#He’s a hypocrite like oh THESE guys can get killed for the shits n giggles but ME?? Nawww I need to live 😇

[peteytheparrot]

Heaven's doors were miles away

Obsessed with a cure for a new variant of rabies causing the apocalypse, Victor tries to help others in sick and twisted ways that involve killing lab specimens for sport if a vaccine doesn’t work properly. Although, he himself also was a lab specimen at one point, causing him to try to find and inject new vaccines into himself, but it’s killing him, just slower than the rabies.

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: jungkook picks y/n up from class & all eyes are on him

➺ pairing; badboy!jungkook x y/n 

➺ wordcount; 1.6k

➺ p.s. yes i’m aware this REEKS of 2012 wattpad clichés and i basically groaned and rolled my eyes the entire time i was writing this but i’m trying to redeem myself from the tragedy that was the 2018!badboykook fic and 2021!cee needed to get this out of her system!!! and sometimes cheesy things are good for the soul!! please enjoy this teeny tidbit and feel free to roll ur eyes with me 

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the maker of course :-))) 

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“can’t you ask jungkook to get us in?” jimin sighs frustratedly, nudging you with his elbow before reaching over and pulling the door open for you, “come on… this is going to be the party of the semester! we can’t miss it!”

“i’m sure there’ll be a big ol’ party next semester, jimin-” you roll your eyes playfully before shaking your head, “besides, we’ve been to dozens of parties already! the world isn’t going to end if we don’t go to this one, right?”

“but kim taehyung is hosting this one!” jimin exclaims, grabbing onto your elbow before giving you a shake, “and his parties are legendary. do you know what people are going to say if they find out i wasn’t there??”

good grief

you’ve come to really like jimin in the five-ish months that you’ve gotten to know him, but if there’s one thing you could change about him it’d be his obsession with campus parties

(sometimes you think that jimin probably wouldn’t hang around you as much if you weren’t dating jungkook and his magical ability to get into pretty much any party possible... but that’s a conversation you can have with him another day.)

“you care far too much about what people think.” you frown, shaking your head in disappointment, “i promise you no one’s going to care when you tell them you weren’t at one party-”

“come on…! please??” your eyes widen when jimin stops in his tracks and stomps down on the ground like a petulant child, his plush bottom lip pushed out in a pathetic little pout, “don’t do this to me, huh? just- just bring it up to jungkook and see what he says- promise me you’ll ask jungkook- please please please-”

“okay, okay!” you turn around to face jimin before letting out a huff, “fine. if it’ll get you to stop whining, i promise you i’ll ask jungkook about getting you-”

“-us-”

“-us- getting us into this dumb party.” you smile, crossing your fingers behind your back, “happy?”  

you most certainly will noT be asking jungkook about getting you guys into this party because you’re sick of going to parties!

sure, this is all part of your ~university experience~ but that doesn’t mean you have to go to a party every other weekend

you’d love to just stay in and sleep

god, you’d kill for a good, long night of sleep...

even thinking about it now is making you drowsy

“mhm!” jimin’s face immediately lights up in a delighted smile before he points over your shoulder, “you can ask him right now.”

“ask him n-” you glance over your shoulder, eyes widening in surprise to see jungkook waiting for you by the sidewalk, “-ow... uh, perfect!”

jungkook’s here!

...you… weren’t expecting him to be... here...

jungkook gives a couple of girls a polite smile and a nod of acknowledgement as they walk past him with flirty giggles

“okay, uh-” you turn back to give jimin a stiff smile before crinkling your nose and holding a finger up, “would you mind waiting here for me?”

“i'll wait as long as you want me to as long as you get us into that party-!” jimin calls out after you as you hurry down the brick steps to jungkook

“holy shit. i’d love give his motorcycle a ride-” 

“mhm, any day... any day!” 

you stumble over your feet a little as two girls brush past you from behind, leaving a trail of sweet-smelling perfume tickling at your nose

“hey, there you are!” a grin spreads on jungkook’s face when he sees you coming towards him, pushing himself up so he’s not leaning against his motorcycle, “i was worried i was at the wrong building.”

“uh-huh, so what are you-” you clear your throat quietly before letting out a nervous chuckle, giving your boyfriend a chummy, super casual and not at all romantic punch to the chest, “what are you, uh, doing… here?”

“picking you up from… class?” he mocks your high-pitched tone with a boyish smile before pursing his lips, “you are done for the day, right? that’s what your schedule says.”

“yeah, i’m done, i just- wait a minute-” you frown, your eyes flickering to the side as you try to recall jungkook’s schedule, “shouldn’t you be in a biology lecture right now?”

“the prof dismissed us, like, forty minutes early.” jungkook shrugs, “so i thought i’d come and pick you up so that you didn’t have to walk all the way back to your dorm to meet m-”

“-why’d you take the bandaids off your cheek?” you interrupt him suddenly as you reach up to cup his face, gently brushing your thumb over the healing cut on his cheekbone (he was half-asleep and walked directly into the frame of the bathroom door), “i told you to keep them on for another day. i was going to take them off for you tonight.”

“they made me look lame.” he scrunches his nose and you immediately frown in disapproval, “plus, showing off the cut makes me look so much cooler-”

“that’s not a legitimate excuse-”

“it so is!” jungkook turns his head before pointing at it, “look at that and tell me you don’t think i’m cool-”

it’s not that you don’t love that jungkook knows what time you finish class and where exactly to pick you up (swoon!)- the thing that’s making you nervous is the fact that people naturally seem to just... stare at him whenever he’s around

to be fair, you would stare too if you didn’t know him!

the all-black outfit, the perfectly tousled hair that never seems to be out of place, the obviously very handsome face, and the shiny shiny motorcycle that makes a very obnoxious vrOOm-vroOOom sound whenever he revs the engines

you’re not embarrassed to be seen with him because you are very!!! fond of your boyfriend but…

well, it’s just that if they’re staring at him, they’re most definitely staring at you, too  

and sometimes you worry that you don’t look very compatible with jungkook... and then you worry that people are laughing at you and only you... and then you wonder what people mutter to each other whenever they walk past you two and give you that awful ‘how did someone like you land someone like him?’ stare... and then you feel like you have to prove that you’re dating jungkook but you don’t want to make a scene...

it certainly doesn’t help that there are rubber-duckies on your socks

also, it’s hitting you now that it’s pretty hypocritical to call jimin out on how intense he is about other people’s opinions of him when you’re so in your head about this

jungkook tilts his head curiously when he notices you glancing around like there’s a big target on your back and he resists the urge to snort

he knows exactly why you’re so twitchy, and as much as he wants to reassure you and tell you that literally no one is paying attention to the two of you - and even if they did, who cares? - ...well, he’s allowed to have his fun, isn’t he?  

“oh, what’s the matter, sweet girl? you still embarrassed to be seen with me?” jungkook coos mockingly, slipping an arm around your waist as he pulls you in towards him with a cheeky grin, “hm? don’t want anyone to see your big, bad boyfriend?”

“jungkook-!” you grip onto his forearm in alarm when he leans in, nudging his nose under your jaw so he can give the side of your neck a teasing bite, “cut it out, you weirdo-” your face immediately goes bright pink and you reach up to flatten your palm against his chest to create some distance, “jimin’s still over there-”

“is he?” jungkook hums, giving your warm cheek a kiss before pulling away and looking up towards the staircase, “ah, yep. i see him...” he gives jimin a wave accompanied with a friendly smile and jimin takes that as a sign to come over and join you two

“oh, god. he’s coming over.” jungkook keeps the smile on his face as he looks back down at you, “please tell me he’s not about to ask me about another party. i’m starting to worry that the number of times i’ve asked to come to a party is starting to make me look desperate for socialization- hey, jimin!”

you turn around so you can face jimin and jungkook reaches down to link his fingers with yours  

“hey, bro!!!!” jimin greets a little too enthusiastically as he holds up his fist for a bump, jungkook’s eyes flicking down to it before he reluctantly raises his own arm to bump his fist against jimin’s, “so, like, i’m sure y/n’s already debriefed you on kim taehyung’s party-”

“ah, yeah. taehyung’s party- you sure you wanna go to that one?” jungkook frowns as he glances back down at you, “because taehyung’s from one of the sleazier frats-”

“i heard they pop open bottles of champagne and spray them, like, all over everyone-” jimin gushes, jungkook raising a brow before chuckling lightly

“and you… want that?”

“it’ll look great on my instagram highlights.”

“that… yeah, that’s a bonus for sure.” jungkook gives your hand a squeeze and you bite back a giggle, “who cares about wasting multiple bottles of expensive champagne when they make for a great instagram highlight?”

“see? you get it!” jimin chirps before looking over at you, “he gets it, y/n.”

“mm, he certainly does.”

(jungkook likes jimin, it’s just that he thinks he’s a little too eager about his place on the social ladder sometimes…)

“oh, and don’t worry-” jimin beams, “y/n and i won’t abandon you at the party or anything because i hear their house is huge-”

“yeah, because i’m the third wheel in this trio.”

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[creepytoes88]

His cumslut

Letting Vinnie do basically whatever he wants tends to benefit me more then most people might think. My best friends are always saying I’m gonna regret letting him go to whatever party or anyone's house. They say he’s a hypocrite because he always has tabs on where I'm at and who I'm with honesty it does get annoying at times but he can't help that he has trust issues. I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to being his girlfriend he has had a bad past with every girlfriend he's had, all of them have cheated and every girl he got with outside of a relationship just uses him. He was very clear on how he feels about unnecessarily revealing clothes “Wear what you want but if I have to kill a guy tonight I'm punishing you when we get home.”

A very common phase he uses but that's the worst of it I don't mind telling him who I'm with or where I am, I never ask him where he is because because I know he won't go looking around anywhere else. I've explained this to them a thousand times “Well tell us why your so confident he won't cheat” I blush slightly and shrug “YOU DO THIS EVERYTIME” I look down “it’s personal” they look at each other and laugh “tell us you prude” I chuckle slightly “promise no Judgement or making fun of me!” they both hold out their pinkeys and nod “wellllll...I let him do whatever he wants-” kay laughs “Yea we know” I look down “i mean anything” I slowly look back up “what he says goes.... Don't wear clothes for the rest of the week.....suddenly I'm busy all week” they look at me dumbfounded “of course there are exceptions but I let him have complete control with the sexual side of the relationship.” I say with a small smile “and he's good at it too” they look at each other and look back at me before busting out in laughter, “no wonder your not worried...your his sex slave” I tilt my head Vinnie had never used that term with me, I grew up with Vinnie me and him went to school together we weren't close till middle school we decided in freshman that we would be best as friends. The second week him and I were in LA we went to a party and ended up hooking up I was a virgin, and I thought it was gonna ruin everything but to my surprise, we just kept getting more and more serious.

After 5 months of living in the sway house, we moved out into our little house, our sex life completely changed when we no longer had people living with us. Vinnie told me his sexual dreams of having me whenever he damn well pleased and having me wear things he likes. Vinnie makes jokes about it but in real life I'm only allowed to call him Vinnie if we're in public inside the house his name is Daddy and that alone. The first time we had a fight in the house I called him by his name and he simply picked me up threw me over the couch, he edged me for hours when he finally let me release the power of it made me faint for a minute scaring the the absolute shit out of Vinnie. ”Honestly your not wrong...he’s never called me that but I guess your kinda right” they are quite for a second so I look at them “what” they look at each other before kay takes a deep breath “are you happy though, Outside of the sex he not controlling or pushy?” I smile “oh he's perfect and so sweet to me honestly I'm more worried of hurting his feelings.” I feel my phone vibrant and then Vinnie’s ring tone I answer quickly wondering why he didn't face time me or text me “hey bab-” I hear him breathing deeply “whats wrong?” I ask with worry “I really need you to head home now baby I’ve had a very long day and I need to release some tension.”

I feel shivers go down my spine and I feel myself already starting to get wet I let out a fake sigh “alright Vinnie if it’s that important I’ll be home in 10 minutes” hoping the girls won’t think it’s about something dirty. Vinnie lets out a chuckle “they are still giving you shit about me?” I laugh “I’ll be home soon I love you” I hung up and give the girls an apologetic face “girls I’m-“ they laugh and stand up “it’s okay Y/n we don’t want him to throw a tantrum because your not naked when you get there” I gasp turning around seeing their playful faces “you guys are ridiculous.” We all laugh as we go separate ways, I get in my car rushing home I want to beat him to the house so I can keep the plan of being naked. The second I step in the house I start stripping and then as I’m about to pull my skirt off I hear a door slam. I gasp and rush upstairs flinging my clothes off just leaving them there. I hear the Door open then slam shut I jump on the bed quickly, I place my head and chest against the bed my ass in the air. I spread my legs as far as possible trying to calm my breathing my heart is basically beating out of my chest as I wait for him patiently.

Vinnie's POV

I pull in to the house and shut off the car taking a deep breath ”Vinnie it's not Y/n’s fault that Justin is a dumbass” I say to myself getting out of the car I slam the door releasing as much anger as possible before going in the house to my beautiful wife to be. I will marry this woman she's everything I've ever wanted or needed but now isn't the time for marriage or at least that's what I keep telling myself walking in to the house and slamming that door too I am already kinda feeling better I'm still fucking pissed but I'm not raging anymore I toss my keys into the bowl and take off my shoes seeing hers just tossed to the side unlike usual. I walking into the living room to see her shirt and bra on the floor I smirk and walk up to the stairs seeing her skirt and her panties along with her socks right outside the closed door. “Hello my love-” I walk in to see her bent over with her ass in the air, her beautiful flower on full display along with her cute little button. The sight takes my breath away I can see her arousal dripping down her legs “well aren't you just the prettiest view.”

I see her wiggle her squishy cheeks making me laugh a little “wanna give Daddy a little dance show princess?” I was kidding but my baby never disappoints she immediately started to shake her butt to an imaginary song I watch with my mouth open a little I truly didn't know she was capable of dancing that way. I watch in awe as she began to make her ass clap (as one does💀) I grunt as I feel my dick become impossibly hard I began to take my clothes off as I pull down my boxers. My cock slaps against my lower stomach making my stomach twist I grab ahold of it watching as large amounts of pre-cum slip out. I swiping my tip letting out a little grunt, I hear her call my name I look up at her to see her look at me from between her legs “can I help?” she asks as she bites her lip. I immediately let go and I feel another large amount of pre-cum drip down my staff again making me blush slightly no one makes me as horny as she does.

Y/n’s POV

I jump up from my spot I roll off the bed dropping to my knees in front of him I take both my hands and intertwine them with his big warm hands. First I lick up the line of pre-cum that's made its way to his balls all the way back to his tip before sinking down till he hit the back of my throat. Vinnie lets out a gasp rocking his hips against my face pushing the rest of his cock down my throat a gag comes out as a result but I continue to bob my head and suck I pull my head off taking a breath or two before opening back up and taking him all the way till my nose is pushed against his naval. The prickly hair tickling my nose I let out a small giggle “Oh fuck what was that” Vinnie moans above me and he grabs the back of my head by my hair in a fist “I'm gonna fuck your throat baby are you ready?” I nod my head best I can with his thick and long cock stuffed in my throat and blocking my airway. He pulls back till his tip is almost out before thrusting back in a popping and gagging sound come from my throat and my eyes rolls to the back of my head. I never thought I would get so much pleasure from giving a man head in my life but something about his taste and the feeling of him stuffing my throat that I just can't get enough of. Once I spent a whole day just sucking his dick he came in my mouth and down my throat too many times to count I had a little stomach bulge after and it kinda looked like a food baby. I remember Vinnie asked if that meant I was technically carrying his children now I smile slightly at the memory but I'm brought back to reality when I hear him calling my name “oh fuckfuckfuck” he pushes his cock as far down my throat as possible “Shit Y/n fuck baby!” shooting a long, and hot load down my throat I grab his hips gargling my throat around his cock making him jump and try to pull away as he continues to cum down my throat. He succeeded in pulling out and the last little bit of cum landing on my tongue “mmmm Daddy you taste so good” I say licking my lips I use my finger to the the rest off my chin and off his tummy I look in his eyes at I take the finger and put in my mouth moaning at the taste again. “Fuck Princess you enjoy that way to much don't you think?” he laughs as he lays down on the bed “my balls hurt” he laughs I crawl back on top of him kissing his cheeks and finally his lips “you taste so good though Daddy, I just can't get enough of you.” I run my hands threw his hair “give me like 10 minutes and ill make you feel so good baby” he says as he kissed my neck I sit beside him rubbing his god like body (somebody said something about licking his biceps in the comments as I kinda like that idea so enjoy)

I run my hands over his shoulders and down his arms admiring his gorgeous skin I feel the need to worship him show him just how much of a slave for him I am he doesn't need to tell me I'm his slave, I already know I am and I'm gonna show him. “Mmm Daddy let me worship you” I whine as I began to kiss his chest and shoulders I run my hands up and down his toned stomach I began to kitten lick his hard muscles sucking little hickeys while I'm at it. “Fuck Princess what did you say” I start to kiss and lick his abs my hands rubbing his hard thighs pulling away I say “when I was at lunch with the girls I finally told them the truth about why I trust you so much they called me your sex slave.” I stop and begin to leave hickeys all over his hips and sex lines his hard cock brushing my cheeks and chin “I thought about it and I agree and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way” I lean down kissing his lips “oh princess I'm gonna make you more then just my sex slave” I sinister smile runs across his face and gleam appears in his eyes “I'm gonna make you my cumslut and your gonna beg for my cum....well everywhere if I have it my way.” he says looking in my eyes I feel a blush run on my cheeks and an excited shiver run down my back “you know you'll have it your way Daddy that my job right?” I say with a cute smile tilting my head trying to look innocent Vinnie let's put a dark chuckle “I can't wait to ruin you and really turn you into my cumslut” he pulls me down before flipping us over so he's on top “you won't be able to think about anything else except the way it feels for me to cum in your beautiful body” that sentence sent a violent shiver down my spine, I just got on birth control a little over 2 weeks ago but we haven't had raw sex quite yet mostly because we wanted to be sure the birth control is in full effect before taking the chance. (let's pretend you can't get pregnant on birth control at all lmao) I guess now is better than never “please Daddy make me your cum slut” I whine hooking my leg around his hip running my hands threw his hair.

Vinnie’s POV

My poor little bunny had no idea what she was doing to me as far as she's concerned these are just words flying out of her mouth but to me they are her words of true love and true trust. She trusts me enough to control her body and soon her mind, once she falls into the state of a cumslut I know she won't be able to control her body or her mind hopefully she feels relaxed in that state. The last thing I would want is for her to have a bad experience with me being the one in charge. I push my head into her neck running my staff between her slick lips a small moan falls from her lips “thank you, baby, I won't disappoint you I promise.” I kiss her lips once more before grabbing ahold of both of her legs pushing my spongy tip into her entrance the feeling completely different from when I have a condom on I let out a low gasp. Goosebumps pop up on my skin and a shiver runs down my spine as I pull out a light popping noise is made “UGH FUCK YOUR SO TIGHT” I let out a loud moan throwing my head back. I look back down seeing my sweet girl looking back up at me with wide innocent eyes and her mouth slightly open her hands hold tight onto my shoulders without even thinking I push inside of her both of us moaning as her wet walls fluttering around my dick about sending me into orbit I quickly bottom out letting out a grunt using my free hand to move her hair out of her face “F-fuck Daddy please I want you to use me” I began to jackhammer into her feeling her wall pulse around me her loud moans filling my ears as I pick up her legs pushing them into her shoulders feeling myself go further inside of her “Da-DADDY” I chuckle “what baby is there something you want” she whines and grinds her hips into me making me go even further if that's possible. “Daddy please cum inside of me I wanna feel it” Her little body was shivering, I feel my balls tighten so I began to rapidly pound inside of her “OH YESSS IM CUMMMING” she yells out thrusting her hips up. I grunt pushing as far into her as I can releasing deep inside of her, I look down to see her tense and shivering “you ok bunny,” I ask slightly worried “i-so um I-please” I look at her slightly confused “what baby?” I say with a little laugh I see her open her eyes a little before spreading her legs again “more please.” she whines out I drop my mouth open at my cute little whiney mess “oh princess you have no clue what you just did”

I have other things coming but should I make a part 2 to this

[sibsteria]

cheatercheater [rob benedict]

prompts: ''I'm going to kill you!'', ''I can't believe you.'', ''she's not yours'', ''thanks for nothing''

summary: your fiancé and partner of three years cheats on you, little to your knowledge it's not the first time, but this is the first time at a con.

characters: Rob Benedict, Richard Speight, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Sebastian Roche, Mark Pellegrino

warnings: big time angst, fluffy rob, damn this was long [2139 word count]

part 1/2 | part 2 here

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It was the end of the con and I snickered at the banter between Rob and Rich as we walked to drop me off to Jensen, he told me to meet me by the public restrooms, romantic right? He said he wouldn't be long out.

''He literally just stood there! I'm not even kidding.'' Rob's voice frequented between pitches as we laughed at the anecdote.

''Seriously, how do you cope with each other?'' I cackled as I held onto Rich for support. We entered the small hallway before the disabled toilets and waited for my mans. I looked at Rob, someone I could never have, this put a damper on my mood. Way before I dated Jensen, I sort of had an eye for the bubbly rock god, but he was always in a relationship. So, of course when I get engaged, he's single.

We waited for around in silence on our phones for ten minutes, the disabled toilets locked, I knock on the door.

''Um, be out in a minute!'' I hear a girl yell, followed by a giggle. I tighten up, Rich notices this and whispers to me.

''I'm sure we're just at the wrong ones, text Jen.'' I do as he says and pull out my phone and message him, hearing a ping come from behind the locked door, this is too much of a coincidence.

''Fuck, I'm late.'' That is so clearly Jensen's voice that I don't even miss a beat before taking out a penny and hijacking the door. Kicking it open, with a blank emotion surging through my face, I don't believe what I'm looking at.

''What a lovely surprise.'' My voice dripping in sarcasm, the venom was paralyzing.

''Shit! Y/n, no! It's not what you think, I promise. God, I said to wait outside here.'' His voice is cracking and frantic as he zips up his fly.

''I really don't think arguing about this is wise, you literally have lipstick on you're mouth and I don't fuck with that. I can't believe you. I get that we aren't doing great, but really?!'' My voice began to raise at the end of my speech.

''What the shit, Ackles?!'' I hear Rob's voice from behind me, not in the usual tone I'm used to.

''I-I don't want to hurt you, never have-'' I cut him off, scoffing.

''Never wanted to hurt me? Well it's too fucking late for that, isn't it?!'' I slip off the beautiful engagement ring entrapped around my finger and flick it to his direction, not really caring where it ends up.

''Please, can we talk about thi-'' This time it wasn't me interrupting.

''Can't you see, Jensen? You've fucked up. She's not yours anymore, and to be frank I respect her for not punching you. You're lucky I have self control, right now.'' Rob's eyebrows are lowered, fierce. His eyes radiating an anger I'd never seen on him, his jaw stiff.

''Shut the hell up, Benedict! This is your fucking fault!'' I could kill him right now.

''No, you don't get to talk to him like that, not after this. I'm leaving, find yourself another hotel room to sleep in, because you're not coming back to ours. We're so done.'' My pitch is lowered, fragile, vulnerable. ''Thanks for nothing, Ackles.'' The hurt reflected from my eyes into his and he looked away, cowardly, unable to face his mistakes.

''Come on, it's time we go, I'll walk you back to your room.'' Rich wraps a comforting arm around me, whilst glaring intensely at Jensen.

''I will too, just to reassure you not all men deserve the death penalty.'' Rob rolls his eyes at the cowardly Jensen and leads the three of us out of the venue. The hotel wasn't far, the car ride back was silent, but not awkward.

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''Can you believe him?'' I whimper out, the volume of my voice small and meek.

''No, I seriously can't. He had everything anyone could have wanted, a loving fiancé and a happy life. What a fucking waste.'' Rob looked at me, a hand stroking the back of my head as the three of us sat in an arrangement of positions in my hotel room.

''He'd better not show up, I don't think I'd hold back like you did Rob, I'll kick his skull in.'' Rich stirs the brews he had been occupied with, bringing one over for me and Rob before reaching for his. Just as irony would have it, a knock sounded from the door.

''I'll get it.'' Rob stood, bee-lining for the door. ''I swear to- Jared?'' He raises an eyebrow, confusion underlying on his lips.

''I-I heard what happened, he asked me to share my hotel room but I said no and I asked why, it got all emotional and- well, I'm here to confess something, can I come in?'' Jared's hand rested on his neck, a pink-ish embarrassment settled on his cheeks.

''Of course.'' Rob gestured for him to come inside, before texting Sebastian and Mark to meet at your room in twenty.

''He doesn't know I'm here, I had to tell you. I don't know why I didn't say this sooner, maybe due to my loyalty to Jensen but- that...that wasn't the first time he's done that, Y/n. There was another time, on set, with one of the makeup girls. I'm so so sorry I never told you, I wish I di-'' I stopped him from his pity. We never talked much, he didn't know me like he knew Jensen. I respected his honesty, in a way.

''It's okay, there's no use now. I just wish I hadn't been such a...a fucking dumb bitch.'' For the first time since the incident, I cried, I cried hard. Rob nodded for Jared to leave it to him and Rich and he half-smiled back, complying.

''You are not a dumb bitch! He's the dumb bitch.'' Rich kissed my head, consoling me with my head buried in his chest. Rob unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, trying too cool himself.

''He's right, he's not worth your time or tears. You hardly work with him on set, if he talks to you, I'll break his face.'' I couldn't help but snort at that.

''You're not capable of breaking his face, you're the softest guy I know, no offense. That's a good thing.'' I shrug, tears still rolling down my face.

''You know, I'm not even that angry or sad about our break-up. Just at him for cheating on me, that can't be all I'm worth. I guess I could see what was coming with us, I just didn't think he's stoop that low.'' My voice breaks at multiple points.

''You're worth so much, I promise you, priceless. Were things not running smoothly with you guys?'' Richard asks, more concern on his features, if that was possible.

''Ha! Things running is the way to explain it. Things were just running.'' I wipe the tears and snot off my face before lying my head on Rob's lap.

''Why didn't you say anything? You know we support you, everyone does.'' Robs runs his hands through my sweaty hair, not caring about the state it's in from my distress.

''I thought it was just a rough patch, he thought I liked this guy-'' Rob cuts me off.

''Me? He said something back there and I'm just putting two and two together.'' He shrugs, although I couldn't see it.

''Yeah, he wouldn't listen to me when I said we were just close, like I am with both of you.'' I motion to Richard.

Another knock rapped at the door, Rob once again answered, I sat up from his lap and curled my legs into my chest on the sofa.

''Sebas-'' He stops. ''You.'' His voice is gruff and angry.

''Oh, so you're having a threesome with R2 now? That took you no time at all, Y/n.'' Jensen looked at the shirt that fitted Rob, the hurt in Jensen's voice wasn't overlooked, but no one cared.

''No. We are simply putting together the woman you shattered into pieces.'' Rob spits out.

''Just let me talk to her. That's all.'' Jensen's voice erupts from the echoing hotel hallway.

Rob laughs in his face, ''Talk? Of course you can, bud! Are you kidding? You are way past talking. Don't come near her or talk to her, unless it's for a scene on set which even then hardly happens.'' The passive aggressive mode of expression he used at the start was noticeable.

''Please-'' Sebastian and Mark see the commotion from the end of the hall and hurry to your hotel room.

''Woah! More people joining the party, way to be loving fiancé!'' He snaps at me, I storm up to the door, pulling the arriving duo inside.

''Did you even hear what I said? We. Are. Fucking. Done. I'll give you're luggage to Jared, later. Actually, no, I'll give it you now.'' I let go of Sebastian and Mark's hands, they go to ask Rich what's happened.

I grab his luggage still unzipped, aggressing across the room before throwing it out the hotel room, doing the same for all his cases whilst he shouts like a deranged Rachel Berry.

''Are you fucking serious, I love you!'' He screams, gripping on to my shoulders.

''Well, I don't love you! I tried to make it work, it's just not us!'' His grips tightens. ''Ow, you fucking bitch boy, get off!'' I growl, Rob punches him in order to get him off me, the hotel residents must be complaining now. I gasped, not expecting such a move from pacifist Rob.

''Don't fucking touch her, I'm going to kill you!'' Jensen stops before it could go any further.

''Fine. Have your way. Fuck Rob, fuck Rich for all I care. I knew you were in love with Benedict, this was all the confirming I needed.'' He hold his jaw, a gruff force in his vent. He zips up the two of his cases, barrelling the contents back into them.

''Fuck you!'' I screamed, red hot face, tears streaming down.

''Fuck you!'' He shouted back, it echoed through the building floor, I guess we can expect a call from reception soon.

I was shaking before Rob took me into his chest, sobbing.

''I-I-'' He shushed me, in a nurturing manner.

Rich started to explain to the two men that were awkwardly seated on the ugly red couch. All I could do was listen to the heart beat of the man holding me while I broke down, hearing the anger from the three behind us.

---

After a frustrating call from the hotel lobby, we break out the alcohol.

''He's such a hypocrite, he cheats and then comes in here, accusing me of shagging you all!'' I laugh at the hysterics of it all yet still fuming, I've calmed down after a couple shots of liquor from the mini bar- and I mean mini bar.

''Yeah- and then tries to say you're in love with Rob.'' Mark chuckles into his scotch.

My laugh is weak with no smile and R2 notice it, the others too busy loud-mouthing.

''Okay, it's late, and it's been a long day. I suggest we pack ourselves up and let the lady sleep.'' Rich takes the array of glasses to the sink, before ushering the boys and himself out, winking at Rob beforehand.

''Look, Y/n-'' Before he could start, I did.

''It's not a secret that I like you, Rob, not now. Do with it what you will, I've got baggage, whether you like me or not.'' I huff, wiping my hair from my face.

''I do, I really like you. I never said anything, because I thought you loved Jen, before you even dated. I thought there was a connection, I was wrong. But you and I? There's a connection and I know it, I've got baggage too. Please, not right away or even- right away, but give me chance to be the love he couldn't be.'' It was surreal to hear the words leave his mouth.

''As long as no one hears about this, apart from Rich because he's a fucking mind reader. I'll give you the biggest chance I can. It's been my dream since I met you.'' I confess, leaving his speech in the dust.

''Can I kiss you? Unless you're not ready for tha-'' Damn boy needs to shut his mouth.

I kiss him like I've never kissed anyone, pouring everything I have into it, his hands holding my head with care.

''Don't say anything, just be here tonight?'' He knew I wasn't asking to fuck, I just wanted comfort and company.

He nodded and joined me in the open bedroom, he stripped down to his underwear and I did the same, fishing out a shirt for me as well. We had changed in front of each other before, awkwardness, who?

''Sorry I don't have anything for you except a random shirt that fell out of his luggage. And you're not wearing that.'' He smiles and brings me into a hug when I lay on the covers, too warm for the duvet.

''I don't care.''

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Based on a True Story

Summary: there's this boy who makes you super uncomfy and doesnt take a hit, but you're to sweet to tell him to back off. Katsuki Bakugou, the more blunt end of the friendship, is happy to tell him off and free you from that sorry bastard.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: possible tw, a lot of swearing and some pretty colorful insults, there are guys that are really fucking creepy, based on the actual events of February 7th, 2021 at around 10:30 pm

A/N: this was very very rushed, I just wanted to write myself some comfort real quick and go to bed last night and I didn't have time to properly edit! I'm really proud of some of the banter lmao, please enjoy and never be afraid to punt a ballsack! I'll add tags later🙄🙄🙄

A message popped up on your screen and your once neutral expression went sour. Slamming the face of your phone onto your pillow, you groaned angrily into your bedspread, catching the attention of a certain ash blonde sitting in your comfy desk chair a few feet away. Katsuki Bakugou, one of your best friends, gave a questioning glance but refused to meet his ember gaze

“What’s your deal?” He asked, not letting his genuine curiosity as to why there was such a pained look on your face, show.

You opened your mouth but paused.

Katsuki already knew about this boy and scolded you every time he saw his name pop up in your notifications, telling you to ‘fucking block him already’ for the umpteenth time. It wasn’t like you had feelings for the guy anymore, you were just too nice and polite to cut him off completely and tell him to go fuck himself.

The ash-blonde had already volunteered to do it for you, but you always said no because you knew he’d just find another way to contact you.

“It’s that piss baby again isn’t it?” 

“Yeah…”

“Wow, did you just agree with one of my insults?”

“Suki, I’m about to take you up on your offer to tell him to go fuck himself.”

He snickered, “Now you’re talking sense. What the hell is that pansy bitching about now?”

You sigh and roll over on your back and Katsuki moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I cut him off for a while, I really did! It felt so good to be free of him, but then he got my number again and started bothering me a few days ago. I saw him at school yesterday and told him I wasn’t interested in dating at all and he was like whatever so I honestly thought he could keep it in his pants and we could just be friends but nooo! He calls me a simp for anime guys, I tell him to stop being a hypocrite because he used to simp for me and he was like “I still do. You’re the only one” yeah like I’m stupid enough to actually believe that!”

You paused to catch your breath, but before you could start speaking again Katsuki interjected, “Well, you are stupid…”

You socked him in the bicep and he hunched over laughing. You looked so fucking adorable when you got royally pissed at him.

“Oh go to hell.” You snapped, crossing your arms and continuing, “Anyway, this guy used to simp for my goddamn sister! Not only do I reject being a replacement for her, but if she rejected his sorry ass, that means he’s a huge piece of shit because she’s super picky.”

“I might’ve mentioned that once or twice-”

You punched him again to shut him up. “Plus he’s super creepy and gross and it always feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes and whenever he’s around I want to dive into a pool full of only chlorine and drink it. I’m just trying to coexist and just be nice to him but apparently, a female looking in his general direction means that they want dicked down by his micropenis. He’s so fucking dense too. Why can’t he see that I’m not interested, especially after I EXPLICITLY told him that?!”

By that point, you were on the verge of frustrated tears, bottom lip trembling just slightly with bottled up emotion.

Katsuki could see it.

You felt trapped in something you never signed up for and you’d do anything to get out. All of this frustration had been stored inside of you for so long and it just kept mounting and multiplying until you burst into tears.

“Goddammit, come here dumbass,” He growled, gathering you into a warm embrace, “You can’t keep all this bs inside okay?”

He let you sob into his shoulder, one calloused hand supporting the base of your neck and the other crossed firmly over your back so you’d feel safe and secure; away from the world full of horrible people and into a small one of just your best friend’s warmth and the sweet sweet scent of caramel.

“Why don’t you listen to me? You’re just too fucking nice to every shitty dickhead that sees you as an easy, fuckable target. Something really fucking bad is gonna happen to you if you don’t shape up and learn how to punt a dude’s excuse for a ballsack and tell him what you really think.”

You raised your head from the solace of his shoulder to look at him with big, reproachful doe eyes and whimpered, “I tried that!”

“Have you tried punting their fucking balls first?”

“No… that would hurt.”

“That’s the point.”

“But if I did it without reason I could get suspended or charged with aggravated assault!”

It was Katsuki’s turn to sigh.

“That’s not the point dumbass, the point is that you need to tell these bastards off when they start getting creepy. You know what? Why don’t you just fucking ignore their sorry asses in the first place!”

You sniffle and drag a hand over your cheek to dry your tears, then resume your position with your face in the crook of your best friend’s neck.

“I feel bad for them.”

“Well stop. I’m gonna call him now alright? After that, we’ll block his stupid ass on every fucking app, you hear me?”

You nod and hug him tighter as he leans forward to grab your phone and opens it with your passcode, swiftly finding his name in your contact list and pressing the call icon, then he tapped the speaker button and waited.

The call was picked up almost immediately and a voice on the other line said, “Hey cutie! I was just about to call and ask to see if you wanted to come over on-”

“She’s not here.” Katsuki cut him off with a dry snarl, “And last time I checked she wasn’t interested enough in your sorry ass for you to be calling her ‘cutie.’” 

You could almost hear his lip curl in utter disgust.

“Who the fuck are you?” The voice asked, dropping its sickeningly sweet tone to something more appropriate in light of the previous insult.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend you dickwad-” You popped up from your haven in surprise, mouth open to sputter in protest but he put a finger to your lips and smirked, “who the fuck are you?”

“No fucking way that whore has a boyfriend-”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me? Shut your mouth, you mother fucking pussy, insult her one more time and I’ll fuck you up so bad you won’t be recognizable by the time you get to the hospital.” He snapped back, “She’s crying right now because you’re too dense to realize she doesn’t want any business with some horse-faced piss baby like you. Take the hint right fucking now you useless bastard so you don’t make the mistake of coming near her again because I. Will. Kill. You. Delete this number because she’s too sweet to block you herself, but I will.”

“Fuck man, I was just tryna get laid. She’s the one who started rubbing herself all over me-”

“I said delete this number. Damn, you are a dense piece of shit aren’t you?”

“Hey, I-”

Katsuki pressed ‘end call’ and blocked his contact, moving from Instagram to Snapchat, to any social app you had, and blocked him left and right until he was satisfied.

“Feel better?” He asked softly, tossing your phone aside and peeling you off.

You carded a shaky hand through your hair and wiped your eyes, giving him a watery smile and a nod.

“Why did you tell him that we were in a relationship?” You asked, voice on the edge of a taunt.

“To make him mad.”

“I mean, it worked, but is that the only reason?” You giggled.

“The hell are you insinuating?”

“Do you… possibly by chance… have feelings for me?”

You batted your eyes at him and he retched, but the smirk was still present on his handsome features.

“What’s it to you?”

You squirm a bit, but something pops into your head so you can stall a bit longer.

“I mean, you’re not THAT ugly-”

He responded with a simple, harsh flick to the forehead to make you whine and try to whack him, but he easily intercepted your fist and pushed you on your back, caging you in nothing short of a horizontal kabedon.

It was your turn to smirk, “Yenno ‘Suki, I could very easily… oh what was your phrasing? ‘Punt your fucking balls’ in this position…”

“Just shut up and tell me what the hell you want.” Katsuki snapped.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You prod.

“You look like a pissed hamster when you’re mad.” He shot back.

“You smell like a fucking candy store after training.”

“You’re the dictionary definition of a dumbass.”

“You have a better hourglass figure than Yaomomo.”

“You're quickly becoming an extra.”

“Date me.”

“Fine.”

“Wait really?”

“It’s the only way I can kiss you, protect you, and keep you all to myself.” He shrugged, leaning in dangerously close, “You don’t fucking understand how hard it is to watch you prancing around with one failed abortion after another and watching you cry because they leave since you don’t want the one thing they’re after.”

“You’ve always been there for me ‘Suki… I guess I just took you for granted, and I’m really sorry.” You met his soft vermillion gaze with a meaningful and apologetic one and reached out to squeeze his hand.

“‘S okay. You’re mine now, right?”

You nod, smiling. 

“So it doesn’t matter how dense you are anymore.” He smirked, laying down on your bed and dragging you down with him so you were tucked comfortably under his chin.

You grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, preparing to turn on an anime you had in mind.

“What romance garbage are you inflicting on me this time?” Your new boyfriend groaned, burying his face in your hair.

“One that’s super sappy and romantic and sad just to piss you off.” You pouted, clicking on each letter to form the desired word in the search bar.

“Have fun with that.” Katsuki snarked, beginning to move away, but you stopped him by deftly pressing your lips to his.

You slowly pulled away, blushing furiously, but happy to feel strong forearms snaking around your front and crossing over your stomach.

“I certainly will.” You respond.

[thefanficmonster]

Quarantine On Crack...yet again

PART ONE 

Until Dawn Gang + Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Underage Drinking, Shameless Flirting

Genre: Crack, Humor

Summary: Time to check on our favorite gang who are still quarantined together and have still surprisingly not murdered one another. The lodge is still intact, which is promising. And everyone still has all seven of their limbs. How long will this simulation of peace last for is the real question.

Requested by my dear Until Dawn Anon who I haven’t heard from in so long 🥺 Hii dear! I have missed you tremendously! Here we are again to witness the craziness of our babies and I hope you’ll join me on the rollercoaster once again! Sorry it has taken me so long to write the long-ago-promised part 2 to the crack fic but here it finally is! Hope you enjoy it! Love and miss you, Vy ❤

“Alright folks, the delivery has arrived!“ I announce as Josh, Sam and I stumble through the front door of the lodge, each one of us carrying large boxes of food and toiletries. Bless the Washingtons for still sending us food, if I were them, Lord knows I’d either forget to do so or simply not do it because I didn’t feel like it. Hey, I’m not saying I hate these people, I’m just insinuating that they would not among my priorities had I been the one responsible to send them food. They should be in that case - but I’m being very honest when I say they wouldn’t be.

“Finally!“ Jess and Emily are so in sync for two people who supposedly can’t stand each other, it’s scary. Not that I wasn’t already scared of them to begin with. I just have a hard time dealing with them. But they are good in bed so I keep them around...

“What do you mean ‘finally’? We still have food from last week.“ Matt points out, a slight frown on his face when he lifts his head from the book he’s reading.

“We ran out of coffee capsules, duh!“ Jess says as though she’s addressing the most obvious thing to a person with very low IQ.

Matt does the smart thing of rolling his eyes and returning to his book. Speaking of which, I’m sending another blessing to the Washingtons for having the GRAND library here. I know I would’ve gone nuts and murdered half of these bitches if I didn’t have a book or two to keep me busy. That’s how things are with me, I either have a book to read or I’m committing a murder rampage. No in-between, at least not with these people.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs attracts our attention. Mike, Mr. Golden Boy comes down the stairs and plops down next to Jess, wrapping his arm around here, “There better be some beer in there.” He winks at me. Yeah, that’s Mike alright - has his arm around one girl, winks at another.

“I swear to God, if you two try to have a sword fight with empty beer bottles again, one of you is getting sent to the cabin.“ Josh warns us, taking on the parent role for once.

“Whoa there, Dr. Phil! Send us to the ranch next, why don’t ya!“ I roll my eyes at him, seeing his expression beg to change into a smile at my joke while he’s trying to maintain his no-funny-business look.

“Can we go unbox these things already? My arms are dead by now.“ Sam complains and doesn’t wait for an answer from us as she takes off with a rather fast pace towards the kitchen.

Josh and I are quick to follow. Much to my dismay, in order to reach the kitchen, we have to pass by where Emily is sitting. Since I haven’t already put in a request for a restraining order against her, passing within grabbing distance of her is risky as all hell. But you know me, I love risks. Passing in front of her I get ballsy and even give her the finger as I go. 

“You’ll regret that, Y/N! You’ll fucking regret it!“ She calls after me in teasingly threatening manner that almost makes me chuckle, however I keep my features as still as the ones of a statue and I don’t turn back around.

Sam and Josh have already cut the boxes open and have started moving the products from the box onto the kitchen counter and island. I grab the box cutter from its spot near the sink and cut the box open as well. To Josh’s dismay but my incredible luck, there are indeed a few beer bottles in my box. I cheer silently as I take them to the cooler.

“You know, Sam...“ Josh’s voice interrupts the silence just as I’m about to close the cooler. I’m honestly intrigued by what he has to say to Sam, and eavesdropping might be wrong, but it’s not like the fuckers can’t see me standing five fucking feet away! - so I pretend I’m organizing the cooler so I don’t have to return to the center of the kitchen where the two of them are crouched by their packages. A quick look over my shoulder confirms that they are indeed having a *MOMENT*, one I wouldn’t want to interrupt.

“Yes, Josh?“ Sam responds, giving me an urge to go grab some popcorn before any more progression happens. I know these two have eyes for one another, but they are both massive hypocrites! The are doing the very thing they hold against Chris and Ashley: hiding their feelings. Since I’m Josh’s unlicensed and unpaid therapist, I have a bit more intel on what’s going on in his head. It’s basically: 30% what am I doing with my life; 30% I need a drink; 40% Sam. You’d be surprised if you knew how often he mentions her when he’s venting. I’ve encouraged him to make a move countless times but it’s like trying to talk me into not killing Mike - impossible.

“You could melt the snow outside.” It takes me all my might to hold back from facepalming. Oh God, if this is what he thinks I meant when I said ‘tell her how you feel‘ he couldn’t be more wrong.

“Ok, lovebirds!“ I have never been happier to hear Chris’ voice. He saved me the trouble of having to step in and end the awkwardness myself. I turn around with a what I hope is a casual and friendly and totally not distressed smile. Behind Chris stand Ashley and Mike. “Need any help?“

“Yeah, you guys could come in handy.“ I tell them, waving them over almost desperately, “Ok, one of you help me with the rest of the things in the box. The other two can organize the shit that’s on the counter.“

I duck back down to continue unboxing. There’s bags of dried fruit, tea, the coffee capsules Jess was talking about, some spices which I’m not sure why they’re there but I’m not complaining.

“Heard you needed help.“ Oh for fuck’s sake, Mike again. Why couldn’t it be Chris or Ashley, or Satan for that matter. I’m really not in the mood to be cleaning blood off the kitchen floor tiles.

I tilt my head to the side and it’s only then that I realize how close he is to me. My eyes immediately travel to where I left the box cutter. “Back it up, Michael, or....“ FUCK IT’S NOT THERE. I swear I left it there! Where the fuck is it?!

“Or what?“ He reads my confusion and holds up his hand that is holding the box cutter I’m searching for. I’m afraid the more time we spend under the same roof the more experience he’ll have in defending himself and disarming me.

“Motherfucker...“ I growl and grab the tea and coffee capsules and stand up, “It’s a pandemic, damn it. Six feet apart at all times, buddy. I wish you’d put a mask over that mug of yours too.“ I narrow my eyes as I look down at him, resisting the desire to kick him.

“Only if you were the mask.“ Oh this fucker...he even has the audacity to stand up and step closer. Why are the four other people not noticing this? Ok yeah, cause they don’t wanna be witnesses to the murder of their old class prez. I got it.

“Six feet apart or six feet under, Munroe. Your call.“ He cockily waves the box cutter, not as a threat but as a remainder that I don’t have a weapon. “Bold of you to assume I need that to kill you.“

“She could always snap your neck.“ Chris pipes in.

“Or poke your eyes out.“ Ash does too.

“Or strangle you.“ Sam adds.

“The latter doesn’t sound so bad...“ He smirks at me, earning himself mortified looks from the peanut gallery.

“I. Hear. FLIRTING.“ Jess’ voice cuts through the tension that has built up in the kitchen. Mike and I turn to the doorway simultaneously as well as every other head in the room.

There is Jess looking like a pissed off cartoon toddler - aka: my escape.

“And I hear the void calling me.“ I catch her off-guard and put the items I was carrying in her arms, “I better go see what it wants from me. Byeeee.“

I all but hightail it out of there. I mean, say what you want about Mike’s shitty personality, or lack of personality all-together, but the fucker’s got sexappeal. Not that I’d ever admit it or fall under its effects.

In the living room I find Hannah and Beth with no traces of Emily or Matt. I feel slightly relieved, to be perfectly honest. Seeing the perfect stress relieving opportunity, I sit down next to Beth on the couch and lie down, placing my head in her lap. “Hi!” I give her a cheeky smile.

“You’re the Devil.“ Beth mutters without giving me as much as a glance. I turn to wave at Hannah and that’s when I see the chess board set up on the coffee table. So that’s what she’s so focused on.

“Oh please, you’ll make me blush.“ I fake a giggle and blow her a kiss while she remains completely unbothered.

“Whatever’s going on over there - I DON’T LIKE IT!“ Josh says menacingly as him, Sam, Chris and Ashley enter the living room.

“ME NEITHER“ Oh no, that’s Emily’s voice. Her and Matt have just walked into the lodge after another stroll - they have those when they wanna make out in private. Speaking of making out, I don’t see Jess and Mike anywhere, much to my relief - one of them wants to kill me at the moment but they both wanna sleep with me too so you get why it’s a situation I’d like to avoid.

“No jealousy, guys, please. I love you all the same!“ I prep myself up in a half-sitting position to give them an apologetic but seductive look when a pillow whacks me in the face, “What the hell?!“

“I thought you loved me more!“ Beth barks back angrily.

Well, I’m in some serious trouble now. Not only is Beth DEADLY when angry, but she also has two siblings who are more than capable of kicking my ass.

“I do! I really do, Beth, I swear!“ My apologies are put to an end by another hit with a pillow. “You know I do!“ I sit up completely and turn to look at Beth who has turned the opposite direction. “Pwease?” I give her the best puppy-dog eyes I can pull of despite feeling utterly ridiculous.

“So you do have a favorite member after all? And it’s not me? Wow, Y/N.“ Ash glares at me as well, crossing her arms and also turning away from me.

“I SECOND THAT.“ Emily stomps her foot down and storms out of the room

Oh fuck.

“I do too, honestly. I’m really hurt, Y/N.“ Matt the person I can always trust to be on my side has turned his back to me in this time of need.

Oh fuck squared.

“You’re in some deep shit now.“ Hannah laughs almost evilly as she leans back in the armchair she’s sitting in.

“Josh, could you set something on fire again? Preferably me this time.“ I mutter with a monotone voice. I’d like to picture there’s a rain cloud above my head just pouring down on me. And zaps me with lightning every now and then for good measure.

“Nah, that’d be too easy on you.“ This motherfucker....

“Oh so you WANT me to tell a specific someone what you think and say about them when they aren’t around?“ I change the meaning of ‘death glare‘ with this look I give him. I’m sure that if I keep staring at him like this long enough I’ll burn holes into his skull.

After a few moments of still silence and intense glaring he finally breaks, “Alright fine, I’ll get the deodorant and lighter.“

I sigh in relief. I suppose there are worse ways to leave this world...

“No!“

“Don’t you dare!“

“No way!“

Beth, Ashley and Matt all jump up as soon as Josh gives any effort to stand up.

“Washington, I swear to God!“ There go Emily and Jess in sync again as they both enter the room armed. Jess is only in her underwear but we don’t talk about that. What’s important is that she’s carrying the box cutter from before while Emily is armed with a dull butter knife. Knowing how determined she can be, I wouldn’t underestimate her power due to the lack of sharpness to her weapon.

Josh is rightfully stunned by the sudden turn of events and sits his ass back down with hands raised in the air. I almost feel bad for him. Almost.

“Y’all love me!“ I smile at them, putting a hand over my heart.

Jess turns to me in a split-second, angry as fuck, and points the box cutter at me. “Y/N, I swear to God-”

“Alright, alright, alright...“ I too raise my hands in surrender.

This is how shit goes down over here. Just pure fucking CHAOS, a lot of drinking, flirting and sex jokes. And so much wondering how we’re all friends.

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Still your little girl

Request 

Summary:  Could you write a stucky x daughter! reader where they find her she is in a rough spot and the decide to adopt her and she starts dating Loki and they freak out because he’s “bad” and they are over protective of her if you don’t write Stucky you can you make Bucky or Steve please?

warning: fluff, language, angst

"There's something wrong with her," Bucky whispers as he comes up behind his husband, who was washing the dish.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked, not paying attention. Bucky always thought there was something wrong with their daughter; it was usually nothing just teenage or female things she handled herself or went to one of the girls.

"I mean, she's been acting weird lately."

"that can be expected; she just turned 18. It's finally settling in that she is an adult, and she'll be graduating soon. she has an early life crisis."

"no, I think this is something more." Bucky persists

"If she needs us, she'll come to us."

"I don't know."

"Bucky, You're looking too much into it. Leave her be."

"I don't know its just... It's been eight years. She's changed so much."

"I'd hope so consider how we found her."

Bucky and Steve had found (Y/n) on the streets at the age of ten. Her mother had died six months prior, and she was making her rounds in the foster care system. She had gone through several foster homes all abusive in one way or another at the last one had been the last straw she had finally run away. Bucky immediately took a liking to her after turning her into the police. They went to Tony, pulled some strings, and began to paperwork to foster her. Then after a year, they went ahead and adopted her. She had been apart of their family ever since.

"She's grown into a beautiful young lady."

"Yeah," Bucky said, glaring at the back of his daughter's head, "what if it's a boy?"

"What?"

"You said it yourself. (Y/n) is a beautiful young lady. What if she's talking to boys now and doesn't want to tell us?" Bucky said Steve could see the panic rising in his eyes. Drying his hands, Steve pulled Bucky into a hug and a gentle kiss.

"She'll come to us when she wants to when she needs to. She is beautiful, but she's also strong to don't forget that. She's our little girl, after all. If it's a boy, we'll handle that bridge when we cross it. m'kay?"

"I guess. When we cross that bridge, I'll kick who's ever ass is on the other side. Beat his ass."

"I know you will." Steve gives him a kiss, "Hey, sweetheart, want to watch a movie?"

-

(Y/n) wished her fathers a good night and closed her door. She smiles to herself as she turns around, "Hi."

"Hello, My Darling"

"You're going to get me in trouble." (Y/n) said as she approached Loki, who was lying in all his glory across her bed.

"Well, I am the god of mischief."

(Y/n) giggled, crawling on to her bed and straddling his hips. "Yes, you are," she leans down, kissing him. "I think my dads are started to get suspicious," she whispered against his lips.

"oh no, whatever shall we do," he said as he rolled over on top of her. "I guess we weren't sneaky enough."

"I'm serious," she says, pushing him away slightly "what if they find out?"

"What if they found out?"

(Y/n) pushed him away, sitting up fully. "I don't know if you realized this, but they aren't very fond of you. And I don't want to hurt them, but I don't want to lose you either." (Y/n) watched as his face fell, and he backed away, but she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'm not- I don't want to hide you, but I'm not ready to tell them yet. After I graduate, we'll tell them after I graduate by then; I'll have moved to college. They'll have less control. I just... I don't want to upset them, but I don't lose you either. Just let me figure it out, please?"

Loki kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her "Take your time love. I'm not going anywhere".

“I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you” 

- "Am I cute?" (Y/n) asked as she did a spin her cap and gown.

"You're adorable. And you're going to do amazing. You've got your speech ready?" Loki said

"Yeah... I'm nervous".

"You are valedictorian. You deserve this. You've worked so hard for it. There's no need to be nervous" Loki stood up, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead "You're amazing, and you're going to do amazing."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

He chuckles, "That's my line" he pulls her into a kiss.

"Hey, sweetheart, are you....." Bucky stopped as he stood in front of his door watching as the couple slowly pulled from their embrace Steve came up behind him looking into the scene as well. One didn't need to be a genius to figure out what's happening.

"(Y/n)..."

"I... I'm" she didn't know what to say she was speechless, scared, she felt guilty. A ding from her phone brought her back to reality.

"That's your friends. You should go. Don't leave them waiting." Loki gave her her phone and her purse and pushed her towards the door towards her dad's.

"But-"

"It's okay. I've got this. We'll meet you there. Go"

(Y/n) quickly made it passed her dads and ran down the hall. They didn't stop her instead of focusing on Loki.

"When did all this start ?" Bucky asked

"Last I checked you weren't anywhere near her or Peter."

"Well, I don't follow the rules. Our friendship began a year, and I began courting her six months ago."

"Did you think to ask us?"

"Would you have let me." "No"

"Listen," Steve stepped forward, "we'll deal with this later right now we need to get to the graduation ceremony."

-

At the ceremony Loki made sure to stay as far away from Bucky and Steve as possibly. Al though they ignored what happened and tried to go on with the day everyone else could still feel the tension even though they had no clue about the situation. The three themselves tried their best to ignore each other and (Y/n) coming on stage for her speech sure did do the trick. 

-

“That was amazing, sweetheart” Pepper said giving her a hug 

“She’s right you did great kid” Tony said ruffling her hair. 

(Y/n) had hugs, gifts, and everything else from everyone else but Loki and her dads. She was actively avoiding all three of them and avoiding the the conversation which she knew was coming and had to be had. She didn’t want to have it at all but she knew it was best to have it now rather than having this tension sit all night and talking later.

“I’m going to ride with my dads to the restaurant. You guys should go a head we’ll meet you there” (Y/n) said shooing the others away they didn’t need to be told twice they all left her there with her dads and Loki. The three found and empty hallway within the school to talk privately. 

“so...” Steve started off looking at the two. (Y/n) slowly took Loki’s hand in hers 

“Daddy, dad, this is my boyfriend Loki-”

“no”

“he is kind to me-”

“no stop not happening”

“he is good to me-”

“I said no”

“and he treats me good”

“And he’s much older than. If you haven’t forgotten he destroyed New York and tried to take over the world.” Steve said crossing his arms over his chest giving his best captain voice and stance. 

“He’s changed. He’s an avenger now, you’re teammate. He has shown how good he can be. You’ve seen the good he can do-”

“NO” Steve shouted “ this isn’t happening and it will end now. He’s a grown ass man and you are a child. He’s a criminal-”

“And so is he or have you forgotten he kill dozen of people for Hydra. His hands aren’t clean and neither are you. If you’re going to scold me at least don’t be a hypocrite about it.” (Y/n) said taking Loki and marching down the hall with him in him in to. She stopped “ Oh and by the way, I’m 18 now I’m not a child anymore I can do who and what I want.” 

And with that she march off with Loki trailing after her dumbfound. 

“Um, love?”

“Don’t. I just can’t right now. I need a walk. Just... hold my hand, please.”

“Okay.” 

-

“Can you believe her?”  Steve said going off about his daughter and what she had said to him. 

“I can”

Truth be told Bucky was a bit upset and hurt that she brought up his past and the unsaviory acts he committed under the influence of Hydra. But she wasn’t wrong. Bucky did do some bad but he has proved him self to be better and good just as loki has. He had changed just as Loki has. He was an avenger just as loki was. And he was older than Steve just as Loki was older than (Y/n).

 Honestly it was a bit hypocritical to be against her relationship for those reasons. He was just upset they were dating and didn’t say anything that they had kept it a secret. That Loki didn’t even talk about the possibility of dating their daughter with them. He considered Loki a friend and his friend was dating his daughter that’s just weird. 

“You’re okay with this?!”

“no I’m not okay with this but I’m not a hypocrite either”

“What do you mean?”

“she’s right. Loki has a bad past, I have a bad past. He killed some people, I killed so people. He’s older than (Y/n), I’m older than you.”

“They are not like us”

“It’s like looking into some weird reflection Steve.”

“ You aren’t upset about this”

“ Of course, I’m upset but obviously not for the same reasons you’re upset. I’m upset that she’s dating someone had she hid it or that she felt like she need hide it. I’m upset because I don’t know how far in this relationship they’ve gone. I’m upset because this has been going on for months and I didn’t realize.

“I’m not upset she’s dating him. I’m upset that she didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell us she was dating him. But now I kind of understand why she didn’t.”

“She’s our little girl-”

“We’re here. Be civil.” Bucky didn’t even let him finish his sentence parking the car and stepping out right now he was done with his husband’ shit and just like his daughter he needed some space.

-

The dinner went about as well as it could with all the tension. (Y/n) sat far away from her dads and didn’t speak to them the entire dinner. No one commented everyone trying to remain blissfully ignorant. 

“Can I talk to you?” Bucky asked her when they arrived back at the tower. (Y/n) sighed and nodded as she watched the others make their way inside. The two fo them leaned on the hood of the car. “ I’m sorry about how I reacted earlier. I want you to understand that me and Steve do not share the same reason for disliking Loki.”

“Why don’t you like him?”

“I just think he didn’t do it right. You two have been dating for so long and you never told us. I’m upset that you didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell us about your relationship. Also the sneaking around. Loki is an okay Guy I’ve seen that. But he’s also a bit sneak and that has got me questioning his motives.... I don’t know.”

“He’s been treating me good, daddy.” 

“I’ve seen that. I saw that at dinner. How you to were holding hands underneath the table. How you guys whispered to each other. Or smiled at each when you thought no one was looking. Table full of assassins and super heroes everyone was watching. Everyone knows now FYI.”

“So, what now? I’m dating Loki.” 

Bucky sighed he kissed her forehead “well, I’m definitely going to have to give him the dad talk. Which is weird since I consider him a friend.”

“I’m sorry I’m dating your friend. I’m a weird daughter.”

“That’s okay. We’re a weird family. And don’t worry about dad he’ll come around eventually.”

-

Eventually was three days later. 

(Y/n) was in her room cuddling with Loki. They weren’t doing much besides holding each other and talking about random things. Suddenly Loki pulled away without a word and but distances between them. (Y/n) went to ask him what was wrong when she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in”

Steve walked in with a small sigh of relief when he found the apart. 

“I am going to be a nuisance to Thor” Loki gave her a kiss on the forehead and teleported out of the room. 

“Hey” Steve said as he slowly stepped into the room. (Y/n) didn’t say anything. “ Can I have a seat?” she nodded and he took a seat on the edge of the bed. 

“Um I owe you an apologize and an explanation. I ... I don’t want you to have a boyfriend”

“That doesn’t sound like an apologize”

“You’re my daughter my little girl. At first I thought I would be okay with it and when Bucky was throwing a fit about it I just pushed it aside because it wasn’t really a thought. But then you got a boyfriend and like...no one deserves you because you’re a little goddess.”

“And Loki is a god”

“You are a baby, You are my baby and no one can take care of you as well as I can. And I don’t want anyone to take care of you like I do. If you get a boyfriend and you start having relationships then you’re not ours anymore.... All those things I said at the school those were just flaws. I was looking for a reason to hate him and disapprove. You’re right he’s a good person. I just don’t want to let you go.” 

Crawling across her bed (Y/n) put herself in Steve’s lap and wrapped her arms his shoulders. 

“You’re not loosing me. I’m still here, I’m still you’re little girl. I’m just in love now and-”

“You’re in love?!”

“I’m in love, daddy. I love him. Although I haven’t told him yet. I really do” 

“My god, you’re really are all grown up” he said wrapping his arms around her and kissed her forehead “ Can you go back to being small”

“no I don’t think so, daddy.” She giggled before sobering up “ I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re still my baby. Just let me hold for a little while longer.” she just curled into his further and let her daddy held her. Just because she was a big girl now doesn’t mean she wasn’t his little girl anymore. Even if she was with Loki now (Y/n) was still his girl. 

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch.23: I’m So Stupid

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A/N: Jesus I had a rough week  Enjoy this chapter!!

WARNINGS: Language, Drug use, aggressive nature 

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July 23, 1985

Sammi stared down at her hands, tap anxiously on the green table of the booth she sat in. The diner was running slow for a Wednesday, only a handful of people spread out in the restaurant. Sammi kept looking at her watch then to the door, reconsidering even being here. A waitress would come from time to time to see if Sammi needed anything, only getting turned down. Maybe Sammi shouldn't have come so early. The glass doorbell ring made Sammi's ear perk up like a fox, looking straight ahead of her. Except instead of Vince, it was an older man with a small happy child who had a smile on their face. Sammi scuffed to herself, beginning to bite the nail on her thumb. It wasn't until she heard the bell ring again that Sammi saw Vince's face, standing there without knowing what to do. He scratched the back of his head, slowly walking up to the booth. Sammi swallowed away her nerves, hugging her body for comfort. Sliding into the booth, Vince took off his jean jacket and gave a small smile to his ex-girlfriend.

"Hi," said Vince, holding his hands together.

"Hey, Vince, how have you been?" asked Sammi, taking a sip of water.

"Not much different from the last time you saw me. Sharise is busting my ball for no reason," complained Vince. Sammi stayed quiet from the sound of her name, looking at her nails. "So, you wanted to talk finally?"

"Yeah, I think I've had enough time being a bitch to you," said Sammi, reaching inside her purse. She pulled out a folded sheet of a notebook paper, bullet point thoughts all scribbled down to a mess. Vince scowled at Sammi, raising a questionable eyebrow at the girl.

"You have a list of shit?" asked Vince, wrinkling his nose.

"Yes, because I rather read off a list then run off emotions," Sammi said, scanning over what she wrote down. "As I said, I've had enough time being a bitch to you,"

"I wouldn't say a bitch. It's not like I didn't deserve any of it. Except maybe that bottle to my head," joked Vince. Sammi took a deep breath, laying the paper flat on the table for even Vince to see some thoughts. Sammi bit her lip, feeling her heart beating so fast in her chest, and she couldn't help calm it down. After a bit of silence, Sammi looked Vince right in the eyes that she loved so dearly.

"First off, when did you two meet exactly?" asked Sammi, swallowing the knot in her throat. Vince rubbed the sweat off his jeans, coughing to clear his throat.

"It was back in May when Tropicana was brand new. It was one of the nights you wanted to stay at your parents' place, I met up with some guys to drink with and ended up there," answered Vince, grabbing a sugar packet to keep his hands busy.

Sammi nodded, "And when you met her, did you two immediately hook up?"

"No! No. She just gave me a lap dance and kept flirting with me all night, but we didn't kiss or anything," replied Vince, biting his lip.

"So when did you two exactly have sex? Because I doubt you got her pregnant off a one time moment in August," Sammi bit the inside of her cheek, looking out the window to compose herself from any tears.

"July, I guess. I don't remember the exact fucking date. I just know that it was one of the nights you weren't feeling like going out," explained Vince, dropping his head into his hands' palm. Sammi shook her head, dabbing the corner of her eye to catch any tears from falling.

"So it went on for months? You had sex with her multiple times?" asked Sammi with a stern voice. Vince nodded sheepishly. "And you still fucking went back even after you got her pregnant. Then you got mad at me for having a good time when you ditched me for her back at Purple Moon! Oh my god," gasped Sammi, covering her face in her hand then pushing away hair that fell out of place.

"I didn't ditch you for her! I didn't know. She didn't even know! We only had sex max five times when I got crossfaded; it meant nothing,"

"Clearly, if you acted as if you didn't do anything. I thought for almost a full year; you were such a great boyfriend. You made me feel so happy, and yet you were sitting on this lie. You were lying every day," uttered Sammi, looking straight into Vince's eyes with tears building up. "Why? Why weren't you happy with just me?"

Vince slumped in his seat, finally feeling the heartbreak he caused to Sammi. He could finally see the sadness that came from his mistakes. Vince only received anger from Sammi after everything. He received Sammi's attitude tenfold, the rudeness, and the foul language. Vince never saw Sammi cry from the pain he caused, not even the first time he fucked up. "I was happy with you," whispered Vince, feeling his cheek flush with embarrassment. "I just don't know when to say no, especially now being a big shot rockstar. Now, look at me. I'm a dad who killed his friend, and everyone hates me,"

"I should have never gotten mad at you that night outside of Rainbow. I guess… I would get mad at you for doing dumb shit because I kept making mistakes behind your back. I wanted you to stay the same perfect Samantha. The one who was always ahead of everyone with a kind smile on her face," expressed Vince, having some sort of courage to look right in Sammi's eye when he spoke to her.

"I'm not perfect, Vince, nor will I ever be. Just because I have a different life than you doesn't make me better or lesser than you," said Sammi, looking back down at the piece of paper.

When did they meet?

When did they first hook up?

Ask if he regrets anything.

Ask if he was ever going to tell me.

Talk about him moving on so fast.

Ask if he's okay

Admit, I'm sleeping with Nikki. Fuck that.

"I don't hate you. I want you to know that," admitted Sammi, folding the piece of paper in her hands, stuffing it back in her handbag. "Do you regret anything you've done to me?"

"Yes, I regret being a manwhore to you. You had a point even back then in the beginning," mumbled Vince. "Do you regret being with me? After all the shit I put you through," asked Vince. Sammi looked down at the table, pondering on her emotions to answer Vince. It was a thought she said to herself after everything. Sammi knew everything people go through has a purpose and a lesson. It was great to be with Vince, but now thinking how half of it being based on a sitting lie, it hurts even more.

"It's funny. I keep telling myself I should've just been cold to you guys when I saw you all, and maybe I'd be okay. I don't regret being with you because a lot of fun came from it. I just wish it didn't end like I expected," confessed Sammi, wiping away a single tear that came down her face.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. Do you know if you can ever forgive me?"

"I want to, but maybe let's wait a while,"

"I figured… I'm also sorry about being paranoid about Nikki. Guess I'm a hypocrite for assuming," said Vince, shaking his head like he was dumb to think such a thing. Sammi bit her lip, anxiously bouncing her leg under the table from the words Nikki. Sammi knew everyone would find out soon enough, but hearing Vince calling himself a hypocrite just made it harder ever to spill the secret.

"It's okay. I forgive you for that," Sammi bit her tongue, knowing damn well she was wrong in this department. Vince smiled at Sammi, feeling like he was going in the right direction with his favorite girl. "If you didn't get caught, were you ever going to tell me?"

Vince looked out for a moment, trying not to lie to make himself look good. "Yeah, I was. After stopping I kept thinking about it, but then more shit got into the mix," Sammi could see the pain in Vince's eyes from talking so much, realizing this is most likely the most, he's opened up in a long time.

"Vince… be honest with me. Are you okay? How have you been doing with everything?" asked Sammi, resisting the urge to hold Vince's hands from across the table. Vince let out a heavy breath, going back to messing with the sugar packet.

"No, I'm not. I have to be completely sober until my court date. Your brother and his bitch won't shut their fucking mouths about it. Sharise and I fight for everything. And I have no idea how to be a dad," admitted Vince, eyes looking defeated to Sammi.

"You haven't done drugs? Or drank?" Vince shook his head. "Since the incident?" Sammi asked again in disbelief of a sober Vince.

"Yeah. I have to go get tested each week. This has been the soberest I've been since I was 15," said Vince.

"Tommy and Nikki shouldn't be on your ass for being a responsible person. I'll yell at them to stop bothering you if you need me to," offered Sammi, reaching out to hold Vince's hands. Vince didn't protest, enjoying the tiny bit of affection he received that wasn't sexual. It was just the needed kindness he desperately craved.

"It's okay, Sammi. I'm a grown man, and I should do things on my own. Even if it means my own band hates me for it," answered Vince, gently rubbing his thumb on the back of Sammi's hand. Sammi looked down at their hands, smiling to herself but kept reminding she isn't really a single woman. "But I appreciate the offer. Since you're so smart, do you have any advice for being a dad, or can you do that for me also?" joked Vince, smirking at Sammi.

Sammi couldn't help but giggle with Vince's joke, feeling like everything was back to normal. "No, I don't. You're just going to have to talk to Sharise about being a dad. Also, isn't your daughter like a month old or something? You have time to get better," said Sammi.

"Skylar. Her name's Skylar," smiled Vince.

"That's a pretty name. I'm sure you will have enough time to be a better dad to Skylar," reassured Sammi, squeezing Vince's hands.

"Thank you. Listen, I really appreciate this. I miss being able to talk to someone my shit," said Vince. Sammi smiled at Vince, beginning to play with fingers and pop them as if the two were back to being the normal them. "I even miss you popping my fingers. I guess you really do take things for granted until they're gone,"

"As much as I love an open and meaningful Vince, did you just learn that shit in probation rehab or?" asked Sammi, cracking a smile that made Vince laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah, I fucking did," admitted Vince, laughing along with Sammi. "But hey, it's an improvement! am I right?"

"It definitely is an improvement for sure," said Sammi, relaxing back in the booth. The two held hands for longer than needed, reminiscing on the feeling from the pasts. Vince couldn't help to think of how this wasn't like Sharise. He and Sharise never had a moment of comfortable silence, even after the nights of sex. It felt fast-paced and no ounce of peace compared to how Sammi loved gentle moments. Those moments where Sammi would dance her finger on Vince's scalp, making him relax while watching tv. The moments of Vince hugging Sammi from behind as she studied hard in his office space, giving her any feeling of reassurance. Vince was beginning to remember how bad he ruined this good thing in his life. Sammi didn't know what to say or do, only kept close before leaving and going back to Nikki.

*

August 9, 1985

Los Angeles, California

Sammi and Athena strut down Hollywood Boulevard, smiling and laughing with the wind playing up in their hair. Sammi glanced down on her wrist, seeing her brand new watch read 3:30 in the afternoon. The day was beautiful for the boys to start their tour, wind cooling the California summer heat and not a cloud in the sky. The Bass sisters had a day off to surprise Tommy and the boys while they did soundcheck, everything feeling perfect for once. After a short walk from the public parking garage, Athena opened the Hollywood Pantages Theatre's massive doors. The roadies were pacing around at the front of the theatre, putting up a table of merchandise of shirts, posters, and records. Sammi glanced around the grand entrance with glee until her eyes fell on a woman and a brand new blonde baby in her arms. Sammi froze from a distance, Athena standing next to her sister to catch Sammi's eyes on Sharise standing with a tiny Skylar.

Sharise bounded Skylar in her arms, seeming tired and irritated all at the same time until finally noticing the Bass sisters look at her. She forced a smile to Sammi, slowly approaching them in the center of the entrance. Athena laced her arm around Sammi's, standing in as the protective sister she was. Sammi almost held her breath, couldn't keep her eyes off Skylar.

"Hi, Sammi. Hi, Athena. How have you girls been?" asked Sharise with a kind smile.

"We've been good, Sharise. How's being a new mama?" asked Sammi with no anger in her heart, smiling as if she was catching up with an old friend.

"Crazy. I had no idea how much one baby can be such a handful. It isn't easy when you feel like you're doing it alone," vented Sharise, smiling at Skylar look at Athena and Sammi in curiosity.

Sammi smiled at the baby. "Hi, Skylar! Aren't you just the prettiest little girl," cooed Sammi making Skylar laugh a bit.  

"Vince isn't helping you?" asked Athena, frowning deep 11 lines between her brows.

"No, he tries but gives up and just looks at me to finish everything. He's also under a lot of stress with touring and his court date. I'm sure he vented to you about it," said Sharise to Sammi, pressing her lips hard together.

"Um… yeah, he did, but I told him to talk to you about it. You and Vince can help each navigate being brand new parents together," uttered Sammi, playing with her hands to ease the nerves.

"Thank you for trying. I don't think I'll see that happening anytime soon," mumbled Sharise, trying to keep Skylar from jumping out of her arms. For being two months old, she had the capability of moving around fast, almost like her daddy. It was cute to everyone but hard for Sharise to keep her still when necessary. Skylar's arms popped up wide from her little chest, reaching out for Sammi to hold her. Sharise tried to make Skylar stop moving, but it only resulted in Skylar letting out small cries.

"I think she wants Sammi to hold her?" questioned Athena, switching glances between the two girls.

"Oh no, you don't have to, Sammi. I get it if it's uncomfortable," offered Sharise.

"Honestly, it's not. I'm completely okay holding little Skylar," said Sammi, reaching out to hold the baby, slowly switching between her and Sharise. Sammi bounced Skylar in her arms, seeing a bright smile that almost resembled Vince's. Skylar rested her head on Sammi's shoulder, feeling very at peace in Sammi's even though she was a complete stranger. Athena and Sharise gawked in shock at the baby's reaction, seeing how gentle and kind Sammi appeared.

"Wow. You're the first person she's felt comfortable with that wasn't family," admitted Sharise, not knowing if she favored this or not. Sharise knew she was the other woman who got in between Sammi and Vince, but she wasn't used to the kindness she was receiving.

"I guess babies just love me. Jesus, you're gonna look just like your dad. I can already see it," said Sammi to Skylar in a cute voice, making her smile. Sharise slightly shaking her head at Sammi's statement.

"You were on your way to see Vince or?" asked Athena.

"Yeah, since he's gonna be on tour, I thought I'd visit family in Nebraska. I really don't like being alone in that big house," said Sharise, fixing her hair.

"Well, in that case, let's see them before they ditch this place," announced Athena, heading right to the theatre doors.

"You can keep carrying her if you want. She really likes you," said Sharise, following Athena's footsteps. Sammi followed behind with Skylar quietly resting on her hip, almost falling asleep. The theatre was ginormous, having an upstairs for extra people to sit. The album cover was drawn big on the center stage as roadies continued to set up amps and instruments. The three girls could see Vince sat in the front row seats, isolated from the guys on the stage. Sammi could tell Nikki appeared more irritated than before, sipping on his soda with a sulking stare. Tommy and Mick talking among themselves, soon seeing the women come closer. As the girls reached the stage, Sammi stood right in front of Vince, smiling mischievously.

"Surprise! I have your child," said Sammi, Skylar noticing her dad seated down in front of them now. She began cooing in excitement, reaching out for Vince as he stood up from the red velvet chair.  

"Uhh, why are you here? And why do you have my child?" asked Vince, lifting his daughter out of Sammi's arms, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"What? I can't come to visit my brother and friends at work? Also, Skylar wanted me!" said Sammi, crossing her arms, still smiling pridefully while Sharise stood right by her. Vince switched looks between the two women, unable to say anything that came into his head. 'They're  acting like friends?'  thought Vince, also seeing the confused looks from the rest of Motley.

"Skylar has found someone to like that isn't related to us. Isn't that nice for our little girl?" said Sharise, showing her annoyance for Vince already after a few words. Athena could see the tension needing to be cut with a knife, stepping over to Sammi to grab her hand and watch this drama from a distance. Sammi smiled at the couple, heading towards Nikki, Tommy, and Mick, who also wanted to see the show. Nikki shook his head at Sharise and Vince, Sammi boosting herself up to sit right next to him on stage. Athena standing right by Mick, who strummed on his guitar.

"Is this bring your fucking girlfriend to work day?" whispered Nikki to everyone, Tommy giggling.

"Wish I had a girlfriend," mumbled Mick with sadness, sipping the water bottle he always carried. Athena softly reassured Mick, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.  

"I know Mick, I know," muttered Nikki, seeing Sammi staring right at him with a scowl. "Can I help you?" asked Nikki, getting closer to Sammi's face, making her break into an almost smile.

"Who else's girlfriends have been coming in today?" asked Sammi, raising an eyebrow in question. Nikki smirked and chuckled, hinting as to who else has come to the venue without exposing them. He really did like reaching the edge of getting caught. Sammi could see Sharise grab Skylar out of Vince's arms in the short distance, saying a monotone goodbye and turning on her heels to the door. Vince didn't hold back his somber face, hearing Skylar cries echo throughout the theater. Sammi caught Vince's eyes, giving a sympathetic smile to reassure him. Vince just stayed in his seat to sulk.

"Heather came today before going to pick up her parents. I'm having dinner with them tonight before we head out on Saturday after this show," said Tommy, stealing a sip of Mick's water bottle. "Where… I will propose…" mumbled Tommy, coughing. Athena and Sammi whipping their heads fast with big eyes at their older brother.

"You're proposing?!" yelled out the Bass sisters in unison. Everyone in the building turned their heads to the sisters, beginning to eavesdrop. Sammi jumped off the stage, standing right in front of Tommy with arms crossed, ready to lecture him as if he were a child. Vince came up from his seat, almost slamming against Sammi with his jaw dragging on the floor.

"You wanna get married?!" asked Vince frantically, frowning at the drummer.

"How long have you two even been dating? Trust me, it's not been long!" said Athena, restraining herself from raising her voice.

"I know, but I feel confident about Heather! Mama and Dad love her, which is great, and look how nice she is! You guys always know I wanted to get married to someone I love," explained Tommy, dropping to his feet to the ground and standing up for himself.

"Dude, the last girl you wanted to marry called me a cunt, and I almost punched her. Why can't you just wait a year?" expressed Sammi, frowning with deep concern. Tommy scratched his head, looking down at feet with everyone staring at him.

"It's different this time. I swear it really is and come on I know you girls love her too. Can I just please have my two favorite people be on my side? Please?" begged Tommy, smiling down at his sisters. Athena and Sammi exchanged looks of worry melting away with the love they had for their brother.

"Fine, you're right. If you're thrilled with Heather, then I guess we should be too. Right, Sammi?" asked Athena, nudging Sammi with her elbow.

"Yeah. She is pretty nice," mumbled Sammi, smiling at Tommy. Tommy hugged Athena and Sammi so tight it almost made Sammi regret being sweet. Sammi pushed away from the group hug, seeing Vince on the verge of wanting to speak to her. Nikki grabs Mick's water bottle, jumping off the edge of the stage to hang an arm around Vince's shoulders.

"Want some water, Vince? Made a mint too?" asked Nikki, chuckling at Vince's discomfort of being sober. Sammi rolled her eyes, pushing Nikki's arm off of Vince, gaining a smile from the blonde and a scowl from Nikki.

"Leave him alone, Nikki. You shouldn't be tempting him like that," scolded Sammi.

"Why? He's a big boy. If he wants to break he little sobriety that's on him," said Nikki, poking Vince in the cheek only to get his hand slapped away. Sammi shook her head, narrowing eyes to Nikki, becoming peeved on the way he was behaving.

"You're such an asshole, Nikki," spat Sammi, looping her arm onto Vince's and pulling him away from everyone. "Come on, Vin, I need a smoke already," Vince didn't object to Sammi, surprised but still smiling at the gesture. Nikki stared at the two walkings off, mouth opened slightly as if he was the one who should be offended.

"Oh, so you two are friends now?" shouted Athena. Tommy looked in disbelief, but with some sort of happiness that the two were friendly again.

"Yeah!" yelled Sammi, pushing open the doors and heading straight to the main doors. Sammi let go of Vince's arm, searching in her purse for her pack of cigarettes until Vince held up two cigarettes. She happily took for herself, leaning towards her own lighter and passing it to Vince. She inhaled for a moment, feeling the smoke relax her until Sammi blew it out into the wind. Sammi side-eyed Vince seeing him smile with glee while smoke aside her.

"What's that smile for?" asked Sammi with a smirk on her lips

"Just find it enjoyable when you call out people on rare occasions. Such a loudmouth for such a tiny body," said Vince.

"You could say you're welcome to get Nikki off your back," suggested Sammi, shrugging her shoulders while keeping the same energy.

"Thank you. I highly appreciate it," smiled Vince. "I swear I don't know how I'm going to be able to be on a bus with those guys, mainly Nikki,"

"I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think," reassured Sammi, stepping on the small cigarette bud.

"Really? I'm sober while the rest of my band is too high or drunk to know what's going on. I mean, look at our album, it's crap!" vented Vince.

"It can't be crap if it's doing so well," said Sammi.

"Have you ever listened to the album? The whole thing?" asked Vince, seeing Sammi shake her head. "Okay, so what songs have you heard?"

"Home Sweet Home…" muttered Sammi.

"The only good original song plus the cover we did. That's it! Nikki was too high to write actual good songs,"

"He's written with coke in his system before, and it's been fine. It's just one album that you don't like. Pretty sure every one band member in any band has felt like that," said Sammi, moving to be right next to Vince on the wall. Vince frowned at Sammi, giving her pity on her oblivion.

"Sam, Nikki's been doing more than just coke lately. You haven't seen the tiny tracks on his arm?" asked Vince, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" questioned Sammi, blinking rapidly.

"He's been shooting up. He's doing heroin and mixing coke and something else with Tommy. You really haven't noticed?" said Vince, stepping on his cigarette to get another one. Sammi stared at Vince in disbelief, not wanting to think of Nikki going back to heroin after being together. After he promised he wasn't going to do it again.

"I'm an idiot," whispered Sammi, dropping her head into the palm of her hand. "So he never stopped? Even after the studio incident?" Vince shook his head to Sammi, only making her huff.

"Did he tell you he was going to stop?" asked Vince, taking a drag from his cigarette. Sammi nodded, looking down at the ground. "And when did he tell you that?"

"Back in February. I went to his house and tried talking to him after what happened to you. I flushed the rest of the shit he had in his room," confessed Sammi, looking at Vince with sad eyes.

"Clearly, that didn't stop him. Please don't tell me he got angry at you for flush his drugs down the toilet," said Vince, turning his body to face Sammi.

"He grabbed my wrist really hard but apologized after. That was it. God, I'm so stupid for believing him!" yelled Sammi, feeling her cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Vince sighed, stepping on his cigarette, slowly wrapping his arm around Sammi's shoulders. Sammi didn't reject the hug, her arm finding Vince's waist and resting her head on his chest. Vince rubbed Sammi's arm for comfort, resting his chin on the top of his former girlfriend's head.

"It's not your fault Sammi for having a big heart. You just have to realize you're talking to four men who don't listen to anything. Even if we know we're doing something completely wrong," calmly said Vince, being the one to get reassurance for once in a long time.

"So what, you guys are just gonna slowly kill yourselves?"

"Look, you can try as hard as you want to get to Nikki because I know he mildly listens to you, but don't be sad if nothing happens," said Vince, letting go of Sammi and digging his hands in his jean pockets. "And try not to flush his drugs again. I wouldn't want to beat his ass for hurting you," Vince pinched Sammi's cheek, making her smile like always, not knowing if they should head back to soundcheck.

"Okay… I'll take your advice," mumbled Sammi, giving Vince a proper hug.

"You'll what?" asked Vince with a cunning smile, squeezing Sammi with his arms. Sammi began laughing out loud to Vince, trying her best to break out of the hug.

"I said I'll take your advice! Jesus, stop squeezing me!" ordered Sammi, breaking to giggles as Vince still kept a tight grip on the small girl. "What is it gonna take for you to let me go!?" asked Sammi, almost falling back.

"Say I'm your best friend who's right for once," shouted Vince, leaning forward to make Sammi bend backward, his laughs muffled against Sammi's shoulder.

"No!" Vince squeezed Sammi a bit harder, "Fine! You're my best friend who's actually right for once in his life!" shouted Sammi, finally being released by Vince's grip, seeing him have a shit-eating grin on his face. "Happy?'

"Yep!" said Vince, about to head back inside until Sammi took hold of his wrist. "What?"

"Well, 'best friend,' you're not gonna tell me why Sharise looked like she hated you earlier?" asked Sammi, raising an eyebrow.

Vince huffed, "I haven't been able to talk to her. She keeps running off on me to her friends or family. Please, I don't want to talk about it anymore. The fact you two looked like friends today weirded me out," said Vince, opening the doors to the theater.

"Hey, in my defense, Skylar likes me some odd reason!" shouted Sammi, following Vince.

"In that case, do you want to babysit and teach me to be a dad?" teased Vince, smiling at Sammi rolling her eyes.

"In your dreams," said Sammi, jabbing her elbow in Vince's side.

*

A hard knock echoed in Sammi's apartment, halting Sammi from draining the pasta she had boiling. She checked the analog clock that hung on her wall, wondering who would stop by out of the blue. After turning off the stove, Sammi opened the door without caution, surprised to see an upset Nikki standing in the hallway. Nikki rose there in the same dark vest and button-down from earlier, eyes tired as always.

"Why are you here? I didn't invite you over," asked Sammi, crossing her arms against her chest. Nikki pushed past Sammi, stomping into the apartment, sitting right down on the small dining table. He looked over the breakfast bar seeing the stem coming from the stove, nodding with approval.

"I thought since you were quiet to me after your smoke with your little ex, I'd drop by. Here to remind you what you got in your bed," said Nikki, leaning back against the chair with one arm resting on the back. Sammi closed her front door, stepping towards Nikki with a great distance.

"Please don't tell me you're jealous of Vince now? I already dealt with enough of that from him," said Sammi, leaning against the wall.

"I don't get jealous. Now, where's my dinner?" sniffed Nikki, wiping at his nose and bouncing his leg fast as he couldn't look Sammi in the eye.

"At your house. Where you keep your heroin," spat Sammi, getting Nikki to look her in the eye, his face going almost pale compared to olive skin. Sammi inhaled deeply, ready to fight with Nikki as her blood began to boil. Nikki stayed silent, trying to think of some bullshit lie to Sammi.

"Who told you that? Vince? You're really going to believe Vince, the guy who cheated on you?" asked Nikki, scowling at Sammi with deep wrinkles in-between his eyebrows.

Sammi shook her head, standing up straight. "Yeah, I am. Because him being sober from drugs means he sees shit when I'm not there. I know you're shooting up again! And I know you're doing some other shit drug with my brother!" yelled Sammi, pointing her finger right at Nikki. Sammi could see the discomfort on Nikki's face, him shifting in his seat, unable to even look unguilty.

"He's lying! I'm not doing it! You don't see me do that shit!" shouted Nikki, standing up to Sammi, getting closer to her face. Sammi stepped back a bit, glaring up hard at Nikki's dark eyes.

"Yeah, when you're here! I don't know what you do when you leave in the middle of the night! Or when you're by yourself in your house! How come we never go there anymore, huh?" demanded Sammi, pushing Nikki in the chest. Nikki stumbled back for a moment, flaring his nostrils from the sight of Sammi.

"Did you tell your little boyfriend about us then? Huh? You had to if you two decided to talk shit about me," muttered Nikki, getting right up close to Sammi, her back slamming against the wall. Sammi felt scared but knew she had to stand her ground in this situation, even if it resulted in something terrible.

"No, I didn't. Only how I flushed your drugs the last time, and you gripped my wrist. Are you going to admit it, or do I have to raid your room again and wait for you to hit me?" said Sammi, inhaling shakingly. Nikki took a few steps back, glaring at Sammi. Nikki then kicked one of the dining chairs, sending it flying across the room, almost breaking it. Sammi jumped in fear, covering her mouth from almost yelping, eyes open wide.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Sammi! Why do you give a shit if I'm shooting up!? I'm not offering it to you! You do coke, Ms. College Graduate! So why do you give a fuck?!" yelled Nikki, ready to pull his hair out of his head.

"Because it's dangerous! You can die if you go too far! Why would you throw all of this away for some drug?!" shouted Sammi, staying far away from Nikki. "And when I do coke, I fucking stop for MONTHS, alright?! I don't go on benders like the rest of you,"

"Yeah, because you think you're better than us. Just because we're not some assholes wearing a suit and tie to work with a stupid piece of paper," mumbled Nikki.

"Oh shut up, Nikki. Get that shit out of your head and get the fuck out of my apartment!" ordered Sammi.

Nikki narrowed his eyes at Sammi, walking closer to her only to have Sammi step away from him. "You're sure about that, Samantha?"

"Yes, I am, because you and I are fucking done! Whatever we are, we are done! I'm not dealing with your shit while you spiral out of control," said Sammi. Nikki didn't bother to move from where he stood, seeing if Sammi was only bluffing. "Get out! I want you out! Get the fuck out!" shouted Sammi, moving behind Nikki and pushing towards the door. She didn't restrain herself, pushing him harder and more aggressive as they got to the door. Nikki couldn't stop Sammi, shocked at the small girl's anger. Sammi yanked the door open, pushing Nikki out of her apartment with all her force.

"Sammi wait-" Sammi slammed the door right on Nikki's face, dropping herself to the floor. She let her head fall on her knees, a sob escaping her lips. Sammi felt the same sadness she once felt when discovering Vince cheating on her. She couldn't stop thinking how much of an idiot Sammi was for not paying attention. Sitting on the floor to let her sorrows out was the only thing Sammi wanted to do. She cried out alone like Sammi had been for some time now, almost like a repeated cycle since knowing all of Motley Crue.

[laceymorganwrites]

Hot lead singer

Word Count: 1,506

Pairing: kinda Kid x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, Symptoms of anxiety, alcohol abuse, sadness

Summary: Kid is fed up with the band life, but starts to have a crush on a certain someone who is Always at his shows

Kid sat on an uncomfortable couch backstage, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. He had his hands folded and his head laid in them. He groaned. Fuck was he sick of this. Of his bandmates, their fans, their stupid fucking manager, everything. It was too much, the success, it made him feel more machine than human and he´d be destroyed if he didn´t deliver. But who did he even deliver to? Nobody cared about his music, not one soul on the planet. The worst thing were the fans, those hypocrites, singing along at his shows and not knowing what the words meant. Nobody understood, nobody got him. And that frustrated him, greatly. Why did he even care? He just felt so empty and numb, it made him sick to the stomach. He wanted so badly to feel, anything at all. Kid sighed and stood up sluggishly only to stretch his arms and throw his head back. Then he proceeded to walk up the few stairs until he reached the stage. He could already hear the crowd´s screams and feel the vibrations of their voices as he made his way into his position. He grabbed the mic, the lights went on, blinding him and then he sang. Every time he did, time went still. The only thing he remembered afterwards was him getting off stage and then driving to some club to get drunk and laid. The club his band and him were in tonight was pretty decent actually and Kid went straight to the bar to order anything which would make him feel alive.

After a few drinks however he got sick of the people clinging to him and decided to go home.

Sleep didn´t come to him however, so he took out his sketchbook and drew a bit, he painted the blurry crowd he saw every night, the only face he drew clearly was yours, he painted you in a red atmosphere, you always stood out to him somehow.

You were a fan of his music and Kid saw you singing his words back at him with passion every night and it made him flash you a crooked smile, it made him happy.

It was weird being happy, honestly, he never was before, he just barely got by.

And now some stranger he never even talked to was occupying his mind, clouding the rest of his thoughts.

Kid needed some outlet for his thoughts and emotions, he always did, ever since he was a child. Back then he just excelled in utter violence, beating people up was all he needed, call it revenge,

what the hell did he care.

Over time however he accustomed to writing down whatever was on his mind, be it lyrics or that stupid diary he told himself he´d never write into. Now there were already seven of those.

He needed to be busy, otherwise his mind would take over and make him feel actively shitty.

Of course he hated himself, he was self-aware after all, his subconscious always made him feel like complete crap, but he didn´t need to actively think about that, because if he did it would stop him from being of any use whatsoever.

Whenever he was in an active state of self hatred and awareness, he was numb, the agonizing screams of his victims and all the insults he got, got louder than gunfire, he saw the faces of those he brought misery clearly, he saw their shaking disappointed heads and tears.

And then he saw you, smiling at him.

At this point he found himself in complete silence and back in his home.

Those were the times he came up with new lyrics and melodies, practicing and trying new things all night, switching from piano to drums to bass to guitar.

The piano and the guitar were reserved for songs about you, Kid wrote a lot of those recently but never had the guts to share them with anyone, not even with Killer.

It was silly, he didn´t even know you.

And yet he felt a weird connection to you, your face was the only clear and genuine one he made out ever night. Kid didn´t know what it was about you, but somehow he felt like you were the only one who gave a shit about him. Not even his music or lyrics per say, but him as a person. Which was weird since you were complete strangers. But still, it was a comforting thought.

In a world full of people who hated him and let him know, full of people who feared him and therefore ignored him, people who wanted to please him and were afraid of getting on his bad side. He got so mad because of all the people who looked at him with disgust.

Kid didn´t know why but the next time they played a show, backstage before they went on, he had a word with the band.

“Um, guys… I need to talk to you about something. So, I´ve been a fucking asshole lately, I mean I always am but you know what I mean. And I wanted you to know why. I don´t know if you´ve noticed, but there´s this girl at every one of our shows, she´s not a groupie, she´s just kind of there. Fuck that sounds stupid. But she always sings along and looks so happy and it´s really cute. Eh, anyway. I just wanted you to know that in case you were wondering why I was so distant lately, it´s because of her, cause I´ve been sketching and writing about her” Kid awkwardly rambled on, watching the amused faces of his bandmates. He felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment as they started laughing.

“You mean (Y/N)?” Killer asked, making Kid look confused.

“Is that her name? And how do you know that?” he asked, nothing came to his mind that would make sense.

“Well, she talked to us at the bar a while ago, complimenting us. She´s really sweet, she likes you, you know?” Killer commented.

He would never forget you, usually the only ones who talked to them were the groupies who just wanted to get laid, but you were different.

You actually really liked their music and the way they played, making you very liked among the members. You would have long and meaningful and fun conversations with them and they really liked that.

In those conversations you let it slip multiple times that you thought Kid was cute and the others would always joke that he´d kill you if you told him that. And not only did you find him cute, you also loved his lyrics and found him incredibly hot.

The band members promised you not to tell Kid, but oh well, if he was too dense to notice it himself. It was his fault that he missed you anyway.

“You´re fucking shitting me...” Kid exclaimed as Killer told him how and that they knew you.

Before the argument could commence though, it was time for the show.

And again, there you were, singing his words back to him. And again his heart started racing and he could feel the adrenaline pumping like you transmitted it directly to him.

He couldn´t help but smile like an idiot, jumping around stage like a fucking madman, his sweaty hair got in his face, but he didn´t care. On the one hand he never wanted this moment to end, he felt way too good seeing you, but on the other hand he wanted to talk to and get off this stage as soon as possible.

After they were done, he ignored all the groupies and hurried to get backstage and to pack away the equipment.

To his surprise you were there with the rest of the band, laughing with them as you also helped get the instruments ready.

“So you finally get to meet our lead singer” Killer smirked, nudging your shoulder. You weren´t prepared for this situation, so you could only imagine how bright red your face must´ve been right now.

“Um...hi...it´s nice to meet you” you quickly grinned at him, reaching out your hand for a greeting.

Kid still was in shock of seeing you so suddenly, looking at you in confusion.

“Eh, sorry, that was weird. Who the fuck does handshakes with bands?” you giggled in your nervousness after Kid didn´t react.

“Anyway. You´re amazing, your lyrics are just great and I swear the front row gets pregnant every time you do this...” you impersonated his moves on stages in your awkwardness, making him laugh out loud. It was flattering, really. But only from someone as cute as you.

“And, oh fuck how could I forget the way you play guitar? Fucking amazing! And your hair looks so fluffy, I just…. you´re amazing, okay?” you told him, almost out of breath from your rambling.

Kid just chuckled, looking over at Killer with the biggest fucking smile on his face.

“Can we keep her?” he asked cockily.

[knives-out20]

TiO - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace,

Warnings: This is normal procedure now, Swearing, Faggotry, Gay shit idk, Homosexual tendencies, Another weird dark joke,

Notes: a ha ha...enjoy. Song used is TiO by Zayn. Dolly is an OC that belongs to my buddy, Dio.

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs​

Bobby practically put his lips against his mic, crooning into it. “I can taste it on your mouth, and I can’t leave it. You’re a freak like me- can’t you see? We can work this something out, and I’m believin’...You get off on me, it’s like cheating” he shrugged, pulling away to let Deep take control of the song he mainly wrote himself- Bobby helped with the sound of it, but the lyrics were all him.

“I, I, I, I just want to watch you when you take it off” Deep purred, eyes falling softly closed. His fingers strummed against his guitar as he saw fit, just like how he planned. “Take off all your makeup, baby, take it off-”

Bobby and Beep caught each other glanced over at Ace. “You know?” Bobby mouthed to him.

“You do too?” Beep mouthed back.

“Did I not yell ‘hypocrite’ the other day?”

“Take off all your clothes, and watch you take it off~”

“Fair” Beep mouthed, shrugging.

Bobby, Deep, and Beep sang “take if off, take it off, baby, just take it off” twice, Deep controlling the next verse.

“Push me up against the wall, don’t take it easy” Deep grabbed his mic stand, shaking his head. “You like it hard like me...it’s what you need” he scoffed, smirk just about noticeable.

“Nice song?” Peep asked, appearing by Ace.

“Let’s get naked and explore, our inner secrets. For what it is,”

Ace crossed his arms, looking down at him. “Surprising coming from you- doesn’t your brother singing like that make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s what it is.”

“I mean, duh” Peep playfully rolled his eyes. “But, you gotta suck it up. You’re in a band with family, can’t get in the way of the fact that you’re in a band, full stop.”

Ace nodded in agreement.

Peep looked up at him, wondering if he truly was unaware that the song’s main element was the fact that Deep wrote it about him.

Deep repeated the chorus, Damien taking on the next line.

AKA, “Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off.”

Bobby carried on with “take it off, take it off, just-”

“Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off- take it off, baby just take it off” Deep sang, a hint of genuine pleading in his voice. His eyes were still closed, who knows what was happening behind his eyelids?

“Ow!” Bobby exclaimed, the Buddies giggling all around him.

“He always do that?” Gene asked, appearing beside Peep.

Peep jumped, holding Ace’s arm as if he was gonna protect her.

Ace grinned.

“Uh- yea. Either to make us laugh, or if it’s part of a- of a suggestive song- like this one. It’s kinda his thing, y’know?”

Gene looked her up and down, nodding and walking off.

“God.” Peep sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, Ace.”

“No worries, Peep” Ace pat her head.

Deep straightened out his fingers, trailing them slowly up his microphone stand in a suggestive manner. “I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on.”

“And it’s all mine” Bobby purred.

“I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on” Deep riffed ‘on’, Peep, Bobby, and Beep catching Ace’s impressed expression from behind his excessive makeup. 

Deep delivered the final chorus, the other men of the Buddies taking on vocalizations, echoes, and backing vocals. He panted silently when he finished, hearing Frankie tap his drumstick together in applaud.

Ace joined in, with actual applaud. “Sick shit, Deep!” He called.

Deep chuckled, turning to look over his shoulder. “Ah, thanks” he nodded, the attention from the others slowly leaking off of him and onto other things. “Hey, Ace, wanna hear something?”

“You know it” Ace grinned, pointing at Deep with both pointer fingers. He walked towards Deep, towering over the man because of his platformed boots.

“I went to the store to buy some condoms. When I went to the checkout, the lady asked me, do I need a paper bag? I said ‘no, I’ll just turn out the lights.’“

Ace exploded in hyena-like laughter, some of the Buddies laughing along because they overheard. He doubled over, grabbing Deep’s shoulder to help him keep steady.

Deep looked at Ace’s hand on his shoulder, blushing lightly. Slowly, he put his hand over Ace’s to ‘keep it from slipping’, if he were to get asked why. 

Ace put his other hand on Deep’s other shoulder, pushing on them to help him stand back up. “Wow, man- wow,” he panted, dumbed down to a fit of giggles. “You ‘n’ your siblings really know your shit, huh? Joke-making and lyric-writing...what more could anyone want?”

Deep got his hopes up with that, eyes going slightly wide. “Wow, I mean- I dunno. Charisma? Looks? Good in the sack?”

Ace shrugged. “If you can make someone laugh, there’s a chance that’ll be all you need.”

Deep felt his hopes reach as high up as the heavens. “Y’think so?”

“I know so. Hey, you should tell that to your brother. He tryin’ so hard to get to Starchild? Crack a joke or two, funny is sexy.”

Deep nodded obediently, “yea, sure, I’ll tell ‘im.”

“Good boy” Ace purred, patting Deep’s head and walking away.

Deep watched, same as always. Blue eyes trailing from the broad shoulders of Ace’s silly spaceman outfit, to dangerously loitering around his narrow waist.

“Snap out of it” Maria scoffed, shoving Deep.

Deep rolled his eyes. He turned around, seeing Beep talking to Starchild a way’s away from the stage.

“How’s your lil’ crushy-dushy going?” Bobby giggled, chin on Deep’s shoulder.

“‘Crushy-dushy’?”

 Bobby platonically kissed Deep’s cheek. “Uh-huh, and ‘crushy-bushy’ for Beep. I need a name as stupid as the idea that you two fell for a couple of our employers. Why can’t you be more like your sister-”

“Like I haven’t heard that enough in my life-”

“Shut up,” Bobby snickered, dragging out the ‘u’ in ‘up’. “Anyways, Derek, why can’t Benji and you be more like her, and simply be scared shitless of Gene, leaving him for Dolly to take care of?”

Deep scoffed. “Rats, my bad for falling for people using the feelings I can’t fuckin’ control. Whatever shall I do?” He dramatically apologized.

Bobby kissed his teeth, playing with the tassels on his jacket. “Steal a pair of my gogo boots-”

“You have more than one?”

“You don’t?” Bobby jokingly shot back. “Steal a pair and be closer to Ace’s height. Simple.”

“Then what?”

“Well, start playin’ this new single and start feelin’ and touchin’ and kissin’ and-”

“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear what a usual night between you and Cliff is like” Deep teased.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“No thank you.”

“I’d shove you but clearly, I’m not the one you want pushing you against walls, eh?”

“...Touche.”

“Push me up against the wall” Bobby crooned as he turned around, smiling as he watched Ace talk to Peter. “Ace’s my favourite, but don’t tell the others that I said that. You made a good choice. Now you just gotta catch it.”

“I know that.”

Bobby turned Deep to face him. “I believe in ya, Deep. Honestly. I believe in you ‘n’ Beep almost as much as I believe in Cliff ‘n’ me. Cliff ‘n’ me, we’re eternal. I believe in us more than anyone and anything in the universe. You understand, don’t cha?”

Deep nodded. “Yea, I do. Each time I see that ring he got for ya, I do.”

Bobby waved his left hand in front of Deep’s face, remembering their first conversation about it.

Bobby hopped into the the seat behind the passenger seat of Frankie’s car. ”Onward, ho!” He exclaimed, his buddies hollering along as they drove down the street. ”What’s on the plate today, prostitutes?”

Penelope, aka Peep, leaned back in the passenger seat. ”We’re hitting the roads today, doing whatever in between, and ending it off on some good ol’ cliff jumping. Kapeesh?”

Bobby nodded obediently. ”Vague, exciting. Very fresh.” He counted heads, “where’s Maria?”

Benji, aka Beep, sucked his teeth. ”On a date. Some guy named, uh, Jim? James? Heck if I know” he shrugged.

Derek, aka Deep, sat between Beep and Bobby. ”Speaking of dates, I heard someone finally tamed the wild and chaotic Bobby D. Brightside~” he teased, nudging Bobby.

“No, no, no. Someone finally tamed Cliff goddamn Booth, that’s the feat” Beep corrected. ”The dude’s a unit, and you’re telling me he popped a nice ‘n’ shiny ring for for a scrawny motherfucker from Baltimore?”

Bobby smiled sweetly, blushing at the mere thought of Cliff..

“Aw, rats- we lost Bobby. Hey! Earth to Bobby!” Deep called, nudging him.

“Eh?”

“You were gone for a second. Got a Cliff-induced smile.”

“That happens, y’know that. You got an Ace-induced grin yourself. Like how Beep’s got a Starchild-smile.”

“Well...You’re right, but Jesus, you didn’t have to say it.”

Bobby laughed. “I know y’both mean well, I do. Just...tread lightly, alright? Love in the world of rock ‘n’ roll can prove to be dangerous at times, no matter the people involved” he sucked his teeth. “And trust me, people can do some...weird shit, for love” Bobby winced. “I happen know from experience” he added, remembering the adrenaline rush he got from the night he strangled Billie Booth, in that fateful alleyway, on the fateful night that he got away with her murder.

And to this day, not a single person knows he killed her. No one. Not Cliff, Rick, the Buddies, KISS, MJ, Dolly, Soup, Emil, Floyd, Bruce, no one. And it’s gonna stay that way.

“Don’t- Don’t fall into that weird, scary pit. Okay? Same goes for Beep” Bobby asked, pointing over at Beep and waving at him.

Deep arched a brow, but decided not to ask any questions. 

Bobby hasn’t been very secretive about his past, so anything he hasn’t told the Buddies, Deep assumed it must be something too personal.

Deep understands that. He nodded. “Got it, Bobster.”

Bobby smiled, patting Deep’s cheek. “Atta boy, Deep.”

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Daddy Issues 12- End [Logan  x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your support guys, ILYSM! Here’s the final chapter of this series, I hope you’ll enjoy it! kisses!  ❤️

Summary: Future can be complicated.

Pairing: Logan  x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, dysfunctional relationship.

Word Count: 2905

Moodboard is made by @delicatelilyflower

Gif’s not mine!

When Logan got to the restaurant, he somehow looked distracted for some reason. Even after your food came, he kept checking his phone and you weren’t even sure he was listening to the half of what you were saying.

“And I wanted to-“ you paused, tilting your head to the right as he typed something into his phone “I wanted to…um, jump on his bones.”

Logan nodded, still focused on his phone, “Mm hm.”

“Yeah, in the rain because that’s so romantic.”

“Yeah, the rain.” Logan repeated and you scoffed,

“Logan!”

He raised his head from the phone to look you in the eye, then licked his lips nervously, “Hm?”

“What’s happening?”

He cleared his throat, and shifted in his seat, “Nothing.”

“I just broke up with my fiancé and it’s too boring for you or something?”

“It’s not-“

“You’re not even listening,”

“I’m listening.”

You narrowed your eyes, “What did I say just now?”

He paused, “Something about the rain?”

You heaved a sigh, annoyance taking over you and you put your fork down to push your plate away from yourself, then crossed your arms,

“Never mind, I want to go home now.”

“Y/N-“ he stopped you before you could push your chair back and you pulled your brows together, still glaring at him, “Babe, stop.”

“Why would I stay here if you will just be busy with your phone?” You asked petulantly, like a child and he looked almost hesitant for a moment.

“I thought you’d be happier that I broke up with him,” You stated, “Haven’t you been rooting for me to do so since I came back? Or was it only until I actually did it?”

“Buttercup…”

“Logan, if I wanted people to ignore me and be busy with their phones, I’d just spend time with my family, they do that enough already.”

Logan opened his mouth to answer but his phone vibrated on the table and he stole a look at the screen, then let out a breath.

“Finally.”

“What?” you asked as he threw some cash on the table, then motioned you to stand up, “Logan-“

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Leaving where?”

“Italy.”

You blinked dumbly but he was way too impatient for that, and he pulled you by the hand so that you’d stand up,

“Italy?!” You repeated, “Logan, what-“

“Come on, we have less than…” he checked his wristwatch “Half an hour.”

“There’s no way-“ you started as you got in the elevator and he pressed the button while you gawked at him, “Logan, I can’t just come to Italy!”

“Why not?”

“I-we-“ you stammered, “I should be home for dinner.”

He shot you an almost reprimanding look as he held your hand to pull you towards the car, making your heart skip a beat then both of you got inside the car.

“My parents-“

“They know,” Logan said as he started the car, and stepped on the accelerator, making you grab the seatbelt to buckle it.

“I- I don’t have my passport with me.”

“Handled.”

“I don’t have anything to wear!”

“Juliet prepared your luggage, they’re meeting us there.”

You tried to pull your thoughts together, “They’re coming too?”

“Yeah Y/N, I planned a romantic getaway so that you and I can spend time with my sister and her annoying fiancé.”

“William is not annoying!” You protested, and bit on your lip to stop yourself from smiling, feeling like you had butterflies in your stomach. Logan sped through the traffic, probably breaking multiple rules and you turned in your seat to look at him better.

“You planned this?”

“Yep.”

“My dad’s gonna kill you.”

“Mm hm, I know,” he said, “He did look really angry when I told him.”

“You told him? Face to face?”

He nodded, “He was with my dad at the company when you called,” he said, “Might be the most intimidating experience of my life, and I grew up with Juliet.”

You let out a laugh, “What did he say?”

“Let’s just say there were a lot of veiled threats,” he paused, “Some of them weren’t very veiled.”

You couldn’t help to laugh, “I can’t believe you.” You said, then all of a sudden, you remembered the way he told you how he had memorized your wedding folder, and your stomach flipped.

“Logan, Italy-?”

“Venice,” he stole a look at you “I’m saving Rome for a special occasion, buttercup.”

“Logan…”

“I’m not your lame ex boyfriend,” he stated “I happen to know what you like. What you want.”

You felt your face grow hot for some reason, “You’re not my boyfriend,” you reminded him and he  grinned at you as he pulled over.

“Yet,” he said, “But I’m making progress, wouldn’t you say so?”

You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself not to smile and pushed open the door, then made your way into the airport, where William and Juliet were waiting.

“Traitor,” You told Juliet as you hugged her, “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

She giggled, “He offered me money.”

“Oh yeah, because you so need it.”

“She will need it, she’s marrying William.”

“Don’t be a dick, Logan.”

Logan shrugged, “Your taste in men is terrible, sis.”

“I could say the same thing for Y/N, you know?” William mused aloud.

Juliet rolled her eyes and shook her head before she turned to you, “Come on, I would never tell you.” She said, “Romantic getaways are better as a surprise.”

“Y/N come on,” Logan said, and you hugged Juliet again,

“I owe you one,” you motioned at William, “Anytime you need to make a surprise…”

“I’ll call you first.”

“Have fun!”

“Make sure my dad doesn’t kill us when we come back?”

“No worries, he loves me,” Juliet winked at you when you pulled back “Go. Have fun, have your romantic, dreamy holiday.” She turned to Logan, “If I see her upset, Logan…”

“Yeah you’ll kill me, get in the line and tell dad I said hi.” Logan said and grabbed your hand, “We’ll see you guys later. William, don’t burn the company down while I’m away.”

“Don’t take him seriously.” You told William, then giggled and let Logan steer you to the door.

By the time you landed and got to the gorgeous hotel, you were still in disbelief. You held your breath, running to the huge balcony to slam the door open as Logan paid the porter and you stepped outside, covering your mouth with your hands.

Of course.

Trust Logan to pick the room with the best view.

“Better than Paris, I’d say.” Logan commented as he stepped into the balcony and you kept your gaze on the view, as if you were hypnotized.

“Thank you,” you muttered, still in awe and Logan chuckled before sneaking his arms around your waist. You smiled softly, your heart beating in your ears and leaned back to his chest as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“Consider it my thank you,” he muttered, “For not going back to that pretentious asshole.”

A small laugh escaped from your lips, “You really hated him, huh?”

“It wasn’t clear?”

“Not really,” you joked, keeping your gaze on the streets of Venice and your smile faded a little as the doubt hit you, “Do you think I’m a terrible person?”

You felt him move his head so that he could see you better, “What?”

“Because I’m here with you?” you asked, still staring at the view, “Because that’s very hypocritical of me, wouldn’t you say?”

“No,” he shook his head, “Completely irrelevant.”

You smiled sadly, and bit down on your lip before you turned to him, “Is it though?”

Logan looked deep in thought for a moment before he wetted his lips, then pulled back slightly so that he could look you in the eye.

“I, um…” he cleared his throat, “Okay, listen to me alright?”

You nodded, “Okay.”

“We’re meant to be together, Y/N.” he said, and you felt tears filling your eyes “We always have.”

“Logan-“

“I knew it since I was a child- actually, since you threw my favorite toy car into the fireplace because I made Juliet cry.”

You let out a teary laugh, “You broke her Barbie house, jerk.”

“Because she said I couldn’t play with you.” Logan said, smiling slightly, “I- the thing is, Y/N, I’ve always known. Deep down, I have and I still broke your heart, and for that, I’m really, really sorry. I know I never told you, and I know that the fact that I never told you broke your heart even more, but I’m sorry.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

“And the stuff I’ve done, when you left-“ Logan paused, and cleared his throat again, “I’ve done some fucked up stuff, Y/N.”

“I know.”

“You don’t,” he shook his head, “I had to- when I went to that theme park, Westworld, things got out of hand and I knew when I came back, you wouldn’t be here-“ he took a shaky breath, “I need you buttercup. I need you to be with me.”

You blinked back the tears and nodded slowly.

“Alright.”

His eyes searched yours as if trying to see whether you had meant it, “Will you?”

You nodded again, then stood on your tiptoes to press a small kiss to his lips, your stomach doing flips the moment your lips touched his. He leaned into you the moment you pulled back, as if you had some kind of gravitational power over him, his breath warm on your lips and you smiled softly, then entwined your fingers with his.

“Come on,” you muttered against his lips before you pulled back to tug at his hand, and he looked almost confused for a moment.

“Hm?”

You winked at him as you pulled him into the room, “We have some catching up to do, Delos.”

                                          *

“My Italian is so rusty,” Logan commented as you bit at the dried, sugary pineapple, leaning back to his bare chest, eyes focused on the huge TV while Logan turned the remote in his hand while his other hand caressed your hair, “I’m serious, I don’t understand shit.”

“Yeah Logan, that happens when you don’t practice.”

“Nah, you were always better than me.”

“You always spoke better French,“ you grinned and looked up at him, “Because-“

“You’re never gonna let that go, huh?”

“You had a crush on your French teacher.”

“Madame Mercier…” Logan shook his head, “She was hot though, come on.”

“You were like a puppy.”

“You had a crush on your history teacher, you don’t see me bringing that up.” He muttered to the crook of your neck, his fingers slipping to touch your bare shoulder and you pulled the sheets to you, crossing your legs.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Let’s stay here.”

You looked up at him, and almost automatically reached out to fix his messed up hair, making his dark eyes gleam as he smiled before he grabbed your hand to kiss your palm.

“No way. I’m not staying in a hotel room, I came to Venice after years, Logan, we’re gonna discover-“

“No, let’s stay here for good.”

You blinked dumbly, “In Venice?”

“Yeah. Away from my dad and your family.”

You tried to suppress your smile, “Logan, we can’t…”

“Why not? My dad hates my guts anyway-“

“Don’t say that Logan, of course he doesn’t.”

“And what’s really there for you?”

“I’m gonna take over the company when it’s time for my dad to retire. So will you.”

Logan heaved a deep sigh and rubbed his face as soon as his phone started ringing. He scoffed, taking a look at the screen.

“Speak of the fucking devil…”

“Give it,” you motioned at the phone before you took it from him and hit answer, “Hi Jim-Jims!”

Logan’s silent laughter vibrated his chest and you elbowed him, still holding onto the sheets as Logan’s dad cleared his throat,

“Sweetheart, how are you?”

“I’m very good, thank you. How about you?”

“Good, good… Logan treating you well?”

You pursed your lips, eyeing Logan’s naked chest, your cheeks burning, “Not bad,”

Logan narrowed his eyes at you, making you press your index finger to his lips.

“Well I must say this was very unexpected, this impromptu…holiday.”

“I know, but I’m extremely happy about it. It was such a nice surprise and I can’t thank you enough for-“

“He didn’t do shit, I planned everything-” Logan started but you covered his mouth,

“For letting us have this break,” you said, louder, “We’re both aware that the business is really important and we won’t be able to catch any breaks once we get back, we have many responsibilities of course.”

Logan made a face and James made a noise of agreement,

“That’s right. Although I’m not very sure that Logan is aware of it-“

“Oh he’s very aware of it. That’s why I have his phone, he kept dealing with business nonstop and I had to put an end to it.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m very surprised.”

“I feel very neglected!” you laughed, making him chuckle,

“Well that can’t happen buttercup. I don’t want your old man to get upset over that, I already upset him enough at golf course.”

Logan shook his head slightly.

“Let me guess, you beat him again.” You asked, “You know that’s not good for business.”

“What can I say, your father is a terrible player.”

You laughed “Do you want me to put Logan on the phone?”

Logan shook his head fervently and James thought for a second,

“I sent him a mail just now, make sure he checks that?”

“Will do, take care!” You said and hung up. Logan scoffed,

“That man loves you much more than he loves me.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re his son, Logan.”

“So what, he’d rather have William as his son.”

You put the phone on the nightstand before you glared at him, “That’s not true at all.”

“Oh no, it’s true. He told me the other day.”

You pulled back, anger filling your system, “I’m sorry?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Logan stated before he rolled over to grab some fruit and his phone, but you stopped him.

“James is-“

“A dick.”

“He’s just… he doesn’t know how to show his-“

“Y/N, if you say his love-“

“His love.”

Logan snorted as he bit into the fruit and chewed on it, “If I check this email, will you feel neglected?”

“I was just telling him what he wanted to hear,” you said and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you grabbed the nightgown and put it on.

“No, what’re you doing?” Logan protested, pulling you by the hand, “No clothes tonight.”

“I’m going to the balcony, would you rather if I were naked?!” you laughed before you got up from the bed, and stepped outside the balcony, the warm wind caressing your face as soon as you did.

You had no idea how you would fix this enmity between Logan and his father. Even if Logan insisted that it was no big deal, that he didn’t care, you knew deep down he did. It was true that Logan could be irresponsible, -to put it lightly- and James tended to be very tough on him, and you could practically see how bad it could affect their relationship and the company in the future.

Not to mention how it would affect you and Juliet.

You heard the door sliding open behind you and you looked over your shoulder to see Logan grinning, making you pull your brows together.

“What?” you asked and Logan held up the phone.

“We’re doing it.”

“Who? What?”

“Westworld. We’re- well the company is making a huge investment.”

You raised your brows, “An investment? In that theme park? You came up with that?”

“Yeah babe, that’s the future.” He let out a breath, excitement shining in his eyes making you smile, “It’ll take the company into a whole different level. It’s a genius plan, really, and he looked over everything and he just approved of everything, so we’re actually doing this.”

“Congratulations,” you giggled as he lifted you, holding you tight before he put you down “See? He actually trusts you.”

“Me and William will go there though, when we return.” Logan said, his eyes gleaming and you pulled back slightly.

“But Logan, you said-“ you paused, “You said things got out of hand the last time.”

He shrugged, “Yeah but that was the last time.”

“Logan…”

“Y/N, it’s gonna be great. I’m investing in the future-“

“And you’re sure things will stay in control,” you said slowly and he nodded,

“That was- the last time, I told you, it was because you were gone. I didn’t know what to do.”

You licked your lips, “Logan if things do get out of hand though…”

“They won’t. I have you now.”

“We never talked about it, but when I found you in that hotel room after Olivier proposed-“

“I thought I lost you, Y/N.” Logan insisted, “For good. I thought he’d- it’s different now.”

You nodded slowly and he pulled you closer to himself, burying his nose into your hair.

“Trust me buttercup,” he said, “We’re on the edge of the future.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled his scent, letting it wash away your worries, and a small smile pulled at your lips.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “Yeah, future sounds good.”

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She Deserves The World- Gerard Way

Okay so I wanted to see if you guys liked Gerard Way from My Chem. I saw a few people requested for me to write something on him and I love My Chem so I got really excited. I hope you guys like it.

Gerard’s P.O.V.

There was this girl. This girl that was so beautiful and had so much talent. She loved life and she was so happy all the time.

She trapped me with those big Y/E/C eyes. Her laugh could cure the world of all sadness. Her kind heart could be enough to save the entire world. She’d always been there for me, but was I there for her when she needed me? I liked thinking I was but I wasn’t. At least not this time. She was one of those people that smiled no matter what, always looking for the good in others. She was my best friend and I loved her, but I couldn’t have her. I’ve loved her for the past 2 years, ever since she started dating Bryan.

He was no good for her. I could see she wasn’t happy. He was a total dick to her. He drank all day long while she worked hard to supply money for his addiction. She can say she’s fine, but I could see the bruises on her back. I know he beat her, but I for some reason didn’t have the balls to say anything to her.

We have been best friends for years and I could see the light starting to slowly burn out in her. She had been distancing herself from me lately and I killed me knowing he had control over her. I don’t understand what she saw in him in the first place. I know that it might seem hypocritical of me to be saying all this because I was an alcoholic, but changed when I met her. She was the reason I gave up the awful lifestyle.

“Hey Y/N, it’s been like 4 days since I’ve talked to you. I’m starting to get a little worried. Please call me.”

Of course I got her voicemail. We use to talk to each other everyday. It started off with her just ignoring my calls but she would text me saying she was okay. Now it’s been 4 days with no contact. I’ve texted her, I’ve called her, I’ve even driven past her apartment. I saw her car there each time. I looked like it hadn’t moved. It didn’t concern me too much until today when I drove passed and saw the shades to the apartment all closed. She was the type to always want light to be shining.

This wasn’t like her. Something was really wrong. My predictions were only made more sense when suddenly Bryan came out of the front door yelling something about how slutty she is. I could stand hearing him talk to her like that. I saw her standing in the doorway. She looked so different.

Bryan drove off quickly in his truck and Y/N shut the front door. I had to see her even if she didn’t want to see me.

I parked my car on the street and walked up to the door. When I knocked on the door there was no answer. I rang the doorbell, still no answer. I called for her. Still no answer. I could knew something was happening behind this door that if I didn’t get in now, something worse was about to happen.

I knew she kept a key under the mat. Once I got the door open I called out her name again.

“Y/N. Where are you?” there was no response again. Where the hell was she. As I made my way through her apartment I saw all the empty bottles of beer, some were shattered on the ground. The smell of the apartment could get you drunk. Nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see.

I saw her standing at the kitchen counter staring down at a glass of water and pills.

Her entire body was covered in dark bruises. She was so out of it she didn’t even see that I was there. I didn’t want to scare her but I had to say something before she made a horrible mistake.

“Y/N?” I said softly. It still made her jump.

“Oh hey Gerard.” she said with the fakest voice and smile.

“Y/N, did he do this to you?” I asked gesturing to her bruised body.

She looked down at her arms then back to me. The light was gone. Her eyes were scared. I could see that she didn’t see the point in life any more. She just stood there staring at me.

“Y/N, we have to get you out of here. Please.”

“I can’t. You need to leave before he gets back fr-” she was cut off by the sound of a truck pulling up.

I saw fear wash over her.

“Gerard get the fuck out of here now. It’s for the best. Please.” she begged pushing me out the back door.

“Y/N, I’m not leaving you here. He can beat the living shit out of me. He’s not putting a hand on you.” I pushed my way back into the apartment.

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU? WHO’S WITH YOU.” Bryan yelled as he came in the front door.

“In the kitchen. Gerard stopped by to ask me a question, he’s leaving now though.” she said back.

“Gerard if you care at all about me you’ll leave. I’ll text you later I promise. Please.” she begged.

“Okay fine, but Y/N please call me.” she nodded and I walked out of the kitchen and headed for the front door. I saw Bryan standing in the living room. He looked drunk and angry. It pained me leaving but I wasn’t leaving for good.

I shut the front door and walked to the back of the apartment where I could peek through a window. I could see Bryan still standing in the living room where Y/N just entered. I saw his fist clench and her tense up.

He was screaming at her and she just took it. I guess after years of it she knew how to not make it worse. When I saw his fist raise I never ran so fast. I pushed through the back door and went straight to the living room where Y/N was on the ground in a ball. Bryan was on the ground in second with me on top of him punching him in the face.

I was so fucking angry.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING EVER LAY A HAND ON Y/N AGAIN OR I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU.” I screamed. I got up when I knew Bryan wouldn’t be able to.

I walked over to Y/N who was now in the corner of the room rocking back and forth.

I kneeled next to her and lifted her chin.

“Hey, hey look at me. You’re okay, this is all going to be okay. COme with me and i’ll make sure of that. Listen we have to go. I’ll bring you to my place. You’re not staying here. Ever again.” I spoke as soft as I could. She looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“Please bring me far away from here. I’m ready to leave.” I knew she wouldn’t be able to walk she was shaking so badly. I scooped her up brought her to my car.

The ride back to my place was silent. She was a totally different person from who she was years ago. She was fragile now, broken, hurt, and scared. I knew I had to be there for her and I knew this was going to take time. Time is what she needed and time was what I was going to give her.

Over the next few weeks she opened up more to me. She told me the horror stories that Bryan put her through. She told me of her sleepless nights, the beatings, the name calling, the abuse. She told me about the time when she came home 15 minutes late due to traffic and he beat her until she could barely breath. She told me how he would take her phone and look at everything she did on there and how he didn’t want her talking to me anymore.

I saw that it hurt for her to talk about it so I never asked questions. I just listened and held her when she needed to be held.

Even with her so different for those many years ago, I still loved her.

It had been 4 months since that day. She had light back in her, she was finally the Y/N I fell in love with. I couldn’t help but stare at her when she had that smile that could save the world.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked giggling as we sat at my kitchen table.

“Y/N can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Anything.”

I took in a deep breath before talking. “Why? What did you see in him? Why did you stay?” I saw the smile fade as she looked to the floor. I felt bad and before I could apologize she looked at me.

“Have I ever told you my biggest fear?” I shook my head no.

“Ever since I was little I had this fear of being alone. A fear of not being loved. So i threw myself at the first guy. I didn’t want to stay, but I thought that was what love was. I realized that what Bryan was wasn’t love after only a few months, but my fear of being alone kept me there. I don’t want to die alone and it scares the shit out of me everyday knowing I could have lost something that is actual love. The that brings me to my next fear. Telling someone I love them.” she staring at her hands.

I sat there letting everything she just said sink in.

“So, Gerard. Can I ask you a question now?”

“In a minute, but first I want to say something.” she looked at me shocked by my response.

“Y/N, I’ve known you for over ten years now. You made me a better person and you have always been there for me. When you started dating Bryan and we stopped talking so much, you changed. I remember the first time I realized something and it was so hard realizing this thing. Y/N I love you, I love you more than just friends. You saved me and you’ve been there for me. I wanna do the same for you. I understand if you’re not ready to hear any of this. I know you just got out of a really bad relationship but  want you to know that I’ll be here waiting for when you are ready, if you feel the same way. But if not, I also understand why…” I started to ramble on but Y//N cut me off.

“Gee, shut up and get over here.” she said standing up. I stood and before I could get to her she was kissing me. I kissed her back and it was just as perfect as I imagined it.

When we pulled apart she had that light back in her eyes, the smile, the happiness,and I couldn’t help but just take in all her beauty.

“Gerard, I love you. You the one I’ve loved since the beginning. I dated Bryan as a distraction. I regret all of it, but I wouldn’t change it if that means we wouldn’t be where we are right now. Gee, I’m not ready for a big relationship right now, but I wanna be with you. I wanna take this slow.”

“I will do anything you want, because that’s what love is. I want to show you what love is Y/N. We can do whatever you want. I’ll give you the fucking world. Out of all people I know, you deserve it the most.” pulled her close and she wrapped her arms around me.

“Thank you Gee. You always know how to make me feel better. I’m sorry for changing so much.”

“Don’t apologize, I don’t want to hear you apologizing for something you couldn’t control. You’re perfect in my eyes and you always were. Nothing will ever change my love for you.”

I meant these words from the bottom of my heart. I knew this would take time for her to heal, but I was going to be there for my best friend, now girlfriend until she felt safe.

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The Parent Trap (Biadore) [Chapter 2] - Henny

A/N: Hello, Dolls! I’m so happy with all of the positive feedback I’m getting from this story. I’m superduper overwhelmed! Anyway, I don’t know how you’ll take this chapter because it is currently 3:10AM as I write this. So, please enjoy my sleep-deprived and coffee-induced writing.

P.S Do you like my new line breaks? HAHAHA

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Portia woke up with someone poking her side. She grumbled a bit before burying her face further into her backpack which was pressed against the window. She started to doze off again, but the persistent finger or the person attached to it, rather continued to poke her ribs harshly. Portia’s hand suddenly grasped the stranger’s tightly, not even bothering to open her eyes.

“Stop it or I will cut you, Bitch.” She whispered threateningly to the stranger. She let go of the hand and will probably never put a face to it during the whole two weeks.

“Wow, I can’t believe you actually scared off Nick. He’s literally twice your size.” A new voice said. Portia opened one eye and looked at the girl in front of her. Well, the two minutes of not knowing whose finger it was was good while it lasted.

“That was a guy? Man, he had the most feminine hands! I thought I was holding a rose or something.” The girl laughed at her comment, and that made Portia very happy. The girl, name still unknown, reminded her of Bendelacreme with her looks and mannerisms. And, not to mention, the super upbeat tempo while she speaks.

“I like you. I’m Taffy.” The girl introduced herself, a hand reaching out to Portia.

“What kind of name is Taffy? Were your parents like high or something?” She blurted out. Porsche! She can almost hear her Dad’s disapproving tone which is kind of hypocritical, if you think about it: Adore is as shady as Bianca AND he was probably high when he named her.

Because of her mouth, usually, other people would leave Portia and never talk to her again, but Taffy stayed; she also laughed! Again.

“No, silly. It’s short for Taffeta!” Taffy giggled and bopped her nose. Good, Lord.

“Isn’t that like a fabric or something? Your parents named you after a roll of fabric.” At this point, Portia wasn’t in control of what left her mouth. She felt kinda bad, but at the same time felt the need to say it.

“Noo… It means delicate.” Taffy moved her body in a way, as if to say she was, in fact “delicate”.

“Bitch, I don’t know about you, but you’ll always be a roll of fabric to me.” Portia shrugged and the girl shoved her shoulder playfully.

“Okay, okay. Laugh all you want, but I still don’t know your name.”

“Portia.”

“Damn, okay. I don’t know how to make fun of that.” Taffy sighed in defeat. Portia laughed and felt that she was going to like Taffy and it was definitely the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

They continued to talk about whatever they could talk about, mostly the people in the bus. Portia definitely did not humor Taffy when she asked to play I Spy for the nth time.

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“Miss Haylock? We’re here.” Nerissa rolled her eyes and pulled out one of the earbuds stuck in her ears. She jumped out of the car and stretched a bit, taking in the atmosphere of the place in front of her. Music camp, huh. Who would’ve thought her dad would allow her?

“Cut the crap, Uncle Shane! You don’t have to go all formal escort on me.” She said as she walked to where her godfather was, and helped him retrieve her bags.

“You know, your dad says you’re an angel, but you’re a little monster, aren’t you? Not even a thank you, tsk tsk tsk” Shane teased as he carried her duffle bag out of the trunk. Nerissa watched as her uncle moved her bags from the trunk to the pavement.

“Well, I learned from the best. Heh. For what it’s worth, for a twink, you’re pretty darn strong.” She smiled in mock sweetness at the older man whose eyes widened.

“Where did you learn that word?” Shane asked, panicked, bending down to meet the girl eye-to-eye.

“What? Twink?” Nerissa repeated, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“Yes, and don’t repeat it. EVER.” Shane was shaking her now with his hands slowly gripping her shoulders tighter.

“Hmmm… When I was “sleeping”, I overheard your conversation with– who’s Dan? Or should I say Daddy?”  She was full on smirking now as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Ughhhh! Roy’s gonna kill me!” Shane threw his head back in despair and the little girl only laughed in delight. Shane regained his composure before he stared into her eyes with his own eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?” He asked and she smiles, pleased.

“Hundred, please. Also, I need new pointe shoes. Hmm… I wonder how I’ll get my new shoes now…” She sighed loudly, her green eyes still holding Shane’s stare as he grabbed his wallet to grab a hundred dollar bill. Nerissa opened up her palm to accept the cash, choosing to ignore Shane’s angry mumbling.

“Now about my shoes…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get you new ones. Roy knows it, right?” Shane asked, no anger in his voice anymore because he truly loves the girl and can’t stay mad at her for a long time.

“Duh! Thanks, Uncle Shane. Love you!” She beamed at the man. Shane rolled his eyes, but kissed her forehead still, whispering a quick “I love you” against her hair. He was about to enter his car when he saw that Nerissa was no longer smiling, but rather frowning with her eyes trained to the ground. He rushed to her side.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong, Little Duck?” He asked, cupping the girl’s cheek gently to face him. His heart broke when he saw teary green eyes look back at him. “Oh, Sweetheart.” Shane cooed as he pushed a few of Nerissa’s hair away from her face to wipe her tears. He brought the girl into his arms and rubbed her back affectionately, trying to mimic Roy’s movements in comforting the girl.

“What if nobody likes me? And– and nobody wants to be my friend?” Nerissa sobbed which only made Shane’s heart break even more. Sometimes, he forgets that Nerissa was also part Danny and she can’t always put on a brave face like Roy does.

“Then it’s their lost because they’d be missing out! Besides if they don’t want to be your friend then why do you want to become their friend? They’re clearly not worth it, Babe. Unless they gonna pay your bills, pay them bitches no mind.” That brought out a small giggle from the girl which made Shane smile in relief.

“And, remember what I taught you? The one my good friend taught me?– I wish you could meet her, you’d love her.” He asked, the little girl still wrapped in his arms.

“Mhmmm” Nerissa nodded, the twinkle of happiness starting to return in her eyes.

“If they’re mean to you, what do you say?” Shane asked. Nerissa straightened her posture and squared her small shoulders.

“Beat it, Queen!” She said sassily. Shane laughed and hugged his goddaughter tighter. After exchanging quick goodbyes, he rushed back to the car and took another glance at Nerissa who blew him a kiss and waved him goodbye.

“Go get ‘em, Princess!” He exclaimed as he, too blew her a kiss and started his long ass fuck drive back to New York City.

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“WELCOME GIRLS AND BOYS!” The banner greeted them. Portia wrinkled her nose at the stench of sweat and mud. She adjusted her bag up her shoulder and started to walk to the bulletin board.

“Porsche! What bunk are you in? Are we together” Taffy asked as she pulled her suitcase behind her.

“I haven’t checked. I just got my bag from that dog pile over there.” She shrugged and pointed towards a pile of duffle bags near the busses.

“Oh, shit.” Taffy cursed in shock, eyes widening at the amount of kids trying to retrieve their stuff as Portia read the listings.

“Noriega–Noriega–Nor– Here we go: Noriega, Portia. I’m in Strings Cabin!” Portia informed Taffy who bustled over to read the list.

“Michaels, Taffeta… Strings! YESSS!” The girls cheered as they tried to move against the hundreds of teenagers in the place.

“HEY! HEY! Give that back!” Portia heard a little boy’s voice shriek and her head instantly snapped to where the voice called out. She saw a little boy, probably three years younger, jump up and down to reach his bag from the grasp of…oh, Nicholas and his minions. She smirked.

“Portia, don’t! Not now, please?” Taffy begged, knowing what Portia was already planning to do

“This is just going to be quick.” Portia answered as she approached the scene of the crime.

“Hey, dickhead! Don’t you have anything better to do? It’s the first day, for Christ’s sake.” She crossed her arms as she stood in front of the group of boys. That got Nick’s attention, he dropped the bag and approached Portia who didn’t bat an eye.

“Do you really want to go there?” He threatened, getting close to her face.

“Yeah, I do. What are you gonna do about it? Hit me with your girly hands?” Portia snorted and could hear Nick’s friends trying to hold their laughter as the man himself looked taken aback.

“They agree."

“What are you talking about?” Nick asked furiously, throwing a quick glare to his minions to shut them up.

“I’m talking about how your mom’s ‘special’ hand lotion seems to be working well for you.”

“Yo– I–She do–”

“Does she realize that her son’s probably using her stuff to get smoother hands than she does?” She arched an eyebrow at him. His mouth gaped open and close until he huffed and walked away. She smiled victoriously as she walked back to her group of friends.

“Woah, Momma!” Taffy cheered and Portia took a bow before laughing loudly.

“How were you not scared?” The boy she saved from earlier asked, still tensed.

“Oh, I was, trust me. But, like my favorite Drag Queen always said: Never let a Bitch see you sweat.”

A/N This chapter made no sense, but it was fun to write! Ooh. I also plan to add links of the previous chapters below my fics from now on to give you an easier time to catch up with it, if ever. HIHIHIHI bye!

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