#HIS FOOTSTEPS LIKE THAT SHIT SLAPS AND THEY ARE ALSO LIKE DONT LIVE FOR OTHERS MORE THAN YOURSELF LIKE POP OFF

[thechillsquid]

CRANE WIVES CRANE WIVES CRANE WIVES WOOOOOOO

I really wish more people talked about the crane wives

[hotwings0203]

HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

[xsarcasticwriterx]

Young God-Part 1

Summary: Your power isn't even a power its simply words. You can understand people, get into their head and know them better than anyone all willingly on their end. This made you useful to the avengers when villains came and you could understand and fix them. When this is asked to be done to loki you cant help but fall for the god the more you get to know him.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warning: Swearing, Loki being loki,angst

Notes: Ok lemme just start of saying loki isn't going to be...nice in the beginning of this i got the idea off of joker and harley quinn's relationship and slightly silence of the lambs so do with that what you will now i adore loki so he won't be a dick the whole time just yea someone getting into loki's head? he isn't too chill with that.

You walked down the stairs leading to the dungeon where the god was locked away ready for you to speak to. you heard the mocking laughs and sarcastic remarks made as you passed the cells.” “hey mortal lemme get a taste” he said thrust to you. you flipped him off not looking at him and passing on by. seeing the god laying on the couch reading a book you walked through the boundaries placed stepping before him. Odin had given you a pill, said it would allow you past the wall of an hour and only you. “hello” he said reading his book still. “apologies for my fellow inmates they can be quiet rude” he said with a small smirk.

“ironic coming from a man with the nickname silver tongue” you said sitting down on a chair in front of him. he placed down his book “oh doll there's more to that nickname” he said with a wink. you simply rolled your eyes in response. you had been told loki was like this. “anyways why are you here” he asked sitting up turning to you “did odin send you to make sure im behaving?” he asked with a snarky tone

You made a mental note of his hatred for odin, though from your interactions with the man you slightly understood that. “i'm here to speak to you” is all you said. loki scoffed “you doll are a horrible liar” he said with a smirk. He stood up and walked around you almost scanning you. “what's the real reason your here?” he asked behind you. “truly i am here to talk to you” you repeated with a straight face and shrug. “then talk” he said bending down right in front of your face. his breath ghosting over your face and his long wavy hair falling in his face. “your a god you live for years on end tell me loki, how old are you?” you asked. loki gave a smile before standing “my age? that's what you came for?” he huffed. “ill answer your questions if you answer mine” he said in return

you turned around facing him “i don't answer questions” you said with a shrug “oh come on doctor i know your other patients didn't just comply with your questioning” he said with a smirk. he was always smiling or smirking, never a true smile something to show planning, no not planning, anger? no not anger. hurt? yes thats it hes hurt and hides it with his devilish smile. to throw you off to push you away. make you fear him over wanting to know him.

Now the new question was how did he know you were a doctor. well you may not be an official doctor but you were one of sorts. You had been in college to get a phycology degree until fury swept you up making you work for him. you tilted your head alarming the god you were lost on his accusation. “oh dear as you said i am a god you don't think i could fall for your tricks and lies like the others did you?” he asked walking to you “doll only i make the tricks here” he said holding your jaw. “now we play by my rules” he said with another smile. “stop” you said. his smile widened “stop smiling” you said. you saw a hint of confusion wash over before it was erased with another smirk “why doll?” he asked. “because its a lie” you said. loki's face became serious “you talk of lies yet you wouldn't tell me why your here” he said walking around the room.

“Fine i'm here to evaluate you” you said simply “now will you answer my questions?” you asked. “I have been just not the ones you want the answer to.” he replied. “agree to my terms and ill be more than willing to answer you” he said with a sarcastic smile “i ask the questions not you” you replied. he shrugged laying back down reading his book again. you only had an hour with him so you had no choice but to comply with his rules or you'll get nowhere but you also didn't want the god to think he could just boss you around and throw a fit.

you shrugged picking up your bag walking out of the room. “1,054″ you said blankly. you turned confused “my age” he said still reading. you nodded walking back in “one question” you said sitting down. he smirked still looking at the book but not reading it “well start simple. name?” he asked. “y/n” you replied. “y/n....mmm now y/n why are you here?” he asked sitting up. “to evalu-” you started to say before he cut you off “why are you here?” he asked “were not doing this loki i said one question” you said standing back up. your hour was almost over. “what happened doctor don't like a taste of your own medicine?” he asked with a dark smile. “why do you do that? smile so much?” you asked. “you tell me you said it was a lie which means you've made your own deductions of it so tell me doc why do i smile so much?” he asked tilting his head.

“to make people uncomfortable. they see you smile this mischievous smile a smile that they expect from the god of mischief. you become what people expect of you so they stay away now why you push people you don't know away i'm not quiet sure on but i assume it has something to do with your spite for odin” you said simply. loki gave a wide smile standing up “well well well doc, you are utterly” he said behind you getting close to your ear “wrong” he said simply straightening backup. “now you well i do have so many things to say about you” he said moving in front of you. “you evaluate people thinking you know everything about them so much more than they know themself, from body language to words to the crime they commited. but i my dear am simply a king who deserved a throne and would fight for it” he said sitting back down “hours up doll better leave before your trapped in here” he said looking at you with another smile. 

Walking back up you felt unnerved. the god had a weird aura to him like he could read your mind. granted he may actually be able to in which case you need to be more careful about such things. you walked to your room feeling empty and drained. you fell back on the bed rubbing your face. the odinsons had given you your own quarters while you stayed there. there was  knock on the door and you groaned “its open” you replied and the door opened revealing yet another god, a kinder one. Thor walked over sitting next to you “how was loki?” he asked. “loki was....exactly how yall described him” you sighed. thor griminced he hoped his brother would behave “did you get anything out of him?” he asked. “just his age which is useless it was more a test to see if he'd comply with me. think he got more out of me than i of him” you said looking up at thor. 

“give him time. my brother can be...difficult but your a legend at this so you should do well it may take longer than usual but you'll get it” thor said cheerfully. you gave a small smile. you wanted to believe that you truly did but honestly you weren't sure. “loki sure is a strange guy” you said sitting up “Well he's not a guy hes a god such as i and he was raised by my mother” he said to you.

“get some rest i bet you'll do much better tomorrow” he said with a smile walking out. you sighed and changed, laying bed you felt sleep take over. 

you stood in a black room seeing your parents smiling faces “mom? dad? you said with a smile. you started to run to them before blood dripped from there eyes and they slowly faded away. you stepped back feeling empty once again. you heard a chuckle and turned seeing loki laugh and roll his eyes before vanishing too

You awoke with a small scream and your heart racing. you were drenched in sweat and tears streamed down your face. once you calmed you growled launching up from bed and walking down to the dungeon storming past the assholes shouting crude things at you. you stood at loki's cell banging on the wall “hey asshole” you said blatantly. “well hello to you too doll isnt this a shocker” he said with another smile god how you wanted to slap that smile off his face “shut up” you said. loki sat up looking at you “well what can i do for you?” he asked. “your not supposed to have you powers in here” you said with a stern face

loki tilted his head in mock confusion “why i don't” he said voice dripping in sarcastic hurt as if offended by such accusations. “don't lie you bastard! You were in my head i know it you know it so let's just both know it” you yelled at him. His smile widened “ok darling but see i do have one question left unanswered. how did your parents die?” he asked stepping to the glass. “they didn't it was simply a nightmare” you groaned. 

“no no see people who dream of the death unprompted feel pain,sadness,fear they try to stop it you well you felt nothing you just...stood there” he said looking down at you. “so how was it they died?” he asked. “if you can get in my head then you sure as shit know” you said looking down at the floor. you really did not want to speak of it.

“of course i do doll but i want to hear you say it” he said leaning on the glass. “i will not play into your game” you said storming off “you still hear it dont you? their screams” he said. “i do” he said after

you turned “pardon?” you asked walking back to him. “have a nice night darling” he said smiling walking back to his couch. “but you said-” you were cut off by the sounds of footsteps “oi you are not to be down here madam” the man said walking to you “oh yes sorry i must have sleep walked” you replied walking upstairs back to your bed.

laying down your head felt as if it was spinning. This was going to be an interesting roller coaster wasn't it.

[whumpupthejam]

He’s Out There

//tw: kidnapping, home invasion, stalking

Marcus’s hands are still shaking. They need to stop shaking. He can’t get the key to fit into the lock of his apartment door. Damn it, that’s the wrong key. What’s wrong with him? The jingling of metal is too loud in the otherwise silent night as he attempts to find the right one.

Not being able to stop himself as his panic rises, he looks back at the parking lot, eyes scanning the rows of vehicles belonging to his neighbors. Every shadow seems to deepen and darken as his eyes dart back and forth. They catch movement and his breath hitches, but it’s only Mrs. Allret walking her chihuahua, Diane. Nothing strange. Nothing unexpected for a Thursday night. But he can feel the eyes on him, same as he had in the grocery store. His flesh hasn’t stopped crawling since he first noticed the man staring at him from the end of the bread aisle. Everywhere he went in the store, the man’s dark eyes had followed. Is it stupid to think that the man might’ve followed him home? Somehow, Marcus is certain that he did—that he’s still watching him right now from some shadowed place that he can’t see.

“Fuck, fuck!” Marcus growls when he drops his keys. He hasn’t been standing in front of his door for more than twenty seconds, but it feels like twenty minutes, grocery bags weighing heavily on his wrists. Crouching as best he can, he grabs the keys and finally unlocks the door, still in that position. He half-crawls through the door, kicking it shut behind him. The groceries remain on the floor as he spins around to re-lock the door as quickly as possible.

He stays there for a moment, kneeling just inside, panting. As he slaps himself lightly on the cheek to pull himself out of it, he chuckles. This whole reaction was enormously stupid. Sure, that guy at the store was a freaking creep, but why would he follow Marcus home? And anyway, even if he did, it would be pointless. Marcus has nothing worth stealing. His apartment is modest at best, and he doesn’t even have enough furniture to fill it—he doesn’t even have a couch! He’s a college dropout. He eats 99¢ noodles for almost every meal. The only reason he was able to go on a more substantial shopping trip tonight was that his cousin finally paid him for when he dog-sat for her three weeks ago.

No, the only thing worth stealing might be his TV, or his laptop. His TV, the man can have if he wants it. It’s old and the audio stopped working last week. The laptop isn’t in too bad of shape, but it’s hardly something that Marcus thinks would make him the target of theft. There are plenty of other people in his complex with much more to offer than he does.

And if the man doesn’t want to steal from him, then he hardly knows what other reason he would have to follow him home. He doesn’t have any enemies. He doesn’t think he owes anyone any money other than Caleb, and his best friend is hardly going to put out a hit on him for thirty bucks.

It’s completely stupid to be so scared of some guy who was probably just acting weird ‘cause he was high or something. He didn’t follow Marcus home. He would’ve had no reason to. Even so, as Marcus stands up and grabs the dropped bags from the floor, the prickly feeling in his stomach doesn’t go away.

He turns on some music as he puts away his food, and sings along, hoping it will put him at ease. It does. He almost forgets about the man from the store until he sees someone cross quickly in front of his living room window. It’s just a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, but it was unmistakably a person. The blinds are drawn up like they always are. His building backs up to the woods, so there’s no reason anyone should be back there, especially at this time of night. He never feels the need to have the blinds down. Until now, that is.

He takes a shaky breath and turns to finish putting away his groceries. Maybe it was a late-night jogger after all—he doesn’t know that it’s a crazy man. As he puts the last item—a carton of eggs—in the fridge, there is a moment of silence as one song ends and another has not yet begun. Marcus can hear the sound of something moving in the bushes outside the window.

“Fuck,” he says, barely above a whisper.

He quickly shuts off the music and walks tentatively up to the glass. Nothing can be seen in the blackness except for the small bushes beneath the window, and the wall of trees a little ways off in front of him. He can’t get a very good view of the surrounding areas from behind the glass. Briefly, he wonders if he should step out onto the back porch, but quickly decides that that would be the most idiotic thing he could possibly do. Marcus is about to turn back to the kitchen when he notices something that makes his heart stop.

Just to the right of his window, obscured in shadow and almost hidden by the bushes, is the obvious shape of a person crouching down, watching him. He stumbles back as if he’s been shot in the chest, scrambling across the floor to hide behind the kitchen island. The shaking is back, and he can’t catch his breath. His heart is beating painfully against the inside of his chest.

He’s out there.

He doesn’t have to see the person clearly to know it’s him. He just knows.

With fingers that almost appear to be in spasm, he grabs his phone and begins typing out a message to his friend Jake, who happens to live in his building on the second floor.

>are ypy home?

>*you

Usually, Jake is pretty good about responding if he’s available, but two minutes pass and the message is still unread. Marcus presses the ‘call’ icon and puts the phone to his ear. It rings. It keeps ringing.

“Your call has been forwarde—” Marcus doesn’t let the robotic voice finish.

He tries again.

“Your call—”

He lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a groan of frustration.

>pls man, tgeres someone outside

>you can call me a pussy I dont care. i’m scared.

>I think he followsd me home

He knows he’s making typos, but his hands are shaking so badly that he can’t do anything about it. Another couple of minutes passes. Marcus can’t bring himself to look around the corner of the island. He just sits with his back pressed against it, staring at his reflection in the oven door. He looks pathetic.

He almost jumps out of his skin when his phone buzzes. It’s Jake.

<Sorry, bud. out with Kass and her friends. pretty wasted. won’t be home tonight.

What? That’s it?

He presses the ‘call’ icon again. It rings.

“Hello?” Jake sounds mildly pissed as he answers. He also, admittedly, does sound wasted. Marcus can hear it in his voice.

“Jake, I’m sorry, but I’m telling you, some guy followed me home from the store, and I think he’s watching me through my window right now.”

“So? Close the window.”

“Jake!”

“Sorry. Sure you’re not seeing things, Marc? Hell, I see things all the time,” Jake slurs, chuckling slightly.

Marcus shakes his head in aggravation. “Dude, stop being an ass, you know I don’t make a big deal about this stuff.” He can’t keep his voice from wobbling. “Please, Jake, help me.”

The line is silent for a minute. “Sorry, Marc. I can tell you’re actually scared, and I’m being a dick. I wish I could help you out right now, but I’m across town and I can’t drive.”

Marcus squeezes his eyes shut. He’s out there right now. He keeps thinking. He’s out there.

“Have you called the police?” Jake asks when Marcus doesn’t respond.

“No.”

“I think you should. Hang up with me and call them right now.” Jake sounds so levelheaded when he says that. Almost like he’s not drunk at all.

“Ok, I will.” Marcus rubs his eyes.

“Call me or text me after you do.”

“I—” Marcus is cut off by a sound from the bedroom. He is frozen as he strains his ears.

It sounds... it sounds like a window sliding open.

Shit, shit, shit, fuck. He opened that window earlier. Did he forget to lock it when he closed it?

Marcus can’t move. He can’t breathe. His eyes are wide, his body trembling.

There are footsteps, causing the hardwood to creak.

He’s inside.

“Marc? Y’ok? Marc?” Jake’s voice on the phone sounds like it’s coming from miles away.

It’s strange, Marcus thinks, to hear someone moving around in the apartment so carefreely, as if they’re supposed to be there. When they’re not.

What should he do? Should he try to sneak away? Should he stand up and confront him—tell him to get the fuck out? Should he just wait to be found? What will happen? What does the man want?

Marcus hears the man enter the living room and he holds his breath. Jake is still trying to talk to him on the phone. He hangs up. There’s silence for a second. The man must just be standing in the middle of the room. Doing what? Looking for him? Listening?

A shiver runs downs Marcus’s already trembling spine and he shifts unintentionally. The wood creaks softly. Apparently that was what the man was waiting for. His footsteps are quick and loud as he crosses the distance to the kitchen island. Marcus doesn’t have time to think before his leg is yanked, his body forcefully dragged out from behind the counter so that he’s on his back staring up at his attacker, who straddles his hips in a flash.

Marcus has always felt too small, too weak. Even when he finally reached a height in high school that was declared by his doctor to be “completely average,” he never felt like his body mass was anywhere near proportional. His recent diet hasn’t helped matters.

This makes it nearly impossible for him to fight back against this man, who seems to be about 250 pounds of pure muscle, and who is painfully crushing his hips under his body. That doesn’t stop him from trying, though. He pushes with all his strength against the man’s arms which are trying to come down to his face. He doesn’t know what the man is trying to do, he just knows that he can’t let him do it. They struggle for a moment before the man gets a good grip on Marcus’s wrists, and holds them out of the way long enough to deliver a shocking blow to Marcus’s face with the back of his hand. The boy’s head snaps to the side with the force of it. It dazes him.

Marcus blinks, groaning softly as a cloth is pressed over his nose and mouth. The last thing he’s aware of is a sweet scent that at once feels both familiar and foreign. It’s something like a mix between chlorine and red wine, he thinks. His eyes grow too heavy, and he falls asleep.

~~~~~

Shit, Marcus thinks as he wakes up, I shouldn’t have drunk so much last night.

His head is killing him, and he can’t even remember the details of the previous evening, so he knows it must have been wild. Jake must’ve convinced him to come out.

Wait.

He did talk to Jake last night, but it was on the phone, wasn’t it? He called him about something.

Marcus rubs his eyes and finally opens them. Then it all hits him. The store. The man. The window. The phone call. The struggle.

Panic sets in as he realizes that he is not in his room. He is not in his bed as he had assumed when he first woke up. As he squints in the dark, he can see that the room he is in is rather small and made up entirely of concrete, with only a single metallic door on the far wall. The “bed” he is on is nothing more than a dirty mattress. His hands are shackled to a chain, which tethers him to the wall and gives him almost no slack to be able to move.

He’s trapped. The man took him. Why? What the fuck is happening?

The door opens suddenly and the shock of the light sends daggers into his eyes. He shields them as best he can in his shoulder.

When he is finally able to squint back at the person who just entered, he realizes that it’s him. The man is tall and buff, and he has his arms crossed over his chest. Marcus can really only see his silhouette, and it bothers him that he can’t see his face. He can’t see those dark eyes, can’t see what they’re intending.

“It’s so nice to see you awake,” The man says. His voice is low, but not quite as low as Marcus had expected. “Does your head hurt?”

After a moment of hesitation, Marcus nods uncertainly. As his eyes adjust to the light, he sees the man smile, nodding his head as well. It disconcerts Marcus and he shifts slightly on the mattress.

“You did very well, much better than I was expecting,” The man says as he walks forward casually. He notices the look of confusion on Marcus’s face and smiles again. “Last night. Yes, you struggled a bit, but I enjoyed that. It was just enough to be exciting. And you calmed right down when I hit you.” The man crouches down in front of Marcus, and reaches out to press on the bruise caused by his hand the night before.

Marcus twists, pulling his face away as much as possible. “You drugged me!” he defends. It made his stomach twist to hear the man say that he “calmed right down,” as if it was a conscious decision.

The man ignores his statement, his dark eyes studying the boy’s face intently. “Did your father used to hit you?” He suddenly asks.

Marcus’s eyebrows furrow. The man just chuckles.

“I think you are going to be one of my most entertaining projects yet,” he muses, standing up.

“Projects?” Marcus is disturbed by the word. The man looks at him for a moment, smiling slightly, but he says nothing. It becomes too much. “What do you want from me? Why did you do this?” Marcus bursts. “Money? I have none. Neither does my family, if that’s what you’re hoping. You saw my apartment, I have nothing. I think you must have the wrong person.” he surprises himself with how much he’s able to get out before he becomes too nervous again.

He is surprised further by the man letting out a hearty laugh. “Yes, I suppose I do have the wrong person, in a way. And yet, in another way, I don’t.” Marcus must look confused again. “Ah, well, I suppose before this really gets started I can give you some answers. It’ll be better, really. This did, in fact, start out being about money. You see, an acquaintance of mine is also an acquaintance of a friend of yours, Jacob Settler. He lives in your building.”

Marcus’s eyes go wide. Jake? What does he have to do with this?

“Your friend Jacob owes my acquaintance quite a bit of money. I’m blurry on the details, but it seems he borrowed money for surgery for his sister, or something of that nature.”

Jake did tell him about having a sister who had been sick, but Marcus thought that was years ago.

“Well, the arrangement was that dear Jacob would pay my acquaintance back with interest. No documents were signed, of course. My acquaintance... well, let’s just say not everything he does is above table. Obviously.” On that word, he grins widely. It makes Marcus uncomfortable again.

“When the time came for Jacob to pay up, he was nowhere to be found. He’d skipped town, and his family had gone as well. Well, as you can imagine, this made my acquaintance very distressed. He had trusted Jacob, he had been nothing but gracious to him, and what did he get in return? He got stabbed in the back. So, he contacted me. You see, I am a man of many hats, but my primary occupation is that for a reasonable fee, I will track down those who have stabbed my clients in the back and... well... stab them back,” he chuckles. “If at all possible, I get the payment my clients are due, and if not, I send a message that will not be easily forgotten.” He pauses, again simply staring at Marcus.

“I don’t understand,” Marcus finally says. “What does this have to do with me?”

The corners of the man’s lips quirk. “Absolutely nothing. I tracked down your friend easily, he is not really very skilled in the art of evasion. I’m surprised my acquaintance couldn’t find him on his own, but that’s neither here nor there. I haven’t followed through with my task quite yet because as I began to observe Jacob, I encountered something unexpected that I wanted to be able to take my time with. You.” A sickening chill settles in Marcus’s stomach as the man speaks. “Something you should know about me is that I tend to focus too much on my work. I told you I have many different hats, and that tends to mean that I am always working on something, pouring my all into it, and absolutely draining myself. I enjoy my work, but it does take a toll. There is one thing that I do that is totally for myself. A sort of hobby. A release, if you will. That is my projects. I don’t recall when I first realized my fascination with pushing creatures to their physical and emotional limits, nor my knack for it. It absolutely thrills me. There is always something new to be learned from each person and creature I study, because each one is so different. You are different, Marcus. You mystify me. On the outside, forgive me, you look very unassuming. Very sweet. You’re weaker than most young men your age, and you know it. Physically, it shouldn’t be too difficult for me to break you. But inside you have this drive—this passion to fight for a better life for yourself, not according to other people’s standards, but your own. It’s why you dropped out of school last year. Not because you were too lazy or too stupid. You were doing very well. It was because you decided that it wasn’t what you wanted. It wasn’t what would make your life the best that you thought it could be.”

Marcus is openly shocked. His eyes are wide, shining with an excess of moisture. His lips are slightly parted. This man is absolutely horrifying. And he knows absolutely everything about Marcus.

“I’ve been observing you for quite some time, Marcus. I’ve seen how you interact with the world around you. You never seem to be truly phased by any stumbling blocks in your path. What you lack in physical strength, you make up for in strength of spirit. Others come to you for support and guidance, and you readily give it, never seeming to waiver.” He crouches down in front of Marcus and reaches out to him again, taking the boy’s face between his hands almost tenderly. This time, Marcus is too shocked to move away. When the man speaks again, it is almost a whisper. “It’s important that you know that there is absolutely nothing that can stop what is about to happen to you. I’m going to see just how long it takes for you to be totally destroyed, to become totally malleable in my hands. And I really think I’m going to enjoy it.”

[saintbakugou]

Hey hey could I get a bakugou and his girlfriend where they are still in the UA dorms and they get into an argument where the reader takes her car keys and leaves later everyone is in the common room and on the news it says there’s been a crash somewhere and it shows footage of a car that they think is the readers but it just looks like hers and that the driver has been airlifted to hospital with very little change of survival and Bakugou feels extremely guilty when all the class is crying 1/2

DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT

warning: angsty to fluff

a/n: i cried while writing this so it’s a big SHITTY also i made this gender neutral

“So who was the guy that you’ve been having around recently?” Bakugo ask from his placement at your desk. He waited a moment for a reply but it never came, he turned around and saw you laying on your stomach with your eyes glued to the phone. “(Y/n).” He said. “Hm?” you hum’d, still having your eyes glued to the phone. “I said who was the guy you’re hanging around with recently.” He said, turning back around. He doesn’t want to face you right now.

“He’s just a friend.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.” He mumbled, he didn’t mean for you to hear it, it was only meant for him to hear. But unfortunately, you heard every single word loud and clear. “What the fuck does that supposed to mean?” You snapped, sitting up on your bed. “What? Do you not trust me anymore?” You asked.

When you gotten no response, you scoffed. “Unbelievable.” You said, getting off of your bed while grabbing your car keys. “I’m going out, let me know when your over your jealousy.” You said. Before he could have a chance to change your mind, you were already out the door.

He groaned and mentally kicked himself for being so dumb. The two of you have been dating since the first year. He should know by now that if you were unhappy, you would break things off. Not cheat on him. But unfortunately, his stupid insecurities get the best of him.

An hour went by before he decided that you truly weren’t going to come back anytime soon, so he choosed to go down stairs to the living room. It was Friday night and knowing this classmates, they were watching a movie or tv show by now.

When he got there, he was indeed right. This time, the whole class was there, including Iida. He sat down next to his group of friends who gave him a confused glance. “Where’s (Y/n)?” Kaminari asked, getting the attention of everyone around them.

Bakugo let out a heavy sigh, “They took they’re car keys and left.” Not wanting to push the subject any farther after seeing the reaction on the blond’s face, they dropped it.

A few minutes went by before the emergency news came on, causing the group to let out a huge groan. “It was getting to the good part!” Mina let out dramatic whine. “Breaking News, a huge crash downtown happened just a few minutes ago. An unidentifiable young teen around the age of 17 was rushed to the hospital. The (H/c) hair girl/boy, is in serious condition. The other..” The tv sound out as the classmates look at each other in horror.

“It can’t be (Y/n), right?” Midoriya voiced his thoughts. You’re his best friend. You been there for him since day one. You were the reason why he became the confident person he is now. Hell, you’re the reason why him and Bakugo are friends again.

“Don’t be radicals, of course it isn’t (Y/n).” Kirishima said. As soon as he said that, the class heard the description of the car. Which sounded exactly like yours. “Holy shit it has to be them.” Sero said, not realizing what he’s saying out loud.

The class looked over at the firecracker to noticed his face was washed away with color. Before anyone could ask him if he’s okay, he broke down crying. The scene shocked everyone. Including Midoriya who saw the blond cry before. But this type of crying wasn’t like before.

“I can’t lose... them. I just ca-can’t. They’re all I have.” Bakugo said, hiccuping in between words. His breathing speed up as he clutch his shirt where his heart was at. “It hurts.” He added. Kirishima pulled his friend into a hug, without hesitation. “Hey it’s okay. Breathe. You’re having a panic attack.” He said, noticing the signs.

A few classmates watched, tears slipping from their eyes. They let it fall, not bothering whipping it off. They’re friends pulling them in hugs, letting them letting it all out on their shoulder. That class then realized that, if they lose you, they’re losing a piece of themselves too.

They didn’t realize that the door opening up. Or footsteps that was coming their way.

You furrowed your eyebrows together as you look at the scene in front of you. Almost everyone was crying, or at least comforting someone who was. “Why is everyone crying?” You asked, making the room freeze. “Oh my god we can hear ghost.” Kaminari said. Jirou rolled her eyes before slapping the back of his head. “Ow what was that for?” He asked.

Bakugo stood up, making your eyes fall onto him. You opened your mouth to say something but you got cut off as he took a few quick steps towards you and pull you against his chest. “I thought I lost you.” He mumbled into your hair, taking a deep breath in. “Don’t scare me like that.”

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather: Chapter 13: Introducing Guns N Roses

December 22, 1985, LA

I was allowed by my mom to come to LA for 3 days to see Slash and his band play at the clubs. But my mom gave Tamara strict orders to not allow me to go any where else. And I had to lie to her again and tell her that they were playing at a hall. I felt bad for doing it, but it was the only way I could come. I called Lisa up and asked her if she wanted to come with me to Whisky a Go Go she was down for it. I also called Slash and told him I would be coming to watch them play and hang out after. I put on a long black bodysuit with boot heels and a leather jacket. I walked out to the living where Tamara was sitting drinking coffee and watching TV.

"So does your mom know that Slash is now a rocker?" She said putting her coffee down.

"No I didn't tell her. She still remembers him as that little boy who rode his bike all over the place." I said sitting on the couch. "But even so, he's Ola's son so I don't think she would cut him out of my life. He's the only rocker she will put up with." I giggle.

We were interrupted when the phone rang. Tamara answered it.

"Its Lisa she's downstairs waiting for you." I got up and hugged Tamara. "Remember there and back no where else young lady. Your mom will call at 12. Make sure you are here." She warned.

"Yes, thanks!" I yelled as I ran out the door.

We arrived at the Whisky a Go Go. We got out and headed towards the line. I grabbed Lisa's hand and pulled her to the front of the line. The bouncer saw me and allowed us to go in.

"So this band is called what again!?" Lisa shouted over the loud noises.

"There called Guns N Roses. My friend is in it his name is Slash!" I shouted back.

The show started and I saw all five guys come out. There was the lead singer who was a red head, there was a guy with short black hair, and another really tall guy with blonde hair who was very attractive. I also saw Slash and Steven they were the only ones I knew. There music was really good. They kind of reminded me of Motley Crue but they had there own swag. After the show we headed to the bar, I ordered a cranberry juice while Lisa ordered vodka.

"Emem so how the fuck were we?" I turned around to see black fluffy hair and a big smile with white teeth.

"Slash!" I jumped up and hugged him. Yuk he was sweaty.

"You guys were amazing. I really enjoyed the show." I said moving away from him. "Oh this is Lisa she's my good single friend." I smiled pointing at Lisa.

"Hey there doll nice to meet you." Slash looked her up and down and shook her hand. I thought I should say that, it was time for Lisa to forget about Vince she needed someone else.

Slash told us to come back stage and meet the rest of the band. We walked through the side of the stage and headed to the back. It was the usual scene girls, booze, and drugs. But it was a bit calmer.

"Hey boys I want you to meet my friend well she's more like my little sis." Slash said. "This is Iman Darlington and her friend Lisa." Slash pointed at us. Me and Lisa waved our hands at them. They all just stared at us with there mouths open. They were drooling, if you were to put a bucket underneath there mouths it would be full of water.

"Nice to meet you sweetheart I'm Axl lead singer." He walked up and gave each of us a hand shake and a wink.

"Hey I'm Izzy." He waved.

"Hey I'm Duff." He walked up and took my hand in his and gave it a kiss. Then walked to Lisa and did the same.

"Hey Mani what's up!" Steven shouted and picked me up for a big hug.

"Oh my God Steven long time no see." I squealed.

"Hey nice to meet you I'm Steven." He turned and shook Lisa's hand.

"Hey nice to meet you." She smiled.

Every one talked and got along well. Every time I looked up Axl would be staring at Lisa. I could tell he really liked her. So I nudged Lisa and made her look up.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Axl keeps looking at you." I whispered to her.

She looked up and saw Axl stare at her then look away. "Let's go to the washroom." She smiled and grabbed my hand and we headed to the washroom.

"Why are we in here?" I asked

"Do you think I should make a move on Axl or just forget it?" She asked.

I thought about how she gave her self up to Vince so quick and he forgot about her already. I didn't want that for her if she was going to talk to one of these guys.

"Play hard to get. I think you should talk to him but don't do anything with him."

"I think so too."

"What time is it I gotta get back by 11 or I'm done for." I looked in the mirror trying to fix my face.

"Its 10:20 we should probably start heading back." She said opening the door.

We walked out and headed back to the room where the boys were in. When we entered the room we wished that we hadn't. Slash, Steven, Duff, and Nikki were sitting on the couch with each of them having a girl in there laps sucking them all off.

"Oh shit Iman close the fucking door!" Slash yelled.

Nikki looked up, he looked shocked to see me standing there. Well I felt the same way, what was he doing here? Lisa slammed the door shut and we walked into another room. Since that day at my house I haven't seen or talked to Nikki. And to be honest I didn't want to. I wouldn't know what to say to him. It would be awkward between us. The door opened and in walked an embarrassed Slash.

"Hey there... uh sorry for you girls seeing that. We uh.. we got carried away." He giggled as he walked into the room.

Me and Lisa looked at each other. And just laughed. "Um it's alright but were going to get going." I said standing up.

"Aw what no Iman come on the party is just beginning. Plus you haven't even met Sixx. He's from Motley Crue he came to watch us play."

"I've met enough rock stars tonight Slash I'm ready to leave." I walked passed him and headed to the door. Slash grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the room.

"Slash no please no I can't!" I yelled. Lisa came out of the room following from behind.

He pushed the door open and pulled me in. "Hey Sixx come meet someone this is Iman!" He yelled at Nikki.

Nikki walks over fixing up his pants with a smirk on his face. I looked down and moved my hair a little in front of my face then looked back up at him. He looked and smelt like shit. Excuse my language but there were no other words to describe what I was looking at.

"So your a groupie is that it Mani?" Nikki smirked at me.

"I'm not a groupie Nikki. You know that." I stated.

"You two know each other?" Slash asked.

"Yes but I wish we didnt." I was annoyed with him now for even calling me a groupie.

"Iman did you guys fuck?" Slash asked.

"Saul seriously!" I shouted slapping him.

"Pfft if we fucked you wouldn't be walking groupie." He pushed passed me grabbed a silver tray with coke on it and snorted it all up.

Slash turned to me and smiled. "Wipe that smile off your face before I slap it off. He's a pig." I looked back at him.

"You going to tell me the story or what?" He asked.

"Another time Slash for now I just want to leave ok."

"No your not leaving were going to talk about shit now let's go." He put his arm around my neck and led me to a couch to sit on. Nikki came strutting after us holding a bottle of whiskey and sat across from us. Lisa sat beside Nikki and grabbed his whiskey bottle from him and drank some of it.

"So start talking girl." Slash took a cigarette from behind his ear he lit it then blew smoke out at me.

"God your gross. And what do you want me to talk about?" I asked waving the smoke out of my face.

"We can talk about you being a groupie and your friend here being a fucking leech!" Nikki raised his voice and grabbed the bottle back from Lisa's grasps.

"Or we can talk about the fact that your to pussy to tell a certain girl that you like her." Lisa smirked at Nikki and Nikki glared at her.

"Can you two shut up please. Me and Iman are trying to catch up on our gossip." Slash stated.

Nikki motioned for Slash to give him a cigarette. Slash leaned forward letting Nikki take one then offering one to Lisa. He lit it up for both of them then leaned back to offer me one.

"No I don't smoke Slash, you know that." I put my hand up.

"Still, wow mamas got you on a tight leash girl." Slash giggled.

"I can help you loosen it." Nikki's voice deepened as he glared at me blowing smoke out of his mouth.

I ignored his comments and changed the subject. "So your band is really good can't wait till you guys take off." I squealed.

"Yeah same here I'm excited. We've been playing at several clubs since June. Hopefully we can get big like the Crue."

"Bigger." Lisa blew smoke in Nikki's face. Nikki glared at her flipping her off. She sat back and giggled. I always loved Lisa she was fearless and fun. But could sometimes drink to the point were she was collapsing on the ground and it wasn't good.

"Hey Sixx you want to go for round two?" A busty blonde came out of no where kneeling in front of Nikki and dragging her nails across his leather pants. I clenched my jaw and decided it was time to leave.

"Slash im going." I stood up fixing my jacket.

"Now, ok I guess we can hang another time." I gave him a hug and motioned for Lisa so we could go.

Nikki pushed the girl off his lap and stood up and walked towards me. I turned on my heel and picked up my pace to get away from him as fast as possible. We headed out the door and walked over to her car. I heard footsteps behind us. I turn around and see Nikki following us I don't know what this guy wants with me. And I was tired of bumping into him where ever I went.

"Do not come near us ok. She doesn't want to talk to you and I certainly don't want you any where near my car." Lisa said turning around and pointing her finger at Nikki.

"I'm not coming to cause trouble." Nikki lifted his hands up in defense. "I just want to talk Mani."

I rolled my eyes and opened the car door.

"Wait doll." He ran to my side and stopped me from getting in the car "look I'm so-"

"Dont even say it Nikki just don't." I said pushing him. "Your sorrys mean nothing to me because you don't mean them. I don't want you around me, I don't want to be your friend, and I would never want to associate my self with somone like you. You came over to my house in October and completely embarrassed your self in front of my family, I don't even know how you found out where I lived. Tommy had to pick you up and drag your drunk reckless self into the car. And then today instead of saying hello and really apologizing for what you did. You called me a groupie. Yet you were getting your dick sucked off by some groupie." I pointed at him.

"It was a fucking joke doll you know I don't think of you as that. And as for coming over." He looked at Lisa then back at me. "Well...I wanted to see you but I had a bit too much to drink." He looked down at his shoes.

"You asked me to give you a chance and I have, several times Nikki. Now just leave me alone please."

"Mani I'm sorry, I do mean it."

I got into the car and tried to close the door but he blocked the door from closing.

"Mani please!"

"I don't want you Nikki!" I shouted at him then closed the door. He backed away from the door and put his hands in his pockets.

"Instead of telling her your sorry why don't you show her your sorry." Lisa got into the car and drove off.

Nikki's POV

I walked back inside the club I was agitated and needed my fix. I walked into the washroom and pulled my needle and drugs from my boot. I craved a shot just to forget about her. My fingers were shaking with anticipation as I was getting ready for a hit. I took off my belt tightening it around my arm and stuck it into my arm. I leaned back on the wall as I went into pure bliss. _________

December 23 1985

I woke up hearing Tamara squealing at the top of her lungs. It was so loud that I needed to put the pillow over my head. Lisa slept over so she too was covering her head with the pillow. Tamara then barged into the room screaming.

"Iman your never going to beleive what I booked for you!" She jumped on my bed.

"What did you book?" I asked groaning.

"So your going to be walking London fashion week, Milan fashion week, and Paris fashion week girl! Your also going to be on the cover of several magazines to come! And your movie premier will be August 8th! People will remember the Iman!" She shouted.

The pillow was off of my head at this point and I was ecstatic. I can't beleive I would be doing all these things.

"Oh my God girl your face is going to be everywhere. My manager can't even get me the fashion week. I'm so jealous but so happy for you." Lisa hugged me.

"Wow I need to tell my mom all of this. But it's going to be hard cause that means I'll have to keep coming back and forth from Canada to LA." I sighed.

"No you won't I'll make arrangements with your mom so that you can stay with me just for two years. Of course you'll go back home on breaks but you will have to stay here." Tamara said walking out the door.

Two years doesn't she mean one. After all it's only next year that I would be doing all this fashion stuff.

"Um Tami?" I followed her out the door. "Don't you mean one year?"

"No darling I mean two. Listen 86 and 87 are going to be big for us. So I need you close by living with me. Of course other than when I have-" she all of a sudden stopped talking. Like she was going to spill something out that she didn't want me to know. "Never mind."

"Ok well we need to call my mom to let her know the news." I shrugged.

This was the best news I could have ever gotten. But I was a bit sad because that meant I would be living in LA for two years. But also the thought of living with Tamara for two years was going to be hell. She kept me on a very tight leash. And it was hard to go any where or do anything.

"Well while im talking to your mom you two should go out and do something." She shooed me.

"Why can't I be here when your talking to my mom?" I asked confused.

"Wow your slow, girl that stands for I'm going to have company. So shower, brush your teeth, and get out you smell bad." She laughed.

Me and Lisa decided that we would go shopping. But just before we left Slash had called and asked if we wanted to hang out with him, Steven, and Duff. Lisa only wanted to because she wanted to ask about Axl. But I wanted to see Slash and have some fun. We went shopping first before meeting up with the boys. We met them at a diner and sat in a booth so we could have some privacy.

"So uh miss model I hope your paying?" Slash asked scratching his crotch. I rolled my eyes.

"Sure Slash."

The waitress took our orders and we sat there waiting for our food to come. "So miss Darlington you have any one special knocking on your door?" Duff asked.

"No one worth opening my door too." I giggled.

"Not even Sixx?" He raised a brow. Why does everyone keep linking me to Nikki ugh.

"No me and that dog called Nikki Sixx are nothing." I frowned.

"You sure about that?" Lisa nudged me.

"Yeah cause it didn't seem that way yesterday night when he had his eyes on you at whisky." Steven joined in.

"Look there's nothing going on between me and Nikki. He's not my type of guy, and he never will be. I don't like him. He came to my house in October and made a fool of himself in front of my family!" I started raising my voice. The boys started laughing and looking at each other.

"So why'd you invite him over?" Duff asked.

"I didnt... I don't know how he knew where I lived. He just showed up, and Tommy had to drag him back in the car. My mom nearly called the cops on them."

"Look Mani all I'm saying is that the dude was staring you down like a hawk. Like you belong to him or something. So people automatically assume that there's something going on between you guys."

The waitress brought our food back and placed it on the table. She then leaned over towards Steven so that her boobs were close his face. She looked at him and smiled a bit.

"So doll what time do you get off at?" Steven smiled at her.

"My shift finishes at seven." She smiled.

"So your saying I have to wait to pick you up that late?" He crossed his arms.

"Well if you follow me to the back now you won't have to." She grazed his arms and walked shaking her hips slowly looking back at him.

"God you guys are dogs." I stated.

"Dam right we are." Steven got up and followed her to the back.

"So is aAxl available or is he taken?" Lisa piped up biting her burger.

The boys looked at each other than started laughing.

"What's funny?" I asked furrowing my brows.

"Well Axl hasn't shut up about Lisa since he first saw her." Duff said.

"Wow well that's great!" I stated

"And you haven't shut up about Iman since you first saw her." Slash laughed.

Duff spit out his beer and started coughing. He then turned and hit Slash on the head. He started blushing.

I smiled to my self looking at Duff, he was really cute. And what made him even more cute was the fact that he was sweet. But once again he was a rocker and if I were to date anyone he couldn't look like Duff or Nikki.

"So hook a girl up guys. Axl is my type of man." She giggled.

"Sure I can, don't think it will be a problem you definitely have the looks." Slash smirked looking at Lisa's boobs.

"Slash eyes up, those are not for you." I laughed.

I started telling the boys about my bookings for fashion week. They promised they would watch me walk the runway on TV and to call to say good luck. Steven came back all flustered and smiling like a little kid who just got candy. I payed for the food and we said our goodbyes and everyone went home.

When I got back to the condo Tamara had a guy over, I could hear her giggling and laughing in kitchen. I could smell food being cooked. I didn't want to interrupt them so I just sat down and turned on the TV. I was flipping through channels when I saw Nikki and Tommy on MTV doing an interview. I went back and put it on to listen to the interview.

Interviewer- So what's a typical day on the road for you guys?

Tommy- Well we sleep a lot haha.

Nikki- Yeah were definitely night people. Haha vampires of the night. Were up pretty late so we sleep through the day. But an average day would be we get up at 2 do some interviews then we go to the hall do sound check to make sure it's right. Then we have our act that's opening for us go on. By then it's time for us to drink and then prepare for the shows. It takes like a hour to get ready so more time to drink haha.

Interviewer- Well it looks like we caught you at a good time of the day. I'm seeing clear eyes no slurring and a reasonably lucid performance haha.

Nikki- Yeah Haha.

Interviewer- So does motley Crue fall into a classification of heavy metal. I know there are different kinds?

Tommy- Well for one we don't look like all the other metal bands out there.

Nikki- Yeah and our sound is different too. Our sound is very root oriented. It's very much from were we come from. I just don't hear any other band that's out there sound like us.

Interviewer- That's true guys you don't. So I have some fan questions that people want to know. Is Mick Mars related to Ronnie James Dio?

Nikki and Tommy- Hahaha.

Nikki- Not that I know of.

Tommy- No haha.

Interviewer- What do you think of David Lee Roth?

Nikki- He's a cool guy haha.

Interviewer- Tommy are you going out with actress Heather Locklear?

Tommy- Yes!

Interviewer- Nikki are you and Iman Darlingron a couple?

My eyes went wide and I froze when the interviewer asked him that question.

Nikki- Were not right now, we are good friends. But you never know what the future holds.

Interviwer- I read somewhere in a magazine that people were saying they hope she doesn't date a guy like you. The say that she is a good girl and if she gets involved with you... well you could possibly ruin her image. What do you have to say about that?

Nikki- People say that because all they see is a rock star wearing chains, leather, big hair, and spikes. They don't see the man behind all of this. I'm a good guy that could make Iman happy if given the chance. But to be honest I don't really give a s**t what people have to say about me.

Interviewer- Well boys that's all for today. Thank you for talking to me. This is Dillion Walker from MTV with Motley Crues Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee.

The TV then turned off and I looked up and saw Tamara staring intently at it holding the remote. She then looked at me and crossed her arms. "You will never date that Nikki Sixx. He's nothing but chains, leather, and drugs. Trust me hun all his babble about looking beyond his leather is garbage. Ugh complete trash. I'll make it my mission if it's the last thing I do to keep you away from him." She started walking towards the kitchen then stopped and turned back."Oh by the way I have male company so if you don't want to hear anything you should go to the room." She laughed. She walked into the kitchen giggling again with whomever she was with.

I got up and walked to the room and sat on the bed. So many thoughts are just running through my head. I have my family, Tamara, and friends saying not to talk to Nikki and then I have Nikki wanting something between us. I can't defy my mom and Tamara thats for sure. And Nikki has just been having these weird mood swings, one minute he would tell me to f off then next say he's sorry but do it again. I looked over at the night stand and saw a schedule. I picked it up, it was a schedule showing my magazine shoots and the days I would be travelling. I started reading the first stop February 14-18 London Fashion Week. This was going to be exciting. At least I would get away from all the hustle bustle of things here between me and Nikki.

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I dont know if you still want/need writing promts but Johnsky soulmates au where cadmon lives and tries to play matchmaker bc both of them are idiots who are avoiding the fact their soulmates

Four Pages Later:

Tom paused as he rounded the corner to the observation deck. Only John was there, sans Mjolnir.

God damn it, Cad. I thought we talked about this matchmaking bull.

Tom was considering leaving before he was noticed, but John’s keen hearing had already told him he had company. Thomas swallowed as John looked at him; his face grew warm, and something squirmed in his chest.

“Sir. Did you need something?”

That voice…! Jesus, Tom. You don’t have time for a relationship, and the Master Chief most definitely doesn’t. And you’re just friends anyway…fucking Cadmon…

“Just a room with a view. But if you’d prefer to be alone, I’ll look elsewhere.” Thomas went to back out the way he’d come, only to be stopped by a hand on his back.

“Atrium is off limits, bro.” Cadmon said smugly. Tom had been so preoccupied that he’d missed the heavy footsteps that always accompanied the ODST, and started.

“Cadmon!! You ass!!” Tom hissed as she shoved his brother out of John’s line of sight around the corner.

“Why are you still on about this?”

“Because, Captain or not, you’re still dumb as hell. Why else would you pine after John for thirty damn years?”

***

Got him.

The look of undeniable shock on Tom’s face was a dead giveaway that he’d hit paydirt.

“What? How did-what do you mean, thirty years?” Tom kept his voice quiet as he could, and Cadmon decided to humor him.

“One, you told me.” He counted off one finger.

“Yeah, in my twenties!!”

“Two, old bunkmates say you talk in your sleep. Specifically about him.” Cadmon ticked off another finger as he nodded toward the observation deck.

“Again. Twenties!”

“Three? Roland.” Tom opened his mouth to protest, then shut it again.

“The hell’d he tell you?” Tom sighed quietly as he folded his arms.

“Same thing, pretty much. Talk in your sleep, habits and brain chemistry change when John’s aboard…want me to keep going?” Cadmon grinned innocently. “C’mon, you literally have no excuse anymore. I mean, he likes you anyway, so odds are…”

“What? How’d you find that out?”

“New thing humans do these days, Tom; called ‘talking’. When you talk to other people, sometimes you learn things. Things like how weird it is to see John-117 blush.” Tom buried his face in his hands.

“Oh for shit’s sake Cad, do I want to know?” Cadmon feigned deep thought for a moment.

“C’mon, I didn’t say anything terrible. Had to explain a few things, though…he had no idea what a ‘crush’ was, much less…”

“Dammit, Cad! You don’t see me going around telling everyone in earshot about the ‘volcano’ incident!”

“I also don’t care. People crap their pants, it happens.” Cadmon shrugged.

“I hate you so much right now.”

Cadmon saw movement to his left; John had poked his head around the corner, probably wondering why he’d heard his name. The Spartans’ superb hearing never failed to amuse Cadmon.

“Speak of the devil. Need something, John?”

***

Is Cadmon trying that matchmaking thing again?

John watched as the Captain shoved his brother back around the corner and into the corridor, where they continued to talk quietly. Not that it helped, he could hear every word; they were talking about him. John listened as Cadmon told The Captain about what they’d talked about in the past, and a few things they hadn’t. He could tell by the strained tone of Tom’s whisper that he was getting more and more embarrassed.

John knew nothing would come of this; the Captain of the UNSC’s most advanced warship surely didn’t have the time or wherewithal to want a relationship, much less with an aging Spartan II.

That didn’t mean John wasn’t interested, though. He considered Tom to be a friend, but the Captain was also distant enough that the idea of more intimate affections didn’t make him feel gross. Every so often, someone would ask if he was involved with a member of Blue Team, and his mind would almost violently recoil at the idea. But when he thought of Tom, on the other hand…the reaction was different.

“I hate you so much right now.” Tom sounded defeated, and John decided that maybe he could stand to let his curiosity get the better of him. He walked to the door and looked around the corner to find Cadmon looking smugly up at him.

“Speak of the devil. Need something, John?“

Cadmon had arrived on Infinity with new scars since the last time he’d visited John in Spartan Town. An angry pink line cut diagonally across his left collarbone and disappeared under his tank top, a souvenir from his last run-in with a Promethian Knight. John winced internally; he knew firsthand how much those blades hurt.  

“Is everything all right?” John looked at Tom, who was leaning against the wall with his face in his hands. He looked overwhelmed, judging by his posture, and John was surprised at the sudden desire to pull him close and make sure he was ok.

“Oh yeah, just trying to convince my little bro that he needs you in his life to keep his bed war…”

Tom slapped Cadmon in the side of the head, and Cadmon returned the favor. John blinked as the two men descended into a slap-fight that reminded him of how he and Kelly had been as children.

“Would…you…SHUT…UP?!” Tom was making a real effort to defend himself and land his hand on Cadmon again, but not having much success.

“Ask…him…OUT…STUPID!”

Cadmon was quickly gaining the upper hand…

***

Oh fuck this!

Tom smacked his brother upside the head, knowing Cadmon couldn’t resist the urge to fight back and one-up him. And he was right.

“Would…you…SHUT…UP?!” He growled between blows.

“Ask…him…OUT…STUPID!” Cadmon replied.

Unfortunately for Thomas, Cadmon had far more experience in hand-to-hand combat than he did, and quickly gained the upper hand as Tom was forced to go on the defensive while his brother batted at his head.

The next thing he knew, he was jerked backwards by the scruff of his jacket, Cadmon by his tank top. The ODST instantly raised his hands in defeat, his face cracking into the smug grin he always wore when he thought he’d won.

“Calm down, both of you! You’re grown men and distinguished soldiers, the UNSC expects better of you.” John’s voice was calm, but authoritative. Thomas felt the grip on his jacket release as his face burned; the Spartan had a point.

Damn you, Cadmon.

“A valid point, sir.” Cadmon put his hands at his back and stood at parade rest, though he was still smiling. Thomas straightened his jacket and tried his best to regain some dignity. After a few moments, Cadmon’s grin faded.

“Tom, all I want of for you to give things a try. You too, John. From what I know of both of you, I think you guys would be good together.”

“Christ, Cad! One word, fraternization.” Tom was briefly in awe that his older brother was actually, seriously, trying to get him and John into a relationship. To his surprise, John spoke next.

“Strictly speaking…I’m not directly under your command, sir. I’m Spartan branch.”

Shit, he’s got a point…

“See, there you go. Look, what’s the worst that could happen? Even if things don’t end up being forever, at least you could say you tried. And after this? If he says no, I’ll quit asking,” Tom gave Cadmon a skeptical look. “Honest.”

Dammit. Might as well just rip it off like a bandage, get it over with.

Thomas stared at his feet for a few long moments, running through a million and one ways to ask if John would like to date him, be his boyfriend, get dinner sometime…none of them seemed to fit. He was so busy trying to think of something classy to say that he missed the looks exchanged by John and his brother.

“Captain Lasky?” Tom’s head jerked up as John’s baritone shook him from his thoughts.

“Hm, yes?” Thomas noticed that John’s cheeks were slightly pink, and his expression was uncertain, but determined at the same time, like he might turn and walk away, or…

“I’d like to go out with you.”

Tom’s mind reeled briefly; that had been the last thing he’d ever expected John to ask him. Ever.

“Uh, I…okay,” Was all he could manage. Anxiety and embarrassment gave way to a different feeling; elation, mixed with anticipation…and warmth. That was the only way Tom could describe it. He saw Cadmon miming something out of the corner of his eye, but he’d stopped by the time Tom glanced his way. Then, John put his arm around Tom’s shoulders. Strangely, it felt like the most normal thing in the world. Like it belonged there.

Cadmon was grinning from ear to ear, but he said nothing. Just gave Tom and his boyfriend two thumbs up, and walked off.

Well. That was an unexpected turn of events.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Dancing’s Not A Crime (Unless You Do It Without Me) pt. 6

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader, Todoroki x fem!reader

You flirt and tease with a certain hotheaded classmate of yours without realizing how far it has escalated and someone gets a little jealous.

Warnings: swearing, violence, angst, nsfw?? It’s not smut but like??? Idk I don’t want to offend

A/N: The Holy Fire has stolen my breath but has not stolen my pen!! Although I sure wish I could breathe I do feel pretty accomplished by writing this tonight. Todoroki isn’t in this one. I’m sad about it too. But he will be soon and oh will he be. ALSO THIS IS SO SHORT AGAIN?? Like fuck me, I dont understand writing, I gotta take classes, I’m a giraffe

Part 5

You trudged on the sidewalk with Bakugou’s footsteps following close behind. To your annoyance, he had insisted on seeing you home that night. To even more of your annoyance, you had both known that you might’ve actually kissed him, hadn’t Todoroki stepped in and punched Bakugou in the face, starting a fight in Mr. Akabane’s club. To even MORE of your annoyance, Bakugou, for what seemed to be the first time, at least for you to witness, was actually in a good mood. You, on the other hand, were not.

“You’re mad,” you didn’t have to look at him, you could hear his shitting grin in his voice.

You quickened your pace. You weren’t mad you were just... annoyed. You didn’t need to be escorted home. You didn’t need Todoroki to protect your lips. You didn’t need Bakugou to have something to hold over you. You unclenched your fists you didn’t know you were making.

Bakugou caught up with you and lightly grabbed your elbow, “alright, speedy, hold up,” he sighed, “I’m sorry. That icy-hot bastard punched me in the face. He punched me and I know why he did. It’s actually completely understandable,” his eyes tried to find yours but you averted your gaze, “and I didn’t have to fight him back. But I did. Of course I did. And I know, I shouldn’t have. But he shouldn’t have started it. But I am sorry for letting it escalate.” He put a hand on your shoulder. It was gentle, as if he was trying to say that his words were genuine.

Your eyes finally met his. His crimson irises were actually filled with concern. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at his lips. For once they weren’t, sneering, snarling, or smirking. There was just a hint of a smile. Was he being friendly towards you? You hated it. You shrugged his hand off your shoulder and said “it’s whatever, Bakugou.” You turned to continue walking but he stepped in front of you.

“You’re still mad.”

“I’m not mad.” You lied, mostly to yourself, and tried to step around him but he blocked your path.

“God, why do you do that?” He threw his hands up, “Why do you deny yourself any raw emotions?”

You tried to make a move around him but he stopped you again. “I have fucking emotions, Bakugou, I’m just not fucking mad. Not everything can be solved with throwing a tantrum and blasting everything into the sun! And who the fuck do you think you are anyways, telling me what I feel or how I should feel them? We’re not friends! You do realize that this is probably the first real conversation we’ve ever had?”

His eyes widened a bit. “I didn’t realize that...” he had plenty of conversations with you in his head already. He felt like he already knew you from eavesdropping and pretty much finding out any information about you he could. He hadn’t realized how much of a creep he was being.

“And I’m not mad, I’m just- annoyed- and- wanna get- can you fucking move already!!” He continued to block you from passing him. You were fed up. You could feel your hands starting to tremble.

“Hit me.” Bakugou said.

What? Bakugou was staring at you blank faced seriously waiting for you to do something. You made a move to get passed him and he blocked you again, shoving you lightly.

“Hit me. I mean it. I know you’re mad. And whether it’s at me or that half and half bastard you need to let that anger out and I know you wouldn’t do that to him. So fucking hit me.”

“I don’t want-“ you started to say but he pushed you again. “Fuck you,” you bit out.

He smirked. And gave you a light push again.

That stupid fucking half grin. You started to shake more violently and you said yourself why the fuck not, and gave Bakugou a shove backwards.

He was back on you too quickly, he was getting in your face, “you can do better than that, Princess. Maybe we haven’t talked too much with our mouths but you’ve said plenty with your fist-“ before he could finish you punched him in the face, where he was already bruised, where Todoroki can punched him earlier that night.

He fell back but not down. He cradled his face but he looked back at you and his grin only grew bigger.

He came at you and you braced yourself for impact. With force he lifted you up and into a wall. Using both your legs you kicked him back and rushed him into an alley. You had him pinned to a wall. You panted against his chest and glared up at him. He was looking at your lips. “I win,” you breathed by he only grinned.

A second later he had you pinned against the wall. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, now, did you, princess?”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

You made a move to slap him but he caught your hand midair and suddenly his lips were on yours. The kiss shot your head back into the wall but he only followed it. The kiss was violent, hungry, as his tongue tasted yours. You invited it in for a moment. You kissed him back. Your free hand clawed marks into his back and you allowed for him to groan into your mouth. He dropped your wrist to cradle your cheek. As soon as his kiss threatened to turn sweet you finally slapped him across the face and pushed him back.

Throwing him against the other side of the alley, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him into another deep kiss. It was messy and desperate but you didn’t care. When he made a move to touch your hips, you grabbed his hands and threw them back with him, biting hard on his lower lips. He gasped, breaking the kissed and pushed against your hands that were holding him down. He had you beat in brute strength so it was easy for him to pick you up again. This time you wrapped your legs around his waste.

He held you up using his arms and the alley wall as support. He pushed your head to the side and kissed at your exposed neck causing your breath to hitch and you to wriggle around at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your skin. When you started to whimper, he bit into you, clearly enjoying the noises you made, and as your moaning got much louder, you grabbed a fist full of his hair, trying to pull him back away from you but he only bit harder. His pelvis pressed into you and you could feel his hard member on your thigh. You basically purred as you allowed yourself to fantasize about things escalating.

“HEY!”

A shout came from the end of the alleyway where you guys had entered. You hadn’t realize how far down the two of you had traveled. Bakugou, backed up from against the wall, allowing your legs to drop and you both looked over to see a shadowed figure at the end of the alleyway.

“What are you two doing out here so late a night?”

Without thinking, you grabbed Bakugou’s hand and sprinted down the alleyway. You threw a trash can down in the oat in case the shadowed figure were to follow you guys, but you didn’t look back.

The two of you ran until a wired fence blocked your path. Panting, Bakugou turned to you and you grinned back at him.

“Transulto*,” You said and your body was lifted into the air and over the fence. You heard a blast and Bakugou was behind you in a matter of seconds.

He landed on top of you and the two of you allowed yourselves to roll down a hill bumping into each other, laughing, and rolling some more.

When you stopped rolling you ended up being on top of him. His hands were on either side of your thighs and the moon illuminated his face and he smiled up to you, the ghosts of laughter still on his face. “You’re beautiful,” he said to you which was wild because you were about to say the same thing about him.

Instead you rolled your eyes and said “you’re not half bad yourself, blasty.”

He looked like he wanted to kiss you again. You stood up off the ground and offered him a hand to get him up. “I need to get home,” you said.

“I’m still walking you home. Just because you punched me in the face doesn’t mean I don’t want to make sure you’re safe.”

So you walked. This time side by side, allowing yourselves to actually converse. Talking about pro heroes, and your friends, Bakusquad antics, food. Before you knew it, you were at your door.

“So this is where you live,” Bakugou said taking in your residence, trying to catch a hint of you anywhere around.

“Yeah, and you better forget this address, punk. I don’t need you sniffing around here whenever you feel like it,” you only half joked. Todoroki was still the only person in your class that knew that Aizawa was your guardian and you didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon.

“You don’t think I’d respect your personal space?” He asked as he literally closed the space between the to of you.

It took all you all not to bite your lip. Still he saw that needy look in your eyes. You opened the front door.

“Get lost,” you teased. He scoffed and you smiled. “Goodnight Bakugou.”

“Y/n wait...” he was rubbing his neck, “hey, do you wanna maybe, I don’t know, go...”

“Bakugou,” you cut him off, “you’ve given me so much dirt on you tonight. Don’t you think you should save some for later so I don’t completely obliterate you the next chance I get?”

You were surprised to see he looked a little sad. You let the door hang open for a second and then you closed it again, and went to hug Bakugou. But instead of a hug you were met with a kiss, this one was soft but surprising. It was not an attack or a fight for dominance. It was just sweet.

He broke the kiss and smirked at you. “Do you really fall for puppy dog eyes that easily?”

You hit his chest. “Asshole,” you called him and opened the door.

“Witch,” he only grinned some more.

You flipped him off and closed the door.

You flopped into your bed allowing what felt like mountains of blankets another you. You were sore but in all the right places. You felt a lump on your neck from where Bakugou had bit you. “Shit,” you said to yourself but you grinned at the memory.

You tried to think about the club or what you were going to say to Mr. Akabane or what you were going to do about Todoroki but your thoughts were invaded by Bakugou and the way he touched you and the way he made you feel and the fact that he almost actually asked you out. What a dummy, you thought to yourself, smiling as you drifted to sleep.

~~

*Transulto- jump

~~

Dadzawa reacts to your hickey

Part 7

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[milkshake5sos]

Summary: Joe wants to take you to the mental asylum and you get scared by the haunted shit that happens and discover...some things

Word count: 2.2k

QUICK NOTE TUMBLR WERNT LETTING ME UPLOAD THIS SO I BASICALLY HAD TO TAKE THE PARAGRAPHS OUT AND ITS ONE LONG PEICE OF TEXT WHICH I HATE.

You wake up to see you boyfriend of 3 years looking at you.“Why you watching me sleep" you mumble with a chuckle snuggling further into the duvet.

“Just admiring beauty in its purest form" he replied running a hand through your hair.

“Cringe” you giggle completely ruining the moment Joe was trying to have. You hear him shuffle around and his weigh leaving the bed, his heavy footsteps walking away until he stop. He rips the covers of you body and exposes you to the cold winter morning and sunlight shining in your eyes.

“Oi" you groan and glance at the smirking Joe at the end of the bed.

“Come on get up I want you to join me today" he says walking of to the bathroom leaving you questioning what he's wanting you to do. Sighing you get up and walk to the bathroom not caring that Joe was in there already. You were both so comfortable with each other it doesn't faze you seeing each other naked or at your worse. He was cleaning his teeth watching you in the mirror as you take off you warm pj’s and get in the shower.“Do you need help warming up or cleaning babe?” Joe asks and you could tell he was smirking while asking you. You know you could try and tell him no but it always ends up in him joining you anyway. “You better not have cold hands" you say giving him the invitation to join you.

A little while later you're both ready and eating some breakfast which actually meant you eat some toast and joe having a protein shake. “what do you want me to do with you today" you question Joe.

“Thats for me to know and you to find out" he sassily replys. “We're not going out till it's dark though so you have the day to mentally prepare yourself" he adds putting emphasis on mentally. “JOE WELLER. you listen to me i'm only going to say this once. I. Am. Not. Going. To. A. Abandoned. Building. With. You.” you says pointing at him as you move around the counter you two were eating your breakfast at. You stare at him dead in the eye and a straight face. A smirk grows in his face and he lets out a chuckle. “your so cute babe" he says giving you a kiss on the head and walking to the living room. “Im being serious" you shout through to him. “Whatever you say" he shout back in a sing song tone.

You huff and clean the kitchen up thinking of how to get out of going to a abandoned building. All day you were trying to get out of it. You ignored him which ended up in him tickling you and giving up with that. You make him a really nice lunch which doesn't work. Pretend to being ill but ‘the ghosts aren't going to catch your fake cold’. So when the clock struck 6 you knew you only had one chance, so you ran upstairs and went into your underwear draw and get the set that was at the bottom. You pull on the black and red lingerie and place you dressing gown over the top. You walk downstairs and into the lounge stopping in front of joe who's on his phone. You place a hand on his knee and take the phone out of his hand placing it on the sofa. Joe has the perfect view down you dressing gown and look into your eyes.

“Babe I know what you're trying to do and I really like it. Your sexy body isn't going to get you out of this. If you want to fit a quick one in we have 15 minutes until Elliot gets here” he says giving you a kiss on your lips. You sigh and leave to go get changed. “Leave the underwear on babe never know the ghosts may like it as much as I do" he shouts up the stairs. You roll you eyes and change into some leggings and one of joe's jumpers to keep you warm out in the cold. You and Joe wait for Elliott to arrive and get all of the equipment ready. Flashlights, gopro's, cameras and box which they smuggled in the bag when you ‘wasn't looking’, you all grabbed the 3 backpack and shoved them into the car. You pull on your trainers, wooly hat and gloves and prepare yourself for night you're going to experience. You drive for about 45 minutes through some sketchy areas and woods before arriving to a long driveway. Once the cars parked so it's kinda hidden but also available for an easy escape Joe turns the camera on and starts the video.

“Hullo, it's Joe, Elliott and (y/n) reporting to you from the famous haunted mental asylum" he starts and you sit in the back looking around. He starts talking about the history but before he turns of the camera he shoves it in your face.

“You good (Y/n)?” joe asks. You give him a glare behind the camera and look into the camera. “I was brought here without my permission. And if I die and the police find this then you will know how I didn't want to do this" you say. You all climb out the car and you instantly grab onto Joe's arm. “Calm down (y/n)” he says almost as if it would calm the 100 thoughts running through you mind. You tut and let go of his arm. “Don't worry  (y/n) i'll save you from the ghosts" Elliot says throwing an arm around your shoulder and winking at the camera. You giggle and see the jealousy rise in Joe's eyes and his body tense due to you being in someone's arms that aren't his. Although it was only a joke with Elliot he grabs your hand and pulls you to him and starts talking to the camera. You shine your torch ahead an start to see the roof and chimneys through the trees. “Ahh" you hear a high pitch scream making you and Joe stop in your tracks and look around to see Elliot in a fight with a bush that managed to scratch him. You and joe erupt into laughter and help Elliot out the bush. Once making it to the clearing you all stand glancing at the almost mansion sized building in front of you. “Guys we have made it to the famous mental asylum and hopefully (y/n) won't go anymore mental" Joe says almost crouching as he speaks to them, but that doesn't stop you giving him a slight slap on his arm. “You deserved that bro" Elliot chuckles filming on the second camera catching the moment that just happened.

“Right boys and girls,” Joe begins before being interrupted when a sound of a rock of something get thrown. “What was that then" he asks looking out to the distance. He starts walking toward where the sound came from.

“Woah Joe are you mad. Why are you going over there it could be someone trying to hit us” you warn grabbing Joe to stop him going.

“believe it or not (y/n) that is the only entrance over there” joe explains pointing to a broken dirty white door. You sigh and make sure Elliot is still with you before walking over to the door. When you arrive at the door there's shattered glass and broken wood surrounding the building. Taking a glance inside you follow after Joe then Elliot climbs through after you. “Alright I know exactly where we need to go. But I want to tell all you sexy spirits that we aren't here to hurt you as long as dont try it on with my girlfriend. She has some checky lingerie on and that's for my eyes only" joe shouts into the mental asylum. “JOE-" You try to shout at him to be cut off by Elliot placing his hand over you mouth hushing you. Starting to lash out and panic you hit him by accident making him let go. “jesus (y/n) I didn't want you to shout I heard something.” After multiple apologises we walked a little further into the building to what seemed like a hall.

“look the wheelie bin is still here" Elliot exclaimed running over to the bin. I take the camera of Joe and he goes over climbing in. They play around with it for a while before getting bored and we venture upstairs. When you reach the top stairs you hear a loud smash. “What was that" you whisper and the boys shake their head looking at you showing that they have no clue just like you.

“If there is anyone here please we're not gonna hurt you so please don't hurt us” you shout getting a sudden burst of confidence. When you hear no replys you look at the boys who decide to carry on to the room they wanted to show you the most. They stand by the door and gesture you to open it. “Are you crazy?” you ask almost laughing in disbelief.

“come one (y/n) what are you scared of” Joe asks getting closer to your face.

“Jesus Joe stop messing around” you huff reaching for the door handle and then kicking the door open. A creak echoes through the building followed by a bang as the door hits the wall. “calm down (y/n) the building falling apart as it is. Don't need your help.” Elliot says walking into the room to the table which happened to be the only piece of furniture. You and joe follow taking the backpacks off and placing them on the floor. Meanwhile Elliot places his on the table and takes out the box. You instantly recognize it from a previous video and instructed joe strongly not to bring it into the house. “why do you have a Ouija board? Joe have you been keeping this in the same house as me? Were not doing this!” you ramble on getting frustrated and panicking. Joe comes round the table and puts his hands on your shoulders. “Don't worry Elliots kept it has his house and nothing's going to happen to you as long as we say goodbye. I promise" he says staring into your eyes. You start to calm slightly and look over the now set board. Taking deep breaths you consider if you're going to do this or not. You look up and both the boys are looking at you. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to" joe say in a soft tone. Slowly you lift your shaky hand and place two fingers in the pointer. The boys follow and joe open the session. “Can I ask the first question?” you ask the boys. Nodding it pushes you to go on. “Are you going to hurt us?” you question kind of hoping you don't receive a reply. Slowly your hands are glided to yes and you start to freak before it starts to move again to no. “Do you want us to leave?” Joe asks and it moves to yes. “Then we will leave but first tell us your name" you look up at him and didn't realise a name was being spelt out before you. E. M. I. L. Y. “How old are you?” You ask not registering what you saying. 2. 2. It replies. You feel a weight being put on your shoulders after the numbers come through. “Am I feeling your sadness" at this point the boys are looking and watching your every move amazed at the event unfolding. It moves to yes and you get the strong urge to say goodbye. D.A.N.G.E.R was spelt out and all 3 of you instantly say good bye to emily.  “You okay" Joe asks wrapping an arm around you as you 3 start to walk out the room.  “Erm guys I dont wanna ruin your moment but i think you should look at this” Elliot says from across the hall where he was taking clip for the video. You walk into the room probably not very bigger than the one you and joe shared at home. Looking around you could tell a girl probably stayed in her. You walk to elliot and find him holding a photograph. He hands it over, there stands a tall girl her hair flowing down to her chest , wearing a knee length flowing skirt. She looked like she in her late teens standing next to a woman you start to recognise.

“(y/n) is it me or does that look like your mum" joe points out your thought looking over your shoulder at the picture.  “I think you should turn it over" Elliot suggest. Flipping over the thin piece of paper their wrote “sum 2010. Em & mum"

Hehe cliffe hanger i will continue soon enough little chums 💖