#get her to start smoking.... check (fvck)

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

I make claims to 67, 107, 133.....and sometimes 30 and 56....even though I feel creepy with family.

[trimont]

Drabble: Twenty-Eight

Title: Twenty-Eight Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 640 Trigger Warnings: References to drug abuse, overdoses, canon car accident, canon boat accident, and thoughts of death.

It was early, maybe five am. Weirdly enough Tristan had always been a morning person. He was used to getting to the stables when they opened so he could take out Hemingway’s Dream or Talladega Nights on the days the weather was decent. The rest of the time, he tended to go running most mornings. Being awake before dawn wasn’t anything new for him. Being awake without a reason, however, was new. He just… couldn’t sleep.

Tristan was curled up in the window seat, staring out towards the Seattle skyline. The window was cracked as he smoked his first cigarette of the day. Eden was still asleep, sprawled across the bed, Tristan’s pillow tucked up against her body now that he was up. September 3rd. What a weird day. He was twenty-eight today. Fvck, that was so strange. Tristan Montgomerey made it to twenty-eight years old. He never thought he’d make it to twenty-eight.

He always thought he’d be part of the 27 Club. He always thought he’d join the likes of Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, Amy Winehouse, and Janis Joplin. With the way he’d lived his life, it looked as though he’d be making that list, especially after the car accident earlier this year. As the headlights of the incoming car bore down on them, his first thought was: well, this checks. Except… He’d woken up after the accident. Just like he’d woken up after overdosing in 2018, and in 2016. And just like he’d crawled out of Puget Sound after totalling that stolen boat in 2013. Every time he thought he’d reached the end of the story, it kept continuing on. It felt unreal.

The sun was starting to rise, as the cigarette burned down to its filter. Fvck. He was twenty-eight. He’d never planned what he’d do after twenty-eight. It didn’t seem like it was in the cards. Sighing, he stubbed out his cigarette, and tossed it onto the windowsill ashtray before glancing over to where Eden was sleeping. A smile worked its way onto his face. Well… that wasn’t entirely true. He was going to get married this year. That was something. It was the only thing he had planned for his life right now, and maybe that was enough. It was a fresh start.

Pumpkin and Princess scampering into the room was his only clue that the bedroom door had been opened. As they made a beeline for the bed, he suddenly had his arms full of a fully awake toddler. “Daddy!” She squealed, burying her face into his neck. “It’s your birthday!” 

He laughed as he shifted Merritt so she wasn’t stepping on his balls, and grinned over at where Eden was trying to push the dogs off so she could go back to sleep. “It is my birthday.” He agreed. “The sun isn’t awake yet. Why are you, Missy?”

Merritt giggled. “‘Cause it’s your birthday, silly. Pancakes time.” She said, like it was obvious.

Tristan pushed them off of the window seat and onto the bed, shuffling the dogs and Merritt into position so they could go back to sleep, Merritt wedged between him and Eden, and the dogs on Eden’s other side. “Not for like… three more hours.” He argued, suddenly feeling like he could fall back asleep. The thing that surprised him was that Merritt hadn’t woken up Troy.

As if summoned, Troy shuffled into the room, and crawled onto the bed next to him. “It’s your birthday.” He said as a way of explanation. “I told her it was too early.” 

He nodded and he felt himself nodding back off, surrounded by his family. Just as he started to fade back to sleep he heard Troy whisper out: “Thank you for making it to twenty-eight.” 

Twenty-eight. This was going to be his year. He could feel it in his bones.

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Jay Park: Tartarus Escapade (1)

xx~ JAY PARK x Reader ~xx

Note: Read at Your Own Risk ~~ (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง Type: Series Chapter 1 >> Chapter 2 (to be posted)

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Jay Park being an infamous assasin.

Reader  - You can't remember your parents except for the gang who raised you. You had it hard. Being raised by the gang, you somehow end up knowing how the Black Market Organization work, and by that - you learn how to shoot, treat yourself when wounded, and live as a loner. You trust only yourself and even when you became an official gunman. Inside you, you are a cold-hearted killer.

<<< 5 YEARS AGO >>>

You were enjoying your cup of coffee and reading the newspaper when you noticed a familiar aura seated beside the table you're in.

"What do you want ELO?" you said with an irritating tone.

"He wants to speak with you."

"Well, I don't want to talk to him," you said eyeing him from your side.

"In that case, good thing that he gave me this letter." he slides-throw a small envelope at your table.

He throws it so fast that no one from the other table noticed.

"Hmm. Your skills have improved, no wonder that he has eyes for you." ELO said while crossing his arms.

"Yeah right," you said as you tried to open what's in the envelope.

"He wants you to complete that task within the next 3 hours."

"Seriously? He's even giving me a time limit?" you smirked. "Tell him, this will be done in an hour."

You did not wait for him to say anything. You stand up as you burn the envelope and throw it at the nearest trash bin you passed by.

You put your hood on and turned left to take the dark alley. While you're walking, you heard footsteps running behind you.

"Well, looks who it is. Evita," you said when you faced the person from your behind. "And here I thought you were dead from your last mission."

"Me? Dead? You really underestimate me Y/N." Evita said with a smirk on her face.

"What are you doing running around here anyway?" you asked.

"Looking for you. I saw you earlier in the cafe and was about to talk to you when I noticed ELO was at the other table. I just wanted to ask you something, that is if you could --" when she looked at you, you were gone. "Damn it Y/N! You can't escape me for too long!"

"Tssk, what an annoying kid." But you can't help but smile knowing that she's alive. Four years ago, you were like her.

You stopped walking when you finally arrived at the location you needed to be.

Your target is Mr. Double K. Already in his 30's. He killed women after getting his way with them.

You looked around. Without anyone noticing, you made your way inside Mr. Double K's mansion.

From the kitchen, you heard the maids talking. Apparently, they dislike their Master. They are arguing who would bring his food to his personal office. They are afraid that they might be assaulted 'again'.

You grind. You looked around a little more to check where would that 'personal office' Mr. Double K would be. You managed to avoid his bunch of guards without a hassle.

As you walked fast but quietly, you smelled the strong scent of tobacco coming from the room ahead. You slowly opened the door. And there, you saw your target. Leaning from the window while inhaling his last smoke.

You entered the room without him noticing. Without delay, the power from the mansion was cut off. You set this up before looking for his room.

"What the hell's going on?" he said. A few seconds, the guards open the door.

"We apologize Boss, but we have an intruder." the big man said.

"Well don't just stand there. Guard me for fvck sake!" Mr. Double K said with panic.

The big guards round-up Mr. Double K. You checked your wristwatch - already 20 minutes passed. You need to make your way.

You pulled the knife you have from your left leg. One of the guards saw the reflection when you pulled it out.

He immediately pointed a gun in your direction. You moved forward with a massive speed to go for his neck.

The guard panic and just kept shooting what's in front of him. Others joined in too, leaving Mr. Double K hiding behind his desk.

A few more seconds and the shooting stopped.

You were whipping the blood from your knife using the scarf from one of the guards. Mr. Double K peeked at the situation from his desk. He was surprised when he saw what you are doing.

He ran towards the nearest gun he could find from one of the guards.

"Now, you're being funny Mr. Double K. Just give up. We both know how would this end," you said sliding back the knife to your left leg.

"I'm not giving up that easy woman." with a smirk on his face, he quickly pointed the gun towards you.

You kept you stand and every time he shoots at you - you sway your body closer to him as if seeing every bullet and avoiding them as they came along - as if it was too slow for you.

When he runs out of bullets. He was just an arm away from you. He was shocked.

"Kill me now you - monster!" he said as he bends on his knee.

You grab him from the collar and made him looked at you. When Mr. Double K saw your face and looked at your eyes, he widened his eyes. He saw how your iris turned bloody red.

You closed your palm creating a fist then hit him from the chest. He felt the pain he never thought he will feel from a lady figure like you.

"Stop! Please! Stop!" he screams in pain. He said while spitting blood. His nose was also bleeding.

He doesn't realize it but you just crashed one side of his heart causing irregular circulation. Causing some of the organs to start failing.

You looked at him one last time and smiled. "My work here is done," you said as you make your way out of the mansion.

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"Evening Y/N." greeted you when you entered the lobby of Tartarus. (Tartarus is the name of the organization where the gang who raised you sold you to when you're only 16 years old.)

You just nodded at him. You kept walking towards 'his' office.

You swiped your passcard from the last door towards his office when you stopped as you suddenly felt a cold stare. Your defense instinct automatically turned on. Then...

"Hello 'my' Y/N... How nice of you to drop by." the man's voice came from behind you.

You turned around and saw the man you thought you’ll never see again. His arms covered with tattoos. His sharp brown eyes...

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A/N: Okay guys.. next chapter will be up this week as well ^_^

Thank you for reading. You keep me moving ♥

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[lepetitmondedeju]

Bruises, part 6 : Looking at you makes it harder

Word count : 1039

Author note : I know that it’s slow, but I want to take my time for that story. Also, I think I’m failing at making it a drabble series. Domestic violence is not normal, don’t let that happen even once because it’ll happen again, run away or go to the police or call special numbers for domestic violence.

Warnings : Tony being a worried big brother, I’m not even sure that this is a warning.

Song of the title : Already Gone, Kelly Clarkson

Masterlist

Bruises masterlist 

Part 5

“So what’s your excuse this time ?”, Tony asks, motioning his hand towards my face, before standing from his chair to sit on the bed. “Why did Adam hit you again ?”

“He didn't”, I respond him, way too quickly to not make him suspicious.

“Of course”, my brother shouts standing abruptly from the side of the bed he was sitting on. “The door hit you, or the wall maybe, making you run away in your nightshirt and finishing it in hypothermia, with cut on your feet and some other bruises on your legs.”

“That’s not what you think Tony, I asked things I shouldn’t have.”

“Like what ? What he wanted to eat ? Or maybe what he was doing ? Because, he has the right to control your whole life, but as soon as you ask what he’s doing, all you get is injuries.”

“Stop it !”, I shout back.

“Admit it Y/N, that guy is beating you and you are doing nothing to stop it.”

“Shut up, Tony, shut up. I love him can’t you understand that ?!”, I scream at him, surprised that no one in the tower burst in the room, after all, that tower is full of super heroes.

“Don’t you understand that it’s isn’t love ?”

“I love him, Tony.”

I see Tony’s shoulders fall and it’s like he gives up. I take advantage of that moment to get up from the bed.

“I’m going into my old room.”

“Meet me in thirty minutes, we’re going to have a breakfast and then you’ll see doctor Cho.”

“Well, see you later”, I conclude, going out.

I hold my tears during the time I cross the hallway to my safety place and lock myself before sticking my back on door. I let myself slide against the wood and finish sitting on the floor, my knees glued to my chest, crying without holding my tears. I don’t know why I shouted at Tony when I know that he’s right and I’m wrong. I know my brother is right but admitting the truth while looking at him makes it harder. I dry my tears and go into the shower in order to meet my brother on time, hoping that he’s not going to talk about that fight again.

Exactly thirty minutes later, I find Tony in the kitchen of his personal floor, the one nobody is allowed without a special accreditation.

“Take a sit, I made pancakes. And hot chocolate”, he says, showing me a tool around the kitchen island.

“I’m an adult Tony, I can drink coffee.”

“Not with me little thing. You are having chocolate”, he states, putting in front of me a smoking mug of hot cocoa with small marshmallows in.

He puts down two empty plates and a third one with a pile of pancakes on it, maple syrup and chocolate spread, before sitting down with the same steamy chocolate mug as mine. We start to eat in silence, but it’s not an awkward one and for the first time in a while I feel really good, sitting here, with my big brother eating pancakes with chocolate and maple syrup with a delicious home made hot cocoa, it feels like I’m four years old all over again, when my life was really simple, when all I had to worry about was where I left my Piglet stuffed animal.

Less than an hour later, with my stomach full of food and two hot cocoas, Tony takes me to see doctor Cho. She’s the Avengers doctor and I know she usually patch them up after battles. As soon as I step in her office, she makes me sit on the exam table and starts to examine me. She makes an X-Ray to check on my nose, patches my feet injuries and gives me antibiotics.

“It’s not broken”, she says, coming back with the X-Ray photography. “You’re lucky. Are you sure that you’re okay miss Stark ? Your brother told me that it’s not the first time that you have that kind of problems”, Helen asks me.

“My brother should mind his own business doctor. I’m perfectly fine, just a little clumsy.”

She looks at me the same way Tony does, not really daring to say something.

“You may go”, she says.

“Thank you doctor.”

I start to make my way back to my room when FRIDAY’s voice interrupts me.

“Miss Stark, your brother is waiting for you in his laboratory.”

“Thank you FRIDAY, I’m going there.”

Changing my path, I head to my brother’s lab, three floors down. I find Tony working on one of his Iron Man’s hand.

“You wanted to see me ?”, I ask him, leaning against the door frame.

“Why did you lied to Helen ?”

“About what ?”

“You being ‘clumsy'”, he says, making quotation marks.

“Because that’s the truth”, I state. “I’m tired of all of this, I’m going back home.”

“No that’s not, and you know it ! I’m sorry to repeat myself but you can’t go back there. You have to stay here, what’s gonna happen when you’ll step back over there and that Adam is going to be back ? I don’t want to lose you ! We already lost our parents and you’re all I have from the family we were once. You know that I love you, don’t you ?”

“Of course I know and I love you too, Tony.”

“So stay, here with me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, you just don’t want to. Let me help you.”

“I’m an adult Tony, stop wanting to control my life. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself !”, I scream at him. “And besides, you’re not my father.”

“You still don’t understand, you can’t go back and stay with him, what will happen next ? Someone is going to call me to say that you’re lying in a hospital bed, with something broken ? Or maybe to tell me that you’re in coma ? Or worse, dead ?”, Tony screams back at me, grabbing my arm.

“Let me go ! You don’t understand, I can’t leave him.”

As I say those last words, I run away from the lab, leaving an angry Tony behind.

Part 7

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