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coeurcanelle · 6 months ago

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DONT PLAY ANIMAL CROSSING AT 3AM

horror au

playing animal crossing was all fun and games with ellie until events happening in the game turned out to happen in real life

->inspired by a short movie on yt

Rainy days were your favorite.

They gave you and Ellie an excuse to stay indoors and play video games for hours on end.

After playing the same games repeatedly, growing emotionally attached to them, Ellie convinced you to give a try to something different from your usual apocalypse-themed games.

Halloween was tomorrow and ellie judged it to be the perfect time to introduce you to Animal Crossing's latest spooky update, a game you had never tried before.

"it's not traumatizing-scary, but I thought if I like it, you would too," Ellie said as she turned on her Nintendo Switch, a gift Joel had given her for her last birthday.

Often, she would gift you video games from her own massive collection, which hadn't gotten her into the Guinness World Records yet, but it might one day.

It was your favorite hobby together, a shared passion that easily brought you closer.

"you know what I like. If it's not pee-your-pants scary, it's deadly boring," you stated clearly as you made yourself comfortable next to her on her bed, lying flat on your stomach, propping yourself on your elbows as your eyes darted to her screen, the game just starting.

"oh yeah? we'll see about that. I bet ten bucks you'll get so addicted, you won't wanna go home tonight," Ellie said with a confident smirk, pressing 'play' as she seized the opportunity to have you to herself for longer than usual.

The screen flashed, revealing Ellie's character in a virtual room. "just watch me," she muttered, focusing on the screen as she led her character out of the room with a joystick.

Her character entered a clothing shop, trying on brand new clothes.

"I'll let you know that having no taste is a symptom of covid" you teased, followed by Ellie's soft chuckle.

She was used to your constant teasing but never grew tired of it.

"alright, try to make her look hot. we're going to see who’s going to need to get their health checked."

You smiled in victory, pleased to get a chance to play on her Switch.

"alright, bet" you said, going through every option available, trying your best to give Ellie's avatar a brand-new Halloween costume.

After a while, your lips curved into a smile as you admired her avatar in a cute, spooky witch costume.

But when you tried to buy the costume, your face fell in disappointment at the sight of Ellie's in-game money.

"man, she's broke af. that's why she looks so hideous. I can't even make her glow up, that's so sad."

"hey, take that back...as long as she's got clothes on, it's fine." Ellie said, taking back her Switch and removing the costume you were eager to buy.

You rested your head in your hand, already feeling exhausted, when suddenly, a loud, deep rolling growl pulled you out of your trance, followed by increasing pouring rain.

"looks like you're stuck with me tonight,"ellie smiled cheerfully, already plotting to stay up all night.

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Halloween was only after a night, right after the full moon, but the spooky vibe that accompanied it came early today.

Both of you had turned the lights off, total darkness enveloping you, with the rain pouring and spooky sounds coming from the game as background noise.

You and Ellie took turns exploring the city and completing Halloween quests, distracting yourselves from the menacing storm that didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

That is until another storm struck, slightly shaking Ellie's house and almost blinding you with the flashes of lightning outside the windows.

Now, the rain was pouring softly.

It was the calm before the next storm.

Turning your attention back to the game, the first thing you saw was Ellie's character momentarily freezing as the screen quickly flickered.

Ellie looked at you to see if you found this as creepy as she did.

"so, still boring as fuck miss apocalypse?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"a jumpscare here and there won't hurt"

A laugh escaped Ellie's lips. "bro, this is 'Animal Crossing,' not Freddy and his friends or whatever."

"Freddy and who?" A look of confusion on your face didn't betray your words.

"Freddy and his friends," she exclaimed, her gaze averted, trying to use her brain that's rotting from playing all the time. "the bear dude who scares kids or something. I dunno, I haven't played that stuff."

"that's FNAF, girl."you corrected, looking at Ellie puzzled. Between the two of you, you always assumed Ellie to be a game nerd.

"yeah, whatever," she said.

Now that you mentioned it, she actually remembered playing it but somehow forgot about it.

Your eyes drifted from Ellie's to her screen, which had stopped flickering, noticing many details.

"You know, I don't know how you managed to do that, but.."

Many details you've never paid attention to before.

"It's really cool how you got an exact copy of your bedroom in there," you said, looking back at Ellie, impressed.

Ellie’s eyes fell on the screen as she listened.

Her eyebrows furrowed suddenly.

She had never noticed too.

In fact, she had never decorated her in-game room with the intention of making it look like her real-life room.

As if trying to make her memories clearer, she scratched the back of her head, trying to think back to when she decorated her room in the game.

"uh, thanks. I never tried to make it look like my room, though."

"you even got the Savage Starlight poster on your wall," you pointed out, looking at her screen curiously before glancing at the same poster in real life, which was in the exact same spot in the game.

Though you were absolutely amazed by this, Ellie felt anything but impressed.

A feeling of unease started to creep up inside her.

No matter how much time she had spent in that game, she never recalled getting this poster.

This was undeniably weird, but it's only in such an atmosphere that things start to get interesting.

It was just a game after all.

"yeah, I think that's how I got broke," an awkward laugh escaped her lips, ignoring how hot she suddenly felt.

With shaky hands, Ellie wandered around her in-game room, which was just as dark as the one in real life.

To lighten it up, she walked towards the lamp on her bedside table, noticing it was placed just like in reality.

After looking at the bedside table, she focused her attention on her screen again and pushed a button to turn on the lamp.

At that moment, a quick 'click' sound echoed in the room, instantly drawing both your and Ellie's attention.

The bright lamp was flickering, casting shadows behind it.

You felt Ellie's eyes on you and turned to look at her, wondering if you both saw the same thing.

"you did that, didn't you?" Ellie asked, eager for a rational explanation for this unusual moment.

"no, I didn't," you exclaimed. The bedside table was just to your left, but your arms remained flat on the bed.

Even if you wanted to scare her, you couldn't have been that creative.

However,your words weren't convincing enough for her to believe them.

Still trying to figure out what was happening between her game and her room, she decided to try something again.

"stay here and don't move," Ellie ordered, to which you nodded and obeyed.

The drawer next to her closet drew her attention.

Her eyes fell back on her game, staring at the same drawer.

You watched Ellie's every move, your nervousness increasing as her finger pressed a button.

It was inevitable.

The drawer opened in the game.

The drawer opened in real life.

A mix of confusion and excitement flashed across Ellie's face as virtual and reality made one.

Thrilled by the turn of events, she turned to face you.

"now this is getting creepy as fuck," Ellie said, talking to you but becoming self-conscious about one thing.

You weren't alone anymore.

"yeah, this feels like the first minutes of a horror movie, but not the shitty low-quality serial killer ones—"

"the crazy haunted ones that leave you paranoid with 'inspired by a true story' in their summary."

"we're definitely in some 'bury your gays' type shit."

Ellie's soft laugh contrasted with the eerie atmosphere. No matter how serious the situation was, you were still able to make her laugh.

A part of her still clung to denial, seeking any rational explanation, but... where's the fun in that?

Was it scary because it was cool?

Or was it cool because it was scary?

Either way, this mystery was eager to be solved. Unsure of where all of this would lead, Ellie gave in to the temptation to discover it.

You decided to keep playing.

She then walked toward her in-game guitar, which was placed in the exact same spot in real life, right beside her desk.

Your eyes drifted toward it while Ellie was focused on her screen.

This was getting more and more interesting.

She pushed one button,making her character picking up the guitar.

As mini-ellie strummed the chords, you and her noticed something about the sound.

The melody wasn't coming from her Switch.

It echoed from her guitar in the corner of her room.

You couldn't believe your eyes,your ears and your mind.

In denial, you were convinced you were dreaming. But when you pinched your skin multiple times, nothing changed.

Ellie looked at you, seeking confirmation that this wasn't all in her head, a sign of her insanity.

"I'm starting to believe there's someone here with us," you said, your worried eyes meeting hers.

"you're just realizing that now?" she smirked.

You crossed your arms protectively, feeling thrilled by the game despite how scary it was becoming. "I'm actually surprised you still haven't peed your pants."

"trust me, it'll take more than that to freak me out like you."

"be careful what you wish for," you warned, feeling and fearing that something was about to happen.

In the dark,where fear and curiosty reigned over all your emotions,it was the comfort place for one thing.

The storm had calmed down for a while, but the rain continued pouring relentlessly.

Each droplet hit Ellie's closed windows, the sound resembling someone knocking.

Now you don't know how that spirit managed to stroll across the windows, but you knew that it got her.

It got Ellie.

With wide white eyes and mouth parted open, her body was entirely frozen, unresponsive to your calls.

The evil had total control over her body.

At least, that's what she made you want to believe.

After slightly shaking her to make her stop, you thought of her biggest weakness, something that always worked when she'd try to prank you like this.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Ellie panted as you tickled her sides, desperately trying to push you away from her before she fell off the bed,head hitting the floor.

Worried, you put a hand over your mouth at the scene. "oh my... are you alright?"

"would be better if you help me back up,"you reached out a hand that she carefully took, before helping her to lay back on the bed.

This is what she gets for trying to scare the hell out of you, always using the same old prank that only worked once on you.

When you were worried about her head, she was shamelessly laughing.

"you know what? laugh while you can. we'll see if you laugh once you wake up in the flames of hell after I choked you in your sleep."

"wow... nice charming words, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?" Ellie snickered as she saw you rolling your eyes at her.

The banter kept going, from playfully nudging each other's arm to pushing each other, as if nothing creepy had happened earlier.

That is, until your hands grabbed the Nintendo, back on the game.

Now that the virtual and reality have united, your careless laughter could easily turn into cold-blooded fear.

Ellie mirrored your wide eyes as she spotted the visual confirmation that both of you weren't alone.

Behind her character stood something in the dark.

Something because it was indeed not a human.

Its body blended with the color of death, or perhaps it was the other way around.

The darkness's arms warmly embraced its sinister presence.

The color of its eyes was the only hue transcending through the darkness in the room.

They were red—red like pumping blood and Persephone's pomegranate. Not leaving the character’s body.

Its eyes were able to pierce through the darkness, as if its life was too fierce to be halted by death.

Because it was death itself.

Ellie's eyes turned to you instinctively, seeking confirmation that it wasn’t part of her imagination.

You returned the same gaze, but not effortlessly. This unexpected turn of events made your mind run laps of thoughts and your body freeze in place.

With the same thought, "Is it behind us?" echoing over and over, the silence grew too loud, nurturing your frightened state.

Then.

The door creaked.

The one behind you and Ellie.

Your eyes remained on hers, with fear enveloping every single last spark of excitement and amusement.

"It's just the wind, right?" you managed to whisper.

Ellie still understood you despite your shaky voice, mimicking the same tone as yours. "the windows are closed."

That wasn't the first time rationality couldn't explain the strange events around you.

You were just afraid it wouldn't be the last time either.

Suddenly, a message appeared on the screen.

As your curious eyes returned to the screen despite the fear slowly consuming you, another feeling began to take over.

"Don't. Look. Behind. You."

It was regret.

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #tlou #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #wlw #lesbian

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incorrectbatfam · 2 years ago

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Got any Carrie Kelly headcanons? She is such an underrated Robin

For those of you who are new here, Carrie Kelley is technically the third Robin after Jason. She's had a couple of cameos across different universes (like as Damian's acting teacher), but the majority of her appearances are confined to Frank Miller's The Dark Knight Returns where she is a 13-year-old girl who takes up the Robin mantle herself after an aging Bruce returns to the vigilante scene. Her canon sucks, but since I'm out here butchering the batfam anyway, I might as well revamp her characterization.

In regards to her place in the batfam, I think 13-14 is a good age for her because it helps fill in the gap between Tim/Duke and Damian, plus it adds balance because the rest of the girls skew older and it gives her more room for growth. Also 13 is prime Chaotic Weird Girl age and Carrie would absolutely be one

And I know she was briefly Batgirl in canon but can we also revamp that? There's a Batgirl void that she can totally fill but canon is like unseasoned boiled brussels sprouts. In my mind she's Batgirl but with a better costume, different mindset, and keeps her fun and distinct firecracker slingshot

Every time she goes shopping with Alfred, she comes back with another candlestick. She's up to ten now and they're all sitting in her room, fire hazards waiting to happen

She volunteers to help with the kindergarten and she's really good with kids... when she's not acting like one herself. She comes home after the first day with finger paint all over her face

A carjacker tries to break into the Batmobile and she just walks up to them like "Excuse me that's not yours"

She always keeps the dictionary up on her phone in the unlikely event she needs to prove to someone that contranyms are thing

She knows exactly what certain words mean, but pretends she doesn't and uses them wrong in the family groupchat because she knows Bruce will ask, which forces the other batkids to not only explain what a malewife is, but also correct Carrie by demonstrating how to use it correctly

She remembers every Taylor Swift song by heart and she's not ashamed

"Any pool is a public pool if you have the initiative," she says before selling wristbands for Bruce's pool

She gets the pets their own phones so she and Damian can text them throughout the day

She asks Bruce before taking any money, but the way she frames it is weird. For example, she'll ask him for a hundred bucks to buy some video games because that's the market price only to get them for $20 at a garage sale and spend the rest at on a really expensive burger

She's one of the privileged few to come across a person buying 300 watermelons in real life

Her invitations to hang out are like "Wanna come over? We can watch a movie or clean the Batcave, whatever works"

Damian is the "don't eat meat" type of environmentalist, but Carrie is the "I'll spam you with sad turtle pictures so you'll recycle plastic" type of environmentalist

She stocks up on Teen Spirit deodorant so she can say she smells like Teen Spirit

Her makeup skills are... not good. Jason mistook her for a Joker sidekick

She also snuck into Jason's phone and hid one of his Robin pics in his profile

She clips her nails during Bruce's briefings

Carrie and Duke go to the bookstore and see who can find the most Written By A Male Author book

She drinks water with a dash of olive oil

At galas she wears suit tops with skirts and light-up Sketchers

Carrie also doesn't care too much about gender or pronouns. She has a "she/they" pin on her backpack, but that's only 'cause she found it on a bathroom floor and liked the color

Her favorite nap spot is Bruce's favorite chair. It's a huge plush armchair and she's small enough to pass off as a cushion, so Bruce always has to double-check before sitting down

Carrie can read cues in other relationships, but not her own. After Kon offers to refill Tim's drink she's like "ooh he likes you" but when a kid at school gives her flowers on Valentine's day she's like "I think they were just being friendly"

She's the only Robin not to have dentists ask about broken or missing teeth

At a sleepover, she and a few other kids catfished someone on Hinge using a terrible teacher's picture

Her drawing skills are pretty good (not Damian level though) and one time when Dick was sad she drew him as the Dreamworks crescent moon kid

She's friends with the old lady that shops at Trader Joe's the same time she does every week

She puts all her phone calls on speaker. ALL. OF. THEM

She goes to Canada on a short mission and promises to bring back souvenirs. She brings bagged milk

#carrie kelley #robin #batgirl #batfamily #batfam #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman #batman family #dc comics #headcanon

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braveclementine · 7 months ago

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Chapter 36

Warnings: Heavy angst

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

HOGUN DID NOT STAY IN ELIZABETH'S ROOM room that night. He, Thor, and Loki had been called up to Asgard for an important meeting. He had argued for skipping it, but Elizabeth was the one that pushed him to go to Asgard.

"I'll be fine." She promised, kissing his and Loki's cheeks. "Y/N is more upset than me tonight. And she's got Stephen and Tony with her."

"But Sam is going to be with the super soldiers tonight." Hogun said, troubled. "Which means you'll be alone tonight."

Elizabeth smiled, pushing him into the circle with Thor. "And I can sleep alone for one night Hogun."

He looked upset with this, but by then, Heimdall had called them up to the Asgard in a swoosh of rainbow light and he couldn't argue anymore.

Elizabeth had then gone back into the tower to go to the kitchen and wash up the movie dishes. She could hear Steve, Sam, and Bucky yelling at each other in one of the upper rooms. She winced. She caught hers and Y/N's names and knew tomorrow something big would have happened.

She did go up to bed, but once she was actually laying in bed, she couldn't sleep.

She tossed in turned in bed, vividly reminded of that one video on the internet with the man repeating the word 'no' and with each 'no' he changed positions on the bed, even ridiculous ones like on the wall or ceiling.

Finally, she ended up with her head where her feet should've been and her feet propped up on her pillow.

She sat up quickly, burying her face into her knees and started to cry.

She wasn't sure why she was crying. Whether it was just the stress of the scene of the movie, or perhaps reliving the memory of the event.

She remembered clearly what happened, because she had been surprised when Jellybean upended her off of her back. She was a wonderful rider, and couldn't believe that she could be upended period.

When she'd landed, she was surprised once more that Y/N was already in front of her, and then was shocked when Y/N pushed her, already crying, screaming that she wasn't broken.

Elizabeth still believed to this day that there was something extremely wrong with her. Not only did she have to have so many soulmates to complete her, but that she had to have her sister's soulmates complete her.

And she was so broken that her mother wanted her dead and neither Bucky or Steve wanted anything to do with her.

That thought brought out a loud sob into her throat.

She wiped her eyes. She couldn't afford to go to pieces like this. She had already declared her fine without her soulmates. She didn't need them. She didn't even want them.

Suddenly, the door opened. She looked over and hoped that in the dark, Bucky couldn't see her red eyes.

"Can I come in?" Bucky asked hesitantly.

Not sure her voice could hold up, she nodded her head.

Bucky closed the door behind him and sat down on the edge of her bed, keeping her back to him. "Can I um, lay next to you?"

Shocked, but uncertain, Elizabeth murmured, "Um, yeah."

She laid, down, staring at the ceiling. Though Bucky did lay next to her, he kept a wide gap of space between the two of them. It was silent for a moment, and then Bucky said, "I want to tell you something."

"I don't know if I can hear excuses right now." Elizabeth murmured.

"They're not excuses." Bucky said. "I just want to tell you a story."

Elizabeth was silent and let Bucky know that it was a sign for him to continue.

"When Steve and I first met, I knew he was my soulmate immediately, even though we didn't touch. I could just feel it. We didn't touch for a while, mostly because I avoided skin to skin contact. I watched him watch girls that walked by, but none of them ever gave him a second glance.

"Steve was a sick kid. Asthma and all of these other health problems. When we finally did touch, he was in shock. He couldn't believe that we were soulmates and I tried to play it off as well. Of course, we both also knew that we had three other soulmates, and we also knew that we had the same soulmates. Originally, I think that's why he made his choice. Otherwise, I think he would have rejected me.

"When I went off to the army, he followed and he met Peggy. I could tell he was immensely disappointed that the two of them weren't soulmates, but they dated anyways."

Bucky was silent for a moment and when he spoke again, his voice was cracked.

"Steve. . . I loved Steve the moment I laid eyes on him. I was so afraid that he'd reject me. But eventually, he fell in love with me too. And I treasured our relationship immediately. We made a promise before I went into the army that no matter who our other soulmates were, we'd never let them tear us apart. We would always have the same view on our soulmates."

Bucky cleared his throat.

"Steve met Sam first of course. And I was pleased when the two of them showed up to get me and they were together. I was never sure that Steve was as strongly attracted to males as he was the females. And I liked Sam too so the three of us became a great love triangle. And then Y/N came into our lives. Steve was ecstatic. We all were, really.

"Clint. . . he told us that Y/N was having nightmares. That she had nightmares about you killing her. This. . . well it alarmed Steve. He was afraid you were a danger to Y/N. He wanted nothing to do with someone who could hurt Y/N. But I. . . I wasn't on the same page. I thought you were beautiful and kind. Innocent as well. When I heard you didn't believe in sex outside of marriage, I thought I'd met the dream girl. The one that had the same values like me. I was so ready. . ."

He cut himself off and Elizabeth felt her throat tighten.

"Steve told me he wouldn't make me choose, but he also reminded me of our promise. I knew that if I. . . if I pursued you, I'd lose him. And-" Here Bucky's voice completely cracked, "-I couldn't lose him. I couldn't lose him for anything or anyone. He's my first love and if I lost him. Can you. . . can you understand that? If Hogun asked you to avoid a soulmate?"

Elizabeth knew exactly what Bucky was feeling. Because if Hogun had asked her to avoid a soulmate the two of them shared, because he had bad vibes coming from that person, she would trust him wholeheartedly.

"Yes." She whispered listlessly. "But I would never, ever hurt my sister."

"God, I know that dol- I know." Bucky quickly corrected himself. "That's why Tony called Steve an idiot. Tony knew, or probably guessed more like it."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because you deserve to know that it had nothing to do with you." Bucky murmured. "I know. . . I know how someone views themself when people reject them. Especially with your mother adding to it. You're. . . you're absolutely beautiful. You're intelligent. You're kind. You're. . . I wanted you so bad you can't even imagine. But. . ."

Elizabeth felt the tears quietly spill over the edges, streaming down her cheeks.

"But I cannot be with you. Because Steve. . . because even still, Steve will not be with you. And I cannot. . . I cannot be without him. And I'm sorry for hurting you. And I'm sorry that this decision will still hurt you."

Elizabeth was amazed that her voice was so calm and showed no sign of tears when she spoke, "That's alright Bucky. Thank you for telling me. I knew long before I met you all that there was a chance I wouldn't have all my soulmates. I've turned out luckier than I thought."

Bucky leaned over and kissed her forehead, before slipping off the bed. He padded over to the exit, and slipped through.

Elizabeth immediately sat up, curling into a ball and started to cry. Her emotions were all over the place and she wasn't even sure what part she was crying about. But the next thing she knew, strong arms were around her and one of them was metal.

"I'm sorry doll."

Elizabeth turned, pressing her face into his chest and sobbed out, "I just wanted all of my soulmates! I just wanted all of you to love me! That's all I ever wanted Bucky! Bucky!"

Bucky couldn't respond, looking down at the sobbing girl who had angelic beauty. He could actually feel his heart tearing apart in knife stabbing pains as she cried his name out in earnest, in begging. His arms trembled, holding her so tightly to his chest that he was afraid he'd suffocate her, but he knew all to well that this would be the one and only time he would ever get to hold her and he couldn't loosen his grip.

He held her, body wracking with sobs and the occasional, soft call of his name. And as she fell asleep, her face tear-stained against his chest, he whispered, "I love you. Forgive me for hurting you. I am so sorry."

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YOU NOTICED THAT THERE WAS A VERY subdued atmosphere the next morning. Breakfast was near silent as Elizabeth put out plates of pancakes and waffles with an unusual amount of cheerlessness. You also noticed that she seemed close to tears and was avoiding looking at Bucky in particular.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam were not looking at each other either. They were clearly avoiding each other for some reason and you thought back to Tony's admitted statement. Perhaps Sam hadn't known and they had fought.

The others were silent, respecting the others. Clint's eyes kept flickering around the table as though he wanted to say something. Natasha had already left the room to lay down. Wanda, Vision, Pietro, and Rhodey made small comments to each other at the far end of the table. Tony, Bruce, and Stephen weren't there. Nor were Thor, Loki, and Hogun.

You wanted to broach a conversation, but you didn't dare say anything until it was only you and Elizabeth left.

"What. . . what happened last night? I mean after we all left the movie room." You asked awkwardly.

Elizabeth paused from where she was loading the sink up with hot soapy water. "Oh. Bucky came to talk to me. About why he and Steve were avoiding me."

"Because of my nightmares?" You asked quietly.

"You knew?" Elizabeth's voice cracked.

"Tony told me last night." You explained and then winced. You had probably just put Tony in a lot of trouble.

"How many of them knew?" Elizabeth asked and you knew you were right. She was very close to tears.

"Stephen seemed surprised if that helps." You murmured. "And Sam suspects that Tony more guessed than actually knew for sure."

Elizabeth sniffed, but you couldn't see her face so you had no idea if she was crying yet or not.

"So. . . what did Bucky say?" You pushed.

"That he wanted to be soulmates but that he couldn't as long as he was in love with Steve." Elizabeth said. She had to pause between words, which meant she was hiding the fact that she was crying.

"Elizabeth I'm sorry." You said softly. "I never meant-"

"I know." Elizabeth snapped.

You bit your tongue and looked back down at your coffee. You wanted to get more out of Elizabeth, but you had no idea what questions to ask. And then you thought of a brilliant plan.

You would goad her.

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BUCKY WALKED IN ON STEVE, WHO WAS sitting on the bed, his chin resting in his hand. He looked extremely upset and Bucky let most of his anger go. "Steve? You alright?"

"No." Steve answered without looking at him. "I fucked up."

"Language." Bucky said lightly.

Steve afforded him a short smile and then he pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes. "Why am I like this?"

Bucky didn't answer, sitting in a chair near the bed, waiting for Steve.

Steve finally looked at him. "You know. I always swore that I'd never hurt a single soulmate of mine. So when I thought Y/N was scared of Elizabeth, I was upset. I knew that by protecting Y/N- or thinking was protecting Y/N- I had to hurt Elizabeth. And once I met Elizabeth, I hated it even more. Why? Why didn't I just talk to the both of them Buck? Why did I have to be so stupid?"

Bucky sighed. "You get blindsided when you try and protect those that you love."

"I'm supposed to be the kind one." Steve murmured. "The one that doesn't make judgements until after I get to know a person. I was so scared that Elizabeth was putting on a façade and Y/N's nightmares didn't fade and I've made everything worse because I let you stay out of the relationship too. And I knew you liked Elizabeth."

Bucky was silent, thinking of how tightly Elizabeth's fingers grasped his shirt as she cried herself to sleep. How all she wanted was love. His love. Their love. But he couldn't blame Steve.

"Buck." Steve's voice cracked, "Back when we were soulmates, I loved you. I tried to act like I didn't. I was so scared. You still had that playboy act and I thought you'd break my heart. So I thought if I was aloof first, then I couldn't get hurt. But instead, I hurt you. Why am I such a fucking loser?"

Bucky got up, wrapping his arms around Steve as he started to cry. "I've ruined everything Buck. I've even ruined the relationship with Sam! Why are you still here?"

Bucky kissed Steve's tears away. "Because I love you Stevie. I've only ever needed you. I can live without the others, but I can't live without you."

Steve choked back a sob, burying his head into Bucky's shoulder. Once he recovered, Steve breathed out. "I liked her, you know? Elizabeth, I mean. She was the ideal doll, as though she was plucked from our time period. Not that I don't love Y/N-"

"I know." Bucky said softly.

Steve wiped his eyes. "I overheard what you and Elizabeth said. She'd accept you, you know. If you went back to her. You'd have to work for it a little, but since it was my fault anyways, she'll be more lenient to you. I know you want her and she wants you and I can fix a little of what I broke. And it'll put Sam back in good spirits with you."

"But then you'll be unhappy." Bucky said softly, cupping Steve's jaw.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy." Steve whispered, leaning his forehead against Bucky's. "Please? At least try with her. I want to see you all happy."

"Even if you're unhappy?" Bucky asked softly. "That doesn't seem fair."

"Life isn't fair. It means everyone gets what they need. You need her. She needs you. It's a win-win." Steve said softly.

They were both silent for a while, holding each other in their arms. Both of them needed the comfort.

And then suddenly, screaming echoed from downstairs.

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qianoir · 3 years ago

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After Midnight 3 - Stars

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college dropout!Ten (WayV) x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, angst with fluff on top

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 13+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing (censored), lying, family problems, mentions death of reader's father, romance

♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9K

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @staysstrays

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Your head was pounding from your ears drinking in the tantrum of a 3 year old boy, the cries diving straight into your ringing eardrums. A young couple showed up with their child who started offing himself about your café not having some made up hybrid cake he wanted for the last 10 minutes.

The boy started flailing around and knocked his mother's iced Americano out of her hand in the process, landing the freezing and pungent liquid all over you.

The LED clock above you flickered with a new hour, freeing you from the café’s dark roasted chains. You ripped the soaked apron over your head and stuffed it into the back room’s washing machine before taking hold of your belongings and rushing out of the building after saying a quick “good-bye” to your mother- who was not about to deal with the coddled boy and you leaving all at once, so she kicked the spoiled family out, them following your irritated trail on the way through the doors.

You were walking fast to have a little costume change before meeting up with Ten and his friends, 5 o’clock coming within the next 20 minutes.

Y/N

Heyyo I had a little accident at work so I'm going to stop by my place to clean up before heading over to yours.

Once you were in your own space, you peeled the rest of the coffee soaked clothing off of your body, sticking the wet collection into the washer to cold soak after dressing up nicely.

TEN

d.amn it y/n you are too old to be soiling yourself

???

Y/N

That’s not what I meant!

TEN

Whatever ;p

Stepping out into the bright evening air, you realized you don't even know where the hell to go. The napkin with the address was in the pocket of your apron washing back at the café.

You recognized the street that leads to Décalcomanie, the street that leads to Myeongdong, and one leading to a duck shop.

Admitting defeat, you texted Ten.

Y/N

hey so I left the napkin with your address in my apron.. which I don't have would you mind sending it to me?

TEN

such a handful~

You followed the GPS to his address. His apartment building was on the other side of your school you usually metro to, so it was a pretty tiring walk. Arriving fashionably late, you knocked on door number 117.

There was a lot of commotion and screaming, as you were previously informed. Finally, Ten opened the door and waved for you to come in.

Taking your shoes off at the entrance, you saw three guys tackling each other, two others playing video games, and one really fine looking man behind an island in the kitchen.

"Hello!!" One of the guys being tackled shouted and waved at you which got him punched in the back by the guy orchestrating the tackling. You hesitantly waved back "Hi Y/N!!" The boy in the kitchen said with a charming smile.

"Lovely place." You said to Ten with a giggle as he closed the door with an annoyed look on his face. "Y/N, these are my friends,"

He took you over to the couch where the two players were. "This is Sicheng and Xuxi," The two boys playing Mario Kart threw a glance your way and waved with a smile. "these fools are Hendery, Xiaojun, and Yangyang.."

Hendery strained to wave again under the two boys with a big smile on his face, as did the two others. Ten swayed you into the kitchen and introduced you to the last man. This guy was so handsome, like the Asian bachelor. "I'm Kun." The man greeted, kindly.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Our Ten always talks about you." Yangyang says walking towards you two. Ten sent him a glare. "Is that so?"

"At least I'm not blind from having my head up my ass all day, Yangyang shut up!" His voice cracked, making you and Yangyang erupt in laughter.

"Anyways, if you'll excuse us- I invited Y/N here for us to be alone." He took your wrist in his grasp and led you to a room.

Ten pet a space on the bed for you to sit down while he leaned over his desk, searching on his laptop. A slow beat filled the room. You recognized this song- the song your dad would play for your mom in the car on long road trips: Something by The Beatles.

Something in the way she moves

attracts me like no other lover

Something in her style that shows me

I don’t want to leave her now

you know I believe and how.

Your parents were so in love. When your father first heard this song, he had made it their special theme to portray their love. They had both become big fans of The Beatles and always had this song pop up at least once in every holiday or event playlist or could be caught quoting it occasionally when the timing was right. Your heart sank in your chest at the memory.

You hadn't realized that the song had ended or that Ten was at your side watching you intently. You looked up at him and he offered a small smile.

"My parents used to listen to this song all the time."

"Really? Are you guys close?"

Your mouth felt sour hearing the inevitable question. “My dad died from pneumonia when I was younger. My mom tries to be present for me, but I know she misses him.” Tears puddled at your waterline as you forced yourself not to cry. “Sometimes I think she only keeps trying because she thinks I’m studying premed when I really hide pointe shoes in my closet. I don’t have the heart to tell her what I’m really majoring in.. because I’m terrified of us losing each other completely and frankly, she would never forgive me of my dishonesty if she would stay.”

"It's not wrong.. following your passion" Ten announced after a whole note of silence, "I'm sorry for making you bring up such a past, but I’m happy I can at least sympathize with you..” He looked away from you to recall his memories clearly.

“My parents didn't agree with me wanting to study dance either. And they certainly did not agree with me leaving my hometown in Thailand and dropping out of college to come here for the best art opportunities. Mine and the rest of the guys outside; all of us are a little more distant from our family than usual just because we are passionate." Ten confessed.

"I'm sorry." You weakly rasped.

"I'm not." Ten smiled at you.

"My friends and I are doing what we love without anyone holding us back and one day it's going to all pay off.. I know it will.. If it wouldn't I would have never dropped out."

You could understand where he was coming from. He is really passionate and faithful to his dreams, it is a little inspiring.

"And you seem to be doing good on your own, too. You're studying dance, which I'm sure you're amazing at, and working at the café to help your mom, letting people make a mess of you that you always undoubtedly pick yourself up from." You laughed, the sad tears rolling down your cheeks and turning to bittersweet tears of joy.

"Thank you, Ten."

"Anytime, Y/N." He handed you a napkin for your eyes.

A cough was heard outside the closed door, along with faint whispers.

"Lucas, shut the HELL up!"

Ten got up and opened the door, making four boys come tumbling inside the room.

All rushing to get up, Lucas stayed laying on the floor, "Uh, hi guys." he offered a charming smile. "We were just coming to tell you that dinner is ready?" Yangyang shrugged obviously.

Ten snickered.

"Nice try, guys-"

"Dinner is ready!" Kun yelled from the kitchen.

"What did I tell you?" Yangyang stuck out his tongue, cockily. Ten rolled his eyes and looked over at you,

"Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Uhm-"

"She is staying, I already made her a plate!" Kun yelled once again from the kitchen. The other boys ran out of the doorway to the kitchen.

"I guess it's settled then..." Ten sighed and reached his hand out to you, which you took. You were led into the dining room where the other boys sat. Ten placed you in a chair next to his and Kun’s.

Kun had made zhajiangmian, a Chinese traditional celebration/comfort food aka Chinese spaghetti. It tasted so much better than the bread pastries and milk teas you had been living off of in the past year.

Everyone was very talkative during dinner, you even found out that Ten choreographs his own dances for himself and the others to perform and learned that Kun has a degree in music from a prestigious university in Beijing. The boys you had dinner with were really fun to be around and gave you lots of energy after the intricate start to the new semester.

You didn't realize how lonely your little apartment was until now, even when sharing it with your mother most nights. They made you feel so comfortable and content after lacking companionship since your high school days. Also the food was really good, thanks to Kun.

Everybody finished their food but still continued the little chat at the dinner table "And this one time, Ten ate butter thinking it was ice cream! Who does that!?" Yangyang finished off his story punching the table with laughter.

You glanced at the time on your phone. It was almost 10 o'clock and you had to get to sleep early for your new 8 AM class.

Ten turned to you when he felt short tugs at his hoodie. "Cinderella has to get home?"

The room got quiet with Ten’s words, but quickly exploded in a swarm of whines and begs for you to stay. You gave them an apologetic smile.

Ten stood up, pulling me with him, "I'll walk you home." He was already at the door, kicking on his shoes. Everyone bid you good-bye as you waved to all of them before you and Ten were out the door.

"It's this way." You motioned in the direction of your apartments. Ten nodded and followed your path. It was silent the whole way, but it was a nice silence. It was peaceful with just you two. Arriving soon, you stopped in front of the entrance and turned around to look at Ten.

"Thank you for having me over, I really enjoyed it. Your friends are really nice."

"Of course. I’m really glad you came. I like spending time with you and I think my friends do as well."

Smiles were exchanged and hearts skipped, both of your breathing patterns were evident in each other’s dialogue. "Do you have any last lyrics before we end the night?"

Your building never shines like the others in its distance. The only light around you is the one that blooms in space and allows the stars to twinkle down to where you stand. Ten took your chin is his hand and created perfect eye contact:

"Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And all the things that you do.”

He tossed your chin up before walking off into the night.

To Be Continued…

Something by The Beatles

Yellow by Coldplay

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Nine

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Sharise and I watch as Adriana demonstrates basic pole dancing techniques in the empty strip joint.

Sharise, me, Duff, Steven and Steven's lady friend/dancer, Adriana, all came into Adriana's place of work during closed hours, with the permission of her boss, being that this is the club the "Girls Girls, Girls" video is being filmed in and I decided I'd join Sharise in it.

Of course Sharise and I aren't gonna be doing Cirque du Soleil on a pole in the video, it's just an excuse to get out of the house and good off for a few hours.

"Okay, going upside down." She states. "Stand to whatever side of the pole is most comfortable, and whatever side you stand on, place the opposite foot close to the base of the pole." she tells us. "So, I'm standing to the left of the pole, so my right foot is gonna be near the base of the pole, and my right hand is gonna hold the pole at shoulder height, and you'll want to hold the pole close to you so it's a tighter spin."

"Ooo." Steven comments to add interest, sipping his beer.

"Now, your other hand, will hold the pole higher up, like this." Her left hand holds the pole higher up. "Then you kick the leg that's furthest from the pole, up." Her left leg kicks up. "While acting like you're trying to pull the pole downward." She's upside down in half a second. "Then the leg you kicked up wraps around the front of the pole, and the leg you kept closest to the pole, goes behind. And when you slide down," she slowly starts making her way to the floor, "keep your chin tucked so you don't fall and break your neck." She reaches the floor and is smoothly laid onto her back before she stands up.

"Okay, Viv, you try." Steven nudges at me.

"Yeah, Viv." Sharise echos, smiling at me.

"Oh, dear." I mumble, getting up from my chair, Duff, Steven and Sharise clapping as I get up on stage, standing to the left of the pole.

"Okay, so, right foot." I put it at the base of the pole. "Left foot here, right hand here, left hand here..." I say to myself.

"Now, kick." She tells me and I do so.

Obviously I'm not as graceful, looking like an upside down koala clinging to a tree for dear life, my eyes squeezed closed, a sound between a laugh and a shriek coming out of me.

"Be sexy, Viv." Stevie suggests.

I open my eyes, seeing his right side up figure sitting at the table with Duff and Sharise.

"I don't think I can get down." I admit, my legs keeping on the pole but curling closer and closer into me as my fear of falling on my head grows.

Duff and Steven sarcastically cheer, and I feel the sprinkling of cash fall over me before turning my head to glare at them.

"Here." Adriana helps me down, chuckling at them poking fun at me while Sharise thinks it's pretty funny, too.

"Nice job, babe." Stevie states sarcastically and I raise a brow.

"You get up here and do it, then." I reply and he scoffs.

"Oh, I will." He stands up, sashaying to the stage seductively and I hold back my laughter as Adriana raises her brows. "Okay, get down, lemme have my moment to shine." He nudges Adriana and I off stage and we go to sit at the table with Sharise and Duff.

Steven, the natural performer and entertainer he is, starts completely winging it--giving us a hot but very questionable strip tease.

I wrinkle my nose when he gets his shirt off and starts coming down from the stage, walking towards me.

His incredibly hairy chest grows closer and closer and I already know his motivations before he can get to me.

I try to get out of dodge, but Duff is a traitor and holds at my wrist so I can't get away.

I feel Steven's arms wrap around me, his itchy fur against my back and I squeal as Duff, Sharise and Adriana continue to laugh their asses off.

Nikki could barely get the hair on his chest to grow, and when it finally did, he was proud. I had never seen that much hair until I saw Steven with his shirt off.

He had enough hair on his chest and his stomach to make sweaters...when he was naked (which I discovered tended to happen when he got very drunk) I never looked long enough to try to find his prick in the thick of his pubes.

He's just a hairy, hairy, man.

I'm finally calming down and elbowing Steven, gently, getting him off of me in time to look at him, seeing Nikki leaning against the bar in the corner, looking oh so unamused.

"H-Hey." I say to him, really pushing Stevie away.

I don't want him to face Nikki's wrath incase Sikki decides to make an appearance and say something smart about us having fun together without his supervision.

He had gotten upset with me over staying the night with Duff, and I had finally shut him up with:

"You're angry because you know how you treat me, and you know the day I decide I'm done with your bullshit I can walk away from you and have every reason to do so! And I'll be even more inclined to walk away if there's someone that treats me better, and there is! You know there is and you can't stand the thought of it but you don't want to change, either, so I don't know what to tell you other than I'm here with you and I'm not going anywhere. But I'm getting tired, Nikki. Okay? I'm getting tired."

He didn't have a word to say to that. He just stormed out and slammed the door, and found Vanity.

"Hi!" Vanity's soft but perky voice echoes and I notice she's behind the bar, stealing liquor to hand Nikki a bottle of Jack.

Duff and Steven exchange looks before Steven's letting out a "hi!" in his own enthusiastic way.

She's sliding back across the bar to step to us, hugging me tightly to her.

"How are you?" I ask her, Nikki walking over to us.

"Fine, until Nikki started in on me f--"

"So, what're you guys doing tonight?" Nikki interrupts her and she rolls her eyes.

"Baby, I'm talking." She whines.

"Baby?" I ask and I swear I hear Duff nearly choke on his beer.

"Yeah, 'baby'. Ya know...just a cute little pet name I give some of my friends." She explains.

"Well, can you not call him that?" I ask her politely.

Her brows arch and her smile twitches.

"Sure." She finally lets out and everyone seems to let out a breath of relief, probably imagining the two of us getting into a spat over something so stupid.

"Duff, Steven, I was thinking we meet up with T-Bone tonight. Heather's outta town and he wanted to invite you guys and Slash over." He explains.

"Cool." Steven shrugs, but Duff hesitantly looks at me.

Nikki follows his line of sight and cuts his eyes for a moment.

"The fuck you looking at her for? Do you need her permission or something?" He suddenly snaps and Duff looks at him.

"I can't tonight, man. Thanks though." Duff replies coolly, finishing his beer, standing up.

"Girls, I was actually thinking of a girls night." Vanity tells Sharise and I, pulling our attention away from Nikki scowling at Duff as the tall blonde mumbles walks away, mumbling about going to the restroom.

Me and Sharise exchange looks before we're cautiously testing the waters.

"I can't. I'm gonna be with Sky." Sharise puts in.

"Oh, well, us then." Vanity beams at me.

"Actually, now that I think about it, I think you two can come with Steven and Slash and me to Tommy's." Nikki suggests.

Oh, he was saving his ass. He always played it off, but I now know anytime Vanity and I were together without him their to moderate what was being said on her part, he was a nervous wreck, always waiting for Vanity to mess up in a drunken rant or cracked out haze and let it slip she and Nikki were an item.

I still think back on how absolutely stupid I was.

All the signs, red flags, warnings, everything, were right in my face.

The biggest one being...

"When did you get that?" I ask Nikki as we head to his bike to go to the Seventh Veil.

It's a Roman numeral "V", and I keep trying to figure out what significance the number "5" has to him.

"While I was out last night." He replies.

"I leave you, Tommy, Slash and Stevie and Vanity alone and you get a tattoo?" I ask with a chuckle.

I didn't go to Tommy's last night because I was too tired to go party it up with him. We got home last night before Nikki went to his house and I climbed in bed and passed out.

"Yeah. Are you surprised though?" He asks me and I look at him and grin, shaking my head a little bit.

"Nope." I reply.

Once we get to the club, we're met by a plethora of girls, and Vince and Tommy looking like they're in absolute heaven.

I actually take the time to introduce myself to the girls, learning their names and trying to get along with them.

That's pretty easy to do because even though they look intimidating, they're nice.

Would I trust them alone in a room with my husband? No.

Are they sweet girls, though? Yes.

Wayne gives us an hour to get ready, even though they're basically already ready, and change into what we're going to wear in the video.

Ross wants to take promotional shots of the guys with the group of pretty women before it gets dark out.

So, while Sharise and I get ready, the band and the dancers are hitting the street to take pictures.

My favorite of those photos has to be of Nikki surrounded by them all hugged up and close to him and he's just eating up the attention. Of course he had to put on for the camera, but maybe if I would have gone, I would have been able to see exactly how comfortable he was touching on other women.

I finish my makeup as Sharise starts changing into her lingerie and I follow suit, raising a brow at the set she picked bought for me.

"Isn't that cute?" She asks me, nodding to the articles in my hands and I look at her.

"It's uh...revealing."

"As lingerie typically is, Viv." She replies with a small chuckle.

"Yeah, but...?" I hold up the thong for emphasis.

"What about it?"

"My ass is gonna be out. And one wrong move and my pussy is gonna be out there with it." I state.

"No, it won't, you don't have anything to worry about."

I let out a breath, hesitating to put it on and she frowns at me a little bit.

"Vivian, are you alright?"

"Yeah." I state.

"Are you gonna finish getting ready before the guys get back?"

I just nervously glance at her.

"Okay." She says, finishing putting her heels on. "What's up with you, huh?"

"I don't know if I want to do this." I admit.

"Why not?" She asks me and I raise a brow.

"I'm just--I don't know. I'm just not..." I motion my hands around my body and she looks confused before it clicks and she's suddenly looking like she doesn't believe me.

"Tell me it isn't because you don't think you look good?"

I don't answer and she let's out a breath, smiling at me.

"Vivian, you are a gorgeous girl. There's no need to think you aren't. I promise." She assures me and I inhale and exhale before nodding. "Good. Now get changed and c'mon so we can get this over with and the guys can stop badgering us about it, alright?"

"Alright." I smile, taking my clothes off to slip into the brand new lingerie.

I was weirding myself out because I had never had confidence issues, but something about 1987 just made everything plummet.

The only brightside was that I was beginning to be weaned off my antidepressant.

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but I found out in 1988 that it wasn't necessarily good.

Being surrounded by all those women, very pretty, very fit, very sexy women, just made me feel like a fish out of water.

I guess when you're raised to believe showing the bottom of your thigh is a sin, you can feel like you're in a completely different universe that you don't belong in when you're faced with the responsibility of prancing around in your underwear for men, and the world, to see.

I was always happy when I felt like Nikki was proud to have me as a wife, but he just wanted me in that video to show off what he got to bed down anytime he wanted it.

"Girls, we're starting in five!" Wayne yells on the other side of the dressing room door as Tommy and Nikki step in, grinning at all the half naked, gorgeous women in here.

I straighten my crucifix, before my eyes hone in on the faint scar on my thigh that's just a little visible through the stockings, and doubt sprigs in my mind that other people might be able to see it.

I fucking hate the damn thing and it's quickly becoming the current bane of my existence.

"Girls, c'mon." Tommy playfully puts in, grinning, motioning them to the door.

They giggle softly, smiling at him as they step to the door, Tommy playfully patting all of them on the ass as they walk by, causing me to roll my eyes when it's my turn.

He just smiles down at me, folding his hands behind his back, innocently.

"We'll be there in a second." Nikki tells him.

"K." Tommy replies, tucking a dancer under his arm, shutting the door behind him.

I turn away from Nikki, facing the mirrors, pretending to make any last adjustments to my hair and makeup as he leans against the closed door.

He looks gone as shit, but when doesn't he, anymore?

After what seems like hours, he's stepping towards me, his hand reaching around my front, tugging the tie of my short, silk robe, his fingertips brushing up my stomach as he watches me in the mirror.

He pushes the robe off my shoulder, exposing my bare skin, pulling my curled hair to my other shoulder before pressing hot kisses to the previously revealed one, leaning his weight against my back, pulling my ass against his groin, causing me to let out a sigh and allowing myself a few seconds of bliss before remembering he's been mean the past few days...and said some fucked up shit when I told him where I had stayed that night he ditched me in town.

"Nikki," I start, his tongue and teeth traveling to my neck while his other hand slides down my highcut, dark-green, sequined, thong and finely meshed fishnet stockings. "Nikki, stop." I let out and he huffs out a breath, getting off of me, rolling his eyes.

"The fuck is wrong, now, Viv?"

"Okay, you can't just scream shit to me like you did earlier and then pretend everything is fine without addressing it."

"I can't even remember what the fuck I say to you half the time so I'm sorry if you're ridiculously needy and constantly need to be reassured we're 'okay' after every fucking disagreement. We're okay. Does that make you feel better?"

"No, because it's bullshit. We're not."

I notice him staring at my body, readjusting himself. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Of course."

"Then what did I say?"

"...Okay, I was more focused on your body language..." He says. "...which was telling me you're pissed off over absolutely nothing." He smirks and I cut my eyes at him. "Okay, okay, truce: I'll apologize for whatever you think I did wrong, if you just give me two minutes."

"Two minutes to what?" I furrow my brows.

He grins like the Cheshire Cat.

A minute later I'm gasping for breath, arching my back as Nikki flicks his tongue between my legs, my thong and stockings on the floor as my legs rest over his shoulders.

"Sixx and Sixx and a half, you ready?!" Wayne calls, knocking on the door.

"Almost, man, I'm finishing up on my dinner!" Nikki replies, winking at me.

"What does that have to do with Viv?!"

A loud moan falls from my lips when he suddenly shoves two fingers into me, and my face heats up at the sound of Wayne groaning in disgust and frustration because we're running behind.

"Just hurry the fuck up!" He orders, walking away.

Nikki goes back to what he was doing before we were interrupted, and I'm coming within a few more seconds.

Once I get as cleaned up as I can get, I'm pulling my stockings and panties back on before dropping my robe.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Nikki stops me before I can walk out. "That's what you're wearing out there?"

"Yeah? You saw it a second ago, didn't you?"

"The robe was kinda covering this up." He motions to my matching dark green, sequined bra that goes with my bottoms, my boobs nearly spilling out of it because it's designed to push them up.

"Okay, and?"

He turns me around, a weird look on his face as he looks over me.

"I don't like it." He finally says.

My confidence plummets and I look down at myself and up at him again.

"W-What? What do you mean?" I self-consciously try to cover myself up with my arms.

"It's just...slutty." He shrugs.

"Nikki, you don't mind when I dress up like this at home."

"That's different. That's for me."

I realize I look perfectly fine, he's just pissy I'm gonna be in the video that he begged me for weeks to be in, but I'm actually dressing the part instead of trying to keep it as modest as I can.

My self-consciousness evaporates and I raise a brow.

"It's called being more fun." I say, echoing what he told me the other night. "You wanted me in the video, Nikki, and now I'm in it. If you don't appreciate that, there are plenty of people out there that are going to." I slip my heels back on and he rolls his jaw. "C'mon, before Wayne kills us." I kiss his cheek and slip out the door, hearing a loud crash behind me due to Sikki throwing a few things around in the room out of anger.

He just thought he wanted to show me off, apparently once he realized the consequences of his actions of pressuring me for weeks to do the video, he despised the idea.

And Wayne, being completely all-in, just kept adding fuel to that fire.

"Alright, I need shots of you," Wayne tells Natalie, a blonde with the long hair pulled back into a ponytail, "you," he points to Pam, another blonde, but she has huge, fake boobs, that are barely being contained in her white bikini, "annnnd," he takes a moment, pressing his lips together as he examines the group of us, "Vivian. You're up to bat."

"I'm what?" I ask.

"She's what?" Nikki echoes me.

"Um, I thought I was just gonna be in the background." I add.

"Nikki said he wanted you front and center in some of the frames."

"I did?" Nikki snaps.

"You sure did." Wayne brushes him off, nodding at me. "Viv, c'mon, stage, center pole, now."

Vince is so obnoxiously pleased with this turn of events.

"I can't pole dance." I state to Wayne.

"Thought you used to dance?"

"Ballet. Not stripping." I reply.

"Oh." He furrows his brows before shrugging. "Well, just give a pole spin or something simple that I can catch in a handful of fps."

The look of utter anger on my husband's face from where he, Tommy, Vince and Mick were sitting in front of the stage, when I rested my back against the pole, facing them, and slid down in to a split...he probably wanted to murder me and Wayne at that moment.

I got a sick sense of satisfaction from it.

Before Wayne can yell "cut", Nikki's hand wraps around my ankle, suddenly, and he's snatching me to him.

I try not to scream at the pain of my joints popping in my hip.

His grip is hard, biting into me, and his pinpointed eyes are mocking me, despite his smirk disguising his anger, but the camera is still rolling so I make myself smile and laugh it off as if he's joking incase Wayne decides to keep the footage in.

Nikki's also decently aware of this possibility and instead of screaming at me like I know he wants to do, he kisses me.

He did keep it in, and it honestly looks merely harmless in the video. It just looks like we're goofing off.

He hauls me off stage, throwing me over his shoulder, his hand coming down on my ass one good time, sending a stinging heat throughout me that I actually yelp out "OW" in response to.

Once he sets me down, his hand is gently rubbing over my aching hip and I wince.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to do that." He admits in my ear.

I don't acknowledge it, hearing Wayne give orders to Natalie and Pam.

Once they're done with specific shots, he's replaying the "Girls, Girls, Girls" and telling the guys to "just go for it" so he can get the candid shots he wants.

Shots that include Vince offering Sharise money he's holding between his teeth as she gets handsy with him, grinning widely at him, looking absolutely perfect as she always manages to do so effortlessly. Another one includes him scooping her up in his arms, about to carry her out with her laughing.

A shot that I know won't make the censored version of the video is Nikki using his arm to clear off a table with a few business men at it, tossing me onto it with little warning, before biting between my legs, causing me to get red with embarrassment as he gives a second nip to my thigh, my stomach my chest and finally, my smile-adorned lips.

As the night goes on, Wayne captures everything he needs, including moving all of us girls back into the dressing room with Nikki and Tommy "helping" us get ready for the stage while Mick plays his guitar in one of the chairs in front of the vanity with girls touching up their makeup and outfits all around him.

Once Wayne's finished inside, he and the guys head outside to film them riding their motorcycles down the street and catcalling pretty girls. Sharise and I don't necessarily want to see that, so we hang back at the Seventh Veil and get changed.

"I think we all did good." Natalie pipes, grinning.

"Me too." Missy, the shorthaired brunette, adds. "So..." she starts, glancing at me as I pull my jeans on. "...You and Nikki have been together for how long?"

"Umm, married almost four years, we've been together for six, though." I explain and she nods.

"I was just wondering. It's hard to tell with a lot of these rock guys, ya know? I mean, some of them think if they aren't with their wife or their girlfriend, they have permission to mess with other girls." She says. "Some guys are with their wives or girlfriends and still do that, though."

"I'd kill him." I scoff out.

"Oh, me too." Sharise echoes.

"So, like, how do you get them to stay faithful, then?" Natalie asks us smoothly, her shaped brows furrowing slightly.

It seems like such an easy answer, but the more I dwell on it, the harder it is to find words...or an explanation.

"Well, um," I start, letting out a breath. "You do the best you can do. And if that isn't good enough then that's basically saying you aren't good enough, and you don't wanna be with someone who thinks that way about you anyway."

"So if you found out he was cheating or has cheated, you'd leave? Just like that?" Missy asks next.

"I've never thought of it. I don't know what I'd do, really. Except cry."

"No, no, no." Pam states, pointing at me. "You key the bikes and bust all the windows and tires from the cars, you destroy the record collections, you vandalize the house, and you get the fuck outta dodge." She says. "At least that's what I'd do."

"And that's why you've never been married." Missy adds, the two of them chuckling.

"I'd stay." Natalie pipes and we all look at her. "What? I know my worth, but with that much money, your financial security is guaranteed."

"Until the band becomes washed up and can't make a buck off a show anymore, sweetie." Pam replies. "Never settle for someone because you feel financially secure. That's how all these people end up killing themselves. They're so miserable but surrounded by all the money in the world. Money doesn't mean happiness."

"No, but a designer handbag every week does." Natalie suggests.

"Ha ha." Pam sarcastically lets out, rolling her eyes. "What about you, Viv? Love or financial security?"

"I'd gladly go back to living in that shitty apartment he had when the guys were broke as hell, starting out, if it meant getting rid of all the complicated shit and just loving each other." I say truthfully.

No amount of money would have been able to make me cover my eyes and knowingly allow him to do what he had been doing to me.

But you would have thought that was the case considering how much he got away with right under my nose.

I just had so much faith in him, I believed in him more than I believed in God.

That was one mistake of many.

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bumblesimagines · 5 years ago

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Unhealthy Obsession

I'm gonna make dark/yandere song fics for the core four (Veronica, Betty, Archie, and Jughead). Song is by Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra.

They call it creeping, I say loving, it's the only way for me

Filling out papers, signing waivers but I stay outside his reach

I name your mother and your father and the first pet that you keep

I know your favourite place to dine at when your cheque comes in each week

Betty smiled, listening as (Y/N) filled Veronica in on some drama. Her smile turned a bit annoyed when Veronica giggled and placed a hand on his arm. Kevin cleared his throat, leaning in and whispering something to Veronica. She blinked and looked at Betty.

"So, how long have you two been friends?" She asked, motioning to Betty and (Y/N).

"Since freshmen year." Betty replied.

I know you do your wash on Sundays and you separate your whites

and that your car needs a new tire 'cos last week I laid those spikes

I've got a million polaroids with all the dates penned in red ink

I sneak a walkie-talky in your room to listen to you sleep

"Elizabeth Cooper, what is this?" Alice asked, dropped a photobook on her bed. Betty's heart skipped. It was the one filled with photos of Betty.

"We decided to take photos so when we're older, we can look back." Betty explained softly. Alice raised a brow.

"And the tapes?" She asked.

"Videos of us hanging out." Betty frowned, looking at her mom. Alice sighed, content with her answer. In reality, (Y/N) didn't know about the tapes. He knew about some of the photos. She had placed a camera in his room plenty of times.

You just don't know it yet but you love me and I love you the same

One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything

We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part

Oh you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart

"What's your dream wedding?" Betty asked. (Y/N) shrugged, playing on his phone.

"Something casual. Not big and expensive." He replied. Betty hummed, nodding.

"Surrounded by friends and family." She smiled, sighing softly.

"Do you still like Archie or something?" (Y/N) asked. Betty shook her head.

"No. I grew out of it." Betty said, smiling.

Some call it stalking, I say walking just extremely close behind

I'm sure if I sat down and asked you, well you really wouldn't mind

You've got those eyes that drive me crazy, and I've got eyes to watch you sleep

Betty watched as (Y/N) calmly slept. She traced his facial features, pausing when he stirred. (Y/N) opened his eyes, cringing when the light hit his eyes. Betty stared into his sleepy (E/C) eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. You fell asleep halfway through the movie." She smiled. (Y/N) grunted, sitting up.

I brought a pack lunch and some coffee for my stakeout in your tree... outside your house

Gotta be as quiet as a mouse, or else you'll call the police

And I'll get done for somethin' stupid like disturbance of the peace

and piece by piece I am collecting all the things you leave behind

and when you don't I rummage through your bins to see what I can find

"I'm going to the bathroom." (Y/N) said, leaving the kitchen. Betty nodded, throwing away her wrapper in the bin. She glanced up before going through the trash, seeing a yogurt flavor. Betty hummed, going back to her previous position as (M/N) entered.

"Excuse me, do you guys have cheescake flavored yogurt?" She asked. (M/N) shook her head.

"Nope, (Y/N) ate the last one." She sighed. (Y/N) entered the kitchen again. Betty smiled at him.

You just don't know it yet but you love me and I love you the same

One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything

We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part

Oh you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart

"(Y/N), maybe you could ask your date if I could join you? I think V is gonna ask Archie." Betty asked.

"My date said she had other plans so I don't have one anymore." (Y/N) shrugged.

"We can go as a couple." Betty beamed. He didn't need to know that she had threatened his date.

"Great!" She smiled, hugging him. Betty shyly kissed his cheek. (Y/N) glanced at her with a small smile.

You just don't know it yet but you love me and I love you the same

One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything

We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part

Oh you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart

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jpat82 · 5 years ago

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Secret World

Chapter 12

The next morning I stood in the office awkwardly next to Happy who had a permanent scowl on his face. It had been there since last night, some guy with sandy hair had fake birth certificates and everything all ready by the time we pulled up to the compound. Wanda had a backpack sitting next to the elevator door, and a bag of brand new clothes on the table for me. It was all I could not to want to cry, I hadn't had people like this around me before.

And now I stood next to a very unhappy Happy as he finished signing me in, Peter standing outside the office biting his bottom lip eagerly as he watched, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Alright Mr. Hogan, your daughter is all signed up. You said you like for her to stick with Peter Parker, is that correct?" The secretary asked smiling at him.

"If that's okay." He responded gruffly.

"Well, he's in quite a few advance classes, do you think your up to it.." She looked down and read my name again before looking back up to me. "Echo?"

"I'll be fine. I'm a pretty quick learner." I smiled, have to be quick. Other wise I would still be wandering around lost in this damn world. Actually, if I wasn't quick I would be crawled up in a straight jacket somewhere.

"Alright, well first period is about to start." She stated, I turned to look at Happy who just grimaced.

"Stay out of trouble." He growled as he turned toward the door, I followed him out and walked over to Peter.

"I can't believe that worked." I stated shaking my head as follows Petter through the packed halls.

"And you doubted me.. Echo Hogan." He chuckled to himself.

"How?" I laughed as we started going up a set of stairs.

"I called up a couple of people right after Happy pulled away last night. Clint is really good about getting false documents. And Wanda was really eager to help, they all were." Peter shrugged.

"You should of seen Happy's face last night when Clint walked up with the papers and told him Congratulations its a girl." I giggled.

"I'm totally going to have to have Friday pull that video up." Peter laughed again.

"Hey Parker!" A male voice shout from some where behind us, Peter stopped dead in his tracts and groaned looking up at the ceiling. "Who's your tag along?"

"And that is?" I asked leaning closer to Peter while looking over my shoulder in the direction of the guy.

"Flash." Peter replied simply. "It's a new student."

"Poor girl and she was paired up with you?" The guy asked as he caught up with us, he slung his arm over my shoulder.

"Penis Parker."

I shook my head trying to throwing the disembodied voice away. It was no doubt this kids voice and the fact he took to making fun of Peter made my blood boil.

"Come on Parker, if your such good friends with Spider.."

I couldn't take it and threw his arm off me immediately.

"Don't touch me again." I growled lowly enough this kid could here.

"What's your problem?" Flash snapped, his brows pinching together as stepped a head of us and turned stopping both Peter and I.

"Just don't want you to touch me." I rolled my eyes at him. I looked over at Peter, his lips formed a thin line as he looked over to me and then back at the idiot standing in front of us.

"Look Flash, we got to get to class, and I wanted show Echo her locker before we had to get there so if you'll excuse us." Peter stayed, grabbing my hand and pulling me around the other guy.

"Aunt May, you gotta meet her."

I almost stopped dead in my tracks, suddenly I felt like I had invaded his personal space. Listening to a conversation that I shouldn't have. The moment was brief before he released my hand after we had passed Flash. He gave me a small smile and continue to press forward though the sea of teenagers.

"So, your in advance classes, how many?" I asked as I struggle to keep up, trying to keep focused on him. Students bumped into me, multiple visions and a canopy of voices rose above the noise becoming almost too much for me. "Peter."

He stopped and looked back, he must of heard the panic in my voice. Suddenly he was right beside, and moved me closer to the wall so I wouldn't bump into as many people. It helped, I wasn't hearing half as much ruckus, but it was still all so overwhelming.

"Echo, are you going to be okay?" Peter whispered, leaning in closer to me.

"Yeah, just, so much going on at once. I need to figure out how to turn it off, I've never had this much at once." I breathed, as he guided me to a nearby class room. A few students had already been seated, and Peter led me to a desk and chair dead center of the room. He sat down behind me, and dropped his bag on under it. Gently I tucked my own under mine as well.

A sharp bell rang as more kids filed in, everyone talking as they found their seats. I saw flash come in second to last and my annoyance sparked again at him.

"Alright class, so it looks like we have a new student. Echo? Did I get that right?" The teacher, her plate of the desk said and Vandamort, asked while looking around the room till her eyes landed on me. "Why don't you stand up and tell us about yourself."

Great, not what I really wanted to do.

"Sure." I said a bit sarcastically, I stood and looked around. "I'm Echo Hogan, recently moved here from Brooklyn. This is my first time in a public school."

"And she's Penis Parker's girlfriend." I heard Flash quip out earning a couple of laughs as I was sitting down. I rolled my eyes again as the teacher chided him and resumed class.

It was a discussion on World War Two and the role the Howling Commandos took to help win the war against Hitler. The secret organization known as Hydra and its leader the Red Skull that Steve Rodgers aka, Captain America took to help bring this man to justice. About half way through the class the teacher lowered the lights so she play a video on the tv that rested in the corner. I brought my knees to my chest knowing that the shadows under the desk were dark enough for the shadows to come out.

I felt Peter slide his hand up onto my shoulder, it had a calming effect as my nerves had started to raise. I heard chuckling coming from the side of the room where Flash was and I saw him pointing over toward me and Peter. Anger welled up again inside me, that when I saw the shadow creatures move and skittered around Flash's feet. How wished they would something to him. Nothing too horrible but, enough to wipe that stupid smug smirk off his annoying face.

I turned back to the tv and focused on this history, one that didn't exist in my world. Something I would need to know so I could continue to pass off as normal as possible until I could find my own way home. It amazed me on things were the same yet completely different, all the while Peter softly stroked my shoulder, just barely. It was reassuring at least, having him know the truth.

The bell rang and the teacher flipped on the lights yelling something about page 234. A crash startled me and everyone looked over to see Flash, face first on the ground. Everyone was laughing but I looked toward his feet and saw that his laces had been in tied in multiple knots one after another until none of the shoes strings were alone, they looked like big faint knots. My heart thudded in my chest, as I stared at his shoes till Peter gently grabbed my elbow and led me out into the hallway once again.

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