#again. I hate. and I want to punch the manager every time it happens

[riveroverthesky]

Just learnt there’s a TikTok trend going around where UK tourists deliberately don’t tip restaurants because they’re taking advantage of how UK cards can’t be charged twice.

Guys. I hate it just as much as you do, but if you’re not gonna follow the rules, then don’t come to visit. You don’t get to shit on tourists in your own country not following proper etiquette, but decide the rules don’t apply to you when you do it.

[flwrkid14]

Tim and Jason: Caught Between Healing and Fear

note: completely inspired by this amazing post! tysm to @timdrakewhump for letting me use it as inspo!! <33

Tim doesn’t flinch around Jason. Not exactly. It’s more of a stiffening, a tightening of his shoulders, a flicker in his eyes that he knows Jason catches. He hates it. Everyone else has moved on. Dick forgave. Bruce rebuilt. Even Damian, with all his sharp edges, has softened into something survivable. But Tim? He still expects a hit that doesn’t come, still hears the echo of fists in the dark.

And that? That’s on him, right? It has to be. Because if everyone else can move on, why can’t he?

They don’t talk about it. Not directly. The bats have always been good at side-stepping, at smoothing over the cracks with enough shared history to pretend the damage never happened. They act like everything’s fixed, like Jason is something fragile they have to keep close, hold together. They ignore the way Tim’s shoulders tense when Jason’s voice gets too loud, the way his hands shake when shadows fall just right. They brush off his excuses to leave the room or, worse, look at him like he’s the problem.

“Jason’s trying, Tim.” “He’s better now.” “Don’t hold onto the past.”

But Tim isn’t holding on. He’s bracing.

Every patrol with Jason is a test. Every sparring match, a gamble. Jason keeps it light—punches pulled, jabs softened with crooked smiles—but Tim knows what Jason’s hands are capable of. He remembers the brutality, the raw fury that doesn’t vanish just because it’s been filed down to something more manageable. He knows Jason’s trying. He knows Jason’s better. But there’s a thin line between better and safe, and Tim’s still learning how to balance on it.

When Jason starts spending more time at the manor, no one questions it. They welcome him with open arms, eager to fill the empty spaces his absence left. He’s part of the family, they say. He needs support, they insist. So Jason sits at the dinner table, helps out on patrol, lounges on the couch like he’s always belonged there. And Tim... Tim watches from the corner of the room, a shadow on the periphery, pretending he doesn’t notice the way everyone else orbits around Jason like he’s the sun.

They send Tim on solo missions now—so Jason can have space. They say it like it’s a good thing, like they’re doing Tim a favor. More responsibility, more autonomy. He should be grateful. And he is. Or he would be, if it didn’t feel like being exiled. The irony isn’t lost on him. They don’t want Jason to be alone, so Tim has to be.

The apartment is quieter than the manor, the kind of quiet that presses in too close. No hum of the Cave, no distant footsteps of someone always nearby. It’s fine. He’s used to it. He tells himself that every night, like a mantra. He likes the solitude. It’s familiar, comforting in a way that makes his chest ache. But sometimes, when the silence stretches too thin, he thinks about calling. Jason always picks up now. He’d probably offer to come over, bridge the gap that Tim never asked to be there.

But what would Tim say? Sorry I still see the blood on your knuckles? Sorry I can’t forget how it felt to be the replacement? Sorry you came back, and I thought it would fix things, but it didn’t?

He doesn’t call.

They’re terrified of losing Jason again. They hold him close, desperate, like he might slip through their fingers if they let go for even a second. Tim understands that. He really does. He remembers the hollow ache that filled the manor after Jason died, the way grief settled into the walls like a permanent stain. No one wants to go through that again. They’d do anything to keep Jason safe, to keep him here.

But no one asks what Tim gave up. What he’s still giving up.

Jason is here, but Tim feels like he’s the ghost.

Sometimes, when they’re all gathered together—Bruce at the head of the table, Dick and Steph cracking jokes, Duke helping himself to another slice of pie—Tim looks around and wonders if anyone would notice if he slipped away. Just stood up, walked out, and didn’t come back. Would they miss him? Or would they be too busy watching Jason, making sure he doesn’t disappear again?

He catches Jason watching him sometimes, eyes sharp and knowing. Jason’s not stupid. He sees the cracks. Tim wonders if he feels guilty, or if he’s just waiting for Tim to say something, to break the silence that’s grown too thick between them. But Tim won’t. He can’t. The words stick in his throat, heavy and bitter.

So he stays quiet. He goes on solo missions, patrols alone, comes back to an empty apartment that feels less like home every day. And he tells himself it’s enough.

Because it has to be.

[witchesverse]

someone loved me, someone fucking loved me.

pairing: rio vidal x reader

summary: you have lost the two most important people in your life: your wife and son. so, when death visits, you need to hurt her.

content: mentions of death, crying, magic fighting, punching in the face, angst without a happy ending, bleeding, heartbreak, mention of agatha harkness x reader.

You felt when she died. It was an uncomfortable, eerily feeling; you felt alone for the first time in centuries.

You ignored the feeling. You didn't want to believe she was dead. You couldn't believe she was dead. Agatha Harkness doesn't just die.

You felt her presence before you saw her. It was a gloomy, depressing feeling; you felt desperate for the first time in centuries.

"You can't ignore me, you know," She spoke softly.

You shuddered at the sound of her voice. You hadn't heard it since he died and never wanted to hear it again. Alas, you knew you would. That stupid promise Agatha made Rio promise meant you would.

"Go away, Rio."

Her hand brushed against your arm and you flinched, pulling away from her.

"How?"

The world seemed to pause at your question. The chirping from the birds and the rustling of the trees seemingly vanished.

Rio stuttered an incoherent sentence before taking in a deep breath. "It had to be one of them, okay?"

"What?"

"The kiss of death."

A blast of magic slammed into Rio's chest and sent her flying into the wall. Tears were glistering in your eyes as you stalked towards her, magic surrounding your fingers.

You couldn't kill Death, but you sure as hell could hurt her.

"I fucking hate you." Your voice broke with emotion as you screamed at her.

Another blast of magic hit Rio when she tried to stand, forcing her back to the ground.

"You are an evil, horrible monster and I wish I never met you." You snarled. "You have caused only pain and chaos for my family. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

Rio didn't reply and that only angered you.

You lifted her body and threw her out a window. The glass smashed, piercing her skin. Her body landed in the field of flowers surrounding your house.

Rio was on her feet once you got to her. She was bleeding in multiple places and her own magic surrounded her fingers.

"You don't want to do this," Rio said. "You know who will win."

"I don't need to win." You summoned another ball of magic and aimed it at her, which she dodged.

Your magic wasn't enough to hurt her. You needed to feel her blood on your skin.

You tackled her to the ground and straddled her stomach. You landed a few punches to her face before she managed to grab your wrists and stop you.

"I didn't want it to be her."

You fought in her hold. "Bullshit."

"And I didn't want it to be Nicky, either."

"Don't." You felt your heart breaking into a million pieces at the sound of his name.

The day Death took Nicholas was one of the worst. You cried and begged for her to bring him back—for your boy to come back. Agatha didn't beg, but she cried. You remember holding her in your arms, promising that it would be okay whilst Death stood over you, watching the heartbreak that she caused to happen.

"I never wanted to hurt you." She whispered. "None of you. I wanted you both to be happy."

"I hate you."

Uncontrollable tears fell down your cheeks and you gasped for air in between sobs. Rio brushed away a few tears with her thumb, smiling sadly.

That action broke you.

You wrapped your arms around Rio's neck and buried your face in the crook. She slipped her hands under your shirt and rubbed comforting circles.

"I hate you so much."

Rio hummed. She knew you did.

"She promised me that she would come home. She said that nothing bad would happen to her, but you k-killed her."

Your voice broke again. You couldn't believe those words were leaving your mouth.

"I know, baby."

You cried until you couldn't cry any longer and she held you in her arms the entire time. She kissed your face every time you expressed your hatred for her and she let you make her body bleed with your fingernails and teeth.

She wasn't going to leave. Not this time. She promised that once Agatha died, she would stay with you until your end. Even if you fought her, screamed, and hurt her. She would never leave.

And no matter how big your hatred for her was, her love for you was always 10x bigger.

[rafesbabygirlx]

You’re All I Have

Masterlist

JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: you are JJs best friend who’s not John B or Pope and he always comes to you when something happens.

A/N: loosely based of the scene of Luke and JJ in the show

Word count: 567

Warnings: parental abuse, gun, kissing, angst, fluff at the end of

JJ bursts through the door of your small shack, the wood rattling as he steps in. You’re just a mile down the road from him and it seems trouble had found him again. You’re sitting on the couch with a textbook in your lap, trying to make use of a rare day off, but the sudden commotion jerks your attention his way. You can’t see his face clearly; his head is down, and his whole frame is shaking. He paces, muttering something under his breath.

You set your book aside and jump up, reaching out. “JJ? What’s going on?” He swats your hands away, but you know he means no harm—just caught in the whirlwind of whatever just happened. You reach out again, dodging his attempts to push you back, and finally manage to hold his face in your hands. “Talk to me, J. Please.”

He raises his head, and your heart drops at the sight. His face is bloodied and bruised. “Damn it, again?” You pull him to the couch, guiding him down gently. Without another word, you rush to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. Back at his side, you open it up and start tending to his injuries, every movement practiced, almost automatic now.

“We were arguing—same as usual,” he mumbles, voice thick with frustration. “But this time, it was my fault. I threw the first punch, knowing he’d just take me down. It’s always my fault.”

“J, don’t say that,” you whisper, dabbing a cut on his cheek. “You don’t deserve this.” Your fingers gesture lightly over his bruised face, reminding him of his worth.

He begins to cry, the tears spilling over as he speaks through them. “When he went outside, I saw my chance. I shoved him down the stairs, hard, and when he fell, I… I held it to his head. I wanted to so bad, you have no idea.”

Your heart stops as you watch him reach into his back pocket, pulling out a gun. He grips it tightly, his other hand pressing against his forehead in anguish.

“I couldn’t do it. I should have—I should’ve killed him,” he chokes out. You’re frozen in shock but manage to reach out slowly, taking the gun from his hand and setting it firmly on the coffee table. Then you go back to work, focusing on him, the pain written on his face and in his voice.

“JJ, your life would be better without that man,” you say, refusing to even speak the man’s name. “But I know you. You did the right thing. Because no matter how much you hate him, you’d hate yourself even more if you did something like that. You are not a killer.”

You finish cleaning him up, cupping his cheeks in your hands. “You’re broken, sure. But you’re better than him, better than all this. You may not believe it, but I do. You’re kind, you’re selfless, and you’re the strongest person I know.”

He looks up, his eyes glassy. “You really think that?”

“I do.” His hands come up to cover yours as he leans in, and his lips meet yours softly, lingering. It’s not rushed or intense—just a tender, reassuring moment. He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against yours, a small, hopeful smile on his face.

“Maybe I can believe in myself a little if you do.”

[kkoga]

Hey, can i request a daniela avanzini x fem!reader where your the popular couple in school nd you get in a fight with someone who was flirting with daniela and after she takes care of you

(A/N : Sorry if it sucks a little, its very rushed and its currently 9 am and i finished hikijg about two hours ago and i wrote this at 1 am even tho i had to be up by like 3 or 4 to go hiking...)

FIGHTS AND THE AFTERMATH daniela avanzini x fem!reader

Warning ! Foul words, physical violence

Disclaimer ! Everything written here is pure fiction. Every person is not a real portayal of themselves.

Now playing ! ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz

WC — 1.03K

Synopsis ! After your long-time rival, Mark, decides to ignore your inital warnings about hitting on your girlfriend, you finally decide you've had enough.

You clicked your tongue at the sight of Mark approaching Daniela. Sophia—your friend—confused by the sudden change in mood, followed your gaze. After seeing Mark slowly make his way to your girl, the Filipina sighed in defeat. She knew you weren't gonna let this one slide.

You and Mark have been rivals for the past four years— you two were competitive with everything you both shared.

You and him were the captain of your basketball teams— him being the captain of the boys team and you being the captain of the girls team.

Although you initially didn't hold anything against the boy, he always seemed to have it out for you, which resulted in the dynamic you both had now.

Everything was a competition. The amount of medals under your teams, the total shots you both made the entire season, popularity— everything.

You were fine with it—it was just fun little banter to you—until he started hitting on your girl.

Daniela Avanzini, the captain of the cheerleading team, a member of the school's modern dance team, the golden girl.

She was every boy and girl's dream girlfriend. She was everything anyone could possibly want.

Or at least she was everything you could possibly want.

It all started four months ago, when you and Daniela had gone public. The two of you had been dating for the past year, and finally had the courage to reveal your relationship.

At first, people were skeptical. Just because you were both popular doesn't mean homophobia just disappears. But eventually, it does. And once the homophobic nonsense settled down, you two became the golden couple of GEFFEN high.

Every student knew you two—that you were together—and you loved it.

Someone, however, hated it just as much as you loved it.

Mark, who thought he was finally winning in the “little game” you two were playing, got trampled because you had managed to score Daniela.

The boy took the game more personally than you thought he did, which was why you were shocked to one day find him leaning over your girlfriend's locker, talking to her with a huge smug smile on his face. Daniela, however, had an uninterested look in her eyes.

The first few times it happened, you were only annoyed. After all, you trusted and knew Daniela would never cheat on you. So, you let it go.

But today was the last time you were going to take this disrespect. You already warned him last time— that if he ever tried again, he'd wish he was being sent to the nurse instead of the hospital.

Before Mark even got a word in, you rushed towards him and pushed him away from Daniela.

“Listen man, I told you to stay the fuck away from my girl. What did you not understand?” Mark scoffs, and counters—or at least tries to.

“Oh please, it's not like she actually wants you. Just wait and see. She'll fall for me the moment she just gives me a chanc—” His rambling was stopped by a punch to the jaw. The sheer force of your punch knocked the boy backwards—and before Mark could even hold his jaw to feel it out—another one made its way to his cheek, causing him to fall on his butt.

You crouched down, grabbed his collar, and threw another punch—to the nose this time—and the boy responds by grabbing your collar and throwing you off of him.

You take a second to process the damage he did, but even that was enough for Mark to land a punch. The boy hit you in the cheek, narrowly missing your nose since you managed to dodge it— even by just a little.

The entire fight lasted ten seconds before Daniela pulled you away from him, another student holding Mark back.

A teacher then rushes to the scene, and tells everyone to back off, before sending you to the nurse and sending Mark to the hospital because you apparently had “Broken his nose”.

Daniela sighs before caressing your hand as the nurse grabs an ice pack.

“Alright, I've already gotten you both your passes, you won't be attending the next class.”

“Wait, me too?” Daniela looks at the nurse in confusion, and the nurse lets out a dry laugh.

“Yes, you too young lady. You were involved in the drama after all— you'll be needed at the principal's office after I deem Miss Basketball captain here ready.” Daniela nods as the nurse hands her the ice pack.

“Apply it for as long as you can. I'll be right back.”

The door clicks, indicating the nurse has already left the room. Silence fills the room until you muster up the courage to speak.

“Listen Dani, I'm so sorry to have involved you in—”

“No no cariño, it's okay. Don't sweat it. I understand why you did it okay?” You wince as Daniela presses the ice pack onto your cheek.

“Really?”

“Really. I just…” Daniela says as she tucks a strand of hair behind your hair.

“I just wish you handled it in a better way.”

You leaned forward and kissed Daniela on the forehead.

“I'm sorry. I… I didn't really mean to you know, hurt him. But with how he was treating you like some leverage to win our little banter? I just couldn’t stand it. You know I'm not the jealous type.” Daniela looks at you in disbelief before speaking.

“What? I could not give less of a fuck about that guy. I'm talking about you getting hurt Mi Vida. I don't ever want to see you in this state again, you hear me?”

You nod, which has Daniela smiling in satisfaction before leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You raise your right hand as you say the words, “Okay. I, Yn Ln, solemnly swear to never get in a fight in front of you ever again.

Daniela giggles as your tactics, and lowers the ice pack. Your girlfriend leans in—cupping your face—and kisses you on the lips.

You both pull away after a few seconds—out of breath—and say the words you would never get tired of saying.

“I love you, Dani.”

“Love you too babe. Always will.”

[powderpinkprincess]

Out of Everyone I. [Lando Norris & twin sister!reader]

description: Being twins was easier when you were twelve. You both know this, because now you are ‘dating’ Lando’s friend, whom he absolutely hates for you. warnings: Lando’s friends mentioned in this are all made-up. If he has any friends irl who are called the same, that’s a coincidence.

It was rare that your family got to be together in the past few years.

Life had its funny, strange ways, because your muppet little brother became a superstar.

Despite Lando spending most of his life karting and racing, it all happened so fast. Within the blink of an eye, he became a Formula 1 driver, and millions were swooning over him. Over Lando. Your twin brother. Like what the hell.

You haven’t seen Lando in months. Your job had also absorbed you; you just didn’t get paid for it as much as Lando did. The Norris family always valued sports, and all of you were talented in your field, which in your case was running. Besides being a personal trainer now, you were getting ready for the third marathon of your life. Lando always thought you were crazy.

Now he was back again, and not only for a day or two, but for a whole week. And that was where things were going to get interesting because you had a secret he didn’t know about.

You were dating one of his friends.

You weren’t even sure how it started exactly. You weren’t sure why you were invited to that house party in the first place, with Lando’s friends when he couldn’t even make it, but you went there anyway. It was a celebration of Joey, a basketball player whose team had just recently blown up. He returned from the US after winning several trophies.

The main problem in your eyes wasn’t even that he was three years younger than you. It was that he asked you not to tell Lando anything about you seeing each other. It was hard because Lando and you never really kept secrets from each other. Joey was begging you, promising everything he could. He told you that Lando was his friend; it was he who wanted to tell Lando about your relationship, otherwise it would be too awkward. However, three months had passed, and Joey never told you that he had finally talked to Lando. After a while, you were just afraid to ask about it because Joey seemingly took it to the heart.

Seeing Lando after such a long time was nice. Almost like arriving home. There was no point in your lives where you existed without each other, literally. You were born only five minutes before him.

Of course, Lando was Lando, though. He just couldn’t stop getting on your nerves. He was in the family house since not even half an hour, and he already managed to piss you off. It was just a very simple act: he stole the bottle cap of your juice while he was sitting next to you at the dining table, and he enjoyed every minute of acting as if it wasn’t in his hand.

 “Give it back,” you frowned, and then you leaned closer to him, lowering your voice to make sure your mom couldn’t hear it. “One day I will smack you so hard.”

He raised his eyebrows with a cocky grin. “Try me.”

That was it. You glanced towards the kitchen, making sure your mom wasn’t looking. She wasn’t, so you made a fist and punched Lando in the arm with force. He quickly caught your wrist, so you looked him in the eye and smirked. Then you yelled out. “Ow, Lando, that hurts!”

Cisca’s eyes snapped toward the two of you immediately. “Lando! What have you done again?!”

He immediately withdrew his hand. “She hit me first!” he tried to defend himself, but it was almost pointless. When you were small, it was mostly he picking fights and making you cry, so your parents always assumed he started everything.

Your mom let out a tired sigh. “I really thought you two would’ve grown out of this by the time you hit twenty-four.”

 “Well, Y/N should have, since she’s the older one,” Lando said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes on your mom now instead of you.

 “By five minutes,” Cisca replied with a frown.

 “Exactly. So technically, she’s supposed to be the more mature one,” Lando nodded, flashing you a smug grin.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Please. I’m way more mature than you.”

 “Then why are you attacking me?” Lando shot back, his gaze locking with yours. He was loving this. It was way too easy to get under your skin.

 “Attacking? I’ll chase you around the house if you want to see an actual attack. You know I’m faster.”

 “Maybe,” Lando shrugged. “But I’m definitely stronger than you.”

 “And a hundred times more annoying. I seriously can’t believe you ever had a girlfriend,” you muttered. The idea of someone willingly making out with your brother made your stomach turn. His last relationship was a nightmare for you to witness.

 “At least I’ve had a relationship that lasted longer than two months,” he said, squinting at you.

You flinched. He had a point. None of your flings ever stuck - until now.

 “Well, I have one that has!” The words tumbled out before you could stop them. And just like that, you knew you messed up. You cursed yourself as his eyes widened in surprise.

 “You’re dating someone?” he leaned in, narrowing his eyes at you. He’d never admit it, but despite being a guy, he was just as nosy as any gossip-loving girl. The fact that you kept things from him drove him insane.

You didn’t answer, suddenly unsure what to say. You weren’t even supposed to say anything in the first place. You’d promised. On the other hand, you were surprised that three months passed, and apparently, Joey still kept it a secret that you were seeing each other. He hasn’t said a word about you. No hint. No mention. Nothing. You felt a bit hurt.

 “Seriously, Y/N. You can’t leave me hanging like that. When did you get a boyfriend, and how come I didn’t know about it?” Lando pushed, staring you down.

 “He didn’t tell you?” you asked cautiously, hoping maybe there was a misunderstanding. Maybe Joey had said something, and Lando just hadn’t pieced it together yet. But his expression didn’t change - still confused.

Lando paused, staring at you like he was calculating something. “Am I gonna be mad?” he asked finally.

 “Mad? Why would you be mad?” you frowned.

 “I don’t know. I just assumed it was someone from my social circle, and those are some dickheads.”

 “And you think I’d date a dickhead?”

 “You have before,” he pointed out bluntly. You had no comeback for that, so he pressed on. “Okay, I know you like messing with me, but come on. Just tell me who it is.”

Your stomach twisted, and you pulled your mouth. This was not going well.

 “If he hasn’t told you himself, he probably doesn’t want it out yet,” you said carefully.

 “So, you’re saying the guy you’re dating asked you to keep it a secret?” Lando’s voice lifted a little, obviously not thrilled.

You gave a helpless shrug.

 “Well, he’s a coward,” Lando scoffed, folding his arms.

 “He’s still your friend, though,” you blurted again before you could stop yourself. Your heart jumped into your throat. Lando’s eyes widened, and so did yours. You didn’t mean to be so obvious. You just wanted to defend Joey, even though the secrecy had started to sting. It didn’t feel good to hear Lando calling him names.

 “Wait,” Lando said slowly, his posture shifting. “You’re dating one of my friends?”

You nodded weakly. You noticed that he tried to keep a straight face, but you could see in his eyes how betrayed he suddenly felt in that moment. You swallowed thickly. This had never happened before between the two of you. You didn’t want to hurt him.

 “When did it start?” he asked, his voice low.

 “Are you mad?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

 “Just- Tell me when.”

 “Three months ago. When you were in Baku.”

 “Three months-” Lando cut off. “Three months, and neither of you said anything?”

The guilt hit you like a truck. They���d even seen each other a few times since Baku. Not a word from Joey. You felt so bad for Lando. You honestly didn’t think Joey would drag this out for so long.

Lando was quiet for a long moment before speaking again. “Which one of my friends is it?”

 “I promised I wouldn’t tell you until he was ready. I really thought he might’ve mentioned something by now.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. You felt horrible.

 “He didn’t,” Lando replied flatly. “Or I wouldn’t be asking you.”

 “I’m sorry.”

He exhaled, hard. “Are you in love with this guy?”

 “Well-” you hesitated, lowering your voice so your parents wouldn’t hear it. “Technically, we’re just- Friends with benefits, I guess. At least until he’s ready to go public.”

You saw the disgust form on Lando’s face instantly. “You’re screwing around with one of my friends?!”

 “Shh!” you hissed, shooting a look toward the kitchen where your parents were drinking coffee, not knowing a thing about your situation.

 “Who is it?” he asked again, more forcefully this time. He was clearly getting worked up.

 “I told you, I’m not saying anything until he tells you himself,” you repeated, shaking your head.

 “He should’ve told me by now,” Lando muttered, voice heavy with frustration. “He could’ve at least given me a hint. I don’t get what he’s trying to hide from me for so long.”

 "Probably that he’s screwing your twin sister without wanting anything serious," you muttered, eyes locked on your hands resting on the table. It was painfully clear to you by now. If he wanted more, he would’ve made a move, any move. He’d had plenty of chances.

 "He doesn’t want anything serious with you?" Lando echoed, his brows pulling together.

 "I’m not sure," you said quietly, shaking your head. Apparently, he didn’t, but it hurt to even think about it, let alone say it out loud.

 "But you want something serious with him?" he asked.

You looked away. “It’s fine like this.”

 "But if he asked for a serious relationship, you’d say yes?" Lando pushed.

You nodded reluctantly. As much as you hated admitting it, you liked Joey. Way more than you should for something that was supposed to be casual.

 "Then it’s not fine like this," Lando decided.

 "It is! I’m a grown woman, I know what I’m doing," you shot back defensively, trying to sound stronger than you felt. You didn’t want him to see how badly this was hurting you.

 "No, it’s not! My friend is messing with your feelings," he argued.

"He’s not- He just has a lot on his plate right now," you mumbled, desperate for him to stop pushing. You just wanted to run upstairs to your childhood bedroom and cry into your pillow.

 "Okay, I’m gonna try and guess the guy," Lando said suddenly.

 "No," you said quickly, eyes going wide.

 "Let’s rule out the ones who are in a relationship," he muttered to himself.

 “Lando, don’t,” you hissed, but he wasn’t listening.

 "That rules out most of them. I’m down to, like, four suspects- If I count the not-so-close ones too."

His remaining single friends were Steve, Joey, Alex, and Matt. Steve was a personal trainer, so he had similar interests to you, yet he was probably too decent to sneak around like this behind Lando’s back. Joey had just kicked off his sports career and was constantly traveling for competitions- And he was three years younger than you, so Lando couldn’t even imagine you ever had the chance to talk. Then again, Joey would totally be down for this friends-with-benefits thing. Alex would’ve told the whole group if he was seeing someone because he’d been trying to find someone for so long, and Matt? He couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it. If it were either of them, Lando would’ve heard something by now.

 “Lando, please,” you whispered, but he was already piecing it together.

 "I’m thinking- Who has ‘a lot on his plate’ right now?" he said slowly.

Your stomach dropped. You’d given it away. Lando’s eyes widened in realization, too.

 “No way,” he breathed.

Your face flushed.

Lando ran a hand through his hair, looking somewhere between horrified and furious. “Are you insane? Does he treat you at least somewhat decently?” He knew what Joey was like, and his stomach shrank at the thought of imagining you with him.

 “Who?” you tried weakly, hoping maybe, just maybe, he was wrong.

 “Joey,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You looked down in shame. You didn’t need to say anything. Your silence said it all. Lando just stared at you, stunned.

 “Joey? Seriously? Out of everyone, you chose him? He’s 21, Y/N. He doesn’t even know who he is, let alone what he wants. Of course, he’s not going to commit to anything!” His voice rose with each word, and your glare did nothing to stop him. “And you know what’s even better? That little bastard kept it from me for three months!”

 “Lando, quiet,” you pleaded, glancing toward the kitchen again. Your parents were still in there. No one else could find this out, especially not them.

 “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re so going to regret this.”

find part two here

[rafeandonlyrafe]

my safety and my honor

inspired by this post "so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honor what else was I supposed to do"

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“what is it?” rafe asks, hands cupping your face as you hyperventilate. “y/n, what is it?”

“my boyfriend owes barry, and now he’s threatening me.” you manage to explain, the words coming out in a fast tumble. you knew when barry confronted you outside your home that morning, there was one person to go to, and it wasn’t your boyfriend who got you into this mess, but rafe.

“shit.” rafe groans, running his hand through his hair. “what is he doing getting messed up with barry? he’s a bad dude, and now you’re involved.” “maybe i can pay him, i-i don’t know. he didn’t say how much he owes but i-” “fuck that.” rafe says. “i know how addicts are. you can’t pay for your boyfriend because then he’ll never learn, never face any consequences.”

“what else am i supposed to do?” you ask, throwing your hands up as you begin to pace, not able to keep your hands from shaking. barry fucking terrified you, and while you want your boyfriend jonathan to make better decisions in the future, you also don’t want anything to happen to you because of his dumb decisions.

“break up with his ass, first of all.” rafe says. it’s not the first time he’s advised you to break up. rafe has been your best friend since you were in kindergarten and he stopped one of the boys from bullying you and tugging on your pigtails.

“rafe-” you begin, knowing that’s not a serious solution.

“and i’ll talk to barry.” rafe cuts you off. he’s not sure how much talking will actually be done, but he needs to make sure that barry won’t ever come close to you again. he needs to know that you are off limits in every way. no threats, no intimidation, no flirting either while he’s at it.

“thank you, thank you, thank you.” you say, throwing your arms around rafes shoulders, burying your head into his neck. “if you just convince him to give jonathan a little more time, he can pay him back.” “i’ll see what i can do about that.” rafe wraps his arms around your waist, holding you against him. “either way, i will make sure barry doesn’t come after you again.”

--

“oh my god!” you jump up from your spot on the couch, having sat nervously for the past hour biting on your fingernails and waiting for rafe to return from barrys.

“i’m fine.” rafe says, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. “it’s not my blood… for the most part.”

“let me clean you up, come on.” you rush towards the bathroom, rafe following closely behind you. he shuts the toilet lid and takes a seat, groaning slightly as he does, sure that his ribs are bruised from the few punches barry was able to deliver back to him.

you turn on the warm water before getting a towel to clean him up. you dab at rafes face, his blue eyes looking back into yours as you clean away the blood, noticing his jaw is starting to bruise slightly.

“i didn’t think this is what you meant when you said you were going to talk to barry.” you say, sinking to your knees, thankful for that bathmat providing some cushion on the tile floor as you move rafes hands to resting on his knees so you can clean his arms and hands.

“i had to let him know to stay away from you, baby.” rafe says, making you blush at the nickname, but he doesn’t see as he squeezes his eyes shut when you wipe the damp cloth over his knuckles.

“if i knew you were going to hurt yourself, i never would have let you go.” you say with a sigh, hating that rafe was injured because of you. you stand and return to the sink, rinsing the towel clear of blood and rewetting it before returning to your knees.

“i would do anything for you, y/n.” rafe whispers as you work on cleaning his wrists of the droplets of now dried blood.

“stop it.” you sniffle, trying to hold back tears. you toss the towel into the hamper when you’re all finished, standing up and not letting your mind stop you as you slide onto rafes lap, pressing your lips against his. he doesn’t even hesitate for a second before kissing back, his hands coming to your waist and pulling you tight against him, pressing your chests together.

you moan into the kiss, reaching down to stroke rafe through his thick jeans. you know you shouldn’t be doing this, you have a boyfriend after all, but you have to do something to show rafe your appreciation for defending your safety.

you slide to your knees, retaking your spot between his legs. you frown at his bruised knuckles, pressing the gentlest kisses you possibly can to the red, split flesh. you rub your hands over his thighs as you do so, moving higher and higher as you go.

“y/n, stop-” rafe gasps when your hand ghosts over his crotch. “you don’t have to.”

“i want to.” you tell him, fluttering your eyes up to look at his face, his devastatingly beautiful face, the bruise only growing.

“fuck-” rafe curses when you rub your hand harder, unable to keep himself from hardening in his pants. he’s wanted you like this for so long, but he wanted you to be wholly his when he finally gets you on your knees, not you doing it to thank him for something your boyfriend should have done.

rafe stands up suddenly, making you fall backwards onto your bum. “just-just if we are going to do this.” rafe reaches down, grabbing you by your waist and picking you up with ease, carrying you out of the bathroom. it might not be rafes ideal situation, but he’s at least going to make sure whatever happens next doesn’t happen in the bathroom.

he carries you to his room before sitting down on the bed, letting you slide down onto the floor again, taking the same spot as before on your knees, clear what your intentions are when your hands begin to rub over his length again.

you work on unbuttoning his pants, then unzipping as well, tugging open the two flaps to reveal his underwear. you lean forward, pressing your lips to the part of his length only concealed by one layer of fabric instead of two.

you lean backwards, looking up at rafe expectantly, who like always knows what you want without you having to ask for it as he lifts his hips, letting you tug his jeans down. you frown when you realize they will get caught on his shoes, untying his laces and taking them off as well before pulling them the rest of the way away.

rafe spreads his legs when you retake your spot, his cock now clearly straining against his underwear, hard and waiting impatiently for you.

you lean forward, moving directly to where the head of his cock is, opening your mouth and sinking your lips around it, wetting the fabric as your tongue works on rubbing against him.

“that-” rafe gasps when you manage to suck him through his underwear, creating a delicious amount of pressure. “that feels so good.”

you smile slightly as you pull back. you’ve never got this reaction because of jonathan before. he praised you when you got him off, but it never made you feel the giddy way that rafe certainly does. a guilty part of you acknowledges that it may be because you know that you’re cheating at this very moment.

you sit back and quickly tug his underwear down, not even waiting for rafe to lift his hips as you use force to get them down, flinging them across the room without care, your eyes already staring hungrily at rafes cock, now standing up straight and free from constraints.

you glance up briefly at rafe, giving him a chance to stop you, even though you really don’t want him to as you lean forward, sinking your lips down over his cock, immediately starting to bob your head as you get used to his impressive length. not only is he longer than your boyfriend, he’s a bit thicker as well, making your cheeks stretch even more.

you use your tongue to rub against his shaft as you move, and judging by the way rafe is moaning incessantly, he really likes the way it feels.

you place your hands on his thighs and take a deep breath through your nose before pushing down, attempting to take him all the way to the back of your throat. you gag slightly, but continue until your nose is against his skin. rafe presses a hand to the back of your head, keeping you trapped there as your throat constricts around him.

the urge to cough is finally too great as you pull off with a wheezing breath. you don’t give yourself a big break as you immediately press kisses to the head of his cock, now covered in your spit as your hand grips the base of his dick, jerking gently to still provide as much stimulation as you can.

“thank you.” you mumble against rafes length, dropping your lips to kiss and lick along the shaft too. “thank you.” you whisper again, mouth moving lower as your hand strokes over his whole length, your mouth ghosting over his balls before sucking one into your mouth.

rafe curses, his hands fisting in the bedsheets. you move to the other side, sucking for a moment as well before moving up his length again.

you wrap your lips around his head, giving it a hearty suck before beginning to bob your head again, keeping your hand wrapped around his base, but your lips press against your fingers every time, taking as much as you can.

“i can’t last much longer.” rafe warns, his voice raspy.

you just give a little hum of acknowledgement, sucking with purpose now as you use every trick that you can against him, even flicking your tongue against the head of his cock every time you pull up.

rafe lets out a loud groan, and then you feel him swelling in your mouth, knowing his release is impending as you suckle on his head, long ropes on cum spurting into your mouth. your hand strokes over his length as he works through his high. you hold his cum in your mouth until he’s finished, tongue swishing over the liquid, memorizing the taste before swallowing it down. 

you pull away with a shaky breath, looking up to rafe. “thank you.” you say again, standing up and pressing a closed mouth kiss against his lips, not letting yourself fall back into his arms.

you stand up, tears in your eyes, knowing you need to go talk to jonathan, to help him get his shit sorted with barry and then leave him for putting you in danger. you turn towards the door, glancing back only when you hear rafe flop backwards onto the bed, covering his face with his hands.

you leave him there, knowing you'll be back soon enough.

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angst prompt #22: "I can't lose you again." +

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hansol didn’t think he’d ever have this moment again.

you, standing in front of him, looking at him like you were waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to say something that mattered.

it had been months. months since that fight, months since the slammed door, months since the version of him that loved you was tucked away in a part of him he didn’t think he could reach again. except he did reach it. every time he saw something funny. every time he heard a song you’d love. every time someone said your name.

and now you were here, and he was scrambling, piecing together fragments of himself that shattered the day he lost you.

“you look... good,” he managed, voice breaking on the second word.

your lips curled into a faint smile. “so do you.”

but you didn’t. not really. not to him.

you looked tired, as if you’d carried something heavy all the way to him, and hansol wondered if he was the weight you’d been dragging behind you all this time.

“what are you doing here?” he asked softly, hands shoved deep into his pockets to keep them from shaking.

you hesitated. he knew you hated confrontation, and part of him wanted to tell you it was okay, that you didn’t owe him anything. but the other part—the bigger part—couldn’t stand to see you turn away again.

“i don’t know,” you said finally, voice as fragile as glass. “i just… i guess i needed to see you.”

he couldn’t breathe.

“why?”

you laughed, but it wasn’t the laugh he missed. this one was bitter, almost sad.

“i guess i was hoping you could tell me,” you admitted. the words falling out of mouth like an apology.

hansol took a step closer, his hands twitching at his sides. he didn’t dare touch you, not yet, not when it felt like you might disappear if he blinked too hard.

and hansol realized something then—he didn’t care why. all he cared about was that you were here.

“i thought about you,” he confessed, the words spilling out before he could stop them.

your eyes met his, wide and unsure, and hansol pressed on, desperate to fill the silence between you.

“every day,” he said, his voice cracking under the weight of it all. “even when i tried not to. i thought about you.”

you didn’t say anything, and hansol felt the panic rising in his chest.

“you’re still the first person i think of when i hear good news,” he admitted, his hands curling into fists. “every time something happens, i want to tell you. and then i remember i can’t. not anymore,”

your breath hitched, and hansol felt like he was unraveling, the words pouring out faster than he could catch them.

“i can’t lose you again,” he said, the desperation thick in his voice. “not after this. not after—”

“hansol.”

your voice was soft but firm, and it stopped him in his tracks.

you stepped closer, your eyes searching his face for something he didn’t know if he could give you.

“why?” you asked, echoing his earlier question.

“because you’re here,” he said, and it was the only answer he had. “because i never stopped wanting to fix this. fix us. but i didn’t know how. i didn’t know if you wanted me to.”

you didn’t say anything right away, and hansol’s heart felt like it was seconds away from shattering.

“do you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you looked down, your fingers twitching like you were debating something, and when you looked back up, there was something in your eyes that hansol hadn’t seen in months.

“i don’t know,” you said honestly, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

but then your lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, and hansol felt the slightest flicker of hope.

“maybe,” you said, and hansol realized that maybe was enough. maybe meant there was a chance.

“can we try?” he asked, his voice trembling.

you didn’t answer, not with words. but when your fingers brushed against his, hesitant and unsure, hansol felt the air return to his lungs.

he didn’t know what would happen next. he didn’t know if this was the start of something new or the beginning of another heartbreak.

but when your hand slipped into his, he decided it didn’t matter.

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*~Mafia AU~* pt.1

A/N: I know I said I was gonna focus on the Manhwa AU, but this story has been burning a hole in my frontal lobe for actual weeks. So you're getting this first! This is actually a bit of a collab project with @cardsweetheart. She's been consumed the second I mentioned the AU and has been making Pinterest moodboards and playlists are on the way too! If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this story, just let me know in the notes or by dm. Enjoy! Pairings: Alluded Crowley/Crewel (They're already divorced) WordCount: 2.1K Warnings: Aggravated Assault, Gun Mention, Breaking and Entering Next

Being a waitress wasn't the best job Yuu thought she could get. It was also far from the idle life her parents would have expected for her. But, the tips from the snobbishly upscale bistro helped her pay for her college courses, which was all Yuu needed them to do. So as she dragged herself up the flight of her apartment stairs, heeled foot aching and sore, she couldn't say she hated her job.

Yuu could barely find fault with her life as a whole. Of course, there were minor issues, as all existence brings. Her parents were divorced; the bitter, petty competition to see who she loved more continuing far past her elementary school days and well into her foothold on adulthood. Though both were wealthy, neither had the idea of making her a college fund. Each of them trying to get her to agree to some type of indentured servitude with parental flair. But, the city she lived in was bustling, a stream of diverse people flowing in and out as frequently as breathing. It was also filled with crime, so much crime. Like a comical amount of mafia crime. A fact so glaring that both of her dads sent money every month.

One part to bribe her into favoring them over the other, but it was mostly to give her the incentive to move to a better part of the city. Her apartment complex was old but holding strong, minor renovations over the years keeping it up to code without sacrificing its old charm. Yuu could proudly state her unit had all of its original windows still intact, she just couldn't open them more than two inches.

And while her dads would love if she lived in a new development; one with shiny appliances, maybe a community pool, and actual security measures. But, Yuu knew her complex was the safest place to live. It was nice, comfortable enough that anyone could live in its walls. But old enough that no one really wanted to deal with it. New generation mobsters always too cautious to try to stake a claim on the building, never knowing if there was someone dangerous already waiting. Peace from the mobsters meant peace for the residents, no one wanted police in such a placid ecosystem. So, no matter what time of night she managed to climb the flight of stairs, she knew that her building was a safe zone.

Or she would have if she wasn't punched across the face the second she walked into her apartment.

Yuu hit the ceramic tiles of her kitchen hard, the contents of her purse spilling out. The warmth of blood trailed down her nose and over her lip, almost burning against her fear-stricken, clammy skin. In the dark, she crawled to hide behind her small island, panic spiking at the feeling of a large hand just barely missing her ankle. As she pressed her back into open shelving as though it would hide her, Yuu listened to the intruders speak to each other in the dark.

“-didn't you shoot? She's like…I think she's hiding now.”

A second voice spoke out, the sound of something metal being fumbled in his hands, “Shut it, she's home way earlier than intel said she'd be. Plus, didn't you listen? We're supposed to have a conversation before punishment is given.”

The first man stutters lightly, “S-still, why weren't you ready?”

“Oh, like I'm gonna be around you with a loaded gun again.” The sound of metal stops, the cold click of a pistol loaded filling the silence, “Go grab her, boss only gave us one bullet. Since what happened last time.”

The first voice grumbles, walking closer and stepping on the items of her purse with no remorse. Yuu reached blindly into the shelving space, the sound of her pots and pans clanging together before she grabbed onto the handle of her small soup pot. She swings blindly, the sound of the lid flying off into the darkness as she heard the meaty ‘THUNK’ of the saucepan hitting the intruder’s knee.

“FUCK!” He falls back, the clattering of her countertop items being jostled loudly in the space. A dish falls to the ground, shattering, “My fucking knee!”

He was on her before Yuu could crawl the short distance to her bedroom door. His body heavy as a hand gripped her ponytail to painfully yank her head back. She swings again, the saucepan just barely making a second hit. She wiggles and squirms under him. Turning around under the man's straddle to fully swing at where she thought his head was. Another ‘THUNK’, the almost comedic sound over shadowed by the man slamming face first into her fridge right beside them. Magnets falling in the dark, clattering noisily on the tile.

“Juice, are you losing over there?”

“She's got a —THUNK —FUCK. She's got a pan!” He punches down, fist catching against her cheek in a brutal move that filled her mouth with a coppery taste.

“Ugh. Yeah, yeah. I'm coming to help —THUNK— SHIT!” He went down hard, the saucepan hitting him directly on his knee as Yuu started to swing the pot around wildly.

Yuu could barely get from underneath the first man, fingers fumbling wildly against the grain of their bedroom door looking for the handle.

A hand grips her ponytail again, catching more of the hair against her scalp then the free strands, pulling harshly to throw her down back to the kitchen floor.

“Fucking bitch. To hell with talking-”

Yuu braced herself, curling up and moving the pan to shield whatever vital areas it could. Instead of the deafening sound of a gun firing close range, the click of the lights blinds them.

Silence rings out in the room, Yuu slowly blinking her eyes open against the light to look around.

Standing above her was a redhead, red eyes wide as he pointed a shiny black pistol at them. He was in all black, tasteful button-up, pressed slacks, and leather gloves with a bright red heart pin clipped to his collar. He stepped back, raising his hands as though Yuu was the one with the gun, “Shit…” his gaze turned to someone behind them.

Turning around at the sound of footsteps, Yuu saw the first man and could only grimace. He was dressed the same as the redhead, a blue spade pin on his collar instead. His hair was messy, turquoise eyes edged with runny black smudges of eyeliner, one eye swelling shut and both sides of his face bruising horribly.

The spade man looked away from them, shaking his head at his partner, “This isn't Mandy.”

“No? You fucking think?” The redhead growled out in annoyance. He groaned, his free hand running down his face and smearing his eyeliner. He stepped forward, a hand reaching out to her. 

“Don't!” Yuu pulled her arms back, ready to swing the saucepan on the redhead if he came closer. 

He raised his arms again, voice shaky as he eyed the pot with distrust, “O-Ok. Enough pot swinging, my other knee won't make it…”

“Um, miss?”

Yuu whirled around, almost falling seeing the second man had stepped closer, “I will fucking-”

“Sorry.” He pulled away, hands held in front of him, both to show he was weaponless and to shield himself should she attack again. He bows his head, eyebrows pulled in remorse as he spoke, “We…we have the wrong room. We're so sorry for the rudeness we've shown you.”

Fuck. Fuck, no, please-

The redhead had stepped closer, barely containing his eye roll as he knelt beside her. His expression perfectly sliding into apologetic, “Our most sincere remorse, Dear Miss. And we've been so rough with you.” He tilts his head, his free hand reaching over to grasp her chin lightly, “A pity, as you were so pretty-”

“Ace.”

Ace glared so hard at the second man Yuu was afraid he was going to use the gun still clutched tightly in his hand. Whatever silent conversation they had made the unnamed man stand up, wordlessly walking toward her blood-spattered fridge. Ace turned back to her, a pleasant smile on his face as he semi-forcibly held her hand. He gently kissed the air over her skin, never breaking eye contact.

“On behalf of the Heartslabyul family, we offer our sincerest apologies.”

Fuck…

Ace stood, bringing her up with him. Her steps were wobbly as he led her into her own bedroom, a gentle hand burning and heavy on the small of her back. He never let the gun go, even when he guided her to sit on the edge of her bed. With his smile still set to ‘pleasant’, Ace knelt before her, like he was an adult trying to calm an overreacting child.

“Now…we've gotten off on the wrong foot, and I will take responsibility for that. But, we are looking for a young lady around your age. Would you happen to know a Mandy, Dear Miss?”

“...” Yuu could feel her hands shaking, gripping tightly to the pot handle with both hands. It was her only means of protection and attack, her nervous gaze glancing down at the still very loaded gun in Ace’s hands.

He takes notice, rolling his eyes subtly, but places the gun down. He waves his hands to show he had nothing, “May we please have a conversation now? We would like to find Mandy before the night is up.”

At her continued silence, Ace could only chuckle, “Very tight lipped, that's a good quality to have. But you must understand. We can't have liars associating with our family. Mandy's information told us she lived in this unit. But that's not true, is it? It'd do no good to have falsehoods about ourselves…”

Movement at the doorway brings Yuu's attention to the second man, half standing in the open space and giving her a stern glare. The silent warning of what could happen if she kept denying them info.

“...” Yuu sighed, looking away from Ace and the other man's eyes. Her words soft and stilted, “Mandy lives in the building still. I don't know what floor, though; we don't talk, I just got her mail for a month. Your…your info might be old. She used to live in this unit. But she moved into a newer one around last Spring?”

The info seemed to make the second man angrier than ease whatever distaste he held. Ace himself had gained an annoyed expression before he clicked back into the air of customer service.

“Thank you so much for this information, Dear Miss.”

Yuu jumps back, the second man stepping into the room and right up to her legs. Though she tried to crawl backwards on her bed, Ace grips her arm and pulls her back to the edge. She closes her eyes, braced for another punch or whatever they had planned to knock her unconscious. Instead, she felt the soft and worn texture of her kitchen tea towel, warm water delicately dabbing at her bloody nose.

Spade actually looked remorseful, doing his best to be as gentle as possible while Ace held her still. His eyes briefly met hers before looking away, his expression turning even more pitiful, “Our most sincere apologies,  Dear Miss…”

Once the blood on Yuu’s face was gone, the two men finally pulled away. Ace stood at the doorway, customer service smile still on his face, while Spade sheepishly handed over her purse with another muttered apology. 

Ace tilts his head and waves, “Goodbye, Dear Miss. Though, I don't think I have to tell you…this whole mess should stay between us three? We've all been a little roughed up tonight, but there's no need to get the police involved, right?”

Yeah, because she'd be the dumbass to think the police would help her with one of the city's most legally protected mafia families. Obviously.

Yuu shakes her head, “I understand. Just…lock the door on your way out…”

Ace laughs while Spade nods his head, eyes firm in their dedication of her task. Ace nods, leaning down and picking up the gun. He moves quick, seeing Yuu tense the moment she realizes what he's grabbing, placing it in the holster at his side.

“Will do, Dear Miss. Have a good night.”

And with the same amount of surprise they appeared, they were gone. The click of her metal door locked and closed doing little to ease her mind. Her hands start to shake, the pot slowly slipping between her fingers and hitting the carpet below. As the adrenaline fully faded, Yuu could feel her body start to crumble, the pain and taste of blood still vibrantly present on her tongue. As she fell back on her bed, breathing forcibly slowed, she did her best to calm herself.

Only to bolt up, flinging herself off of her duvet and hard onto the carpet. Scrambling out to the small living room, her thoughts raced.

‘Where's Grim?’

[p0orbaby]

Hidden in Plain Sight

summary: a secret relationship? who’d have thunk it? not your teammates

warnings: suggestive themes

a/n: i started this months ago, i hate it, enjoy

word count: 2.4k

-

Alessia is a good girl.

You’re not.

Alessia wouldn’t hurt a fly.

You’d punch someone in the face if provoked.

On paper it never should have worked. You with your hot head and her with her kindness and smiles. It was a contrast of temperaments that, to most observers, would have appeared incompatible. And it was. To a degree.

“The coast is clear” you assess. “You go first and I’ll hang back so it doesn’t look like we’ve left together”

The two of you have honed the art of sneaking around. Having mastered the delicate balance of staying close without arousing any unwanted attention. It has become an integral part of your daily routine.

Bringing your head back into the storage cupboard you had meticulously scouted, you find Alessia pulling her t-shirt over her head. In turn hiding the blooming bruises on her collar bones you had gifted her only minutes ago.

She looks in your direction, your silhouette barely discernible in the dim light of the weak bulb. Nevertheless, even in this low light, she can sense your intense gaze sweeping over her body. It makes her skin tingle even now.

“Remember not to be too loud when you get back,” she cautions, her voice hushed, laden with the weight of your secrets.

You let out a soft chuckle and nod. “You worry too much,” you tease. “I know the drill”

“But last time-“

You cut her off with a tender kiss, your lips silencing her. And when she hums against you, you can’t help but smirk. “Last time was a mistake. It won’t happen again, I promise” you whisper between kisses. Your hands gently squeeze her waist reassuringly as you hold her close.

Last time was, unfortunate. And in hindsight, staying back to ‘catch up’ in the showers after training was a terrible idea. Especially when it was glaringly obvious that the two of you were both conspicuously absent from lunch. You had managed to explain it away, albeit with raised eyebrows, knowing looks, and indiscreet whispers behind your backs.

The showers had served as a potent warning, a moment of realisation that you couldn't afford to be as reckless as before. This had prompted your shift in tactics, opting for more clandestine meetings in storage cupboards and carefully timed returns to your respective rooms.

"See you tomorrow in training," she whispers, and you can't resist pulling her in for another lingering kiss before she gracefully slips out of the shadows and makes her way back to her room.

-

“And where have you been?”

A pointed question was asked from across the room as soon as the door clicked shut. You groan internally and roll your eyes in the dark before answering.

“Just getting food” you lie. “I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d go and get something to eat”

Before you knew it, the room was instantly flooded with a harsh, unrelenting white light. It forced you to squint your eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden, glaring beacon that illuminated every nook and cranny of the space.

“Do you mind?” You ask, your hand coming up to shield your eyes.

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that right?”

“I’d love to know what you’re talking about, Greenwood. But I don’t”

Alex was clearly not going to let this go. And if the look on her face told you anything, it was that she was having a very hard time believing you.

You sighed, trying to maintain your composure and stick to the cover story. “I was just feeling restless, so I decided to grab a snack. Promise.” You said, a little harsher than intended. The tension and prying getting to you.

She didn’t buy it for a second, her eyes narrowing. “At,” she looks at the time on her phone, “half past midnight? Couldn’t you have just had the snacks I know you keep in your bag?”

Your heart raced as you struggled to come up with an excuse. “Well, I didn’t want to wake you up with my rummaging around. Thought I’d be considerate”

She still didn’t seem convinced. “Considerate? You’ve never been this considerate before”

You snort at her brutal honesty and shrug. “I just thought it’d be a good idea tonight, you know, change things up a bit”

Alex kept her eyes firmly on you, making you squirm under her penetrating gaze. “So, nothing else?”

“Like what?” You ask knowing full well what she was alluding to. Your heart skipped a beat, and you forced a chuckle to mask your anxiety. “You watch too many spy movies. It was just food, no biggie”

She finally leaned back, seemingly satisfied with your explanation. “Alright, alright, just hurry up and get to sleep will you? We have to be up soon”

You let out a silent breath of relief, grateful that she had finally let it go. “We have to be up in seven hours, you mean?”

“Whatever. I’m cranky if I don’t get my self allocated eight”

-

Downtime was always hard.

You didn’t want to spend too much time together and make things more obvious than they needed to be. So you chose to distance yourselves when you could. Sitting at different tables when you ate. Splitting up into different groups when you were on rest.

However, this time you had chosen the wrong group to settle down with.

“Russo came back late last night, you know?”

The group of girls all went silent at Tooney’s gossip.

The mention of Alessia’s late return sent a wave of discomfort through you. Your eyes fell on each person, trying to gauge their reactions. You couldn’t afford any slip-ups or suspicious behavior. Ella had unknowingly opened a door to your world of secrets, so you needed to handle this situation delicately.

Millie leaned in closer, eager to hear more. “Late, huh? Wonder what she was up to,” she commented.

You quickly tried to change the topic, “People have their own reasons for being up late sometimes. It’s not that exciting, surely”

Rach, however, wasn’t ready to drop it “like what?” she asked, her curiosity piqued as she nudged Esme and smirked.

Your heart raced, and you glanced at the girl in question. Eating her breakfast a few tables away and none the wiser to how she was the center of this conversation. You cringed at the position you were in. You couldn’t reveal anything without risking your own secret. “I don’t know,” you replied, feigning your indifference with a practiced grimace. “Maybe she was just out for a walk or something”

“In the middle of the night?” Ella chimed in again.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the secret becoming almost unbearable. You needed to change the subject quickly and divert the conversation away from yours and Alessia’s late-night activities. “You know,” you said between bites of food, “I’ve been thinking about suggesting a movie night for all of us sometime. Morgan over here hasn’t even seen The Devil Wears Prada”

You use your fork to point at her, earning a chuckle from the group. The idea of a movie night seemed to be well-received, and they started discussing their favorite films and the logistics of organizing such an event.

Relieved, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

-

“They’re onto us” you whisper as Alessia marks you on the field. “Alex and Tooney both caught us getting in. It’s only a matter of time before they connect the dots”

Her only response was to block you from rolling past her to catch a through ball. You let it trickle out of play to gain some time.

“Maybe we should lay low for a while” you suggest.

The idea of distancing yourselves further from each other doesn’t sit well with either of you, but it might be a necessary sacrifice to protect your secret and avoid further suspicion.

You both jog back to your positions, your breath slightly elevated from the quick exchange. Alessia’s voice is low, and she contemplates, “Laying low for a while does sound like the safest option. Hempo saw the marks you left. I had to tell her the barbell slipped in conditioning the other day”

“Shit, I’m sorry”

“No it’s fine” she promises, placing a hand in front of you again to keep you back from the ball once more. “I like that you did that”

You weren’t a very bashful person. though your trademark stormy face now blushed uncharacteristically pink at her words.

“Liked that who did what?”

A voice from behind you made you both jump apart. Turning on your heels to find Mary looking between the two of you.

Caught off guard, she stammered “I, that uh, that Y/N finally decided to adopt a dog”

Your eyes bulged at Alessia's excuse whilst Mary’s narrowed as she eyed you suspiciously.

“But you hate dogs”

“No I don’t” you scoff. “Why would you say that?”

Her features twist with confusion. “Because you always complain about pet hair and how they smell”

“Well, I changed my mind” you stated matter of factly.

Alessia chimed in, trying to reinforce the ruse, “It’s true. Y/N had a change of heart after spending time with a friend’s puppy last weekend”

Mary smirked teasingly, “Well, miracles do happen. Maybe having a furry friend will teach you to care about someone other than yourself for a change”

“That’s just rude”

She chuckled back, “I call it like I see it. Anyway, enough with the dog tales. We’re here to train, not discuss pets. Let’s get back into focus mode, shall we? The least amount of goals I have to save the better”

You waited a beat, letting Mary retreat back between the posts before turning to a guilty looking Alessia.

“A dog? Seriously? Now I have to make inquiries at the local shelter just to make sure people don’t think I’m adopting a furball as a cover for getting in your pants”

“I’m sorry. I panicked!”

“This isn’t working” you concluded, running a stressed hand over your face. “We need a better plan, or different roommates. Do you think it’s too late to swap?”

-

It was dark the next time you saw Alessia.

Lie.

It was dark the next time you spoke to Alessia.

And by spoke you meant you had your tongues down each other's throats.

You were both terrible at keeping your word. You’d agreed, only hours ago, that you’d let the dust settle a little before you made any more sudden movements.

But here you were, Alessia perched on the edge of a conference room table, while you stood between her long legs pulling noises from her as you kissed and sucked at her mouth.

The room was bathed in a soft glow, neither of you deeming it appropriate to meet in the shadows or the dark when you were deep in the belly of the building. The world around you fading away as you succumbed to each other, enough so that the creak of a door evaded the two of you altogether.

“I knew it!” The shrill voice from behind you both made you pull apart from each other. Breathless and on your way to a state of undress. “I told you!”

Caught with your tongues down each other’s throats, and, surprise, the teammates walked in on the clandestine conference room rendezvous. You’re looking breathless, on the brink of undress, and Mary, Alex, and Tooney are grinning like they just uncovered the juiciest gossip of the season.

Which they probably did.

You and Alessia exchange a look, a non-verbal conversation that screams, ‘Well, this just got awkward’.

Mary, the chief investigator of the squad, steps forward, wearing a smirk. “Alright, spill it. How long hm? How long have you been sneaking around?” She demands, as if interrogating prime suspects.

“No! Get out, all of you!” You insist, using as much of you body as you could to cover the blondes dignity.

Alex chuckles, thoroughly enjoying the dramatic turn of her probable evening plans. “Oh, come on, we’re all teammates here. It’s nothing we haven’t, almost, all seen before”

Letting out a groan, you let your head drop to Alessia’s shoulder in defeat. You wanted to floor to swallow you up.

“You didn’t answer her question” Tooney prompts as the three of them wait for details they’re definitely not entitled to.

You turn and square your shoulders, ready to take whatever teasing comes your way. “Long enough to stop pretending that we’re not into each other” you snap.

Alex leans in, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Let’s not kid ourselves. We all knew this was bound to happen”

Tooney adds, “Yeah, the black sheep and the golden girl, what a pair”

You roll your eyes, knowing you can’t escape the judgment.

Mary, though, takes a more serious tone, her eyes narrowing. “Alright, cut the crap. Why’d you drag Alessia into this mess? She’s the only innocent one left on the team, and you, well, you’re the resident wild card”

You scoff, “No one dragged her into anything. She’s not as innocent as you think”

Alessia interjects, he head popping up from behind you. “Guys, stop. I chose this. I made the first move. So back off, yeah?”

The room goes silent momentarily. No one, including yourself, expected Alessia to stand up for you like that. She wasn’t shy, you knew that more than anyone, but she also was never one to dive head first into conflict.

If you were being honest, it was turning you on a little.

Mary smirks, “Well, I’ll be damned. The angel actually has backbone”

You shoot them an exasperated look. “Out! Now!”

In a wave of laughs and whistles, the three of them finally stumble out of the room. The door clicks shut, leaving you and Alessia in a moment of awkward silence.

Alessia breaks into a giggle, “Well, that went well”

You shake your head with a smile, “If by well you mean I’m never going to live this down, then yes, it went exceptionally well”

She wraps her arms around you, “They’ll get over it. Eventually”

You chuckle, your hands coming up to brush hair out of her face, “Yeah, when the next scandal rolls around”

Feeling your tenstion, Alessia leans in, pressing her lips against yours in a calming, distracting kiss. Smiling into it when she feels you melt into her.

Just as you run your tongue over her bottom lip, there’s a sudden knock on the door. Mary’s voice calls out through the wood, “Enough with the love fest, you two. Weve got training tomorrow and we need you both fighting fit”

You share a slightly frustrated glance with Alessia, the interruption breaking the spell once agai. “Alright, alright,” you call back, trying to regain composure. “We’re coming!”

Well, you would be if they left you alone.

[anjellaufeyson]

Hate with attraction - Bellamy Blake

I hated Bellamy and despised him since the beginning. He always had to counter my arguments and disagree with me on every move I made. Every step I took–he criticized. The feeling of hatred was mutual, I never failed to return the remarks he made.

           Bellamy brushed past as if I weren't there, yet he still managed to whisper, “You're falling behind.” 

           I picked up my pace as we walked through the forest. The whole hunting group was filled with all my friends–besides Bellamy. I shoved him almost into a tree, “Catch up soldier boy.” 

My best friend, Octavia turned around while walking, and Bellamy glared at me. “I get Bellamy is an ass but why can't you guys just get along?”

I could feel his stare on me, “Your brother started it on day 1 of coming back to earth. The power must’ve gone to his hollow head, can’t say more than that–” My words were cut off at the sound of arrows flying past us. 

“Grounders,” Bellamy yelled. 

Clarke and Monty spread out of their spot because that’s where most of the fire was, “Guys we have to split up! We all have intercoms so once it’s safe we’ll come back together.” 

Octavia reached for my hand but missed me by a couple of inches, an arrow grazed my palm and cut me, “Just go,” I yelled. She ran away but was hesitant. I was about to reach for my gun before a hand stopped me–Bellamy. 

“We have time to run, don’t waste your bullets.”

I crouched down with him so no one gets hurt again, “If you keep ordering me around, I’m about to waste one.” 

He groaned as he grabbed me and we both made a run for it, “Keep this shit up and maybe I’ll throw you to the grounders.” 

I pushed him off me as we walked into a tiny cave for cover, “I’d rather be with them than you,” I mumbled. 

“What was that princess,” he asked knowing he heard every word I said. His anger was pissing me off. He ripped a part of his shirt off and began wrapping it around my cut.

“I hate when you call me that.” He only called me that because my father is Kane and he won’t let go that I’m “privileged” just like Clarke. “I didn’t make the rules on the ship, It’s not my fault that–”

He pulled hard on the tie he was making causing me to wince in pain, “Don’t finish that sentence.” Bellamy glanced up at me then annoyingly back at my cut as he wrapped it to perfection–I hated how good he was at helping when I needed it. “I know it’s not your fault but your father and every privileged person on that ship let her die for what reason? Because she had one more kid?” 

“You know the rules,” I spoke lowly. It was a sensitive topic and even though I hated his guts and wouldn’t mind if he got floated, I did sympathize. I never liked what happened and the fact no one could have siblings. “The more space taken by more kids would’ve left us overpopulated Bell–” I paused when talking, his nickname Octavia slipped out so easily. 

He looked up at me whilst still holding my hand even though the t-shirt bandage was as good as it was going to get. “I’m sorry she was floated, but it was the rules. And you know the Ark was already overpopulated enough. That’s why they sent us down here in the first place, the stupid 100 who had to risk their criminalistic lives for the others.” This topic always got me upset, not sad but mad. My father, Jaha, and Clarke's mom, Abby, were all willing to risk our lives as if we were all test subjects. 

“We mean nothing to them, that’s why I was so hell-bent on making sure all of the 100 could survive.”

I rolled my eyes remembering this wasn’t a friend I was talking to, “No, Bellamy you wanted all of us to remove our locators so that you could make sure they didn’t come down here because your reckless ass shot Jaha. I understand it was for Octavia but don’t act as if you’re some hero.” 

He pressed down on my wound before dropping his hand, “I never said I was. You always think you’re better than me.” 

I went to punch Bellamy but he moved out of the way, I was always good at hand-to-hand, my father got me a trainer, one of the guards. I knew how to fight, shoot, plant, etc. I was built to survive as if he’s been planning this forever. I smiled as I ducked the attack he threw at me, “You can only stand your ground because of the training you and Lincoln did together.” I went to kick him but he caught my leg, kicks were the one thing I couldn’t get the hang of. 

“Learn to be faster, princess,” he had a tiny grin on his face as he twisted my leg so I was hopping. 

I’d never give him the satisfaction of beating me, I kicked my leg again and got out of his grip. I elbowed him and punched him. His lip began to bleed, he had a smile on his face as his finger touched his lip. “Better,” he whispered. 

I went to hit him again but he blocked it and turned me around and kicked behind my leg causing me to fall onto one knee. He grabbed my hair, not too rough to hurt me but enough to move my head so I’d look up at him. “Train more and maybe you’ll beat me.” 

Slowly I rose and hit him at his throat causing him to back up. Not hard enough to hurt him but enough so he’d fuck off. I regained enough strength to cause him to lose his balance, then I got him to hit his back onto the ground. I kept my knee on his chest as I looked down at him, “You’ll never beat me, Bellamy. And I don’t think I’m better than you–” Our breaths filled the cave, “I know I am.” 

I stayed with my knee on his chest until he gave me a look that I couldn’t comprehend. His lips parted and he moved in to kiss me. I don’t know why but I didn’t back away, I took my knee off of his chest slowly. His fingers slipped into my hair and he pulled me deeper in. He kissed me roughly and I could taste the hate he held for me. Then he pushed me with a betrayal of a smile, “Never let your guard down, princess.” 

I made myself look hurt, he stepped closer and I pulled him in for a kiss. He seemed hesitant but easily fell into it. I bit down on his lip causing him to wince in pain. He dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, blood was dripping more than before. 

I pushed him away from me, I hated him now more than before. But God, I’d kiss him again with hate once more if given the chance. “Never let your guard down, Bell.” 

Suddenly Octavia ran into the cave looking frantic, “Jesus, did the grounders attack you guys?” 

Bellamy and I shared a glance, I turned back to Octavia and smiled as if I wasn’t in pain. “No, no we made it out. Well not without one price to pay,” I said as I held my hand up. 

Octavia looked shocked, she now realized our words were no longer threats, they were promises. “Bellamy,” she said in confusion but also her annoyance was beginning to focus on both of us for being stupid enough to fight each other. “O,” he said while walking past her. I stopped walking so I could talk with Octavia. He turned to me and whispered, “Next time you won’t get off that easily.” I paused, next time?

[bumblehoneybee]

hey!! don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are, i was wondering if you could do a Shadow x reader, where the reader has been sold most of her life so it’s the only thing she knows. one day he comes home from an extremely rough day at work, and she ‘offers’ herself to him as a way for him to calm down and feel better. he refused ofc and blah blah blah comfort comfort!! you have every right to refuse this btw!

Do What You Will

(I get the idea of what's being implied, but since this is a sfw blog, I'm going to adjust it just a bit)

Some days were just so draining. Between the violence and the danger that were so constant in his life, Shadow felt like he was drowning. There seemed to be no end in sight, just a dark hallway with no visible end. It was all consuming, but at least he had some small lights to break through the cracks and allow him to breathe.

The brightest of which was you, soft little you.

They had discovered you being held captive during one of their raids on some one-off villain's lair. You looked so. . . tired, in a way Shadow could almost understand. But with coaxing from Rouge, you admitted to them bits and pieces of this being your life, tossed around for labor or just to be a punching bag for whoever paid the highest price.

You would flinch away if Shadow so much as flicked his ear. It was heartbreaking, and though he kept his distance, he helped Rouge reintroduce you to society. He kept watch over you on outings, stood strong as your rock as the anxieties and weight of a sudden life of freedom threatened to squash you into the pavement.

Shadow was also there the first time you smiled, hands carefully clasped around the plush toy that Rouge egged him to win for you. Rigged carnie games were no match for the Ultimate Lifeform, so he won you the biggest prize. And you smiled at him.

And maybe that was when he became smitten.

You were waiting for him, back at his place. Probably sitting on the couch, watching gameshow reruns and struggling to stay awake so you could greet him. You hardly ever managed, but it was a cute scene to find when he came home. Helped ease the sting of a bad day quite a bit, especially when he carried you to bed, and you'd wake up in a start only to melt into his arms.

Because you trusted him. And such trust was worth its weight in gold. It made Shadow feel golden, at least, like he wasn't a monster, or a being made to kill. You made him feel more like a protector. . . like a hero.

Shadow shook his head, clearing the wandering thoughts as he nudged the door open.

The TV lights danced across the open floor, muted laughter and screams for joy as contestants won prizes on the show. It made Shadow crack a smile as he toed off his shoes, but it quickly fell as exhaustion finally laid atop his very bones.

He hated working for GUN. He hated doing this damn job. What else was there, though? He couldn't quit, not with you to take care of, not with him being too intertwined with all the bad in this world. He had to squash it, before it had the chance to hurt anyone, hurt you.

The mere thought of you getting hurt by some evil bastard soured his poor mood further. He wouldn’t let that happen.

To Shadow’s surprise, you were still awake when he made it to the couch, curled up under a blanket and murmuring “no whammies” alongside the contestants on the show. You shuffled upright some as he slumped onto couch, his full weight bouncing you slightly.

“Welcome home.” You said sleepily, a yawn caught in your throat. Shadow grunted, rubbing his temple. You turned the TV off not to give him a migraine. “Bad day?”

“That’s one way to put it.” Shadow grumbled. He knocked his fist against the arm of the couch. “Bunch of idiots I work with.”

You stayed quiet.

“It’s endless. Bad decisions from people in charge, cocky bastards that put teams in danger. It’s why I work alone!” He slammed the couch arm again. “But no. GUN wants me on a team. Ridiculous.”

He sighed, migraine blooming despite your efforts.

“Um. . .” Your soft voice cut through the pain. Shadow looked to you, your eyes adverted. “If. . . I can. . . If it helps, I can take a punch. It always made Doctor-”

“No.” Shadow cut you off. Your whole body tensed up at his tone, dark and trembling with barely restrained anger. “I will not treat you like that. You are not a punching bag for others.”

“But you’re stressed.” You tried again, a mix of wanting to help him the only way you knew how, and wanting to show him you weren’t stupid, you knew what you were talking about. “It’ll help you-”

“It’ll hurt you.” Shadow barks, a finger gently but firmly pressing to your sternum. “And that hurts me. Don’t you get it? I’m doing this to protect you! I’ll kill any low life that dares to lay a hand on you.”

You didn’t have a response to that, but you did look up. A sadness swam in your gaze that killed Shadow, cooling off his anger into concern he couldn’t hide. Brows furrowed, he coaxed you into his lap, nuzzling into the top of your head.

“I won’t let you ever be hurt like that again.” Shadow murmured into your crown. “So don’t expect it. Not from me, not from anyone.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered back. “It’s. . . I’m. . .”

“Old habits are hard to break.” Shadow filled in. Your body relaxed against him. “We’ll work on it. For now, let’s. . .” He gave a weary sigh, but flipped the TV back on. “Press our luck, I guess.”

Your smile. That bashful, joyous little grin you always wore whenever he humored you, it could light a whole city and then some.

“Thank you.” You pressed the gratitude into his chest, to where his heart beat. Your arms snaked around his waist, and his laid across your back. “You. . . always feel so safe.”

Shadow squeezed you closer. “You’ll always be safe with me. I promise.”

You just smiled, humming about whammies and big bucks and whatever else your silly gameshows promised.

[veiled-harvest]

Not so Ill-fated | Viltrum! Mark Grayson x Atom Eve!Reader Chapter 1: Reflections

WARNINGS: Temporary Angst, Major Character death, light Gore Description, Minor OOC

You and Mark had been together for nearly 30 years in this universe. The duration of your relationship has been tested by the universe countless times. What happens when your happy ending gets destroyed? How far are you willing to go to undo the past and survive the present? The reader is in Eve’s shoes in this AU, Same powers, Back story, etc.

Prologue

Author's Note: HIII , Sorry Chapter 1 took so long I'm writing a few fics at the moment that I'm super excited to share. Thank you to those who read the prologue, and hello to you if you're here for the next part, ENJOY

~ S

So here you are.. Home far from.. 'Home'

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before you regained the memories of your past life. It didn't take long for you to accept your new life. Everything was the same except for him. In your previous life, you were a hero. You were Atom Eve. Of course, you still had your power but lived out of place. Only you knew you didn't belong here. Honestly, this was never meant to be home, just a hideaway from it. How much longer would you be tortured by the past that didn't happen? How could you withstand this devastating loss? When would you close your eyes without being spooked by the ghost of Mark? You found yourself cursing your previous habit of staring at him. Your powers could manifest anything you could imagine, yet how could he have existed right before you, in all his glory, and remain in your mind so vividly? 

Part of you regrets never asking the name of your savior; you were forever indebted to the heavenly wish. Part of you just wished you never existed, but you had fought for a place your entire life; it would have been incredibly disrespectful to give up the life your mother sacrificed for you. Only in this world were you raised as a foster child who concealed your powers away, only ever using them for necessity when adults failed you yet again, even in this life. This time, the odds were on your side. Out of sight. Stuck in your mind

Until you got to high school, at least, and you saw him. It wasn't as intense as the first contact you made with him, despite that, you did your best to avoid the Mark of this world, the only one where he was ‘good’. You hated, that's what this was. It only made you miss your Mark more. Your Mark had a lot of work to do on himself, which he managed to accomplish. You watched him experience experiences only given in nightmares. Your Mark overcame every obstacle thrown at him. But this wasn't your mark. It never would be. 

You could say this was a blessing in disguise; his smile was still a part of your life. The russet pools you used to drown in were filled with a warmth here. Your mark had dark, unreadable eyes to others, but they were your favorite feature on his face. They never looked that way to you, just mysterious and deep in thought. 

  Occasionally, you'd walk past him in the hall and hear a familiar laugh. Every muscle in your body froze, but you had to keep walking. It reminded you of the first time you listened to his laugh. 

“Y/N… If you want to have the slightest chance of fighting Thragg, you will have to hit me harder than that.” Training was his favorite pastime, especially when it was leading up to a significant battle. Even when he fought his other half, he went easy on you, never letting you think you were winning; it was playful nonetheless.  “Are you sure. Like absolutely positively sure, I mean you remember when I “sparred”  with Conquest even though I lost, he still has the scars–”  “I’m not Conquest. Now I'm requesting- Ordering you to hit me with your strongest,” He sternly demanded you give him your all. You didn't want to harm your boyfriend at the time, so it started with quick punches. Mark found it cute how careful you were being. This didn't last long before you charged him with everything you had, and these efforts were all for nothing. You lead with a sucker punch but some how ended up doing a sloppy summer sault into a metal beam  Why was the metal on Viltrum harder than it was on Earth?  You landed face first upside down, which was incredibly painful to watch, but certainly worse feeling it. Imagine you turn around to see your boyfriend's back turned to you Snickering?  Mark Grayson, the terrifying, infamous emperor-in-training of the Viltrum Empire, is holding in his laughs at the expense of your pain. For some reason, you barely felt the pain of the gushing gash on your forearm. There he was laughing. The entire time you had known him, he barely curved his lips in a smile, let alone laugh. For a while, you presumed he was simply incapable of it. That burst of laughter stunned you. How could someone remain so handsome at all times?  He fully turned to you, revealing a slightly flushed face and claiming this newfound laughter. You both froze briefly until you quickly approached him and eagerly cupped his face. The two of you weren’t too big on PDA yet, especially when you officially moved to his planet. At any moment, his emotions would freeze over again. You must take this in, consume every drop of the gift the gods bestowed upon you, and study the new emotions you just unlocked. A mental depiction of his face was now forever ingrained in your mind.  “ I wish you smiled more. “ “I wish you'd get off me.”  “Do you?”  “..” “That's what I thought.” 

Back to reality, Y/N, that technically never happened. 

Unfortunately, the world around you was in motion, while you were stuck in the past, which never really happened. It’s difficult to refrain from smiling at yourself when you encounter this Mark. This was a habit you successfully overcame. You grew fond of his brief company. Not that you were longing to reach out and nest yourself in the arms you once claimed. As lovely as that would be, this was enough.  With no idea what your mark was doing, the least you could do was enjoy this one. Of course, you’d have to be careful; you had to avoid the you of this dimension. The looks you gave him would raise the suspicion of any girlfriend. 

But seeing their relationship develop stung. That used to be you and Mark. Well, not exactly, but close enough to lose yourself, ruminating in the corner of their world. You weren't proud to admit it, but you watched their love blossom and silently rooted for them, exactly how you wished someone had done for you. When Mark had brought you to his home plane,t many assumed a weak human such as yourself would have trouble finding your way, but little did they know you were used to the displacement and 

You had Mark.

Dwelling in the past wasn't a preferable pastime, but nostalgia was all you had left. No pictures, not a single keepsake had remained. You vividly recalled the memories slipping away around you. Imagine watching your house burn, but you set the fire, and now you have to watch the flames consume it all on the lawn. The embers of all you held dear hissing against your face. The smoke surrounded you. Mocking your inability to accept its arrival. You did this; you're the one to blame. Who could you call? Even if you had the air to yell, you’d cry; you'd rather cry. The depths of your soul knew no one was fit to assist you. No one could rebuild scorched debris. The help isn't coming, the sirens aren't approaching . This was your trial. The crackle of flames sung the melody of the damned, the fames dancing bright and bold. Cold air cradled you from behind, like he used to do. 

You sat in a class you had already forgotten the name of and drew flowers in the margin of the thin white sheet. One good thing about living life a second time round was knowing every little god damn thing. But it certainly took the element of surprise out of your life. Your pace in life had slowed down, and you were given the chance to enjoy Earth again. You left the planet after almost being imprisoned, mind you, for simply entertaining the idea of Viltrumite coexisting on Earth. This was even before you fell in love with Mark and the concept of a future with him. 

He could have left you; He should have left you stranded without the support you craved your entire life. But when Mark saw you look at him with that soft, pleading look, he couldn't resist; he nearly threw a silent tantrum in the moment of scooping your battered body into the arms you grew to love. 

‘Ridiculous’, was all Mark could think of when he looked at you. An inconvenience, a weakness, a blemish in his tough exterior. He likes to think of you as the siren who called him to sea, not to sink but to adorn. Part of him hated it, but that hatred transformed into something else. 

The ridiculousness turned to tolerable, and then to adoration. Watching him fall in love with you was art in itself. Looking back on your life, people took on the challenge of standing with you as if it were an unavoidable part of the territory. But Mark? He knew all too well what it like and that alone formed a bond. 

Here you were commonly lost in what once was.  A sigh passed your lips in the mist of end-of-class chaos, dispersing at the sound of the bell, and with that, the room was emptied. You wished you hadn't turned to your left to glance out the window. You were immediately met with a visibly pissed Eve. Great. 

“Hey–” 

“Can we talk. “ 

“ About? “

“Who are you, for starters?” Eve locked eyes with you with a fitted brow, and you started sweating. It’s not as if she had to guess who you were right away; you look vaguely different, but the same. Maybe it would help if you shared this secret with yourself. It’s been a dull 18 more years. Her, of all people, catching on was inevitable. In this life, you look painfully like your shared mother. 

“Maybe it is time we talk.” You gently grabbed her wrist and led her to a secluded spot on the school grounds, then told her. Everything. About who you were, your Mark, and what you did. The range of emotions on her face was just like yours. You both used your eyebrows a lot when you spoke. She teared up when you did, chimed in on things you equally agreed were moronic. 

“ So, you're from another place and you're here because of the devastation of losing your mark, which made you want to erase your entire self in your universe.” 

“ Yup.” 

“ Sort of insane but valid in a twisted way. I have many questions, but the main thing I'm curious about is, What is your Mark doing now?” Which is a good fucking question you wish you had an answer to, Part of you want to could look into that but you evade your curiosity to avoid the reality of what the now possible is. 

“ I- Have no clue, and part of me desperately wants to peek through a window and just see him there, but the majority thinks it's for the best we don't co-exist. I’m back to feeling out of place all over again.” Unable to finish your answer while maintaining eye contact. To think you were attempting to be normal during this was absurd. You felt the subtle movement of her arm as it extended around you and pulled you closer. That familiar pressure built in your chest, and you couldn't see anymore. All that built-up, sworn-to-secrecy silence was released in a matter of seconds. You were entirely in her arms, quietly weeping like a child. 

The tears went on for quite a while; Eve had never seen anyone cry that hard, which was ironic because it was you. You slowly pulled yourself away and noticed the stains you left on her stripped shirt. She caught on to this and chuckled softly, drying the garment right when you raised your hand to do so. This caused a chain of laughs to bounce off one another. You wiped away your tears and adjusted your seat near her, leaning on her shoulder and enjoying her company. 

“ You know the worst part about all this? “ She hummed in response to avoid interruption. 

“ I’m starting to forget what we had. I find myself running blank when I try to recall all our moments. I started to write them down, but even with my powers, my memories are fading.” Surprisingly, you didn't start crying again. This was defeating you and eating you whole. These. These spots in your memories took away your precious keepsake. 

Being without him was agonizing, but this meant the time you spent with him was slipping away. Soon, that name of his will become a faint echo in the back of your mind, and the emotion it evokes will inevitably be foreign to your consciousness, unaware of what he meant. Plagued with his absences. 

Eve could feel the uneasiness in your movements. Your mood was shifting between different shades of sadness. The years of contemplating your circumstances were just hues of the blue brought out of you. It couldn’t be helped. Part of her wondered if this would be a similar fate for her and Mark, as if the journey had been easy so far. All she could do was listen and offer her support. There’s only so much an alternative version of you can do to aid in your anguish.

“Would it be a big deal if you were to hang out with my friends and…Mark? Does that go against a cosmic rule or something?” you lightly laugh and lean back on the patch of grass, to which you both found refuge in resting on your elbows, attempting to find the words. 

“I think this entire conversation has to break some kind of cosmic rule. If it were so bad, we would have been smited already.” You shared another laugh and continued to lead the conversation to something less devastating. The two of you compared lives and the little quirks your boys shared or differed. This made you realize how much you missed him more, but this was the first time you felt melancholy. You didn’t know how much you needed to speak about him, joy intertwined in the sadness. 

“Thank you, Sam…” she smiled at your gratitude, placing a hand over your to reinforce her presence. 

“There’s no need for thank you, in a way, I’m giving myself a favor.” This version of you was incredibly corny, yet endearing. She has that light in her that you lost some time ago. It was refreshing to be reminded of the person you used to be, or maybe even the person you could become. 

“To give you an answer, I don’t think I could face your mark. They are the same person physically, but that’s not him. I don’t know how I’d react; I’d probably just stop functioning in real time and give him the wrong idea, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize for something like that, honestly, give yourself a break. Baby steps,” You wish you’d reached out to her in the past. Growing up again gave you time to snoop on the people you knew in your previous life, William, Amber, and yourself? Or Eve…Debbie even. Sure, you spoke to Debbie, but she was able to escape after she refused to submit to Viltrum's rule. Unfortunately, your mother-in-law burned with the rest of the planet, as for the other three, you snooped. It was cute seeing your friends as children since. These are things teens don’t usually talk about, so seeing their past lives. You stopped those missions after you snuck to see 

Mark.

Young Mark, with his toothless grin, looked exactly like your son. As morbid as it is, you couldn’t bring yourself to think about your children, given the last sight of them. On the bright side, babies still make you insanely happy. You’ll pass them by and coo at them, watching them babble and giggle. In a way, this means your babies never suffered. Babies, you could barely remember their names, and their features in your mind were the first to deplete. You were able to draw a miniature portrait of yourself with the best of your ability. You, your son, your daughter, and of course their father. You carry them around in your wallet like an old man. Even if you were forgetting, reminders were helpful..

Part of you wanted to show Eve your family, but you were worried it would affect her timeline, so you tried to keep the story-sharing to words only. 

So you plan to make an attempt to move on, try your best, you could forget while enjoying the thought of what had been, as you tried to look forward to the possible now.

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Adult Education Part 14 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake does his best to be reassuring toward Jessica, because the truth doesn't change anything for him. His feelings are strong and getting stronger, but then he does something that could have some serious repercussions, whether it was warranted or not.

Warnings: Fluff, oral sex, angst, swearing, mentions of cheating, blood, punching, 18+

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jessica couldn't take much more of this. She was so tired of always being on edge and having to deal with Brian's bullshit. The only time she felt truly calm was when she was with Jake. Just like this. He had his arms wrapped around her, and she was laying on his chest. She felt like she could just be herself around him without worrying what he thought about her. Then he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" 

She did want to talk about it, but she was also afraid he would think less of her. But she just didn't see how she could continue on with Jake unless he knew. She was falling in love with him a little more every day, and there was no way she could ever accept those kinds of feelings in return without him knowing the facts. She carefully shrugged and whispered, "There's not a lot to say. Brian is trying to ruin my career."

Jake held her tighter and kissed along her hair. "Why, Baby? How is that possible?"

Jessica's body involuntarily tensed up in his arms before she took a few shaky breaths and eased her cheek away from his chest. She felt tears in her eyes again as she looked at Jake and whispered, "He and I were dating. And then we were sleeping together. For weeks. And I had no idea that he's married and has two kids."

"Oh," Jake gasped, his pretty green eyes wide as he looked at her, and the feelings of shame and embarrassment intermingled, making her feel sick to her stomach.

When Jake didn't say anything else, Jessica wiped at the tears behind her glasses and pulled herself free from his grasp. He was just staring at her. She always knew it would be hard to tell him what happened, but she expected him to say something. "I ended it when I found out," she managed as her throat grew tighter. "I understand if this changes things between us." Her voice sounded small and weak, and she hated it. 

She knew she was smart. She knew how to command a classroom. She used to have more confidence than anyone else, but now she was scooting away from her boyfriend in her pretty green dress while he looked at her and said nothing. She wanted to unzip her dress and slip into bed and get all of the rest of her tears out, but if Jake wasn't going to do anything except stare at her, then she didn't know what to do.

"What would it change?" he finally asked as she fought with the zipper as her hands shook. 

"I don't know," she mumbled, frustration rising inside her now. "But I'm sure you think I'm an idiot. Like I can't read the room or take care of myself."

"Jessica," he said, and his voice was sharp enough that she met his green eyes. "You're not an idiot. He took advantage of you."

"It's embarrassing," she whispered, ready to rip the zipper off her dress as Jake climbed out of bed and carefully slid it down for her. As her dress fell away, leaving her completely bare except for her tiny thong, Jake kept his eyes on hers. 

He ran his fingers through her hair and said, "Brian is the one who embarrassed himself, Baby. I'm just shocked anyone could treat you that badly when you're as sweet as you are. But you didn't do anything wrong, and I promise I still feel the same way about you right now as I did two hours ago and yesterday." 

She nodded and cried against his shirt, her glasses smashing into his chest before he carefully slipped them off her face. Jake was kissing her forehead as she sobbed. "Smart Girl, you've been holding this inside for too long." She nodded as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Then he scooped her up and pulled back the covers, climbing in bed with her in his arms while he still had on his undershirt and suit pants. 

"I told Advanced Calculus the other day, but she was the first person I ever said anything to. Chippy knows Brian did something to me, but he doesn't know what. That's why he's not allowed in the bar anymore."

He rubbed her back as she fought for each breath through her hiccups and tears. "I have a new appreciation for that grouchy, old man," Jake murmured, tightening his grip on her body as she settled against his chest once again. "And now I wish Bradshaw and his wife had let me level Conley tonight, because I'm really not okay with someone making my girlfriend feel bad about herself and continually belittling her." She looked up at him through her red rimmed eyes, and he kissed her forehead. "You don't deserve any of that."

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Jake tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, but he was absolutely outraged inside. All of Jessica's hesitancies made sense now, including the way she thought he was already in a relationship the night they met. She was carrying this unfounded shame and hurt inside her while trying to protect herself from ever letting it happen again. But it wouldn't happen again; Jake would see to that.

The bottom line was, Brian Conley was a fucking asshole, and the next time Jake saw him, it was on. If that man ever so much as looked at Jessica the wrong way again, chances were good he'd end up in the hospital. Not that he was going to say that when she was currently gasping for air with her face buried against him. But he knew he'd take care of anything she needed, because he loved her.

"You're really strong," he whispered, and when she tried to shake her head no, he added, "Yes, you are. You go to work every single day and teach your classes and take care of your students, and you do it while Brian actively tries to make all of it harder for you. You're a badass."

"Oh, my god," she groaned, wiping her cheeks with her palms. "You're kind of right."

"I'm absolutely right," he replied. She gaped at him as he nodded, and soon she was nodding, too. And then Jessica ended up straddling his hips with her breasts pressed against his chest and her lips next to his ear. But it wasn't sexual which surprised him. He kept his arms loose around her and let her talk about whatever she wanted to talk about and pause when she needed to.

Brian's wife was named Sabrina, and their sons were nine and thirteen. He never wore a ring, and hardly anyone at the university knew he was married. Jessica found out about his family when she ran into the four of them out to eat one day.

"Based on the way Sabrina reacted to me when I walked up to Brian, she knew what was going on. I looked her in the eye and told her I was sorry and that I had no idea. So I'm convinced I'm not even the first woman he's done this with. And I know I'm not the last. He's sleeping with a TA from his department now."

"He's still married?" Jake asked softly.

"As far as I know. He had a good tactic for hiding it from everyone at work, too. He would tell me, 'Nobody can find out about us, Jessica. They would think I was playing favorites.' Then after I blew his cover to his wife, he started rumors about how I came onto him. He made himself look completely innocent while making me look like a slut."

Jake grunted. "He's a fucking scumbag. And what's the point of putting in the work and being in a relationship if you're just going to turn around and shit all over your efforts? I mean, obviously you're the kind of woman every guy wants, but you're mine now."

Jessica laughed softly as Jake ran his hands up and down along her back. "I was so scared to tell you," she whispered, her voice soft and sweet. "I didn't want you to think poorly of me."

Compared to every other woman he'd ever known, Jessica was the best. There was no contest in his mind. "None of this is your fault, Reedy. But what about the way he treats you now? What about getting tenure?"

She looked at him sadly. "If I fight it, I'll look bad. He's meticulously set it up that way. And that will reduce my chances of getting tenure even more. I'm honestly a little afraid I'm going to have to try to find a job at a different university."

Jake tried to think of other schools around the city. "Like Cal State? Or Point Loma?"

She shook her head sadly. "Do you know how hard it is to find an opening in a physics department when lazy old dudes still exist?"

Jake pulled her closer and kissed her cheek as he said, "Spell it out for me."

Jessica took a few seconds to snuggle in against him again, and he hoped she felt as comfortable and safe right now as he did. But her words made his heart sink. "I'm talking more like Penn State or Syracuse."

Pennsylvania or New York? Shit. That would never do. Not when he was already thinking about taking her home to Texas to meet his family. Not when he was falling for her more every day. "You should be able to stay in San Diego without being treated poorly."

"You're certainly helping with that."

Jake kissed the top of her head and laced his fingers with hers. "I just want you to be happy," he whispered. 

She smiled and said, "You're helping with that, too. Honestly, all I need right now is you, and a table at Chippy's, and for Brian to get hit by a truck."

"Baby, my new truck is all yours. Have at him." Jake was just happy that she was laughing as he let his fingers tangle in her hair. "You're a great teacher. And your fundraiser was incredible."

"Fratraiser," she replied with another soft laugh. 

"Fucking Bradshaw," Jake muttered. "Your fratraiser was incredible. You have a lot to be proud of. And I hope you can stay at your school, because I don't think I would do well in upstate New York. I turn into a bit of a whiner when I'm too cold."

Jessica looked up at him curiously. "Are you referring to my Syracuse comment?"

"Yes."

"So you would... come visit me? If I ended up at a different school?"

Jake's lips parted silently. He'd actually imagined moving there with her; the idea of shoveling snow made him want to cry, but he'd consider it for her. "Something like that," he answered softly. "Now... it's very late. Want me to read to you?"

He was reaching for one of the scientific journals on her nightstand with a questioning glance in her direction. "I would love that," she whispered. "How about the one about the one on electric propulsion?"

"Sure, Baby. I won't understand a single word of it, but sure."

"Yes, you will. You're smart."

Jake read quietly with Jessica snuggled against his side until she fell asleep. And then he read the remainder of the article to himself, because he actually did understand it. And it was fascinating. And he watched his girlfriend sleep as he considered registering for one of her lectures next semester, eventually dozing off as well.

It felt like he slept for just twenty minutes and simultaneously twelve hours when he woke up to Jessica's sweet voice in his ear. 

"Jake. Good morning."

He grunted softly as he felt her hand work open the front of the suit pants he'd fallen asleep wearing, and then her fingers were skimming along his cock. 

"Jessica." His eyes fluttered open just in time to watch her tits and head disappear underneath the covers, and then her lips were on his dick. "Oh, fuck."

He whipped the blankets off as she giggled in surprise, her pink tongue just an inch from his tip. "Is this okay?" she asked, licking him softly as she held him loosely with one hand. Her gorgeous ass was up in the air above her head, decorated to perfection with her green thong, and she was awaiting an answer from him. 

"Fuck yes," he gasped, reaching for her glasses. "Put these on first, Baby."

She took them and slid them on. "You want to make sure I can see everything I'm doing?" she asked before settling into place again. 

"No. I just like how you look in them," he whispered. 

She grinned and pulled his pants down a little bit more, kissing his length as she did so. This marked the first time Jake had felt her mouth on his cock, and he was way too excited for this. He loved getting blowjobs; always had, always would. But he couldn't remember a single girl who wore glasses for him.

"You need to tell me what you like," she whispered, wiggling her ass in the air as she cupped his balls. Holy shit, this woman had no idea how fucking hot she was. 

"I'm going to like anything you do," he promised, and then he was rewarded with her parted lips around the head of his cock. She sucked on him in a soft rhythm as her tongue swirled, and he groaned, "God damn. What did I even do to deserve this?"

Jessica popped him free and said, "You're a good boyfriend," before taking him deep with one long, smooth stroke until he bottomed out.

"Holy hell." He was scrambling now, one hand in her hair and one gripping at the sheets. "Baby, baby, baby," he whispered, watching as she bobbed her head. He had to suck in a deep breath through his nose and try to calm himself down. But when he exhaled, he just ended up moaning instead. "Oh my god."

Jessica's tits bounced and slapped each other and his thighs as she bobbed faster and faster before withdrawing him and grinning. The long strand of her saliva hanging from her lips was mesmerizing, and when it broke and landed on his hip he thrust up in her hand involuntarily. 

"You seem eager for more," she teased, shaking her ass again. 

"Jessica," he gasped when she started slowly jerking him off with her hands. "I'll do anything."

She leaned down and kissed his tip and then his abs and then his tip again. "Just ask nicely."

Jake watched her lick her lips, and he was desperate for that pink tongue again. He knew she was in charge right now, and he wouldn't have it any other way. "Please, Baby? Please suck me off? I can't get enough."

She leaned down farther, her tongue settling on his base as he watched his cock rest against her glasses. He had to stifle a moan at the feel of her warm mouth and cool glasses at the same time, and then she licked his full length before taking him deep. His girlfriend was meticulous and unhurried, just like she was when she was lecturing. And now he made the mistake of thinking of her in front of a room full of eyes wearing a short skirt and tall heels as he reached to squeeze her tits.

He had no idea what he was saying. Just depraved things falling from his lips.

"Jessica, your mouth was made for me."

"Fuck, Baby. I need to come. I need to come."

"You're so good. So good!"

He couldn't be sure how much time had passed, but he was whimpering and begging her now as she slowly dragged her lips up to his tip before pushing them back down. Every graze against his balls and stroke of her fingernails in his trimmed hair had him gripping her tighter. Each swipe of her tongue had him cursing under his breath. He couldn't remember ever being this verbal before. But now she wasn't changing her pace at all, favoring her current plan to make him lose his mind. 

"Please," he gasped, panting so hard it was embarrassing.

"Tell me what you want," she demanded between long stripes of her tongue, the change of pace taking him closer to the edge.

He wanted it bad. So he decided to say it. "Let me cum on your glasses?"

She grinned and wrapped both of her hands around his length, and he was immediately in trouble. "Cum wherever you want."

"Oh, hell," he whined, tilting her head just right with his fingers tangled in her hair, and then when she licked her lips again, he was right there. 

Jessica gasped as his cum hit her glasses before another ribbon landed on her forehead. She squealed in delight as he coated her up, and she kept pumping her hand up and down his length. "Jesus," he grunted, reaching for her hand and slowing her motion as she licked the last beads of cum from his tip. "Jessica."

Jake hauled her up his body and kissed her lips, tasting himself and needing more. He ran his tongue across her cheek, cleaning his cum from her skin. Then he licked her glasses, and when he kissed her, she moaned into his mouth. He dragged his tongue through his mess again and again as he cupped her ass and brushed her hair out of her face. But she was a mess everywhere, and so was he. It didn't matter, because she was smiling at him over the top of her glasses. 

"That was hot," she whispered, and he tipped his head back and swallowed hard, still tasting his cum.

He hadn't been needy like that in recent memory. Maybe ever. "Baby, you're what's hot."

She pushed her fingers back through his hair, and for some reason, looking at his girlfriend's cum soaked face had him completely convinced she was the one. "Come wash me off," she whispered, and Jake followed her into the bathroom and the shower. 

He cleaned her glasses and her face under the stream of steamy water, pausing frequently to kiss her sweetly. He ended up with his back pressed to the wall as she told him, "You made me feel so good about myself last night. Just like you always do. Thank you."

"I was just telling you the truth, Baby."

As he ran his nose along hers, he thought about all the things he wanted to tell her and tried to put all of it in order in his mind. Then she added, "Now that alumni weekend is over, your birthday is coming up. We can focus on that instead."

He smiled. "Nothing fancy, okay? I just thought maybe we could trade Chippy's for the Hard Deck for one night? You could meet the rest of my friends."

"Do they have Sam Adams on tap?" she asked with a coy smile. 

Jake scoffed. "I wouldn't have suggested it if they didn't."

"Then yes. That sounds perfect for your birthday."

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On Monday morning, Jessica still felt incredible. She'd managed to get Jake to stay over again, and he'd left her place at six in the morning wearing his wrinkled suit. Just the thought of it made her smile. He'd taken so much time reinforcing that he didn't think less of her because of Brian. He'd told her over and over that none of it was her fault. 

Even though she had a department meeting, she practically floated down the hallway to her office. Seeing Brian today would have no bearing on her mood or her happiness. But when she got closer to her door, she saw someone waiting for her. 

"Advanced Calculus," Jessica called out, rushing a bit more with her travel mug of coffee and her bag. She was delighted to see her friend and thank her again for everything she and Bradley did to help her out. "Hi." 

But the other woman held her hands up with a remorseful look on her face. "Listen, Jessica. I'm really sorry if what I did or said to Brian on Saturday night makes things worse around here for you. I should have kept myself in check, but I just fucking hate him."

Jessica gasped, and her face broke out in a smile as tears welled in her eyes. "No way. It was kind of perfect actually. Do you know how good it felt to have someone stand up for me for once?"

Next thing she knew, Jessica was wrapped up in her arms, and the tears didn't even fall. They just provided a pleasant blur as both women laughed. 

"Oh, thank goodness. I was afraid you'd be upset with me. Bradley told me to text you about a million times, but I knew you were probably having an important weekend with Jake." Then she jerked Jessica out of her arms and eyed her closely. "Jake was good, right? You told him about Brian and he was a gentleman?" 

Something flashed in her eyes that Jessica thought might have been protectiveness. "Yes. I told him everything, and he was... perfect."

"I knew he had it in him," she muttered. "Listen, I can't eat with you today. I promised Dr. Rosenthal I'd meet him to talk shop about the summer term over lunch. But tomorrow?"

"Sure," Jessica told her as she took off toward the elevators with a wave. "See you tomorrow."

After that, she checked her emails and found one from Dean Walters about how successful her alumni weekend event was. She decided she'd stop by his office and try to set up a one-on-one meeting with his receptionist later this week. Jessica probably had former Kappa Pi alum Dr. Gregory Michaels to thank for this, because she was absolutely certain Brain wouldn't have said anything flattering to the dean.

Convinced that Brian at his worst would have no effect on her whatsoever today, she headed downstairs for the weekly meeting with her chin held high. Jessica held the door open for Dr. Leeland and Dr. Nguyen, and then she blended into the back row seamlessly. Of course Brian took the time to thank everyone involved with the weekend by name. Well, everyone other than Jessica. But she just smirked in response. She'd already seen the email from Dean Walters. Brian could just spout off his usual shit until he was blue in the face. She could take it.

Then her physics lecture went smoothly, and Luca turned in a perfect homework set. She almost wanted to hug him, because he actually seemed proud of himself. Even though she ate lunch alone, she had some leftovers that Jake made, and she didn't mind one bit. Especially when he texted her while she was taking her break.

I miss you. I'll be there tomorrow for your office hours. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.

She was certain she could. She couldn't wait to show him. 

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When Jake arrived on campus in his uniform on Tuesday evening, he expected to see Bradshaw's wife or perhaps Luca on his skateboard. What he didn't expect to find was a nearly empty science building. He smiled as he pushed the elevator button and rode up to Jessica's floor. Maybe he'd get a chance to have her alone in her office again. 

The weekend had been amazing, especially if he could cut out the parts where Brian Conley made his girlfriend cry. But Jake couldn't even be too upset about that, because after the frat fundraiser, Jessica had opened up even more to him. He finally had a better understanding of the way her mind worked, and he wanted to spend weeks reassuring her that he still felt the same way about her. 

Shit. He was definitely in love. There was no getting around that now. He would tell her soon. He'd figure out the best way to say it so she'd know he meant it. 

Her office door was open a few inches, and Jake could tell she wasn't alone. He heard voices, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. One voice sounded distinctly male, so maybe it was Luca looking for extra help. Based on what Jessica told Jake about his grades, Luca could absolutely use the extra help. So Jake just propped himself against the wall; he had no problem waiting until she was free.

"What the fuck do you mean Dean Walters emailed you directly?"

Jake pushed away from the wall immediately. That wasn't Luca. That was Brian, and he had just raised his voice.

Then he heard Jessica as she quietly said, "He emailed me to tell me I did a great job! This was my fundraiser, and you did nothing but try to prevent me from being successful!" 

"You don't deserve success," Brian hissed, and Jake tried to take some calming breaths. "And you'll never have it here. That includes tenure."

"What happened between us has nothing to do with how well I can do my job!"

When Brian laughed, it made Jake's skin crawl. With his fists clenched, he slowly pushed the door open as Brian said, "You deserve every label I gave you after you tried to ruin my marriage: the idiotic, unreliable department slut. You should have just kept your head down and your cunt available for me. Then you'd have tenure."

Brian had Jessica shoved up against her bookcase full of journals, the ones that Jake loved so much. Her face was red, and he could tell she was on the verge of tears. But she was so fucking strong as she told Brian, "I will get tenure, and you'll look like an asshole to everyone."

Then Brian put his hand on her face, and Jake snapped. "Hey, Conley," he barked, shoving the door so hard that it bounced off the wall before slamming shut. Brian turned to look at him, but his hands remained on Jessica who looked shocked now. "Hands off!" When he didn't back away from Jessica, Jake walked around her desk and as gently as he could with shaking hands, pulled her away from Brian. "You're even dumber than you look, man."

Brian laughed at him. "Yet you're the one trying to defend this slut."

Jake sucker punched him directly in his nose before he could think things through. "Oh, shit," he gasped as blood spurted onto Brian's suit and Jessica's precious collection of journals. 

She gasped next to him. "Jake."

"Fuck!" Brian nearly shouted, reaching for his gushing nose with both hands. "Are you out of your mind?"

But Jake shook his head, because Brian's bullshit wasn't going to work on him. "If I see you touch her or any woman like that ever again, I'll break your entire face. And you better start saying your prayers that I don't go to the dean myself. You think it's smart to leave the door open during Dr. Reed's office hours while you physically and verbally assault her?"

Brian just looked at him as his nose bled and his face started to bruise. Then his gaze shifted to Jessica where she stood slightly behind Jake. "Fuck you, bitch." Then he was gone, sending her door slamming once again.

"Jake," Jessica whispered as he looked at the droplets of blood on the floor and the bookshelf. 

"Jess, I'm sorry," he replied, raking his fingers through his hair. Her eyes were wide as he added, "I'm so sorry. I think I just made things a lot worse."

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Okay, I love to see him get the punch in while they are in private, but now I'm nervous. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 15

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[thepixelelf]

Oh Baby, You Part 38 - Messed Up, Stupid, and Jaded

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Wonwoo’s chest tightens as you take in a deep breath. Your arms are wrapped around yourself, almost like you’re blocking everyone out. “After that…” You shrug, then pretend you didn’t by rolling your shoulders back. “Word spread pretty fast.” Your voice is strained from trying to hold in tears, but a few managed to escape and run down your cheeks as you explained yourself. “A lot of people from school hated me but… I guess that didn’t matter too much since I dropped out to take care of Orion.

“I stayed offline for a long time. People were calling me some pretty—” You wipe your hand over your cheek. “—horrible things. I couldn’t defend myself because, well… I needed what they thought about me to be true.”

Wonwoo’s fists clench at his sides.

“It was…” You inhale again. Exhale. “…really lonely, for a while. But then—” Turning, you face the friends you must have come to the concert with. Wonwoo had practically forgotten about them. “—I met some really amazing people. People who had no idea who I was, or what I… did.” You send a watery, wan smile their way. “Who liked me again.”

There’s a quiet moment where your friends all smile back at you, but then your eyes land on Chan, and the tension in your shoulders returns. Your lips curl inwards, and you shift on your feet, then go back to facing Wonwoo and Jihoon.

“But it wasn’t all bad,” you say. “Orion may have been a surprise… but he’s the light of my life now. There are things about what happened that I regret, yes.” You meet Wonwoo’s eyes. “But not him.”

After that, it seems like you’re done; you look down at your shoes, and there’s an awkward silence. Wonwoo feels the ache of tears behind his eyes, recalling every shitty feeling that he went through three years ago. It’s silent until Jihoon breaks it with a hoarse whisper.

“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t— I…”

Something breaks, then. Wonwoo whips around on Jihoon and braces his forearm across his chest, bunching Jihoon’s collar in his fist. “You did this. You—”

Jihoon’s mouth opens, but Wonwoo sees the flash of resistance die in his eyes as fast as it flared up. He winces preemptively, anticipating a punch to the face. “I’m… I’m sorry, I…”

“You told me all that bullshit about protecting myself!” Wonwoo’s voice rises, apathetic of his volume now that everyone else has left the venue.

Your eyes widen, and you take a hesitant step forward. “Wonwoo.”

His grip on Jihoon’s shirt tightens. “You said I had to! You told me to cut them out of my life—”

“Wonwoo!” You shove yourself between them, forcing Wonwoo off Jihoon and pushing your hand on his chest to get him to back off. 

He feels a burning where you touched him.

You glance between the two of them, something hardened in your expression now. “Stop,” you say. “Yes, Jihoon went about everything in his—” You share a look with Jihoon, and Wonwoo sees a brief moment of understanding pass between you. “—messed up, stupid, jaded way, but…”

Wonwoo’s breath hitches when you meet his eyes.

“...you listened, Wonwoo.”

The hurt in your voice is unmistakable.

He thought, three years ago and until now, that he was the only one in pain. He was the one who got thrown to the side.

Your hands move around yourself again. “You didn’t trust me enough to even let me talk to you. And that… I think that’s what hurt me the most.”

Wonwoo’s ears are ringing. He did this to you. He wants to say something. Anything. But is there any word of apology worth enough to repent for what he’s done?

You don’t let him toil for long. Turning away, you return to your friends. “Can we go home, please?”

One of them glances at Wonwoo before going, “Oh, uh. Yeah, of course. The taxi meter’s been going this whole time anyway.” He puts his arm over your shoulders while a girl wraps herself around your waist and pats your back.

Then you’re gone. Again. It’s his fault that you’re gone.

And for the first time, Wonwoo realizes it was his fault three years ago, too.

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[lovezbrownies]

Alright, then I'd like to request Yandere Bully.

So, for info. The bully is a girl—let's call this maniac, Lauren—she's 18, and goes to school with her darling, who is the same age. She's blonde, rich, tall, popular, and athletic. She bullies her darling, but deep down she's obsessed with them.

Scenario: How does she react when darling finally snaps, punching her?

Punch me again. (Yan!Bully X GN!Reader.)

You're a genius anon.....

Masterlist.

Synopsis: Lauren's agonized you for years but what happens when her meek servant fights back?

Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Bullying, verbal abuse (?), physical harassment, sadism masochism combo, Lauren's horny at the end, lots of yelling, no use of y/n.

As far as you could tell, Lauren’s ‘hated’ you since she’s known you. She’s been tormenting you since middle school and it’s just been getting worse since junior year of high school. Today, like every other day, Lauren had pulled you into the nearest bathroom, pushing you until your back hit the wall, she would lean over you and verbally abuse you before pinching either your upper arm or your upper thigh, even going as far as biting you on your neck or shoulder when she’s frustrated. No matter how hard you fight back she would not budge, she overpowered you with her height and athleticism.

That was a part of your daily routine at this point. The worst part of it all is that she’s completely invaded your personal life. Your parents love her, she’s your stupid neighbor, she loves to visit you at your part-time job, and she’s somehow always in your classes. You’ve barely been able to keep it together lately, but you had to. You’ve only got 2 months of senior year before you can finally move out of your town and into whatever small dingy apartment that you can afford from your savings. 

The past few weeks were torturous for you. Every day, without fail, Lauren would corner you, verbally abuse you, spit on your face, and even scratch you with her medium-sized manicured nails. She just would not stop asking so many questions, becoming furious when you refused to answer, and what’s worse is she always knew when you were lying, and would punish you accordingly. 

You snap out of your thoughts, and a sultry voice laughs from above you, “You better say the truth this time, baby. When are you moving? And where the fuck are you moving to.” Lauren’s been harassing you more lately, all of that just to know where you’re going for university. You haven’t told her, you refuse to. If another year of your life is turned into hell by Lauren McCanister one more time you might just lose it.

You kept looking down, at the dirty bathroom floors. Her leg is in its usual spot, between your own, one of her arms help her lean against the wall while the other rests on your hip. On the other hand you kept all external organs to yourself. “Come on… Don’t you want to brag about how smart you are? How you got into some fuckass Ivory Uni? Don’t ya? You can tell me sweetheart… I’ll let everyone know how much of a nerd fucking loser you are.” Lauren’s hand kept rubbing your hip, sometimes lowering her hand down to pinch a bit of your thigh.

You didn’t want to. No, if you told her she’d follow after you, you don't know why she’s so set on making your life hell but you wanted none of it. “I… I’m going to Prince Holand…” You respond, as meek as possible. Just how Lauren likes it. Prince Holand University is not luxurious at all, it’s the community college closest to your town. The actual university you’re going to is on the other side of the country, Xelera’s People University. One of the most luxurious universities, and you managed to get a full-ride scholarship in XPU. Lauren was definitely your motivation to study so hard, not because she’s your cheerleader, but because you wanted to be as far away from her as possible.

Lauren knows. She knows you’re lying to her face, you’ve been lying this entire time. She’s been asking the same question for days now, and every single time without fail you lie to her. Lauren kept giving you chances to fortify your mistake, tell her the truth, and finally confess how much you love her. But time and time again you lied, you told the entire school the same thing too. But Lauren knows you’re going to XPU. Of course she does she had tapped into all your devices and watched you obsessively through the cameras she had installed in your home.

Lauren’s also been accepted, but mostly due to her mother’s influence as well as paying the school to accept her. She will go to the ends of the world to make sure no one ever likes you, and that you never end up with someone else other than her and that includes spending millions for a year’s tuition. It's not like it’d make a dent in her bank account. Lauren’s just as smart as her mother, who’s a world-renowned scientist who has studied many things, but her mother’s most influential project was “Asexual Reproduction of Sentient Beings through Magic.” A project that changed many lives and nearly doubled the population. That is exactly how Lauren was brought to life.

So far everything’s worked. Lauren’s completely isolated you from the rest of the town through baseless untrue rumours, then she completely invaded your life and spent most of her time with you. Lauren likes to bully you. She loves how you react to her harsh words and pinches, but often times takes it too far, much like she is about to today.

“You fucking liar! If you don’t tell the damn truth NOW! I will hunt down everyone you love and kill them. I will find out where you’re going and I will follow you. You… YOU UGRATEFUL ASSHOLE!! DON’T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I’VE DONE TO KEEP YOU TO MYSELF!?!” Lauren yelled out, punching her fist onto the wall next to your head. Shocked, you look up at the seething beast. Her eyes filled with rage, her nose scrunched up in disgust and her lips frowning. 

For the first time since she’s corned you today, your eyes met with her own. You can tell how they softened ever so slightly, looking at how fearful you look right now. But of course, her anger takes over her, why wouldn’t you tell her the truth! Lauren’s the only person you even speak to! You should be deeply in love with her! Much like she is with you…

Lauren suddenly grabs your shoulders, harshly shoving you to the wall causing your head to smack against it. She didn’t mean to. It’s like the smack to the head had awakened something in you because you somehow managed to push her toned body away, a hand touching the area where your head had collided with the wall, pulling it back you saw blood all over your hands. She’s so sorry.

Lauren shocked with the sudden show of strength locked eyes with you, you looked so angry yet so afraid. No, look at me with love please. She froze as you yelled, how strong your voice is, she never heard your voice like that before. She would love to hear you yell in pleasure. “What the fuck!? What the fuck is wrong with you, Lauren!?!” Say it again, say my name again. “What do you want from me?!? I was your loyal servant this entire time and never uttered a word!! I want to be left alone! Do you understand?” No, you don’t mean that.

You continue, all the pent-up frustration finally coming out. “I don’t know why you have this sick demented obsession with me but I want out! Everyone likes you but what they don’t know is that you’re worse than all the rumors you made up about me!” I don’t care about them, only you. “From now on, leave me out of whatever sadistic kink you’re into! I hate you and everything about you, you- you cunt!” And with all your might you fully punched her, albeit a weak punch due to your injury, but it was still a punch. Ohhh…

Lauren watched on as you stormed out of the bathroom, hand holding onto your head. You look so dizzy she should go and help you right? But… She can’t. After being punched by you she felt rather… aroused. Of course, you turn her on all the time but this time… All the yelling and degrading things you screamed at her made her feel different than usual, but then that punch. Lauren had never thought she’d be into it but she wanted to grab you, beg you to do it again, do it until you’re satisfied. Your satisfaction is her pleasure after all, and as it turns out her pleasure is degradation. 

A sick and twisted smile came upon her face. She wants you so badly. This little game of yours awakened the beast Lauren never knew she had. And she’ll show you how much you mean to her, she’ll still bully you– that’s a no-brainer– but she’ll send over many gifts, from flowers to sex toys, acting as if she’s a secret admirer. Please use those sex toys while she watches through the cameras, dear.