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six-of-brides · 2 years ago

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Vale: The King Of Pain

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Prophet

"'I mean, It's not like you care about this group anyways."

"You are the one that lead the teams to their deaths, spare me your criticism."

These past few weeks have been an absolute disaster. We’ve had multiple small battles in the past two weeks, five if I’m not mistaken, and we’ve lost every single one. We’ve had no time for training because we just keep getting ambushed. It’s been a constant stream of burying the dead and then running away because of another ambush. We’re barely surviving and no one knows how they keep finding us.

"Everyone, please just shut up!" Mourner says. "You'll wake up Mystic!"

Mystic is currently sound asleep on Mourner's lap. He had another grand mal today and we're trying to let him rest as much as possible. Mourner is playing with Mystic's hair as he sleeps.

"You two are so adorable…and so fucking clueless, I swear to god." I mutter.

"Bitch, that idiot can sleep through everything, stop trying to coddle him!"

Destroyer and I hold onto Mourner so he doesn't attack Deviant.

We've been here all night. I’ve been trying to plan out a strategy to at least protect us if we get attacked again. I have ideas for what might work, but Deviant doesn’t agree with me.

"We need to plan-" I begin saying.

"What's the point?! All of your ideas are stupid and useless, anyways."

Me, Deviant, Mourner, Mystic, and Destroyer are in Deviant’s tent right now, just trying to figure something out, anything that will help us make it out alive if we get attacked again.

"Excuse me." I say for what has to be the 15th time since I crawled into this wretched bedroom.

After vomiting my guts out, I crawl back in, and my stomach feels sick again.

"Why does this always happen when I'm near him?"

We can’t afford to lose anyone else, we’re already on our last limb here and honestly we’re just lucky to still be able to keep going. But I know that our luck will run out if this keeps up.

At the moment, I’m just trying to get Deviant to listen to me. He keeps shooting down every idea I have. And of course he’s not at a loss for cruel insults. The entire time I’ve been here, begging for him to at least give me suggestions on what we can do to prevent more casualties, he’s just made fun of me for being so naive and blamed me for all of our shortcomings.

"Deviant, despite what you may wish, you are not the leader, so could you please listen to Prophet and what he has to say?"

"His ideas-"

All of Deviant’s insults and comments during arguments will include the most personal jabs he can come up with, and while after years of hearing them from my parents before knowing Deviant means they don’t hurt me as much, they might absolutely shatter anyone else, so I’m trying to take all of it before he says these sorts of things to them too.

"Maybe they wouldn't sound so idiotic if you just listened to them." Destroyer says

"He was stupid to make you second in command. I should have your position. I don't crume into a ball when I hear someone clap. He shouldnt lead us. He's a soft minded idiot."

He makes comments like this all the time, but never in front of other people. He’s never humiliated me like this before. And I’ve fucking had it.

I know I need to try to keep a cool head with him, even though keeping cool isn’t something I’m good with in the first place.

"Deviant, if you don't like Me so much, then find another team."

Knowing myself, I could absolutely snap any second now, so it’s best that I don’t stand around outside and potentially make a spectacle of myself if that does happen. So I go into my own tent. As soon as I’m there, I practically collapse into a pathetic pile of anguish. Why does he keep trying to get me to step down?

"What does he want with this team anyways? He never has any ideas, he just shoots down mine."

Time and time again, he always makes sure I know that he’s better than me in every way. Despite the fact that my power literally involves predicting the future, he always seems to be right. I guess he just knows how to fuck with me like that.

"Or maybe I’m not as powerful as I thought."

At this point I wouldn’t be surprised, he’s made me question my sanity, my memory, and my ability to lead, so why would my own power be any exception to what he wants to make me second-guess?

I know he wants to destroy me, and at this point, it’s working. He’s ruined almost everything for me, and I feel like I constantly have to look to him for reassurance over everyone else despite the fact that I know damn well that all he’ll do is put me down.

"So why do I keep looking for his approval? Why aren't the other's approval enough?"

He's the oldest.

"Are you guys happy that you taught me to always obey my elders?" I speak, hoping that my parents can hear.

If I looked to Destroyer, Mystic, or Mourner for that same reassurance, I would get it. And if they saw something wrong, they would just tell me without insulting me. But what would happen then is that Deviant would go after them too. That’s just how he is.

"You have to protect your friends. He'll attack them. If he tries to get after Mourner or Mystic, the other will rip him to shreds."

And Destroyer? He's never been good around Deviant.

If that’s truly his goal here, then he’s certainly achieved it. He’s made me completely miserable and I would rather step down as a leader and go off into the desert on my own than continue to live with his foot on my throat at all times.

Maybe I’ll go back out and at least try to talk to Destroyer again. Other than Deviant, he’s the first I go to for everything related to this kind of thing. He’s helped me a lot with strategies because he knows a lot of the inside secrets relating to FEAR that can help us, which is why he steps up when I need help. That is, when we can get Deviant out of the way.

But I’m scared that Deviant will still be there. He’s probably waiting for me to come out so he can make some nasty comment about how I’ll never be good enough to lead the Wild Ones. I’m not ready for that. Until I can find either the courage to potentially face Deviant or the confidence in my belief that he went away to torment someone else, I will be staying right here…

Destroyer

God fucking damnit, what am I supposed to do now? Deviant made a nasty comment about Prophet. Again. I take it that this is a common thing for him to do.

“Deviant..” Mourner says, rubbing his eyes. Mystic is still sleeping like a baby.

“What? Can’t take a little criticism, can he?”

“What you did was cruel. If you have a problem with his ideas, fine. But maybe share those opinions respectfully.”

I’m sick of it. I hate seeing Deviant repeatedly get away with the things he says to everyone else here, especially Prophet.

Since I’ve met Deviant and seen him arguing with people, I’ve seen him make fun of every single trauma the people here have gone through. Prophet was raised to believe that he would never be good enough, and not a moment goes by where Deviant doesn’t toy around with Prophet’s internalization of that belief.

“You know what he’s been through. You know that it’s hard to let go of beliefs that have been hammered into him so thoroughly. You don’t attack someone who has that history in the way you just did.” Mourner says. He is so calm about it.

That’s the one I see the most, and it really pains me to see, because I think Prophet is a great leader, he’s doing the best he can, which is pretty damn good, and he would be more confident in that if Deviant would stop making his childhood trauma seem like some funny ongoing joke.

I’ve seen him make some particularly low blows at Mourner and Mystic’s past that also hurt a lot to hear, because the things he pokes at are very obviously things that they’re very sensitive about. Mourner has had loved ones killed by FEAR, and I’ve heard Deviant go as far as to insinuate that it was Mourner’s fault that their deaths took place. Meanwhile Mystic’s parents abandoned him when he was very young because he’s epileptic.

“And why are you coddling Mystic? It’s like you’re in love with him? You know his ‘disability’-”

He doesnt get to finish his sentence before Mourner is hitting him.

“You want to talk like that do you? Try to say that it’s his fault?”

I pull Mourner off of Deviant before I have a murder to answer for.

“Deviant, go to your tent, and don’t return until you can find some human decency. I won’t even dignify a response. Go.”

He does as I say/

Knowing how Deviant is towards all of them makes me try to avoid interacting with him as much as possible. I don’t know what he knows about what I faced at the hands of my ex, and quite frankly, I don’t want to find out. I just want to be able to heal in peace without the wounds being reopened, and if I can do that by avoiding any contact with Deviant, then I will.

Lately, however, avoiding direct contact has been getting a lot harder. And after he insulted Prophet to the point that he retreated to his tent today, I think some form of direct conversation is going to be inevitable. But first, I need to talk to Prophet and see how he wants to go about that.

Obviously Prophet isn’t going to be too keen on the idea of talking to a guy who probably just drove him to tears, so I want to know if he wants us to talk to him, and if so what he wants us to say. So, I’m going to his tent now to ask him and see if I can at least be of some form of comfort to Prophet at the moment.

Walking into his tent, I find him laying on the ground. I can hear him crying, and I’m already stumped on what the right words to make him feel any better would be. So, I just kneel by his side.

"Hey man. Are you okay?"

Of course he’s not okay, you fucking bozo I think to myself as soon as the words leave my mouth.

Prophet tries to insist that he’s fine, but I know damn well that he’s lying. Regardless, I’m not about to pry the truth out of him, because I already know it. I just need to know if he wants us to say anything.

“Do you want us to say anything to him? Mourner already tried to murder him.”

He just shakes his head before saying that he doesn’t want him to attack us.

Honestly I can’t even argue with that, as much as I’d love to be able to get back at Deviant for hurting Prophet, it would just hurt me more in the process and Deviant would walk away unscathed because he’s unfortunately just like that.

Clearly I’m not going to be able to just walk up to Deviant and beat his ass yet, so in the meantime, I start making fun of Deviant a bit.

“Remember when he started freaking out while Mourner and Mystic started describing every single broken bone they had suffered?”

Prophet falls top the ground in laughter.

“Oh my god, yes!”

Sure enough, the more I make fun of Deviant, the more of a smile I see forming on Prophet’s face and the less tears I see falling from his eyes. Now that I’ve calmed him down enough that he’s laughing, I start trying to brainstorm how we could actually confront Deviant.

"How are we going to talk with him about this?"

He may be an asshole but he’s not stupid, so using reasoning and saying that his ass could be left behind at any time could probably get to him more than any bit of pleading him to stop could actually do.

"He can probably be reasoned with. I have to believe that he can be reasoned with."

"That would require him to have a soul. Which he clearly doesn't."

We decide that we’re going to go and confront him now rather than wait any longer. So, we stand up and go outside, going over what we’re going to tell him and who’s going to say it.

Then we look around to see where he is. We can’t see where exactly he is, which is never a good sign.

"Ummmm…" Prophet starts to shake.

"I have a very bad feeling about this.

Prophet and I start looking around and asking anyone around us if they’ve seen Deviant around. One person finally says that they saw him going into one of the tents. When we ask which one, they point to Mystic’s tent. Right away, I know that he has no good reason to be in there, especially since Mystic just had a grand mal seizure and should be asleep right now.

We look in and automatically find Deviant prodding Mourner. I can see in Mourner’s eyes that he’s absolutely enraged but is trying not to snap, probably because he doesn’t want to wake up Mystic, who is asleep with his head in Mourner’s lap.

I can tell that it’s going to get very ugly for Deviant soon if he doesn’t get out of there. I swear, this guy never learns.

When Mourner refuses to answer Deviant’s questions, Deviant shrugs it off and claims that if Mourner won’t give him answers that Mystic will. He then grabs Mystic and starts shaking him in a clear attempt to wake him up. At that exact moment, Prophet and I both glance at each other, knowing that Deviant screwed up big time.

Without making a sound, Mourner grabs Deviant by the neck and squeezes his throat until Deviant begs for mercy, promising to knock it off. This leads to Mourner dropping Deviant and kicking him in the back as Deviant crawls away.

When Deviant crawls in our direction, he asks what we’re doing here. That’s when Prophet takes a deep breath and says that we need to talk. Deviant clearly isn’t going to be enthusiastic about this, but he knows that it’s in his best interest right now, considering that it’s pretty much either that or he sticks around and continues to waste his life trying to get answers out of Mourner, which will probably lead to him getting beaten to death before it leads to him getting any real information.

Once the three of us are outside once again, Deviant stands up and brushes the sand off of his jacket before asking what we need to talk about. Prophet looks too scared to really say anything, so I think it over for a second before I tell him. “Listen, I get that you were born without a heart, but that doesn’t mean you have to take it out on everyone else. Stop being an asshole.”

He’s trying to come up with something to say to me that will hurt me to hear, I can see it on his face, so, I just tune out the words coming from his mouth. I’ve learned to tune words out by now so they can’t hurt me, and this is no different.

He’s getting upset that I’m not reacting, and while I’m glad that he’s not experiencing the pleasure of getting a reaction from me, I also know that I should probably step back before he gets in my face. I know damn well him getting too in my face will leave me crying on the ground, and I cannot give him that satisfaction.

Eventually, he asks what’s going to happen if he doesn’t stop acting the way he does. I can tell from the smug look on his face that he thinks we’re not going to say anything. That’s why it brings me even more joy to see that stupid smirk disappear when I say that his failure to comply with what I’m saying now will result in him being left alone in the desert for the vultures to devour, reminding him that no one is surviving on their own out here.

From the look on his face, I can tell that it’s probably been a long time since anyone’s spoken to him like this. For all I know, he’s never been talked down to at all, and this is the first time he’s been confronted in his life. That could very well be the case, given the absolute shock he’s expressing over being confronted one time.

I can tell that Deviant is trying to come up with something to say about me, so I just turn away before he can say anything. Prophet then does the same, and we walk back to his tent together.

Hopefully he backs off for now, knowing that he’s not immune to the criticism he hurls at us nonstop. He probably won’t, but it’s nice to know that we can get a reaction out of him too at the very least. Maybe now, Prophet and I can actually focus on work that will benefit us instead of having to worry about one asshole weighing us down constantly.

Deviant hasn’t come after us, so that’s a good sign, but for now, I’m staying right here so if he tries to come for Prophet, I’m here with him. If he tries to go for Mourner and Mystic, they both have each other, and either one of them could see to it that Deviant is a mangled pulp within seconds under the right conditions. So for now, I’m not really worried about Deviant, but I am worried about if he’ll ever actually stop trying to destroy us…

Mourner

My entire body is trembling with rage. I keep trying to breathe and tell myself that I don’t have any reason to be angry, but then I realize that I’m lying to myself. How dare Deviant think he can just come in here and treat Mystic and I like that? Our relationship is none of his business, he is not entitled to know shit about either of our sexualities.

"And Mystic's straight anyways, how would that piece of info do anything for him?"

On top of that, he decided that it would be okay for him to try and shake Mystic awake. He said that if I didn’t answer his questions that Mystic would. Meanwhile Mystic is getting some much needed rest and doesn’t need some idiot trying to wake him up to ask intrusive questions. So, I grabbed him by the throat and almost strangled him. He was right where I wanted him, his throat was in the palm of my hand, if I could have only squeezed a little harder…

Wait a minute, what am I thinking? Yes, I hate Deviant, but am I really on the level where I want him dead?

"Get off of me! Get away! Oww! What the hell did I do this time!"

It takes me a while to realize that Mystic is talking in his sleep.

"Hey, Mystic." I lightly shake him, which seems to do the trick.

"What? Where am I? Who-"

"Shhhh, Mystic. It's just me.

"Oh thank god." He tries to gwt up, bur it takes him a whike.

"Why is everything still sore?"

"Isnt it always like that?"

"Goid point, but it still isnt fun." He looks at me. "There's aomethinh on your mind. What is it?"

"Do you want Deviant killed?"

He bursts out laughting, even though it clearly hurts.

On one hand, he’s a nightmare for Prophet, Destroyer, Mystic, and I to deal with. On the other hand, most people here adore him and if we got rid of him by any means, they would be upset with us and that would screw everything up.

"Umm.. yes? Is that even a question?"

"I.. might have almost strangled him to death."

"You what?!" He says with the biggezt grin on his face.

"Almost

I didn’t wind up stranging Deviant, he begged me for mercy and I was dumb enough to take pity on him, because for a split second I thought to myself that maybe he would change. But as soon as I let him go, I regretted it.

"For a split second, I wondered if maybe he could change his behavior. In any case, I don't think he's gonna mess with us again anytime soon."

Now I just want to find him wherever he is and beat the living shit out of him. But that would make me the bad guy, wouldn’t it?

Mystic hugs me. "God, you're amazing."

It feels nice.

"He tried to get at you."

"Really?"

There’s very few things I truly hate more than Deviant and the anger he makes me feel. I don’t even think I’m that justified in hating him as much as I do, but when he goes after Mystic like that, I just burn up from the inside.

I nod my head. "Yeah. He was asking some… very personal questions. I wouldn't answer, so he started shaking you.

I’ve never felt so violently angry over anything until he did that. And the thoughts just won’t go away.

"Was there a time that he wasnt such a jerk?"

"Why are you asking me?" Mystic says.

"You were here for a month before I was."

I’d do anything if it meant he would be out of our lives once and for all, but there’s nothing at all I can do except sit and wait for his downfall to happen.

"No. No, he was always like this."

Suddenly through the cracks of the tent, I see him stumble by. I can’t even control my urge to get up and go outside just to see what he’s doing. When I go out, I see him stumbling around still. His throat is black and blue. With that, I laugh at him. I feel so guilty for expressing this amount of schadenfreude, but he deserves it for how he’s acted today.

When he hears me laughing, he redirects his stumble over to me and looks at me with that stupid smirk on his face, indicating that he has something dumb to say.

"What are you gonna do, bitch? Try and attavk Mystic again?"

"And if I do? What, like I couldn't destroy your little boyfriend right now?"

"We. Are. Not. Romantically. Involved."

I spit directly on his face. He looks shocked that I would dare to do that.

“Why don’t you just go back in your tent? I was out here minding my own business, and besides, I’m sure your boyfriend misses you.”

He laughs at his own crude statement, and with that, I just take my leg and kick him in the back of the knees, causing him to fall face first onto the ground. Before he can get back up, I go back inside.

"Say one more word, and I. Will. End. You."

He leaves, but not for long enough.

When I hear footsteps passing the tent, I hold my breath, hoping that he doesn’t decide to come back in. My heart skips a beat when I see him looking in. Thankfully though, he keeps moving.

"Dont. You. Even. Fucking. Dare."

"Soooo protective over your boyfriend, huh? Can't have anything bad happen to him, can we?"

I have fucking had it with him and I hope he eventually decides to leave and never come back. He gives us all a bad name and I am ashamed to say that he is one of us.

Unfortunately, I still have to work with him at the end of the day. No matter how much I hate him, no matter how hard he makes things for me, he’s still one of the leaders, and I still have to figure out how to work around every single setback he causes. I’m sick of it, but there’s nothing I can do to make it stop. Nothing I say or do will ever change the nightmare he’s created for us.

"Mystic, do you ever wonder what life would be like if just one tiny thing changed?"

"Like the Butterfly Effect?"

"Yeah. Exactly."

"I kind of try not to. Every scenario is a happier existence than what I have now, and it just makes me sad."

"I get that."

I know that in an hour or so I’ll probably have to leave this area in order to try to talk things out with everyone else so we can figure out how to keep everything working right. I don’t want to have any discussions today, I just want to stay here with Mystic, but unfortunately if we don’t work constantly, we lose.

"Mystic, do you-" I'm interrupted with a snore. I look down, and Mystic is asleep on my shoulder.

Sometimes I really get tired of fighting all the time, but I know that if I ever want to live my life properly, I have to fight. At the end of the day, I have to remind myself why I still continue to fight. I will fight until the day I die to avenge the souls of my mother and of Mariah, not to mention to protect the right to my identity.

As far as discussing things with the rest of the group goes today, I really don’t want to wake Mystic up. I don’t want to bother him. But I know that if I don’t wake him up that someone else will, and that someone could wind up being Deviant. I don’t want to take that risk, because I know that if Deviant does that, he’ll seriously upset Mystic however he can.

"Mystic? Mystic, come on. Mystic, let's go back to my tent."

"Hm? What?" He says, opening his eyes.

"Come on, I don't want Deviant trying to mess with you again."

He doesn’t say anything, he just grabs my hand and leans on me. My heart flutters and I go completely speechless. He’s never done this before, and I can tell that he’s still tired, so maybe he’s just trying to lean on me so he doesn’t fall, but my god I don’t know what to do.

"Mystic, Deviant might say something."

"Let him talk."

After a moment of him holding onto my hand, I decide to just let him keep holding onto me. If Deviant has anything to say about it, I’ll break his nose. So, I continue leading Mystic to Prophet’s tent, where we agreed to meet so we could talk about battle strategies in the near future.

We go inside and right away, I see the look in Deviant’s eyes. He wants to say something, anything that will embarrass both of us. So I look right back at him.

"Not today, Satan." I whisper.

I have no clue what my face looks like right now, but I’m trying to send a message to him that will inform him that if he messes with us, he’s getting knocked out.

Surprisingly, he stays silent. He continues to stare at us, but he doesn’t say a single word.

"Glad everyone could make it." Prophet says.

"Where's Destroyer?" Mystic asks, slurring his speech a little.

"Jesus Christ, have you been drinking?" Deviant asks, giving both of us a look. Honestly I don’t care if he stares at us, he can stare all he wants, but he if says anything, that is when I will go after him again.

"No, just tired."

As we start speaking, Mystic and I continue holding onto each other, and thankfully no one says a word about it. The only one who seems even remotely concerned is Deviant, who continues to shoot us antagonistic glares. I just glare right back at him.

When we finish talking, Mystic and I go back, and Deviant follows us. I’m trying to ignore him, but he seems to be making that difficult on purpose. We go inside, and he stays out there, staring at us. I am trying my best to pretend he isn’t there, but it’s nearly impossible.

Eventually, Mystic notices that he’s out there, and it starts feeling like the two of us are both facing off with Deviant. None of us are saying anything, but there’s clearly a lot being exchanged from glances alone.

"Come on, Mystic. Just ihnore him, he'll go away." He's still wrapped in my arms.

"It's hard to ignore him when I feel like Im in a horror movie!"

I laugh.

One wrong move and I will wind up fighting Deviant again. As he continues to stare at us, I find him getting harder and harder to ignore. I do not want to get in another altercation with him, but I feel as if I don’t have a choice…

Mystic

I’ve been basically attached to Mourner all day. All I want to do is go back to sleep, I’m still tired, but Deviant keeps trying to fuck with us. He keeps staring at us through the cracks of the tent.

“Do you think you could snap his blood vessels now? I’d really appreciate that right now.” Mourner says, head resting on top of mine.

“Too. Tired.” I mumble. My powers go haywire when I’m not well rested.

“What kind of a friend are you?” I know he’s joking, but it takes me a moment to settle down.

He’s making me so mad, all I want to do is go back to sleep and he can’t even let me have that. He keeps harassing Mourner and I relentlessly and no matter what either of us do, he never stops.

“Well, he’s really just doing this to get a rise from us.” Mourner says.

“He’s doing a pretty damn good job of it.”

“That’s my point. Just ignore him, and he’ll leave us alone.”

So we just stay wrapped in each other’s arms. It feels nice. Really nice.

After a few minutes of silence, we hear footsteps moving away from the tent. Both of us have our eyes still fixed on the cracks of the tent, looking for any sign that he’s still there. When we find nothing, he starts talking to me.

I don’t really know what Deviant was doing while I was asleep, but clearly Mourner is infuriated by it. He’s red in the face and his tone is different than usual. Part of me wants to ask what’s wrong, but I don’t want to annoy him more. Then he’ll leave and I don’t think I can handle that right now.

“What happened?

For a moment he goes silent, and my head is completely flooded with anxiety. Did I make him angry? Is he annoyed with me? He’s definitely not acting like himself and it’s freaking me out. He’s usually not an angry person, so why is he so angry right now? I keep trying to run through every interaction with him lately, looking for some way I could have upset him that would explain why he’s so upset.

“He… started verbally insulting you. Trying to say that we were coddling you, then he said that the epilepsy was your fault..”

As Mourner continues rambling about Deviant, I get just as angry.

“And then he tried to say that we were… romantically involved.”

Oh god, I can feel my cheeks turning bright red. “What?”

“Yeah. Like, as if there was something wrong with that.”

“Aren’t me and him the only straight people on the team?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he actively dorsn’t like the queer community, or he’s just… trying to tease us.”

“He’s never really been ‘one’ with the group, has he?”

“Yeah.”

We start bringing up all the instances we’ve seen him almost killed by our own people because he was a little too close to FEAR during battle. Rumor has it that he’s even been seen conversing with them.

It’s scary to think about, because that honestly does sound like something he would do. I’d love to believe he wouldn’t stoop that low, but we all know that he would. Any time that someone tries to humanize him and think that he wouldn’t do some disgusting action, he goes ahead and does it. When Destroyer first showed up, we all hoped that he wouldn’t harass Destroyer because it was so obvious that he had been through horrific trauma. We all told ourselves that Deviant wouldn’t stoop that low, but he did. Within days, he was constantly prodding Destroyer and going out of his way to trigger him.

I know that Mourner and I are making fun of Deviant as a way to make light of everything he puts us through, but it gets scary sometimes because we all know that Deviant would absolutely do everything we speculate him of doing. He just keeps getting worse and he answers to no one, so no one can stop him without killing him and we all know how that would go.

“I honestly want to see him dead.” I mumble into Mourner’s chest.

“You shouldn’t say that about another fighter. We need all hands on deck if we want to defeat these bastards.”

“No one knows if he’s even one of us. And don’t act like you don’t hate his guts.”

To be fully honest, at this point I think that the four of us at least all want him dead because he’s such a danger to us. He ruins everything and at this point I would rather see him die than accept that he’ll continue to be a part of us.

“While you were asleep, after… everything else, he, umm… he tried to say other things, and.. I just lost it.”

“What does that mean?”

“I put him in a chokehold. I let him go.”

I’m in shock. While I know that we’d all love to do that with Deviant, that’s the first I’ve ever heard of anyone actually doing it, let alone Mourner, who’s usually super relaxed.

For the rest of our conversation, I can barely focus because I’m still stuck on the fact that Mourner actually did that for me of all people. He actually snapped because Deviant started harassing me. I would never expect Mourner to snap like that, let alone to protect me.

The more I think about it though, Mourner has always been really protective over me. I mean I’ve always been protective over him too. Whenever anything happens during a battle, Mourner is the first person I look for to make sure he’s okay.

“You know you really didn’t have to do that.”

“You’re my best friend. Of course I’m going to protect you.”

Everyone else knows this too. I guess Mourner and I are just closer than everyone else. But that doesn’t make sense because we’re all pretty close out here, we don’t have much of a choice given our scenario.

He yawns. “God, I’m tired. If he tries to bother you, just wake me up.”

“Will do.” I say, but he’s asleep by that point.

Mourner has always been my best friend since the moment I met him out here. Ever since we became friends, we were inseparable. And while I’m close with Prophet and Destroyer too, my bond with them is nothing like my bond with Mourner. I can’t really describe it other than saying that I don’t see myself in the future without Mourner, no matter what the circumstance may be.

I think I’d even go as far as to say I’d want to marry him…but I’m not into guys like that…right? I don’t think I am at least. I’ve never put any actual thought into my sexuality until now. I spent the entirety of my life being told that it was a dirty and evil thing, especially if you felt that attraction towards someone of the same gender. If you lived in the city, they could kill you if they found out about that. At the very least, if they found out, life as you knew it was over.

Not to mention that in the asylum, there were some people sent there because their families found out that they had lovers of the same gender. I always felt so much anger and fear for them. And for the longest time, I’ve always figured it was just because they were in the same situation I was just because of who they loved.

But if I do actually like guys…I don’t like Mourner, do I? I mean, my bond with him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with anyone else. I don’t feel the way I do about Mourner towards anyone else I’ve ever met. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, the most amazing person I’d ever met, and I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have him in my life. And I would absolutely marry him if he asked.

What the hell do I even do about these… feelings? I’m not going to tell him, he would never think of me that same way, he would just be disgusted and not want anything to do with me anymore. My heart sinks just thinking about that. I don’t think I could live without him, he’s my everything. I’d do anything to make him happy, and that’s going to mean not telling him that I’m into him.

My god this night has been a disaster. I’m going to feel like such a fake pretending that I’m not in love with Mourner the way I am. It feels weird, we’ve been close for years and just one confession could ruin that. I don’t know how I’m going to stay quiet, but it looks like I’m going to need to learn now…

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burning-omen · 3 years ago

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Take It As a Compliment

Request from anonymous: “..p..piss kink with Andrew!Peter?

Like male!reader is Banging His Back Out and Peter’s so caught up and fucked out that he doesn't even realize. And male!reader just rolls with it and keeps fucking Peter.

Feel free to decline but also I'm on my hand and knees I BEG OF YOU PLEASE”

Summary: After a long day, you and Peter decided to relieve some stress

Warning ⚠️: Piss kink, unprotected sex, mild lack of communication, Peter is Nervous, online school.

A/n: (I got this request 4 minutes after I turned anon asks back on. Please don’t unfollow me) (I was nervous about writing this but I did it anyway, mostly because my best friend wanted to see it. So I wrote it 100% seriously with no shitposting intent)

He should have taken a break hours ago, but he was behind, way behind. He’d let his work as a vigilante get in the way of his assignments and now he only has a few hours to get them done. He was nearly done, luckily, if he was fast enough, he’d be done before you got home, which usually just meant that you two were going to fuck, watch TV, and eat, not always in that order but that was usually the series of events that followed an…enticing day at work for you and a tiring day of online classes for him. Which was basically what your lives had become.

He wasn’t complaining…much. Just a little. But there wasn’t anything he could do. Oh well.

Staring at the same blinking, black line behind that last sentence of his essay, Peter finally submitted it, leaning back in his seat with a tired sigh. He’d definitely was pushing his bodily limits with this one. Little snacks keep him slightly fed throughout the day and late into the night but he hasn’t eaten a full meal, he’s been sitting in the same damn chair for the past 9 hours, and more prominently than anything else..he really has to fucking pee. He realized almost an hour ago, but with just two hours left to turn everything in, Peter wasn’t “wasting” anytime. He finished all of his assignments early, so that was kind of a stupid thought. Just as he was about to get up and book it to the bathroom the bedroom door swung open.

You dropped the bag with your now dirty uniform as soon as you got in the door.

“Peter..” You sighed, feeling relieved by just seeing him.

“Hey..” Peter’s voice was a little higher than it usually was but you didn’t comment on it.

Taking a few steps forward, you wrapped your arms around Peter, he did the same to you, squeezing a bit too tight but, again, you didn’t comment on it.

“I missed you..” you muttered quietly.

He let out a short laugh, of course you did.

“It’s only been 6 hours.”

“6 hours is too long..”

He didn’t say anything, just smiling and holding you tight.

After a few seconds you pulled away, a smile clear on your face, your hands resting on Peter’s waist.

“So, what are our plans for tonight?”

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He should have told you before you started, maybe before you started fucking him, that would have been the perfect time. But no, he’d been completely distracted by you, and your face, and your voice, and the stupid, dirty words you said with it. What was he to do? Whatever it was, he didn’t do it. He figured ‘Well we’ve both had long tiring days, we can’t possibly fuck for that long, shouldnt be physically possible. I can just hold it.’

And hold it he did. He tried so hard. But it’s been an hour, over an hour, and you’re still going, fast, hard and so, so good. His hands clawed at the desk under him that you’d bent him over, paper crumbing in his hand. He tried so hard to hold it, snapping his legs closed only for you to force the open wider than they were before. His entire body was on fire, his body was already sensitive, being one thrust away from pissing himself really wasn’t helping.

“Y-y/n!” he gasped out, “please!”

Pulling his hips back to match your thrust, the loud smacking of skin, along with both of your low, broken gasps and moans.

“Please, what?”

Great question. Does he want you to stop so he can take a quick pee break, or does he grovel and beg for more and hope that he can hold it.

“Please, please, please, fuck! Harder, faster, anything- Please!”

And you did exactly what he asked. Harder, faster and suddenly Peter wished he stayed quiet, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head.

The desk under him rocking and slamming against the wall, adding to the volume of the room.

Everything felt so sensitive, slowly adding to the pressure in his stomach that he’d been denying for far too long.

“Y/n, I-I’m-!”

“I know baby, go ahead..”

He did, he really didn’t mean to, but he did. Thick streaks of cum spewing from the tip of his red, strained cock, his hips sputtered for a moment and his legs shook, his body tensing before finally relaxing. A mistake he didn’t realize before it was too late, thick white turned to transparent yellow faster than he could possibly control.

Peter's face burned red, he was embarrassed, of course he was, he didn’t know what else to be. You’d stopped moving, and Peter’s mind only raced further. Every terrible, disgusted reaction you could have running through his mind. But none of them happened. You put your hand on his back and slowly pushed back in. Peter’s mouth fell open in a silent groan. Despite the piss covering the desk, it’s contents, and the floor, and the inevitable clean up that came afterward, you still fucked him, your grip on his hips almost painful, nails digging in as you chased your own release. It didn’t take long, Peter felt beyond amazing around you. Roughly pulling his hips flush against yours as you came deep inside of him.

After a short moment you pulled out, running you hand through Peter’s hair before muttering, “Good boy..”

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You were definitely going to need more napkins. Fully showered and wrapped in a sheet, Peter stared at you. His face was still burning red 30 minutes after the fact.

“Y/n..” He muttered quietly.

“Yes, my love?”

Usually, his heart would have fluttered and he would have had the widest smile on his face, but he couldn’t.

“Are you-”

“Peter,” you sighed, placing more napkins only for them to be soaked immediately by the puddle under the now cleaned desk, “For the 30th time, no, I am not mad at you, and no, I’m not leaving you over a little piss. I was just… shocked, is all..”

“A little..” he grumbled, bringing the sheet over his face.

“Okay, it’s kinda a lot, but it’s fine, I got this.”

“You sure you don’t want any help?”

“Peter, I can see your knees shaking from here..”

He was silent after that.

Another 20 minutes of cleaning and a second shower later, you crawled into bed with Peter, who dozed off a while ago. Wrapping your arms around him, scooting closer to him. Well, a lot has happened today, you decided to take today's events as a complement.

#peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male!reader #andrew!peter x male!reader #andrew!peter x reader #male reader #x male reader #male!reader #cinnamon

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mtfstuff · 3 years ago

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"And done!", Jake said putting his dumbbells away. He loved to stay in shape. All of his friends thought that he did it to get all the women but in reality he did it to get every man to look at him, but he could never tell his friends. He took a towel to swipe his sweat from his face before he took off his sport shirt. He left his room and walked through the hallway to the kitchen. On his way he walked past the bathroom, where he saw Adam standing in front of the mirror.

"Week 34, still no progress.", Jake heard Adam mutter to himself.

He glanced at Adam and walked to the kitchen.

He went to the coffee machine and started it as Adam walked in.

"Could you please put on a shirt Jake?", Adam asked.

Surprised, Jake turned around and leaned against the counter.

"What? Why?", he asked.

"Your look is demotivating.", Adam answered. "I'm trying so hard to get in shape and you just dont get fat. Its infuriating. I'll never be attractive..."

"Hey now! Dont be mean to yourself.", Jake answered. "If you want I can help you by-"

"By creating another workout routine for me? No thanks. The other two I got from you werent working either. I mean even Sarah left me. I dont know why but I bet its because of my performance and looks."

"Wow, you're down bad, arent you?", Jake murred.

"I'm sorry Jake. I shouldnt let my anger out on you.", Adam said.

"Hey bro, I can really help you."

"How could you help me?"

"Well, its hard to explain... I have this -power- since I was a teenager. I can... Well, I'll show you."

Jake's face turned red in pain as Adam watched his hunky roommate growing a belly and getting bald. Adam didnt believe what he just had witnessed.

"I can transform anyone into anything.", Jake said from his new body. "It's just somewhat painful."

And Jake transformed back into his real self. His curly hair grew back and his sixpack emerged from his belly.

Adam just stood there, mouth open, not able to say anything.

Jake chuckled.

"I knew I could get you speechless.", he said.

Adam shook his head in disbelief before grabbing Jakes hands.

"Please help me! I'd do anything.", he begged.

"Not so fast Adam. If I do this I have to warn you."

"Go on. I'm listening."

"First of all, it will be really, really painful the first time. Second of all, you wont tell anyone about my power. If you do, I'm going to turn you into a pig or something else, like a boot. And finally, you'll help me find my true love after this."

"Alright. Thats cool with me. Now get me my sixpack. Make me a jock like you!"

Jake closed his eyes and concentrated on Adam.

Adam felt a warm sensation moving up his body but this warm sensation quickly turned into pain. Adam dropped to the floor, panting heavily trying to suppress his scream.

His belly started to melt away, to turn into sweat. It revealed a nice sixpack. His arms grew muscles and his calves grew larger. About two minutes later, Adam let out a deep breath and stood up. Sweat was dripping off his body.

Jake threw him a towel.

"I think you need this.", he snickered.

Adam used the towel to wipe of his sweat. Only then he noticed his new body.

"Oh my god! These abs are so tight. And my biceps!", he shouted, lifting one arm.

"Yeah. Look deeper Adam.", Jake said.

Adams gaze followed down his abs to see that his dick had grown too. Only his second thought was that his pants must have ripped.

"Oh shit.", he said putting the towel in front of his dick.

Jake threw him some of his gym clothes and Adam put them on thankfully.

Adam walked towards Jake and kissed him.

"Thank you. For all of this.", he said taking Jakes hand pulling him with him.

"Where are you going?", Jake asked.

"The balcony.", he answered. "I want to show the world how sexy I am."

He pushed open the balcony door.

"Jake... I dont know how to say this...", Adam stammered. "Since you made me like this... I... I think you're really hot. Like love of my life hot."

"I know.", Jake answered. "I feel the same. Lets get inside. Show me your new body to the fullest."

Adam took Jakes hand and followed him inside.

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Story idea and commissioned by @ynew-206

#body switch #male body switch #possession #male body transformation #male transformation

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thithesandofferings · 3 years ago

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Yandere FF7 Crew

Ff7 characters with a sprinkle of yandere. Cloud/ Sephiroth/ Rufus/Zack/Aerith

Minors DNI

TW: yandere themes. Nsfw. Manipulation. Codependency. Gaslighting. Slight angst. Exhibitionism. Sadism. Slight dumbification

Sephiroth- "you look so cute like this" it was so easy to get you. You only saw him as a god. Nothing could sway your sights. Asking for his opinion, following only his orders, until eventually you would refer to him for any and everything. Even eating. You trembled at every word he said. Every action of his had you clenching your thighs together at thoughts of what only he could do to you. He would secretly smirk when showing you a particularly close move. He watched you for a long time. You looked at him like he hung the stars and moons. And to you, he did. You dont need to do anything anymore. No reason to open your pretty little mouth. Your opinions are null and void. You wont ever have to use that cute useless brain again- he can take care of you. Mind, body, and soul. Your knees are fractured and bloody but thats ok, the ropes around you are holding you up just fine. You dont need to know how to ..stand up for yourself- so to speak.

Aerith- "Dont fall in love with me" she had practically told everyone the same thing. But how could you not? She had been so kind and sweet to you. Though as the days passed her eyes darkened with shadows at every conversation between you and her friends that were held. Her grip stronger when she hugged you. Fingers pressing into your lips when you questioned why she always wants you alone. Why was she always so heated when you laughed at the teams jokes? She just wants a little time with you before her own time is up thats all. She knows its bad, she knows she gonna leave, but she cant help but add another finger- listening to your gasping whimpers and hiccupping moans. Your face pressed into her shoulder while she takes you apart. Just let her have this one thing. She doesnt care if youre not fully committed. If she has to, she'll take you with her.

Zack- "you dont have to be so mean- im just trying to help🥺🥺" Youve thought to yourself many of times that Zack may not be what he seems. Obviously gaslighting you to get you on his side. To be the only one to protect you. Hes 1st class, of course he can protect you. How stupid can you be huh? Is your brain hurting from when i bumped into you? That was an accident, you know that right? Are you sure you dont need these pain pills? You know i can make it all better? Why cant you trust me? He will also leave you tied up in his room when hes gone on missions because "well what else are you supposed to do while im gone? What if you get in danger!! You gotta stay here. "Commeee onnn be a good girl for me just once huh? If you dont i wont give you what youve been begging for since you've been tied up" You feel ashamed when your mouth simultaneously dries and waters at the implication. You want it so bad and- and hes a good guy right? One more time and then you can promise yourself you'll leave.

Cloud- "Its not like I want you or anything" Thats not the case at all. He hasnt been staring at you for months. No way. Doesnt have time to figure out your everyday schedule. Who would get all your personal numbers and close contacts? He'd never degrade himself like that. Hes a soldier. Though the moment that you try to correct him of his position- it wont be his fault for closing that impertinent mouth for good. Telling all your contacts that youve run away and he'll do anything to find you. They believe him. Cloud is trustworthy- he would never do anything uncouth. Never would he admit to wanting to hold you face down and make you whine his name and ONLY his name. Shakes his head vehemently at the thought of marking you as his own, maybe even putting a collar on you. Hes never had anything of his own that wasnt taken away. He wont admit it, but hes not letting you go- ever.

Rufus- "You know what youre good for" and you do. Your jaw has been aching for hours- holding him inside your mouth while he purposefully drags on the meeting. Hes not even hard. And that thought shouldnt bring tears to your eyes, but it does. Maybe also the fact that everyone that has ever known you- is sitting at the table watching you choke and gasp and snot on him. He just shifts his hips up and chokes you just a little more with a shitty grin. "Make me come and maybe i wont kill you"

#Wow i was just dreaming about this and it had to come out #should i make a second part?#yandere #ff7 #final fantasy headcanon #thithesandofferings #sephiroth #cloud #aerith #ffvii rufus #ff7 zack #final fantasy x reader #dark content #cloud x reader #sephiroth x reader #aerith x reader #zack x reader #rufus x reader

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tastyykpop · 4 years ago

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𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒-Part 1

Pairings: yandere mafia leader!baekhyun x reader

Genre: suggestive, smut in later chapters, angst probs, fluff here and there but its very lowkey

《teaser next》

Warnings: kidnapping, drug use, alcohol consumption, baeks kinda crazy, pet names, master kink, spanking (he literally spanks her once), choking (not in a kinky way), mentions of blood and murder

Word count: 4.9k

Tag list: @wooya1224 @geniusloey tell me if you want to be tagged!!

⚠️ this is purely fictional and not how I imagine baekhyun to actually act. If you feel like you're in a situation like this please run and report it. I do not support this behavior.

How long has it been? 3 or 5 days? Maybe even a week. You didnt know nor did you care. But why would you? You've gave up caring ever since your boyfriend, Sungho was murdered right in front of you, but you couldn't even see who the murderer was which drove you insane.

Tears and blood stained your pretty skin that night, so much agony and rage ran through your veins. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and scream until you passed out. But its been days since you've gotten a proper good night's sleep and it was eating you away ever so slowly. Everytime you closed your eyes, you remembered that dreadful day, Sungho's screams, the terror on his beautiful face, his lifeless bloody body. What did he do to deserve death? Why did it have to be him?

"Y/n! Y/n, its been four days please come out of your room!" It was the familiar voice of your mother and her knocking that brought you back to reality. She was almost begging, she hasn't seen you since you locked yourself away that night so you couldnt blame her for being worried, but you were fine. "I'm coming in."

She pushed your door open to see you cuddling your blanket with no emotion on your face. You looked at her with barely any care and rolled over, facing away from her.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You know y/n, we'll get to the bottom of this and have them put behind bars. It's gonna be ok-"

"No its not," you rasped from not using your voice in so long, "I dont even know what the murderer looked like, how can we put them behind bars!?" There was a small pause, she knew finding them wasnt likely which hurt you like hell, but she was still trying her best to comfort you.

"...At least come out of your room, everyone's worried." Your mother pleaded and though you really didnt want to move, you didnt want to upset or worry anyone any further so you got up.

With a smile, she did the same and led you downstairs to where you dad and sister were. They tensed when they saw you, but nonetheless smiled sadly, thanking the heavens you were okay.

"You look horrible..." your sister, Haeun, commented making you cringe. It wasnt like she was wrong, you spent four days not taking a shower and sitting in the same clothes so of course you looked bad, who wouldn't.

You excused yourself and went into the kitchen grabbing the first thing you saw, a bottle of vodka. Now it wasnt the best drink you could've had, but you decided to drink away your pain and suffering since you couldnt take the heart ache any longer.

"Shes doing it again." Your mother whispered but you heard her clear as day. "Shouldnt we stop her?"

"What for? She won't listen and she's traumatized. There's nothing much we could do right now." Your dad spoke with sadness watching as you took a quick swig from the substance.

Normally, you're not one to drink vodka but now it felt good, maybe too good. The more you drank it, the less pain you were in. It could last forever, you thought, but nothing lasts forever.

As you poured yourself another drink, you started wondering about Sungho again. If there were an afterlife, was he happy there? Would he be watching over you, making sure you were happy and healthy?If only it were that simple.

Though you and him were starting to drift off a bit, you still cared and loved him and now you're starting to take everything you guys went through for granted. Its what you get.

Standing up, you left the kitchen a bit dizzy from only drinking alcohol and having nothing else in your system and went back upstairs to take a shower. You decided after drinking, you wanted to go to the club you always go to. Normally, you didnt go on a Thursday, but you thought since you haven't been out in a while that it would be good to leave and breathe in the fresh air.

You took a fairly quick shower and your hair and makeup didnt take long either. Finally stopping to look at yourself in the mirror, your saw how pale and tired you were. Almost lifeless. You figured that once you finally have a good time, it would all go away and you'd be happy again.

"Where are you going?" You jumped at the voice of Haeun who appeared out of nowhere.

"To the club." You stated nonchalantly,

Haeun frowned, "Thats not a good idea, all you'll do is drink until you pass out. And there's always weirdos waiting for their turn with someone vulnerable like that."

A smile formed on your face trying to lighten up the mood a bit, "Ill be fine. I promise nothing bad will happen."

Haeun sighed, almost sounding like a bratty child who didn't get their way because she knew she wouldn't change your mind no matter how hard she tried. It sucked to have a stubborn sibling like yourself.

Sehun rolled his eyes at the sight of Baekhyuns scheduled flirting session. The girl was dressed in barely anything and he could tell she was probably Baekhyuns new toy for the night as he started getting handsy with her. But Sehun could see how Baekhyuns eyes weren't always looking at her. Instead, they sometimes searched passed the girl in hopes to find something else. He knew what, actually who he was searching for so he never asked or mentioned it.

He remembered you perfectly. Your calm and sleeping figure laying peacefully on your boyfriends chest. It was a shame he had to wake you up while he killed the man. And it was a shame to see such a pretty girl cry and scream with such fright in her eyes.

But Sehun didn't feel that bad, he did what he was supposed to do with only a little remorse.

"Sehun," Baekhyun called, the younger lifted his head waiting for him to continue, "Are you sure you didn't hurt my little toy the other day?"

Sehun scoffed, "If I did, I'd be dead by now, hyung."

The man chuckled sadistically , "She hasn't been here in a while," Baekhyun looked up from the girl and turned to Sehun, "Its only safe to ask."

"Hyung, I told you before that shes probably scared." Sehun face palmed when Baekhyun glared at him.

"A little red shouldnt effect someone that bad."

"I kil-" Sehun stopped what he was about to say, forgetting about the girl straddling Baekhyuns lap and cleared his throat, "Shes not used to stuff like that, Baek."

He didn't care about what Sehun said and ignored the youngests pointless blabbering, returning his attention back the girl only for a short amount of time until something caught his attention.

You walked in his club with confidence and beauty not giving any staring man the time of day and took your usual seat at the bar. After ordering your drink, you put your head in your arms and Baekhyun grinned.

Now was his chance, there's no way anyone will get in his way and there was no way he'd let this chance go.

"Stay here." Baekhyun said to Sehun, pushing the girl off him as he stood up. She almost pulled him back but he gave her such a terrifying death glare that made her stop.

"Theres no way youre actually gonna go talk to her...right?" Sehun questioned a bit shocked that Baekhyun was actually going to you after so long.

"Of course I am, I'll be back." With that, Baekhyun walked away from the two with only one thing on his mind: you.

He waltzed with a smirk of pure evil. What would he do? Only God knew, but he couldnt help himself when he saw your pretty face.

All eyes watched Baekhyun stop next to you, astonished that he went to talk to a girl and not the other way around, "Excuse me sweetheart," You popped your head up in the direction Baekhyun spoke, he took a seat next to you with an almost comforting smile when he saw your red cheeks, "But are you okay."

You wanted to spill everything that happened so bad because you needed to get it out, but you didnt know the man and neither did he know you so all you could do was nod, "Im fine."

Baekhyun knew behind your lying eyes was someone in pain and searching for a person to hold, but he couldnt do anything just yet and tried loosening you up to him so he could do what he wanted to do in the first place.

"C'mon sweetheart, you can tell me anything." He smiled that charismatic smile of his, "I'm easy to talk to."

It was believable for the most part and you laughed a bit, the first laugh you actually had since that tragic night, "You seem like a sweet talker," you smirked causing Baekhyun to chuckle, "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch, I just wanted to know if youre okay. And besides, I could tell you've been crying." He pointed to your tear stained cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself for unintentionally crying just a few moments ago.

"Oh.."

"Dont worry," He chuckled, "Whatever it is im sure you'll get over it." Baekhyun almost failed to hide his sinful smug as you frowned and covered it quickly with a swig of your drink.

But something inside was eating you away about what happened, you needed to let out your emotions and you started caring less and less that he was a stranger. Then again, what if you scared him away? What will happen next?

"At least tell me your name first," You blushed and shyly looked over at him who had an expecting glint in his eyes, "Then maybe ill tell you why I'm so upset."

Baekhyun stretched his hand out in front of him and you gently shook it. Damn he had a strong grip, "My names Byun Baekhyun and you?" He asked as if he didnt know who you were.

"Y/n L/n." You beamed, wondering why his name was so familiar. "So uh- my story..." Fumbling with the drink in your hands, you sighed heavily, "Long story short, my boyfriend was...murdered in front of me." You mumbled the last bit, but you didnt need to repeat yourself as Baekhyun already knew every single detail of that night thanks to Sehun.

Placing a soft hand on your shoulder he whispered with fake sympathy, "I understand now why you're so upset," Liar, "I feel terrible," No he doesn't.

He wiped a stray tear that had slipped down your cheeks and sent you a solemn look.

"I-its in the past i guess." You muttered, "I can't change a thing about it."

Damn right you couldnt. Even if there were some form of time travel, Baekhyun wouldn't dare let you try and change the past because that would mean you weren't entirely his. But since there isn't anything like that, Baekhyun has nothing to worry about except figuring out how to bring you back with him.

"Would you like a glass of water, y/n?" Baekhyun asked quickly as a thought popped into his head. You nodded your head slowly and Baekhyun called over the bartender. You werent really paying attention to him ordering the water and just let your mind slip to the sound of the music and looked around the room, tapping your fingers to the beat, but you stopped when you felt a pair of sharp eyes watching you from somewhere. You looked here and there before stopping on a man that was a about a few inches taller than Baekhyun. He had a eerie grin on his face when you noticed him, then he winked.

Chills went down your spine and you spun yourself around in your chair facing forwards causing Baekhyun to raise an eyebrow but he didnt question it.

"Heres the water." He handed the drink over and you thanked him before taking a sip. It tasted a bit weird but not all water tasted the same, though it was slightly dry for water.

"So tell me about yourself, y/n." Baekhyun checked his watch, all he needed was fifteen minutes then you were all his. "You seem like an interesting person." He looked up and smiled.

"Well," You thought about what was possibly interesting enough to tell him, "Im in my second year of college!" A smile crossed your lips.

"Oh really? Where do you go?" Baekhyun did seem interested to know some parts of your life. Somehow, you caught his attention like that. Thats why Sehun was a surprised when he finally made his move with you.

"Seoul of Performing Arts." You beamed. It was the happiest moment in your life when you got accepted and all of your family members, extended and close, celebrated your acceptance, "My boyfriend, Sungho, went there too."

He just about rolled his eyes but replaced it with a nod and a fake warm smile. If you knew him better, you'd know that smile was only him clenching his jaw in anger.

"How cute." The glint in his eyes proved he was lying and maybe you were too stupid or innocent to notice when you took another sip of water.

He watched and wished his plan could go faster, he was excited to have fun with his pretty little toy and he couldnt wait any longer.

"What about you?" You raised a brow. There was still something in your gut that made you feel like you knew him. And you still wondered why. Was he someone famous in the city? Maybe you've heard your friends mention him here and there? What was it about him that was so familiar?

"You'll know soon enough kitten." You frowned at the pet name as he pat your head like you were a small child yet you chose to ignore it.

It was a bit outlandish and made you more skeptical to know who he was.

"Thats not very reassuring, Baekhyun." Your quirked.

"Why tell you when I can just show you?" He leaned in, mocking your now pouty lips and chuckled, "The drugs should be setting in by now."

You lifted your head up with wide eyes, "Wait what?" Did you hear him right? Did he say what you thought he said? "What do you mean drugs!?" You said with awestruck as your heart raced in fear. You hoped to god he was just joking

The man before you smirked that unpleasant smirk of his, almost like the guy you saw before and you started panicking more, knowing he wasn't kidding. You tried to get up and run but you felt so woozy in a matter of seconds. Not to mention the sudden pain in your stomach that made you want to throw up. What was Baekhyuns plan? Why did he do this!? You thought at least one thing could go right tonight and maybe you could have fun, but you were wrong. So so wrong.

Trying to leave the club building, you knew you wouldn't make it but you still wanted to attempt an escape. It didn't have to be like this. Each step made it harder to move and your eyes started drooping. It was too late for you.

Already collapsed on the ground, people gasped and stared at your almost lifeless body as Baekhyun tilted his head to the side, "She tried, ill give her that." He walked over and crouched down next to you, moving the hair out of your pale face, "But not hard enough."

In an instant, your body was thrown over the man's shoulder. No one commented on anything that happened in fear that they could be next. It was impossible to say that they felt bad either, they were just glad it didn't happen to themselves.

"Sehun," He called out to the younger male but Sehun was already ahead of him, "You drive." He tossed him the keys.

With a nod they both walked out, you on Baekyuns shoulder as he took you to the expensive car. Gently, he placed you down in backseat, putting your seatbelt on for you, and climbed in on the other side to sit next to you.

"All this just for a girl." Sehun shook his head but needless to say he still smirked, "Youre loosing yourself, hyung." The car sparked and drove off into the night, no cops came searching. They knew better. And neither was there news of your kidnapping, the city stayed quiet.

Sure once your parents realized you were gone they'd start freaking out, but would they dare mess with Baekhyun? Would anyone actually try to mess with him? The mafia could easily answer that with an optimistic no. Remember, Baekhyun had power. No one is going to stop him.

"How long will she be out for?" Sehun asked.

Baekhyun shrugged, "Like an hour or two." He was excited for your life with him now, he knew you were finally his after a year of watching you come and go in his club, plus the small stalking he did when he wanted to see you, and he could only smile. No one can get in between him and your love anymore. "Shes gonna love it when she gets home!"

Sehun chuckled at Baekhyuns almost child like enthusiam and started, "She seems a bit innocent," he paused, looking back at your passed out body in the mirror before returning back to the road, "Normally women don't look off into space when someone's buying them a drink."

"Maybe she's a bit slow, but she wouldn't be here with me if that didn't happen."

The candle flickered in the dark as you awoke on a strange bed. You're head was pounding a bit as you tried looking around at your unfamiliar surroundings. What happened? Was your first thought and you started questioning where you were too. You knew something wasn't right but you couldn't understand why.

You tried getting up only to be locked in place by restraints on your wrists. They were only silk but they were tied tight enough to keep you still. Tilting your head in confusion, you heard foot steps coming towards the door and stopping for a mere few seconds before the door handle twisted.

You anticipated what was going to happen, you didnt even know what was going on in the first place, but you remembered the man standing in front of you.

"B-Baekhyun..?"

"Hey, kitten." That sinister smile was plastered on his face. You were sure it held more meanings then just one.

"Where a-am i?"

He almost cooed at your curiosity but composed himself, "At my mansion, where you'll be staying from now on."

There was a moment where you had to think, interestingly enough what Baekhyun said didnt even frighten you in the slightest, but then again you were high off the drug.

"C-Can you u-untie my hands please?" Your voice was soft and quiet, Baekhyun noticed you werent fully aware of your surroundings and complied, untying the silk from your wrists.

Your eyes were a little dilated when you looked at him. He was gorgeous, you had to give him that, though you wanted to remember why something wasn't sitting right with him. "Baekhyun?"

He looked up with a hum.

"Who...are y-you to me?" You squinted your eyes at the man who sat on the bed next to you, drawing small shapes on your thigh in a sort of loving manner.

"Your boyfriend, y/n."

Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?

"I have a boyfriend..?" You muttered and asked more to yourself than to him, but he snickered, knowing way more than you did.

"Kitten you drank too much, go back to sleep." He lied and pushed your shoulders down so you were flat against the mattress.

"I-i did?" You whined when Baekhyun kissed your cheek. He always wanted to kiss more than your cheek, he couldnt bring himself to do that unless you were fully conscious for him.

"Yes baby girl, so get some sleep."

You grumbled, "I-Im not t-tired."

Baekhyun sighed, "Then what would the pretty girl like to do?"

You perked up on the mattress and grinned, "Im hungry!"

"Youre hungry?" Baekhyun repeated with a smile at your small childlike energy and you nodded back, "I can ask someone to make you something if you'd like."

"Please!"

He stood up, waiting for you to do the same but since you weren't very awake, you stumbled a bit.

Baekhyun settled with carrying you to the mansions kitchen, awing at your cuteness the whole time. It was a bit of a walk but luckily you were light.

Sitting you down, Baekhyun walked off, finding someone to cook for you. In your state, you felt a bit lonely, only knowing Baekhyun and not your surroundings, it made you feel a bit lost. It shocked you too how you didnt remember Baekhyun being your boyfriend, you started question the relationship between the two of you more.

"Princess i got you your favorite dish!" He walked in with a plate of jjajangmyeon and set it down in front of you.

Your mouth was watering and you were ready to dig in before wondering, "H-How do you know m-my favorite dish?"

Baekhyun hesitated at the question before clearing his throat and spoke with a raised brow, "We're dating y/n, why wouldn't I know what you like?"

"Uh yeah..right...." you dug in, your mind was starting to clear up a bit, not enough for you to fully remember anything though. But the more you thought, the more consciousness you regained.

Baekhyun watched as you gobbled down the meal with full satisfaction. This wouldn't be the first time he's watched you and neither would it be the last. He liked knowing you were eating well and were healthy so he was proud.

"I-im done!"

"Good girl. Now wait for me to come back so we can go to bed, okay?" You nodded and sat patiently as he took your plate and waited for your boyfriend to come back.

A few moments later, Baekhyun still was no where to be seen and your mind was slowly coming back, "N-no...wait." mumbling to yourself, you figured it out in just mere seconds and remembered that your boyfriend was brutally murdered four days ago in front of you. After four days you went to the bar to drink away the anguish and met someone, that someone was Byun Baekhyun. After thirty or so minutes of talking to him, you were drugged when you werent paying attention and passed out minutes later. Now you were here at Baekhyuns mansion, lied to and kidnapped. "Oh fuck."

The chair scraped against the floor and you wasted no time running to your hopeful freedom.

But you weren't a lucky person. Oh no you weren't. You were tossed and pushed against the door you were about to open by someone much bigger. He was the same guy you saw at the bar and his smirk was nothing different. Cynical and frightening.

The man stepped closer to you before putting one hand next to your head and whispered, "Are you playing a cat and mouse game with hyung now? How cute." Standing tall, he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you back to where you came. You groaned and tried fighting back, but there was no use, he wasn't going to let go until after he practically threw you into Baekhyuns arms.

You were about to scream at Baekhyun and the no name man until Baekhyun covered your mouth with his hand, "Say something and you'll regret it." He growled into your ear as you shook and fought.

You hummed against him and tried biting his hand and punching his side, but he was like a man of steel and let it happen, only raising his brow like he wanted to hurt you, but didnt.

"Sehun, tell Chanyeol to lock all the doors for the next week or so 'til she learns how to behave."

The man nodded and ran off leaving you two alone. Fear was one way to describe it and the look Baekhyun gave you didnt help.

"Now kitten why would you go and do some shit like that? Are you asking to be punished?" He took his hand off your mouth to let you speak. Baekhyuns aura was much different than earlier. The nice guy was gone and you were left with a man who could kill you with just one look.

You stopped hitting him and screamed viciously, "Fuck you! You're fucking insane!"

"Now now princess," he pressed a hand to your throat, wrapping it tighter and tighter until you felt the oxygen leave your lungs, "It seems as if you're asking for a punishment."

"I-if you...s-so dare to-touch..any other p-part of my body, i-ill....kill you..." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist in attempts to pull him off but Baekhyun was relentless, keeping his grasp tight and painful.

"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder for yourself."

There were two options now, either listen to Baekhyun or fight until you passed out again.

"Princess." His voice held a warning tone and you hesitantly stopped and moments later he loosened his grip, you knew there would be marks by tomorrow, "We are going to bed now. Don't try to run, I have this place guarded up and if you do somehow make it out, be prepared because I will find you and beat your ass until you can't sit for a month. Understand?"

Your stomach did flips and not in a good way, you were scared, "Y-yes."

"Can you say 'yes master'?" His voice went higher as he said the last part to mimic yours.

You sighed, positive if you didnt comply then you'd be here all night, "Yes m-master..."

"Good girl." He kissed your cheek and you almost smacked him in disgust but tried not to act aggressive towards him. You wanted to leave, not be punished by whatever he had in mind. "Call me that from now on."

Baekhyun grabbed your hand and led you to the room you were just in, now that you took a good look, it was a pretty room. There was a red sofa against the wall and some other matching chairs plus a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall facing the bed. You had to admit, he had good taste but he was still insane.

As you sat down on the bed, Baekhyun reached into his draw to pull out a t-shirt and handed it to you with a wide smile, but you raised a brow at the fabric.

"No pants?" You asked.

Baekhyun chuckled, "What for?"

"Because of creeps like you." You grumbled and snatched the shirt that dangled in front of your face before storming off into the connected bathroom. Inside, you could hear Baekhyuns annoying laugh and ignored it, changing into the surprisingly very oversized shirt that went down to your mid thigh.

Taking the clothes you wore earlier, you went back into the room where Baekhyun laid peacefully on the bed, waiting for you.

He only had his boxers on which made you groan in anger and decided to not lay on the bed and instead on the couch near it.

"Princess, what are you doing?" He perched himself on his elbows, watching you throw your clothes on the ground then take the folded blanket on the couch and wrap yourself with it as you laid down.

"Going to sleep, master." You stated coldly with a glare.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, "Get over here." He said, voice low and laced with dominance but you remained still, closing your eyes and pretending as if you were asleep. "Y/n." He warned but there was no reply.

"Thats it." You heard him get up and march to where you laid. Baekhyun picked you up and you yelped at the sudden intrusion and were thrown over his shoulder.

Smacking his back got you nowhere as he threw you down on the bed, pinning both your hands down and hovered over you with a killing look, "Next time you don't listen, ill bend you over my knee."

"Youre all talk, no action." In an instant you were flipped over and a hand landed straight on your bare ass, leaving you shocked and mouth agape.

"Are you sure, kitten? Would you like me to spank you again?"

"N-no."

"No what?"

"N-no master.."

Baekhyun slowly let you go and laid beside you, still a bit irrated. "Now go to sleep."

You couldnt. Not with the lingering fear of what could happen next. Plus, not with his arm wrapped around your waist with a somewhat tight hold. You were just too scared to let your gaurd down. Why shouldn't you be scared though? What if he took advantage of your sleeping body and did something terrible.

There was no way you could get rest now. You could now count this as your fifth day without proper sleep.

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zaikaglow · 4 years ago

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Umbrageous

Pairing: Erwin x Reader (eventually Reader x Eren, Reader x Levi, Reader x Hange maybe more)

Summary: Your mom has married the ever handsome Erwin Smith but the two of you have started an illicit affair under her nose. As you become more jealous of being the other women you start to engage in office affairs to try and force Erwin’s hand.

Content Warnings: Step dad! Erwin, alcoholism, size kink, cheating, pseudoincest, unprotected sex

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“So I basically make copies, paginate those copies, go on coffee runs. I’m the office bitch basically” Eren says rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, the other resting on the table on the stack of copies he was previously holding now resting on the table. While the office area where clients would come was nicely furnished and brightly light with floor to ceiling windows this backroom filled with equipment was dimly light with no windows and a disgustingly 70’s style wall color. “They also stuck you back in the worst part of the building, I kinda figured the whole building would have been nice” you say. “Oh well out front where Mr.Smith and Mr.Ackerman have their offices are nice for the clients but back where the paralegals and interns are it's pretty groody huh?” he gives a slight chuckle looking up just enough to meet your eyes. “So Eren what are you up to tonight” you say, cocking your head to the side and biting your bottom lip. You wanted to make sure he got the hint loud and clear, it seemed like a great form of revenge, you fucking Erwin’s little intern. It would be an utterly appropriate relationship that would raise red flags if he dared object to it and the best part was that he’d have to see this boy everyday knowing he violated his little princess. Would it make Eren’s life harder? Probably but you really didn’t care that much, you could only think about how smug you’d feel seeing Erwin ticked off at the boy. The boy's eyes widened and you could tell he was trying to suppress a smile “uh I uh, you know I wasn't actually doing anything” he breaks eye contact to look at the ceiling “but if you want maybe you and me, we could do something. Together” he looks back to meet your eyes looking nervous as hell. He’s desperately hoping that's what you wanted to hear, that you weren't just trying to make polite small talk. You stand up from the doorway you had been leaning on to and grab a piece of paper out of the recycling pile and pluck the pen that had been sitting behind Erens ear and begin to scrawl. “Here’s my address, pick me up at 7” you flash him a smile before leaving making sure to not give him the chance to ask for your number. That was intentional just giving him the address so that way he’d have to come to the door, no ‘i'm outside texts', you wanted to rub it in Erwin's face.

Later that night you were sitting at your vanity putting the final touches on your makeup for the night when there was a knock at the door “come in”. You already knew who it was by the heavy footsteps as he was coming up the stairs, but you still couldn't help but to smirk when Erwin opened the door, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He came up behind you and placed his large hands on your bare shoulders feeling the warmth radiating down. “Who are you getting all dolled up for” comes out in a cold monotone voice, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. You finish wiping the sticky pink lipgloss on and reply in a condescending tone “Oh didn't I tell you”? A devious smile spreads across your face “that handsome intern asked me on a date”. Erwin clenches his jaw, grip on your shoulders tightening “ y/n I know you're mad at me about today” he exhales “but this is just childish”. “Aww daddy don't tell me you're jealous of the little Jager boy”. “I'm not jealous of a child like him, and put a jacket or something on that's barely a shirt” he removes his hands from your shoulders and briskly walks out the door.

Erwin is sitting down in the living room with your mom reading the paper when the doorbell rings. He puts down the paper and goes to open the door, “Mr.Smith, kinda weird to see you outside of work i'm here to pick up y/n”. Without breaking eye contact with Eren, Erwin shouts up the stairs “y/n, the Jager boy is here”. As you start to come down the stairs your mom gets up to go check out the new visitor “oh y/n he is handsome, good choice” Eren blushes “uh thanks Mrs.Smith”. You practically skip down the stairs and give Eren a hug at the door, Erwin can see you listened when he told you to put on a jacket over that black halter crop top but you also went ahead and changed out your jeans for a skirt. He knows that he can't say anything right now, not with your mom standing beside him, but he’s jealous. The way you have your arm wrapped around the Jager boy’s waist knowing that he’ll put his filthy hands on his little princess putting his cock where it doesn't belong. The only thing he can think to say is “have her back by 10”.

Eren’s car isn't anywhere as nice as Erwin’s but it's not like you expected it to be. Erwin is a wealthy big shot lawyer and Eren is a college intern but it feels almost weird to be so low to the ground in a car. You're parked at a scenic pull out overlooking the city. There are some picnic tables in the nearby trees but it's not the right season so you two are utterly alone in this small dirt parking lot. Eren is tapping the steering wheel nervously and stealing the occasional glance in your direction “so y/n are you sure you don't want to go and do something? We could go bowling or there's some 24 hour diners nearby”. You prop up one of your feet on the seat below you causing your skirt to ride up your thigh, Eren steals another glance this time lingering on your exposed thigh “I’m perfectly happy right here Eren” you say tilting your head in his direction. “Y/n..I dont want you to feel like i'm trying to take advantage of you” comes out in a low husky voice. You get up, placing your knees underneath you on the seat and place your hand on Eren’s arm as you slowly start to move up towards his face till your fingers grasp his jaw and turn his face towards yours “you're not taking advantage of me Eren”. You pull him into a kiss, it's different from how Erwin’s is. With Erwin it's firm and there's this sense of urgency of “don't get caught” of “this is wrong, we shouldnt do this” but Eren is gentle and warm and kisses you like it's right. His fingers nervously brush against your jaw like he’s afraid you'll break if he touches you too hard “Why don't we move to the back seat” you whisper brushing your fingers into his hair causing him to lean into your touch and eyelids shut “okay” he replies.

Eren’s shirt is off and he’s leaning over your fingers in your hair, and things feel nice of course you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties but this is no way to make a point. You move one of your hands up to his jaw pushing his head up and tilting his jaw down to look at you while the other goes to palm him through his jeans. He’s so beautiful the way the loose tendrils of hair fall against his forehead, his green eyes lids heavy with lust. Maybe you could be happy with him, you could stop fucking your stepdad and be happy having a normal relationship with an age approrait boy. But unfortunately you're a little too twisted to give up on Erwin, you know fucking someone like Eren would amount to the thrill of fucking the one man you were never supposed to touch. Your mind was made up “Eren, I want you to be rough with me” his eyes go wide “o-okay I can do that” he says. His lips meet yours again though this time rougher, he places a peck on the corner of your mouth before starting to trail down to your neck, finally about to give you what you really want “I want you to mark me Eren” you can feel his cock twitch in his pants at the words as he latches on tighter to your neck leaving wet spots that begin to darken. His hands lift off your top, breasts bouncing after being freed from the tight shirt’s confines. He gives them a squeeze before placing his mouth on the right nipple and his delicate fingers roll the left. “If you only do my neck my tits are going to feel left out Eren” he glances up before moving his mouth higher on your breast to start leaving more hickies. Your thighs are squeezing together and you can't take it anymore going to unbutton his jeans and slipping your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers pulling both down freeing his cock to slap against his stomach. His cock was much smaller than Erwin's, not tiny by any means, just not as massive, but it was pretty and veiny and the head was starting to leak. Eren’s hands move down first pulling off your skirt but then pauses to look at your grey panties and how he can see how soaked they are from your arousal. He runs his middle finger over your chlothed slit “hmm is that all for me”. “Of course who else would it be for?” you hook your thumbs under the waistband before Eren’s places his hands over yours “I wanna be the one to do it” he starts to drag them down going slowly so he can see how your arousal sticks to the undergarments before breaking. You take your hard and use your thumb to rub a bead of precum over the head. “Y/n i'm sorry I honestly didn't expect this tonight I don't have any condoms”

“Hmm its okay im on birth control” you say as you guide him by his cock to your entrance. When he makes contact he puts his arms under yours hands gripping your shoulders and burying his face in your neck as he bottoms out. His hips start to move in and out and you can feel the way the head of his dick brushes up against your sweet spot. Eren starts to pull out a little only fucking you with the first few inches stimulating your enough but leaving you begging for him to fill you up and then when you least expect it he pushes in with his full length repeating this process a few more times before you finally feel his warm cum painting your insides. Eren brings his head up and gives your cheek a wet kiss “you didnt cum did you”? “No but that's okay I still enjoyed it”. He rubs his nose against your check and whispers “nuh uh I want to make you cum too, come here”. He pulls out and sits back against the door of the car and gestures for you to come sit in between his legs. You comply leaning your head back in the crook of his neck as he places one hand on your breast and the other starts to circle your clit fingers dipping into the mess from earlier to lube up his finger “how does that feel” he whispers “i-its good” you whimper back. He has two fingers gently pumping in and out and his thumb circling around your swollen bud and your grip his thighs as you feel the tension in your stomach start to reach its breaking point before you release on his fingers adding to the wetness between your thighs. Eren wraps his arms around you and whispers “that a good girl”

It’s 10:15pm when Eren drops you back off making jokes about Erwin firing him every minute it passed 10pm and nervously glancing at the hickeys littering your neck. Before you got out he had said “I hope that wasn't just a one time thing y/n, I think I actually really like you” and you had assured him that this wasn't a one night stand and that you'd see him again. When you finally walk in Erwin was sitting in his reading chair by the door, you walk in and head right up the stairs pretending he wasn't even there. In your room you start to undress when the door opens no knocking. “What the hell did he do to you?” Erwin says grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. He places his fingers over the dark hickies, a look that's a mix of hurt and disgust coming over his face. “Oh come on daddy you know it would be weirder if I didn't go out with your handsome little intern, and I know how you like keeping up your appearances” you smile sweetly at him. You're thinking you finally did it, you got under his skin and you were about to get what you wanted, him all to yourself when suddenly his face goes back to an almost blank expression. “You know what y/n you're right it would be strange if a girl as pretty as you were to remain single the whole time, I think this is actually a good idea”. Erwin takes his hands and brushes your hair back behind your ears and gives you a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room “goodnight princess”. You're so angry he was okay with this, with another man marking you up? It would apparently take a lot more to get under Erwin Smith's skin, you think slamming your hands down on the vanity in frustration.

Two weeks later you're with Eren in his room, him laying his head on your lap talking away while you play with his hair. “Your dad must be pretty protective of you because I swear he’s been crazy rough on me ever since I took you out that first night. I mean I thought he liked me enough since Mr.Ackerman gave me his recommendation and you know how those guys are like best buds” you start to listen more intensely than you had before “Really? My dad doesn't like to talk about work stuff that much around me I haven't heard about Mr.Ackerman”. Eren shifts up a little bit seemingly more curious “Seriously he never mentioned him? Those guys are like crazy close there was even a rumor that they were in a secret relationship but then he married your mom and Mr.Smith just really doesnt seem like the guy to fuck around on his wife” he continues “I actully really like Mr.Ackerman too he’s my sisters cousin, shes adopted so he’s not my cousin but Ive known him a while and I owe him a lot I used to make some bad choices but he kinda kicked my ass into gear and got me on the path I am now, thats why im pre-law and he even helped me get this internship”. The way Eren is looking up at you is just so sweet and filled with love and the way he’s so comfortable just telling you all this makes you feel really bad. Because while Eren’s a nice guy and all it seems like the best way to finally truly get under Erwin’s skin, enough to get what you want is to fuck this Mr.Ackerman.

#erwin x reader #erwin x y/n #eren jeager x reader #eren x you #levi x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot fanfiction #aot modern au #aot

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years ago

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me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚

#lbaf

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zmayadw · 4 years ago

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'Morning to all!

A bussy weekend is in front of me, so I'll post the next part of the story now :)

Wish you all a great weekend! :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 22

Mayas POV

I barely managed to get any sleep. I woke up every little, checking if Jake was breathing. I was terrified seeing him yesterday, but also relieved when they finaly got back. I got out of bed, glancing once more at him before i closed the door, heading for the kitchen. Jessy was already there, with fresh coffee just about done. „'Morning.“ I said to her, both of us sharing the same sleepless face. I sat down, Jessy joining me after a minute, handing me a cup. „Is Dan ok?“ i asked, guilt for what happened crawling at me. „He will be.“ She started, and chuckled a bit „I think his pride got more hurt then him actually.“ I smiled at it a bit. „I'm sorry, Jessy.“ She looked at me „What for?“ „For all of this.“ I said and sighed „What if something happened to Dan again? I mean, worse then it did yesterday. Things just got somewhat normal for you, and now i've pulled you back again in some weird shit.“ Jessy took my hand, squeezing it hard „Hey, we both told you before, we're here for you. And not just for the good part.“ „I know, Jessy, but i dont want for anything to happen to any of you, i could never forgive myself for it.“ Just the tought of something happeneing to her, or Dan, ached me. She smiled at me „We're in this together, and there's nothing you can say or do that will make us change our minds.“ „You can say that again!“ Dans voice came from the door, and we both turned to him. „And, besides“ he said, taking a cup from the cupboard and filling it with coffee „Your man would be lost without me.“ He turned to us, grinning. I laughed „You are starting to like him more and more, aren't you?“ Dan sat down and looked all serious at me „I will neither confirm nor deny this!“ Jessy and me laughed at it, Dan winking at me with a grin. „Thank you, both of you, for everything.“ Jessy smiled at me, and Dan said „All right, all right, its too early for that wooshy mooshy stuff.“ He got up, going to the fridge, opening it and rubbing his hands together „Its time for Dans special eggs breakfast.“ I looked at Jessy, rising my eyebrow „Do i dare to eat that?“ She laughed „Dont worry, it's actually good.“

Dans cooking skills wer pretty good, he made us a great breakfast, I had no idea i was that hungry. I helped Jessy clear the table after we finished, refilling my coffee cup before sitting down again. „Dan, what happened yesterday?“ i asked. He looked at me a bit uneased „Shouldnt we wait for Jake to join us for this?“ „Please, Dan, who knows how long he will be asleep. I just need to know.“ Jessy looked at him, squeezing his hand „I'm sure Jake wont mind.“ She was as much impatient as me to find out. Dan switched glances between the two of us, sighing desperatly „All righ, fine. But just for the record, if he asks, you two better stand up for me.“ We both just nooded at him. „Ok.“ he said, taking a deep breath before he started telling us about last night.

„What the hell is going on here?“ Jessy said, confusion all over her face. I was as much confused as her, but i was more concerned about the pictures part. Just the thought of someone watching me, following me arround, sent chills down my spine. What was happening here? What was this all about? Was this related to the prior events, or was this something completely different? There wer so manny questions in my head, but no answers to any of it. „You all right there, Maya?“ Dan asked, looking worryingly at me. „Im fine“ i said. „I mean, im not fine, this is all getting freaking confusing more and more!“ Both of them wer looking at me intensly now. „But dont worry, i'm not gonna loose it.“ I looked at Dan „Did Jake say anything more to you about the laptop?“ „No, nothing, so you will just have to wait for him to tell you more.“

Jakes POV

My eyes opened and It took me a moment to remember what happened and to realize where i was. My head was still hurting, but compared to yesterday this was a relief. I got in sitting position, no clue what time it was, the curtains wer drawn over the window. I took the glass that was next to bed and some more painkillers, drinking it before i got up and dressed. I left the room heading for the kitchen. The moment i saw the grim faces of Jessy and Maya i knew. „So, you told them.“ I said to Dan as i entered the kitchen. „Sorry, man, they begged me.“ He told me, as i sat down next to Maya. She leaned to me, giving me a soft kiss „Dont be mad that we didnt wait for you, i just needed to know.“ „Its fine.“ I said smiling at her. „Want some coffee?“ Jessy asked, and i nodded. „How you feeling?“ Maya asked. „Better. My head still hurts, but at least the dizziness is gone.“ „Good.“ She said, but worry was still present all over her face.“Was there anything useful on that laptop, by the way?“ Jessy asked, handing me the cup. „Nothing, i'm afraid. It was just one of those automatic calling programs, you can basicly get it anywhere. And with some easy tweeking, you can set it however you want.„ „Great, so not much help there.“ she said sighing. „Did any of you saw who it was that attacked you?“. „No, i got hit from behind, i didnt see anything.“ Dan answered, turning his look to me. „Nothing.“ I said „I rushed in too foolishly when i saw Dan.“ „Damn it.“ Jessy said, when Maya asked. „Did the preson say anything? Before you got knocked out?“ You can't save her, boy. She will die. The words echoed in my head again. „Jake?“ I turned to her. She looked so tired, and beaten with worry. So i lied. „No, nothing.“ She continued looking at me so intensly, i was sure she would see right through me. But she just leaned her head to my shoulder, sighing „So we still don't know anythig.“ „I'm sorry, Maya.“ I said, leaning my head to hers „I hoped we would find something, anything that would shed some light to this.“ „Me, too“ she said, sounding so defeated. „We wont give up, we will just try harder.“ Dan said. „We wont let a few blows to the head make us quit.“ He grinned, Jessy shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him. „ Joking aside“ she started, giving Dan a stare „But Dan is right, we wont give up.“

Mayas POV

Jessy made us stay for lunch before letting us go back to the motel. We all just ate in silence, lost in our toughts. All this was just getting more confusing with each day, leaving so manny unanswered questions in my head. „I saw Phil the other day.“ Jessys words snapped me out of my thoughts. Both Jake and me looked at eachother for a moment, and i turned to Jessy „Yeah?“ She sighed „He didnt want to tell me what happened, but he has a nasty bruise on his face.“ „Really?“ i said, trying to sound surprised, averting my eyes back to my plate. Jake smirked at it. „You know something about it, man, dont you?“ Dan said to Jake grinning. Jessy looked at us „Oh, god, what happened?“ she asked desperatly. „Well, you know how you said to me Phil can be a jerk sometimes?“ i asked, and she just nodded. „Phil was a jerk. So Jake hit him.“ I said nonchalantly, Dan grinning even more „Nice, man.“ He said to Jake, and he grinned back at Dan. Jessy looked bewildered at Jake „You did what?!“ „She just told you.“ he said to her, Jessy rolling her eyes, turning to me. „Can you be more specific, please.“ I sighed „Fine. Phil provoked him, and it happened, Jessy. I cant say im sorry about it, he did deserve it, he crossed the line.“ Dan was still grinning at it, but Jessy got up from the table, throwing her hands up in desperation and annoyance „Great, now i have to find another place.“ I turned to her „Another place for what?“ „To celebrate me getting that job at the library.“ „Oh, congratulation, Jessy, i'm so happy for you!“ i chimed. „Thanks!“ She said cheerfully before getting serious again. „But I still have the same problem. I cant have this one“ she said pointing at Jake „having another run down with my brother again.“ „Hey, i dont have to be there.“ Jake told her, and she looked at him, rising her eyebrow „ Maya would be, and i highly doubt you would let her be alone anywhere near my brother after what happened.“ „Point taken.“ he said to her thoughtfully. „I dont mind going to the Aurora, Jessy.“ I said, and all looked at me. I rolled my eyes „Its not like i would be going there for Phil. And besides, it's a big place, i'm sure we can all avoid each other just fine for that one evening.“ I took a bite of off my plate „It's actually Phil you have to talk to about it.“ I started „Maybe he banned Jake and me from the Aurora after it.“ i said grinning at her. Jessy groaned with frustration at us „Argh, can anything be simple with you two!?“ „But its more interesting like this, babe!“ Dan chimed cheerfuly, Jake and me looking at eachother and chuckling, leaving poor Jessy just shake her head at us all.

Back at the motel, i just threw myself on the bed. „What are we gonna do now?“ „I'll take a shower for sure.“ Jake said as he sat on the bed rubbing at the side of his head. „I didnt mean it like that.“ I rolled my eyes at him. „I know you didnt.“ He said desperatly. „But to be honest, i have no clue what to tell you.“ I burried my face in the pillow and screamed, making him look at me. „Sorry“ i said „Im just fucking frustrated with it all right now. I have no clue what is happening here, or why it's happening. And we didnt find out anything yesterday, so we're back at square one!“ „Dont you think this all isnt frustrating for me also?“ he said, but his voice was adding something else to that frustration. I looked him straight in the eyes „Are you sure there isnt anything else you want to tell me?“ I tought his eyes widened for a second at my question, but he just said „Ofcourse not, I told you everything.“ There was something in his voice, I wasnt sure he was telling me the truth, wich just made me more frustrated. „Fine, whatever. Go take your shower.“ I said a bit snapily. „Fine, i will!“ he said, a bit of hurt in his voice, getting up and going to the bathroom, slamming the doors. He stomped back a moment later, his hoodie and pants gone. „Why are you angry at me now?“ he asked, rising his voice. „Im not!“ i said, also rising my voice, getting up from the bed. "I'm just frustrated and angry with everything now, ok?!“ „Fine! Dont take it out on me then!“ he said and stomped back. I threw myself backwards on the bed. Shit, i didnt want to fight with him, but all that was happening was driving us both crazy. It was just a matter of time before we would snap at eachother. Bathroom doors opened once more, Jake stomping out again with just his boxers on. He came to the bed and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and going back towards bathroom. „What are you doing?“ I asked. He just continued going „You look sexy when angry, and i'm horny now, so you're taking a shower with me.“

Jakes POV

I couldnt sleep, the toughts wer racing wild in my mind. I turned to her, and smiled. I could just stare at her like this for hours. She was sleeping soundly, it was the only time she looked at peace these last days. I got out of bed silently, going to the bathroom, and just stared at the mirror. I hated myself for lying to her. But how could i tell her the truth!? Those words wer haunting me, eating at me inside. I feared what it might do to her if she only knew. If i wasn't so careless that day, things might end differently, this all could have ended by now. I was furious at myself for that, rage boiling in me. „Fuck!“ i cursed out loud, my fist involuntarily colliding with the wall next to the mirror. „Jake?“ She called to me from the room after a moment, making me curse inside. Breathing deep to calm myself, I took the glass and filled it with water before going back. „Sorry, did I wake you?“ i said, forcing a smile on my face. She just smiled at me sleepily „Dont worry. Is everything all right? I thought i heard a noise.“ „Yeah, sorry, that was me. I knocked down the glass.“ I said. „Oh, ok. Well, come back to bed.“ She said yawning, laying back on her pillow. I got under the covers, pulling her close to me, hugging her tight. She smiled, snuggling even closer to me before falling back to sleep almost instantly. Those cursed words came back to me again. But no, that wont happen, what he said to me, he was wrong. I made a promise to myself then, I'll make sure nothing happens to her. I wont let her down, ever again.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jessy #duskwood dan #duskwood everbyte

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queenofwerewolves · 4 years ago

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Future Hope - chapter 1.5 - Practice Makes Perfect

Our heroes didnt get their powers and knew from night to day how to manage them, especially those who had physical changes to their body. Our soon-to-be heroes were all reunited in Maria's house, they had planed to spend the afternoon practing and exploring their new limits and abilities, all helping eitch other.

They decided since Griff had the biggest change, they would focus on him first. At the moment they were out in backyard, eitch one giving suggestions on what to begin first.

"Pick us all up at once with your new muscles!" Said Muffin excitedly. "That's still too light! Pick us all up plus Maria's car" Said Spike, chewing once again on a bubblegum.

"You all leave Hellride out of this!" Maria responded angrily. "That car was expensive as fuck and I refuse to go back to a life of Ubers!" She crossed her arms, indignified.

"You named your car?" Kip answered from high up a tree branch, as cats do. "I name all my belongings, what of it?" Maria answered. "And they're all cool names, too".

"Hellride? Really?" Spiked scoffed. "Because she rides fast as Hell! Look can we get back on track and find something for Griff to test his strenght?!" Maria answered nervously with a touch of embarrassment.

"Unless we find an Indiana Jones boulder for him to spin on his finger like a damn basketball we arent gonna get any damn progress!" Spike shouted back.

Maria sighed and shook her head. "I hate it when you have a point.." Griff nervously scratched the back of his head. "There must be something we can do.." He quietly mumbled out.

"I got it!" Muffin shouted, they all turned to face her. "I forgot Im a fairy! I can just poof something up!" She said excitedly. Everyone stared at her with either a confused or shocked look.

"..How... Do you FORGET that you're a fairy?!" Spike blurted out nervously. "You have fucking wings! How does one forget they have huge pink glittery wings?!"

Muffin just shrugged.

Maria smiled wide. "OK Muffin, give us something huge and heavy for Griff to use!" Muffin nodded and grabbed her wand which had a muffin on the tip. "Wand cook, beat and bake! Give us a big large and tasty cupcake!" She waved her wand and out appeared from a bunch of pink glittery smoke, a nearly two-story house tall chocolate cupcake.

"... Why a cupcake..?" Blink asked as she peeked behind her mask, in slight awe and wanting to secretly a bite out of it. "I can only make sweets!" Muffin said with a shy tone. "Im not a fighter like you guys, I only want to make people happy and eat candy!"

"That is certainly the biggest pastry I've ever seen! So large and beautiful, I bet tasty as well!" "Not to mention DIABETIC AS HELL!!! We could die from a heart attack eating that! Or worse, we could get fat! Even fatter! And become even uglier then we already are! This is too overwealming I need a nap!"

Rooko and Rooki suddenly spoke, almost taking everyone off guard on how their friend Rook is suddenly two split personalities now based on the Youtube character ENA, one is always happy while the other is always sad, and depending on the situation they can go Manic or Miserable.

"OK Griff, show us what you can do!" Maria shouted excitedly. Without missing a second, Griff bent over and gripped the edge of the massive cupcake, after struggling a bit he slowly but surely, lifted the entire thing over his head, smiling proudly.

His friends cheered and applauded proudly. Feeling satisfied, he dropped the cupcake and dusted the chocolate crumbs off his hands and fur. "Yokusei!" He shouted, and with a naruto-like smoke poof, he turned back to his human self. Maria ran and hugged him tightly, which Griff embraced and hugged back with a slight twirl.

"Griff you were amazing!!" Maria said with a proud tone, Griff slightly blushed pink at the small punk girl and her excitement. "Oh shucks, it was nothing.." He said with a shy tone.

"Well, and seems we concluded Griffin's training." Togekiss said as they took a sip of tea. "He jump twice as high as a two-story house, his punches and kicks can knock down brick walls and possibly more if we werent limited on objects to test it with, he can hear twice as much then a dog could with his ears, and his sense of smell is impecable. Truly Griff is a strong asset to our team."

"I can only train my powers at night.." Said Spooks, holding an umbrella to protect her from the sun, now that it injures her. "Muffin's power is only sweet making. Togekiss has exceptional I.Q and can see simulations in the future like Garnet in Steven Universe, along with their strong telekenisis, and Kip simply draws whatever she desires, whether alive or not and it becomes a reality... That means it's Rook's turn to show us what she can do" She finished.

"Wonderful! It's our time to shine!" "I-I-I not ready! Everyone's gonna laugh at us! I-I might piss myself in fear!" "Oh pull yourself together dear! Our friends wont laugh at us!" "How do we know that?! They're just waiting to correct us on a dumb mistake!!!"

Rook's body shook and twitched as her eyes turned to static, suddenly her entire eyes turned black with a blue iris, she turned Miserable.

"They're gonna laugh and point at our foolish selves, we're gonna be so embarrassed that we'll wish that the Earth will swallow us whole and just fucking kill us now!! Go ahead! Laugh at us and our misfortune!!!"

"ooh shit" Maria said. "can someone calm her down?"

Rook's eyes change to regular as her Miserable side went away. "No need my good Queen! We are completly fine! Now prepare to be dazzled as we show you all what we can do!" q

Rook pulled out a harry potter-like wooden wand, waved it around. "Bloom and Blossom and protect who I love! Rise my pretties, rise high and above!" Rooki shot an orange light at the grass, which made dozens of flowers bloom and grow around Spike and Blink.

"This is only one of my tricks! It's a shield that protects them from almost anything! My main weakness is fire, because while plants are beautiful, they are also sadly very, very flammable"

"Cool." Said Spike before using his bat to aggressivly hit the flowers and the vines aside so he and Blink could leave.

"M-M-My turn I guess!" Rook took hold of the wand and waved it in circles. "Razzle Dazzle Shine and Show, make their body move it low!" Rooko shot a blue light at Spooks, which made unwillingly and uncontrolably start dancing and as the spell said, make her go low.

"O-OH GOD SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP I DONT LIKE HOW MY BUTT IS MOVING THIS MUCH!!" She shouted in desperation as she made a split and moved it even lower.

"M-My deal is with music! I-It works as a way of distraction o-or hypnosis and it lasts for 30 minutes un-le-less I say otherwise! I-I know it's a sucky power!"

"OK COOL CAN I STOP DANCING PLEASE IM GETTING A CRAMP!!!" Yelled Spooks, practically begging. Rooko flicked her wand and Spooks fell on the ground, panting. "OH MY POOR HAMSTRINGS THEY ACHE!!" She yelled in utter pain, meanwhile Maria and Spike were absolutely losing it.

"O-OH GOD MY STOMACH HURTS-" Said Spike in between laughter.

"OK you guys cool it" Said Blink. "It's our turn to practice now. We're the only ones who use regular weapons." She said drawing her sword and positioning her mask back in place.

"O-OK! OK!" Maria said getting up, she pulled out a small staff and whipped it, making it stretch out wide into a full, large red and black scythe, with a rose print on the blade. Spike spun his bat and spat his gum out.

"So. Who's ass Im kicking first?" Said Spike. "Wait on second thought this might be unfair." Said Blink. "Me and Maria had blades while Spike has a bat, maybe we should-"

Before she could finish, Spike swung his bat and hit Blink sword, knocking it out of her hand before kicking her back at the ground. Blink fell back hard before she could even process what happen, dumbfounded but angry, she snarled. "Oh it's on now Motherfucker." She extended her hand and the sword flew back to her hand, as she charged towards Spike, who moved out of the way as soon as Blink swung her sword, which if he hadnt been for Maria's scythe, would have sliced her right up.

"Dude! Chill! This is a pratice!" Maria spoke as both of their blades were against eitch other. Blink hopped and flipped over her and landed on a tree branch, croutching like a ninja. She put her hands together and in a small puff of smoke and disappeared. Spike and Maria were back to back, ready to counterattack Blink, what they didnt expect was for her to attack from underground.

Buring up from the dirt, she got both of them off their feet and charged after Spike, who barely managed to regain his balance before his using bat his block Blink's sword. A back and forth of clash-clings-and-clangs between metal begun, one attacking the other but eitch blocking every attack again and again.

Spike ducked a sword slash and roundhouse kick Blink's leg, which was effective since she's practically a ninja. She backflipped back on her feet and kept attacking swiftly. But a sudden scythe blade cut in between them, stopping the fight.

"That's enough!!!" Maria shouted. "You both are gonna end up hurting yourselves or eitch other! im ending it now!!"

"Oh what the hell dude?!" Blink shouted indignified. "I was about to beat him!!" "Oh please." Answered Spike. "Was that the best you could do? Sakura could do a better job kicking my ass" He scoffed. They began to argue loudly, genuinely angry at eitch other.

"THAT"S ENOUGH!!!!" Maria shouted, making them, and everyone else look at her.

"It doesnt matter would win that fight! This was a practice and not a competition!! The point of us being a team and getting powers in the first place was for all of us to make the world a better place, but the only way that can happen is if all of us work together!! As a team!!!"

They stood in silence, listening to her talk and set them straight.

"As cheesy as that sounds, it's true!! We shouldnt fight eitch other like this, you're not just my friends, we're all friends with eitch other! We all go along well and we know that, that's why I got you all together, because no one can bond better in a team then all of us together!!!"

"... She's right." Togekiss added, walking towards them. "We all started as simple individuals with free time on a website, but we all shared common interests, we grew closer.. And suddenly like that, we all became friends.. A family, if you will."

"We take care of eitch other and look out for one another." Said Spooks.

"Just like how you all did for me.. When I almost died. Almost died because of the shit and violent world we live in." Maria said.. With a slight crack in her voice.

"You're bringing in the same violence that almost killed me.. So please.. Please stop fighting.. We're all in this together.. Right..?"

Spike and Blink dropped their weapons and hugged Maria, and everyone else joined in as well.

"You're right, we're sorry Queen." Said Spike. "We got overwhealmed and we didnt mean it. We wont fight again, because you're right." Added Blink.

"We only have eitch other in this world, and if we want to change it we have to stick together, just like you said." Spike said one more time.

"And we wont let you down.. We promise.." Griff finished, with everyone agreeing with what he said.

And so they stayed for a moment, embraced within eitch other in a group hug. A family isnt perfect, there will be disagreements, but a good bond will always overcome those disagreements, and that's what they had, a good bond.

A bond that's practically unbreakable and untaintable. A bond that will soon be ready, and fight together to make the world a better place.

A bond that will the world's Future Hope..

#Queen's Story #consider this a side chapter #it's small but significant for the characters

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xsarcasticwriterx · 4 years ago

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Childhood friends

Summary: y/n and negan have been friends forever and have done everything togother. When negans wife Lucille gets sick negan 1st tells her. This event leads to hell but also heaven.

Warnings: swearing,rated R jokes,angst

Recieving a text from negan was a daily occurence for y/n but mosf of them didnt say "get in here. Fast." Y/n walkes into negan office seeing a stressed negan sitting at his desk hyperventilating. "Hey hey breathe" she said running to his side kneeling beside him. She put her hand on his back alarming him to her presence. He turned looked at y/n. "Shes sick" is all he can say as tears fall from his eyes.

She knew negan was speaking of his wife Lucille. Negan had been speaking of this for a while saying how Lucille was getting test done and how he had to work overtime to get the money for some of them. Y/n would help when she could with extra money she had. Due to her living alone and spending most her time passing out at negans she usually ended up with a bit of money left to do as she pleased.

She stayed with negan till he calmed down. "So the test came back?" She asked. Negan nodded. "Its bad y/n" is all he said. The look in his eyes was as if he was begging y/n to do something. "I'm so sorry negan" she said hugging him. She felt negan crying into her shoulder. After a while he pulled away. "Sorry." Is all he said. "Hey...its ok..." she said.

"Want me to come back with you after?" Y/n asked negan. Y/n has known Lucille sense highschool and even introduced negan and Lucille. She really wanted to see Lucille before it got too bad but she didnt want to intrude on negans and lucilles time. Negan nodded. "Please....i cant do this alone." He said softly his voice slightly cracking. Y/n nodded.

School had ended so y/n sat sat with negan while he finished his work. They didnt say anything she knew negan was truly hurting and she didnt wanna bother him. When negan was silent she knew to not speak he was never silent always mouthing off about some bullshit. Negan closed his laptop looking up at y/n who was laid out on the couch asleep. Negan couldn't help but just think of all that had happened within the past few hours.

He looked at y/n thinking about how she was why he met Lucille in the first place and now......here he was. He walked over to y/n picking her up walking to his car. She buried her head into his shoulder. He layed he in the passenger side walking back to the drivers side. He sat down and broke into tears. He felt a hand upon his shoulder not long after. "Its ok. She'll be ok." Y/n said softly. She put her head on his shoulder.

They both knew it was a lie the results werent looking up for Lucille but they had to have hope they had to believe. At the moment negan didnt have much hope and y/n had to hope for them both. After a few negan started driving. They reached negans home in silence.

Negan just sat there staring at the house. "It'll be ok negan." Y/n said. Negan nodded. They walked to the door as negan stared at it. Y/n grabbed his hand and nodded. Negan nodded back. They opened the door to see an empty livingroom. Turning they saw a wasted Lucille in the kitchen. "Heeeeeeeeeeeey y/n" Lucille slurred. "She shouldnt be drinking riight?" Y/n said to negan. He sighed and shook his head. "No. No she shouldnt" he stared at his wife shaking his head before walking upstairs. "Well now is just us gals" Lucille said.

Y/n shook her head. "Lucille..." was all she got out. Negan didnt come down most the night and y/n spent most the night watching Lucille and trying to stop her from drinking more. She babbled on of childhood memories. Eventually y/n got fed up and stood up and started twoard the stairs. "Y/n" Lucille said soflty. Y/n turned. "When im gone......love him the way we both know you do. He'll need it." She said before crashing. Y/n knew what she meant hell anyone who wasn't negan knew what she meant.

Y/n has loved negan sense she was 4 years old. But inevitably life kicked in and negan chose everyone else but her. She walked up stares to see negan laying in bed. His eyes were closed but based on his breathing he was awake. Y/n layed next to him with her head on his chest. "She shouldnt be alone doing that" he grumbled. "She fell asleep" y/n replied. Negan sighed and not long after was he asleep. Y/n sighed. This was going to be hell. Y/n didnt know how negan was going to do it but however she could help she would. She walked down the hall flopping onto the guest bed staring at the ceiling most the night. Why did this have to be so stressful.

Y/n woke up to the smell of breakfast. Grumbling she pulled herself up and out of bed. Walking down she saw negan and Lucille close while cooking. You'd think being in love with your childhood bestfriend whos married would be difficult to restrain feelings but honestly......y/n just wanted negan happy in the end even if its not by her. But now....well Lucille has fucked that up by saying what she did. It repeated in her head all through the night and even now. How could she put that pressure on her how could she have no hope but stand there with negan like nothing happened. Though to her maybe nothing did happen.

Y/n walked to the counter and cleared her throat. They looked and smiled. "Morning y/n" negan said. "Mornin" she replied. "What yall making ?" She asked. "Pancakes and bacon" Lucille said cheerfully. "Your awfully peppy for as much as you drank" y/n said. "Heh well yknow just want to eat" she said giggling. Negan kissed he cheek before walking to the garage to work on his car while waiting.

"Lucille do you remember last night?" Y/n asked more wanting to know if she meant what she said. "I remember what i told you if thats what your asking. I meant what i said. We both know how you feel and we both know i cant fight this. I can feel myself getting weaker and even with your help we dont have the money to fight this. You love him and once im gone hes going to need that. You need to care for him and show him you love him." She said as if it was just another fact. "Your going to be ok Lucille." Y/n heard her voice crack and felt tears start to cloud her eyes. Lucille was still her only other friend outside of negan. Shed known her sense highschool and the thought of her dying.....it shattered her heart. Lucille rolled her eyes. Y/n couldnt take this she couldn't listen to her friend talk of how she was dying.

Y/n walked out to the garage with negan feeling her legs wobble and her heart break. Negan turned and smiled softly then frowned. "Whats wrong.....y/n" negan said walking to her. He grabbed her face making her look up at him. "Nothing." She said. Negan huffed and shook his head. "Fucking hell never one to talk....." he said. Grabbing her he pulled her to the front of the car. He opened the roof showing all the improvements he had done. She adored the car it had so many memories sense even before he could could drive it. She smiled admiring the shiny new improvements. "Heh thought that could get a fucking smile out of you." He said proud of himself. She nodded. "After breakfast lets go for a fucking ride what you say ?" He asked. She smiled and laughed "absofuckinglutely" she replied happily.

Breakfast was awkward well for y/n it was. She sat only with Lucilles words repeating over and over. She felt so much pressure. After negan did as he said and they went for a ride. Eventually he stopped at a park that they went to often as kids. He walked her to their "hiding spot" that now them as grown adults was not so hiden.

Surrounded by trees and plants they sat by a broken down bonfire that was used not to long ago in the week. They sat in silence for a while. "What you fucking thinking about so intensely?" Negan asked. "Your wife." She replied. Negan laughed at how it sounded. "What about her?" He asked. "Something she said to me....." she replied not knowing if she had the right to say what Lucille said.

"What the fuck she say?" Negan said clearly lost what she could've said to have taken up her thoughts so much. "Promise not to tell her i told you." She asked. "Shit y/n........sure.......what is it?" He asked. "She said when shes gone i need to love you the way i truly do." She said. Negan made a grumble and sighing sound before sitting up more. He rubbed his face. "Fucking hell" he said.

"I dont know what to do....." y/n said. "Im sorry" she appolagize. "Dont be sorry she shouldnt have said that.......fuck." he said. He rolled his eyes and turned to y/n. He hugged her close. "This is not on you. Its not on you to care for me and she shouldnt use your feelings like that." He said before releasing her. He held her face. He kissed her cheek before sighing. He walked back to the car y/n following behind.

They returned back later afternoon. Y/n went to take a shower. After she heard arguing downstairs. She knew she shouldnt have but she sat on the step hearing it. "Why would you tell her that?!" Negan yelled. "Well i wouldn't have if i known she was going to tell you like some puppy !!" Lucille said back. "She was worried!! She got nervous with all the pressure you put on her!!" Negan replied. After a while y/n couldnt stand to listen. Negan had broken a promise and the yelling was making her remember things shed rather forget.

She walked into guest room sitting on the bed. At some point.she mustve fell asleep cause she opened her eyes when her bed dipped. She saw negan laying next to her. "Hey" he said softly. "You promised" she replied. He looked ashamed. "I had to say something. She used your feelings and put too much pressure on you. She......she knows our history and she used it. I had to fix it" he said. "But you made it worse......and the yelling......." she mumbled. Negan didnt say anything after.

Negan pulled her closer. They stayed in silence till she fell alseep. Being told to be with negan wouldve been her dream at 15 but at this point with negan married and her being told if said wife dies to love him BY said wife. This hurt her but seeing how casual negan has been the whole time.....that not only hurt but scared her.

#walking dead #the walking dead imagine #negan #the walking dead negan #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm #negan x reader #x reader #negan imagine #rick grimes #norman reedus #daryl dixon #maggie rhee #rosita #glenn rhee #carl grimes

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oboevallis · 4 years ago

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the diary pt 1

TW/ DEPRESSION, CUTTING, BLOOD,

please don’t read if this could trigger you, there probably will be a part 2

“Where’s Addie?” Amelia asked as she scrambled around in the kitchen trying to get ready for work and to make sure the kids got to school on time.

“I don’t know, she was up late last night though.” Scout told his mother whilst being engrossed in his phone.

“What is she doing up so late?” Amelia rhetorically asked.

“Come on guys.” Amelia ushered her youngest out of the door so she could drive him to school. “Don’t leave without your sister.” She reminded Scout, last week he left for school and forgot to take his sister with him.

“I won’t, Scouts honor.” The teen smirked holding up three fingers. Once his mother left he sat at the kitchen table on his phone, waiting for his little sister.

“Ready?” Addie asked as she stood beside her brother.

“I’m ready, your not. Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” He asked looking at her attire of sweatpants and an oversized tshirt, he didn’t find anything wrong with the choice of clothing but it’s what she fell asleep in last night.

“I am dressed.” The girl huffed in annoyance as she made her way to the door. Scout just rolled his eyes and followed his sister to his car. The two sat in silence on the way to school, it was their new normal. The pair used to be inseparable, but now she had distanced herself from him. His mother told him it was just her being a teenager, but it upset him deeply.

“Dads coming home from his conference next week, he’s gonna take us to the Mariners game. I’m excited are you?”

“Yeah, it should be a lot of fun.” Addie smiled, but Scout could tell it was forced.

“Maybe want to watch a movie tonight?” He asked as he parked the car into the parking lot.

“We’ll see.”

“Yeah.” Scout sighed, knowing that it probably wasn’t going to happen. “We’ll see.”

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“Hey.” Maggie smiled stepping into Scouts room.

“Aunt Maggie! What are you doing here?”

“Winstons getting on my nerves.” She chuckled jumping onto her nephews bed. “And your mom got pulled into surgery. So I thought I’d come by and have dinner with you guys.”

“Mom just doesn’t trust us. We’re older now, I can cook dinner and stuff. But that’s not saying I don’t love spending time with you.” He chuckled, him and Maggie always had a close relationship.

“You know your mom, she’s kinda overprotective.”

“Yeah I honestly can’t believe, there was a time she went to parties and did drugs.” Maggie chuckled along with Scout before getting up to check on the others. Anders was engrossed in a video game, so she went across the hall, quietly opening the door to Addison’s room to find her fast asleep, she chuckled to herself that girl was just like her mother and savored any sleep she could get. Maggie walked over to shut her bedside lamp off to allow the room to be darker, dodging over the mess that had accumulated in her room. Before exiting the room she spotted a journal peaking out beneath her dresser, she knew it was an invasion of privacy and she shouldnt read it. She had temporarily lost Zola’s trust for a couple of weeks because of this, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“Auntie Maggie, can we have spaghetti for dinner?” Anders asked running out of his bedroom with Scout following behind.

“Sure. What are you two up too?”

“We were gonna go to the tennis court if that’s alright.” Scout said.

“Why not?” Maggie smiled. “Just be home before 6:00, I don’t want you driving in the dark.”

“Sure thing!” Scout reassured as the pair went out to the car.

The cardio surgeon made her way into the living room and situated herself so she could see if Addie came down the stairs so she could quickly hide the journal. She let out a shaky breath, not sure why she was so nervous.

“Hey I’m home.” Amelia cheerfully announced making Maggie jump, and she slammed the book into her chest. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you. Where are my kiddos.”

“Addies sleeping, and everyone else went to the tennis court.” Maggie said quickly wiping any stray tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” The neurosurgeon asked sitting down next to her sister. Maggie shakily placed the book into her hands. “Is this Addies journal? Why do you have this?”

“Yeah, um I just saw it and started reading it you know how I am. You really need to read it though.” By the look on Maggie’s face she could tell it wasn’t anything good. Maggie watched her sisters face contort with tears as she read the aggressive words on the pages, and wrapped her arm around the scared mother.

“I thought she was just being a teenager.” Amelia voice broke. “I’m her mother. How did I not realize she was in so much pain?”

“It’s okay.” Maggie tried to soothe allowing her sister to cry on her shoulder. “It’s not your fault.”

“I’ve gotta call Link.” Amelia said grabbing her phone from her bag. “God, what do I even say?”

“Just tell him he needs to come home.” Maggie suggested, not sure. They suddenly heard the door open and Amelia turned away to wipe her tears.

“Hey mom! I thought you had surgery tonight.” Anders smiled as he kicked off his shoes by the door.

“It got pushed. So I came home.” The mother forcefully smiled, once she wiped her tears.

“You good mom?” Scout asked nothing something was off in the atmosphere.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why don’t you guys help Anders study for his exam?”

“Ugh, mom do we have to?” Anders complained.

“Yes. Yes you do.” The pair made their way into Anders room obviously upset that they had to do something school related.

“I’m gonna go make dinner.” Maggie said as she stood up and walked into the kitchen. Amelia followed behind her and sat at the kitchens island.

“What do I do?” Amelia asked as Maggie filed a pot up with water.

“I don’t know.” Maggie admitted, they were both doctors but were both blanking on what they should do. This was a person they loved and their emotions were interrupting their rationality. “What’d Link say?”

“Nothing yet, he must be at a dinner. I called and texted he needs to come home immediately though.”

“Okay, he’ll see it soon.” Maggie tried to comfort. The two sat in silence while the cardio surgeon finished making dinner.

“How was everyone’s day at school?” Amelia asked once everyone was at the table, and she listened to everyone’s review in the day and then expectantly looked at her oldest daughter.

“It was fine.”

“Nothing stressful happen?”

“No, I said it was fine.” Addie said with annoyance dripping in her voice. Everyone sat in awkward silence after that exchange, until Amelias phone rang which she jumped up to take.

“What’s her deal?” Scout asked as he watched his mother go into her study. By the look in his aunts face he realized she knew something. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Maggie said an octave higher than usual.

“Something is obviously going on.” Scout said.

“Just a patient drama at the hospital.” Scout skeptically looked at his aunt but continued to eat regardless. Once Amelia came back they could tell their mother had been crying.

“Ok what’s going on?” Anders asked, it was very rare they saw their mother cry.

“Nothing, just hospital troubles.” Their mother mustered up as much of a smile as she could. Addison then stood up placing her dish in the sink.

“Where are you going?” Amelia asked panicked.

“ I need a shower. Why are you being so weird?” Addie knew she had to keep calm, there was no way her mother knew.

“Make it quick.” Amelia said firmly.

“Since when do our showers get timed?”

“Just make it quick.” The mother bit her nail as her daughter went up the stairs. Maggie placed a reassuring hand on her thigh. Amelia looked back up the stairs and stood up once she heard her daughter close the bathroom door. She then went up the stairs and sat against the closed bathroom door, and heard the shower turn on. She quietly sat there until she head a stifled sob. “You okay in there?”

“Leave me alone! And why are you stalking me?” Addison yelled causing Amelia to wince, her daughter barely ever went off on her.

“Addie? Can I come in?” Amelia asked bitting her nail again.

“Just leave me alone! Is that too much to ask?”

“Addie, please I want you to be okay.”

“Your gonna be mad at me.”

“I promise I won’t. Can I come in?” She heard silence and took that as the okay to come in. It took everything in her not to burst into tears at the scene in front of her. Her daughter sat in the middle of the shower as the water fell onto her and blood circled down the drain with it. She quickly went into the cabinet under the sink and grabbed a hand towel and some hydrogen peroxide. She got into the shower with her daughter still in her work clothes and wiped her daughters thighs throwing the razor blade across the room, noticing she had multiple cuts in many stages of healing. She cleaned each cut, and observed the new ones noting her daughter could use stitches as she kept pressure on the cut.

“Are you mad?” Addisons voice broke, all Amelia could do was shake her head no she didn’t want her daughter seeing her cry right now.

“Baby, you need stitches.” She chocked out.

“No! I don’t want to go to the hospital!” Addison yelled pushing her mother off off her. “Please, mommy.” The girl begged.

“I’ll be right back hold pressure ” Amelia whispered as she exited the bathroom and made her way into her study, and Maggie followed her in.

“What’s going on, is she okay?” Maggie asked as Amelia looked through her drawers for something.

“It’s worse than I thought.” Amelia confessed as she finally found the suture kit and numbing spray she was looking for.

“Does she need stitches?” Maggie asked shocked seeing the kit in her sisters hand, to which Amelia could only nod. “You need to take her to the hospital.”

“She doesn’t want to, and she’s so upset. And I need Link here.” Amelia said wiping away the tears that were falling down her face. Maggie sympathetically looked at her sister and followed her up the stairs into the bathroom where the girl was still seated in the shower sobbing.

“Hey sweetheart.” Maggie smiled as she stepped into the bathroom with her sister. “You know if you let us take you to the hospital we can help you.”

“Yeah, if we do the stitches here it’s gonna hurt like hell.” Amelia said trying for keep her voice from wavering.

“I don’t care.” After some convincing Amelia and Maggie were able to coax Addison into going to the hospital. The girl didn’t want anyone seeing her so they snuck in from a side door and went into the neurosurgeons office. Maggie went to get a suture kit and a numbing agent, while Amelia sat on the couch still applying pressure to the girls leg even though the bleeding had slowed.

“I’m back.” Maggie whispered, closing the door behind her. She moved to where Amelia had been previously sitting and began to stitch the girls leg. Amelia held her daughters hand, and Addie pulled away.

“Hey, Amelia you were supposed to be in OR 1 an hou-.” Meredith barged into her sisters office since becoming the new Chief she had been running the hospital on a strict time schedule, but then stopped herself once she saw the scene in front of her. “Oh.”

“Put Koracick on it.” Amelia said, glaring down at her sister.

“Do you want to speak outside?”

“Just put Koracick on it.” Amelia said it firmly.

“Let’s speak outside, Dr Shepherd.”

“What the hell do you want Meredith?” Amelia shouted once she shut the door behind her.

“Are you okay?” She asked in a maternal manner.

“Do I look okay? Do I seriously look okay? My daughter doesn’t want to be here, I put her on this Earth and she hates me for it. She literally wrote in her diary ‘the worst decision my mother ever made was not aborting me’ how the hell am I supposed to be okay?” Meredith tightly embraced the scared mother.

“Do you want me to get her a bed in pysch?” The neurosurgeon winced at her words, and nodded before wiping her tears and walking back into the room.

“Can we go home now?” Addison asked once Maggie had finished the stitches. The mother took a deep breath before speaking again.

“No, we can’t.” Amelia looked down at the floor not able to make eye contact with her daughter.

“Huh? Why?”

“We’re gonna stay here for the night.”

“Your sending me to the pysch ward?” The teenager chuckled, obviously in disbelief.

“I’m worried about you. All I want is for you to be happy and healthy.”

“Well I don’t need you to be.” Addison stood up and made her way to the door, but not before her mother could block it. She hadn’t realized how much taller her daughter was than her until they were fighting over the door, it scared her, she remembered when she was a toddler looking up at her mother and now it was the other way around. She barley recognized the girl. “Don’t waste your energy on me, waste it on your two perfect children.”

“Your perfect to me, I love you.” Amelia choked on her words. “We all do.” The girl rolled her eyes and sat back down on the couch.

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“What’s going on?” Link asked quickly once his wife picked up the phone.

“When will you be home?”

“I’ll be in the next plane in about half an hour? What’s going on you can’t just text me there’s an emergency and I need to come home and then not tell me.”

“I-“ Amelia choked on her words, trying her best not to break down on the phone. “I had to send um, A-Addie. She’s um, she’s in the pysch ward.”

“What?” Link chuckled, nervously. It sounded ridiculous, to him. He knew his daughter had not been herself lately but brushed it off as her being a teenager. He knew it was bad from the phone call he received earlier, but now it felt real.

“Just get home as soon as possible.” The scared mother affirmed before hanging up the phone. Leaving Link to state at the black screen of his phone, worried to death about his daughter.

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“Addison Lincoln.” Amelia responded to the nurse who asked her who she was there to visit.

“One minute.” The nurse kindly smiled, before she went to check if the girl wanted visitors. Amelia played with the skin around her nail, nervously. “I’m sorry, but she’s not up for visitors right now.”

“Does she know it’s me?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t even say hi to her?”

“I’m sorry Dr Shepherd, but she doesn’t want to see you. We don’t want to upset her any further at the moment.”

“Okay.” The mother nodded sadly before she reluctantly left. She pressed the elevator button, it opening to reveal her husband. They quickly fell into each other’s embrace, Amelia allowing her tears to flow onto her husbands button up shirt, he must’ve come straight from a dinner when he went to the airport.

“It’s going to be okay.” Link whispered trying to comfort his scared wife.

“You don’t know that.”

“She’s strong, she’s gonna get help. She’s so strong, she’s just like her mom.”

#baby amelink #atticus lincoln #amelink #amelia shepherd #greysanatomy #scout lincoln #Addison lincoln #Anders lincoln #maggie pierce #greys fanfic #tw depression #tw cutting #tw blood

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