#Until I saw myself in a photo someone else took and yeah holy shit want to die I’m so fucking ugly it’s not even funny

[rahabs]

Seeing myself in photos truly makes me want to die.

[fieryghxul]

Margaritas, reunions and confessions. [a.h.]

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Warning(s): fem!reader – dom!hotch (well i tried) – last season’s spoilers – drinking – cursing – smut –  unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it tho) – oral sex (fem receiving) – slight chocking – a bit fluff at the end.

A/N: hello everyone! this is super random but i came up with this in the middle of the night and i couldn't shake the idea out of my head. i am not a writer and english is not my first language so if there’s any mistake, i apologize in advance. also, this is my first hotch smut so i hope it’s good. enjoy!

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[March 14th, 2020. 8:30 pm.]

“I have to go but promise me that you’re going to stop thinking about work and that you’re going to have fun these days.” You heard the pleading voice of Penelope Garcia on the phone as you walked out of the bathroom.

“I promise. I love you and I’ll see you when I get back.” You smiled and you knew that she was smiling too.

“It’s a date, angel. Love you more.” And with that, the line went silent.

You put your cell phone aside and took a look at the open suitcases on the bed. You didn't have anything planned but you knew you have to go out to clear your head and relax, things at work have been very stressful lately so when Prentiss told the team about taking some vacation time, you didn't hesitate to get a ticket and get on the first plane you found.

And that's why you were currently in a hotel room in Santorini, Greece. Yes, it seems like a lot, but nothing you can't afford.

A few minutes later, you finished applying some mascara and lip gloss, and took a few steps back to stare at yourself in the mirror. The navy-blue self-tie slit dress hugged every curve of your body perfectly; you paired it with a pair of black heels and a black jacket, just in case it gets cold at night. After taking one last look and smiling slightly at the reflection, you turned to grab your bag and left the room, hoping to have a good night once you were out of the hotel.

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People flooded the streets and it was understandable, the night was really beautiful, there was a light breeze and the full moon was perfectly reflected in the sea. You have been walking for almost 2 hours, taking photos of almost everything and enjoying the night until you came across a bar, the word "cocktail" in the name of the place definitely caught your attention so you didn't think twice before walking into the place.

You walked to the bar and waited for the bartender to come up to you. While you were waiting, you could feel the back of your neck burning, someone was watching you but you didn’t want to deal with anyone yet, so you just ignored it, concentrating on reading the menu even though you already knew what you were going to order.

“Good evening, ma'am. Are you ready to order?” You look up from the menu, a brunette in her 20s is at the other side of the bar was smiling at you.

“Uh, yes, a margarita would be fine.” You ordered, mirroring her smile, and the girl gave you a little nod before walking away.

In the meantime you took your phone out of your bag and opened the ‘bau ladies’ group chat to send one or two of the photos you took a few hours ago with a “next time, i’m bringing all of your cute asses with me.” below them.

JJ was the first to reply, “oh my god, it’s gorgeous!”

Followed by Emily’s “look at that and some of us are still doing paperwork :( get drunk on my behalf please.”

You chuckled under your breath at her text and the margarita arrives just in time, “i’m on it, boss ;) isn't it a little late to be doing paperwork?"

Penelope replies next, “paperwork hahaha what a weird way to spell tara’s name“ and two “PENELOPE!” appear automatically in chat.

“you two are so obvious and spencer owns me 20 now.” You hit the send button before graving the margarita, taking a few sips of it. It takes about 3 minutes for your phone to vibrate again and you were about to answered but you are interrupted by the bartender.

“From the man at that table, ma'am.” She says placing another margarita in front of you and discreetly pointing at one of the tables that were on the patio of the place, you turned around but the only thing you see from the bar is his back. “Don’t worry; it doesn’t have anything weird on it.”

“Thank you...” The bartender walks away again and you stare at the drink, debating for a moment about whether or not to go and face the mysterious man. Fuck it. You decided before putting you phone back in your bag, forgetting about the messages and graving that and the drink before making your way to the table.

“Uh,” you cleared your throat once you reached said table, "can I seat here or are you waiting for someone?"

“Please.” He murmur in a low voice while gesturing toward the empty chair, indicating that you can sit down and a strange feeling of familiarity floods your body at that gesture. You shock your head trying to ignore that before placing your bag aside and sitting down in front of the man.

“I just wanted to thank you for the—“

The words got stuck on your throat and the world seemed to have stopped when you finally laid your eyes on the suited man that you thought you'd never see again.

Holy shit.

You stood still, a part of you fearing that if you moved he might disappear. Your face probably showing clear signs of confusion and shock as Aaron Hotchner sit right there in front of you.

He still looked serious and intimidating, his gaze reimaging cold to those who didn't know him and you remember all of those times you teased him about being a robot, there were times when you actually managed to make him laugh.

Yet at the same time there was something different about him. There was a different glow around him, he seems more relaxed and you could see it in his expressions, even in his posture.

“Hello, Y/N.” Hotchner said, voice still low but strong enough to bring you back to the present.

“Hey.” You said, still processing the fact that he was here with you and in the most unexpected place. “I, uh, it’s been a long time.”

“Almost 3 years.” He said before taking a sip of the glass that rested on his hand, you assumed that it was scotch.

3 years in 6 months, 13 days, 1 hour and 65 seconds. Give it or take.

“Almost, yeah… so what are you doing here?” You asked, “I mean, you were more a city type of guy.”

“I still am, Y/N, but Jack and Jessica insisted on me going on a little vacation because apparently it’s been a while since I had some ‘me-time’.”

Your face light up a bit at the mention of the kid, Hotch noticed it. “How’s Jack? I can barely remember when the last time I saw him was was but he must be so big now.”

“He’s 14 and almost as tall as me.” A smile appeared on Hotch's face, he didn't used to smile a lot and you thought it was a bit normal considering the work that you two shared, but those times that he did you used to felt butterflies in your stomach. Still do apparently. “What about you? What are you doing here? I mean, you were more a city type of girl.”

You chuckled softly when you heard him repeating your words and you shrugged slightly, “I'm having some vacation time, it's rare to have free time at the BAU, you know? So when you do, you take it without thinking twice.”

“How’s the team doing?”

“Good. We're working on some things, going through a few changes, the usual I guess.” This time it was you who drank, taking a long sip of the margarita that was still in your hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do you want to hear me talk about it?”

“Of course, unless, do you have somewhere else to be, Y/N?”

“Not anymore. We might need a few more of this though.” You pointed to the drinks on the table and flashing him a smile, catching a glimpse of his before calling the bartender and ordering another round of drinks.

And then you started talking, Hotch listening carefully to every word that came out of your mouth. You started with the cult that kidnapped Spencer and Garcia and then launching into the saga of the Everett Lynch a.k.a "The Chameleon", you mentioned how Emily is now shortlisted to be the next FBI director and how she would name JJ as the next unit chief of BAU unit, but that remains to be seen; you also talked about Garcia leaving the team to work in Silicon Valley and Hotch noticed the sad tone in your voice when you mentioned that but in part he was happy that everyone was moving forward with their lives, making new decisions and following different paths. You continued with Spencer being a consultant and teaching at the same time and finished with Rossi getting married again then talking about retirement but not fully doing it.

“That’s because Rossi’s never going to retired.” You and Hotch said in unison, laughing after noticing that.

“A lot of things had happened then.” He said, not very surprise and titling his head to one side, you nodded mutely. “But you forgot of someone, Y/N.”

“I did?”

“Yes, you. What about you? How are you?” He asked, his tone of voice changing to a concerned one.

“Oh… I, uh, I’m good.” You began but more hesitant this time, “I will never get used to the changes but its part of life so I just have to suck it up and live with it. I don’t have an outer motive yet so I'm not leaving the BAU, that's for sure. I always knew that that's where I belong and I can’t even bring myself to think about other options.”

“You have always been an important asset to the team, Y/N. The BAU is still lucky to have you.” Hotch said, still sounded like the boss but you didn’t comment anything out loud about it. Instead, you smiled kindly at him and both went silent after that, staring at each other every now and then and finishing the rest of your drinks. It was a comfortable and familiar silence, one of the many that you two used to share while working together in the office or in the long nights in the jet after finishing a case.

Your gaze swept over the bar, noticing the few people that was still there and the employees staring to clean up the place. You took at deep breath, pulling out your wallet.

“Well, Hotch, this was fun. Unexpected but fun.” You left some money under your empty cup, paying for your part of the drinks and Hotch did the same thing. “I should get going now, so—“

“Let me walk you over to your hotel.” He cut you off, grabbing his blazer from the chair and turning to look at you.

“Hotch you don’t ha—“

“Please, Y/N. I insist.” He said and his voice serious once again, just like when he used to get too bossy with the team but with a smile that contradicted that tone and you couldn’t say “no” to that.

“Alright, Sir. Let’s go.”

You grabbed your things and started walking out of the bar, Hotchner walking behind you.

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The walk back to the hotel was shorter than you thought; maybe it was because you were so focused on Hotchner and the small talk that you stopped paying attention to your surroundings.

“Thank you, Aaron.” You murmur while grabbing the room key from you bag, “But you didn’t have to come up here though.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

You could tell he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to do it and it doesn't feel good to pressure him, so you settled for just smiling at him.

And in that moment, standing in outside of you room and looking closely at him, you realized how much you missed him. You didn’t admitted that out loud after he left the BAU, you couldn’t do it because you also never fully admitted your feeling for him. Partially it was your fault, feelings were never your thing and you were afraid of what might happen if you confronted him about it so looking for excuses and reasons to not doing it always seemed easier.

For a while you truly did believed that it was just a stupid crush on your boss, something temporary, until the days turned into weeks and then months, years even, but then… he was gone.

You couldn’t really blame him for that though; he had a good reason for leaving so suddenly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Hotch finally mumbled.

You looked at him in confusion, “For what?”

“Leaving.”

“You did it to protect Jack; it was the right thing to do.” You reassure him with a smile, you unconsciously took his hand in yours. He didn’t pull away. “Don’t ever apologize for keeping your son safe, Hotch.”

“I know, choosing to be a full time dad to Jack is something I do not regret. It was something that we both needed it, especially after everything that happened with Haley.” You gulped at the mention of the name, remembering how devastated he was after her death. He took a deep breath, “But what I am trying to say is that I am sorry I didn't came back to you or the team, I should at least have called to let you know that we were fine but I got so caught up with the mundane life that it was a little too late by the time I realized about everything I left behind.”

To you.

Those two little words echoed in your head as you look at those chocolate eyes that used to drive you crazy without knowing it. You noticed that he was even closer now, slightly towering over you. It’s now or never, Y/N. You thought to yourself before speaking.

“I waited for you. I never told anyone but for a whole I waited for you to come back, hoping one day to see your demanding self in an expensive suit walking through the BAU doors again but deep down I knew that eventually I had to let you go.” You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding until now and smiled sadly, “That was easier said than done considering that I never stopped thing about it, about you. Because the true is that I loved you, Aaron. Maybe I still fucking do… but I doubt that this makes any difference now because maybe you never saw me in the same way that I saw you or just because it’s a little too late now.”

You finished and Hotch frowned, probably processing what you just admitted to him. He was silent for a few more seconds and you took it as your cue, letting go of his hand and turning around to open the door of you room. “I had an amazing night, thank you. See you around.”

But before you could even step foot in the room, you felt his hand grabbing your wrist and your chest hitting his. The next thing you knew after that was that his lips were on yours.

Aaron Hotchner was fucking kissing you after admitting your feelings for him.

He pulled away before you could react properly, keeping his eyes fixed on yours; this time he looked at you in a way that you had only fantasized about until now, there was love and lust on them and you could feel it, just all those feelings that you tried so hard to keep locked in the deepest part of you.

And that's all you needed before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and kissing him again, in a matter of seconds you two were inside the room. His lips were warm and the kiss quickly turned into a desperate one once the door was locked behind you, you could already feel yourself melting in his arms.

You didn’t even realize how it happened, but in one quick moment you were being totally pinned against the door with Aaron holding you by your thighs as your legs were wrapped around his waist. The position was now lifting your short dress, leaving your thighs even more naked but you didn't mind considering that now you could perfectly feel Aaron's hand caressing your hot skin. You move your hands from his shoulders to his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and stripping him off it, dropping the piece of clothing somewhere in the room. As you were doing that, he broke the kiss and moved his lips to your neck, nipping and teasing the area just under your ear, turning you into a moaning mess almost immediately. The sounds being like music to his ears.

“Aaron , please.“ You moaned, this was good but you need it more. You needed him.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He asks, slightly biting the skin of your neck and you bite your bottom lip.

“Please, Sir. Fuck me.” You let out, noticing a sparkle in his eyes that you've never seen before and that only turned you on even more.

“Since you ask so nicely…” He said before walking to the other side of the room where the was a big bed in the center of it, Aaron kissed you lips and put you down in front of him, his hands moving to the zipper of your dress. “Are you sure about this, Y/N?”

“You’re kidding, right?” You asked and Aaron stares deeply at you, the sudden seriousness on his eyes making you gulp. You nodded.

“Words, Y/N. I need words.”

“I’m sure of this, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Fuck, he was hot.

“Yes, sir.”

He bent down, his hands working on your zipper as he whisper “Good girl.” in your ear and you bite your lip once more, muffling down a moan.

He finally pulled down your dress, tossing it onto the floor completely and leaving you with only your red lace underwear; you weren't wearing a bra tonight, so you were much more exposed to him than you thought. He took one really good look at you before throwing you onto the bed, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Guess that we’re done playing around.

He kneels down on the bed, moving your legs with his knees and positioning himself between them. His hands are caressing your legs again, making their way up to the sides of your body and he leans in, kissing you again, your hands flew up to grab his hair, eagerly responding the kiss. You didn’t care how needy you seem right now, you’ve been waiting year for this, fantasizing about it, and now you had it, not really knowing for how long and that only gave you more reasons to enjoy every second of it.

“You know?,” Aaron began, his lips leaving yours and making his way down your neck, placing kisses all over your skin, “if I had know about how much you wanted me, I’ve would done something about it earlier.”

“Yeah?” You asked, arching your back as he bites one of your nipples gently, his other hand working on the other one.

“I would've pinned you down on my desk and take you right there on the office, baby. Not caring about anyone who could hear us.” He casually said, like he thought about it before and you moaned. You definitely thought about that particular situation too.

When he finally reached the place where you needed the most, he stopped and you were about to complain but Aaron shut you up by grabbing your ankles and yanking you down the end of the bed. He kneels again, parting your legs a bit more, placing one of your legs over his broad shoulders and kissing you inner thighs, slowly making his way to your soaked panties.

“I barely touch you and you’re so wet for me already?” Hotchner asked teasingly, rubbing circles with his thumb on your clit but over the fabric before taking a hold of them and ripping them out. And with no more words, Hotch held both your legs open and buried his face between them, making you moan in a matter of seconds.

He swept his tongue over you pussy swiftly, tasting my arousal first and groaning again your skin. A shiver ran through you as he stared circling your clit with his tongue and then moving down between your folds before going up again, alternating his speed and pressure.

When you thought that it couldn’t get better, Aaron proved you wrong by teasing your entrance with one of his finger and looking up at you, locking his eyes with yours. He wanted to see your reaction. You try to maintain the eye contact as he slowly started pumping his finger in and out of you, curling them an hitting the right spot, a string of cursings leaving your mouth.

It didn’t take much for your legs to start shaking around his head, the knot forming on your lower stomach.

“I’m- fuck, I’m close.” You breathed betweens moans and just when you were about to reach your high, he pulled away.

“Hold that thought, sweetheart.” He shortly kissed your mouth and you tasted yourself in his before he got up off bed, his hands immediately went to unbuckle his belt and now you took your time to watch him. From his messy hair, to the red marks on his shoulders caused by your heels -oops- and then stopped at the large bulge formed in his pants, you groaned at the sight of that.

Fuck, he is big. God, if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you, you wouldn't hesitate to drop on your knees and start sucking him.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” He asked with a smirk on his face while taking off the rest of his clothes.

“Just fuck me already, please.” You begged and he positioned himself between your legs again, but he was hesitant. “Hotch?”

“I don’t have condom on me and I doubt that you have one, Y/N. I’m clean but if you—”

“I’m clean too and on the pill so don’t worry.” You smiled at him and gave a little nod.

And apparently he was as desperate as you because at all at once, Hotch took grip of your hips and pushed inside you. You immediately arched your back, moaning loudly in both pain and pleasure, your hands grabbing the sheets at your side. You were surprise that you didn’t ripped them apart yet.

“Fuck, Hotchner.” You screamed and he didn’t move for a few seconds, letting you adjust to his size. He really is big.

“You’re so thigh, baby.” He moaned in your ear, the raspy voice sending shocks straight to your core. He was capable of making you cum by just talking.

That’s how much power he had.

And then he finally started moving, pounding in and out of you slowly at first and working his way up, picking up a pace that had you both groaning and moaning.

“F-fuck, Y/N. I love hearing you scream my name.” His lips attacked your neck again and you threw your head back against the pillows, giving him all the space that he needed to play with your neck. And he took this as a perfect opportunity to sneak his hand around it, squeezing under your jaw around enough for your eyes to roll back in total pleasure as you instinctively wrapped your finger around his wrist, holding him in place. You didn’t expect him to be into chocking but you were definitely not against it.

“Harder, S-sir. Please.”

“You’re taking it so good, just like I expected it.” He growled, pulling away enough to look at the whimpering mess that you were right now, his hand never leaving your neck as he pounded even harder into you with every word. “Calling me ‘sir’ and everything, I didn’t even had to ask you to do that. You’re such a slutty responsive whore for me, aren’t you Y/N?”

The sudden dirty words coming out of your ex-boss’s mouth did nothing but to turn you on even more, if that was possible at this point. You weren’t able to form a proper sentence so you limited to nodding and moaning his name. He didn’t like that.

“I asked you a fucking question, sweetheart, answered it.”

“Y-yes, I am, S-sir.” You chocked, the knot on your stomach forming once more and by the way that his pace flickered you knew that he was close too. “I’m close, Aaron.”

“Then cum for me, baby.” He commanded, continuing his thrusts and you were already oversensitive from his earlier work so it didn’t took you long before you started clenching around him.

“Fuck, Aaron.”

“Say it louder, Y/N.”

“Aaron!” He bottom out inside of you again and you moaned loudly one last time as your body reached its limit, hitting your climax with every nerve in you tired body.

“That’s a good girl.” He said between moans, his dick twitching softly as he release himself inside of you with one last and hard thrust.

He let go of your throat but didn’t’ pull out immediately after that. His breathing was a little erratic, his lips were red and swollen, and there was a thin layer of sweat all over his body. He looked disturbingly hot.

Of course he did. He’s Aaron fucking Hotchner.

It was as if these last 3 years had never existed.

Neither of you said a word as he slowly got up and walked into the bathroom of the room to grabbed a wet towel to clean you up, doing the same thing on him before putting back his boxers, you didn’t have the strength to grab your clothes so you just put the sheets of the bed on top of you, covering you nudity.

“Oh, sp now you’re shy?” He snorted, chuckling softly and you smiled.

“Shut up and come here.” You patted the bed and he didn’t hesitate on laying next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You felt safe, like there’s was nowhere else you rather be in that moment.

“Thank you.” He whispered after a moment breaking the silence, his face resting on your shoulder.

“For what?”

“For all of… that.”

“You’ve always have such a ways with words, Hotch.” You chuckled as you looked down at him. “Thank you for ordering my margarita in the first place.”

“It was a pleasure.”

“It really was, wasn’t it?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him in a playful way.

“How long are you staying here, Y/N?” He finally asked and you let out a tiny sigh at the question.

You knew you weren't here for a long vacation and neither was Aaron, you two have your lives outside this room , but being here now felt so good and peaceful. So… right. This, also, was probably a one-time thing, something that was destined to happen eventually, no matter how long it took.

But you didn’t want- no, you couldn’t face the fact that you may have to let him go again. Especially not after what just happened. I mean, how could you?

And little did you know that Aaron was feeling the exact same thing.

“Enough not to have to worry about it right now.” You answered with a shrug while your fingertips trace invisible circles on his back.

“Good. I can live with that, for now at least.” And then he broke the comfortable embrace by getting up and out of the bed, you furrowed you eyebrows and he extended on his hands towards you, “Come on, let’s take a shower so we can sleep properly.”

“Yes, sir.” You took his hand, getting up with his help and trying your best not to limp as you made your way to the bathroom, “By the way, where are you staying while you’re here?”

He turned around at the question, pulling you closer to him and softly kissing your lips before using a more serious tone to say, “In the room above this one.”

Of course he was. You thought while you watched as he began to prepare the bath for the both of you.

Funny how destiny works sometimes.

[siarlas-does-words]

Toshi x G/N!Reader

A/N: So this woke me up one weekend at some hour which I barely accept when I have to get up for work. It wouldn’t leave me alone until I got up, got on the computer, and then wrote for, I think, the next two hours. I don’t know why it was so insistent. And now it’s been bugging me to post it for the last few months. So here it is.

This is a younger Toshi.

In the span of about a month, Toshi had saved me five times. Of course, I didn’t know it was Toshi then. He was All Might. The Symbol of Peace. The Number 1 hero. It wasn’t my fault of course. Wrong place, wrong time. You know what it’s like. Living in a world where powered heroes and villains are the norm.

I never had one of those celebrity crushes on All Might. Not like most of the other girls in the office. And a few of the guys. All those muscles did nothing for me. And that corny line he always said when arriving on the scene! What was up with that?? Ok, so the first time he saved me might have… well, I may have developed a little crush. I mean, the guy carried me away from the villains in one arm. I’m not light! The second time, he came out with another corny line. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this, ma’am,” he said.

“Not a ma’am,” I grumbled. More than a little red that the Number 1 hero would use such a cheesy line on me.

“My apologies,” he said with that irritatingly humongous smile. “What should I call you?”

“It’s y/n. Just y/n.”

“Well, Just y/n, try not to get in the habit of having me save you!” With his signature laugh, he leapt away. 

I stood there staring after him angrily yelling that I wasn’t doing this on purpose.

The third time, he winked at me. That arrogant little shit. Ok, he’s obviously not little, but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! This was getting frustrating.

That night, he turned up at my house. I don’t know how a seven-foot whatever tall muscle-bound idiot can look so small and sheepish, but he did. I was about to yell at him for following me and slam the door in his face. Well, I would have if his hand wasn’t on the door stopping me.

“I uh… I had… my umm…  my assistant do a little research. Um… I-I uh, I just wanted to make sure that you uh, that you were ok,” he said while rubbing his neck.

Was All Might blushing? And stuttering? What happened to all that confidence?

“Uh, yeah. Peachy.”

“I don’t… I mean this isn’t…. Shit… I don’t normally do this! Believe me! It’s just...well… today was the third time and I know this isn’t your fault and I suppose in this city there’s probably other people I’ve saved more than once but I usually don’t notice with all the saving and the villains and the fighting and saving…”

“You said saving already”

He stopped rambling and stared at me. “Huh?”

“You said ‘saving’ twice.”

“Oh… well…”

I had to take pity on this poor idiot. “Would you like to come in?”

Ok, now The Symbol of Peace is just standing, stunned, on my doorstep. I think I might have accidentally short-circuited something in his brain. With a sigh, I reached out for his hand and led him inside. He barely fit. His… what do you call those things?? It’s a fringe, but not a fringe… those two ridiculous bits of hair that stick straight up almost touched the ceiling. Does he use an inordinate amount of gel on them? Why? For what purpose?

As I stared at the not-fringe things, All Might seemed to regain some of his composure. There was a slight tint to his cheeks.

“I apologise for being so forward, y/n. I just wanted to get to know you. Talk to you. Maybe over a coffee?”

Wait, what? Did I hear that right? “Are you asking me on a date?” I asked. Completely in disbelief. Do Pro Heroes date??

“Well, seeing as you invited me into your house, I thought we could just have coffee here and talk, but I’m quite happy to take you on a date. Unfortunately, I don’t think we would be able to get much talking done. I seem to attract a lot of attention.”

Was that a smirk? That bastard is smirking. I’m red, aren’t I?

“Oh, yeah. Of course.”

Not knowing what else to say, I went to the kitchen to make our coffees. After checking how he took his, I sat us on my couch. I didn’t think my poor chairs would handle his… size. They were just old wooden ones. They creaked even with just me on them.

We ended up spending hours talking, moving from one topic to the next without even realising it. About our work (his is way more interesting than mine!), hobbies, family, friends, movies, books…. He was so easy to talk to, I hadn’t realised just how late it was.

It wasn’t until I yawned, that All Might stopped mid-sentence to frown and ask what time it was. Taking out my phone, I saw that it was after one in the morning. We’d even missed dinner.

“Goodness! (who says ‘goodness??) I’m so sorry, my dear (wait… what did he just call me??) I didn’t mean to keep you up so late!”

As he got up from the couch, he took my hand to… I guess to help me up? I was still repeating ‘my dear’ in my head.

Walking us to the door, he opened it before turning back to me.

“I’d like to do this again if that’s ok? Work permitting of course”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

He quickly leaned down and kissed my cheek.

He was gone before I could even register it in my brain.

The fourth time, he got me away from the danger first. After planting me a safe distance from the action, he cupped my face with his, quite honestly, huge hand.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said as his thumb gently rubbed my cheek.

“You too,” I said smiling up at him.

“Wait here for me?”

I nodded and he was off. Back into the action.

I’d never actually stuck around and watched any of the heroes take on the villains before. Not like a lot of others.

He was beautiful to watch. Even if he did come out with those ridiculous phrases.

After the villains were defeated and handed over to the police, All Might walked over to me. At least he tried to. Like he said, he attracts a lot of attention. I think I found a new source of entertainment. Watching All Might get flustered. It was adorable really. I can see he loves his fans even as he tried to extricate himself from them. So many wanting an autograph or a photo while he tried so hard not to be rude.

After watching this for about ten minutes, I decided to turn the tables.

Walking over, I maneuvered my way through the throng of people and positioned myself in front of All Might, facing everyone else.

“Ok, everyone. All Might needs a break after that fight. He’s very appreciative of all your support, thank you.”

I grabbed his hand and led him over to a cafe I’d noticed when I was waiting.

Thankfully his fans were respectful and let us through. I did notice a few holding their phones toward us, taking photos I presume,

Taking in the look of relief on his face, I remarked, “Looks like it was my turn to save you.”

He let out a booming laugh, “Yes, I suppose it was”

After a coffee, he offered to take me home. Let me tell you, his way of travelling is freaking terrifying! He basically leaps, propelling himself to afford a sort of temporary flight. As I clung to him for dear life, my face buried in his chest, I could feel the rumble of his laugh. It was a comforting feeling. So much so that I could almost forget that we were quite a way off the ground. Almost.

Back on my couch, tea in hand, we were talking about the recent fight before moving on to other subjects. After some time of this, he paused and reached out to move some of my hair back behind my ear. This guy was going to be the death of me. I may or may not be a little touch-starved and all these little gestures were slowly killing me.

“I’d like to show you something. I like you, y/n and I think if I want to keep seeing you, I think you should know.”

I’m pretty sure I just stared at him with my mouth open. All Might wants to keep seeing me? All Might likes me?? Next thing I knew, steam was coming off of him. “All Might! Are you…”

In the blink of an eye, he changed. Still tall, , still built, but nowhere near as bulky as All Might… I mean, himself…. Other self?

“What the fuck??”

“This is me. What I truly am. All Might is my powered-up form.”

“So does this form have a name?”

He chuckled. I was really learning to like his laughs. “My name is Yagi Toshinori. Most just call me Toshi.”

“Toshi, huh. I could get used to that.”

And then he kissed me. I may have let a little moan out. He was so warm and soft. I could feel his smile. Pulling away from him, I slapped him on the arm. Holy geezus that’s some hard muscle there.

“Stop that!”

“I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to… I got ca…”

“Not the kiss you idiot. I felt that smirk!”

“Does that mean I can kiss you again?” He had the biggest grin on his face.

Yup, I was definitely red.

We ended up ordering home delivery and cuddled up on the couch watching a movie.

Semi-consciousness came with the morning light. I felt warm and fuzzy and had a grin on my face as I snuggled into the blankets. Remembering what happened last night, I opened my eyes to find myself in bed and a note on my bedside.

You’re adorable when you sleep.

(0422) 75-3765

Goddammit. Reaching for my phone (which I presume he thoughtfully left next to the note), I saved his number before sending a quick text.

[y/n]: I’m so sorry for falling asleep on you!

Then I added:

[y/n]: Also, not adorable 😛

Grumbling, I got out of bed (still in yesterday’s clothes. Obviously. What a gentleman) and headed for the shower. Hooking up my phone to the speaker, I choose one of my favourite playlists.

While absorbed in whatever random thoughts were running through my head, I heard the message tone interrupt the music. Then another a minute later. Then a third one.

With a sigh, I finished up my shower and checked the messages while drying off.

[T] Very much adorable

[T] It’s not a problem. I liked having someone so pretty in my arms

[T] Dinner again? I can pick you up from work?

Definitely going to be the death of me.

[beautifuljetblackheart]

Fight - Sam Holland

A/N: I am back... I had a BIG writers block and COVID really fucked me up, but hopefully I actually update more stories. This was a request from a while ago, I am sorry that it took a while to get it done Summary: Sam was away for about a month and after a while of not hearing from him you began to worry, especially when a big event was coming up and you wanted him there. Warnings: None, just an argument Words: 1894

I played with my thumbs as I waited until it struck seven. The studio had chosen my pictures to present, I looked around to see if Sam had shown up, but nothing, maybe he would show up late. I really want him to show up since he wasn’t able to attend the last two days and today was the last day. Besides that they will leave the pictures up for another week and take them down.

As I presented each picture and what is the meaning behind it. Every chance I got I would search for Sam but nothing. I kept sending him messages if he was going to be dropping by anytime soon but nothing. He hasn't been texting me for almost two weeks. Maybe he lost his phone and forgot my phone number.

A few friends of mine showed up and congratulated me for being lucky to have my pictures shown in the studio. Nikki showed up with Paddy, Tuwaine showed up with Harrison and Tom, the three guys approached me, “these pictures are amazing!” Tuwaine smiled and hugged me

“Thanks, I’m happy you guys came by for my last introduction”

“Is Sam here?” Tom questioned

“No, has he not returned from the trip?”

“Yeah, he got here two days ago,” my heart sunk down

“What? He- got here two days ago?” I started to feel embarrassed, my own boyfriend not telling me he was already here

“He didn’t tell you,” I shook my head no. I felt water filling up my eyes

“I thought he lost his phone because he hasn’t answered any of my text”

“I can call him,” I shook my head again. Does he have his phone?

“No, it's whatever. He wants to be like that let him,” I walked away and to the back room and started to cry. How can he do this to me? Does he want to finish things? Did he find someone else? Why didn’t he just tell me he wanted to end things. I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I took deep breaths before I could walk out of the bathroom. When I got out I walked towards my pictures, “Y/N,” I turned to the side and saw a guy smiling, I would be lying if I said he wasn’t good looking, “I hope those are tears of happiness”

“I wish I could say that,” I let out a forced chuckle, god I hate myself right now

“I really liked your introduction and what the meaning behind each picture meant to you. The stories were quite interesting”

“Thank you”

“I would like to buy five of your pictures,” I was surprised

“You, would? Sorry, yeah, of course, I’ll bring the papers over, I’ll be right back,” I started to walk away but ran into a person, “sorry,” I walked to the back and grabbed the paperwork and went back out to the guy.

“I’m Ivan Goodsman, these pictures will be a good collection for my wife. She loves pictures. She loves to know what the mood was and why you took it, a picture can tell you a million words,” I gave him a nod

“I can also email you why I took it in case she actually wants to know”

“That will be perfect,” he handed me the papers back and I wrote down on top of each paper

“2B, 7B, 1C, 4C, and 5C”

“Those are actually my favorite, anyways, I’ll have them sent to the address you write down. You can do the payment either when they arrive or pay now”

“I’ll pay now”

“Cool,” the guy pulled out his checkbook and started to write down the amount. He ripped the check out of the book and handed it to me. “Thank you Mr.Goodsman,” I smiled

“Call me Ivan, I hope to see more of your work”

“Thank you for buying,” he smiled and walked away. I can’t wait to tell- no,I can be petty too. I let out a deep breath and continued walking around. By the end of the night I didn’t see Sam. I went back to my apartment, I took my shoes off and sat on the couch. I grabbed my phone and dialed Harry, as he shared the same interest.

“Hello”

“Hey Harry”

“Dude I saw that you sold some pictures that’s amazing! Who bought it?”

“A guy name Ivan Goodsman”

“Goodsman? As in the Ivan Goodsman? Holy shit they are very well known”

“He told me that his wife enjoyed looking at the pictures because they have many different meanings and stuff”

“Their kids are talented. One is in the soccer team, one is a good golf player, the other one is a popular well known photographer and the last one is a designer”

“Wow. Talented people”

“The mother, she’s also a designer, photography pictures help her get inspired. Maybe her next collection will be inspired by you. The father, he’s the manager of a hotel or something, I don’t know much of him”

“Holy crap”

“Lucky you”

“Anyways, Tom mentioned that Sam arrived a few days ago”

“Oh, yeah”

“I just need to talk to him, can I stop by?”

“He is going to hate me for this but at this moment I don’t care. Come on over,” my heart started to race, I was somewhat hoping he would’ve said no but it’s now or never. I grabbed the keys and out the door I went. 

I stood in front of the Holland's house, I rang the doorbell hearing Tessa barking. The door went wide open and I saw Nikki, she smiled widely as she stepped aside, “Harry told me that you met Ivan Goodsman, how was that?”

“He’s an attractive man”

“Common Nikki she came to see Sam, stop hogging her, that was a very beautiful collection,” Dom went next to Nikki

“Thank you, is Sam in his room?”

“Yes, go right up,” I excused myself and went upstairs to Sam’s room, I let out a sigh and knocked on the door hearing a faint ‘come in,’ I opened the door and stepped inside. Sam’s back was facing me probably on his computer.

“Hi,” he turned around, finally seeing him after three weeks

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” I looked at him confused

“What am I doing here? Seeing my boyfriend that I haven’t seen in three weeks and Tom told me you arrived two days ago. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you lose your phone?

“I needed time to think”

“Sam, what is going on. You have been avoiding me for almost two weeks, you couldn’t send me a message telling me that you arrived or that you needed time to think. You went awol on me, are you mad at me?” I tried staying calm but I was getting furious towards him.

“I just need time to think and figure things out okay, I don’t need to tell you what I’m doing every single time”

“I’m not asking you to, all I wanted you to do was to tell me that you were doing okay and that you arrived home safely”

“Well I arrived safely home”

“I know. Your brother told me and thanks for coming to my opening. Your family was there, even Tuwaine and Harrison, but you weren’t. I wanted you there, since my parents weren’t able to make it”

“Opening for what?” I scoffed

“My gallery, I texted you two weeks before my presentation and you said that you will make it for the last day, I even texted you if you were on your way, thanks for showing up”

“I needed to think okay, what part do you not understand”

“I understand, I just don’t understand why you couldn’t tell me. Just forget about it. I’m going home,” I opened the door and walked downstairs saying a quick goodbye before leaving. Does this mean that we are done? I went back home. I didn’t know what to do or think.

---

I woke up on the couch, I looked at my phone to check the time and hoping Sam would’ve texted me. The only notification I had was an email on Spotify’s newest music release. I guess this means it is over between us. I grabbed my sweater and saw the check, maybe a trip to the bank will be good for me. I got ready and off I went.

After a walk to the bank I walked to the store to buy ice cream, I grabbed my favorite ice cream and headed to the check out. When I was paying I saw the one person I wasn’t expecting to see, Sam smiling with his ex girlfriend, Erica. I grabbed my ice cream and quickly left, the way back home I felt tears streaming down my face.

I ate my ice cream in silence, the tv was off my phone was on do not disturb mode. Half way through my ice cream there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door, it was Sam holding flowers. He had a sad face on. “What do you want Sam”

“Can we talk,” I stepped aside. He handed me the flowers and we walked to the living room and set the flowers on the coffee table.

“Y/N, I am sorry. I know what I did was wrong. I was just stressed out and we didn’t have enough time to be on our phones. I know it’s not an excuse. I saw a picture of you and a guy together and you seemed so happy”

“What guy, I haven’t been out. I’ve been working on my pictures for a month”

“I don’t know, someone sent me a picture of you and a guy,” Sam showed me a picture

“I don’t even know who that guy is, and that dress, I haven’t worn that dress for a year. I would never cheat on you”

“I am sorry. My mom came to my room after you left. She knew something was wrong. She told me how you've been working extra hard to have your pictures up and going over on what you would be saying. This morning I stopped by the studio and saw the pictures. I am proud of you and I am so sorry”

“I saw you and Erica at the store”

“I ran into her, she asked how you were doing and I told her that you were doing great since you presented your pictures and had a well known guy buy a few pictures from you. I was smiling because I was happy that you achieved a goal that you’ve had for so long. I honestly believe she was the one that sent me that photo. Y/N, please forgive me,” I let out a sigh.

“You saw my pictures?”

“Yes, they were amazing. My mom even showed me a video she took and showed it to me”

“Okay, I forgive you, but next time you are gone for a month and don’t text me back we are done. Got it?”

“Loud and clear, can we cuddle because I really missed you,” I kissed him and got up, “are we moving this to your room?”

“I am putting my ice cream in the freezer, but let’s go take a nap in my room”

[whodoyouseee]

holy shit. i don't want to ask any personal questions, but let me get this straight. what if the bastard is haunting someone else other than you? it seems like his appearance depends only on the person that sees him, what if rn someone is experiencing the same thing?? i don't know whether it's a good or a bad thing.

Yeah so that's the thing. That's a huge reason why I started the blog. That picture I took way back when... I wanted to see if others saw someone. Someone else. But all anyone (myself included) sees in photos is the shadow person.

As far as I've been able to find out through google searches on demonology, there's no documentation on anything like this guy. Which is honestly the scariest part about all this shit.

I don't think Alice is being haunted by him though. She didn't act strange that day. Up until he showed up at the park she just seemed concerned for me. And she seemed genuinely surprised to see "Shawn". Her reaction seemed entirely like what one would expect. No lack of surprise, no apparent knowledge of some sort of supernatural entity. She just saw "her ex" states away from where he should be, and it scared the shit out of her for entirely natural reasons.

But the fact she saw someone without having seen a shadow person transform into them over time has me concerned. I've thought of a possibility that I actually quite detest:

At this point, I can't confirm nor deny that I didn't manifest this thing myself somehow. And I don't know if I'd be able to live with the guilt if it begins targeting others.

[kinghoranshit]

Tell Me A Lie (NH) Ch 4

Word Count: 2,153

Warnings: swearing, anxiety

Six hours seemed to go by in a blink of an eye, and I felt like I was going to throw up as the plane came to a stop at the terminal and I had to get off. 

I hauled my stuff with me and exited the plane, going through the terminal. I took more deep breaths, trying to control my nerves.  

I shouldn’t have been shocked to see as many people swarming around as I did, and I saw my vision blur a bit as my anxiety kicked in. So, on top of the nausea, I felt great. 

I was told to stay close to the gate, Niall and security would come get me. Hopefully it'll be soon. I felt like people were staring at me just standing there; probably had the look of being lost, which wasn’t necessarily far from the truth. I decided to take out my airpods and block out all the noises with music. The flow of it guided my heart rate to slow back to normal and I let out another heavy breath.  

It’d be okay. Everything would be great. 

There was a tap on my shoulder so I took out one of the pods, curious, and then someone whispered, “Lauren.” 

My scream caught in my throat as I turned around in a jump. My reaction after turning around was to hit him in the arm. “Niall, not funny!”

He laughed, his eyes dancing. “I thought it was.”

Both of us looked at each other, smiling, and I sighed. “It’s great to finally see you in person again.”

“You too, Kelly.” He opened his arms for a hug and I accepted it. I couldn’t help myself from snuggling my face in his neck. He was just so soft and strong at the same time; humbled and still obviously so Irish. 

“You’re not gonna cry are you?” Niall asked. 

I scoffed with a small laugh, “No.”

He pulled back and it wasn’t hard to miss the small eye roll. “Come on.” He picked up my duffel from the floor. “I’m parked in one of the closer lots. It’s still gonna be crazy gettin’ out of er’.” 

I couldn’t stop the look I gave him. 

“What?” He laughed.

“Nothing,” I mumbled, laughing a little. “I didn’t expect you to drive us.”

He furrowed his brows now, and slightly scoffed, “Why not?” 

I shrugged, then bit my lip. “You don’t seem like the best driver.” 

“I’m loads good!” 

When my eyes landed on the vehicle he started going towards, I rolled my eyes once again. Of course it was his black Range Rover. But the windows were tinted, so I assumed it was the safest option. 

When I was a few steps from reaching the door, there was a flash and I couldn’t stop myself flinching and stepping back to catch my balance. Now, voices rushed.

“Lauren Kelly, right?”

“How’s it to be dating Niall Horan?” 

“Where are you two at in your relationship?” 

“Any wedding bells yet?” 

“Have any major fights?”

The flashes continued and a tight wave flowed through my body as they closed in on me. I was confused how they managed to find us at this parking lot. It was a random spot hidden in the back. It was so under the radar. 

A hand grabbed my wrist, yanking me forward, and I was pushed into the front passenger seat. I couldn’t rip my eye sight away from the security ushering the four paps and journalists away. After they’d done that, they nodded in our direction and Niall waved to them. 

Once we were gone, Niall gave me an apologetic look. “I didn’t think they’d track us down here. But that’s what the security is for.”

I only nodded and folded my shaky hands together. I licked at my tingling lips. 

Niall reached over to take one of my hands and kissed it. “You handled that so well, Lauren.”

To be honest, my mind was still fogged. That was more intense than I thought it would be. Oh my God. 

I shook my head and cleared my throat. “I did not… I didn’t expect paps to be that intense. I’m fine.”

“I can’t promise that won’t happen again, but we’ll have security, and more than likely they’re gonna be the ones hired by Modest.”

“Perfect,” I retorted.

Today was meant to be a buffer day where he and I could hangout at his house. He had some studio work to do. I knew that my adhd and anxiety made things difficult, but that’s what the medications were for and I had my exercises. 

Tomorrow would be our day out in public at Melrose, which I’d only been there once so it would be cool to go with Niall. The paps that Modest hired were supposed to snap us randomly over there.

We waited for this guard to open these massive gates that went into a development in Beverly Hills. This was not shocking to me, yet I felt out of place as Niall pulled through them. The buildings were definitely mansions and one of them was his. Holy shit. 

“Will there be security at the house?” I asked, and that was for sure the dumbest question I’ve asked thus far. 

“Oh, no, there's security at the gate. It’s a private community.” 

I snorted. “Any of your neighbors famous?” 

He laughed now. “All of them.” 

“You fuckin posh prick,” I scoffed with a laugh.

The Range Rover came to a stop and I gasped. His house was absolutely stunning. A mixture of California and Victorian; white bricks, orange roofing, two pillars framed the front entrance, and a two door garage accented on the side. There was a lot more greenery than I anticipated as well; I wasn’t shocked by the palm trees he had out front. 

“It’s really gorgeous, Niall,” I breathed. 

He ran a hand through his tips a couple times, a laugh trailing after. “Wait until you see the inside. Less impressive.” 

I rolled my eyes and didn’t say anything else as I stepped onto the concrete of the driveway. There was no way that it wasn’t just as nice inside. I pieced together that this wasn’t the home he spent the most time at when we stepped into the entrance; he probably did prefer his London home. The simple white walls and white marbled floor accented well with the greys, blues, and gold decor and furniture. I smiled at the framed golf photos and large canvas of an Ireland flag. 

Niall cleared his throat as he rocked back and forth on his feet. “Uhm, as you can see the living room is here, bedrooms are upstairs… Feel free to pick whichever you’d like. The studio is in the basement which is where I’ll be for the remainder of today. Need anything else right now?”

I shot him a warm smile. “Thanks, Ni. I’m good for now.”

He leaned in to leave a kiss on my cheek. “Get comfy. I’ll see you later, Lauren.” 

“Will do.” I laughed under my breath. 

He disappeared down the second spiral staircase. I was back to being lost. I willed myself to go adventuring upstairs. There was an office with a sleek, glass desk that looked like it was never used; it was spotless clean though. The guest bedrooms all had their own attached bathrooms and that was where the extraness came from, otherwise it didn’t actually seem that large. Not like I’d imagined; Niall has always been a simple man. 

The guest room closest to Niall’s room practically called my name so I plopped my duffel and backpack on the floor beside the bed. I sat down on the end and fell backward onto the soft cotton. My eyes found themselves having a hard time staying open, so I closed them for a bit.

Just a little bit… 

***

I lightly groaned as I involuntarily stretched. My hand rubbed one eye as I sat up. Part of my hair had stuck to my cheek so I wiped it away behind my ear. It was clearly much later and I cursed under my breath. Despite the guilt of wasting time I could’ve used doing anything else, I did feel like a whole new person. 

It was a nice nap I had to admit. 

I grabbed the binder for Stone Cold, my pouch of pens and sticky notes, and airpods before I padded my way to the first floor. I’m sure there was a nook I could use to do some editing before we ate dinner, whenever that was. There was no way I would push Niall on a time.

Speaking of, there was a faint strumming that came from the basement. A flutter appeared in my chest hearing his sweet voice following it. This was an invasion of his privacy, even if I couldn’t make out the words. It wasn’t morally right to stand around. 

The search for a spot to settle myself was back on. I finally found a small inset seating space under a window in the kitchen area; it was a beautiful navy velvet with a couple grey pillows. It was so comfortable, more than I could ever have predicted. It was my time to get invested in my own art and let the time slip by. 

***

There was a muffled voice that didn’t match the music I was playing. As much as I wanted to keep going, I marked the paragraph I just finished and looked up. Niall’s tired, yet cheery, features filled my vision and I couldn’t stop the smile. I took out one of the airpods, which automatically paused the song, and cleared my throat. 

“How’s the writing?” 

He shrugged. “Not bad I think. Have you been here the whole time?” 

“No.” I shook my head. “I actually fell asleep for a couple hours unintentionally.” 

“The best kind of naps.” He laughed.

I bit my lip. “Yeah, and then I came here to edit. It’s a nice nook.” 

He bit into the red apple he took from the bowl placed in the middle of the island and cheesed. “That it is… What should we do for dinner? We could go out, or get something to eat here.” 

I thought about it. If we went out, I probably should change into a more put together outfit that didn’t reek of travel. That didn’t seem the slightest bit appealing to be honest. We had the rest of the trip to eat out. 

“Do you mind eating in tonight?” 

“Of course not. There’s this amazing Thai place not too far that delivers if you’ve got no objections.” 

I smirked and shook my head as I stood. “Nope, Thai sounds wonderful.” 

Within twenty minutes, the two of us were sprawled on the black suede L Couch in the living room with our own entrees and pot stickers. I used the chopsticks to bring some noodles and a piece of broccoli to my mouth. We had the first season of Stranger Things going and I tensed at the sight of Eleven using all her strength on the monster. I hadn’t realized I held my breath until that thing and she were gone.

I ate more of my Thai now, switching my focus to Niall who’d wiggled his way to lay his upper half across my lap at the beginning of the episode. I didn’t mind his weight though, it was more comforting than anything; even if the pressure on my pelvic area did emulate the sensation of needing to pee. 

“That part gets me every time,” I stated. “She’s so badass.” 

“I agree,” he remarked and reached over for another pot sticker from the coffee table. 

“Get me one?” 

He raised his brows momentarily before breaking out a smile and reached again, then handed it to me.

I cheesed. “You’re the best. This was really good. I might be addicted.” 

“Don’t even get me started,” he scoffed with a laugh. “I get it every time I’m in LA.” 

“Was the choice to eat out or in going to lead to this place no matter what?” I narrowed my eyes playfully. 

“Maybe,” he mumbled, crossing his arms, and Niall made himself more comfortable; his eyes closed even.

I shook my head. “Such a dork.” 

A small smile spread on his lips. He didn’t say anything else, and it didn’t take me long for me to catch on that he’d fallen asleep by the slow rise of his chest and soft snores. Netflix rolled into the second season of Stranger Things. I laid my head back, and found my fingers running through the tips of his hair. 

Part of me realized that this should be more weird than it is, and the other part of me found calm happiness in it. It was okay for friends to do this sort of thing; platonic snuggles were normal. 

Eventually, I drifted off too. 

Next: Ch 5 

[Masterlist]

[oneemotionalblender]

Steve Rogers x Reader- Dance

Here's another one , yay <3

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Steve POV

I was sitting at my bed , staring at nothing . God , life was so easier before .  I was visiting Peggy's grave yesterday . I think I'm ready . To move on . To live again . Maybe , just maybe , I have a chance of being happy again .

I stretched my arms and looked at the clock . Five am . I jumped out of the bed , changed into my training clothes , grabbed a water bottle and made my way out of the compound , for my everyday morning run .

It was sunrise , and the sky was painted beautiful shades of rosy pink , orange  and baby blue . Looks like an amazing day is ahead of us . I came to one of my favorite parks and slowed down a little . I looked around myself . People who are rushing into work with coffee in one hand , and phone in other , probably talking to their other halfs , to pick up kids  after lunch . Dog lovers with their pets running in front of them . Some people on bicykles , some roller-skating , and some are skateboarding . I see one or two younger couples , just enjoying the time they have . I smile to myself as I remember the old times . Bucky flirting with all girls , who were crazy about him , constantly trying to get me to date someone . The good old times . I miss them .

In the distance , I see older couple , maybe around 70 years . They are holding on to each other , as if nothing else mattered . Talking and smiling , feeding pigeons as they did . They looked so happy . So peacefully . As I was watching them , they saw me and smiled . And in that moment I knew . I want that sometime . I can't save the world forever . I want a normal life . Well as normal as I can have it . Guess , we'll just have to wait and see what life has prepared for us .

I ran into some fans , took some photos , signed some things and stopped for coffee . I looked at my phone and saw that it's already six . Better head back to the compound and have some breakfast.

-time skip-

After breakfast , I've gone grocery shopping , and than training . As I was cleaning the mess I made , Bucky walked in with a smile on his face .

" Hey Buck . " I smiled at my best friend .

"Hey , listen ... I know you're Captain America and your life is all about "GoD bLeSs AmErIcA" and "LaNgUaGe" , but it's been sooo long since we've done something together , and there's this new bar opened just nearby , and guess what , it's 40s themed !" Bucky rumbled at the speed of light . Maybe this could be an oportunity to try to live again .

"And I know you're gonna say that you have responsibilities and-"

"Ok." I cut him off .

"Wait , what ?"

"Ok , let's do it ."

"Are you serious ?! Okay , go get ready . We're leaving at 8 ." I chucled at my best friend . Just like the old times ....

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When we arrived to the bar , we were met with dim lighting and people dancing . It really was 40s themed . Bucky has authomatically found some girl to flirt with so I made my way to get a drink . And that's when I saw her . A beautiful girl , no woman . Her Y/H/C hair were gently braided in an elegant updo , her beautiful Y/E/C eyes reflected the lighting , her perfect rosy lips were curled upwards in a gorgeous smile that could outshine thousands of stars . She was perfect .  And then she looked at me and I froze .

Your POV

I looked at my phone . Only 5 minutes until my shift ends . I smiled to myself as I made a drink for random customer . I could feel eyes at me and when I looked to my right , a tall , insanely handsome man was looking at me . He had a dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes . And then I figured it out . HOLY SHIT IT'S CAPTAIN AMERICA INFSDHNNKD !!! Oh no , he's looking at me . Fuck , what am I supposed to do . Ok Y/N , chill . Play it cool . I looked at the clock and saw that while I was talking here to myself , my shift ended . I swiftly took off my apron , as I made my way over to him because , duh , I'm a fangirl , I need my pictures .

"Good evening , miss ..." Ok , act cool .

"O-Oh , umm Y/N ." Yeah girl , that's the definition of 'act cool'. I mentaly facepalmed . Ok , here we go .

"Um , I'm sorry to bother you but , could you maybe , take a picture with me please ?" I'm a mess . He chuckled . Good God , Y/N stop swooning about him .

"Of course , but could I maybe , I don't know , buy you a drink ?" I blushed and screamed internaly . Is he seriously asking to buy me a drink ? If he would told me to jump off a roof I would do it .

"U-Um yes , please ." WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N ?!

We made our way over to the bar , he bought me a drink and we started talking . He was actually awesome , kind and a true gentlemen . Not to mention he was extremely good looking .

"So you're from around here ?" He asked me , with his deep , velvet voice .

"Yes , actually my apartment is just above the bar ." GOD DAMMIT Y/N THAT SOUNDED SO WRONG .

"Oh , ok ." Now you've scared him off , great . Just great .

"Oh , um look , I was wondering if , maybe , and you totally don't have to , you know what this was a stupid idea . Forget about it ." What is he trying to say ?

"Chill , it's okay . Anyways , just ask me anything ." Breathe Y/N , breathe .

"Wouldyoumaybewanttogooutwithmeitotallyunderstandifyousayno-" What the hell ?

"I don't understand a word you're saying , breathe . Slow down ." I chucled . He took a deep breath .

"Would you want to go out with me ?" Wait did he just-? OMG he did . Ok Y/N keep yourself together  . Be chill .

"Yes , I would like that very much ." Ok , that was actually good .

"Really ?! I-I mean cool , cool ." I smiled . Adorable . He's like a happy puppy . Snap out of it Y/N .

"Can I have your number ?" He was more relaxed now .

"Yep , give me your phone ." Did you just said yep to Steve Rogers ? Yes . Yes you did .

I wrote my number to his phone . I looked at the clock and realized , that it's already late , and I have an early shift tomorrow .

"I really loved this evening , but I must be going . I have work tomorrow . Text me !" I winked at him from distance . What the hell Y/N ?! Why would you do that ?

As I was leaving the place , I heard distant shouting .

"WOOO GET SOME STEVIE !!!" I chuckled and looked at Steve . He was bright red .

Who knows ? Maybe this could be something good .

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Okk , yeah . This request was fun to write . If you have some ideas , I take 'em .

Love youu <3

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Discord Text Thread || Quentin & Dorian

Discord thread featuring: Quentin and Dorian

When: September 23rd

Mentions: Khai

Description:Quentin texts Dorian after their studio session and they get to know one another a little better. Quentin asks Dorian out on a date.

Trigger Warning: Hardcore flirting.

Quentin. We should hang out again soon. It was a  lot of fun

DORIAN Yeah, I agree. I’d love to.

Quentin. Great! Because I would love to know more about you.

DORIAN Well, we could start now if you want.

Quentin. Absolutely!

DORIAN Ask me anything.

Quentin. Anything... let’s see. Do you like fizzle pop?

DORIAN Fizzle pop? Do you mean soda?

Quentin. Haha yeah. Sorry

DORIAN No worries lol. Just wanted to make sure we were talking about the same thing. Not really. I’ll only have soda every now and then. That leads me to my first question for you though. Where are you from?

Quentin. Fair enough. I probably drink it way more than I should. But, it’s really good with ice cream. I’m from Chamonix, France.. But, I moved to California was I was like seven I wanna say. I grew up in San Francisco and you?

DORIAN I’m more of a tea and juice drinker personally. Oh that’s dope! I’m from San Francisco too! I only moved to Kingsboro when I was 18.

Quentin. Oh shit! I can’t believe I’ve never run into you before. I used to spend a lot of time out at MEZZANINE’s and Bimbo’s. But back then I usually needed a fake to get in lmao. I love tea.. we should totally drink tea together sometime

DORIAN Well, I’m gonna guess that I’m older than you so lol. Yeah, we should.

Quentin. How old are you

DORIAN I just turned 29 in August.

Quentin. Ah, hot. I’m only older men. Wow yeah. Hahah what I meant to say was. I’m into them

DORIAN lmao that’s okay. I got the idea. How old are you?

Quentin. I’ll be 25 in December

DORIAN oh yeah, so you were only like 14 when I left Cali lol.

Quentin. hahaha this just keeps getting better. I feel like I totally would have stalked you

DORIAN You were entering high school when I graduated lol.

Quentin. Yeah, I was actually home schooled though. It was easier on my “parents” that way.  Did you have a band then?

DORIAN Oh, homeschool? That’s interesting. Nah, I didn’t start my band until after I moved to NY. We started it when I was like 21.

Quentin. Yeah, not as much fun as it sounds though, I promise lol. Oh, sweet! Definitely probably wouldn’t have stalked you then. But, would have loved to.

DORIAN Hahaha. Any more questions?

Quentin. yeah.. I have tons. Am I boring you yet?

DORIAN Not at all.

Quentin. Okay, I’m just gonna shoot out a few here. Have you always been into guys? Are you into me? Do you like Chinese food? Would you like to go out with me?

DORIAN I realized I liked guys when I was 13. Yes, I’m into you. I love Chinese food. Yes I’ll go out with you.

Quentin. I love how straight and to the point you are.

DORIAN I try to be. Because that’s how I prefer people to be with me.

Quentin. Fair enough. took me way to long to type that haha

DORIAN Are your hands busy?

Quentin. At the moment...  not really. But you just make me question all my logic.

DORIAN That sounds like a bad thing.

Quentin. Is it? I don’t think so. I can be a bit of a brat sometimes and you just make me rethink my smart ass remarks lol

DORIAN Good. I’m teaching you to be a good boy.

Quentin. Hey hey, don’t go getting carried away now lol

DORIAN It’s true.

Quentin. Listen. I do very bad things and I do them very well. I just so happen to like you.

DORIAN You sound like the guy from Taken. I have a very specific set of skills lmao.

Quentin. hahahahaha it’s true though.

DORIAN Mhm. I’ll believe it when I see it. You probably just want me to think you’re a bad boy.

Quentin. Do I not come off as a bad boy? Wait better question... are you into bad boys?

DORIAN You seem like you wanna impress me. Uhhh. I’m not really a fan of people who do bad things, I’ll be honest. I like you though so maybe I’ll make an exception.

Quentin. Ah, calling me out. I would love to impress you. But, sadly I’m not very impressive. I try to be a decent person but I do have a lot of flaws. I could be whatever you like whoever you like though. I’m pretty flexible

DORIAN You’ve impressed me so far. I didn’t say I wanted somebody perfect. I just want someone to respect me and be totally open and honest with me. I’ve been hurt a lot and I really don’t need any added stress. I just want you to be yourself.

Quentin. Well, okay then. Retract my current statement and let me start again. I’m just a very laid back guy who likes to have a good time and can get super soft when you stroke my dark side. is that honest enough?

DORIAN Okay.. and what are your intentions with me?

Quentin. My intentions. I feel like I should start singing you the lyrics to a Justin Bieber song, ha. I just like you, you’re very attractive, sweet, and I’d love to get to know you more. I’ll be honest. I haven’t really been interested in another guy in quite some time. But, you intrigue me.

DORIAN You know, I’m not normally a Bieber fan, but I like that Intentions song lol. Thanks honey. I’m down to get to know each other better. Oh yeah? I feel special.

Quentin. Everyone I know says that lol. Does anyone ever actually like Bieber? lol. There are definitely things I’d like to do with you on a daily basis. But I’m trying to let you feel me out. Because I can be a hard pill to swallow sometimes. You should definitely feel special though, because you are a rare gem.

DORIAN He has a handful of songs that I like but in general, I wouldn’t call myself a fan. Plus he seems like kind of a dick. A hard pill to swallow? You seem perfectly easy to get along with to me. Don’t make me blush.

Quentin. Same. He’s definitely a dick though. I guess what I meant was, I have a lot of demons. I do a lot of things people don’t necessarily agree with. But my top three traits are definitely flirty, chill, and spontaneous. you’re very cute when you blush though

DORIAN Like I said, as long as you treat me with respect and are honest with me, we won’t have any issues. I disagree that I’m cute when I blush but thanks honey lol.

Quentin. You got it! I’ll have to agree to disagree with you there though. Because I’m the one who gets to look at you, so I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about. Speaking of which. You should send me a photo... please.

DORIAN You’re doing all this talking about me, but have you seen how handsome you are? Actually no, don’t answer that. I’m sure you know exactly how hot you are.

Quentin. Lmao you’re so cute. I’m so not hot. But I appreciate the compliment. God! Look at YOU!! what the fuck are you drinking cause damn it looks almost as delicious as you.

DORIAN Uhhh. You definitely are very hot so hush that noise. Lol, it was a strawberry banana smoothie. Can I have a picture too?

Quentin. yessir. It was, haha. I feel very left out of the experience. Sure, handsome.

DORIAN Look at you, following orders like a good boy. (; We can go get smoothies together sometime if you want.

Quentin. hahaha mhm. You just make me fall in line so easily. I’d like that for sure.

DORIAN What can I say? It’s a gift.

Quentin.

this is just me sitting outside editing our cover song seems like you have a lot of those

DORIAN Holy shit, can you seriously look at that picture and say that you’re not hot? Who lied to you?

Quentin. uhm... a lot of people have lied to me. But, you’re reaction definitely makes me tingly.

DORIAN Well I’m here to set the record straight. You are very very attractive, Q. Make no mistake about that.

Quentin. How are you even single? You’re like the messiah of my heart. Not that I’m Jewish by any means lol

DORIAN Lmao oh my gosh. Well because I recently got dumped for somebody else. That’s why. And before that, I was single by choice because I lost my wife in a car accident. So I took about two and a half years to grieve and get myself back together.

Quentin. Dumped for someone else? What an idiot. I definitely know all about loss though with my first real girlfriend. I don’t wanna get too dark on you. But I’ve seen a lot of loss as well. But, you definitely shouldn’t be anyone’s second choice.

DORIAN I appreciate that. It’s really nice to hear. I’m sorry you had to deal with loss as well, honey. It’s not easy. I’m gonna take a shower, we’ll continue this conversation when I get out, okay? Try not to miss me too much.

Quentin. it’s definitely not easy. But, it makes us who we are in some weird twisted sense. You enjoy that shower, I’ll be around whenever you wanna talk. I can’t help it if I miss you though.

[ 30 minutes later ]

DORIAN Hi, I’m back.

Quentin. Hi :) Did you enjoy your shower?

DORIAN I did, thank you. What were you up to while I was gone?

Quentin. Not a whole lot. Just finished editing our cover and posted it. Lots of great feedback already.

DORIAN I saw! That’s super dope. The track turned out great.

Quentin. Thank you. It’s all because you’re an amazing drummer. I had no idea but you really blew me away

Quentin. Also, I’d love to take you out soon. Like, really soon.

DORIAN Aww, thanks babe. But I only put down the drum line. You did literally everything else so don’t give me too much credit. You would?

Quentin. You still made it even better than it would have been. yes, absolutely!

DORIAN You’re too sweet. You’re making me wanna kiss you. would we get Chinese?

Quentin. I would love to kiss you, darlin. We could get whatever you like.

DORIAN I didn’t just melt a little when you called me darlin. Nope. That did not happen. It was a figment of your imagination.

Quentin. Don’t go melting too much Lmao. Oh oh.. nvm. Ha

DORIAN BIG EYES EMOJI

Quentin. Fuck you’re cute!

DORIAN So are you. Now what did you say nvm about?

Quentin. I was just gonna say unless it’s in my mouth. But I was trying to behave myself.

DORIAN Oh wow. Naughty.

Quentin. It happens. Cant be an Angel all the time. So when can I touch you again? I mean, see you.

DORIAN Oh my gosh lol. Tomorrow. If you’d like.

Quentin. I’d love.

DORIAN Cutie. It’s a date then.

Quentin. Wow, I’m so lucky. also a little nervous, ha.

DORIAN Aww, that’s adorable. Nothing to be nervous about, hon. You didn’t seem nervous the other day.

Quentin. I’m always nervous. I’m just really good at hiding it haha

DORIAN Yeah, amazingly good at it because I couldn’t tell that you were nervous at all.

Quentin. Good, you weren’t supposed to be able to tell heh

DORIAN That’s really cute though. But there’s still nothing to be nervous about.

Quentin. of course there is. You could always crush me into a million pieces and then laugh as you watch me try to pick them up

DORIAN Absolutely not. I’ve had that done to me one too many times. I never wanna put anyone else through that.

Quentin. well I’ll beat up anyone who ever tries to hurt you again. I swear

DORIAN Ooh, a man who will fight for me. Hot.

Quentin. Of course I would. You’re definitely worth it

DORIAN Blushing again.

Quentin. you sure I have to wait until tomorrow? I told you I could get impatient. I did tell you that right? Haha

DORIAN I don’t think you mentioned it lol. Our date would have to wait till tomorrow since most restaurants aren’t open and I’m pretty sure you plan on taking me out to eat. But if you wanna see me tonight, you can.

Quentin. Oh, well nvm then haha. That’s fair. I’d love to see you tonight but you can tell me no if you want. It won’t falter my interest

DORIAN you’re welcome to see me tonight. I’d love to see you too.

Quentin. Should I come to you? I’ve been mindlessly starring at the LOTR and laying in bed so I’m free.

DORIAN Yes please, come to me.

Quentin. yessir

DORIAN Good boy.

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What was the last thing you threw at someone? A piece of meat for my dog to run for. Well, walk and sniff around for. He’s an old guy and doesn’t run anymore unless we’re taking him out for a walk. Do you follow recipes? I always certainly have to, since I don’t have any one dish memorized. I’ll start off with a collection of recipes for sure, but I’m hopeful that I’ll be at least a decent cook over the next few years. Where's the last place you had an itch? The area behind my knee.

Do you look people in the eye when you talk to them? It’s always important to have eye contact to show you’re paying attention so yeah. But I know it can get uncomfortable for most people at some point – and me – so I’ll give my eyes a break and look at their forehead, their nose, the space between their eyes, etc. When you look into someone's eyes, can you see their pain? Uh no, I don’t look that intensely lmao. And even then, I’ve learned over the years that most people are very good in hiding or playing off their true emotions that even if I try to find something off, I’ll likely turn up with nothing.

When was the last time you sneezed? Midnight today. How do you act under pressure? It will depend on how much there is to do and how much time there is left. I don’t have one permanent behavior for every time I feel pressured, which is pretty often. Who did you last say "I love you" to? My dog. Do you ever call people just to hear the sound of their voice? Yes, back when everything was normal I’d sometimes call my girlfriend just to drop by and say hi, and also because our schools are a little far apart and I’ll miss her in the middle of the day. School usually stresses her out so I do that as a pick-me-up for her. When was the last time you used a glue stick? January maybe? Our profs always ask us to submit index cards with our contact details and a 1x1 photo at the start of the semester, so there’s a good chance I asked to borrow glue from someone to paste my photo onto the card. What was the last startling noise you heard? Some dipshit on my Twitter feed decided it was good fun to share a jumpscare disguised as an innocent, cute video at 3 AM. I was mad about it then and I’m still mad as hell about it now lol. Do you ever look back at your yearbooks? I did this a lot as a kid. Idk why, I found it interesting to get to know the people in my school and read their write-ups I guess. I stopped looking back on them precisely because I did it too much when I was younger. Do you ever want to be prom queen/king? No. I did not give a shit about prom at all. I really would’ve happily skipped out on it but my school is a complete killjoy and made both attendance and bringing a date mandatory for everyone. No stags, can you believe it? It’s like when Captain Holt from Brooklyn Nine Nine said “Have a good time, I specifically requested it” lol Are you tired? Tired of this quarantine, yes. But I took a nap not too long ago so I’m not feeling to sleepy in that sense. Have you ever ran from the police? I haven’t done anything for them to have to do run after me, so no. Are you afraid of clowns? Not really. I was never exposed to them much so I always just saw them as people in heavy makeup that do balloon animals and other funny tricks. Have you ever written on someone's face in your yearbook? HAHA yes. When my sister and I were kids we bickered a lot, and in one of our fights I thought it’d be funny to doodle on her kinder portrait. She didn’t think so and she started wailing - just in time, I heard my mom coming home and I had to think fast so my sister a) stopped crying and b) wouldn’t tell on me. So I did the stupidest thing and also doodled on my own prep portrait to make her feel better. She calmed down and my mom never found out. When was the last time you made dinner? I *helped* my dad make dinner a few months ago. I haven’t completed a meal myself. Do you have any special plans coming up? They’re gonna be mellowing down the lockdown rules in my province by the 15th and I’m really hoping to see Gabie soon. Realistically I doubt it would happen as I don’t think both our parents would agree to it, but it’s still nice to keep hoping. Did you just lose the game? Yep, but I really only found out about this game from Reddit a few months ago and I didn’t grow up having to play it, so I’m never all too pissed off or like emotionally invested in general whenever I lose it haha. What is a class at school you are interested in taking? There are global studies electives that I was unaware of until someone told me to take them after I enrolled for my last sem in collefge. There are courses on Turkish culture, global gastronomy, and they also had past courses on ‘Diversity on Perspectives on Peace and Conflict,’ ‘Cultures of Disasters,’ and ‘Cultures and their Global Entanglements.’ They all sound right up my alley and am disappointed no one told me sooner. Do you hold on to your dreams? Some of them, the ones I know I have a chance of attaining. Obviously I’ve had to let some go, like wanting to go to the moon or becoming a firefighter. Do you follow rules or break them? Follow. I don’t like getting into trouble. Is there someone you are dying to see? A lot of people. Who do you want to be buried next to? I’ve given this zero thoughts. Are you double-jointed? Nope. Did your dream last night involve blood? It didn’t. I’m not even sure what my dreams were anymore. Who was the last person to yell at you? My mom, probably. How do you feel about the new president? I wouldn’t call him new, he’s in the latter half of his term now. I hate him and I hope he dies soon. Do good things come to those who wait? Sure, it can happen. What is the last song you played on iTunes? I haven’t used that in a while. The last one I listened to on Spotify was Sudden Desire by Hayley Williams. Petals For Armor is still on loop, surprise. What is the last thing you looked up on youtube? I was showing my sister the hilarious Vine of Beyoncé where she thanks a talk show host who tells her “You are Beyoncé,” as if it was a compliment looooool, so I looked up “you are beyonce thank you.” When is the last time you went to the grocery store? March 9th. What is your favorite fish? Tuna or eel for raw fish, tilapia for cooked. What kind of calendar do you have? A digital one. Have you ever been two hours late for school? Oh hell no. I’ve been late before, but if it’s as dramatic as being an hour late I usually just cut class to save myself the embarassment of having to do the walk of shame entering the class. What is your favorite stuffed animal that you own? I don’t have any stuffed animals. Who did you hang out with yesterday? My family, as has been the case since March. Has anyone stolen your heart yet? Yes. Have you ever won a gold medal? No. I’ve won first place before, but they didn’t issue out gold medals. Do you have any trophies? Also no. Do you work out? I don’t. When you introduce yourself, do you give hand shakes? Sometimes, but tbh I just picked it up from Gabie who’s a big hand-shaker. I preferably wouldn’t cause it seems so formal to me. Is there a limit to how many best friends you have? Yeah, like I wouldn’t want to have a lot; I like keeping my immediate circle small. I’m more than content with my two best friends. When's the last time you went to a dance? 2016. What grade are you in? Soooooooooo unbelievably close to graduating college. Are you in a band? I’m not and haven’t been. Have you ever been in a talent show? No thanks. Have you ever won a contest? Competitions, yes. Contests, no. How do you feel about germs? I’m quite particular about them. I don’t like sharing clothes with people; I pick which friends get to eat off of my spoon or sip from my straw; I’m super iffy about touching someone else’s keyboard; I really don’t like having to touch other people’s hair and with that is also the fact that I never borrow or lend hair ties. Holy shit so I’m more germaphobic than I thought and all I had to do was list these things down......................... Do you like screamo music? Not really. What does your wallet look like? Pink and a lot thinner now that I haven’t been given an allowance since they stopped school. Do you have any hickeys on you? No. At this point, I really wish I did lmao Would you rather have money or love? Money. I love love, but I won’t deny that I also love being able to afford the lifestyle I want to live haha. Do you have any family pictures hanging on the wall? Not on the wall, but we have several frames lined up on the first few steps of our stairs. Which do you prefer: bath or shower? Bath after a long hard day. Shower most days. Do you have a lamp in your room? I used to, but I removed it after realizing the light just keeps me from falling asleep faster.

Do you have windows vista? No. Do you have the strength to say goodbye forever? I’ll deal with it if I had no choice, but I’ve never handled goodbyes well.

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negans daughter becomes a dangerous threat to Sabrina’s pregnancy all while he realizes his feelings have grown deeper.]

Drama/Fluff

Days went by as you struggled to work through the built up tension in the house. Swollen feet and a bigger belly made you waddle around but that didn’t stop you from taking a walk around the camp. You never really said a word to Negan about the things he admitted to doing. One thing you began to realize was he wasn’t really staying out for as long as he used to when he went out with his men. Negan found himself to be much more around you making sure you were comfortable. Crystal and his relationship continued to be difficult but you never tried to get in the middle of it.

The sun was going down and you could hear your stomach loudly being to grumble. Back at the house you sat at the table and fixed yourself dinner before getting ready to lay down. The farther you got into your pregnancy the more exhausted you found yourself to be. It was quiet in the house, Crystal wasn’t there and Negan was having a meeting with the men. You sighed finishing off your meal when you realized a small shoe box sitting on the kitchen counter. Being nosey was a weakness of yours and so you decided to take a peek. The box seemed to be filled with Polaroids turned over, you frowned wondering what the pictures were of until you turned them over and saw something you never imagined seeing in your life. It was a mans head, a mans head destroyed on a bloody floor. You gasped before suddenly looking at the next photo only to see the same of another man. Your breathing began to rise quickly as you went through each photo of men that were killed.

And another.

And another.

You could feel the food you just ate begin to creep up your throat, you covered your lips shaking your head in shock.

Negan did this? You knew he murdered men but to actually see pictures for yourself...it made your stomach turn. Speaking of Negan, you could hear his laugh come from the other side of the living room door right before he turned the door knob.

“Oh yeah that’s a fucking good one.” You could hear him yell out to someone before he let himself in the house. You closed the box quickly as he stepped into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

“God those men are something fucking else.” He chuckled before looking your way to notice big brown fearful teary eyes.

“Sabrina?” He uttered in a serious tone but you didn’t say a word. That’s when he looked down at what you were holding and noticed the black and white shoe box trembling in your hands. He didn’t mean to leave those out for you to find.

“Oh...” he whispered.

“You weren’t suppose to see that, sweetheart.”

Without warning you threw the box at his face making all the Polaroids fall to the floor.

“Pictures? Pictures of the men you murdered?! Wh-“ you suddenly turned to the sink and threw up feeling disgust and anxiety bursting out of you.

“Shit.” Negan hurried beside you but you swung your arm pushing him away.

“Don’t touch me..” you wiped your mouth gasping for air.

“I...I didn’t know it was so...vicious..” you whispered as Negan stood quietly beside you.

Crystal walked into the house and stood just outside of the kitchen door, she noticed the shoe box of Polaroids on the floor. She knew exactly what it was before running off into her fathers room and making her way back to the kitchen.

“I take it you saw the photos.” Crystal smiled with her hands behind her back. You sighed, her voice was the last thing you wanted to hear.

“I bet you wonder how he did it..” she giggled as you slowly turned around.

“Crystal.” Negan muttered not taking his eyes off you making sure you were ok before she suddenly pulled out a large barbed wire bat. Your gasp made Negan look her way and turn in shock.

“Remember the bat I told you about?”

“Holy hell..” you whispered, you heard about the bat but you never pictured it like this.

“Give me the fucking bat, Crystal.” He reached his hand out as Crystal playfully swung it.

“Why? Maybe she wants a closer look.” Crystal in one quick movement pointed the bat playfully towards your stomach making you gasp.

“No!” You screamed with your instant reaction to shove it away making your hand cut up against the barb wire.

“Crystal!” Negan finally took a hold of his daughters wrist and pulled the bat out of her hand.

“It was just a joke.” She smiled before walking off to her room.

“Ouch.” You whispered as blood began to pour down your hand, Negan threw that bat on the floor and rushed back to your side.

“Let me see.” Negan took a hold of your hand as you felt him grab a small rag and put pressure on the tiny wound.

“For fucks sake.” He muttered before looking up at you.

“Let me clean this up, come to my room.”

“It’s fine, nothing I can’t wrap up on my own-“

“Now you know I don’t like repeating myself.” He interrupted you with a stern voice, he gently took your wrist and had you follow him into his bed room.

Negan sat quietly as he cleaned the tiny gash trying his best to not hurt you. Quietly you sat thinking about the Polaroids, thinking about the bat..thinking about the things he had done.

“I don’t wanna hurt you but this shit will fucking sting.”

“Just do it.” You squeezed your eyes shut and winced feeling the burn as he cleaned out your wound. He shook his head in silence, he didn’t want to admit it...but sometimes he wondered what his daughter could be capable of doing. What the hell was she thinking?

He felt a slight guilt at thinking this way of his daughter, it was his daughter after all..but her actions lately left him feeling on edge. On edge only for you. His daughter was always a loose cannon, she had fights in school, she gave a lot of lip, hell...she was kinda like him if anything. That worried him. He knew he had to have a real conversation with his daughter, especially with a baby on the way.

“Are you scared?” You suddenly asked him snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Hm?” He frowned a bit confused.

“Scared. Are you not at least a little worried..how Crystal will be around the baby? How...you will be around the baby?” You whispered thinking back to the pictures.

Negan stayed quiet for a moment looking beside you as he thought to himself more deeply about the situation. He didn’t like you thinking of him in such a way.

“I for one am scared.” You admitted looking down. You weren’t usually the type of person who let people fill with you fear, especially a twenty year old brat...but somehow things changed when it involved your baby.

“You think she’s gonna hurt you?” He asked staring deeply into your eyes. It was kind of hard to admit this to Negan, her own father. In all honesty, you didn’t know this girl or what she was capable of..all you knew was that she had anger. Anger that she would not let go of and after today..it made you think. You didn’t have to respond for Negan to know how you felt, he brushed his hair back with his fingers and sighed.

“You think I’d let her hurt you?” Negan rephrased his question making you look up.

“She is my daughter but I won’t let a damn thing happen to that baby. Not by a stranger and not by blood. And I know you didn’t like what you saw..but it’s my past. I don’t want you thinking of it.” Negan pressed his lips together knowing he was dealing with a much tougher situation that he first thought this was, he knew he had to have a talk with Crystal.

After you fell asleep Negan knocked on his daughters door and let himself in as she lay in bed reading a book. She sat up curiously noticing her father walked in with tense shoulders and intense eyes.

“This about that thing she’s having?” She squinted her eyes at him.

“Crystal-“

“Then I don’t wanna hear it.” She lay back down and turned her back to her father stubbornly just as he was.

“Crystal..I know this shit is hard on you. I get it but at least for me I need you to ease up on shit. I didn’t plan for this to be this way..I really fucking didn’t.”

“Yeah well, guess when you screw a whore carelessly, dumb things happen right?”

Negan sighed and sat at the edge of her bed.

“Sweetheart, your mother and I were done. This doesn’t take away me being a father to you-“

“Oh yes it does! That demon seed isn’t even here and you’re always making sure she’s ok, you’re constantly giving her extra of our food, you’re always taking care of her-“

“Crystal she has no one else and that is my baby she is carrying.”

Crystal sighed hating to hear those words.

“Fuck that baby! She should’ve lost it a long time ago. You’re trying to act like you’re this good guy for her and we know your truth!” She yelled crossing her arms.

“Hey!” Negans voice echoed loudly throughout the house that it even woke you. You slightly opened your eyes and could hear Negan and his daughter arguing, arguing as they always seemed to do. You sighed and turned over.

“You don’t say that kind of shit and I know I’ve fucked up. I’ve done some dark twisted shit but that was before, Crystal. I’m trying to do better for everyone.” The fact that Negan would continue to defend you ate at her. How could he? Her own father? While he defended you, Crystal could see her fathers anger rising for her. She felt that Negan as her father shouldn’t defend anyone against her, he was suppose to be on her side no matter how wrong she was. She couldn’t imagine just how much worse it would get with the actual baby here..she knew she needed to think of a better plan.

“Look...I’m sorry.” Crystal suddenly whispered as she sat up catching her father off guard.

“It’s just been hard since moms been gone..I’m just..I’m all messed up inside.” Crystal looked down fidgeting with her fingers making Negan feel guilt.

“I know it’s been a rough ride for you kid. Having a little brother or sister coming around now in this fucked up world isn’t any easier.” Crystal rolled her eyes without her father noticing as he mentioned a sibling to her.

“Just try with me, ok? I’m trying to do what’s right.” Negan muttered as he thought to himself, he wasn’t only trying to do what was right. He was trying to do what he truly wanted to do, which was to be there for you.

Negan quietly took the shoe box of Polaroids and burned each and every picture while you lay asleep in your room. He made a promise to himself that you would never see that bat again and took it out of the house.

An hour later you woke up and decided to make yourself a snack, you always seemed to be hungry these days. You realized Negan wasn’t in the house noticing how silent it was, quietly you made a sandwich until you heard a knock on the door.

To your surprise you turned around and found Crystal standing in the doorway.

“Oh..hi.” You muttered as she stood there with a smile. It was strange to see Crystal smile, come to think of it, you don’t think you ever saw a true genuine smile on her.

“Can we talk?” Crystal blurt leaving you to respond with a hesitant nod. You sat down at the kitchen table across from her anxious to hear what she had to say.

“I don’t want to be angry anymore.” She sighed holding her hands together.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting with you about all of this..I’m normally not like this. You’re having a baby and...I just shouldn’t be like this.”

After a moment of silence she looked up at you waiting for you to respond, but this was the last thing you were expecting to hear from her.

“Today I crossed the line acting stupid-“ she continued noticing you weren’t going to speak.

“I was never trying to hurt you or anything like that. I hope you know that.” She looked down and you could’ve swore you heard her voice crack. How were you suppose to respond? Did Negan know about this?

“I don’t want drama at all, Crystal. I’m not getting in the way of your father and you and neither will this baby.” Finally, you responded after thinking of the right words to say.

“It’s just going to be hard to think of you as a step mom... you’re only a few years older. No offense but that’s fucking weird.”

“Step mom?” Her words caught you off guard.

“Your father and I aren’t together, I’m not trying to be your step mom if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t mind being your friend..if you’d let me.”

Crystal smiled hearing the comfort in your voice grow with her, you had no idea just what she was planning in her mind.

“Well look at what the fuck we have here!” The both of you looked up to see Negan with a grin across his face.

“Look at my two ladies, getting along, fucking smiling at each other. This is a pleasant god damn surprise.”

His two ladies? You frowned at his words, as far as you were concerned you weren’t his in any form. You brushed it off and smiled with a nod.

“I want to help out with the baby in any way I can.” Crystal continued to truly surprise you. She stood up from the table and hugged her father before walking off to her room. Negan watched her leave with a smile.

“I told you she’d grow into this idea.” Negan muttered as he turned your way.

“Yeah. Pretty quickly.” You chuckled pushing yourself up, it did seem rather odd.

“That’s cause daddy has a way with his words.”

You knew what he meant when he said it but hearing him call himself daddy completely through you off for a couple of seconds. You found yourself reminiscing on the night you had together. Quickly you snapped yourself out of it.

“Still a little strange to me-“ there was slight uncertainty in your tone, you wanted to believe Crystal had the best intentions but you couldn’t help but just think something was off.

“Why is it strange that my daughter wants to get along with you? Hell, think she’s just had a change of heart.” Negans voice wasn’t defensive but still curious, he raised an eyebrow at you before you shook your head and laughed.

“It’s just me. I’m glad she’s opening up to me more.”

“Me too...me too.”

[Part 3 will be posted tonight right after this, had to cut it short because it was too long to post all together.]

[romerona]

TRUBLEMAKER

Book: Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance

Pairing: Logan x MC(Tessa)

Rating: +18 cursing and Little sex related talk

Summary: Logan’s POV on the first”date”

Note: takes place in chapter 2

Special thanks for @desiree-0816 for helping me a lot.

Characters belong to Pixelberry Studios

After I dropped her to her house, I went back to the shop when I got there the crew were doing their things ,Mona is working on her car while Ximena is giving Toby a new tattoo....

Toby - Hey! Logan where were you?” He asked wincing as ximena is working on his skin.

Ximena - Toby stop moving damnit!! She asked too where have I been?

Logan - On a job.” I said making my way to the kitchen.

Toby - tell me about it I need a distraction pleaseeeeee.” he said pleadingly

Logan - nothing really important just sold a car to a rich kid, talking about that I have to give the money to kaneko.”

I knock on his door seconds later he opens it I told him about the night and my plan with the cops to make Tessa trust me.

Kaneko - good, she already trust you or at least feels like she has to . Keep hanging out with her soon she will tell you everything.”

As I'm going up the stairs to my loft and I hop on my bed, I'm think why is my heart still beating fast is it from the car chase from the police and the adrenaline is still pumping through me from it... I'm sure that's what it's from... For some odd reason my mind keeps going back to that kiss with Tessa.... As if I was the first boy to give her, her first kiss ever... I couldn't help but think of the way her lips felt against mine and the softness of them and oh how sweet they tasted... I was noticing that when a gasp went through her lips when I deepened the kiss with my tongue, so damn cute....

A kiss from a girl like her has never had effect on me like this let alone this kind of feeling's...

Logan - Why the fuck am I'm thinking of her and her lips, he says this out loud to himself.... I tried to distracted myself from thinking of Tess and her lips so I grab my phone from my pocket and I went to my Instagram account and I found Tess on my account....

So I started thinking for a few minutes should I send a request, I just rolled my eyes and put my phone away... It hasn't even been 5 minutes later and I was once again thinking about Tess and if I should just send the damn request.... FUCK!! Why the hell am I'm acting like this she's just a fucking job... Oh come on man get your shit together....

Logan - Shit! She didn't give me her phone number and I still need to be able to communicate with her so this really is the best options....

So I pressed the follow button and I put my phone away and I started to get ready for bed... Once I went back to my bed I saw that she has already accepted my request...

I started looking through her photos on her Instagram account and I noticed she didn't have a lot of selfies or pictures of herself... As I was scrolling through more of her pictures, I saw one where she with these two people it looks like they are best friends.... A boy called Darius and a girl name Riya and it looks like Darius and Riya are dating... It seems like Tess only hangs out with both of them a lot...

This makes my job so much easier then and as I smiled to myself and soon my eyes was getting heavier and I drifted off to sleep....

Early in the morning I got this crazy idea I should invite her to the sideshow and show her a side of myself... The only side I will let her see plus I be in my own damn element... I started typing and I just put some stupid pick up line and I know that this will make her blush...

Logan - I send her that and the address and time where to meet me for our date...

I went down to eat breakfast and started working on the car that was due yesterday and I took a look at my phone and nothing, she hasn't even text back or anything... Shit! I was thinking maybe I over did it with kissing her last night...

No it's not that maybe she just realized I'm not someone she wants to be dating... Why would she date a lowlife like me but fuck I need her.... I mean I need her for the job of course and I can't let Teppei Kaneko down...

Sever hours have passed and I still haven't received a text from Tess yet and as I was about to give up when her text came through...

Tessa - Sure, I Be There ☺️

I let out a breath that I was holding in and I thought to myself my plan is working, soon we will have what we need to know...

Later on that day I went back up to my loft to get some sleep for tonight and soon there was a knock on my door that woke me up...

Mona - stop slacking off, boss wants to see you”.

I got up and head to his office when I got there he was working on something.

Kaneko - Logan, I need you to take this documents and give them to this man his name is Fabien Ahmad”.

I look at the time shit! I don’t have to much time I have to see Tessa.

Logan - where is he?”

Kaneko - he is going to be at the sideshow tonight”.

I felt relieved because that the same location that I'm meeting Tess for our date and I can give these documents to him there before I go meet her...

A while later at the sideshow

Logan - Hey are you Fabien Ahmad ? “

Fabien - Depending what do you want?”

Logan - Kaneko sent you this “. I give him the documents and make my way around the sideshow, Tessa should be here already ,where is she ?

When I finally found her my fucking eyes went wide and they started to wonder on her perfect body Holy Shit she looks hot tonight.... She was wearing shorts that makes her legs look delicious and some red and black top that adjust perfect to her upper body... I can't look away so I decided to walk where she is and without taking my eyes off of her... As I get closer I realized she talking to someone...

Some dude on a motorcycle looking like he is full of himself...

Colt - Ah, here comes the white Knight in shinning armor now..

I was only fucking late for 5 minutes and some asshole took that chance to talk to her to get her for himself.

Logan - Who this? I asked

Colt - The guy who had to keep your little girlfriend company he said while looking up and down Tess body...

This action annoyed the fuck out of me and who the fuck does this fool think he is, she with me....

Colt - I can see what you like about this guy, sweetheart. He said mocking Logan

What the fuck does that supposed to mean?? Why is he calling her sweetheart and why does he keep looking at her like that, like he know her... He such a tool and my blood is starting to boil over but I managed to keep it together....

Logan - you really trying to test my patient, aren’t you??

I'm seriously starting to consider beating this asshole up...

Tessa - everything is fine. promise

Tess voice is so soothing for me until this asshole winks at her and said I see you around... Like fuck you will! I will never let her be alone in here again for an asshole like you talk to her.

After the biker guy let me and Tess starting talking for awhile now and my eyes couldn't look away from her... She looks so damn hot tonight and before I could stop myself my hand was already touching her smooth skin..

As I was showing Tess around the sideshow I noticed that a lot of fucking guys and girls were checking her out...

So I took her by the hand and I glared at all the people who was staring at Tess and I said fucking try something.. She’s with me and only me and god help anyone who trys to take her away from me tonight...

Dammit why do I feel like this, why I am acting all possessive of her I have never care if someone else was checking out the girl I was withs so why do is care so much when they do it to Tess.

As we continue to walk around the sideshow I saw that she was amazed by this place..

Tessa - You don't have anything to prove to me Logan.. hearing her say that makes me feel so good inside because my entire life I had to prove to others and myself... Hearing her say that feels really good and warm inside that I never felt before... Damnit what is she doing to me but I have to shake this feeling she just a job...

Logan - Sure I do. I’ve got something to prove to everybody”.

Trying to change the subject quickly as possible lead us to Vaughn food truck it’s weird I never thought I would present someone to him let alone a girl after all he’s the only family I have and Tess is special...

Fuck Logan she is just a job get that in your head and even if she wasn’t you don’t deserve her.

We eat and talk with Vaughn for a while as I expected he likes her, Vaughn then tells me that Kaneko he’s looking for me. He will be pleased to see that I’m hanging out with Tessa ,still why would he be looking for me .

As we make our way to Kaneko , Tess ask me about him ,I tell her who he is and my relationship with him and after that I tell her a little and the jobs I do for him. When we arrive I start talking to him then his gaze fell on Tessa.

Kaneko - And who might this be?”

Tessa - l’m Tessa, Logan’s date.”

Tess answers before I could say something , I like that about her she isn’t waiting for someone else to present her she do that herself , but she says it a little Shyly but I who wouldn’t get shy in kanekos gaze.

I Fake explain him about yesterday‘s events and he lectured me as if he didn’t know about it. Then I am lead away from Tessa for kaneko.

Kaneko - You invite the girl here ? “

Logan - yeah I thought it would be good showing her a side of me so she Has to trust me more”.

Kaneko - good thinking anyways I need you to look after my car while I take care of some matters”.

He leaves and it’s just me and Tess again i feel she is a little tense about what just happened with kaneko so I flirt a little to dismiss the tension we walk to other part of the sideshow. I see Tess eying The dance floor with awe and after a small talk I managed to convinced her to dance with me, I normally don’t dance in this place but I am not letting the opportunity to feel Tessa’s Body pressed against mine past.

We started dancing she looked tense at the beginning but she loses up after a while, at one point of the song we look at each other’s eyes I am completely dumbfounded by her beautiful eyes.

When she catch the beat she turned around so now her ass is press against my length, this is so fucking hot I feel my cock twitch, dammit I can’t get hard right now. What is happening to me?

I mean yeah , I have had girls dance on me like this before but doing it with Tess is different, is hotter , is better I don’t understand how but it is , fuck, looking at her moving her hips against mine is so hot and above all she’s wearing this little outfit that makes me want to rip it off.

Soon this song ends and another one starts she looks back at me ....damn she’s beautiful even when she is covered of sweat.

Tessa - I Think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one day. . .

No no no, this moment can’t end yet. I pulled her back to me and convince her to dance with me again, as I wrap a hand on her Waist the other one find her hand , this feels more intimate than the last one.

Tessa - where do you learn to dance like this?”

Logan - Around”

Tessa - girls?”

Is she jealous? Tess not even Hundreds of dances with any of them can come close to a single dance with you ,Tessa you actually make me feel something.

I keep those words to myself.

After a while in the song I spin her and pull her back to me, my self control left my body when I started to trail my hand down her soft hair but I didn’t stop there even If i wanted to I can’t, then I touch her pink cheeks, her throat , the middle of her chest. As I am doing that I realize how good it feels to have her like this , to be the only one to have her in their arms, to be the only one in her eyes, to be the only one touching her and soon she is asking me to kiss her, now been the only one she kiss.

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Picking Up The Pieces Sneak Peek

This is for the newest chapter:

   “Did you get the files?” Betty asked Thomas and I curiously as we took the last two remaining spots at the group’s makeshift table. Thomas merely replied with a grin, pulling the flash drive out of the pocket of his grey sweatshirt and placing it in her palm. “Wicked.” Not many people were aware of the greenhouse Midtown Tech had hidden on the outskirts of its property. To be honest, that group of people included several of the teachers. Faith had found it last year and cleaned it up from an overgrown dump to its current picture-perfect beauty. “MJ, catch.”

   “Yep,” the brunette said curtly, throwing up her hand and catching the tiny device without a single glance. She twirled it between her fingers before plugging it into her open computer, a smile growing on her face as the application self-started. “How did you even get this?”

   “She can manipulate and project thoughts,” Peter called out with a smirk, nudging me from behind as he stood up from his spot under a large potted plant. “Besides all the other cool stuff.”

   “I can second that; I saw her do it in DC,” Ned piped up from his place next to Faith. We were all spread out throughout the small building, working both individually and in groups to find anything that could help us find a single clue. The two were scouring everything online related from news articles on kidnapped teens to old tweets from when SHIELD was still under the radar. Peter was keeping up on the students’ gossip while ‘receiving intel’ from Spider-Man while Michelle scanned over any seemingly important information on the student files Thomas and I stole from the front desk. 

   As crucial as it was to keep myself on the UN’s good side, I couldn’t trust them. If Toomes’s had men working for Hawkes under his nose, I wouldn’t be surprised if American government officials were already in his grasp. Not to mention the fact that I wasn’t telling my father or Earl squat until I found a single clue. We had all formed our very own Scooby-Doo squad, but we all knew that our villain wasn’t just a man hiding under a white blanket pretending to be a ghost. This wasn’t make believe.

   It was life or death.

   “I still can’t believe Ned of all people knew before the rest of us,” Michelle commented, the sound of her fingers on the keys playing between her words. “He’s like… the worst at keeping secrets. The fact he managed to keep his crush on Stacy a secret was a mystery alone.”

   “Yeah, and I never got to tell her, thanks for reminding me.”

   “No, you will,” I insisted, giving the boy a smile. “Right after I rescue her from wherever her and the others are being kept.”

   “I think you mean after we rescue them,” Thomas corrected me. “You aren’t going anywhere solo. He hates you the most out of the four of us.”

   “True, but I’ve taken another dive in the memory box from SHIELD to relearn a few old tricks.” Thomas gave me a quick glare, making sure no one else saw it but me. It was strange how we both envied each other in a way. He remembered everything he went through and wanted so desperately to forget it all. I remembered nothing and was having to piece it all back together. Our whole argument started when he found me hooked up to the memory box with an old pair of Dad’s AI glasses on. I’d found a way to make it so I was re-experiencing the past. Granted, it hurt, but I knew there would be more pain if I let Hawkes get his way.

   The greenhouse door slammed open, and we all froze in our tracks. A girl I assumed to be a freshman was staring at us with a blank expression, scanning the room until her eyes landed on me. Her hair was tied up in a ratty black braid, and she didn’t look strong enough to stand up…. but somehow she did. “Um, are you lost?”

   “Give up,” she rasped, making her way right in front of me. It was like a fog had coated over her wide eyes. There were smudges of dirt around her hairline.“You’re going to lose.”

   “Is she okay?” Ned whispered loudly to Peter, who’s middle and ring fingers were already reaching for his web-shooters.

   “You’re going to lose,” the young girl repeated with a giggle, rocking back and forth on her feet. “You’re going to lose, you’re going to lose!” Her burst of energy died down, and she hunched a little. “Give up. You’re going to lose.”

   “It’s like a recording,” Faith murmured, coming closer in curiosity before pausing in horror. “Oh my God… she’s one of the taken.”

   “You’re going to lose.”

   “How can you be sure?” Betty asked her, sharing a perturbed look like the rest of us. “She could be another one of those kids who kept coming up to Bella for an autograph.”

   “And sound this insane?” Faith shook her head, crossing her arms across her chest in unease. “I saw her photo in a newspaper article two days ago, I’m sure of it…” she trailed off, watching the girl continue on her tangent. “Why won’t she stop?”

   “You’re going to lose, you’re going to lose! Give up.”

   “Yo, shut up? Please?” Michelle scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the girl, who didn’t even bother looking away from me. “Hello?”

   “Can she hear us?” Peter stepped in her direction slowly, giving me a wary glance. “Sorry, I don’t know your name, but we can help-” The girl screamed as Peter’s fingers brushed against her arm. We all reached to cover our ears, but she stopped the moment he lost contact with her skin. “Jesus!”

   “You’re going to lose. You’re going to lose. You’re going to lose. You’re going to lose.”

   “Someone has to have heard that,” Ned winced, rubbing the side of his head. “What do we… how… I’m so lost.”

   “Well, we can’t touch her. We know that thanks to Pete,” Thomas sighed in annoyance. “Galli? Anything from your little brain gift?”    “Now’s definitely not the time to make a comment on it, Bennet!”

   “Give up. You’re going to lose. You’re going to lose.” I tilted my head down harshly and reach out, placing my hand on her forehead. She didn’t scream again to my surprise, but began to chuckle darkly, causing a few yelps of terror or “Holy shit!” cries to echo in the room.

   “He’s going to kill you,” she rasped, her eyes starting to roll back into her head. “He’s going to kill everyone you love… everyone who helps you. Punishment is due.”

   “Tell Hawkes to come up with a new threat; I’ve heard that at least five times from several different people,” I hissed, trying to use my powers to release her from whatever held her in the trance. “I can save Amy. I can save all of them, including you!”

   “I had a feeling you would say that,” the girl giggled, taking a step back from me and giving me a wide grin. “I thought so. You’re wrong. Wanna see?”

   “No, don’t-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before the girl ran into the wall beside me with a loud bang. Her momentum sent her flying backwards, but she picked herself up and repeated the action. Faith screamed in terror as blood began to stain the green-tinted windows. 

   “You’re going to lose! You’re going to lose!” Thomas brushed past me and tried to stop her, but she was a girl on a mission and shoved him aside with inhuman strength. “You’re going to lose! You’re going to-” Her fourth hit was her last, and she fell to the floor in a crumpled heap… right at my feet. I could hear Betty crying and Ned’s short gasps for air as he tried to keep his lunch down.

   I felt sick to my stomach as I looked down at the girl. Her mouth was open while blood slowly dripped onto the floor, her teeth stained red. Her nose had been smashed inwards, covered partly by her left eye that had popped out of place. Blood caked her inner ear and seemed to already be hardening to the oxygen. I had never met this girl, yet she still suffered and died in my name. It was my fault.

   “W-what do we do?” Michelle stammered, the first one to speak after what we had all witnessed. I had never heard such fear in her voice before. “Guys?” No one dared to move or speak. “Bella?” I was frozen in place, stuck looking at the newly deceased girl while the scene of her dying replayed in my head. “Is… Isabel?”

   I took a shaky breath, closing my eyes. “We need to find Principal Morita. If word gets out that a student died on campus-”

   “Forget worrying about that, they’re probably going to shut the school down for who knows how long,” Peter cut me off. Thomas met me with a shared troubled glance. “I… I think we need to call Mr. Stark.”

[adrienaline-rushed-art]

Heart-to-Heart

This was meant as a request from a raffle for my last milestone, but I just want to thank @cartoonfanorwhatever for not only their patience but also supporting me on kofi simply out of kindness <333

So here’s a bodyswap one-shot for all to enjoy, although I totally get that it’s a bit confusing so it may not stay a one-shot. For now, maybe I’ll explain a little something in the A/N at the end. 

Rating: T

Genre: Comedy/Fluff/General

Chapters: 1/1 (maybe)

Ships: Left to interpretation. Alyanette, Alyadrien, Lovesquare, Alyadrienette... 

Summary:  Marinette discovers that the body she’s in does not belong to her, and perhaps neither does the heart.

ao3

Aside from knowing for a fact that her capris hadn’t been too tight a second ago, Marinette felt completely out of place upon regaining consciousness. From one point of view, she felt out of place in a good way, and in others in a terrible way. For one, there wasn’t a horrible tightness in her jaw, the burning of blood-shot eyes, stinging from pricks on her fingers, nor a sense of weak limbs. On the other hand, there was a sudden pain in her lower back, a weight on her chest, blurry vision, and her hair irritated the nape of her neck. Nothing felt as it usually did.

Bringing her hands out in front of her, she confirmed that these were not, in fact, her hands. She was in someone else's body. Marinette turned to the large display window behind her. Her reflection met her with the image of her best friend, Alya.

As she stared at herself - watching others collapse, switch, and revive from the corner of her eye - she was more puzzled by the fact that she was in the same spot she remembered being when she was hit.

“I guess-” Marinette cleared her throat, blinking at her new voice, “-this is the difference between swapping minds and swapping bodies…”

“Thank goodness, this way you can still stop the akuma.”

Marinette whipped her head around to look at her kwami. “Tikki! You’re still here!”

“Yeah, you still have your earrings after all,” Tikki smiled.

“Ok, let’s go!”

Marinette started to run but wobbled to a slow stop. “I-I’m not quite used to moving in this body yet.”

“Do you feel weak?”

“No, I feel pretty strong actually,” Marinette flexed her arms a bit, “but I feel like a teenage boy on a growth spurt, tripping over myself because I’m suddenly a different height and weight. And I can barely see.” She groaned, “Great. As if I wasn’t clumsy enough.”

Marinette shook her head and ran off despite herself.

           *             *             *

Alya went to move the pale hand from her face, “Marinette?”

She froze when she realized the hand she was reaching with also seemed to belong to Marinette. She didn’t know what was going on, she was sitting at her desk and apparently fainted. There were no reasons for Marinette to have been in her room as far as she could remember, but now she wondered if even she herself was in her room. Was she even awake? It felt like she was dreaming or in a coma, trying to move only to watch blurry figures move about her.

“What…?” Alya removed her glasses and stumbled around for a mirror, coming face to face with Marinette.

“Well,” she sighed, “this is new.”

Alya leaned forward and rubbed at the puffy skin under her eyes. Her whole body felt drowsy and weak, as though she hadn’t slept in days. God, what had Marinette been up to? She tried smacking her cheeks to wake herself up but stopped when she realized she should be gentle with Marinette.

At least she could check the akuma out and snap some photos.

Alya rushed to her door before stopping to stare at her closet. She grabbed a belt and tightened until her pants finally stayed on her hips and continued out the door.

           *             *             *

“My Lady?” Chat Noir looked Ladybug once over, “you’ve been hit, I see…”

Ladybug put her hands on her hips and smirked, “How are you so sure I’m the real thing, Kitty Cat?”

Chat bowed, “I’d always recognize you, Bugaboo,” He peered up at Ladybug, “besides, I know how the akuma works.”

“Really? How?”

“You switch bodies with whoever you consider to be your best friend,” Chat grinned, though a little sadly, “I’m hurt, My Lady, I thought I was your best friend.”

Ladybug smiled. “Of course you are, silly.” She walked up to Chat and touched his shoulder, “you can have more than one best friend you know. It’s not like ‘best’ is for a level of competition. You’re Ladybug’s best friend, Al- er- this… body is.. Ma- my civilian best friend! Don’t you have a different best friend when you aren’t Chat Noir?”

Chat Noir nodded, “I guess I do…” he puckered his lips in feigned deep thought, leaning sideways toward Ladybug, “but… if it were a competition-”

“No way, Chat,” Ladybug giggled, pressing her finger against his nose and pushing him back.  “That’s not how it works. Just know that I love you, ok?” Her voice quieted to a more serious tone, making Chat Noir blush, his playful exterior fading.

“Oh- um, thank you- I mean! I… I love you too!” he blurted, finally having the opportunity to speak the three words constantly playing in his mind. “I’m nothing without you.” His eyes widened, knowing he’d already said enough and if he wasn’t careful he’d continue rambling the self-deprecating nonsense that he knew Ladybug didn’t like to hear.

Ladybug reached up to hug him. “It’s not that you or either of us are nothing without the other. It’s that we’re everything together.” Chat Noir smiled and opened his mouth to respond, but Ladybug held her finger to his lips. “I’m gonna have to stop you, sorry Kitty. We still have an akuma on the loose and we’d better spring into action before we get caught with our pants down.”

The two of them stiffened in their embrace upon Ladybug’s statements. They quietly pulled away from each other as Ladybug clarified. “I mean… caught off guard, eheheheh.”

“...right…” Chat tried to laugh.

“Let’s just... go…”

           *             *             *

Ladybug groaned. Dodging all of the flying beach balls was getting tiresome and watching everyone switch bodies was confusing to say the least.

“Well, it doesn’t really do much harm to get hit. At least you kept your powers,” Chat Noir huffed as he ran alongside Ladybug.

“That’s easy for you to say, you haven’t been hit yet,” Ladybug jumped into a tumble as she dodged another ball.

“You seem to be handling it well.”

“I’m getting used to it, but if I switch again I can’t say the same will happen. I think now’s a good time to use my secret weapon,” she winked.

Chat looked toward the street. “Ok, do your thing, I’ll be right back.” He jumped down from the rooftop and ran up to the civilian amidst the chaos. “Marinette? Since when are you interested in recording the fights?”

Alya smirked. “I’ve got a blog to keep up. Who do you think Marinette would switch bodies with, Cat Boy?”

He blushed at the sight of Marinette’s apparent change of personality. “Oh right, Alya then? Live streaming for the Ladyblog?”

“At your service,” she winked.

“Well, hey Ladybloggers!” Chat waved at the phone, “sorry, but I think your reporter will be logging out. Because for about the millionth time,” he tilted his head at Alya, “I have to tell her it’s not safe here.”

“What do I have to lose? This akuma is harmless.” Alya countered, though she lowered her phone slightly.

“Relatively. But who knows who you’ll switch with-”

Alya gasped, stopping the livestream, “You’re right, I’m glad I never used the front camera…”

“-I mean, you and Ladybug are pretty close so if you two ever…” Chat Noir whirled around to squint at Ladybug, then back to ‘Marinette’ . “Wait a fucking minute.”

Alya sighed; realizing he’d put two-and-two together, she pocketed her phone. “I know imagine being the girl who took a bit to recognize her own body.”

“You- t-that’s your… oh, I’m not supposed to know this,” Chat winced.

“Neither of us are. Stop panicking and- look out!”

Chat Noir flinched as a beach ball bounced against his head. He blinked away a fuzz, stretching out a pair of smaller hands and reaching up to feel the ties that pulled his hair back into two pigtails.

Alya cried out in a painfully familiar voice. “Oh, Marinette, wait till you hear that Adrien thinks your his best friend! Is that a good or bad thing…”

Chat Noir and Alya turned to each other slowly. Chat saw his worst enemy, Adrien Agreste, staring back at him with a smartphone held out and reflecting Adrien’s face.

Alya noted that Chat Noir has in fact been hit, and displayed who she could only presume was Marinette’s body.

“Alya, I- there’s nothing I can really tell you…”

“There’s plenty you can tell me, over coffee tomorrow at 7am - HOLy shit i was right . And now you have to bribe me not to tell Marinette because this is huge… this…”

“Marinette has already figured it out, do not threaten the poor boy.”

Alya and Chat Noir looked to the side, Ladybug - still in Alya’s body - stood there staring back.

Chat Noir blinked, “I want to kiss someone but I don’t know who…”

“Uh…” Ladybug tried to focus, “I’m about to transform back…”

“Into Alya…”

“Right.”

“I’ll go take care of the akuma while you recharge.”

“Thank you.”

“I love you.” he blurted again, not sure why this time.

“You… have my face…”

“You have mine!”

“No, that’s Alya.”

“Oh, yeah… so did I just confess to Alya?”

“No, I did, that’s my body you have.”

“We all have a lot to talk about,” Alya decided.

They all nodded silently.

“After the akuma,” Ladybug finished.

“Yeah, after the akuma,” Chat Noir agreed.

A/N: Near the end, Chat Noir swaps with Alya because she had Marinette’s body - and Ladybug was the best friend he was meant to switch with. There is confusion of emotion and feelings both from being flustered in the situation/moment as well as the fact that there is a combination of past romantic feelings and ‘swapped’ romantic feelings. 

ex: Marinette and Alya swap, Alya has feelings for Adrien/Chat Noir. As for Marinette, rather than have feelings for herself, she’ll have a slight yearning for a relationship between herself and Alya. These aren’t strong and immediate feelings, more background noise that has them in a confusing mess toward the end of the fic. 

If I write a second chapter, I’ll still try and leave it vague enough so that there is no main ship, but clear enough that this explanation becomes unnecessary. Sorry it couldn’t be clear the first time around. Hopefully next time I won’t write late at night.

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Marked (Part 15)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: ~2830

Warnings: Some discussion of trauma-adjacent emotional processing, but nothing too intense. 

A/N: Apparently I’ve been writing this story for over a year now, which is sort of staggering. There are VERY few things I stick with for that long. Thank you for all the encouragement along the way; it really fucking helps. 

This picks up right where the last one left off. Refresh your memory HERE. 

Neither of us said anything for a long, heavy moment.  

What else was there to say, though?

I’d always loved the silences between us, the way we never really needed words. We said everything important through touch. This was different; this wasn’t Dean guiding me with a hand on my waist when I was blindfolded and laughing. This was an oppressive, coffinlike kind of quiet. I could almost feel the weight of the dirt above us, insulating us from the sounds of the outside world, and the silence pressed in on all sides like a physical thing.

We passed the bottle back and forth a few more times. I couldn’t meet his eyes, so I watched his hands, re-learning all the things I hadn’t really forgotten: short blunt nails, faint scars, thick calluses, so much strength.

It had always been impossible to look at Dean’s hands without imagining them on my skin. I’d hoped months away from him would rewire that particular flood of associations in my brain, but no such luck. His tongue chased a drop of whiskey at the corner of his mouth and I felt the soft hot swipe of it on my inner thigh. His fingers wrapped around the bottle and I felt the pressure cutting off my air supply, felt the throb of phantom bruises in my wrists.

My wrists… the way he’d shoved me against the wall that night, pinned my hands above my head, gripped carelessly, too tight when I twisted away, bones shifting in his grasp, look at you, fucking filthy.

I shuddered. The memory crawled cold up my spine and squirmed in my guts, mingling for a moment with images of all those times his touch had made my skin sing, staining them dark and twisted.

Suddenly I couldn’t imagine letting him put those hands on me.

We’d always communicated so well through touch, feel, primal electric current, whatever the hell it was. If I couldn’t bear the thought of his fingers, what was left of us?

Maybe it was time to give words a try.

-----

“If you want to leave, I understand,” he said eventually.

I considered it, for a moment. There was a knotted-up mess of adrenaline and conflicting emotions sitting on my chest like lead. I still had no idea what I wanted.

“Tell me,” I blurted out. “Tell me about… everything.”

He winced. “Are you sure you wanna hear? It’s not pretty.”

“I think you owe me that much,” I said softly. “At least… the stuff that’s happened since we met. The stuff you never told me.”

He took a deep breath, and set the bottle down, and began to talk.

The story came slowly at first. I had to ask for details, prod him to continue when he started to shrug or stumble over the words. He would say “That’s a long story,” or “I’ll explain some other time, it’s complicated,” and I would remind him that I wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t want him to leave anything out, not any more.

We passed the bottle back and forth as he talked, and it started to come easier, like he’d been waiting to tell the truth just as long as I’d been waiting to hear it. I could see the way his eyes went distant, at points, when he was seeing it all over again.

When he started to talk about Charlie and the Book of the Damned, there was so much pain written across his features that I could barely stand it; I almost told him to stop, told him I didn’t need to hear it, but the words were spilling out so fast, tumbling over each other in his haste to spit them out, and I wondered how long he’d been keeping this inside. Now that we’d lanced the thing, might as well drain every last drop of poison.

At one point, he put his head in his hands, taking a few heaving breaths before grabbing the whiskey bottle. I could see his knuckles going pale against the glass.

“I’ve done some bad things,” he said in a rush. “I understand if… if you want to just leave, after this, Sam can drive you home, I just -”

“I want to know, Dean. Everything.”

He nodded slowly and took another long drink. He closed his eyes before he continued, and he kept them closed, like he couldn’t face me.

I’d braced myself, but it still made my stomach roil, the truth of the things he’d done. I remembered dried blood under his nails and imagined it fresh, the way it must’ve looked dripping from his hands, and even though I wasn’t sure I could hear any more, I didn’t interrupt.

Dean paused, after that part. He opened his eyes like he was waking up, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. I met his gaze steadily and nodded, gesturing for him to keep going, and I saw his hands shake before he balled them into fists on the table.

We must’ve sat there for hours, but I lost track of time. I lost track of everything other than the two of us, the grey industrial light of the kitchen, and the rise and fall of Dean’s deep rough voice. There were already more questions nudging at the back of my mind, things like how the fuck did you meet the King of Hell to begin with or how long have you known about this shit, but I had a feeling those would have to wait.

There were other questions, too: how can I ever trust you again, how can I love someone I never really knew, why can’t I just walk away from you. I ignored those.

My limbs were stiff and the bottle was three-quarters gone by the time he trailed off and finally went silent again. We both blinked at each other like we were coming out of a trance.

“Well,” I said, stunned.

He cleared his throat, voice gone hoarse. “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

And it was, strangely. My head was spinning. I was drunk in a pleasantly heavy, warm way, and I just couldn’t find the energy to panic about us, our relationship, what I wanted, what it all meant, not when I had so many other things to think about.

The silence stretched again. This time, it felt a little lighter.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” I asked spontaneously.

A slow, cautious smile spread over his lips. “Yeah. I could use some air.”

“Bathroom first,” I amended, and my back cracked audibly as I stood up and stretched. “Holy fuck, I can’t remember the last time I sat still for that long.”

“Seriously, I gotta piss like a racehorse,” Dean grumbled. His back popped just as loud as mine had and I giggled.

It all felt so comfortable, for a moment, laughing with him, walking together toward the door. How was that even possible?

But he kept his distance. That was new. I was painfully aware of the space between our bodies.

He wasn’t in the hall when I emerged from the bathroom, so I looked around cautiously until I spotted an open door.

He had his back to me, rummaging in a dresser drawer; I could see a rainbow of plaid. I’d never really tried to imagine what Dean’s room would look like, but this made sense, with its combination of cozy and utilitarian. I scanned the walls, trying not to smile at the small collection of photos: teenage Dean in front of his beloved car, a blonde woman and a baby, and then (my heart thudded uncomfortably) a picture of me. I was leaning against the car window with sleepy eyes and a wide smile, wrapped in one of his shirts, the one he’d worn to Lawrence that day we walked in the woods. The image was small and grainy and I didn’t remember him taking it. He’d snuck it on his phone, then, while he was driving home, and he’d had it printed and framed and hung in his room.

Something inside me twisted and ached.

“Hey,” I said softly.

He spun around, looking oddly guilty, and held up the sweater he’d pulled from the drawer. It was one of mine.

“I had this,” he said, and he was definitely blushing.  “I found it in the Impala a while ago. I just… sorry. But I figured you’d want it, might be chilly, I don’t know.”

I wasn’t sure whether to smile or cry. He came closer, holding out the sweater like a peace offering.

“Thanks,” I whispered. I grabbed it from him as soon as I could reach it and then backed away quickly, out into the hallway. I tugged the sweater clumsily over my head, feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

After a quick stop in the kitchen to grab the rest of the whiskey, we headed outside. It was cool and clear. The big Kansas sky was glittering, full of bright stars, and the moon was almost full, casting sharp blue light over the trees. It was easier to breathe out here.

We didn’t walk far, just long enough to find a place to sit comfortably. There was space between us that neither of us tried to breach; we were just close enough to pass the bottle back and forth, always carefully, so that our fingers wouldn’t brush.

I looked up at the stars, considering.

Dean pointed: “Orion.”

“Big Dipper,” I said. “That’s all I know, sorry.”   

He smiled and we lapsed back into silence. I thought, out of nowhere: written in the stars. I could barely see one fucking constellation up there, let alone a message.

“Do you believe in fate? Or, like, destiny?” I asked.

Dean laughed. “No. Definitely not. You?”

“I don’t think so,” I said slowly, but sitting there with Dean, it was hard to say for sure. In that moment, I didn’t feel dwarfed by the stars. I didn’t feel insignificant. I felt like I was part of something, like we were part of something, stitches in a pattern that could only be completed when the two of us were side by side. It felt like we were part of something bigger than I’d ever be able to comprehend.

Either that, or it was chemicals and random electrical impulses, and I was just trying to rationalize the fact that I was here with him when logic said I should be running in the other direction.

Also, maybe I was a little bit drunk.

Fuck destiny.

“Tell me about your first kiss,” I said, and Dean’s lips quirked into a smile.

“Seriously? I just told you that monsters exist, and that’s what you want to know about?”

I shrugged sheepishly. “I think my head’ll explode if I hear about any more monsters tonight. I need a monster break. You can tell me more about the monsters next time.”

“Next time?” Dean asked. He looked stunned. I couldn’t believe I’d said it, either, but now that the words were out, they felt like the truth.

“I can’t… I can’t be with you, not like we were,” I said, firm, and his face fell. “I just can’t, not after everything, and I’m still processing everything you just told me and I have no idea how I feel about anything right now. But -” I hesitated, trying to find the right words: “- I can’t imagine not seeing you again. And, yeah, I have some more questions. Maybe we can… get coffee, or something. A drink. Sometime this week. Beyond that, I don’t know. I don’t know if I can be your friend, and I sure as hell can’t be more than that.”

I watched the muscle in his jaw clench, the way his shoulders slumped slightly, but he nodded.

“I don’t blame you,” he said quietly. “I - fuck, how could I blame you, I won’t ever forgive myself for what happened, I don’t expect you to forgive me.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

Dean knuckled at his eyes. I cleared my throat.

“Right,” he said. “Okay. First kiss. Let’s see.”

So we talked. We swapped stories, asking all the questions we’d always forgotten, somehow, to ask. I’d always been too busy touching him to care about the places he’d seen and the things he’d done.

It was strange not to be touching him. I felt the distance between us like an itch under my skin. Sometimes I got lost, following the cadence of his voice, watching the shape his lips made around certain words, and I almost reached out instinctively to get closer. Sometimes he shifted and I could smell him, and the flood of sensory memories was so overwhelming I could barely see straight. Sometimes, my mind would catch on a detail and send me spinning back into those memories, from that night, and I would have to close my eyes and will myself not to be sick.

Sometimes it felt like we were meeting all over again. It felt like getting to know him, like something new, and those moments felt good.

We talked until the stars began to fade and the first hints of pink showed in the sky. Dean’s voice was almost gone. I felt scrubbed-clean and hollow and about a thousand pounds lighter.

“I have to work tomorrow afternoon,” I said blearily, as we started to stumble back to the bunker. “I guess that’s today. I have to work today, fuck.”

“You shouldn’t drive like this.”

“Nope. Couch?”

“We have guest rooms. Plenty of space.”

He showed me to a guest room, oddly formal and stiff. When I looked around for the light switch, he stepped closer, moving into my space without warning, and I flinched, jerking away instinctively.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, looking at my shoes, as the lights flickered on.

“No, fuck, I’m sorry, I should’ve thought -” he said, and he sounded so stricken that it was hard to look at him. I felt oddly guilty even as my heart raced.

“Dean.”

He gave me a forced little smile. “If you need anything, I’m two doors down.”

“Dean. I just can’t,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said, hoarse, “I know, it’s okay.”

“Okay.”

He sighed and fidgeted, caught in the doorway, and finally looked me in the eyes.

“I can’t imagine my life without you,” he said fiercely. “I’ve been trying, and I can’t, so if you give me a chance, even just to be your friend… I know we can’t just forget what happened, but if you give me a chance, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.”

He paused, hesitating for a moment, and then turned to go, closing the door behind him. I didn’t try to stop him.

-----

Morning brought with it the unique disorientation of waking up somewhere new, along with a pounding headache. I shook it off and followed the smell of bacon down the hallway.

Sam and Dean were making breakfast. The movements seemed like a dance they’d rehearsed a thousand times: leaning in to grab a spatula, ducking out of the way, passing a plate to a waiting hand, slipping behind, stepping forward, totally aware of each other without having to look, sharing space as naturally as breathing. I watched wistfully for a moment before I walked in.

Sam beamed when he saw me, all dimples and bright eyes, the sort of smile I couldn’t help but return. He passed me a mug of coffee without comment, just as Dean slid an omelette onto a plate neatly and turned around to present it to me. We all settled down around the table together.

Dean was puffy-eyed and exhausted, clearly feeling the whiskey-soaked all-nighter as much as I was, but his lips curled up in a smile every so often, when he thought I wasn’t looking. Sam kept smirking down at his plate in an irritating, self-satisfied sort of way. We didn’t talk much, but I didn’t mind. It felt comfortable.

When we were done and it was time for me to go, Sam gave me a big, unexpected hug, and I didn’t mind that either.

“I really hope I see you again soon,” he said, quietly, so that Dean couldn’t hear. I didn’t know what to say, but the smile I gave him when I pulled away was genuine.

Dean walked me out to my car and opened the door for me, looking almost shy. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and I noticed his bare forearm, smooth golden skin where there used to be a warped, knotted mess of a mark.

“I get off work at four tomorrow afternoon,” I said, before I could think better of it.

He nodded. “I’ll pick you up. We’ll have coffee.”

I could see him in the rearview mirror as I drove away. He was smiling tentatively and watching me go, drenched in sunlight, familiar and new all at once.

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Chapter 1

Today was just like any other morning. I just gave the barista my order of cranberry juice, which was one of the only few things I could order in this café since I hated caffeine with a passion. I kept checking my watch literally every second while waiting for Jungkook to enter the door.

This was the usual time that he would come in here, and as of this moment, he was a couple of minutes late. I hope he would come. I could feel myself starting to panic, thinking of all the reasons he might not show up today. What if he decided not to go to work? Would that mean I wouldn't be getting a glimpse of him across the street the whole day?

When the barista finally gave me my order, I heard the glass door’s chimes open. I instantly looked up, my face ready with a hopeful smile.

There he was, looking even more handsome than he did the day before. This time he was wearing a plain white long-sleeved shirt, which made him look so hot. It was simple, yet appealing. Hell, the guy could wear a potato sack and he'd still look so damn attractive.

Say hi, Y/N. Just say hi, I told myself.

Before I could even step an inch closer to his table, a girl with straight, long blonde hair walked up to him and kissed his cheek.

My whole world stopped for a moment and I just froze there in the middle. A couple of seconds later, I realized I looked kind of stupid so I grabbed the newspaper nearest to me and tried to cover my face with it while sitting on the table across them. Why did she kiss is cheek? Were they dating?

It was hard to see everything while covering my face with a damn newspaper. Maybe I should cut small holes in this shitty thing.

I saw Jungkook touching her hand and smiling at her. Later on, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Wait, what? I squinted my eyes. They were still kissing.

No. This can’t be happening. Jungkook doesn’t have a girlfriend. He can’t have one. The last time I saw him this sweet and cozy with a girl was almost two years ago when I first moved here. I never ever knew of this girl’s existence until today. Did she just magically appear in his life? Can I magically make her disappear as well?

Oh god, I felt like throwing up. I stood up and left my drink untouched on the tables as I rushed out of the cafe. I looked back for a second...he didn’t even notice me because he was too busy with that girl.

I rushed straight to my car and drove to my apartment as fast as I could. I was supposed to go straight to work after, but right now I didn’t care. I felt like my world was just shattered right in front of my eyes and all I wanted to do right now was drown myself in a bucket of tears in my bed while eating everything in the fridge.

I go to my apartment in just five minutes and nearly broke down the door when I burst right through it, almost forgetting to unlock it first.

Right next to my bed, I had a full-length mirror - and that’s where I was standing in front of right now, wondering what the heck that bitch has that I didn’t . She was everything that I wasn’t. She was slim and beautiful. Her shiny blonde hair looked flawless, as much as I would hate to admit it.

Just by staring at her for a few minutes I already saw the perfection in her face and body - everything I didn't have.

I mean look at me. I was fucking short. I looked like dwarf in Cinderella. Well fine, I was a lot taller than them but that was a good comparison. I didn’t have blonde hair like her. In fact, I had the opposite. My hair was messy wave of highlight purple. Not to mention the roots of my natural black hair were starting to grow back.

Though I liked it that way, Jungkook probably didn’t. Maybe that’s why he never even dared to ask me out, because I was too different for him. He only liked slim whores who looked like they were willing to strip anytime and anywhere for him.

I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled out a large of treasure box. It was filled with two years worth of photos, and he just seemed to look better in every shot. There were a couple of pictures of him where he was just walking out of their studio, or where he was just sitting by himself on a bench while texting. The best ones were the ones where he was in his car because he just looked so hot whenever he drive.

Everyday before I would go to work, I would always look at some of the photos because they would make me happy. Right now though, they made me feel miserable. This perfect and gorgeous guy finally gave his heart to someone - and that someone wasn’t me.

I thought I was going to pig out and watch sad films all day, but instead, I just laid there on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

Most days it sucks to be me.

----

The sound of my phone ringing made me fall of my bed in surprise. Oh God, what time was it? When I looked at the screen, I saw I had only been asleep for an hour. It ridiculously felt like the next day already.

“Hello?” I groggily answered.

“Hi, Y/N!” Jin chirped on the other end of the line. “Are you coming in today?”

No. I don’t want to go to work. Not now. Maybe not tomorrow. Or maybe never. I’m just going to lock myself inside my goddamn apartment until I’m old and gray since no one would ever want to be with anyway.

“Uhh, I’m feeling a bit under the weather today.” I lied, faking a groan. “I’ll probably come in tomorrow.”

Or a week from now on.

“Oh, alright. Well that’s fine I guess.”

“I’m sorry. I hope you guys won’t need me too much.”

"It's fine, go rest. I know how to operate the equipment in case someone comes in for a shoot. I'm not a professional like you, of course, but I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you can nail it," I assured, before covering my mouth and letting out a yawn.

"Yeah, thanks. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow Y/N.”

"See you, Jin.” I mumbled, before throwing my phone on the bed.

I walked back to the mirror and straightened my shirt while using my other hand to comb my tangled hair. I looked too stressed out.

Fresh air - that's exactly what I needed. I grabbed car keys and headed out of the room.

It took only a few minutes to get to the park where I would always hang out at whenever I felt shitty - which was almost everyday. When I was about to step out of my car, I saw a familiar face just a few feet away from me.

I looked closer and saw that it was that slutty blonde girl...talking to no one else but Jungkook of course. Wow, what were the odds that I'd see them here again after I went out to get some fresh air because of them.

They didn't look like they were just talking. They looked like they were yelling at each other. The girl was flinging her hands wildly in the air while Jungkook seemed to be pushing it down. He had a furious look on his face, almost as if he wanted to hit her.

Go hit that bitch, baby. Hit her!

But of course, he didn't. Just minutes later, I saw him stomping back to his car, without her. I saw her marching away like some whore in her ten thousand inch stilettos while flicking him the finger.

I shifted my attention back to Jungkook, who just stepped on the gas pedal like as if he wanted to kill himself. He sped out of the sidewalk in just seconds, leaving me staring there with my mouth open.

Follow him, Y/N. Follow him.

Without hesitating, I started my car again and drove as fast as I could to keep up with him. Where was this guy going? It wasn't the route to his workplace, or apartment, which I would know, of course.

But I didn't care. I just continued to drive behind him.

I saw him make a quick left turn, so I followed. This was the way out of the city.

A few more minutes have passed, and here I was following his every turn. All of sudden, the rain started to pour really hard. I could feel my wheels gliding on the highway as I chased his car. I hope he didn’t notice I was following him.

After following a couple of his left turns, I realized we were the only cars in the road. I squinted my eyes and tried to look through my misty windshield. I could see him really speeding off in front of me. It was actually almost too fast that I was tempted to beep at him and make him stop.

Was he trying to kill himself??

Just as I was about to attempt to cut in front of him, his car suddenly lost its control and smashed right into the post.

What the fuck just happened here?

I left my car parked right in the middle of the road and ran towards his car, which had smoke already coming out of its engine.

I saw his head leaning on his steering wheel, with his eyes closed. My heart started to race. I had nofucking idea what to do. His door was locked, so I ran to the door of the passenger seat to check - and thank God, it was open. I crawled inside the car and pushed him off the wheel. There was a small cut on his forehead, but it didn’t look that deep. In fact, there wasn’t much blood, but he was definitely unconscious.

This was probably the closest I ever got to him, and as much as I wanted to stare longer, I knew I would be an idiot if I didn’t call an ambulance as soon as possible. So I dug my hands in my pockets, only to realize that I didn’t have my phone with me.

Damn it, I left it on my bed, of course. How stupid of me. I paused for a second before deciding to put my hand inside his front pocket to get his phone. Geez, these jeans are fucking tight.

When I finally had it in my hand, I immediately pressed the home button - only to find that his phone was dead.

Great. I was stuck here in the middle of a storm, with the love of my life. It was almost the perfect scenario to a great movie, except he was freaking knocked out.

So I did what I had to do. I gathered every single strength that I had in my body and pulled him out of the car. Fuck, he was quite heavy. I would always have daydreams of him carrying me, but I didn’t think I’d be the one carrying him first. I nearly fell on the ground trying to open my car door with one hand, and thankfully, I was able to open it and push him inside the backseat.

I took one last look at him before driving away. Holy shit! Here I am driving my car with the absolute man of my dreams lying unconscious at the backseat.

I think I need someone to pinch me.

---

I’m a selfish, obsessed moron. That’s what I am. It took me forever to decide whether to bring Jungkook straight to the hospital or to my apartment.

Of course I went for the latter.

I’ve been staring at him for the past hour, just watching him sleep on my bed. I never thought the day would come when I would actually see him sleeping on my very own bed. In my daydreams, I would be sleeping with him but then of course that’s a different story.

He was so beautiful. I could stare at him for days, maybe even for the rest of my life. I could just sit here and literally just watch him sleep. I wanted to wake him up, but then I was afraid that if I did, he’d just leave.

I started to feel hungry, so I brought my food in the room with me and ate it while watching him. I was so tempted to take a nap, but what if I woke up and he was gone?

When I was about to take a second bite of my pizza, I heard a loud knock on the door. Oh God, I barely knew anyone, so it could either be Jin or Hanna, two people I didn’t really want to see today.

I tiptoed outside my room and closed the door behind me. It took me forever to walk to the door, and the knock kept getting louder.

“Oh god, what do you-” I said, before seeing Jin’s impatient face in front of me.

“Great.” I muttered under my breath. “What is it?”

Jin stormed inside the room, looking like he was about to faint. “I can’t do it.”

“Do what?” I staggered. The thing with Jin is, he was probably the weirdest person I’ve ever known. I know I’m weird in my own way too, but he’s just really - different. Hanna thinks it’s cute and adorable, but I just think it’s plain peculiar, end of story.

He sank on the couch and gave me a pathetic grin. “I can’t propose to her without shitting bricks, Y/N.”

“Wait what?! Propose??? You’re proposing to Hanna???” I gasped softly, making sure I wouldn’t wake Jungkook. “What the actual fuck, Jin? You never told me about your plans of proposing!”

“I told you a million times.” He pointed out, giving me a weird stare.

“You did not.” I crossed my arms while raising my eyebrow.

“I did.” Jin rolled his eyes. “You were probably just too busy daydreaming or whatever it is you do when you completely snap out of reality.”

I slowly sat on the empty space next to him, still trying to process what he just told me. “So….you’re proposing to her today?”

“Tonight.” Jin nodded. I could see the beads of sweat forming in his forehead and neck. “But fuck, I just keep thinking of delaying it.”

“Why? She loves you and she will obviously say yes.” I whispered.

Jin gave me a puzzle look. “Why on earth are you whispering?”

Because Jungkook is lying unconscious in my bed and I wouldn’t want you to find out and possibly force me to bring him to the hospital or wake him up. Hah.

“U-uhmmm…” I started. “I’m just not feeling well, remember? My throat hurts, so I’m trying not to strain it.”

“Oh.” Jin blinked. “Okay, anyway, so yeah. What should I do?”

I paused for a moment, trying to think of decent answer to give him.

“You’re seriously proposing?” was all I could say.

“Yes I am, God! I need opinions.” Jin groaned, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes.

I sighed. “Okay, okay. Well, I’m not worried about what Hanna will say. I know he loves you more than anything and she will definitely say yes.”

“But?” Jin asked. “I know there’s but, so just get on with it.”

“But I just can’t imagine you getting married at this age.” I blatantly said.

“The fuck? Getting married at the age of Twenty-Six is perfectly normal, I believe.”

I got up the couch and put my hands on my hips. “Yes, but you don’t seem so mature yet. God, the other day you were having a conversation with a drunk, homeless man about ponies, and when we asked you to come back in, you stomped your fucking feet in front of everyone and-”

“Oh wow. Let us not name each other’s peculiarities okay, because I have a long list of things I can say about you.” Jin made a face, looking slightly offended.

“And that one time when you totally ruined my dress by putting food coloring in the washer instead of soap.” I went on, lifting a finger to make him shut up. “Like who the fuck mistakes something liquid for powder???”

"How does that make someone not ready for marriage? It was an accident," he snapped. "Let's not even begin with you and your silly obsession with Jeon Jungkook.”

My eyes almost popped out before I hissed at him. "Keep your voice down!"

"Huh?" Jin said, looking baffled. "I thought only you had to whisper because of your voice?"

Before I could answer, I heard the sound of a glass crashing from my bedroom.

Uh-oh. Someone's awake.

"What was that?" Jin asked, turning around to face my room.

"Nothing. You need to go," I said while pulling him towards the door.

"What was that, Y/N?” he repeated curiously.

"It's none of your damn business – "

Jin frowned at me and held my hand down. "Of course it's my business too, you're my sister-in-law. Who the fuck is in your room? Is there something you're hiding?"

"Exactly, Jin. You’re only my brother-in-law, not my dad.” I retorted. "Now go and propose to your girlfriend, I don't care anymore."

“Don’t change the topic, Y/N.” Jin smirked at me.

"It's a fucking cat, okay?" I lied. What the fuck did I just tell him? I did not plan that at all. "I found him on the streets and he looked really hungry and homeless and I just need to keep him calm and rested for a while before I let him go."

Of course I had to invent a goddamn story, holy hell. He better not look for the cat.

“I want to see the cat.” Jin said blankly. God, this boy. Someone shoot me.

“No. You’ll scare him away! You’re a giant!” I scoffed, pushing him out the door.

"Fine, whatever. Go and attend to that cat of yours."

"Thank you. Have a nice day," I beamed sarcastically, before closing the door in front of him and locking it.

I rushed back to the bedroom, slowly opening the door, only to find Jungkook standing by the end of the room, looking quite dumbfounded. Oh my god. Now I had no idea what to do.

"H-hi," I stammered. "Uh, are you okay?"

Jungkook looked at the broken glass on the floor before shaking his head. "I didn't mean to break it."

I swallowed hard. Okay, he wasn't wondering what the hell he was even doing here? Weird.

"That's okay," I nodded, trying my best to sound calm. "I'll clean it later. Are you feeling better? How's your head?"

He looked like he was about to pass out. He started to pace around the room while pulling his hair with his hands. His bandage was starting to come off, and I could still see a bit of dried blood on his forehead. God, did it bleed again or did I not do a good job cleaning it?

"Um, I'll clean your wound," I said, pointing towards his forehead.

"No, no, don't do anything," he placed both hands in front of him as if to tell me not to come closer. "I need to..."

"You need to what, Jungkook?” I asked softly.

“Jungkook?” he repeated, giving me a bedazzled look.

"Uh, yes?" I bit my lip. What the fuck was this boy saying? As confused as I was right now, I also felt like melting and screaming. This was probably the longest conversation we've ever had. I had to write down today's date.

He dropped on the floor, burying his face on his hands. "Who the fuck is Jungkook? Where am I?” he nearly yelled.

Oh...my...god.

No fucking way.

“You don’t remember anything?” I whispered, bending down to face him.

Jungkook shook his head. He was breathing heavily, like as if he was about to throw a tantrum, and I was starting to panic again.

What the fuck was I going to do? Think, Y/N, think. Of course, knowing myself, I had to think to my advantage. The love of my life was in my bedroom, and he doesn’t remember a single thing about his life. These were the kind of situations that I would secretly wish for.

“Who are you?” Jungkook finally said, looking up at me.

I felt the whole world stop right then and there. He didn’t know me. Holy shit, was that a good thing or a bad thing? Was this my chance to maybe act normal and cool like any other girl out there? Maybe he could finally like me this time? A million thoughts started to race in my thoughts, and I felt like the room was literally spinning around me.

He sighed and gritted his teeth. "Tell me who you are."

I took a deep breath before finally snapping out of my system.

"Um... I'm..."

"Tell me who you are," he repeated, sounding a lot more calm.

"I'm your wife, Jungkook," I blurted out. "We're married."

[writeouttaluck]

This is a quickie. Partially inspired by my childhood and teen years.

Both Elementary and Middle school had hammered home the idea that people are shitty and that they will fuck you up at any given chance in any way they think of. I started spending more time by myself and away from people. The only time I ever left was to hang out with friends and even that seemed to be falling apart for me. It was rough, really. Ive known my friends were shitty for a while, but its what i got. Everybody else is either too stupid or weird for me to fit into. Not to mention the assholes.

Everyone in my class was a fucking asshole and they could suck a fucking dick if they thought i was about to drop years of resentment and turn the other cheek.

Fuck that.

Ill stick with the criminals. At least they can be fun.

After my first day of 7th grade, I felt about 3 feet tall and twice as exhausted. I had an inkling that it was depression. I did some looking online and thats what matched how i feel. Tired, lack of motivation, easilly upset by everything. It felt like i was loosing my edge and i cant say im too happy about that.

At the same time, it seemed that as one fire was being put out, another was being discovered. Something felt wrong. I was still angry as ever but it was different. I was more angry at the world than i was angry at a particular thing.

I was slowly realizing that things just arent gonna get better and if they do, it wont be for a long, long time. I was pretty much destined to do nothing with my life considering i wasnt smart enough to carry myself education wise. Ive needed help with a lot of things for as long as I remember.

It felt unfair. I was supposed to be such a smart person, right? Yeah what a crock of shit. It seems that adults have been lying to me about far more than just santa claus and the tooth fairy.

And right now I really felt like knocking someones teeth out of their head.

Like the universe had read my fucking mind, I heard a few pebbles get tossed at my window.

I got out of my chair and peered behind me. Out the window stood Dylan. He cupped his hands and shouted.

“Lets fucking go!”

I nodded and slid the bandana up my face. I grabbed my leather vest and walked out of my room, making sure to close the door behind me as quietly as possible. My mom was passed out on the couch again with the dogs laying beside her. I stared for a moment, watching her breathe heavilly in her unconscious state before i decided it was safe to sneak away. I practically slithered to the door before taking one more look back.

Mom layed facing the tv and away from me. I knew the dogs were gonna go apeshit as soon as the door opened and so i prepared myself.

Then like ripping off a band aid, I swung the front door open and hopped outside, swinging it shut behind me. They started barking like crazy as I thought they would and so I stepped down the stairs on my porch real fast and ran around to my backyard where Dylan was waiting.

“What took you so long?” he said to me as I caught up with him.

I didnt answer, deciding that answering him was just a waste of time.

We walked through our backyard and through the tall grass of the house that lived behind us. It happened to be on the market for years now and didnt seem to be selling anytime soon. That made it a great place to break into and hang out. It was a regular thing at this point. Although since the yard was so open and surrounded by other houses, we kept the hanging in there to a minimum.

“Dude, this fucking kid has been talking some mad shit about me recently.” Dylan started in, “Hes been talking to my girlfriend and saying some really fucked up shit to her. Saying what he wants to do to her and all this shit and I swear if I get my fucking hands on him…”

He spoke with gnashed teeth and a vein fit to burst from his neck. He said all this while looking at his phone screen. I could only assume he was looking at this guys facebook profile.

All at once Dylan turned back to me and showed me the phone screen.

“This fucking faggot. Im gonna fucking kill him!”

I looked at the photo and quickly recognized his name. That was the guy my girlfriend cheated on me with. I could feel my blood draw to a boil as i stared at him. I balled my fists at my side white knuckle tight. Each digit made an audible popping sound as they rolled up.

“You know this kid?” Dylan asked me.

I looked away from the phone and to dylan and nodded my head.

He nodded back at me in understanding and we both had the same idea in mind.

“Lets find this motherfucker”

…

After some talking and walking and all kinds of looking, we figured the easiest way to get this fucker out of his safe space was to have Dylans girlfriend bait him into coming to a secure location. We decided that under the bridge in town was a pretty good place considering that not many people know how to get to the path down under. We headed there and waited for the little bastard.

After a while of sitting around, it was about 9:00. The sun had gone completely down at this point and it was dark. There wasnt any foot traffic above for nearly an hour until we heard a bicycle rattle its way over the wooden slats. I nodded at Dylan and he ran over to the bushes to go hide while I stayed in the the open. I leaned on one of the concrete beams and crossed my arms.

This was going to be interesting.

“Bella! Psst, Bella!” I heard him whispering as he walked down the little hill. He waded past some real tall grass and walked out onto the smooth surface before he noticed me standing there.

“Uh...hi?” He asked, looking at me.

I stared at him and waited.

I watched as Dylan stood from the grass behind him and bolted in the guys direction. Dylan decked him from behind in the back of the head and he stumbled foreward, falling on his hands.

That was my cue.

I walked over and pulled him up to standing level. He had his eyes squinted shut and teeth together. That punch definatly hurt.

Not taking time to hesitate, I held him infront of me with my hand around his mouth and holding his right arm behind his back.

“So, you think youre hot shit, huh?” Dylan said standing over him.

He drove a fist into the guys gut and I struggled to hold him as he doubled over in pain. I snapped him back into place as dylan got into his fighting stance. He stepped over and punched him across the face hard. It was the kind of hit that would leave a bruise the size of an apple. I felt the guy breathe heavier, and tears hit my hand that was still clamped over his mouth.

Dylan reared back again and swung, hitting him right in the teeth. The guys head rolled back a bit at the force of the hit. Im suprised that didnt knock him out.

Than dylan got a start and drove his foot square into his gut. The guy moaned in pain under my hand.

Then the guy did something balsy. He bit right down into my hand, hard. My instant reaction was to let go of his mouth and suddenly he pulled his arm away too. He tried making a dash for it but my anger had flared at the pain. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him back hard into the rocks and gravel at my feet. He flew into the rocks face first and tried getting back up. I grabbed his belt and tossed him again, swinging his face into the rocks once more. At this, I didnt wait to see if he was gonna get up again. As soon as his head was raised, I crouched to his level and put my hand on the back of his head, slamming his face into the sharp rocks again. He yelped a bit in pain so I flipped him over and clamped my left hand around his throat. I squeezed like I meant it and closed off his wind pipe. He looked up at me in pity as he choked. I picked him up off the ground a bit and slammed him back down. I brought my right up like a big ass flesh hammer and brought down hard on his face. I raised it again and smashed him in the face again.

Once I saw the color start to drain from his face, I let go of his throat. He coughed and gasped for breath he desperately needed. I saw something move quickly out of the corner of my eye and brought my arm up to sheild my face. Dylan pelted a handful of sharp rocks at the guys face before following it up with another hard punch. Once I knew dylan had this, I stood up and brushed myself off.

Dylan crouched to his level and looked him in the eyes. Than he did something that actually shocked me. He produced a knife from his pocket and flipped it open real fast in front of the kids face.

Holy shit, was he actually going to kill him?

Dylan brought the knife up and dragged the dull side of the blade down the guys face, who now was so terrifyed that he had full on tears streaming down.

Right as I imagined dylan jabbing the knife through his eye, He stopped just short and whispered real low.

“You come near my girl again or If I hear you talking shit about me around down, Im gonna come to your house and kill you and your whole familly. Do you fucking understand?”

The guy just looked at him in fear.

“DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!?!” He shouted in the guys face.

He quickly nodded out of fear.

Than Dylan clamped his hand on the guys face and shoved him back to the ground.

I got up as did dylan and we both started walking back to the top of the bridge. Once we got up there, we saw the guys bike parked next to the bench without a lock. So Dylan kicked the peg up and started walking it over the bridge.

At first I thought maybe Dylan was gonna steal this guys bike but that didnt seem like something he would do. Then we got to the mid point in the bridge and he stopped walking. I stopped too. He suddenly grabbed the bike by the middle and flung the whole damn thing over the edge like a big ass frisbee.

It dropped for a second before we heard it smash into the water below.

“That will teach that fucker…” Dylan said.

…