,” she turns back and forth between you and Jessica, “I understand this must be very confusing for the both of you so let me clear some things up.”

“You see, ever since I was little I have had this need. It’s a need to protect those lesser than me. It started off as protecting other kids from bullies, but as time went on and I became older, that wasn’t enough.” She sighs as she begins petting your hair, now completely ignoring Jessica as she cries behind her.

“People weren’t worth it, they were ungrateful and always expected more. Until I meet you.” She is speaking directly to you now. You squirm in confusion as you look up at her. What is she talking about? You meet this woman yesterday.

Wanda smiles a sad smile as she sees your uncertainty.

“You were just so helpless and innocent the day I saw you in that coffee shop.” Your eyes widen. What?

“I know you don’t remember baby, don’t worry though Mommy will explain it all later. But first,” the redhead turns around to the other girl

“Mommy needs to take out the trash.”

“For if there is one thing Mommy has never exapted its sluts touching what’s hers.”

You try to scream as Wanda raises the bat high in the air. Jessica goes pale as a ghost while she stares at you. Wanda brings the bat down onto Jessica's thighs. A sickening crunch can be heard as your roommate shrieks behind her gag and her eyes close tightly. Wanda, now happy that she can't run, releases Jessica from the chair letting her drop to the floor.

Wanda raised the bat again, this time bringing it down onto the girl's arms and side. More crunching can be heard.

You try your best to scream for help, but nothing but loud chocks and spit can be heard. You sob as you watch Wanda go ballistic on your only friend.

It's only when Wanda sees the tears you are shedding for this girl that she snaps. If you ask her exactly what she did, she won't be able to say, but anger so primal lights up within her that she can’t control herself any longer.

Wanda makes it her only task in life to break every single fucking bone in this whore’s body.

It's only when blood begins to scatter onto every surface known to mankind that Wanda takes a breather. After a few more swings of the bat, and a good number of choked sobs from Jessica, of course.

You try to tell what she is doing as she stands more fully and walks over to you.

Blood splatter adored your face.

“Oh, my pretty girl,” Wanda says as she wipes a tear away from your bruised cheek with her bloodied hand. “You are so beautiful, even more so when you cry. Come on baby, beg me, beg me to stop.”

You gurgled on your spit around the gag, desperately trying to form words. “Mmm” Wanda moans in a breathy tone, you look delectable when you are helpless.

She brings the bat down on the girl again. And again. And again. And again.

Bones breaking like sticks under her rath makes her feel even better, god she should have done this ages ago. Your pathetic sobs and hiccups in the background is the cherry on top. After a while the bat isn’t enough, she needs to feel her prey in her own two hands. Jessica is long dead, but that doesn’t matter. She wants to cut her to pieces. To trash her body, ruin it, ruin you.

As you try to loosen the rope digging into your wrists, the redhead takes an empty beer bottle from the table. Smashing it into the ground, pieces fly in all directions, you can feel something lodge into your leg. You grind your teeth against the rubber of the gag and sob even harder, but Wanda doesn’t notice. She's holding the broken bottle in her left hand now, while her right, holds up the smashed head of your roommate. Wanda kneels down, towering over the deceased body, she begins carving into Jessica's pale skin.

You want to hurl.

Wanda takes her time, carving a pretty picture into the once face of your friend, she makes sure to sit in such a way that you get a clear view of her doings. If it wasn’t for her instructions to Natasha, she could do this forever. Nonetheless, they will be here soon. Which means Wanda needs to wrap things up.

There is just one more thing.

When Wanda stands up you press yourself as far into your chair as you can. You don’t know who this woman is, but you now know what she can do. And you are petrified. The older woman moves slowly. Like she is trying not to spook a scared animal. You want to kick and scream, even as you sit there frozen, the fucking impudence of this woman. Looking at you like you are the crazy one while her body is covered in the flesh and fluids of your friend.

The stench of the scarlet liquid becomes even more pungent as Wanda leans over you to grab the kitchen knife that lies behind you on your counter. You want to slap yourself for not seeing it sooner. As she inches away from you, she stops halfway. Her knee makes contact with your crotch as she decides to slide against you while dragging the knife slowly down your chest.

Some things can't be helped. When you look at her like that, she has to. You look so perfectly scared, so submissive under her. As she trails the edge of the blade down your stomach, she debates whether or not to take a detour from her plan, but the time on the microwave in your kitchen quickly silences her mind. If she wanted to get you out before they get here, she needs to act quickly.

You let out a relieved sigh around the gag as she gets off of you.

She knows it's overkill, but even after getting you for herself the entire day, the image of the filthy girl's ungrateful hands around your waist has edged itself into Wanda's mind. She doesn’t want her sour feelings toward yesterday's garbage to taint her future with you. With a new vigor to her movement, the redhead paints the ceiling red as she brings the knife down a few rounds.

You sit there in complete silence as you watch Wanda's madness take its true, and hopefully, final form. Your eyebrows feel like they will hit your hairline as silent tears drop faster. Jessica's hands now detached, Wanda drops the knife and stands.

Even as she gets closer you don’t move an inch. Your eyes are stuck on the pile of blood and body parts. What has she done? Who is this woman? Why you? Why don’t you hate her for what she has done to Jessica?

Wanda pities you as she sees the questions that will never be answered swirl around in that small head of yours. She wants to let you be for a little, but no time like the present.

As sirens ring outside your apartment building and heavy boots run up the staircase Wanda cuts you loose. She takes action into her own hands as you seem to have gone inanimate. Gathering you up in her strong arms she makes sure to leave by the fire escape. It’s a bit tricky to get you both through your small bedroom window, but she manages.

She was expecting a fight as she blindfolds you and lays you in the back of her car, but you remain unresponsive. As she closes the door she can see a nasty gash with a piece of glass sticking out on your leg. She cringes a bit while driving home, she definitely overdid it. She vows to herself that she will make up for it after she settles you into your new home.

Everything will be fine now honey, Mommy is bringing you home.

#dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #mommy!wanda #dark!wanda x reader #ahhhwomen #dark!wanda maximoff x reader

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shallowseeker · 7 months

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Becky Rosen-Baron, MIA.

Becky's "death" + Dean's side of the fireplace mantel

Becky loses her husband, then her "junior" and daughter...and then she herself dies. Just like Dean.

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The two sides of the mantel:

Ahh, the mantel, nestled as the hearth of home. Hearths are associated with home and family because the hearth was historically the main source of heat in the home, as well as where the cooking was done.

The left side is Chuck's side, black chess pieces. Sam is driving the car with TFW safely confined to the roadhouse at the end. The monster hand is pointed away from Sam.

The right is Becky's side: white pieces, glass half-fall.

It's also Dean's side, with Dean driving the car and heading towards Cas and "mini Cas," plus a family portrait showing what Cas and "mini Cas" are to Dean. The monster's hand is reaching for Dean's side, as Dean-action-hero figure frantically fights against it.

Awww. the cute little family picture with Rod Baron, Rod Jr, their daughter, and Becky Rosen, which also foreshadows the order of the losses (hub dies first in the form of Cas and finale-dad).

This is right next to...Dean in a car, Cas, and a "mini Cas." (Becky doesn't know about Jack.)

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Other suspicious details: Dean prime is in the car driving towards Cas in front of a reddish Hellscape.

Alternatively, the photo behind Cas bears some resemblance to a blossom, like the Leviathan blossom he was searching for, crazed, as he rushed through the lands of Purgatory on the verge of losing Cas. They even look like they could be two blossoms straining towards one another. Who knows? It could be a famous fanart I'm just not familiar with.

Anyhoo, both Cas and "junior/little" Cas are turned away from Dean.

This is a nod to Dean...without? Bereft. A la The Winchesters companion series. Here's Dean's ending. Limbo. Wandering. Searching for a happy family he doesn't have.

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If the more-discussed left side was Sam's ending, then the less-discussed right side is Dean in The Winchesters. It's the head side versus the heart side.

And the heart ending, which we sort of get from The Winchesters is a wandering, driving Dean, looking for this nebulous happiness he can't seem to find without Cas and..."mini Cas/Cas junior" Jack.

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Becky was "doing great"

But Becky's life is so cute, y'all. That hub is adorbs.

ROD: "We'll be fine, babe...it's just Lake Michigan. Hardly any chop!"

Famous last words, Rod. You don't know that it's you who is going to mishandle that "Michigan chop."

Becky/Rod - But OMG can we just take a minute? They LIKE each other. They tease each other. They know the motion sickness comes from him, probably. And he knows she's gonna be nerding out during her relaxing weekend (that's part of the point of getting away--to let her have that time).

AAaaaaaahhhhhHHHHhhhhh.

Rod knows about Becky's writing and her superfan status (hard to miss in her office hehe) and loves her for it. And it's just so damn cute.

BECKY: Four hours in a boat? Rod, Junior gets seasick in the tub. ROD: Where would I be without you? BECKY: Covered in puke. [BECKY taps on the window.] Have fun, sweeties! JUNIOR: Thanks, Mom, we will. [ROD and BECKY kiss.] ROD: (fondly)Wow. Felt that. You can’t wait to have the house to yourself. BECKY: (flirtatiously) Oh, you have no idea.

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Along comes Chuck, the metaphorical stop sign to Becky's life; her "off-screen murderer"

Chuck sees her big house and her van and her fam and notes sees that she's doing "great" for herself. She doesn't know it yet but he is the end of her life--he even appears in front of a stop sign!

BONUS: Becky's wearing the gray duster/caretaker warrior/hearth of house/"dead guy robe!"

Instinctively, she runs. See, even with their baggage, Becky's already got a bad feeling, "Well I don't need or want to see you."

So naturally, he worms his way in.

CHUCK: I’m sorry, I… I know we’re not together anymore, and it seems like you’re doing great. I just – I… I wanted to talk. Catch up. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. BECKY: That’s not my problem. [She turns to walk into the house.] CHUCK: Wait, Becky, please. I don’t have anywhere else to go.

So then, after denigrating her POV:

BECKY: I’m a writer, too, Chuck. CHUCK: Oh. I mean, fanfic… it’s not really the same thing… BECKY: Writing’s writing. The self-sabotage, the doubts, the struggle against time. So, whenever I have a spare minute, I write.

He steals.

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He will wind up taking everything

First, he steals her rosy little laptop with her cute little rose decal-skin and the rose keyboard cover and he even puts on HER GLASSES:

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Then, clever girl that she is, she fakes liking it to try to get him to leave! The LYING motif. "It's so good! I loved it....it's so good I'd love to get back to my own work."

CHUCK: "No...no no. You're shining me on. ...Come on, one note."

Then Becky makes her fatal misstep

She gives concrit, which is what Chuck said he wanted but not what he actually wanted. Just look at this face. Becky's starting to feel that...wrongness.

Something's off.

It's the same subtle change--that same whiplash we saw when he cruelly turned on Metatron in the diner.

After he writes his hopeless ending on her computer, and she lets her criticism rip. He sadistically enjoys her discomfort. He's sticking it to her, with her love of laundry and conversations and banter, which will appear in the terrible finale. Then, he says this:

[BECKY walks but turns to CHUCK.] BECKY: You have to leave. CHUCK: Nah, I kinda like it here.

He took a crap on her computer, wore her glasses, sat in her seat...now he's taking her office. Her house.

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Chuck takes all

[ROD enters the living room.] ROD: Babe, you wouldn’t believe what happened.

JJLKgj! Aw, Rod. He cannot wait to tell her that he's the one that wound up puking. KJALGJAGH get you a man like that!

Then he kills Rod right in front of her.

[BECKY looks at CHUCK.] BECKY: Please. ROD: Junior was fine, but I puked everywhere. [ROD walks in and sees CHUCK. He looks at BECKY, confused.] ROD: Babe? CHUCK: Hey. [CHUCK snaps his fingers. ROD disappears in a puff of dust.] BECKY: (screams) Rod?! What happened? Where is he? CHUCK: He’s gone. BECKY: What?!

Her children enter next; we can only hear them off-screen. Rod Jr. can't wait to tell her about the puke incident either. They just know she'll love it.

Chuck will take Rod right in front of Becky's eyes, but her children will die off-screen. "Away."

[ROD JR. enters.] ROD JR.: Hey, mom! We’re back! Dad got sick! He threw up all over the side – [CHUCK snaps his fingers again. The kids disappear.] BECKY: (gasping for air, on a whisper) No! (shudders) The kids. CHUCK: Oh, don’t worry. They’re not dead. They’re just away. [BECKY turns back to CHUCK.] CHUCK: Oh, yeah. I’m God. [BECKY looks horrified.] BECKY: What are you… No. You bring them back. You bring them back! [CHUCK smiles.] BECKY: Please…you can’t do this.

It echoes both Dean pleading with God in 13x01, "Now, you're gonna bring them back," and his 15x18 "Don't do this, Cas." Yeup. Becky is now bereft. Without. Rod's gone, like Cas will soon be gone.

CHUCK: Oh, Becky. I can do anything. [CHUCK steps closer to BECKY. He snaps his fingers. She disappears in a puff of dust.]

Becky faces him defiantly but quickly unravels into grief. "You bring them back...please."

And then he kills Becky.

And here we have these "withouts" culminating. The fun motifs about having the house to yourself end with a cheeky disappearance of the things Becky loves the most. It's cruel. She'd been trying to help Chuck, and he did not show the slightest glimmer of gratitude once her "fluffing" ceased.

And then she herself is gone.

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It makes you think of this too from 15x18:

DEAN: "She's gonna kill you. And then she's gonna kill me."

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Girls named Becky take things and break things?

In 13x01, the angel Miram ranted and raved about the specter-like example of a "super bitch named Becky."

This Becky would "take things and break things."

But the funny thing is...here? As Chuck settles into her office and takes her house…

He's the one taking and breaking. He stole everything from her the same way he tried to wrap himself up in Dean's gray MoL robe.

Just 'cause he can.

#shal meta #chuck shurley #spn finale #cw spn finale #cw dean's death #mcd #spn atomic monsters #spn 15x04 #spn season 15 #becky rosen #rod baron #the rosen-baron family #spnwin #spnwin adjacent

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Kurt Kunkle (3/4)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

“Just drive, faggot,” Mario shouted, pawing at his wet face.

Kurt was tense, but he tried not to show it. This customer of his deserved what was coming for him now that he scared off Y/n. The only plus to the situation was that maybe he’d get some more viewers from Jessie Adams. He would’ve respected her if she wasn’t stealing his girlfriend away.

Kurt readjusted his seatbelt, tuning out the man’s crude mutters. Mario was typing eagerly at his phone, surely noticing the flurry of hate he was receiving. Kurt, on the other hand, noticed on his phone that he snatched few extra viewers.

At least something was going his way.

Kurt rounded the bend, driving past a water tower. Mario scowled, motioning angrily as spoke. “Yo, where the fuck are we going right now?”

“It’s a shortcut,” Kurt fibbed with ease.

“This is not a fucking shortcut. Are you serious?”

“Yeah, i - it is a shortcut. I know this park like the back of my hand,” he insisted, just as some notifications emitted from his phone. Mario was quick to check it.

“You got to be kidding me.” Jessie’s video from earlier sounded, but Mario interrupted it with some retching. “Oh, fuck, I… I don’t feel so good.”

“You don’t… you don’t… Do you need me to pull over?” Kurt stuttered, feigning concern.

“Oh, yo, she’s got like two-hundred-K followers,” he ranted. “I’m getting all this hate already.”

“Don’t vomit in my car.”

“Oh, god, fuck! This fucking… got to be kidding me.” Kurt suddenly swerved, coming to a screeching halt. He was next to a water tower in the middle of the desert. “What the fuck, man? Keep going!”

“No!” Kurt roared, letting his true feelings be known. “If you’re going to barf, get out of my car.”

“I have some dumb bitch waiting for me. And I need to go fuck her. Right. Fucking. Now!”

Mario was trembling in fury, his fists balled. His face was red, although that was probably the residual poison. As e enunciated his words, he punched the back of Kurt’s seat. Kurt, though, was rather bored. He wanted so badly to move on to the murder part. His finger was itching for the gun trigger.

Kurt inhaled sharply, banging his fist into the passenger seat. “I need to keep my car clean!” he shrilly replied.

“Alright, you know what? I got to take a piss anyways. That’s the only reason I’m doing this. Fucking beta. Zero stars for you.”

Mario finally caved, stumbling out and not bothering to shut the door behind him. He went over to the bushes, his phone finally shoved in his back pocket. He clutched at his stomach, occasionally keeling over, yet no vomiting occurred. Yet.

Kurt was panting angrily. It wasn’t often he wasn’t in himbo happy mode, working hard for his follower count, but this man had driven him over the edge. He relished ending the man’s life. He was planning to take his sweet time, wanting nothing more than for him to suffer.

He reached over to the glove apartment, withdrawing his gun. He undid the seatbelt. Kurt clicked off the safety and adjusted the silencer. He flashed the cameras a boyish grin, his fury dissipating into a sick, sadistic pleasure. Mario was now doing as he said he would, pissing into a bush.

Kurt opened the door, causing Mario to peer over his shoulder. His eyes flashed with anger as he saw in one hand, he held a phone. He was still streaming.

“Fucking creep! I should call the cops on you —!”

Kurt, with a bored expression, stepped out. This gave the asshole a view of the gun in his dominant hand. Mario stopped peeing out of fear, shoving his dick back into his pants and stumbling away with his hands in the air. His face visibly paled.

“Hey, man, what the fuck? Stop pointing that fucking thing at me!”

Kurt’s mouth twitched with pleasure. If only Y/n knew what he was constantly doing for her. The only reason he hadn’t confided in her was because he was busy clout chasing. Oh, and he was kind killing people and that was socially and legally frowned upon.

“How about you apologize for being a massive dick first?” Kurt sneered, pointing the gun at the man, who was trembling head to toe.

“Listen, man, I’m fucking sorry —“

“I said fucking apologize for how you treated Y/n, you asshole!” he burst, but only to return to a pleasant smile.

“Y/n? You mean that bitch —“

Kurt, not enthused in the slightest, knew he wasn’t going to reap anymore content from the man. He pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing him. There was an echo, but the silencer still did it’s job sufficiently. Mario fell the ground lifeless.

“Well, guys, three down. A few more to go for hashtag The Lesson!” he chirped robotically. “I’d show you guys, but I don’t think excessive gore and blood is allowed on Twooch.”

~~~

I was sitting inside the backstage living room. Jessie was touching up her makeup in the mirror, playing some of her favorite music from her phone. Both of us were finally cooled down. It was weird to be so grateful for a silent, lackluster Spree driver following the one with Kurt. It was safe to say, I wasn’t touching Spree Social anytime soon.

“I hope you finally have an idea for your show tonight,” I playfully remarked, scrolling through my Tumbleweed feed absentmindedly.

Jessie laughed, finally able to find the humor. “Yeah. Your friend Kurt is already enough of a joke. I could make the whole show about him if I wanted to.”

Although I still felt loyal to the man, I had to agree. He completely and utterly embarrassed me earlier. I was angry and disappointed, but I still wanted to wipe the incident from my memory. I knew that wasn’t attainable if Jessie was making a mockery about it in five hours, though.

My phone suddenly lit up, and it displayed an incoming FaceTime from Kurt. I was about to ignore it, but I peered at Jessie, asking,” Yo, maybe this FaceTime I have with him will give you more content for your show.”

“Don’t answer if you’re not uncomfortable,” Jessie insisted.

I pursed my lips. “Well… I guess I’ll step outside. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I hopped off the couch and went into the hallway. By that point, Kurt hung up. But, not even a second later, he called again. Kurt was stubborn. I knew that by now.

I exited through the back of the building into the staff parking lot. The sun was still high in the sky, but I resided in the shade. I was able to attain some privacy. I let it ring one more time before I finally willed myself to answer.

Kurt looked sweaty. His bangs stuck to his forehead and his face was red. His eyes were wide and I could hear him breathing from how close his face was to the camera. I was about to greet him, but he beat me to it. “Y/n! Thank god you picked up. I was worried you’d still be with that girl —“

“I am actually,” I snapped. “What’s wrong with that, Kurt? It’s not like we’re dating or ever will. Especially with that stunt you pulled earlier.”

Kurt’s face fell, but a hopeful smile quickly replaced his despair. “Actually, don’t worry about that.”

“What —?”

“I took care of the guy. Besides, I’m working on it! As we speak, I have… twenty-four viewers —!”

“Kurt, are delusional?” I said, making my anger known. “I don’t care about the guy. I don’t care about your follower count. I care about you constantly making me uncomfortable. I hate that you call me your fucking ‘girl space friend.’ You never listen and you never give me privacy. You’re a bad friend and you’d be an even worse boyfriend.”

Kurt blinked, the words taking their time as they sunk in. A confused frown stretched across his face. “What? You don’t have to be shy. I know the only reason you aren’t into me —“

“Is because you’re a fucking psycho, Kurt. You know what - I’ve had it. I’ve had it with your clinginess and your delusions and - and - just everything wrong with you in general! I’ve had it with you, Kurt. We’re done —“

“But you said we weren’t dating —!”

“We aren’t, Kurt!” I roared, not caring about the people who were staring my way. “I’m talking about this shit show of a friendship we have. Jessie was right. I’m dropping you. Don’t ever try and speak to me again, and sure as hell don’t expect to see me around.”

“Wait! Y/n, no —“

I hung up. He instantly called back, but I declined. I kept trying to escape to the contact page, but he kept calling me. So, I let it ring, just minimizing the call. I clicked on his contact. I felt nothing but haughty satisfaction as I clicked ‘Block and delete,’ and my phone went silent because he finally couldn’t torment me any further.

There was a small sense of mourning eating away at my insides. I leaned against the outer wall, exhaling sharply. I was about to put my phone away, but I thought to open the photos app. A part of me wished to delete the photos. Another wanted nothing more than to reminisce about the past.

I scrolled past a few years. Finally, I was at the bottom of my thousands of photos, although half were downloaded meme images. Regardless, I scrolled up until I found it. Emerging photos of high school me and Kurt. I clicked to enlarge the photo. Kurt was a lot shorter and had an acne phase. Even though he had braces, he still smiled for the selfie. I, on the other hand, looked almost the same, just less fashion-coordinated.

I kept swiping. One photo was of our first DND session. We really tried to set a spooky atmosphere, even though it was literally a pop princess campaign or something. We even dressed up for it. Another was of us at an anime convention. We decided to do a not-canon ship (even though it should be, and I still thought this as of now), except he was the girl and I was the boy. Damn, we were good at crossdressing. And, finally, a few that really meant something to me. It was secret photos of him that I took because, god forbid, I had the hugest crush on Kurt in eleventh grade when he finally had his braces removed and his puberty was at an all-time high. He shot up like a tree and that was enough to make me fall for him.

I missed the times where blogging was about him genuinely enjoying it. It used to be a side hobby he used as a healthy self-expression. But now, it had completely consumed him. But I took a step forward instead of letting myself be left in the dirt by him.

I finally clicked off my phone and headed back inside. I entered the private living room again, but paused in the doorway when I was met with an unfamiliar man. He was leaning over Jessie’s chair, adorning a Cheshire grin that rolled shivers down my spine. Jessie was frowning, seeming to be relieved by my presence.

“Y/n!” she exclaimed in relief, shoving her chair back into him. The man groaned, but also noticed me and steeled himself. “Uh, this is Miles. The douchebag I’ve told you about.”

“Hey, hey," the man now known as Miles chuckled,” that’s no way to treat your best friend. So, uh, this is the legendary girlfriend I’ve heard about online. Y/n, huh?”

He walked over and shook my hand without permission. I strained a smile, sending Jessie a pleading stare. This guy already rubbed me the wrong way, especially from what I’ve heard about him. “Hi, Miles. So, you’re one of the comedians. The one before Jessie, right?”

“That would be correct,” he exclaimed, but pulled away, turning his attention back to the woman who was now saddled up beside me with her arm intertwined with mine. “So, uh, what is this? Like, a fling? You’re not actually a lesbian, are you —?”

Through gritted teeth, Jessie seethed,” No, it is not a fling, Miles. Yes, I am a lesbian because men are trash. And yes, this conversation is over. Y/n, let me show you around.”

So, Jessie and I turned tail and left Miles in the dirt. Rightfully so.

~~~

“Fucking dad’s texting me,” Kurt grumbled, untrusting the monologue to his screen. He was so happy before, what, with his five-thousand new viewers. Y/n was always on the front-burner of his brain, but at least he had something to help make it up with her.

‘Hey, I wanted to surprise you…’

‘But I got some BIG news for you!’

“Fuck. Anyways, tonight’s going to be crazy with, like, the gun and killing Jessie Adams, and I might even wear this.” He zoomed in on the now deceased Bobby BaseCamp’s leopard print bucket hat. “Y/n and I dressed up as cats one Halloween together, and she was a leopard. I was a tiger. Fuck!”

‘C'mon Kurt, come and get me’

Kurt rotated the camera again, showing his annoyed expression. His hair was still dripping from the shower. “Dad is texting me again.”

‘Pick me up and we’ll go spin together!’

“Okay, this deadbeat is trying tofuck up The Lesson,” Kurt groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Jessie Adam’s show is in two hours and this douche is texting me and he wants me to go to this DJ show with him. Pfft. With some DJ… Uno, I think.”

His eyes quickly scanned the chat, brows furrowing. “Wait, you guys know who this is…? Wait, you guys like DJ Uno?”

A donation came in, reading,’ Yeah, dude. You stupid? Take us to Uno right fucking now.’

That was all Kurt needed. He scrambled to his feet. Before he knew it, adorning Bobby’s bucket hat, he was in front of his dad’s house, although he was better known as Chris.

“It’s open!” he shouted crossly.

His father tugged once more, and the door finally opened. Dad muttered under his breathe, shoving some bags in the back. He finally plopped up front, though, clicking on his seatbelt. “Thanks for the ride,” his dad continued. “Really. You’re coming in clutch - whoa you’re not going to let your dad get his fucking seat belt on, bro?”

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have time,” Kurt robotically stated. “And I’m charging you. Go on your Spree app and request a ride.”

“What?”

“Do you think this is for free?”

“Seriously? Can you imagine me charging you for every fucking meal I gave you?”

Kurt, equally stressed and equally wanting to give his viewers drama, snapped,” I wonder what that would account to. One cheeseburger? Because mom pretty much took care of everything.”

“Oh-h-h,” dad drawled, a mocking, playful expression dawning. Sarcastically, he remarked,” So you want to get into the details about me and your mother? Because I got fucking details we can get into about me and your mother.”

The radio played quietly, and otherwise, silence fell over the car. It was only for a moment, though, because both men were too peeved to let the conversation drop. Well, one of them, then, because dad continued,” I like the fucking cameras and the lights. Action…” He turned to Kurt with a grin, but his eyes were glued to the road. Oh, the lengths he went for love. He wanted to kill his dad right then and there, but he had to make it to the Jessie Adams show. “Do they change color?”

“No.”

“Whoa, fucking red light!”

Kurt drove right past it. The roads were empty and he was a good driver. He was practicing for the escape he’d have to make later.

“What the fuck? Do you really expect to win over that friend of yours when you’re such a fucking moody loser, Kurt? What the fuck is that? Dumbass.”

“Hey, what the fuck?” Kurt boomed, a scowl stretching across his face. “Don’t fucking bring her into this.”

“What, so you can bring up your mother, but I can’t bring that bitch you’ve been obsessed with for years? Fucking pathetic. I’m trying here, Kurt. Maybe show your old pop some appreciation —“

“For what? For showing me how not to be? A shitty excuse for a human being? And for your information, we are dating —!”

“Uh huh, I’m sure, son. I believe it.” Chris opened the glove compartment to drop the plastic water bottle he stole inside. However, terror struck him as he saw a silver pistol with a silencer equipped inside. “What the fuck is this?” He pulled out the gun angrily. “It’s a fucking gun. Kurt, Kurt, I told you about guns. I thought we were on the same page.”

Kurt snatched the gun away, dropping it in his lap. His patience had worn thin a long time ago, and after what Chris said about Y/n, it took every fibre of his being not to shoot his father dead immediately. “Listen, I have a gun, alright. I’m smart, unlike you, okay?”

“That’s crazy.”

Tense and shrugging, Kurt interrupted.,” No, it’s not crazy. You don’t know what this job’s like. You don’t know…”

Kurt was waving it wildly without thought. He was honestly seeing red. Blood lust pounded into his brain. “Put the fucking gun away!” Chris demanded, reaching for it. “You’ll fucking kill yourself!”

“You don’t know what type of thug or gangbanger is going to get in the back of my car —“

“Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. There’s a police officer. Put away your gun.” Kurt finally stopped when the lights turned yellow. However, he didn’t backdown to his father’s caution. He still gripped it tightly, and waved it just as high to the steering wheel.

“It’s my fucking gun. I use it for safety.”

Kurt’s heart stopped momentarily when the sirens suddenly started up. Both Chris and Kurt’s eyes were glued to the car. However, it drove right by. Kurt knew better than to think he possibly would’ve been arrested, but Chris was shaking in his boots. Good.

Kurt ran that red light, too.

“What the fuck,” dad objected. “Another red light. And a fucking gun. Are you and your girlfriend having fucking problems? Did she break up with you for being a violent fucking bastard?”

“As if that’s any of your fucking business, you junkie! Why are you going through my shit, anyway?”

Chris sighed exasperatedly. “Kurt, amigo. Are you trying to downgrade my confidence before my set?”

“Well, yeah, seeing as you’re a complete fucking asshole. Y/n and I are very happy together, by the way.”

Chris sighed. Kurt growled. Awkward silence fell over the car until Kurt finally pulled into the club parking lot. The rest was all a blur for Kurt. All he wanted was Y/n. The club experience could be summed up as : his dad was still an asshole, DJ Uno was a bitch, and the club sucked. He barely remembered the details of the interaction by the time he was back in the safety of his car, though.

“I don’t know what to say, guys. Bobby cam is canceled because it was not lucky to me. And, honestly, you guys led me astray. Let’s just move on. I’m not angry at anybody. I just want to get to Jessie Adam’s show to see Y/n.”

Kurt was stressed. If only he wasn’t streaming and the LED lights were off. Then, with ease, he could reach into the glove box, grab some tissues, and —

The back door of his car suddenly opened. Kurt gasped, turning to see DJ Uno had hopped in. Kurt was frazzled and confused and flustered. Uno didn’t give him the chance to speak. “Oh, do you know where something is?”

“Uh, do I know where what is?”

“Oh, you know Los Angeles taco truck?” Uno prodded, staring at him from the back expectantly as she pulled on her seatbelt.

“There’s a lot of, uh, taco trucks in Los Angeles —“

“Okay, so take me to L.A. taco truck. And I will tag you, really.”

“What time - I’m kind of in a hurry. What time is it?”

“Okay, I’m in a hurry, too. Need to take pictures at L.A. taco truck.”

And that settled it. There Kurt was, standing and taking photos of DJ Uno as she crouched in front of the food plaza. A lifestream was going on Instagram, but Kurt was barely paying attention, despite the internal nagging to promote his stuff. As Uno prepared for another pose, Kurt couldn’t help but glaze over the stream of comments.

‘Uno, you looking freaking cool ANYWHERE’

‘Waifuuu’

‘When is your next sex tape coming out?’

That peaked his interest. So many people were mentioning sex tapes. Were they really that popular? He and Y/n had to make one then. As a testament of their love and commitment to their relationship to each other. Not to mention, Y/n would be incredibly happy with the amount of views they’d get. Especially now that Kurt had at least one-thousand followers and ten times the amount of viewers on his stream for hashtag The Lesson —

Before Kurt knew it, he was coaxed into buying Uno something from the truck. That was probably the last normal thing that would happen for the remainder of the night.

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im-overstimulated-and-im-sad · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

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This is from my TK has a little sister fic-

2014 -

The door to his dad’s office was open; TK could see that his dad was pacing back and forth like he did when he was on the phone. TK didn’t know what was happening, but knew it wasn’t good; he could practically seeing the veins in his dad’s neck bulging from thirty feet away.

TK pushed the door a little bit and leaned in the doorway. His dad had his back to him with his cell phone to his ear; he hadn’t noticed that TK was there yet. TK heard the ringing fade into a recorded voicemail — “Hello? Hello? JUST KIDDING!” TK rolled his eyes; that was his little sister’s outgoing message. TK had begged her to change it; even by teenager standards, it was obnoxious.

“Hey, Soph,” Owen said. “It’s me again. Still waiting to hear from you. I do hope that you’re enjoying these messages. Because they’re the last ones you’ll ever get”. He hit end call and pushed a few more buttons on his phone before lifting it to his ear again. While the phone was ringing, he noticed TK.

“I thought you left,” his dad whispered . “Your shift is over”.

“Yeah, I know”. TK said softly. “But Lyle told me to check on—” His dad held a hand up as TK heard his sister’s voicemail playing again. He motioned for TK to come inside and out of the doorway. TK sat on the couch as his dad started leaving another voicemail for his sister.

“Hi, Sophie,” his dad said, in a tone so eerily calm it made TK nervous. “The last message I left you. I’m worried that I was unclear. What I meant was, when I track you down, I’m taking away your phone. And locking you in a tower for a long time. A very long time. We’re talking the garbage will have filled the state of New York and blocked out the sun and we will be freezing half to death before you are allowed out again. And that is before it’s your mother’s turn to deal with you. Call me. And get your ass back here. Actually, do both those things. Bye”. He clicked off the call and collapsed next to his son on the couch.

“Well, I know getting that message would make me eager to call you back,” TK joked. His dad shot him a sideways glance.

“Well, your sister didn’t respond to your mom’s calls, either”. He sighed.

“Want me to try?” TK asked. “I could text her. See if I can find out where she is”.

“We know where she is”. His dad showed TK a text that he had received from Gwyn. “New Brunswick. House party. This is off something called an Instagram live”. TK had several different questions at once, the least of which was that he was curious when his mom had learned to use Instagram.

“What the hell is she doing in Jersey?” was the question TK went with.

“You know son, I’m curious about that too”. Owen sighed. “And your mother’s in Boston for a client this weekend, so she sent me the address and I said I’d go pick her up. And I’ve also got three guys out sick, and Lorraine is supposed to be come by tonight and drop her key off”. He dropped his phone on the couch and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know Dad,” TK said, “I can help”.

“You know I can’t let you work tonight,” his dad said without looking at him. “You’ve gotten too much overtime this week as it is. Plus, you need to sleep”.

“Look who’s talking”. TK murmured, half to himself. “What I meant was,” he said louder, “I can go pick Sophie up and bring her back here”.

His dad looked at him in surprise. “You would?”

“Well, I certainly don’t want to wait for Lorraine,” TK replied. “And I think there’s a car I could use. June told me to call her if I needed anything”.

“You really think your sponsor would let you take her car?” his dad said, surprised.

“For just anything, no”. TK said, getting his phone out. “But to pick up my dumbass sister and drag her back here, yeah I think she’d be cool with that”. He was focused on his phone that he was unprepared for his dad to lean over and engulf him in a hug.

“Dad,” TK said in a more whiny tone than he meant to. “Still at work. We’ve talked about this”.

“I know, I know,” Owen said as TK got up. “I can’t help it. I really appreciate this, TK”.

“Don’t worry about it”. TK said as he headed for the door. Which , he knew his parents were both royally pissed off with his sister, but secretly, he was happy to have something to do.

Tk poked his head back in the office. “Dad, are you okay? With the Lorraine stuff going on, I mean”.

His dad exhaled slowly. “One crisis at a time, kid”.

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BEHIND THE SCENES 🎬 : EPILOGUE

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warnings: just cute cringy shit also hope this was worth the wait bc I literally just wrote it in a mc donald’s parking lot 💔

You felt sick as you sat in the car, palms sweaty against your dress as the motion of the car kept you in a daze. All you could think about was your manager’s words and how real it all felt when you sat back and looked at it. You and Sunghoon weren’t meant to continue on in this fake relationship and the both of you knew that the day it was announced. You both knew it would come to an end and neither of you expected for it to turn out the way it did. Sure, you had your fair share of problems on set and off, I guess that just means everyone who believes in the enemies to lovers trope has their cards in the right place.

“You look pale, are you okay?” Your eyes flicker over to Yeji, your plus one for the night, who gives you a concerned look. “Yeah I’m okay.” You mumble, sucking in a deep breath as you look out the window and see the lines of fans and photographers that lined the streets as you near the carpet for the premier. Yeji reaches across to you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “You know it doesn’t have to change, you two were just all smiles and giggles the other day.” You knew she meant well and that her heart was in the right place, but nothing she said could shake the feeling that was in the pit of your stomach.

You think back to a couple days prior, when you and Sunghoon were caught at the convenience store near your apartment. He paid for your snacks and the two of you laughed the entire night while watching videos of animals on YouTube or reminisced about how embarrassing the two of you were at the start of both your career and the movie. After he had bid you a goodnight, you felt like nothing could take that skyrocketing feeling away from you, but you were immediately knocked off your feet minutes later.

Now, you’re staring out the tinted windows as the cameras flash and people yell over one another as they try to guess who was in your car. You felt like you were going to get sick and really just wanted to get inside as soon as possible. Yeji got out the car first, slicking parts of her hair down while waiting beside the open door for you. You followed out behind her, adjusting your dress as she shut the door. Since she wasn’t exactly a person of interest, your manager escorted her behind all the paparazzi and to the entrance of the building where the premier was being held.

You start to slowly walk down the carpet, not noticing Sunghoon had arrived almost immediately after you did until people started asking for you two to take pictures together. When you did finally notice him, you were taken aback by how beautiful he looked. His hair was slicked back and the black on black tux he wore had your heart soaring. When you two locked eyes, he seems so focused on you that he completely ignored everything around him and joined your side. People seemed to love that, snapping pictures of you two as you exchanged loving and longing looks.

“We should talk when we get inside.” He stared deeply into your eyes, one hand on the dip part of your back as the two of you walked down and posed together. If you’re honest, hearing his voice after what felt like forever was refreshing. Thankfully for you, the carpet walk was quick and by the time you entered the building, it was fairly quiet. Sunghoon had pulled you aside, resting his hands on the sides of your arms. “How are you holding up?”

You shrug, looking down at the floor to avoid his gaze. “Did I do something wrong?” The hurt was evidence in his voice, catching your attention to look up at him. Shaking your head, you could feel the tears in your eyes from as they started to sting. “Then why are you crying, baby.” The pet name was the cherry on top to your unfazed façade crumbling like cake in his hands.

“I’m scared because this is it hoon—we’re not working together anymore and everything seems to be falling apart and after everything I feel like I’ve lost, I don’t wanna loose you.” Sunghoon seemed surprised at your sudden confession, cupping your face into his hands as the tears fell down your cheeks. “Hey, shh don’t cry, hey you’re not gonna loose me y/n.” You started to sniffle, trying to get yourself together while calming your racing thoughts. It wasn’t until his fingers slipped between your own when you really felt like the world had regained its focus.

“If anything, us not working together gives me more reason to surprise you with cute dates and take you ice skating, like a real boyfriend should do.” The feeling of his hand on your cheek made you feel even more shy as he started to get embarrassed a little himself. “Right, ‘cus you’re my real boyfriend now.” He laughed, lifting your head to place a kiss onto your forehead. “Damn right I am, no more behind the scenes, just me and my real girlfriend.” You felt an overwhelming sensation of relief wash over you as he lead you to your seats, watching the show the two of worked so hard on play in front of you while wondering how the rest of your life would play out with him by your side.

🎬 SYNOPSIS: Sunghoon was at the top of his game, staring in every major romance drama to hit the big screen. When he met you, he expected to watch you swoon over him like his previous co-stars, but you’re not so impressed when meeting in person. Modeling is looking at lot better than acting right about..now. ACTION!

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sincerelybubbles · 1 year

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Breakout!

While planning to fulfill the family tradition, Regulus' art studio is raided and his arrest quickly follows suit. Determined to stick to the plan, Sirius, James, Lily, and Mary have to get him out.

(Inspired by Art Heist, Baby!)

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notes: [Content Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury, death, guns, and implied gun violence. Nothing is too explicitly gory, everyone survives. The Jegulus and Marylily ships in this are very light and only mildly implied] I wrote this (with changed names, bc I'm not a madman) for my Fiction Craft class this semester. I won't ramble on too much here, so for now: Enjoy!

Tires screech across the pavement and leave dark marks on the faded pavement. Lily squints, eyes straining to see in the moonlight without any headlights. She wrestles with a red curl insistent on sticking to her chapstick but stays focused. She can almost still hear Sirius chanting the plan over again and again in her head.

“Lily’s our driver,” Sirius gestured to her and went to continue his monologue before James groaned.

“Lily? Why Lily?”

“Because, even though your fragile masculinity refuses to acknowledge it, she’s the best driver of all of us. Plus you, my friend, are our gunman.” Sirius turned with a flourish and withdrew a pistol and shotgun from the open duffle bag at his feet. He threw both into James’s eager hands, one after another.

“Okay, never mind, that’s sick. You can stay in the car, Lily.”

“Thanks,” She drawled before leaning back in her seat and throwing her legs up on the table in front of her.

“Mary has our backs with the cameras and security systems,” Sirius motioned to the scrawny kid sitting on the floor, hunched over a laptop. “And I’ll be going into the prison with James to get him.”

Once they all hummed in acknowledgment, sans Mary who was entirely entranced in whatever they had going on with their laptop, Sirius slammed down a paper on the table.

“Here’s how it’s going to go.”

“Left at Route 62,” James reminds her, fiddling with the gun in his lap. His dark eyes are trained on the road ahead, face stern.

“Yeah, got it, James. I know how to do my job.” Lily huffs and turns sharply at the light.

“Just reminding you.” James flashes her one of the grins he thinks is oh-so-charming, and it only slightly works to calm her down. “You know Sirius will kill us if we don’t manage to get him this time.”

“Sirius will do no such thing,” Sirius interjects from the back of the van where he sits with Mary and their mountain of tech. “Because this is going to go perfectly. Mary, do you have the bomb ready?”

“A BOMB?” James interjected.

“Yes.” Sirius seemed unfazed by James’s outburst as he looked down at Mary.

“It’s perfectly safe.” Mary mumbled before they lifted the small clump of wiring from the bag that rested beside them. They were drowning under all of the tech pilled on their lap, dark skin blending in with the black plastic of hard drives and wrapped wires.

“Perfectly safe? A bomb?” James looked near-panting as he glanced at Lily, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.

Lily wasn’t sure why James was so upset. Breaking an inmate out of a high-security prison? Perfectly okay and safe. Add a small explosive to the mix? Completely unreasonable, apparently.

Though, she was curious as to why Sirius found it entirely necessary for the bomb. He had boasted relentlessly about Mary’s ability to hack them through the prison as easily as walking through a park, so why the need for all the dramatics?

“Let him talk,” Lily nudged James before she looked to Sirius, waiting for him to continue.

“As I was saying.”

“Lily,” Sirius calls. She shoots her hand back to grasp the detonator from Sirius’ hand, her other hand busy holding the van straight as they speed down the barren street. “South exit and then straight back to us. I mean it, don’t stall or it ruins the meaning of a distraction.”

“Yep, heard you the first, second, sixth time.” Lily wishes Sirius and James would just shut up and let her think without having to struggle to focus over the nonstop chatter.

“Pardon me for wanting to make sure we can get Regulus out of that shithole.” Sirius glares up at the cluster of buildings growing before them. “As soon as possible.”

Ah, the shithole – Sirius is so eloquent – that is Azkaban Correctional Institution. This is where they’ve been holding Regulus Black hostage for nearly eight months now. Lily focuses on it as they get nearer and nearer to the building, remembering the blueprint Sirius shoved down their throats and trying to imagine it laying over the building in front of her. Just beyond those doors will be the front desk and, just behind that, a small break room. Down a hallway, up some stairs, take a few lefts and rights, and you’ll be facing Regulus in his small cell.

Lily takes a harsh right and slams on the brakes. James and Sirius throw their doors open and grab their gear the moment the van screeches to a stop.

“Once we get Reg, we’re back on track for business as usual.” Sirius adjusted the corner of the tarp covering one of the many paintings in the warehouse they’re all gathered at. “Luckily, they only raided his personal studio, so we only lost four paintings.”

“What are the chances we get those back?” James asked, running his finger across the grain of the wood table.

“They’ve probably got them on lockdown. Or they’ve burnt them or something,” Lily sighed, tipping her chair back. “It’s not like we’re short on paintings – even without the four we’re still over twenty ready to go.”

“We don’t want to draw any more attention to ourselves either way.” James sat down next to Lily.

Lily watched, chewing on her lip and thinking. “Regulus’s going to be pissed, though.”

Sirius waved a hand across the air as if brushing the words out of existence. He didn’t answer beyond that, just sat and looked at the piles of canvas covering the warehouse.

Lily had asked when she entered the building for the first time, in awe, how long Regulus had been preparing for this. Regulus had looked pleased and admitted that he had been practicing and getting better at making the paintings for years now.

That had been nearly three years ago when she had first met Regulus and James through Mary – back when Sirius still swore up and down that he would never get involved in the family business.

“Why’re we still planning on doing the heist so soon? You know they’re going to be all over us once he’s out. Shouldn’t we wait another year or two?” James asked. Lily looked over and was shocked to find that he didn’t look anxious.

The newest of their group, Lily had her apprehensions about James. He was nice, and Mary vouched for him, but he was always stressed and poorly hiding it. But now he just looked concerned – for Sirius, she assumed. It was nice to see, in a weird way.

She knew they had bonded the past few months but she hadn’t noticed just how much. It shows now in the wrinkle on Olvier’s forehead and how he’s leaned toward Sirius, examining him carefully. If she was being completely honest with herself, they had all been worried about Sirius lately. The messy hair, lost pounds, and immovable determination to complete this heist against all odds was more than concerning.

“We’re doing this now, in two months, just like we planned. I’ve planned for too long to give up now.” That had been his answer for the past two years.

“We have everything ready, too,” Mary added. Lily jumped at their sudden comment. They didn’t tend to pipe up in conversations like this often. A glance in their direction showed hard determination set in their jaw. They were still typing on the laptop resting on their knees, dark hair a puff of chaos around their head, but they looked so sure of themself. So sure of Sirius and his plan.

If Mary was all the way on board with this, so was Lily. They had been her best friend her entire life. Where they go, she follows.

She tipped her chair forward again, letting the legs smack against the floor. “Then let’s just hope luck is on our side this time.” Lily shrugged, “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Good luck boys.” Lily manages to give them an easy smile and shoots a wink at James. No need for all of them to be anxious messes and Sirius is visibly sweating. “Don’t have too much fun in there,” she says as she lays her chin on her hand and waves them away with her fingers. She swallows down her own nerves in favor of watching James scoff despite his shaking hands.

“Yeah, okay, Lily. Sure thing. I’ll make sure we leave a few guards for ya.” James spits. Not up to par with his usual banter, but Lily lets it go given the current circumstances. At least he seems more comfortable after falling into the usual routine of bickering with her.

“James!” Sirius barks, signaling he’s ready. James falls into step quickly. “Lily, watch Mary and make sure you’re on time,”

“You’ve got it, cap’tn.” Lily mock salutes and watches them make their way to the building, trying her best to keep herself calm as she fights her worry.

Her boys will be fine, they have to be, and Regulus will be home with them soon.

She watches their backs as they slowly slink around the building to find the door Sirius marked with a yellow circle on all of their maps. Once she can no longer see Sirius’ head reflecting the moonlight, Lily puts the van in drive again and floors it.

James is calm. James is so calm, actually, that he’s not even sure that he knows the definition of panic. Anxiety? Gone, there’s no way he could have it, he’s so calm.

His hands are shaking where they clutch his gun. He watches Sirius press a small device against the frame of the door and tap a few buttons. There is sweat gathering on the top of Sirius’ neck and James focuses on how he can see the moonlight pooling there.

“Wanna take a few more minutes? Wouldn’t want them rushed when we get in there,” James whispers, poorly hiding the shake in his voice.

Sirius ignores him and the door’s locks release open a few seconds later with a faint click. The door is heavy and metal, and it takes both James and Sirius throwing their bodies against it to push the door inward.

“It’s meant to run on that motor,” Sirius grunts, motioning with a jerk of his head to where the clicking of gears can be heard. One final shove and the door is open just enough to cast a small triangle of grey light on the floor.

“Well, you do the honors.” James nods toward the door and motions forward with his gun.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to be a little bitch through all of this,” Sirius sighs, slipping through the open door.

Indignation flares in James’s chest but he doesn’t say anything as he follows Sirius. He knows he’s on this team to do this part – the brave, action-y part – but he would like to think any reasonable person would be a little wary of entering a high-security prison.

Once they’ve shut the door nearly all the way, they turn on their earpieces. Sirius flicks his fingers forward and James takes the lead, begrudgingly. They make their way through a small reception area first. It’s scarcely furnished and James wrinkles his nose at the faint smell of sweat. As they pass through a room full of seats facing windows for visits, James is glad that they’re getting Regulus out of here before it could come to visits through plexiglass.

He’s only known him for a little over a year but he would hate to have to see him like that, caged up like an animal.

James leads Sirius through the white halls, following a thin beam of light thrown around by his flashlight.

“Guard room to the left,” Mary’s monotone voice sounds in James’s ear and his heart jumps at the sudden sound. He forgot that Mary is monitoring their path through the prison.

“Got it,” Sirius mumbles, moving past James to the window overseeing the hallway. Sirius peeks into the room and watches for a moment. “Three,” he announces. James sighs in relief. His research on the place found that only five guards work the night shift in Kerpie Hall, so only two are crawling around in the hallways with them.

They crouch down to pass the window and James takes the lead again. The adrenaline of this situation is calming him, making him focus instead of worry. A left followed by two rights and another left. The mantra repeats in his head – left, two rights, left again – it’s like a little rhyme that he’s holding onto for dear life. He’ll never live it down if he gets them lost. He wishes, as they creep down the hallways, that he has something to do with his hands.

Sirius smacks him across the head when he begins to quietly hum without realizing it.

Mary clutches their laptop to their chest as Lily takes a sharp right. She really is their best driver, they couldn’t argue with Sirius when he said it, but they do wish that she was gentler with her turns. Their tech clicks at every bump in the road.

They bite back the dry comment about slowing down a little that rests at the tip of their tongue. They don’t want to upset her and they know, after years of claiming shotgun in her beat-up Camry, that backseat driving is a one-stop ticket to Road Rage Lily.

“Your stairwell is up ahead,” they mutter into the mic and wait for Sirius’ quiet response.

“How are the boys?” Lily asks from the driver’s seat. Mary glances up, surprised to find that they’re near the bomb site.

“Slow,” Mary mutters, refusing to let their gaze linger on Lily and her halo of hair ignited in the sunset. They have a job to do, there’s no time to focus on anything else.

“No problems yet, though?” Lily asks and Mary can hear the stress below the casual question.

“No,” Mary answers. They wish that they were more consoling, gentler, softer, but their voice comes out monotone, blank. Out of the corner of their eye, though, they can see Lily relax slightly in her seat.

“Good, those idiots better not fuck this up.”

Mary fights the beginning of a smile and instead focuses on double-checking the programming for the bomb resting on the floor next to them.

Lily parks the car after another few minutes of driving. When Mary glances up again, they see her climbing over the center console. She throws herself down next to them and her pale, freckled legs stretch out next to Mary’s dark ones. Mary raises an eyebrow at her and she knocks her knee against theirs.

“We have three minutes before we’re supposed to go,” Lily explains, “I didn’t hit any of the lights Sirius was worried about.”

Mary nods and returns their focus to their laptop screen.

“Are you guys nearly there?” Sirius asks, voice hushed but clipped.

“We’re here, just waiting for the clock,” Mary’s fingers still on their keyboard as they listen to the huffs of James’s breathing. Are they running?

“Go now,” Sirius snaps.

Mary whips his head around to look at Lily.

“Now.” Mary shoves the bomb into her hands. Lily swallows thickly, frozen for a moment before she springs into action. They watch as Lily scrambles to stand, cradling the bomb gently between her hands as if it will go off any second. Mary pushes down the urge to scoff. They built the bomb, and it’s not going off before they want it to.

“Fuck, shit, fucking shit,” Sirius groans, pushing himself up by his elbows. James offers him a hand, and Sirius takes it, allowing himself to be heaved up.

“Come on,” James demands, tugging Sirius forward by his arm and shoving them both through a door. His gun is pushed back into his hands. Sirius takes care to not look at the man laying on the floor. The man he shot. “Come on, Lily,” James mutters.

“It should have gone off by now,” Sirius tells James, jogging behind him, “Mary?” he asks his headset.

“Mary, don’t be a dick, answer –” James is cut off by the bomb exploding. It’s defining and Sirius feels the vibration in his feet. Both he and James jump to cover their ears. James stumbles, the ground shaking from the blast from the other side of the building, and Sirius flips his hand so that he’s the one yanking James forward by the arm.

Sirius’ ears are ringing and he thinks his nose is bleeding from where the stout guard punched him earlier.

“Right!” James screams.

Sirius barely makes it out over the ringing in his ears. Sirius yanks them both down the hall James signaled to, feet sliding but not stopping, never stopping. His brother is waiting and, as he’s proving right now, nothing is going to stop him from getting to him.

Sirius lifts a hand to his ear while they run. “Bomb was effective!” he shouts, pressing into the small device he hopes is still working. When he moves his hand away, blood coats his fingers, dripping down on his palm. He ignores it, clutching his gun to his chest instead. He and James are so close now that Sirius can nearly taste it.

Months of meticulous planning, months of late-night pacing, months of not eating have all cumulated to this moment. He’s not going to let this slip through his fingers again.

James, despite being the one dragged along, mostly leads them through the maze of white hallways through faint yelling and sloppy hand signals. They’ve chosen their path to specifically avoid all emergency evacuation routes so, while it takes a little bit longer to find the back stairways, they only cross paths with one other guard. James had done his routing job well. Pride for his friend flashes in his chest for a moment before it’s replaced with the knowledge that he is going to have to kill this guard too.

Sirius shoots him with a grimace. He doesn’t think he’s ever going to sleep peacefully again after tonight.

He’s watched his father kill men before without blinking. But this? Holding the gun and pulling the trigger himself?

Sirius has been thrust into a whole new world without half a second to process it. He can feel the inner parts of himself changing, shifting, never to be the same again with every bullet that leaves the gun clutched between his hands.

And, right now, all he knows is go, run, faster, get to Regulus. Whatever it takes, get to Regulus and get life back to where it’s supposed to be.

Regulus waits patiently. He can hear the commotion outside and he smiles when the two guards outside of his door end their argument by deciding to evacuate with the others rather than maintain their posts.

“He’s so little, dude. Honestly, what can he do?” Had been the guard’s final argument to get his friend to abandon their stations.

What, indeed.

He weighs his options as he waits, sitting cross-legged on his bed. A part of him is sure that this is his stupid brother’s work – Sirius’ name is written all over this chaos – but he knows it would be foolish of him to pin all of his hopes on that.

Regulus begins to think, tapping his fingers on his knees while he waits. Does he want to break out of here? It’s not really a case of wrongful indication. He’s proud to admit that every stroke on the forged painting came from his own brush, and he truly is content serving his seven years in peace. No taxes, free meals, and a pretty alright bed with no cellmate (his last three roommates were all sent to solitary – and he doesn’t think another one is coming anytime soon), Regulus isn’t all too worried about passing his time here. He’ll still be in her twenties when he’s released – basically his entire life set in front of her, waiting to be lived. Actually, if they give him any sort of painting materials, he doesn’t think she would consider a breakout plan himself. But, the officers refuse to, and his palms have been itching to paint for all eight months he’s been locked in this all-white room.

Plus, there’s his family to think of. Sirius, the idiot, won’t just sit there and wait for Regulus to get out patiently. Lily and Mary would probably be on board with it too and James. Well, Regulus won’t think of James here, not now.

He can’t, he can’t ruin whatever they’ve started by thinking it over and over, sitting alone in his cell. There’s too much time for him to ruin it like he ruins everything, so he pushes James out of his mind and keeps tapping on his knee, thinking.

“I hate when you do that,” Sirius groaned, pushing the door open and dropping his bag on the floor next to the bed.

“Do what?” Regulus asked, blinking slowly at him.

“You sit and sort of just stare off into the distance. And your eyes get all wide like an owl, it’s freaky.”

“I was just trying to decide if it’s done or not.” Regulus returned his attention to the canvas propped up against the wall across from him.

Sirius sighed and kicked off his boots before throwing himself on the bed beside Regulus. He didn’t move to make room for him so he was left with the corner of the bed to perch on.

He joined in on his staring.

In front of them sat a nearly-perfect replica of The Return of the Prodigal Son . Nearly perfect. Nearly, but not quite. Regulus tipped his head to the side and continued his staring.

Sirius groaned, mumbling a drawn-out, “Freaky” before heaving himself up onto his feet. “Come on, time to go meet the others.”

“Ah, yes, that’s today. I’m beyond excited, this will be just so interesting to sit through.”

Sirius rolled his eyes at him while he stood and began to roll the canvas up gently, “It’s a multi-stage, extremely controlled operation, Reg, not grocery shopping. Your head needs to be in the game.”

“It’s an art heist, Sirius, not rocket science,” Regulus threw Sirius a cold stare and situated the canvas bag on his shoulder, “I mean, if Dad could manage to do it three times, how hard can it really be?”

Regulus is just deciding he might as well make an attempt at the window when he hears boots pounding on the ground outside of his door.

His cell is completely enclosed. It’s more like a miniature apartment than a cage. The door has one of those smaller windows with bars running vertically along it and a small flap that can only be opened from the outside. Because he is fully enclosed by stark white walls, he can’t see who’s approaching.

Keen on patience, Regulus maintains his perch on his bed, legs tucked underneath him, and watches with wide eyes.

He can’t make out the quiet words, but he can tell it’s definitely men on the other side of the door. There’s no handle on the door, just a small computer that engages the motor to open the cell for daily yard time.

Curiously, Regulus watches as the small light at the top of the door blinks green, then yellow, red, then back to green. After a second, there’s a snap, a small cheer, and the door slides open.

“Hello, welcome in,” Regulus greets his brother, eyes scanning him. He’s rather filthy, covered in blood and dirt. It doesn’t really suit him. Next to him is James. He’s also covered in blood and dust but less so, and Regulus can just make out how his olive skin has paled since he last saw him. He sends him a smile and Regulus returns itm heart aching for a moment before he can get it under better control.

Against his better wishes, he really hoped they were on the way for her, and he’s beyond pleased to see them. “Come, have a seat.”

“No time, we have to go.” Sirius steps forward toward his twin-sized bed and offers a hand.

Regulus wrinkles his nose and ignores it. No way he’s touching his hand when it clearly is caked in blood. Probably his if the drips on his shoulder are anything to go by. Slowly, he stands and brushes off his pants.

“Yes, alright, if you insist.”

Regulus takes a step forward only to be stopped by Sirius grabbing his shoulder. He lifts his finger and he and James both adopt distant expressions for a moment. He can hear the faint chatter coming from the radios in their ears.

He waits impatiently as they listen to whoever is on the other side – probably Mary if he were to take a guess. He watches James fidget with his gun as Sirius has a hushed, clipped conversation with his headset about alternate routes and guard paths. He tries to focus, determine if it really is Mary on the other side, before he gets distracted watching James’ hands fiddle with the gun. His palms are itching to reach out and stop him, to make him still and calm, when there is a loud bang from the hallway followed by several quick pop pop pop s.

“We need to move!” James grabs his arm and yanks him to his side.

“Fuck it, go the original way! And, run , Regulus!” Sirius is already throwing himself out of the door as he makes his demands.

“I won’t run,” Regulus sigs, disgruntled at the distraction from his painting. “I just want to set my things down.”

“Sir, if you don’t follow our orders we will have no choice other than to use force to restrain you.”

“Alright, alright, just a moment.” Regulus put his hands in the air, slowly turning around and sending a placating smile to the officer in front of him. He noticed how her gun shook in her clasped hands and clicked his tongue. Regulus hated that he could see the woman’s nerves – she was doing such a good job at being intimidating until now.

Once his hands were securely put into the air, the second male officer behind the first moved forward and grabbed his wrist.

“Regulus Black, you are under arrest for uttering a false instrument that aided in the completion of felony-level theft. You have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” The officer locked the cuffs behind Regulus’s back as he listened to him drone on about lawyers.

“Reg?” Regulus’s head snapped to the right at Sirius’ voice.

He watched as he pushed his way forward. A third officer appeared and pressed his hand to Sirius’ chest. He fought for a moment before searching the room and locking eyes with Regulus.

He met his eyes, watching as he searched his face. He looked like a mess, long hair sticking up in all different directions. He hadn’t been quite right since the studio was raided two days ago. He’d been going on rants about never living up to the legacy their Dad left for them every few hours or so and, with every long, drawn-out speech, Regulus watched him dive deeper and deeper into a sort of madness.

Sirius thrived best with a plan. He always had, their entire childhood was chock-full of grand adventures marked out to a T. And – with the last bit of his original idea to clean out the Hogwarts Museum of Art fading away with Regulus’s current situation – he looked even worse than he had when he left the apartment hours before. His grey eyes frantically jumped between Regulus, the handcuffs binding his wrists, and the officer slowly holstering her gun.

He could see the cogs turning in his head. Calculating, formulating, grinding.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

“Your boyfriend is under arrest, man. He gets a phone call, wait for then, but you can’t go in there.” The officer continued to pull Sirius back.

Seeming to realize he had no other choice, Sirius let the guard push him back another step, finally looking over to the shorter man.

“He’s my brother, dickwad,” Sirius sneered.

“It’s alright, Sirius,” Regulus called, rolling his wrists in his cuffs. He wasn’t initially planning on calling Sirius when he got to the station, his first thought had been Lily, but he supposed Sirius worked just as well. Anything to keep him planning and not breaking down.

“I’ll call you soon, we’ll have a nice chat then!” Regulus promised, cooperating as the female guard pushed him forward and down the stairs of his apartment complex.

Lily fights the urge to chew her nails while they wait for everyone to appear at the pick-up sight.

“Stop tapping. It’s making me nervous,” Mary drones from beside her.

“Sorry, your majesty, wouldn’t want the Princex feeling worried on a day like today, that would be just awful.”

“No need to be rude just because I know how to keep my composure.”

“Oh, this is keeping your composure, is it?” Lily scoffs, “I would call it being a dick.”

“Better a dick than a pussy.”

“Oh, really , you’re going to make that argument?” Lily snarls, whipping around to face Mary.

Mary opens their mouth to answer but their eyes widen as they look up at the figures approaching over her shoulder.

“Open the doors,” Mary demands, shoving their laptop to the side and standing.

Lily doesn’t hesitate, launching herself over the console to throw the van doors open as Mary rummages through their bag. She doesn’t look behind her to assess the damage. Anxiety in the form of hot bubbling lava settles in the bottom of her stomach.

It doesn’t take long for James to breach her line of sight once she’s thrown the back doors of the van open. He’s a mess, bleeding and stumbling all over the place. Lily yanks him inside the van by his arm, leaning out to search for Sirius and Regulus. It takes a few more seconds, but finally, they show – and Lily sees why Mary is taking everything out of the small medical bag. Sirius is carrying an unconscious Regulus over his shoulder.

Lily stumbles out of the van to help him, ignoring Mary’s yelling. Yes, she’s well aware that she should be getting behind the wheel and preparing to beat feet, but Sirius is stumbling under Regulus’ weight and a massive amount of blood is soaking his sweater. If she hadn’t seen James seconds ago, weak on his feet and bleeding from his face, she would have been pissed that he wasn’t helping too.

“I’ve got him!” Sirius barks and then stumbles seconds later.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you do,” Lily mutters. Sometimes she thinks that Sirius assembled their team based on the most stubborn people he could find, rather than the best team for an art heist.

It doesn’t take any coaxing to get Sirius to accept her help though, and soon Lily is running back to the van with Regulus in her arms. He’s bleeding from a cut on his neck. Lily assumes it’s a graze wound but isn’t sure.

Mary is there to take Regulus from Lily’s arms. “Get us out of here,” they snarl, turning and setting Regulus in James’s lap.

“Route A or C?” Lily asks Sirius over her shoulder. He grunts as he tugs the van doors closed.

“C.”

Lily sends him a nod and crawls back into the driver’s seat. The van is still running. She switches gears and punches the gas.

Being involved in a police car chase is nowhere near as fun as James thought it would be. It mainly involves a lot of cursing from Lily and snarky remarks from Mary.

“Jesus Christ, if you think I’m doing such a shit job come do it yourself!” Lily snaps.

Mary closes their mouth after that – James knows that they don’t have their license.

James ignores the sound of gunfire from outside, used to it after the past ten minutes of driving. He thought that the police would have better aim but they still haven’t managed to hit a single tire. He watches Regulus’s face instead, holding his head on his lap while Mary does their best to patch Sirius up. Regulus had woken up a few minutes ago and Mary had already bandaged his wounds. He’s now resting with her eyes closed, mouth twitching into small, nearly unnoticeable smiles at Lily and Mary’s bickering.

“I’ve missed you,” he had mumbled quietly to James before shutting his eyes a few moments ago. James decides he can’t linger on that now but tucks the three words into the back of his mind to obsess over later.

Lily throws the van into a sudden turn and James looks up to watch her concentrate. She’s chewing at her lip intently, glaring at the moonlit road ahead of her.

James’s gaze turns to Sirius after a moment. He had been shot in the side and then arm on their path back to the van. James knows he made it out lucky with his minor scrapes and bruises compared to the bloody mess Sirius is. Looking at Sirius makes him feel light-headed from all of the blood.

“That’s the best I can do,” Mary mutters, taping off a piece of gauze.

Sirius has always been pale but he’s looking sort of gray now. Blood is dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. James grimaces and looks back at Regulus, searching his face to make sure he hasn’t fallen asleep again. He opened her eyes at Mary’s voice, now watching Sirius with wide, slate-grey eyes.

He feels quite queasy, it’s obvious Sirius isn’t doing well. James fights a gag as he lifts his blood-dampened shirt away from his chest and settles more comfortably with Regulus in his lap. He definitely made the right choice in not going to med school if how he’s reacting now is any indication.

“Then that’ll have to be okay for now,” Sirius pants, pulling his undershirt down with a wince. “When we get back to the house I can pull some strings to get a doctor over.”

Maybe James should have at least tried med school, now that he’s thinking about it and resolutely not looking over at Mary cleaning up from where he crudely stitched Sirius’ arm and side up.

If he had given med school a shot he might have been in a different math class two years ago and would have never met Mary. Never meeting Mary would have never turned into meeting Lily and then Sirius. Without him, none of them would be here.

“Sirius?” Regulus asks softly. For the first time since they’d left his cell, he sounds affected by all of this.

“I’m alright, Reg,” Sirius reassures him. Though, James can hear in his voice that even he doesn’t believe himself.

James, against his better judgment, risks another glance in Sirius’ direction and immediately feels bad that he was just thinking so bitterly about his friend. Sirius is his best friend, if he’s being honest, and he’s thinking about how he could’ve avoided meeting him while he bleeds out on the floor.

Lily lets out a frustrated scream from the driver’s seat. James fights a snort at the sudden intrusion and turns to watch Lily drive instead of Sirius’ struggling breathing.

He’ll have plenty of time later to consider (and reconsider and re-reconsider) if agreeing to this shit-storm was worth it in the first place.

They all fall silent, save for Lily’s quiet ranting as she struggles to lose their tail and Sirius’ wheezing breaths. James looks around at their small group, watching their determined faces and wondering how the rest of them have justified being here.

He’s aware, of course, that Sirius and Regulus have been a part of this entire scene their whole lives.

The family business , Sirius had called it when the topic first came up. Only then, he sounded so jaded. So angry at the idea. A stark contrast to the loving way he’s talked about it heist while they planned it.

But he can’t help but wonder how Mary and Lily have justified the crime in their minds. Was it the promise of the money? Two and a half years ago, Mary was in the same Microbiology class as James, and Lily wasn’t even living in Florida. He knows that Mary and Lily have known Sirius and Regulus for years now, but his head is spinning as the reality of the entire situation is really catching up to him.

He thought he was making cool, new friends in college. Now, they’re all part of the final step of phase one of a large-scale art heist.

Well, stage one of Plan B.

No matter how you cut it, life is weird now and, as James stares numbly through the windshield, he can’t stop thinking about it. A hysterical laugh is stuck in the bottom of his chest.

His parents think he’s in his dorm right now, preparing to graduate with his Doctorate next month. Instead, he’s running from the police as they fail to blow out their tires.

He knew this would be dangerous, but damn, knowing it is an entirely different beast than living it.

It’s while James is lost in his thoughts that Sirius faints. Mary manages to catch him as Lily hits a bump in the road. They meet James’s eyes over Sirius’ limp body, looking more panicked than James has ever seen them.

“FUCK YEAH!” Lily shouts but even that intrusion can’t break James’s stupor. “I think we’ve lost them!” Lily celebrates.

“Does he have a pulse?” James asks, snapping out of it. Mary checks and then rolls Sirius off their lap, frantically shaking their head.

James’s world stops spinning.

“Guys, what’s happening?” Lily asks, obviously overhearing them.

Regulus sits up. He and James watch as Mary presses into Sirius’ chest. They’re keeping a steady rhythm, counting under their breath.

James winces as he hears Sirius’ chest crack under Mary’s hands.

Regulus jumps forward at the sound of Sirius’ ribs snapping. James rushes to catch him as he sways. He collects him in his arms quickly, holding him tightly and preventing him from getting in the way.

He’s sobbing.

James grips her harder in his arms. She shakes and cries while they watch Mary work over Sirius.

The only thing keeping James from lunging forward and holding Sirius, yelling at him to just breathe is Regulus in his arms. He’s holding the stars while watching the Earth fade away in front of him and he’s only able to keep himself together by brute force.

It only takes a few more presses against Sirius’ chest for him to begin coughing. Blood splatters on Mary’s cheek.

Regulus sags against James, falling limp in his lap. He’s crying still, silently now.

James lets out a startled noise, something between a laugh and a sob, and turns Regulus in his lap so they’re sitting in some sort of an awkward hug.

Lily is still driving, now bringing them to their safe house, no doubt. She went silent somewhere in the struggle, whipping her head to look back and forth between the road and the group behind her.

Sirius is breathing again, Regulus is scooting forward to cradle his head, Mary is wiping their face with the corner of their sleeve, and James is slumping back, cradling Regulus to his chest.

They’re all safe, right now, in this moment. And, yeah, everyone in this cramped van is a pain in James’s ass, but fuck , he loves them. He loves them, and they’re safe.

Exhausted, James closes his eyes for what feels like the first time in the past two hours and lets out a crazed laugh. The easy part is over. Now it’s time to start the real challenge: the art heist is just beginning.

While this fic is inspired by otrtbs Art Heist, Baby! (and I am documenting that in the fic) it id not set in that universe and Art Heist, Baby! does not need to be read to understand this! I just liked the dynamic a lot and I wanna give credit to it as my inspiration for this. That being said, if you want more explicit Jegulus and Sirius, I would go there and read that wonderful, longer fic. Just be sure to read the warnings!! I hope everyone was somewhat in character, I didn't want it to be too obvious that I was submitting a Marauders fic for class :T Also so bummed I couldn't sneak Remus into the plot as well but I had a word count limit :((( In other news, I have no clue when, but I do have a loooong Jegulus and Wolfstar fic in the works. It won't be posted for a long time, I don't think, but keep your eye out for that!! I promise, it has so much more going on than this silly little one shot. please do not repost my fics or translate without my approval! i only post my content on this tumblr and on the linked ao3 -- anything else is not me :)) rb's are appreciated!!

-moon <3

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siineko · 2 years

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Heeyy I love your stories so for your ask gane:) I'd love if you answer these for Emma and Kira🥰

pepto-bismol, hot water bottle, ice cream, greasy spoon, hold my hair back, belly rub, carsick

Ah! Thank you, and of course I’ll answer! Also a few have been actually answered before, but that was awhile ago, so I’ll answer them again :D

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Pepto-Bismol Kira: She often forgets to think about it, but will usually things like ginger-ale if she actually thinks about it and has it around. Emma: Honestly, Emma has no idea what to do about them usually, and will try mainly jut laying down to wait it out.

Hot Water Bottle

Kira: She’s far more comfortable when she has her partner around with her. Emma: As stated above, in their opinion, trying to just lay down/nap works the best for them.

Ice Cream

Kira: Truthfully, a lot of things, generally. She has a generally sensitive stomach, and quite a few things set her off, especially spice. Emma: They don’t have much of a problem with specific foods, really. She’s felt sick after eating before, but those were mainly instances of someone cooking something wrong, or them feeling a bit off even before eating.

Greasy Spoon

Kira: Although it depends, she usually *avoids* a lot of junk food, seeing as she already has a weak stomach, and excessive amounts of grease/etc. make her feel sick. She will, however, eat junk if her friends also are, as she doesn’t want to be left out, which often leads to her giving herself an upset stomach. Emma: Typically, they are fine with it, unless they have plans to get into a vehicle afterwards (More below in another question)

Hold my Hair Back

Kira: She would absolutely want to be with her partner when she’s ill. Her partner always seems to have ways to make her feel better- or at least make her time being ill not feel as terrible. Emma: They are... conflicted about it. On one hand, they’d love to have a partner, perhaps a cute girl to rub her poor tummy when she feels sick, but on the other hand- They don’t like looking weak in front of others, and wouldn’t want their friends/potential partner to “feel stuck helping them”.

Belly Rub

Kira: Its rare that Rio actually gets sick themselves, but when they do, Kira is sure to be there! After all, they are always so attentive to her needs, and so Kira is more than happy to do the same for them. She may be a bit awkward about it, and will definitely hover until physically told to go away/chill, but she definitely means the best! (Even if helping ends up getting her sick later) Emma: I mean... Emma is single. If they did have a partner, they would *try* to help, but probably wouldn’t know what to do. Plus, Emma is the kind of person where other people puking makes them *also* feel queasy, so though they’d *like* to help, they’d probably end up making more of a mess than it would have been if only their partner was sick.

Carsick

Kira: Typically, no. I mean, if she already ate something that upset her stomach, or was already ill in general, the motion sure wouldn’t help, but she doesn’t typically get motion sick. Emma: Oh absolutely. They can handle short trips, while medicated, and not full of food- but long trips? No meds? They WILL puke. They will try to hold back as long as they can, resorting to shifting themselves around, and even trying to just press their hand over her mouth, but will eventually cave and hope that someone in the car has a bag, or can at least pull over occasionally for them to puke.

#ask #Siin's OCs #emetophilia

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hannahsmusings · 7 months

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Renee

*Maddy was one of Renee’s assistants, not usually the one to travel with her, but I knew her the best out of everyone who had talked to Anthony the past few days so I was trying to give him the best rundown of who Renee was, and plus, he was easy on the eyes and I loved flirting with attractive men* *I took a bite of his homemade banana pudding, letting out a moan like sigh at the flavor* God, you’ve got the job based on this and this alone. Banana pudding is Renee’s weakness. She doesn’t have many and I could be fired for saying she had any, but I’ve seen that girl take down a tub of banana pudding from a bakery downtown and this tastes almost identical. I think you’ve got it in the bag, babe. *she winked at Anthony, feeling they had a good flirty back and forth going, loving to watch him work* *my eyes widen as my phone pings, alerting me that the censor camera out front had picked up movement, seeing a black SUV pull up the driveway, alerting that Renee had arrived home* Oh shit, the boss is here. Get ready. *I throw Anthony a ‘hope this works!’ Look before hopping off the barstool and making my way over to the front door to greet her, the rest of the staff in the house bustling to make sure everything looked perfect since Renee had been away traveling for nearly a week*

*to say I was in a bad mood was an understatement, having spent my entire Uber ride back home on the phone with my so-called boyfriend, Tom, arguing about the fact that he was supposed to pick me up and unsurprisingly he had let me down yet again, my mood always souring whenever he didn’t show up since he promised time and time again that he would be better, plus I hated flying, always had a pretty bad anxiety about it but kept it to myself, always getting motion sick on flights as well, so my all around mood was low* *I thank the driver kindly, hopping out of the car, busy typing away on my phone as my assistant grabbed my bags, walking into my house and smiling a bit as I spot Maddy, us being pretty good friends* *I hug her, walking through the house towards the kitchen as she fills me in on everything, walking into the kitchen and not even noticing the random man in my kitchen, walking past the island that he was standing behind and going straight to the fridge and opening it, pulling out a water bottle and cracking it open, not noticing him until I closed the fridge door and spotted him* Oh… hello. You’re new. *I was a bit irked that there was a random - albeit, attractive - man here, not dressed in my usual nice attire, just in my casual plane clothes, glancing over at Maddy in slight confusion*

Oh, Renee, this is Anthony! He’s your new chef! *I smile towards her but it falters a bit when she just stares back before her eyes were glancing back over at him, taking in his appearance, swallowing a bit since hiring Anthony was a last ditch effort, all of theist chefs were mainly women so it was a big difference to hire a young and attractive man, her eyes raking over his appearance and obviously taking him in, not saying much, my stomach filling with dread at the thought that her boss hated this man I hired*

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*relaxes at the sighs and moans when they taste the banana pudding, it being a recipe I was proud of and that bringing a smile to my face, still having that niggling uncertainty about impressing the you as they were all fawning pretty obviously over me, used to this as I used to be a bartender before I worked in kitchens and attention from women was something I dealt with constantly, it making it difficult to trust their judgement as I didn’t know whether they were just flirting but leaning into it anyway* If only you were the one I had to impress, I’d say I’ve done pretty well. *shoots her a smile but it not being my usual charming smirk as I was so determined to impress you, hands clenching and jaw tensing as I stand straighter when Maddy announces you were home* *I pictured a tall, severe looking woman, bracing myself a little as I smooth my chef dress shirt and wrap the black apron around my waist, washing my hands I stand next to the island* *when the door opens my head lifts, immediately glancing over you in surprise, furrowing my brow a little as you were so petite, and younger than I expected, not being able to see your face as you were looking at your phone but the moment you looked up to look at Maddy I was completely caught off guard* *your profile, your features full and soft and so warm, not understanding how someone so pretty could be described as harsh, there wasn’t anything harsh about your softness, your curves, the comfort clothes, a little staggered by the realisation you were totally gorgeous, blinking my eyes slowly in confusion* *the longer I looked the more I settled on how attractive you were, having not prepared myself and now reeling a little as I watch you walk to the fridge, realising how our height differed the closer you got and forcing myself to not linger on that fact* *breath hitches as you stop and finally notice me, my earlier assessment of you only magnifying as you look up at me with those big brown eyes, feeling the pull to step forwards, despite your assessing look you couldn’t hide the emotion and deepness of your eyes, you already fascinating me* Hi. *murmurs, voice a little thick before clearing my throat and stepping forward with arm outstretched as Maddy introduces me* Anthony. But you can call me Ant. *my hand remained there to shake yours, large and strong as I tower over you, sensing you were sussing me out and just offering you a bright grin, determined to win you over as there was nothing scary about you right now, you look cosy and adorable and my confidence soared as I had this in the bag*

#renee plot

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 3)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Warnings: underage drinking, mild swearing, mentions of drugs

Words count: 2k (it’s short but the next part is long)

Part Summary: As the night dwindles away, JJ feels pressured to secure a place in your life. His chances grow times ten when Sarah arrives with some interesting news.

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You and JJ share a log around the fire. His arm rests over your thigh, his hand gripping your knee slightly. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you two exchange whisper back and forth, making the Pogues sick with how lovey-dovey you two already are becoming.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” JJ asks, kinda hoping he could ask you for real date but he’ll understand if you already have plans.

“Hanging out with you,” you cheekily answer, earning a blushing grin from him.

“Oh! cool, cool...” He presses his lips together with a faint laugh, finding it hard to hide his childish grin.

You giggle at his bashfulness. He’s so shy around you and you can’t help but find it adorable.

"Here comes Sarah!" Kiara announces as he spots their friend's car rolling up the drive.

You and JJ finally break your hype-focused attention away from each other. Almost to make up for the lack of verbal communication, JJ shifts closer to you and plants a quick peck to your temple.

"Hey! Sorry for the delay!" Sarah announces as she walks over from her car. John B rises from his position, trying to intercept Sarah before she sees you and JJ. Once she reaches John B, she notices how you and JJ are sitting. Her brows scrunch together, but she does her best to mask her confusion. "My parents were having a hissy fit about me borrowing the car. I told them and Y/N's parents that we were staying the night at Kiara's since she doesn't feel well. I hope that's okay, Kie," she asks as she gets closer to the bonfire.

"Yeah, no problem!" Kiara waves her hand, not caring at all.

"Wait, so what's the game plan?" You ask Sarah, but also everyone else for their input. You're thankful for the group's help, but weren't exactly prepared for an overnight stay. You understand why Sarah did this nonetheless.

"You all can stay here tonight," John B shrugs as the Pogues do it all the time.

"Your parents believed it," Sarah assures you. "I would just text your parents to help it seem more legit."

"Okay! I'll text my mom," you comply with enthusiasm.

Hey, I told Sarah to tell you but in case she didn't, we're staying over at Kiara's tonight. I had to drive her home in her dad's car because we think she got food poisoning or something. I'll text you when I'm heading out in the morning. Sarah can drive me home or something :)

"Finally! It'll be nice not being the only girl! I was kinda hoping you and Sarah would stay over anyway," Kiara adds, offering you a kind smile.

"That makes two of us," JJ whispers for only you to hear.

"My folks were pretty pissed about me ditching on the party, so I feel no urge on going home," Sarah huffs, right as John B asks for her to help him inside real quick.

You and JJ watch as John B escorts Sarah inside by the arm. They try to be nonchalant, but it's so obvious they're freaking out. Sarah's whispers aren't exactly quiet and John B's doing his best to fill her in on what he knows.

JJ turns his face toward yours with a smirk, suppressing his laughter. "They're definitely talking about us."

"Oh for sure!" You nod slowly with a snicker.

You two share in your amusement as your friends slowly lose their minds. A Pogue from The Cut was caught kissing the Princess of the OBX. If your friends from the other side of the island found out they would have an even more dramatic reaction.

Your phone buzzes in your lap and it's from your mom.

Ok. Text me when you wake up.

"All set!" You voice to everyone remaining around the fire. "I doubt they'll even care since "I'm still on the Figure 8,” you make air quotes.

"Yay!" Kiara claps her hands.

"I say we watch a scary movie tonight!" JJ suggests beside you.

"The Conjuring!" You vote swiftly, earning a laugh from JJ.

"No!" Pope instantly refuses. "Nope! Last time we watched that you guys made me sleep on the porch and I heard creeks all night!"

"Aw, I'll stay with you tonight Pope," Kiara offers, reaching for her friend's hand with a pout. "I'll keep you safe from all the ghosties."

JJ leans in brushes his lips against your ear. "You gonna keep me safe?"

You smile softly, turning your head toward him as you nod slowly. "I'll have your back if you have mine."

His beautiful eyes meet yours in the gold flickering light of the fire. "Always, Baby." He plants a kiss to your lips, this time slow and comforting, as though you two have been doing it forever.

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All six of you are gathered in the living room, watching The Conjuring. John B and JJ insisted that all lights in the house must be off, much to Pope's dismay. Kiara and Pope are positioned on the carpet, their backs against the couch. Pope has been hiding in a ball with his face behind the blanket he shares with Kiara. Sarah and John B are sprawled comfortably on the couch, well invested in the movie. You and JJ share the old red recliner, tucked close in a ball under a comforter. Right before the movie starts to get interesting, you shift forward in your position. JJ whines, disappointed in the loss of contact. His pouty face makes you giggle and he playfully tries to keep you close by holding onto your wrist.

"I need another drink, anyone else?" You offer quietly, making sure not to step on Kiara or Pope on the floor on the way to the kitchen. You receive various forms of declines as you do your best to navigate your way through the dark and unfamiliar house.

Finally finding yourself in the kitchen, you make yourself a glass of water. The moonlight shining through the window over the sink acts as your saving grace. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms slip around your waist, causing you to jump.

"Hey, Gorgeous," the blonde whispers against your neck.

"JJ!" You gasp your heart racing.

"Did I scare you?" He chuckles quietly to not alert the others.

You spin in his hold and nudge him on the shoulder playfully. "You did that on purpose!"

"Not really but-" In one swift motion, JJ picks up and places you on the counter. He parts your legs to stand between them. His palms glide up and down your thighs. "That I did mean to do," he smirks, biting down on his lip.

"JJ! Y/N! You're going to miss the wardrobe part!" Pope shouts, his voice shaky with fear.

"I wish I had spoken to you sooner," JJ confesses abruptly, completely his friend in the next room. All he cares about right now is you.

"Dido," you smirk, placing your arms over JJ's shoulders.

"Really?" He voices in disbelief. Despite how much you've reassured him or have reciprocated his affections, he still isn't convinced that you truly like him.

"That first time I saw you at the Cameron's?" You recall with raised brows. "Um, yeah! You looked hot in that pale green Ron Jon shirt."

"I can't believe you remember that," he shakes his head, leaning in closer to you. I thought there was no way you'd know who I am."

"JJ," you say his name in a mild groan with a toss of your head. How can this boy not see how amazing he is? "You're definitely worth remembering."

"It was at the Boneyard," he states a matter-of-factly.

"What was?" You grin.

"The first time I ever saw you," he tilts his head back slightly, relieving his sharp jawline. "You were dancing with Topper on the wall. The fire made your skin glow and shimmer like bronze. You wore a navy blue bikini with ripped white booty shorts. Your hair was half up and all I could think about was how much I wanted to run my fingers through it. You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," he tells you, never once breaking eye contact.

"That was last summer!" You can't believe he remembers that.

"I know," he replies as though it's completely ordinary.

Your jaw drops, "you're saying you've been waiting to talk to me for a year?!"

"Okay well, when you put it that way," he tries to play it off and be cool now.

"Aw JJ!" You express a little too excitedly, bringing your hands to his cheeks.

JJ is quick to press his hand over your mouth. "Shh, Baby. Before you alert everyone in the living room!" Mischievously, you plant a kiss on his palm, catching him off guard. JJ swallows hard, peering down at you with hooded eyes. "Okay, now you're just teasing me."

You place your hand over his and remove it from your mouth. "You make it too easy," you giggle in a whisper.

JJ simply stares down at your lips as he bites down on his own. Before you have a chance to react, he hungrily presses his lips to yours. Ever kiss up until now has been gentle, new, and hesitant. Now, JJ is forgetting his nerves and is acting on impulse. He breaks away from you and moves his assault to your neck. You comb your fingers through his thick blonde hair, gripping the strands on the back of his neck.

"JJ," you pant breathlessly as your eyes fall shut. "What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time," he breathes against your neck. I'm really kicking myself right now."

"It's my fault too," you try to speak as JJ makes a track down your neck to your collarbone. "I could've at least said 'hi' instead of smiling like an idiot."

"At least you were nice," JJ mumbles against your chest. "I was a statue. Plus, I always thought you and Rafe may be-"

"Ew! Don't even finish that sentence," you scoff in disgusts.

"You were always at the Cameron's. He's always on top of you and watches you like a hawk," JJ explains as he pops up for air.

"He's had a thing for me for a while now. I've turned him down," you inform him.

JJ frowns in confusion. "Why?"

You figured it would've been obvious, especially considering how much JJ hates Rafe. "He's an arrogant ass. He thinks he's invincible and I hate people like that."

"Well, you can tell him you're taken now," JJ grins, leaning in to kiss you.

"Oh, I am?" You question playfully against his lips.

"Yep," the boy nods as he begins to glide his lips across your jawline. "You're mine... and only mine..." He whispers, making you bite your lip with anticipation. Boy, this kid knows how to get you turned on. "I'll make sure everyone in the OBX knows it too," he declares as he starts to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck. At the rate JJ is going, he's certain to leave a mark or two, just as he wanted.

"You guys!" Kiara calls this time.

JJ huffs with annoyance as he appears out from your neck. "Coming!" He shouts, completely unfazed by what he was just doing. "Got you're so sexy," he plants a quick peck to your lips. "I hope you know I'm going to be dying through this entire movie."

Ever the gentleman, he grips your waist and helps you down from the counter. He slips his hand into yours and grabs your water with the other before leading the way back into the living room.

"She couldn't find the sodas in the fridge. I had to grab a new box from the back," he conjures up as you two cross the living room toward the recliner.

"Sureee," John B and Sarah say in unison with amusement.

"Sorry guys, what did we miss?" You ask while you and JJ get settled.

After you take a quick sip from your water, you place it on the side table between the recliner and the couch before getting comfortable again with JJ.

"Nice water, Y/N." Sarah giggles as she peaks over from the couch at your hand, earning an eye roll from JJ.

"The crazy demon lady jumped on the daughter. I hate this!" Pope rushes out to answer your question.

"Oh my God! You're fine, Pope!" Kiara groans, not hiding her annoyance.

"I wish it wasn't so dark in here!" Pope shouts dramatically.

"I kinda like it," JJ purrs in your ear.

You turn your head to the side and he plants a kiss on your lips. As the others watch the movie, you and JJ spend most of the time whispering back and forth or too caught up in each other physically to talk at all. Of course, you two are respectful of your friends and keep it PG. Yet, you can't get enough of each other. It's all so soon, energetic, and freeing. As the thought of tomorrow morning lingers in the back of your mind, you’re starting to dread the idea of parting from JJ.

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Tags: @starkeythinker @bethii1 @thegunnerkelly @cc13723things

#jj maybank fic #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank fluff #jj #john b routledge #sarah cameron #rafe obx #pope #kiara #topper obx #obx jj #obx #obx fanfiction #outterbanks #outer banks #topper outer banks

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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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Haikyuu!! Boys as Bad Dad moments

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou and Numai

**These are ways they “failed” as fathers. I am not talking about ACTUALLY failing as fathers, just things dads have done that most of us either remember/get told about NOT TO BE TAKEN S E R I O U S L Y it is just for f u n I also gave them all at least 2 kids cause SibLiNgS**

A ‘*’ means it happened to me lol

TW- Mentions of giving too much medicine, accidental pain caused to child, these are things I either experienced/knew people who experienced them, allusion to cursing/a FEW bad words (but I substitute a letter for something else :)

*Akaashi Keiji:

He had been working in his office when his son had come in.

You had been putting your newborn to sleep for a nap when your son decided he wanted to be with his dad.

His son was only 3, so when Akaashi was held up in his office editing his son, Kenji, would sometimes come in and plop himself in Akaashi’s lap.

His sons small feel padded on the floor while he made his way to his father, softly tugging on his pants as he stuck his arms up.

Akaashi smiled and softly chuckled before gently picking up his son from under his arms and placing him on his lap.

He got to work soon after, reading and revising the pages.

Other than having his son on his lap it wasn’t unusual for him to be drinking coffee while working.

Keep in mind, your son had inherited a lot from Akaashi, and not just his looks or personality.

But also his habits.

Because of this, your son was very fidgety, usually toying with a string or your fingers.

That meant he tended to move around a lot.

Akaashi had just lifted his not-so-cold coffee to his lips when his son had made a sudden movement, causing him to knock his arm and, “AHH” Akaashi’s eyes snapped open as his son started crying, cursing under his breath he stood up gently holding his son in his arms as he carried him to the bathroom.

Sitting him down on the counter he dried the coffee off of his son, luckily it hadn’t been hot enough to burn him, but it was still hot enough to hurt.

“What happened? I heard crying, is he okay?” Akaashi sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, he’s okay, he bumped my arm and I spilled my coffee on him. He’s okay! It didn’t burn him, but it did hurt...” Your frowned as you stood in front of your son, giving him a soft smile before kissing his arm, cause kisses always make it feel better~

You carefully picked him up from the counter, rocking him slowly side to side as he burrowed into your shoulder.

“Are you okay little man~” He nodded as he sniffled into your shoulder, little hands clutching onto the fabric of your t-shirt.

“You know daddy didn’t mean it, it was an accident.” He nodded again, lifting his head to rub his eyes and reach out for his dad.

Akaashi gave a wobbly smile before reaching over to grab him, kissing the top of his head as he carried him back to his office, making sure to have some iced coffee instead.

Washio Tatsuki:

This would be the first time Washio was left alone with the twins.

5 months ago, you and your husband had had your first children, your adorable fraternal twins Natsuki and Tatsuo.

Today would be the first day you would be away from them, but with your mother being sick and you being the only one available to take care of her you had to go.

You weren’t too worried about your husband, he was already a good dad so you had no doubt they were in good hands.

But it was never an enjoyable experience to have to leave your kids, especially your babies, and for the first time.

So, you decided to leave early in the morning, give them their good morning kisses and head over to your parents house.

Before you left you changed their diapers, letting them play in their little play pen while your husband tried to get up.

Rubbing his eyes Washio walked into the play room.

He had to go to the gym today for a meeting, fortunately EJP had a really good daycare system in the stadium, so he could leave his kids there while he attended the short meeting.

He stopped in his tracks as his face blanched and he felt his breath stop.

You had changed the twins’ diapers...but you hadn’t dressed them.

The twins were still young, so without looking at their, uh, biological differences you couldn’t tell them apart....

Now, usually when this happened you guys would just check the diapers, but you had just done them..

And he was already running a bit late.

So, he made his best guess, got them dressed (one in pink, the other in blue), fed and in the car driving them to the stadium.

Once he got there he quickly dropped them off, rushing to his meeting.

The meeting had been fairly simple, just some pre-season info he’d need.

After chatting with his coach/teammates, and stopping Suna and Komori from pulling a prank, he made his way back to the daycare.

He walked into the building when one of the younger care takers, Yui, walked up to him, One twin in each arm.

He smiled as he carefully put them into their carriers.

“Uhm, just a question...” He looked up to her and motioned for her to continue.

“...Were you aware that Tatsuo was wearing the dress?” Washio sighed as he ran a hand down his face shaking his head. Yui light heartedly smiled, “Don’t worry, we switched them.” Thanking them, he picked up his babies and went home.

He was not prepared for the way you cackled when he told you what happened.

*Konoha Akinori:

You had gone away for a business trip, leaving your husband Konoha home with your 3 kids. (You guys have 2 girls and a boy)

Your middlest child, your son Akira, had recently come down with a cold making the poor thing miserable when he tried to sleep.

Being the good dad that he is, he gave his son some benadryl!

The next morning he woke up, and after letting his kids sleep in for a little bit he woke them up too.

...two of them.

He tried several times to get his son to leave his bed, but the little kid couldn’t so much as swing one foot over the side of his bed with out falling asleep again.

He didn’t think too much of it, the kid had a cold after all.

So he let him sleep for another hour or so before making him get up for real.

A day later you got home, and everything was pretty much normal.

Until you went to put your son to bed, and realized he had crashed on the couch.

“...Uhm, Akinori?” Your husband lifted his head at your voice, setting the dishes in the sink and drying his hands with a towel as he made his way over to you.

“Yeah babe?” You took a look over towards your son before looking back to your husband.

“...Has Akira been like that all weekend?” Konoha ran his hand through his hair as he sighed. “No, only since Saturday. He wasn’t feeling good so I gave him some benadryl, he’s been dead to the world since.” You slowly nodded.

“Uhm, Akinori?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “How much benadryl did you give him?”

He left to grab the box, coming back with it in his hand as he continued to look at it.

He shook his head in confusion. “I gave him the amount the box said, 1 teasp-”- He paused.

Uh oh.

He in fact, had not given his son a teaspoon of benadryl.

He had given him a tablespoon.

*Kita Shinsuke:

You had to leave early one morning for a doctors appointment; you were pregnant with you and Kita’s second child.

Usually for these appointments Kita’s grandmother would watch your 3 year old daughter Kyoka.

But she had something to do that morning so Kita was the one responsible for getting her ready for preschool.

Kita was a good father so you weren’t worried.

You knew she would be put together, fed, and on time.

There was just one thing you couldn’t account for.

“Daddy?” Kita looked away from the mirror he was shaving in and down to his daughter, washing away the traces of shaving cream. “Yes sweetheart?”

She held out her small hand, 2 bright pink hair ties with little butterfly charms on them held out in her palm.

“Can you do my piggy tails please?” His eyes widened.

He hadn’t done hair...like...ever.

But from the puppy eyes his little princess was giving him, how could he not do it?!

Plus, it couldn’t be that hard...right? I mean, he had watched you do it plenty of times, and it was pretty straight forward.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he had her stand on the ground in front of him.

He grabbed her brush and put the two hair ties she had given him on his wrist.

He brushed her hair and parted it as evenly as he could, trying to be gentle in the process.

Now time for the pig tails..

He pulled her hair back, trying to make it tight to it would stay.

...But he might have made it a little too tight.

He turned her around and realized he had made them way too tight.

Not only did her hair look like he had slicked it back with x4 strength hair gel, but it was so tight that her eyebrows had been stuck way up on her forehead.

He was quick to turn her back around, loosening the hair ties so she looks like a 3 year old again.

His face turned undeniably red as he told you what happened later that night, you light heartedly laughing at his misfortune.

Suna Rintaro:

Suna had just gotten out of practice, and now he was on the way to his kids school.

You and Suna had 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls.

The youngest 2 had a doctor’s appointment earlier that day, which you had taken them too. Meaning Suna needed to pick the older 2 up from elementary school.

He had been listening to music, his music to be specific.

He had pulled into the parking lot, changing the playlist to a kid friendly one right before his children got in the car.

After they had told him about their days, and he had told about his, he switched back on the music.

It had been fine for a song.

Until he realized that he had a few songs qued.

The fun little song had just ended when the bass dropped, the color draining from his face as soon as the song started.

The mentioned song being “Big Bank” by YG, 2 Chainz, Big Sean and Nicki Minaj of course~.

He was quick to turn the radio off, waiting until he could pull over, empty the que, and turn on kid friendly music.

He told the kids to ‘forget what they heard’ and he continued on his drive home.

Now, you’ve got to remember, his daughter is in kindergarten and his son is in 2nd grade, so they’re still kind of at that “monkey see, monkey do” age range.

Or rather, “monkey hear, monkey repeat.”

He thought it was gonna be okay, they were good kids so he figured telling them to forget they even heard it, they would let it go.

There was just one thing about his children that he didn’t account for.

As obedient and well behaved as his children were, they were also very curious.

That night at dinner they had all been sat down at the table, eating dinner and talking about their days.

You had been feeding your infant son while Suna had been watching the 3 year old, the other 2 older children happily eating their food. Until...

“Hey mommy?” You looked at your daughter with a smile, “Yes baby?” She continued to eat her dinner, “What’s a b!tch?” Your eyes widened as your husband choked on his food, your baby laughing at the scene before him.

Hitting his chest and taking a sip of water Suna tried to catch his breath.

“Nezuko we don’t say that, where did you hear that?!” She tilted her head as she looked at you confused before turning to look at Suna, pointing a small finger at him.

“It was on the radio, daddy told us to ‘forget’ but I didn’t know what it meant...What does it mean?” You sent a glare towards your husband as you sighed.

After explaining to your daughter why it was bad to say those things and not to repeat everything she heard you cleaned up your kids and put them to bed.

...You had quite the conversation with your husband later that night.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Ushijima had been on grocery duty this week since you had a meeting with a friend.

He had the Friday off, and since you weren’t home he took the kids with him.

Now, I would like you to know that you guys have 6 kids. S I X.

Growing up with no siblings and divorced parents, Ushijima wanted to make sure none of his kids were lonely.

Originally you guys had two, each kid had a buddy.

...but then you had a third, and you couldn’t just leave him alone...

so you had another...then another...

And now you guys have 6. But it’s okay cause you both love kids anyway~

He was doing his best, he truly was. He had his 2 youngest sitting in the little seat by the handle bar, 2 kids in the basket, 1 hanging onto the side and the oldest walking alongside him.

When they got to check out he had to take one of the kids out of the basket, so he opted for his 3rd oldest, his son Kazue, figuring he was older so it’d be a-okay.

He checked out his extensive amount of groceries before loading them up into his car, and his kids.

He pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and got on the road, his kids singing along to the radio and chatting amongst themselves.

They had been driving for 6 minutes when his oldest child, Ren, spoke up. “Uh, dad?” He hummed, briefly checking the rear view mirror before returning his gaze to the road. “When are we going back to get Kazue?” His face lost all color as his eyes widened.

As swiftly and safely as he could he pulled over to the side of the road, whipping around in his seat to take a head count. ‘1..2..3..4..5...oh sh-’ Turning back around he got back onto the road, taking the nearest u-turn and rushing back to the store.

Unbuckling his kids from their carseats he hurried them back into the store, his oldest holding the 2nd borns hand, as he held all 3 of the younger ones in his arms.

He frantically entered the store, almost collapsing with relief when he saw his son sat at the customer service desk with the security guard, eating a lollipop before smiling when he saw his dad come to pick him up.

After giving proof that yes, he was his father, he took all of his kids back home after getting them some ice cream.

...this would be one conversation he was not excited to have with you....

Yahaba Shigeru:

Yahaba and his 2 sons had been hanging out in the living room while you finished making some snacks in the kitchen.

Yahaba had been trying to set up a DVD player, you guys were going to watch some home-videos from your high school days but they were all on CD.

So, after borrowing one from his parents house, he set out to hook it up to the TV.

...Which was proving much more difficult then he first anticipated.

His two boys, Itsuki (6) and Hayato (8) were in there with him, ‘helping’ as they had called it.

Yahaba groaned as he sat back, a hand ruffling through his hair as he racked his brain to think of the problem.

You had finished preparing everything so you came in, with the food, and set it down on the coffee table.

You came up behind your husband, kneeling down behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s it going?” He sighed, leaning back into you.

“Well, I think I know what I need to do, I’m going to have to stick my hand back there though. Hey Hayato, can you help me out buddy?” The 8 year old excitedly nodded.

“Great, I need you to hold this flashlight here, hold it steady okay?” Hayato nodded with a ‘Yup!’ before Yahaba laid down on his side, maneuvering to where he could see the back of the TV.

All had been going well, he had just got it hooked up, and after having you test it, it worked!

He tried to get himself out from behind the TV, until a sharp edge caught his finger.

“Sh!t!” Your eyes widened, “Shigeru!” He hadn’t realized his slip up until he was out from behind the TV, faced directly with your glare.

“Kids, don’t say that.” His youngest blinked at him. “But why?”.

Kneeling down in front of him Yahaba tried to explain, but it was a little hard when you were glaring holes into the back of his head and his oldest was giggling at the situation.

*Iwaizumi Hajime:

It was a weekend in summer vacation, and you and your husband were both off work.

This meant, you guys got a whole day to spend with your 3 boys, and one of the things you guys loved to do as a family was play games.

On this particular afternoon, your sons had chosen to play twister.

You were a little skeptical because you had 3 competitive, rambunctious boys.

And an equally competitive rambunctious husband.

But after getting 4 identical pouts you couldn’t say no...

But, you elected to be the spinner. (..for your own safety)

“Left hand, green.” This put your middlest son in quite the predicament.

The only space available was the Green directly by his fathers hand, meaning he’d have to crawl under Iwaizumi.

“Okay Hajime, right hand, yellow.” Iwaizumi grimaced as he tried to reach it.

This wasn’t good, the mat was slick, his hands were sweating-

“oOf” Before he could catch himself he had completely lost his balance, landing right on his son.

You gasped in horror as you saw the life get squeezed out of your 5 year old, scrambling from where you sat to check on your now pancaked son.

“...Hiro..are you okay..?”

His small head shot up with a “I’m okay!” Before he, albeit wearily, stood up brushing off his godzilla t-shirt before continuing on with his life.

You took a deep breath as you sat back down, flashing a warning look towards your husband who sheepishly smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

And after checking that yes, your son really was okay, you guys continued on with some...safer games.

Futakuchi Kenji:

You had left for a weekend visit to see your parents in your hometown, leaving your husband and Your 3 girls alone.

It was a friday night, so after having a less than healthy dinner, ice cream and a fair amount of other sweets, Futakuchi figured a movie before bed would be a good way to finish off the night.

He scrolled through netflix trying to find a movie he could watch with his girls.

“Daddy, can we watch snow white?!” Futakuchi looked down at his oldest, Hayami, before he shrugged. “Sure.”

He may be a guy, but he was not above watching princess movies if it meant his babies were happy. Besides, it was a disney movie, what bad could be in it!

Everything was going swell, until the witch showed up.

He felt the sick feeling of dread in his stomach as soon as he felt his middlest curl in tight to his side, his youngest hopping off of the couch and climbing into his lap.

...Disney SHOULD have been a safe bet, but with the way his 3 girls were clinging onto him for dear life, he probably should have previewed it first..

That night he put them to bed, reading them a quick story before giving them each a kiss on their forehead and tucking them into bed.

15 minutes.

15 minutes of almost sleep when he heard you guys’ bedroom door creak open, 3 sets of little feet pad over to his side of the bed.

“...daddy..?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened them, brown eyes meeting the teary ones of his 3 children as they stood there. Speaking in as soft of a voice as he could he tried not to sound as tired as he knew he was.

“What is it munchkin?” His daughters all fidgeted where they stood, fiddling with the hems of their princess night gowns as they stood there.

“...We’re scared...can we sleep with you..?” Knowing he wouldn’t be able to get them to sleep like you could, and being incredibly tired himself he moved to the side, opening the covers and making room for all 3 of his princesses.

...This was going to be a long night for him..

Daishou Suguru:

Daishou had been playing outside with his kids, his 2 year old son Kento and his 5 year old daughter Shizuko.

His son was sat on his shoulders, one of Daishou’s hands wrapped firmly around the boys ankles while the other pushed his daughter on the swing.

You had been inside getting dinner ready while they had been outside; smiling fondly at the smiles that were plastered on their faces.

When dinner had finished you walked to the sliding glass door, opening it and calling to them. “Dinners ready! Come inside and wash up so we can eat.” Your daughter and husband replied with ‘okay!’ as you went back to get plates.

Slowing down the swing Daishou brought it to a stop so Skizuko could safely get off.

In all honesty, he was a good dad.

He was very mindful of his children and their surroundings, so they didn’t get hurt too often.

He was also very careful not to accidentally hurt them.

But accidents happen.

Walking to the back door, he, somehow either forgot or the thought didn’t register in his mind that his son was still perched on his shoulders.

He didn’t remember until a loud *whack!* was heard, and his sons cries sounded above him.

..He had tried going inside, through the door, with his son on his shoulders.

Bringing him down from his shoulders he quickly brought him inside to set him down on the counter, you almost screaming when you saw the bruise forming on his little forehead.

“Ah-wha-how- SUGURU! What happened?!”

Groaning Daishou gently put a small ice pack on his sons head, “...He whacked his head on the door frame...” You looked at him, “And how did he do that?”

Daishou sighed as he looked down, grimacing at the purple mark already present on his sons head.

...For the next few nights the couch became a good friend of his.

Numai Kazuma:

Today was your son, Kazuya’s birthday. Today he would be turning 1.

Kazuya was the first, and so far only child you had with your husband of 3 years Kazuma Numai.

You and Numai were still learning how to be parents, and it had been an interesting journey to say the least, but you guys were doing good!

Your relatives and friends had just left, leaving you, Kazuma and your son.

It was pretty late so you started cleaning up in the kitchen and Numai started in the living room.

Kazuya had been pretty fussy, you both figuring he was tired, but when you tried to put him to sleep he wouldn’t even close his eyes.

So, deciding it’d be best to get it out of the way Numai held Kazuya as he was cleaning.

Things had been going just fine before Kazuya had reached out to grab at something on a nearby book shelf, causing the book shelf to start tipping over.

At that moment the only thing going through Numai’s mind was ‘stop the book shelf’, because at the moment, getting his son and him crushed by a bookshelf seemed like a very bad thing.

But what he hadn’t thought of was the fact that reflexively he had used both of his arms to stop said shelf (which didn’t even fall), the same two arms that had been holding his- “WAAAHH”

His eyes snapped down to the BABY he had just let go of, now crying on the floor.

You rushed into the living room, seeing your husband now cradling your still crying son, whispering apologies into his hair as he kissed the top of his head.

“Kazuma what happened?”

He avoided eye contact.

“...Kazuma...” Looking down he spoke.

“...I dropped him...”

...

“...you what?”

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Truth - Maddy Perez

Synopsis;

Maddy, during a party, was dared to pull quite the mean trick on you, who everyone seems to know had liked Maddy. What comes to follow certainly isn’t that of happy endings.

Warnings: Language. ANGST.

Words: 1,243 (if only the 3 and 4 were switched lmao)

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Reader. Maddy Perez x Nate Jacobs.

(A/N: Here’s part 2 to Dare. I’m definitely doing a part 3 ‘cause I’m feeling iffy with how this ended. Plus I have ideas to where I can take this now.)

Part 1: Dare

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After the embarrassment at the party during the weekend, you unfortunately still had to attend school today. You kept your head down in shame as you pass through the doors, not brave enough to meet anybody’s eye. It felt odd, being surrounded by so many people after isolating yourself from everyone for a few days.

As you walked along the hallways, heading towards the history class for first period, Maddy had her gaze set upon you. She felt a pang of guilt inside of her as she watched your form. She had only done the dare because Nate had roped her into the game. They had only recently gotten back together so she wanted to keep him happy.

The whole school had known of your feelings towards the girl and it appeared they had taken that knowledge and twisted it to fit into their sick game of Truth or Dare.

Maddy wouldn’t dare to speak of how she truly felt about you, especially when Nate is involved. Nate can become...violent when showing his possessive side and she knew that he would somehow hurt you as well as her if he even remotely felt he was losing Maddy to someone like you.

But Maddy’s secretive side stays as it implies. Secretive.

Oh how she wished she could go up to you, apologise and confess how she truly felt but this isn’t the same sodding game that was played Friday, this was real shit with real consequences which she couldn’t afford to go through.

Maddy inwardly sighed as to not raise suspicion with her boyfriend whom is placed beside her by her locker. She collected what she needed, closed her locker quickly and headed to class, hand in hand with Nate.

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You had gone through most of the day without many issues. The old look you received from your peers, in pity or amusement, were a less frequent occurrence than you had imagined they be which shocked you.

That changed once lunch time rolled around.

You made your way into the cafeteria like usual although more reserved, and sat at your usual table. You were halfway through your food when the large space had suddenly fell silent. Curious, you looked up and noticed Maddy heading towards you, just like that Friday at the party, a more sympathetic and sombre expression across her features this time.

“Hey. Can we talk?” If it wasn’t for the deathly quiet room, you’re almost certain you wouldn’t have heard her.

You scoffed. “Not really in the fucking mood for conversating, Perez.” She had slightly flinch at the use of her surname being spat out with a venomous tone.

Maddy regained her composure and exuded confidence as she spoke. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer Y/N.”

You sighed as you realised the truth behind her words. If Maddy Perez was anything, it’s stubborn. You pushed your half empty tray forward as you stood up and made quick haste picking up your bag.

She turned on her heel and strutted towards the exit of the cafeteria with great speed, you trailing behind. Just by the silence that still remained, you knew all eyes were on the both of you as you walked.

She had led you towards the parking lot and towards her car. Maddy unlocked her vehicle and motioned for you to get in. You inwardly groaned as you rounded the car to the passengers side and climbed in. You situated yourself on to the passenger seat, body slightly turned, ready for Maddy to speak as tries to get comfortable herself.

Maddy finally broke the silence as she angled her body to face you. “I’m sorry. About Friday. It was a real dick move and I knew I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it would have fucked with you like that but I still went through with it and I’m sorry.”

You sat there silently, processing her words for what felt like hours but in actuality were only minutes. You sighed out before you looked her in the eye. “You never used to be like this, Mads. Ever since you started dating Nate, you’ve become this colossal bitch and I really fucking hate that. And I think you do too.”

Before she could utter a single word, you continued. “When I realised I liked you, it was before you changed into...this.” You motioned towards her with your hand. “I tried stopping whatever the fuck it was I was feeling for you but it didn’t fucking work. You were really fucking nice before Nate, Mads. It pissed me off to realise you changed so much for one prick who, by the way, does not treat you right.”

“I get it, okay! And I’m sorry! I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N.” Maddy exclaimed loudly, trying to show that she understands. You scoffed yet again at the words the girl spoke.

“I don’t think you do get it, not really. Shit, I was in love with you! What you did Friday was seriously fucked up! When everyone found out I liked you, I had so much shit off of people! I was even threatened by Nate when that shit came out, don’t you understand that?!” By this point, you were enraged at how the girl had made you feel. You noticed the steady flow of tears from her eyes and felt the build up of your own.

“I hate you, Maddy Perez.”

Those words wounded her to no end. Maddy had felt like she had been punched in the chest by Mike Tyson on repeat. Her heart had felt like it turned into fragile glass that had instantly shattered.

“You don’t mean that! You don’t mean that, Y/N!” She had began to sob as she shook her head vigorously, denying the existence of that hurtful sentence as much as she could muster.

Maddy quickly grabbed your face surged herself forward whilst pulling you towards her, crashing your lips together. You quickly broke away from her. “What the actual fuck, Maddy?!” You looked at her in surprise, anger and, much to Maddy’s dismay, disgust. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?! What? Do you enjoy fucking with my head? HUH?!”

You had wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, harshly cleaning your lips of her gloss mixed with tears. You swung the door open and quickly scrambled to get out. Maddy pleaded with you as you exited her car but her pleas fell upon deaf ears. You refused to listen.

After she watched your form leave the parking lot and heading for the main gates through her blurred vision, Maddy released a guttural scream as she wailed in anguish over pushing you so far that you had eventually left.

Forcing herself to calm down, Maddy decided that she couldn’t go back in. Typing a quick text to Nate with trembling hands, she placed her phone on to her lap and began to drive home.

‘not feeling too great rn, heading home. speak later xx’

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Nate looked down at his phone and his jaw clenched. He would have believed her if he hadn’t witnessed the whole ordeal between his girlfriend and yourself. He was pissed but he knew how to work the situation in his favour.

He believed Maddy was made solely for him and him alone. He wasn’t going to share and he wasn’t going to play fair.

No one snatches what’s his and gets away with it.

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I mean, Idek what to say about this

It could definitively be both better and worse. Y’all got to remember that I only started writing fics at the end of November PLUS I’m juggling this with college lmao

Anyway, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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wonderlandluvr · 2 years

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May I Have This Dance?

- Mac & Daisy oneshot

When she moved to bayside, she never thought her life would consist of dating a class clown and being friends with a reality tv star. But here she was, helping to plan her first prom with Lexi, and possibly her last. Lexi had broken the news to them just two days ago that she got a tv deal in Paris. The deal was for a reality show of trying to create the perfect fashion influencer along side Lisa.

Daisy was on a mission to create the perfect prom for her and her friends, especially now that it would probably be the last thing they did all together. She started preparations immediately, and first on her agenda was to pick a theme. She saw Mac come up next to her but didn’t look up from the notebook she was scribbling ideas in. He put his arm around her and kissed her cheek before looking down at the notebook.

“Whatcha doin?”

“Prom ideas. It has to be perfect.”

“With you in charge? It will be.”

“Any ideas for the theme?”

“Hmmm.” Then, Mac took the notebook out of her hands and laid it in her locker before covering her eyes with both hands.

“Okay, close your eyes and tell me the prom night you’ve always dreamed of.”

Daisy thought for a second before starting.

“I always dreamt of having the perfect dress. The perfect date. It’s classy, fancy maybe, lots of black and white decor. Those cute twinkly lights that make the whole place look like a fairy tale.”

He grinned and took his hands off her eyes.

“Sounds to me like a starlit evening.”

She smiled at him.

“Bless you and your rich classy heart. I knew I could trust you to see my vision.”

“I see it very clearly.”

Daisy picked her notebook back up and added some other books on top.

“I have a student council meeting, I’ll see you later?”

Mac smiled, “See you later.”

Now, he realized, it was time for his most important ‘scheme’ yet.

The perfect promposal for Daisy.

A couple weeks later Mac was ready to put his plan into action. He spotted Daisy at her locker and walked up to her, hugging her from behind.

She looked over his shoulder at him and smiled.

“Hey you. What’s up?”

“Welllll, are you busy right this second?”

“No, I don’t thi- crap. Yes, actually I am. I have a prom committee meeting. Can we meet up after?”

“Yeah, of course.”

She frowned a little. “I promise. After the meeting- i’m all yours.”

To be fair, she stuck to her promise. However after the meeting, she fell asleep on Macs shoulder while a movie in her living room.

Mac was a little disappointed but he couldn’t even bring himself to be too upset he didn’t ask her to prom. They had a good night, they’d spent time together, and he was happy.

God, for once- Mac was really, really happy. So he figured, just try tomorrow.

Tomorrow came, and to his surprise- Daisy was nowhere to be found. Which is how he found himself marching up to Aisha’s locker.

“Where’s Daisy?”

“She said she’d call you, but she probably fell back asleep. She’s at home- woke up sick.”

“Is she alone?”

“Uh, yeah as far as I know. Her brothers at school and her mom and abuela both had work today.”

Mac frowned before tossing his backpack back over his shoulder and walking right back out of the doors and right to his car.

The drive to her house wasn’t awful, it gave him time to think up a new game plan. His plan? Stay with Daisy until she feels better then when she comes back to school, he’ll put his plan into motion. He walks up the steps to her front door before knocking.

Daisy answers the door in one of Mac’s Bayside hoodies and pajama pants, and he can’t help but smile at that.

“Mac… you have school.”

“You’re more important than school!”

“That’s not true, plus I like you too much to let you attendance suffer!”

“I was gonna skip anyways, just let me take care of you.”

The look on her face said she wanted to argue, but she caved instead.

“If you get sick, i’m not to blame. I tried to send you home.”

“Just go lay on the couch and get some rest, yeah?”

She frowned at him. “You’re not gonna lay with me?”

“I will, as soon as you’ve eaten. Now go get comfy.”

And for once, the most stubborn person he’s ever met actually listened. So, he got into the kitchen and acclimated with where everything was- he made her some chicken noodle soup. Then, he realized he had no clue if she even liked chicken noodle soup. Just in case, he also made her a grilled cheese and put a couple of crackers on a plate for her before taking it into the living room.

He sat the food on the table in front of her and sat down next to her. “Voila!”

She looked at him with the biggest smile on her face. “You cooked for me?”

“Of course I did.”

“Mac Morris, you amaze me everyday.”

After she’d eaten they laid down on the couch to watch a movie, and she fell asleep laying on him maybe ten minutes in. 3 came around and her mom came walking in the door from work.

“Mija, why is Ma-“

“Shhh! Sorry Miss Jiménez but she just fell asleep.”

“Oh.” She looked at him and she almost looked, delighted? “You took care of her today?”

“Yes, I’ve been with her since this morning. I hope you don’t mind because I know I didn’t run it pass you first but-“

“Mac- it’s okay. Thanks for staying with her.”

As Daisy predicted, the next day Mac was home sick. It took her first two periods of begging but she finally convinced Lexi to take her to Mac’s house. She hopped out of Lexi’s car and briefly thanked her before running up and knocking on Mac’s door. Mac answered in his pjs and looked shocked she was there.

“Dais? Why aren’t you at school??”

“You’re sick.”

“Yes… and?”

“And, i’m taking care of you!”

“But your attendance-“

“Just shut your pretty mouth and let me in Mac.”

“As you wish.”

He stepped aside and let her in. Granted, Kelly had made him plenty of soup before she left- but Daisy did have one idea.

After some minutes in the kitchen she walked into Mac’s room and handed him a mug. “What’s this?”

“It’s my abuelas special tea. She always makes it for me when I’m sick so I thought you might enjoy it.”

“Wow.. thank you.”

Later on, they were laying down watching one of the shows Mac likes when he looks over at her.

“Thank you for this, and the tea. No girl has ever done something like this for me.”

“Well, get used to it. Because I like you, a lot.”

“It’s nice. They always want something from me. And you don’t.”

They took another nap after that, but this time they were a lot more cuddled up, and if you asked either of them? They’d tell you it’s the best they’d slept in months.

Friday was a blur of classes and meetings and errands to run for Daisy. She hadn’t found a moment to breathe all day and Lexi was no help. Yes, she loves Lexi- but it’s hard when she was in Daisy’s ear about a promposal.

“Lexi, prom is in a week! He has time to ask me. And if he doesn’t, he doesn’t! It’ll be fine.”

Just then Mac facetimed Lexi, simply to talk to Daisy.

“Hey! Are we still on for lunch?”

“Ye-“

“NOPE!” Lexi interrupted Daisy mid-sentence. “Sorry but there’s just too much work to do!”

Daisy frowned and looked up at Lexi briefly before looking back down at the phone.

“I’m sorry Mac.”

“All good overachiever, I’ll see you later.”

After they hung up the phone Mac banged his head against the picnic table. He was convinced at this point he’d never get to ask her to the dance.

Saturday morning came and went , but Mac and Daisy hadn’t talked all day. It wasn’t from lack of trying or lack of desire, but she’d been busy all morning.

That evening, everyone gathered at The Max and piled into a booth. But Mac noticed one absence and it weighed on his mind more than he’d like to admit.

“Does anyone know where Daisy is?”

Lexi spoke first, “She’s in total work mode. She’s still at the school, refused to come with us.”

Mac saw an opportunity and excused himself from the table. He quickly ordered some take-out and made his way out of The Max. He made a quick stop before pulling into the school. He sat in his car for a while before he saw the last of the lights flip off and rushes out of his car.

He’s standing in front of the doors when she finally exits the school.

“Mac? What are you doing here?”

“Well, you’ve worked really hard to make this prom perfect for everyone else. And I really want to make it perfect for you. So, I got you some daisies. I hope they wake you smile the way my daisy makes me smile.”

She grinned at him with a glimmer in her eyes.

“Daisy, will you go to prom with me?”

She didn’t answer at first, just kissed him. Which he took as a yes- but then she pulled away grinning.

“Yeah. I’ll go to prom with you.”

#daisy jiménez #saved by the bell reboot #mac and daisy #macanddaisy #daisy x mac #mac x daisy #maisy #saved by the bell #sbtbedit #oneshot #fanfic #sbtb #prom #drabble

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flower-slut004 · 3 years

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I’m Not Helping You Make A Love Potion

Summary: Benny asks YN to help him make a potion.

Warning: possible angst, Rory being Rory, Reader being a tease and cocky, as well as Benny being hopelessly in love maybe him being yandere if you squint and tilt your head.

“Listen, I’ll buy you anything your little evil heart desires” Benny begged as he sat down next to YN at lunch. Yn looked up from her notebook. “Anything?” she asks raising her eyebrow. Benny glanced at her lips and licked his before looking back up with a nod. “Yeah anything”

The witch leans over and rests her hand on his knee. Benny sucked in his breath and looked at her “I want..” she whispers as she leans over “For you to take no as an answer” she pushes him off the chair and goes back to her notebook.

“YN!” Benny whined “Dude come on, please” he begged getting up. “Nope, last time you tried getting a girls attention you made Pet Sematary into a movie” she flipped a page. “Yeah but hey, Diana came back” Benny tapped his head. “That rabbit bit the quarterbacks nose off, that was not my Diana” She reminded him.

“Listen here YN LN-“ Benny was cut off by the witch’s glare that sent chills down his body. “I mean YN buddy old pal” he stammers. “Just help me with this love potion and I’ll never ask for anything else” he compromised. “I’m not helping you make a love potion Benny” she snaps. “It’s dangerous and unpredictable” she stands up.

“I know your clumsy Benny but I know damn well you’re not stupid, don’t ask again or I will turn your insides out that even your grandmother wouldn’t be able to put you back” She poked his chest as she left the table.

Benny sighs as he watches her leave with a heavy heart. “There goes that plan...” he scratches his neck. “Please tell me you weren’t trying to get YN to help you make a love potion so you could just use it on her” Ethan cringes as he walks over with Sarah and Roy.

“What... no... I was asking her for help so she can... help me.... make cookies for the valentines dance” Benny felt proud of his excuse. “Hey Benny?” Sarah asks which Benny turns to her. “Yeah?” he lifts an eyebrow. “It’s March” she answers back. “I... I knew that” Benny made a face.

“So? Cookies are cookies no matter the occasion” Roy shrugs. “WAIT CAN YOU MAKE ONES WITH BLOOD FILLING” He breaks into a wide grin not caring his voice had risen. “He means fake blood as in strawberry filling” Ethan explains to the group of students passing with concerned looks.

“Shut up Roy, and Benny it’s not right you giving YN a love potion.” Sarah explains “I can’t believe i’m saying this but you’re a great guy and if YN doesn’t see it then, oh well” she clasps her hands.

Benny sighs as he drops his head “I know I know... it’s just... she actually understands me you know? She’s a witch, she likes star wars, she helps me with my grandma, her smile is so bright it can blow up the Death Star, her hair smells like oranges, her eyes twinkle when she learns a new spell, she once helped me build Millennium Falcon-“ Benny was cut off from his list by Ethan “She helped you what-“

Sarah hit Ethan across the head “Not the point nerd, the point is that I really really like YN and I want her to like me back” Benny looks at the trio. “I don’t think I could show my face again to her if she finds out”. Roy looked at Benny with a confused expression then gasped “I forgot something!” he whispers before leaving everyone confused.

YN was walking to her car when a gust of wind appeared in front of her “Hey YN wanna help me make cookies? I wanna put blood in them” Roy nodded happily. “Erm.. would it help with the cravings or is this just for fun” she raises her eyebrows. “Both” he shrugs. Yn pressed her lips as she thought “I guess...” she mumbles adjusting her book bag.

“Great! let’s go!” Roy grabbed her arm “Wait no Roy-“ the witch was cut off by Roy zooming them out of the parking lot and into the Weir’s kitchen. “Why are we here?” the girl asks fixing her hair. “Benny said that you didn’t wanna make cookies with him, so I thought why not make cookies with me!” Roy opened his arms.” Plus we need some special ingredients”

YN gave a blank stare “I’m sorry what?” Roy’s arms flopped down and he huffed “Benny was upset after you left, Something about you not liking him,him really liking you, and then cookies.” he waves off as he looks for the ingredients. YN froze in place after catching on.

Benny Weir... likes me. The young witch thoughts. Oh my God he likes me ! She squealed in her head. Keep it cool keep it cool LN. “You’re right Roy, I didn’t wanna make cookies with Benny. I wanted to make them with you” she smirks as she comes up with a plan. “Awesome, uh... what’s this?” Roy asks holding up cookie cutters “That my bloodsucker, is a cookie cutter”

Later that night was filled with pure chaos especially when Roy found out he can eat raw cookie dough without getting sick. Using her powers, YN cleaned up the kitchen before anyone got home and left for the boys to deal with Roy.

Later that day the cunning witch puts her plan into motion. She smirked as she looked at the faux love potion in her hand and shook it around to make it more believable. “Here goes nothing” she fixes her hair one last time before heading out of her car and towards the school.

“How did he even get a key?” Benny asks Ethan as they recall the events of last night which Ethan replies with a shrug. “Weir, got something for you” YN calls out as she walks towards the boys. “Shoo shoo” Benny swats at Ethan, who flicks him off in return.

“Heyy YN... whatcha got there” he nods to her hands behind her back. YN bit her lip as she looked at Benny with a look that made him want to rethink the whole love potion plan. “Couldn’t stop thinking of you last night as I laid in bed Benny” YN walked closer to him.

Benny’s eyes went wide of the thought of YN in her bed hoping what she was talking was what he thought she was talking. “It was very long process but here” YN dangles the love potion in front him.

Benny’s jaw dropped as he reached for it but in return the beautiful witch pushed him against the lockers. “Not so fast BennyBoo. Who’s the chick” she hums as she played with the buttons on his shirt.

“W-what?” Benny stammers as he stares at her beautiful eyes. “The girl who you want so desperately? Her name?” YN grips his t-shirt and brings his face closer to hers. Lips inches apart. “Y-you don’t know her” he whispers staring at her lips.

“I think I do Benny” she gives a playful smirk. Benny looks up at YN and wraps his arms around her waist “You’re not... grossed out?” he asks not knowing if this was some cruel joke.

The sorceress giggled as her nose brushed up against his “Actually i’m turned on by your shyness” Benny felt his face get red. Before another word was said, YN let the fake bottle dropped and wrapped her arms around Bennys neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

For what feel like hours, Benny pulled away “Who told you, was that really a love potion, do you really like me? Why me? Are you sure you’re okay?” he rambled on. Benny’s dream girl giggled “Roy,no, yes, because you’re adorable, and I’m better than okay” she answered back in the same order of his questions.

Benny was about to open his mouth again but was interrupted by her mouth on his. “Shut up you dork and kiss me”

#benny weir #benny weir imagine #my babysitter's a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire #benny weir x reader

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Talking to the Moon [P.P]

Summary: When Peter’s identity is leaked, he is forced to leave you and his old life behind, shattering your heart in the process.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: ANGST, like straight up rip your heart out. Far From Home spoiler (kinda), Endgame spoiler (kinda)

a/n: so if you couldn’t tell this is based off of the song ‘Talking to the Moon’ by Bruno Mars. its a loose interpretation. i’ve been planning an angsty fic like this for a while. angst is my favorite genre of fic, especially when it has a hopeful or fluffy ending. so this one DOES have a hopeful ending and potential for a sequel,, so yuh, enjoy! <3

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Three years, two months, and 14 days. That’s how long it had been since Peter’s identity was leaked. That’s how long it had been since he left you. For good.

Peter had been frantic after that news broadcast aired. He webbed back to the compound immediately, crying the whole way. He was scared for himself, sure, but the fear he felt in the pit of his stomach for May, Ned, MJ, you. That was the reason for his tears now. He could hardly breathe by the time he made it to the compound. Happy, Rhodey, Sam, and Bucky meeting him as he burst through the large floor to wall windows in the main room. The frantic yelling, pleas, and cries coming from the main room were what alerted you to his presence. When you walked in he was a mess. Crying, heaving with anxiety about how scared he was. Peter had always been a sensitive, emotional boy, but he always got over his shit eventually. But this? This, seemed like the end for him.

You ran up to him, shushing him and holding him. Trying to tell him to simply “breathe”. All he could say, over and over again like a mantra was a schloo of “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your heart broke. How could fate be so cruel to the sweetest boy? The one who was the most deserving of all the happiness life could possibly offer. The rest of the team had shown up within the next hour. Happy, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, and Pepper also present. Peter had calmed down slightly, but he knew, he just knew, this was the day he had to say goodbye. He had had this talk with Mr. Stark back when he had stopped his first villain, Vulture. Tony knew the type of sick monsters out there who would love to get their hands on the boy behind the Spider-man mask. He and Peter had developed a plan in the tragic case that Peter’s identity should be released, at least, not on his own terms. Tony’s plan was for Peter to run away. Leave. Take nothing with him but the clothes on his back, and even then burn those clothes the minute he could. Tony knew. He knew these dangers. And worse, he knew the consequences.

May had come to the compound the second she got the call. She knew as well. Peter knew. She knew. Tony, even in his grave, knew. Everyone knew. Everyone but you.

Peter had a getaway car and a destination ready within another hour. He wouldn’t disclose it to anyone. He took you aside, gently stroking your cheek to wipe the hot tears that never seemed to cease. “Hey, hey, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.” He whispered, choking up on every other word, trying to be stronger, just a little stronger, for you. “I have to go now. I’m so so sorry. I love you so much.”

“It’s okay Peter,” You sniffled, pushing his bangs back and giving him a sad smile. “I’ll miss you, but I’ll be here when you get back. Don’t worry.”

Peter’s lips quivered and he heaved another sob. “No, (Y/N). I-I’m not coming back.” You took your hand back as you felt the pressure of tears building behind your eyes.

“W-what? No, this—it’s just temporary. Until we can—Fury and Pepper—We can fix this.” You stuttered anxiously, hoping your words would convince him that this was okay. That everything would be okay.

“We can’t, (Y/N). It’s done.” Peter spoke, his voice hardly making it to a whisper.

“No!” You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to hold him closer. “Please. Please. Please. I-I can’t! You can’t! I—You’re all I have!” You were sobbing uncontrollably now. The weight of the situation finally caving in and crushing your heart and soul. “Please! I’ll do anything, I’ll protect you! Please!”

Your meltdown didn’t help Peter one bit, if anything, seeing how desperate you were to keep hold of him, to just love him; that broke him more. “I’m sorry, please forgive me. Please.”

“How can I? You’re killing me.” You whimpered into his chest, tears soaking through his black sweatshirt. “I can’t— I just— I can’t!”

The whole team heard. No walls were thick enough to block out the heartbroken sobs from the two teenagers in love. Fury was the one to finally bring an end to it. Nobody else having the heart to pry you from each other. Even Fury felt his own stoic exterior cracking.

You were in hysterics, clawing, and grabbing at Peter’s sweatshirt, hair, face, anything you could grab. It didn’t matter if you hurt him at this point, he’d heal. But if he left you, you knew you’d never recover. Fury had put you in a chokehold while yanking you back. Peter just heaved and heaved, his sobs getting louder and his chest getting tighter. May rushed over to him and took his hand, placing his head in her chest.

Fury yanked you back more, but you still refused to quit. Fury released his chokehold, not wanting to do any real damage to you. Right as you were released, Wanda came up behind you and placed her hands on your head, red magic already starting to swirl.

“No, please.” You wheezed, trying to get a fresh breath of air. “He’s all I have.”

Wanda looked at you, tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

Without so much as a flick of her wrist, you were out, descending into darkness.

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Peter left after that. The car taking him away, and you hadn’t seen him since. As the months went on you never really recovered. Never really felt whole again. You just survived. That was all. You went through the motions of everyday life, but never truly felt like you were living. Two weeks after Peter left, May left with Happy. They moved to California, living there ever since as well. They got married last year. You were all invited and everyone went. Everyone but you. You missed May and Happy, but it still hurt. Plus, you were busy anyway. After you graduated high school, you flung yourself into the avenger lifestyle, fully immersing yourself in it. You went on every mission possible. Did all the paperwork you could. You did anything and everything you could to keep yourself busy. Stop yourself from feeling the pain that had stopped feeling like a searing stab and had now turned into a dull ache. A new constant in your life.

Nights were the worst though. The only time you couldn’t be constantly avenging or working yourself to the bone on new suit technology. The only time you had to think and feel. The only thing keeping you going was the hope that Peter was still out there. Somewhere, anywhere, missing you as much as you were missing him. Watching the same moon you watched. Basking in the same sun that shined on you every day. Every horrible, miserable day.

“(Y/N)?” the quiet, soft voice of Pepper breaking you out of your headspace. You hummed a response and looked up at her, waiting for her to continue. “Did you hear what I said?”

“No, sorry.” You responded sheepishly. Pepper’s gaze softened. She took in your lean figure and pale face, eyes seeming to be sunken in from the dark circles. “I was just finishing up this briefing of my last mission.”

“You went alone?” Pepper asked, concern washing over her features.

“It was a simple one. Just took out a mob, was done in like, four hours.”

Pepper sighed. “(Y/N)—”

“Pep, it’s fine. It was so easy, anyone could have done it.” You cut her off, turning back to your laptop, typing away.

“It’s not just that though. It’s all of this. This whole funk you’re in. The same one you’ve been in for years, (Y/N).” Pepper waved her hands around to emphasize her point. “We all see it. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. He wouldn’t want this.”

Your whole demeanor changed. The solemn, yet calm veneer breaking. “It doesn’t matter what he wants, Pepper! I didn’t want this. All I wanted was him. For the rest of my life. Nothing else would matter, as long as I had him to get me through it. But I don’t have him. I have nothing. He was it for me. He—” You sobbed, tears finally running down your face in an uncontrollable waterfall. “I feel like I died. Like I am just a spectator, no longer doing anything of interest to myself.”

Pepper pulled you into her so fast. She was always quick to console you. The months after Peter left she was the only one you could stomach seeing. “It’s okay. I know, shh, I know.” Pepper was tearing up now too. She knew you never got over it. But now seeing with her own eyes how broken you’d really become. The reality hurt. “He’s out there, okay? And it’s going to be okay. He’s okay. We’re okay.”

You just cried. That’s all you could do. The more you tried to talk about it the stronger the urge to cry was. Pepper just hummed and held you. Stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

When you woke up you were in your room. It was dark and the moon was shining through the opened window. You just stared at it, closing your eyes and imagining Peter was staring at it too. The same one. Thinking about you, just like you were thinking about him.

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Another few weeks went by. The same routine, the same empty feeling consistent in your body. Nothing changed. The revelation that you were, in fact, not okay didn’t fix anything. It still hurt. You were still broken.

You were in the training room, sparring with Wanda when the melodic tune of your ringtone rang through the gym, echoing off the walls. You put your hands up in defense to stop Wanda from continuing the match. Wanda whipped her hands around and brought your phone to you in a wisp of red magic.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, wiping your sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand and taking the phone from the air. Wanda nodded and jumped out of the ring to grab her water bottle.

You looked at your phone still ringing, seeing an unfamiliar number, but taking in the location: Budapest, Hungary. You answered the call bringing the phone up to your ear “Hello?” You asked, shifting from one foot to the other waiting for a reply. A beat of silence pasted before you heard a tired, yet all too familiar voice on the other end.

“(Y/N)?”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker angst #marvel #far from home #avengers endgame #endgame #Tom Holland #song inspired #this made me emotional #i cried way harder than i shouldve #sad songs #avengers

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