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R Town | Ch.26

Namjoon x Daisy (FemOc)

word count: 3.8k

POV: Daisy

Warnings: Insecurities, Vaginal sex.

Index | Ch.27

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After living such a terrible life for such a long time, you would think that being introduced to an easier one would be a piece of cake. Well... it's not.

I've been prostituting myself since my parents died when I was sixteen. I had no family to look after me and ultimately ended up on the streets. Losing my virginity in the game and losing my soul a couple of times too. Sadly, getting a job at Felix's club was not the worst part of my life. At first, it was heaven on earth since I had a steady pay coming in. Wasn't the best, but better than what I was making on the streets. I also met M while working at Felix's club back in Washington. She quite literally saved me from her husband, but that's not a tail I wish to retell today.

After living that kind of life for so long, my point is that changing into a domestic role is challenging. Finding a job was a piece of cake, thanks to Namjoon. He's been my rock this entire time. He's even been helping me pay for my cosmetology classes. I try my best to pay for most of it now that I'm sweeping floors at the hair salon J-hope manages when I don't have school.

I can't cut hair without a license, and that's what always stopped me from trying to be a hairdresser in the first place. I've worked as a prostitute for so long, having sex and getting paid every night and sometimes until the morning. Going from that to attending school three times a week and having a 9-5 job isn't exactly a similar change.

Like today, I would already have 3 or 4 hundred dollars in my pocket at Lee club, but instead, I'm probably only at half of that because of taxes taking away my minimum wage salary. I try not to think of that while I sweep the hair of J-hope's latest client. His client was an older lady that works at the coffee shop down the street. I watched J-hope cut the women's hair like a master, and I longed to be the one that got her thanks in return when she was done. But I know it will be a long time until I get any praise for hair styling.

I sweep up the last of the woman's blondish-gray hair; then, I dump it in the trash bin. I look above me at the clock on the wall and sigh when I see my shift is almost over.

"Not very fulfilling, is it?"

I turn to the sound of J-hope's voice and see him sitting in one of the spinning chairs clients sit on. Unlike him, though, I'm not smiling. "No. Truthfully, it's really not."

J-hope laughs at my honest answer, which has me tilting my head in confusion. He then taps the armrest of the chair next to him, indicating he's asking me to sit with him. I place my broom on the wall to lean against it; then, I sigh again as I sit on the weirdly comfy plastic chair.

"I remember being like you once."

I raise an unbelieving eyebrow at him. "You remember quitting your job at sex and strip club to sweep floors?"

J-hope laughs at my response again, and I start to chuckle with him this time. Both J-hope and Suga know what my life was like before this. I felt the need to tell them once I met them since Namjoon asked them for a job for me. Namjoon is such a honest guy, and after leaving Lee club I wanted to be just as honest. They were both shocked that a "pretty girl like me" was living such a life. But just like Namjoon, they don't know my whole story.

"Wellllll, not exactly that, but I do remember my days of sweeping floors. This shop." J-hope raises his hands to gesture at the whole salon. "Actually used to be managed by my mother. Watching her cut hair made me what to be in her position so badly, but I also remember it took a while for me to be like her."

I now understand why J-hope is giving me this little backstory. I feel bad for acting like a downer now about the job. It's just so... different.

"At least you were set with a job because of your mom, and she could teach you. Besides the cosmo school, I'm self taught. I don't know if I'm ever going to be as good as you."

J-hope smiles at me, and it's weirdly comforting at that moment. He reaches out his hand, and I let him clasp his fingers in mine. "Not everything is easy. It takes time. You'll get the hang of it eventually. Then, who knows? Maybe you'll be having this conversation with one of your own hair sweepers one day."

I roll my eyes, but it's not at all sarcastic, especially when I feel my own smirk gracing my face. "When did you become so wise, J-hope?"

J-hope leans back in his chair and smirks. "Part of my many secret talents."

"Some of those secret talents only I can enjoy." We both look to the voice and see Suga is the one that just said those words. Him walking in from the front door with take-out in hand.

J-hope rolls his eyes at him. "Don't start the flirting now. I don't want Daisy running off because of your lewd suggestions."

Suga places the takeout, which looks like Tai food from the bag, on the table in the middle of the store. "My lewd suggestions? Your the one that suggested we should do it in the exact seat she's-"

"Shut up! Be quiet! No more!" I laugh when I see J-hope's face heat up in a beat red, but when I rethink Suga's unfinished words, I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my seat. "Ignore him, Daisy."

"She would never! I'm too funny to be ignored."

J-hope rolls his eyes again. "Try annoying."

Suga leans close to J-hope by holding himself up on the armrests of J-hope's chair. "And you love it."

J-hope's annoyed stare turns to one of admiration, and I feel my eyes soften when I look at the two men in love. "Yes," J-hope pecks Suga on the lips. "I do, but I'll love him even more if he gives me my Tai food."

Suga shakes his head and smiles, then does what his boyfriend asked of him. My last hour of work was eating Tai food with Suga and J-hope, and watching them play fight and flirt at the same time.

Watching this perfect couple in front of me reminds me of my own relationship with Namjoon. I find myself missing him a lot, even though we live together. I also find myself having insecurities because of him a lot too. Not that he's said or done anything, but seeing this perfect couple in front of me reminds me that I'm not the perfect girlfriend. I may "look perfect," but my life is far from it. I'm constantly worrying about being a good person like Namjoon, and worrying about how he thinks of me. Just trying hard not to fuck up, and ruin what he have.

Do you know how much pressure that is? Sure, I've been judged before. The type of lifestyle I was living has judgment in the job description, but I'm out of that life now. The last thing I want to do is disappoint the person I love most in this world.

But it's just so... hard!

Every day is a new challenge, and I've been lying through my teeth every time Namjoon asks me how my day was. I don't want him to feel bad if I say how it's really been going for me. That sweeping floors and going to school is no picnic, and I find myself wondering how much money I could have made if I stayed at Lee club.

Of course, J-hope has been making the job of sweeping floors much more favorable for me, and the thought of making Namjoon proud in the future if I graduate with my cosmetology license is a positive in itself, but why does it need to take so bloody long?

I try to repeat J-hope's words to me each time that thought crosses my mind, but even on the walk to my car, I'm feeling my emotions grow worse and worse. I even find myself looking at the Lee club on my drive home in longing.

Jesus... What the fuck is wrong with me?

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The only time I'm not struggling with my thoughts is when I'm with Namjoon. Right now, we're watching a movie, popcorn on my lap and my legs in his, while he's playing with my hair and my hand over his heart. Feeling his steady heartbeat under his hard chest makes me feel calm. Like all of my struggles I've been feeling throughout the day weren't even there to begin with.

Namjoon kisses my temple, and I smile at the contact. This is the place I always want to be at. Being cuddled by the man I love and him being a constant positive reminder of why I should want this type of life.

Although, my insecurities always come back when Namjoon asks, "How was your day?"

My smile falls, and I try to pick it back up before Namjoon notices. He notices, though, because his smile starts to fall, and he raises a pointed eyebrow. I try to deflect the situation by lying through my teeth like I do every day to this question, "Great! Amazing! Can't wait to do it again tomorrow."

I then let out a fake little giggle and look back at the tv. Hoping my lousy acting doesn't get caught by the inspiring actor next to me.

"Daisy?" I shut my eyes, not wanting to hear what he is about to say. "What's wrong? You just lied right there. Did something happen?"

I feel a tear come out of my eye, and I feel so pathetic because of it. I feel even more pathetic as more fall without my control. "I feel so stupid," I admit.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong, Dais?" Namjoon tries comforting me by pulling me closer to him by my waist when he sees me crying. All the while, I'm wiping up the tears I wish would stop falling.

"I-I've been lying to you, Namjoon. Everyday has been so hard for me. I feel so stupid now crying, but it really has been. I w-want to tell you everyday about how amazing everything has been, truthfully, but I-it's hasn't been at all." I dive my face into his neck and cry onto his shoulder. I'm surprised not to feel radiating anger come from Namjoon since I've been lying to him, but I get kisses on my cheek and comforting hugs instead.

Further proving my point on how I don't deserve this perfect man.

I hear Namjoon sigh above me, but it was more because he felt at a loss. "I never expected it to be easy. I knew this would eventually happen, but you've been seeming so happy... I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."

"There's no reason for you to apologize. It's just... I wanted it to be easy. Even when I told you I may fuck up, I was telling myself I wouldn't. That I would be perfect for you. But now look at me." I pick up my head from his shoulder and point at my face, which probably has mascara streaks going down it.

Namjoon wipes my tears, then holds my face in his hands. "You are perfect, Daisy." I shake my head. "Your perfect to me."

"N-no I'm not. I wonder everyday how much money I could be making a-at the club instead of sweeping floors. There's no cash flow with sweeping floors, and your already helping me out so much... I just wish there was a way I could repay you and be the person you deserve."

Namjoon's eyes widen, and I realize I said the words again. The words that put me down. He doesn't like when I put myself down, especially when I say I don't deserve him.

"Stop saying that. When are you going to get it through that beautiful blonde head of yours that I love you, and it's not about who deserves who." Namjoon moves us apart a little, so he can look me in the eyes while we continue this conversation. "I'm in love with you, Daisy. I know all your faults, and most of your past, but I still love you! We knew from the very beginning that it was going to be hard for you to adapt to this life, but I also knew another thing."

Namjoon clasps his hands in both of mine, and I glance down at them. "W-what is the other thing?"

"That I don't care. I don't care if it takes you a year, or five, or ten, fricken forever even for you to get back on your feet again. As long as I have you here." He kisses both of my palms. "I'm happy... D-do I still make you happy?"

It pains my heart to hear the stutter and desperation in Namjoon's tone of voice from his question. This has me pulling him closer to me until I'm wrapping my arms around his neck and straddling his thighs. "Of course, I'm happy with you, Namjoon! The only reason I'm here, trying to live this life, is for you."

I lean my forehead against his, and it makes me happy to hear Namjoon whisper between us, "Thank god."

I can always count on Namjoon to make the struggles worth it. Even if we have this conversation a million more times, it's good to know Namjoon is willing to have it with me. I know it will take a while to adapt to this ordinary life, but having Namjoon in my arms makes it all worth it, especially when our lips touch. Feeling Namjoon's soft lips press against mine has my toes curling.

It's never just kissing with Namjoon. The kisses are full of love and passion. He knows how to tell me without words how much he loves me.

I feel his hands go under my shirt and rub my back. The electricity radiating off his skin has me whimpering in his mouth and arching my back so my chest presses against his. Namjoon moans into my mouth at the contact, and I smile against his lips.

He slowly lowers me down on the couch without detaching our lips from each other. I moan into his mouth when I feel his want for me rub against my thigh through his sleep pants. Me wearing only shorts and a tank top, making the friction even higher for me.

My sweet Namjoon praises me against my lips, "Your so perfect, Daisy." Then he kisses me deeply one last time, then pulls our lips apart. "C-can we do it, baby? Please. I want to be inside of you so badly."

Namjoon always asks me this question before we have sex, but even after the many times we've already done it, my cheeks still heat up in a blush. I guess I'm just still not used to having sex with someone so caring, so it takes me a hesitant moment to reply. "Y-yes, Namjoon. Of course! I want you just as badly, baby."

Namjoon smiles down at me, then resumes kissing me in the passionate yet gentle way he always does. When our kissing gets more heated, and I'm pulling Namjoon so close to me it's surprising I haven't cracked his back, he finally starts to touch me. We've had sex many times since that first time over a month ago, and Namjoon still treats me like his precious doll. Something I've found to like a lot.

He slowly moves his hands from my back to the front of me, under my shirt. He cups my breasts in his hands, making me shut my eyes even tighter. When his thumbs rub over my hard nipples, I moan into his mouth again. This time, needier than before.

"Mmm, Namjoon. Please just get inside of me. You know I'm already wet for you." My dirty talk has Namjoon sputtering. I watch with a smile as he swallows thickly and then removes his hands from underneath my shirt.

"As long as your okay with it."

Which, I'm very much okay with it.

I strip off my tank top and enjoy watching Namjoon shyly gawk at me. His dimpled cheeks heat up, and I rub his one cheek with my thumb. I know what he wants to do to me, and because I'm the best girlfriend when it comes to sex, I pull his face towards my breast until I feel his lips attach to my nipple. I love how his tongue swirls around my nipple, and he sucks on the buds so gently, but nothing beats feeling his want for me harden even more against my thigh.

My Namjoon is definitely a boob man, and even though I want him inside of me so badly right now, I can't deny my baby what he wants when he looks at me with such shy lust filled eyes.

While Namjoon sucks and fondles my breasts, I remove my shorts, throw them to the side, and then lower his sleep pants with the heels of my feet. Namjoon detaches himself from my nipple with a gasp when his cock rubs against my very wet slit.

He knows I won't let him enter me until we're evenly matched in clothing. I'm just not into being the only one naked while the other person isn't, and I guess that has to do with my old life. The old life I had before I fell in love...

Namjoon, being the sexy man he is, takes off his shirt by putting his hand behind his back and removing his shirt by pulling it over his head. I'm biting my lip when I see my boyfriend fully undressed in front of me. I openly admire his beauty. Namjoon smirks as he watches me gawk at him and my fingers glide up his abs.

He then lowers himself back on top of me, and I'm wrapping my arms around his neck while locking my ankles behind his back before he even goes to align himself with my entrance. Namjoon places his hand on the couch's armrest, and I slowly feel him enter me.

When he bottoms out, I'm moaning at the feeling of being filled by him again. I press my ankles into his back, wanting him to go as deep as he possibly can. Namjoon screws his eyes shut because of it.

"God, Daisy... You always feel so amazing~."

Besides his words making my stomach tingle, he starts to pull himself in and out of me. The even pace feels so good, and I love to watch my boyfriend's face contort in multiple ways above me because of how good I'm making him feel. I pull Namjoon's face closer to mine with my arms still wrapped around his neck and kiss his soft lips.

The passionate kiss made Namjoon lose some of his control and thrust into me much faster. It gets to the point where I have to stop kissing him to whip my head back against the couch because he's making me feel so incredible. Touching me in the best places.

"Namjoon! Please, g-go faster!"

Namjoons kisses my forehead then starts thrusting into me so fast my head repeatedly hits the couch armrest. I don't care about the headache I may get from the constant bumping because I'll be cumming within minutes at this rate. I'm screaming out his name over and over again and ripping at his back with my nails.

Namjoon, the sweet man he always is, even during rough sex like this, picks my head up by the back of my neck until my face is buried in his shoulder. Keeping my head from hitting the couch. This just makes me hold onto him tighter and clench around his harder, him stretching my walls perfectly. I hear Namjoon grunt, and I know he's close when his thrusts begin to go slower but more profound.

"Daisy, I'm-..."

"Me too! Oh god, Namjoon!"

We both cum simultaneously, and even though this is the shortest part, it's also my favorite. Cumming together is so beautiful; every time we do it, a lone tear escapes my eye. And my eyes don't exclude today. Namjoon holds me against him so tightly that I'm surprised I'm not somehow a part of him. Although his dick pulsing inside of me would say different. I, on the other hand, am holding on to Namjoon with my arms and legs still wrapped around him. Like I'm almost being lifted in the air, but I know that's just my euphoric state getting to me.

When Namjoon and I are off our combining highs, I slowly let myself detach my arms and legs from him while he takes himself out of me. Namjoon doesn't go very far, though, because then he presses our foreheads together and kisses my nose while he tells me, "I love you so much, Daisy. Never forget that because this love will never go away."

Another tear escapes from my eye, but I let it streak down my face. I don't know how I ever gained such luck to have a person like Namjoon tell me he loves me, but I always tell him in return, "I'll never let you go again. I love you too damn much to ever be stupid like that again."

Namjoon chuckles at the memory I just brought up, and he kisses my lips in response to my repeated confession.

This right here, the love we share for each other, is why I'm okay with my daily struggles and insecurities. I'll probably always feel less than Namjoon, but that's only because he loves me so much and not because he degraded me in any way. It's because I love him so much, and my feelings are because of that fact.

This man right here, this beautiful, blue-haired man above me, is the reason I wake up every day. I wake up every day with the brightest smile. Even if I know it's going to be a day hard for minse to push through, I still smile because I know I'll be waking up next to him.

Namjoon makes the struggles worth it, and I'll try my best every day to make sure he knows how much he means to me. He's my whole heart, so I have a lot of love to show and give him. -

Ch.27

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camsthesadgirlnow · 2 years

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<300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL

IM FUCKED UP, I’m sorry

Summary: your mom and dad (Rhodey) have always been a happy family, what happens when your mom’s death threatens that relationship.

Pairings: Avengers x black teen!reader, Rhodey x teen!daughter, x black reader (PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS YALL)

Warnings: Rhodey is a shitty dad, drug use, talk of depression, self harm. (You were warned)

*Written in first person and third person. So obviously imagine yourself.

You and your family always had an amazing bond. Speaking when something is concerning you or communicating during fighting. It’s something that a lot of people were jealous of. We were described as the perfect family. My dad, war machine, my mom, a lawyer and me a straight A student in junior year. But we should’ve known better. I should’ve known better that perfect families don’t last nor exist.

That one day your life came crashing down. The day you’ll remember forever was the day that your mom had stage four cancer. She had collapsed at a hearing and you at school had been dismissed by your dad, panic written on his face.

And that brings you here 4 months later living in the avengers compound. Uncle tony had offered for us to live in the avengers compound since mom was on bed rest and there were a lot of hospital bills to pay. Dad was out on missions not caring about me anymore and I was taking care of mom.

“Promise me that you’ll take care of dad for me?” My mom weakly smiled

“sure mom, sure” I sighed. She hadn’t even asked me to care care of myself

Her alarm went off pulling me out of my thoughts as it was time for medication. I look through her drawers and pulled out the necessary one. I took out two and gave her water. She quickly fell asleep. I opened her drawer again, looking over all the pills.

No one would notice? Right?

I took a pill bottle and coughed to cover the sound of the scattering in the container. I stuffed it in my shirt and closed the drawer. I walked back to my room and locked the door. Thankful no one could see me.

I opened the bottle and picked up a yellow pill. I swallowed it and waited for the effects. The feeling was euphoric and I longed for a feeling like that. During the night I would sneak back into her room and take more pills always feeing guilty. I knew she needed it and I was being selfish.

But one day I was sneaking back into her room and realized she wasn’t breathing. I ran into dads room to get him and he ran by her side. Yelling at her to wake up. The avengers ran in hearing the commotion and Wanda pulled me away from everything. I didn’t cry, I just stood there maybe waiting for a sign for this to be true. It all became real when the EMT’s pulled her body away with a white sheet covering her body.

Dad got worse and so did I after that. He went to missions way more and stuffed his face into paperwork. And I got more into addiction. My grades got worse and I shut everyone out. I started to self harm. I barely ate. I barely talked. I didn’t care anymore. I don’t care. I’m so fucking invisible to him.

I walked through the elevator after coming home from school.

“y/n sit we need to have a talk.” my dad says

I look around and see everyone else on the table giving me concerned looks.

I scoff and get ready for the bullshit.

I sit down and set my phone on the table. I hug my legs to my chest.

“What?” I say

“Don’t what me. You know exactly what’s the problem. I found these pills in your room.” Rhodey says setting down the pills “what are mom’s pills doing in your room.”

“They remind me of her” I shrug lying “not a big deal”

“Yeah it wouldn’t be a big deal if they weren’t missing. So where are they?” He asks

“They’re gone” I shrug “I don’t know what you want me to say”

“I want to know what happened to the pills” he says grabbing me by the arm

“I FUCKING TOOK THEM. I CONSUMED THEM. what is that better hearing that your daughter is a fucking addict. Huh?” I say “I mean give me a fucking break mom just died.”

“Yeah and what your taking drugs as a way to cope.” He scoffs

“Yeah because drugs are there for me. Mom died a couple months ago and you’ve been stuffing your face in work. Even before mom got diagnosed you went on your stupid missions and forgot about us. I was the one who found mom. dead. I’m 16 I shouldn’t be seeing things like that. And you didn’t even come and see me. Wanda was the one that held me back from everything. I’m fucking invisible to you. I’m nothing to you. You’re so lucky, I’m breathing right now because I tried to take my life away. I took a bunch of pills and I woke up.”

He looked away in shame

“you’re my fucking dad and I needed you but you’re never there.” I spat and walked to my room, slammed my door and locked it.

What type of asshole move was that? You never speak to your daughter for months and all of a sudden you fucking care. Yeah right.

I sigh and open my drawer and grab my sock that was taped to the wooden part. I took the drugs that was stuffed into the sock. My fucking coke is still here, thank Fuck. I picked up a shoe box and a random painting and aligned the coke in a straight line and just snorted it up. And another line and another.

“Fuck” You mutter, getting up from my bed and holding onto the walls. Shit did everything get fucking harder to do now or what? You let out a giggle as you finally felt the effects taking over your brain. You threw on a pair of shorts, a crop top, and a sweater. And checked if the coast was clear. It was so you jumped out of the window and onto the street. You were going to mcKays for a party, so you decided to walk.

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“hey there’s a new drug called 4164 (HIGH) do you wanna try it?” A man asked you “shit it’s powerful as hell, it’ll make you feel like you’ve touched heaven

“How much in a bag?” You ask

“2, $60 for each.” He says

“Shit give me some.” You said and gave him the money. he handed the bag in your hand and you immediately walked to the upstairs bathroom, desperate to feel the effects. You took one and sat on the toilet waiting the effects. When It didn’t come immediately, you took the other one desperate to feel the highness feeling.

You opened the door to the bathroom, tired of waiting it hit you like a bus. “oh my god” you clutches onto the walls as you walked around this big ass house. You walked over to the alcohol table and poured yourself a drink and then quickly giggled and ran to the floor to dance.

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You were walking on the street finally deciding it was time to go home since it was around 3am. You were clutching a vodka bottle in your hand, still high from the effects of the drug. That shit was strong. You never took something that made you feel this amazing and so high.

You finally made it home on your wobbly legs. You opened your window, ever so carefully placing the bottle on your nightstand and then throwing your whole body carelessly into your room. You changed your clothes and plopped onto your bed.

shit these effects are wearing off, I need some Xanax or something

you tiptoed to the kitchen and opened a cabinet to find anything but you couldn’t. So you found yourself standing in front of your mothers room. It’s been shut ever since. God if your mom was standing in front of you, she’d be calling you pathetic and stupid. But thats ‘if’ and she isn’t alive anymore. With a selfish shrug you opened her door and walked inside.

You didn’t feel the heavy energy of walking into this room simply for the reason that you are high. If you were sober, you’d probably cry but since you were high and drunk. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You looked through her cabinets and drawers and read every bottle. You opened the last drawer. Bingo there it was. It read “Alprazolam” aka Xanax. You took 2 pills and quickly shoved them into your mouth before closing and locking the door. You tiptoed back into your room and flopped on your bed.

You were thinking about how much a different person you were before shit hit the fan. It’s funny how one incident in your life could cause you to change your whole life around. You started to become dizzy.

woah why do I feel like this. Did I take too much?

your head started to hurt and your heart was pounding as fast as a beat. All of a sudden you threw up on your bed and your eyes were blacking out. You were tryna to stand up but you were simply too weak. So you laid your head on your bed and gave into the darkness.

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What happens when I die?

“heartbeat too low. Heartbeat too low.” FRIDAY rang across the house “please seek medical attention”

“What’s going on?” The avengers gathered in the living room and looked around confused.

“Heartbeat too low.” Your door rang “please seek medical attention.”

To say their hearts dropped so fast when it was your door rang. You had just been exposed for stealing your mothers pills and you’ve overdosed? There’s no way.

Rhodey ran to the door while the others followed. He opened the door and was horrified. You were in a fetal position, throw up all over you, mascara running down your face, sweat all over you and pale looking. You looked dead, like a zombie.

He quickly picked your body up, not caring about the throw up all over him and put you into the ambulance thanks to Friday.

“Help please I don’t know what happened. I think my daughter overdosed.” He sobbed “this is all my fault. Please save her please please”

He was a wreck for weeks unsure if you were going to wake up or not. As was everyone else. This was nothing they can do at this point. This was a mental battle between your mind and you. Who was going to win?

A/n: cringe. Thanks for reading the first chapter. This is the 300 follower special and I wanted to mix it up a little. Just stop writing for obx and write for marvel for a little while. This is a separate story and is not related to friable. I started writing this, a year ago and never finished it so here it is.

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