#hell might even be about being able to continue bullying after school

[comingdownwithme]

PLEASE I WANT MORE TICCIJEFF LORE I NEED TO HEAR MORE ABT IT!!!! IT SEEMS FUNNN!!!!

Ask and you shall receive! I don't have anything too concrete in regards to the silly lil background I made for this ship, so it's probably subject to change later (Especially since I haven't been caught up on the more recent updates on any of the Creepypastas' stories), but here it is anyways! (And have a stupid bonus doodle while we're at it because I couldn't help myself)

Basically, the Woods and Rogers family lived in the same neighborhood for most of their lives, and the kids met during some social event like some neighborhood party. Liu (8) was the first to spot Toby (10) and mentioned how weird he was to Jeff (13) , who- instead of taking it as a deterrent- walked up, told him bluntly that his lil brother thought he was a weirdo, and promptly introduced himself. Thus started a friendship filled with genuine care and sincerity alongside the usually teenage dumbassery! (With Liu being dragged along on occasion against his will)

Jeff was always patient with Toby. Even when his tics and stutters got bad he'd always stay by his side, made sure the other boy had someone he could talk to, someone who would listen, someone who even bothered to try and understand him. And Toby, in turn, would do the same, even when Jeff's own thoughts scared him on some days. The two were near inseparable as years went by, moreso when they continued on with school where Toby would be bullied or judged.

(If Jeff let the awful, curious temptation simmering under his skin let loose, sending a student or two to the nurse after a particularly bad insult, who's to say)

One day though, Jeff and Liu's parents made the decision to move to a better place when their dad landed a good job. They'd be able to go to some place bigger, get things they were never able to get, learn under a school that offers better opportunities.

Jeff would've been happy- especially since the rest of his family seemed to be- if he wouldn't be leaving his best friend.

The weeks before the move was tense, especially in the Woods' household. How the hell were you just supposed to leave a staple part of your life? To let go of something- someone who had been such an integral part of it?

(Would he be ok? How's he going to make it through school? Who's gonna talk to 'im when his dad is out again- God knows where?)

(If Jeff cared a little more, felt a little more than the average friend, who's to say)

Still, the duo tried to spend the time they had, tried to make sure Jeff would leave without any regrets.

When the Woods' boys were packing their last things into their car, the Rogers family standing aside, watching their close, family friends as they prepare their leave, the two teens promised they'd keep in touch.

Years down the line, a white-hooded monster would reminisce about better days as he held a cigarette between bloodstained fingers, wondering what might have been if they had just stayed. The maddening, burning pyre of grief and anger that fueled his bloody venture had simmered into a low, thrumming heat in his melancholy, and the man wondered what his best friend would've thought of him now after everything, after one tragedy after another turned him into something even he considers to be less than human.

Somewhere, deep in the woods, a man, haunted by the glimpses of a life he was never supposed to remember, grips his axe in a white-knuckled grip.

[exhaslo]

Since Puzzle Pieces is a favorite piece of mine from your writing could you dk like a mini side story about reader and mafia!miguel raising a family together especially with reader navigating finding herself

MORE SIDE CONTENT!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO

Warning: Minors DNI, some smut, mentions of sex, mentions of murder, mentions of bullying

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"Mama, mama, mama! Wanna play at park, please, please, please?!"

Unable to resist the adorable look your oldest son was giving you, you caved.

"Alright, sweetie. Why don't you pick out an outfit while I call daddy to let him know, okay?"

You smiled brightly as the toddler cheered before running off to his room. It has been a few years into your relationship with Miguel and you couldn't be happier. The two of you had three beautiful children...and counting according to Miguel.

Your oldest son, Gabriel, was four; the second child, Gabriella, was two; and the last child, Kron, was only a few months old.

Humming lowly as you took your two youngest children to your room, you placed them on the bed before calling Miguel. Ever since your children were born, Miguel took extra caution whenever you would go out.

It was thanks to an incident when you and Lyla went out for some clothes shopping when Gabriel was about five months old. One of the other mafia families had the nerves to kidnap the three of you for ransom. Miguel did not take it lightly and ended up killing that new form mafia family.

"Hey, Miggy, I'm taking the kids to the park. Little Gabriel was just too cute to say no too," You said with a giggle.

"Aye, mi amor (my love), you must show some restraint with him."

"I know, I know."

"I'll send some men over. How are you doing today?" Miguel asked, wanting to make sure his wife was in good health.

"I'm okay, Migs-"

"AHHHHH PLEASE!"

"Are you okay? Another mafia group bothering you?" You asked after hearing the screams in the background. Miguel just chuckled softly,

"Not reason a bother, more like an insect. But don't worry, mi amor, they will be squashed in a moment. After I'm done here, I should be able to go home early."

"Maybe you could join us at the park, hehe," You said with a smile as you finished changing Gabriella.

"Daddy!"

"Yes, Gabi, your daddy might join us~"

"Now I have to finish early. I'll see you soon."

With that, Miguel hung up. You continued to change your youngest before laughing at how Gabriel dressed. Once finished, you had to fix your oldest clothing. With the three finally ready to go, you waited for Migue's men to appear.

You loved Miguel. He was still ever so kind and gentle with you. Your stuttering had calmed down with his help, although, you do get the occasional nerves, especially with new people. If anything, your children were the biggest reason for you to try and get better.

You wanted them to look up to you. Miguel was not only a powerful mafia boss, which the kids won't know about, but also one of the world's most powerful CEO. Compared to Miguel, you were just a small little bunny.

The thought made you sorrow. You wanted to do something with your life as well, but what? You've spent a good portion being bullied and ridiculed by both your parents and your ex boyfriend. Hell, if it wasn't for Miguel, you might not be here.

"Mama, the Peters are here!" Gabriel cheered.

Chuckling lowly towards your son's cute group name, you opened the door for the Peters. Jessica was there as well and greeted you and the small children.

"Hey, how's everything going?" You asked, wanting to get your mind off of your failures.

"Good. My kid's causing a ruckus in school every now and then. Wished, he got more of his father than me," She said with a laugh.

"Awe, I don't even want to think about sending Gabriel to school. I'll miss him too much!"

"Girl, with how Miguel is, he'll give you another baby." Jessica said with a wide smirk causing you to blush.

Miguel would.

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You were tired. You were sitting on one of the park benches, watching Kron as your other two children played. The Peters were watching the two children like a hawk while Jessica helped you with your youngest. Even with the help, you felt drained from other parents watching you.

It brought you back into your thoughts of what you wanted to do with your life. You had been through so much trauma that you could write a book, but would anyone read it? Would it be too depressing for other people?

"Excuse me, are all these men with you? You're making the other parents feel uncomfortable," A woman spoke while approaching both you and Jessica.

"O-Oh," You flinched, "S-Sorry...um-"

"Her husband worries a lot. They are her and her children's bodyguards, do mind yours." Jessica huffed.

"Well, it's still making everyone uncomfortable!"

You felt your heart sink. You couldn't even stand up for yourself against other parents. What were you going to do when your children went to school?

"My apologies, then perhaps we shall find another park for our children to play at."

Miguel placed his hand against your back, smiling casually towards the irate woman. It was instant that the parents gasped upon realizing who Miguel was. They immediately said it was fine as people tried to approach Miguel.

"And here we go," Miguel said with a heavy sigh. You smiled towards your husband,

"I'm sure the kids played enough for today,"

"DADDY!!!!"

"See?" You giggled as the two children ran towards Miguel.

Miguel laughed as he picked up his children. His loving gaze towards his family made you swell with joy. As long as Miguel supports whatever you want to do, you will be happy. Hell, knowing Miguel, he would make everyone in his mafia to buy your book, puzzle or whatever you do.

"Ready to go home?" Miguel asked his kids. They whined in response, "Mommy and Daddy have important work to do."

You felt your cheeks warm up as you looked at Miguel in protest. Using sex as an excuse for important work was going to get old eventually. You whined in turn as your children agreed to Miguel's ridiculous lie.

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"Tell me, (Y/N), what's been on your mind lately?" Miguel asked with a hum as he pressed your body against the bed, his cock reaching the deepest part of your gummy walls.

"M-Miggy, n-no fair," You whined as he held your legs over his shoulders, "I-I can't think...l-like this."

"Sure you can,"

With a thrust of his hips, you gasped and moaned his name. Your body melting against his touch and pussy clenching around his dick. No matter how many times Miguel would fuck you, it still brought you to nirvana each time.

Whimpering as Miguel's thrusts grew faster and rougher, you couldn't hold your voice back. You arched your back, whining and moaning as Miguel slapped against that sweet spot of yours.

"There's my little bunny. Wanna tell me what's wrong, amor?" Miguel whispered in your ear as he pressed you into mating position.

"Mhm~" You wanted to protest, but how could you? "I-I...ah~ I want...t-to do something...mhm~ with my l-life-"

"Amor,"

Miguel whispered softly, pulling you in for a kiss as you confessed. His thrusts were slow and sweet as he held you closely.

"Hah~ Ah~ M-Maybe...I...I could w-write a b-book."

"I'll support whatever you do, (Y/N). Just say the word and it's yours."

"Mhm~"

You wrapped your arms around Miguel as the two of you continued your 'important work'.

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Once all of your children were asleep, you sat in the living room, typing away on a laptop Miguel bought for you. Miguel approached you from behind, placing a cup of hot tea on the table. You smiled as he took his spot beside you, kissing your shoulder.

"Have you decided what you want to do?" Miguel asked softly. You rested your head against his,

"Well, I want to write about what I went through. Maybe...it will help other people try and get out of their similar fate....and I want to make learning puzzles for kids."

"Hm, seems like my wife has a busy schedule ahead of her." Miguel's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, "Just let me know and I'll help anyway I can."

"Thank you, Miguel." You titled your head and kissed him sweetly, "I love you."

"I love you more,"

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I hope you enjoyed! Puzzle Pieces is always fun to write! Also, you all might like my new series:

Over-Time

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[leth-writes]

Willpower (yandere Chrollo x reader)

Summary: You can bend anyone to your will... Anyone except Chrollo, apparently.

Warnings: brief discussions of gore, also there isn't too much yandere behavior in this, but if anyone wants a continuation just let me know! As always, my blog is 18+.

For as long as you could remember, others had been a bit… suggestible.

You weren’t sure why God had decideed to give you such an incredible curse, but hey, you were stuck with it, so might as well work with what you’ve been given.

It had started off small, as curses always do; suddenly, your parents were always changing their minds about buying you ice cream. Then, at school, your teachers would always forget they’d just asked you for your homework, and bullies’ eyes seemed to gloss over you, even if you were sitting right in front of them. It seemed that everyone around you suddenly got a whole lot more agreeable to your whims, going along without so much as a single complaint. At first, it was great; what kid wouldn’t want to be able to get out of homework and punishments?

The problem was, you couldn’t control it. You were stuck in a hell of your own design, always forced to consider whether someone actually wanted to be around you, or whether you’d accidentally bent their wants and needs to match your own. Friends would suddenly wake up, as though from a dream, and suddenly want nothing to do with you; your first crush slapped you after your first kiss, determined that you’d tricked them or something. Your whole life would periodically crash around you as you lost jobs and friends and opportunities, all because of some ability you weren’t even trying to use. You were forced to constantly wonder whether anyone actually liked you, or if they were just being mind-controlled into your unwilling puppets. You didn’t have much of a choice; it wasn’t like you could tell whether or not someone was being controlled, after all.

So you hunkered down and worked on your studies until you could graduate. Except, right before you were set to walk that stage and snatch your diploma, you’d been called into the principal’s office and confronted about cheating. Apparently none of your teachers could remember assigning you those high grades; as a result, you were expelled a week before you could graduate, left floating in the wind and doomed to repeat your failures.

Eventually, your parents seemed to wise up to what had been happening. Years and years of accidents left them highly resistant to your ability, leading them to seek out all manner of treatment. After the 15th exorcism, they seemed to just accept they had a monster for a child. It was then your family cracked, your father running away in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye.

Your mother only got worse after that. She became highly paranoid, convinced you were out to get her, and suspicious over any impulse she got. She started locking you in your room and forcing you to wear a hideous muzzle, one that left scar after scar layered around your cheeks and digging into your soft flesh, just to make sure she was safe from influence. You weren’t allowed to talk to her, or to anyone in fact, locked in your room day after day, brought your meals by a maid who wore sound-cancelling headphones. You were trapped, locked away without much hope of being set free.

You wasted years in that cramped room, with that horrible metal muzzle on, wishing and hoping and pleading for your mother to arrive and announce it had all been a mistake, one she regretted dearly. You fantasized about her taking you out for ice cream, like she had when you were little, and wrapping you in a tight hug, apologizing profusely for hurting you. And yet, your dreams never came true. You would wake up in that hell, still stuck in place, fearing you’d be trapped until the day you died.

Finally, one night, you were woken up by a loud clanging sound, the noise the heavy door made when it opened. You bolted awake, sure someone was coming in the night to rescue you, only to see your mother. Here eyes were crazed in the dim, flickering light of the hallway, standing there panting with a knife in one hand.

“I’ve had enough of your bullshit!” She screamed, practically frothing at the mouth. You backed away, hands out to placate her. It didn’t work, and she swung the knife in a wide arc, trying to force you even further back.

“Every day, I can feel the whispers in the back of my mind! I’ve had enough, I need to cut you out!” She swung again, wildly, this time coming even closer. It seemed like this would be it; the day you were freed from your horrific curse. You didn’t want to die, but it seemed you had no choice.

Suddenly, your mother stopped, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her face went terrifyingly blank, and she jerked the knife up, plunging it in one fell swoop into her chest. Blood spurted over her white nightgown, and still, her face was dull, as though she’d already been drained of life. She collapsed to the ground, dead before she landed, crumpled in the corner like a cast-away doll. You stumbled over to her, uncertain and terrified, though you knew the truth; your mother was dead, and you needed to leave. You found the key to the muzzle and freed yourself, and you never looked back.

It had been years since that fateful day, years of carefully honing your abilities until you could control them like you would an extra limb. You practiced subtly nudging people, rather than tugging them under the current of your will, meaning most people were completely unable to notice your ability working on them. You made a living by cheating people, and while you hated being so dishonest, you didn’t have much of a choice; left without a name or a history, you were unable to obtain any documents, and as a result were unable to put down any permanent roots. You moved from town to town, staying only until people started to become suspicious, and then you were off. You were careful to not become too close to anyone, limiting any contact only to your work.

Today, however, would be the day that everything changed. You were going to rob that stupid auction, and you would earn enough money from selling the artefacts on the black market to finally find a little house and settle down in the countryside. You could picture the soft bedsheets and lazy mornings already!

You’d already worked your way down into the bowels of the auction house, planning on sneaking your way backstage to get your pick of the artefacts before they were sold. You didn’t bother wearing a disguise, you didn’t plan on staying, though you turned the attention of anyone you came across away from you.

You’d already heard the stories about the previous attempt at this year’s auction; apparently an entire room of people, possessions and all, had just… vanished. You wondered if someone else had an ability?

Part of the reason you were so determined to hit this specific auction, you thought privately, was the desire to see if there was another like you; you were tired of feeling alone, of feeling isolated, and having someone else that could understand would be the best-case scenario. It never hurt to do a little investigating, after all.

The auction house was large and ornate, made of gold pillars and massive chandeliers. Yet, the servants’ halls were small and cramped. You supposed that was a universal constant; those high society wanted kept out of the light were forced to scurry around in the dark, scrambling for scraps as the guests gorged themselves on the richs of the world.

You had started off feeling so guilty about taking even the rotted food from the kitchens of the wealthy; years of seeing the truth, the reality behind the sheer silk film that separated the world of the richest from the rest had drained that anxiety from you. You knew now that they most likely wouldn’t even notice anything was missing; no one would remember these items in even a week. It was entirely a vanity project.

Finally, you arrived backstage. There were dozens of crates, massive and wooden, lining the back of the dark area, all clearly stuffed to bursting with precious artefacts worth millions. Shaking off your thoughts, you set to work.

Sorting through the crates was hard work, but you quickly created a pile of items you knew no one would miss, mainly gold and jewels. The people who would be bidding on these wouldn’t even notice they were gone; they had no idea what was in their current collection, after all. You knew you’d hit quite a lot of the people in the crowd, and yet none had noticed when you’d pilfered the artefacts they’d once been so excited to collect.

You were startled out of your work by the clearing of a throat. Confused, you whipped around; shit, had you let your abilities slip?

Standing in front of you was an entire collection of people. They were a haphazard group, each dressed completely differently, yet all staring calmly at you. It seemed they were able to pierce through that thin film you’d set up to keep anyone from spotting you. You let out an exasperated sigh, frustrated with yourself; what was the point of practicing for hours if you were just going to slip up every time you stopped paying attention for 5 minutes?

You held up a hand, focusing on the pulsing of their wills. They were stronger than most people, and it took significant effort to turn them away, but you finally did, sweating and panting with the effort. Why was it so hard?

The group ignored you, finally under the reach of your abilities, and began talking of their plans to rob the auction house. You gleaned that they were the ones responsible for the disappearance of the other patrons. Maybe they had similar abilities? Fascinated, you placed the artefacts you had chosen in your bag and sat back to watch. You were surprised they were even able to get back there, security was tight, after all. You’d even heard talk of famous assassins patrolling the halls.

Still, you watched as they sprted through the crates. Each item was carefully pulled out and placed in front of a young boy with incredibly long hair, who placed a hand on it and seemed to pull a copy out of thin air. They appeared out of nowhere; first a blur, then an exact copy, like magic. You’d never seen something so incredibly, so cool! You guessed that this was truly a group with magic powers, even stronger than your own!

The group bantered back and forth, seemingly old friends, as they puppeteered the auction, the tall lady with the short hair bringing out each copy for the auctioneer to sell. Ecstatic to finally see someone with a power like yours, you followed them to the abandoned building it seemed they were living in.

They all sat around, drinking and laughing, seemingly enjoying the spoils of the evening. You wanted, for the first time in years to let those walls down and finally settle down, maybe make some friends?

It was then you noticed him. The seeming leader of the group, clad only in a fur coat and leather pants, hair pulled back to expose a cross tattoo on his forehead. He radiated power in a way you hadn’t ever seen before, and he was staring right at you. Frantic, you checked your ability, only to see that everyone’s wills were under your control except his. Shit.

You pulled on his will, and his stare seemed to waver before hardening again. “Who are you?” He questioned, eyes hard and blank. Just like that, the other wills snapped from your control, and the group turned to you as a collective, the mirth from the moments before drained away.

“What the fuck?” The tall blond man in the tracksuit said, seemingly enraged.

“Did you not notice you were being followed?” The leader intoned, voice cool and collected.

A collective no raised from the group.

You were fucked, completely fucked! “Shit!” You squeaked, holding your hands up. “I-I promise I wasn’t trying to hurt you or-or spy or anything! I was just curious, I saw you all at the auction!” You explained, hurredly, backing away.

“Ah, just curious, were you?” The leader said, standing slowly. “And how did you manage to sneak past some of the best fighters in the world?” He approached, almost cautious as though he’d scare you off.

“I… I have an ability, like yours…” You said, pointing to the small boy with the long hair.

“An… ability?” The leader said, stopping in his tracks.

“I can bend people to my will, but I promise I only stopped them from seeing me! I didn’t do anything else!” You explained, backing up until your back hit the wall. The group’s anger seemed to drain away, genuine curiosity flitting across each face.

“Ah, how interesting. And you’ve never met anyone else with this ability?” The leader asked.

You shook your head.

“How would you feel about joining my little group, then…?”

You nodded, and your life changed forever.

[hjcoolartnerd]

Just A little Push Part 1

A Harringrove and Dylommy Fanfic

It was a very normal day in Hawkins, Dylan was just finishing his shift at the pool. He usually had shifts with Billy but this day he asked to get an early shift, Why? well he was going to hang out with his long time friend Steve. The two haven't talked since their friendship collapsed during middle school and last week the two saw each other since they graduated at Steve's work Family video. After talking for a long while the two agreed to hang out together along with Steve's Coworker Robin Buckley. As Dylan dried off he could see a very much angry Billy entering the pool's locker room "WHAT THE HELL WALKER!" He shouted at Dylan who didn't seem faced, on the contrary he knew this was coming "Calm down Hargrove" He said back as he took of his tank top uniform. "Don't tell me what to do shit head! I thought you promised we were going to have our shifts at the same time I barely know the little shits in town let alone our coworkers" He spat still angry. "Look, I had to take a early shift. I had plans today in the afternoon and i couldn't work our usual shift." He replied back calmly changing into a dry plain shirt. "So? I could have joined you in the morning shift" He continued to reply his anger not disappearing. "Give me a break Hargrove you aren't a morning person, so I took the morning shift with Adam. It was super quiet at that hour tho, no annoying kids and no hot sun to bother us. I could even get my break in peace.” He said taking off his red swimming trunks. “So who is taking the afternoon shift with me?” He was still mad “uh Heather Holloway. She agreed to switch shifts something about not being able to take the morning shift” Dylan said as he pulled on some fresh pair of shorts “ great so now I’m working with a completely random girl?” He grumbled as he leaned on the lockers “we studied with heather… besides I promised Steve I would hang out with him.” He said the mention of Steve’s making Billy straightened up “Harrington? You are meeting with Harrington or Farrah Fawcett?” Billy looked straight at Dylan’s eyes “Yes Harrington. Randall left Hawkins for New York.” Dylan said as he finished getting ready “lucky bastard” he muttered “so… Harrington you still like him?” Dylan laughs at Billy’s question “no I don’t still like Steve… I was so focused on his ass and his …. Attention that I might have lost sight of people who actually liked me like Eddie or Barb.” Dylan looked at him before smirking “why you like Steve?” Billy choked at Dylan’s suggestion “What?! I don’t like losers like Harrington… he just has nice hair and… well..” his voiced lowered as he looked away “awe that’s cute Hargrove, you like Steve” he chuckled “relax before you threaten me, I won’t tell anything to Steve but I’ll let you know if he mentions you” he chuckles as he grabs his bag “see ya tomorrow Hargrove.” Dylan slowly began walking out of the locker room and by extension the community pool. He walked past the front were he saw Adam who was also getting his things to leave, Dylan saw more people walk in like Mrs. Wheeler and the rest of the moms that usually came by to gawk at Billy's shirtless physiche. Dylan just kept walking until he reached his car a red 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS454, a Christmas gift from his mom's new boyfriend. He turned on the engine, and took one last glance at the community pool as he then began driving to his place. Dylan was lucky that his sister and Bruce were out of town for the weekend so he had invited Steve and Buckley to his place.

After a while of driving, he eventually arrived to the small two story house that he and his sister managed to get. He turned off the engine as he stayed in the car for a short while. He looked over at the Neighboring house as he noticed a familiar brown haired Jerk arriving to the house next door. He lived right next to Carol Perkins, and the guy he saw was his high school bully Thomas 'Tommy' Hagan. He took a deep breath as he got out of his car grabbing the key to his house, in the corner of his eyes Dylan noticed Tommy walking towards the fence as he leaned "Hey Walker! Good to see yah Pretty boy, Thought you left town" He said with his trademark smirk one that he was tired of seeing. "Hello Hagan.... I thought you were working in prison already." Dylan said as he stopped right in front of the door of the house. "You have a nice sense of humor Walker. You've always been kind of funny man" He said still leaning on the fence, "Since when are you living next door to Carol man?" Dylan took a deep breath, he knew he needed to go inside and get things ready to hang out with Steve and Buckley but he also couldn't be rude to his neighbor no matter how much he wanted. "Since we graduated from Hawkins high. My sister, Bruce and I took this place not long after...." He walked closer to Tommy who just smiled "That's nice! can't wait to see you almost every day Walker." Tommy had a genuine smile as he was going to extend his hand to shake Dylan's hand he was stopped "TOMMY! Are YOU COMMING FOR OUR MOVIE NIGHT OR NOT" It was Carol annoying voice, "Coming Babe!" He yelled back before smiling at me "Well i got to head inside, My girl is kind of an attention whore" He said as he walked into the house "An attention whore and a bed whore too..." Dylan mumbled to himself as he went to the door and unlocked it. He was greeted by his friendly dog Milo "Hey Buddy! Miss you too boy! let's go eat before going for a walk" He said feeding an excited Milo who just wagged his tail. Dylan was standing close to a window that had a full view to Carol's house, it was different that her parents house but they still had a pool. Dylan could see clearly to the Livingroom and to the kitchen, Carol was looking for beer for Tommy while tommy was sitting on the couch rambling about who knows. He shook his head as he looked back at Milo. It was going to be a long night wouldn't it.

Eventually, Steve and Buckley Arrived to Dylan's place, he let them enter as he led them towards the living room. "Welcome to my humble abode!" He said smiling as he sat on the couch "Wow this place looks awesome Dylan." Steve said sitting right next to him and Robin also sat down. "So Walker what's new? How is the community pool is treating you?" Robin asked him as Steve instantly looked at Dylan for his answer "Honestly, The pool is fine... not the first place i had in mind as a job but i still took it. Tho im planning of quitting once summer ends. Might try to get a job at KFC's newest rival, the Chicken Shack." He said stretching on the couch "Oh yeah the new place right across of were we work, I heard they have good food" Robin said as she smiled "how are you co workers treating you Dyl" Steve asked more interested on Dylan's co-workers than Dylan wanting to changed jobs. "Oh they are okay.... Heather Holloway usually works in the morning as well as the rest of my co workers, I usually work in the evenings with Hargrove." He said and that quickly peeked Steve's interest. "Hargrove.... Is he still a handsome Jerk?" Steve said trying to say it low but Dylan still heard "I don't know about handsome, Steve, but he is still a jerk... he was mad at me for not telling him about me working early, So I almost didn't make it out alive" He chuckled "But Hargrove and I are friend ish, so i guess we are fine...." Steve nodded as Dylan got up "Let me get the snacks from the kitchen." He walked away leaving Steve and Robin alone in the living room "Steve, if you talk like that about Billy, Dylan will find out that you like Billy" Robin said with a smirk "I know, But I can't help it... I haven't Seen him since graduation..." He hesitated "I wanted to swing by the pool but Dylan is always on shift with Billy" He sighed "Look i know that Dylan might have feelings for you but you like Billy, you can't help it. Dylan would understand it" She said patting his back "Besides I don't think Billy would reject the King" Steve laughed at Robin as Dylan returned with snack "Guess who i saw next door?" He said with a frown on his face. "OH Who? Barb?" Steve said " No she is in New York." Dylan replied fast "Copy cat Steve?" Robin asked and Dylan glare "No... I thank god or else id have to move. But no he is Also In new York." He said sitting down as he set the snacks on the small coffee table "Then who Walker?" Robin asked "Tommy Hagan... He and Carol are still going strong" Dylan said with a permanent frown on his face. "Isn't that The one who used to call you the F word every day and Steve didn't say anything to him?" She asked as Dylan nods "Yes That same jerk.... and It was weird, he was happy to see me... there was no hate, no anger.... no homophobia...." Dylan trailed off "Really? are we talking about the same Tommy. As In Thomas Hagan, freckles, douchebag, boyfriend to a whore?" Steve asked as Dylan nods again "Yeah that Tommy. It was really weird interaction very friendly." He said as he shrugged "Not that weird" Robin said as they all looked at her "What?" Steve asked confused. "Yeah Buckley what do you know that Steve doesn't?" Dylan asked crossing his arms "Well, Its obvious, why he only bullied you Dylan or more like why he mostly bullied you... He might be closeted or curious." She said as both Dylan and Steve laughed at her suggestion "Really Robin? Saying that Tommy is closeted is like saying that Billy is a flaming gay" Steve added laughing as Dylan just laughed with the most fake laugh he could, He couldn't reveal Billy's secret without Billy's consent so he just laughed with Steve. This was the most weird reunion that Dylan and Steve have had but it was cool, The thought of a curious or closeted Tommy did made Dylan curious, the same to Steve the thought of Billy being a flaming gay.

A/N: Here we have the first part of Just A little Push. I thought i was going on for too long writing this , But it was an Idea I had, Obviously I never saw My oc getting with Tommy Hagan as a couple but.... thats why AU's Exist right?

[lythea-creation]

One Day - Nadeen x fem reader

summary: Everything changes for (f/n) when a nasty rumor spreads. Will Nadeen be able to help her?

warnings: bullying

word count: 882

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When I entered school everyone was looking at me and whispering. It was not anything unusual. After all I was friends with Tasneem, was part of the popular girls.

But the way Hiba and Tasneem looked at me when I walked over to their desks made me anxious.

“Hey guys! What's up?”, I inquired, trying my best to act casual.

“Why did you do that?”, Tasneem accused me.

“What?”, I replied dumbfounded.

What the hell were they even talking about? What was up here?

“Don't play the dumb one now”, Hiba proclaimed.

“I'm not”, I insisted. “What's going on?”

“We know what you said”, Tasneem stated. “That you told everyone I was buying followers. As if I needed to do that. I thought you were my friend, (f/n). How could you do that to me?”

“What? No, I didn't! I swear”, I proposed.

“Everyone's talking about it and you want us to believe you? Honestly I expected more from you”, Tasneem noted.

“Now go away and leave us alone”, Hiba ordered. “We don't want a traitor like you around.”

For a moment I was frozen in place, shocked at what had just happened. How did that rumor even spread? There was no truth in it.

“Are you deaf?”, Hiba taunted me. “Go away!”

I stumbled a few steps backwards, accidentally bumping into another desk.

From one minute to the next I had just lost all my friends. And what for? I had not even done anything!

I could not stand being in the same room as them right now. So I fled into the hallway, continuing outside until I reached a bench I could collapse on.

My upper body crouched forward, my head buried in my hands.

“(f/n)?”, a familiar voice called out, although I could not grasp who it belonged to. “Are you okay?”

Reluctantly I looked up to face Nadeen. How ironic.

To word it a bit dramatic she was basically Tasneem's nemesis. As such I had mocked her countless times before.

Was this her way of payback? Making me confide in her, only to laugh at me afterwards?

“What do you want?”, I mumbled.

“Checking on you? No offense but you look like shit”, she remarked.

“It's nothing”, I brushed it off.

“Doesn't look like it”, she insisted.

“Are you always so pushy?”, I wondered.

“Nah, only when needed”, she claimed. “I heard about the rumors.”

“Then you know what's going on. So what? You think that I made a move against Tasneem and now you want me on your side?”, I assumed.

She sighed. “Like I just said I want to check on you. You stormed right past me in the hallway and I'm not the kind of person to ignore something like that.”

“So you're a saint?” I scoffed.

“Alright then. Don't tell me”, she shot back and turned away from me.

“No, wait! I'm sorry”, I confessed. “I don't know what's up with me. I don't wanna be like that.”

“Then don't”, she considered.

“It's not that easy”, I remarked.

“It actually is”, she proclaimed. “You just need to know what you want and work toward it. For starters surround yourself with the right people.”

“Like you?”, I questioned.

“Maybe”, she stated. “I mean if you want to.”

“Why are you so nice to me? I was nothing but a jerk to you”, I recalled.

“I wanna see the good in people. That's all. Everybody deserves a second chance, you know?”, she enlightened me.

“Impressive”, I noted. “Alright! Teach me then!”

She did. And honestly she had been right. It was not hard. Except for the part that I was on the receiving end of the bullying now.

Hiba and Tasneem were pushing me around all the time now, calling me a traitor. It hurt, especially because we had been so close before.

But Nadeen made me push through it. She was truly incredible and I could not help but admire her.

She was one of the few people at school who was actually acting like herself and standing up for her values.

She was also defending me from my ex friends despite the trouble it caused her.

And over time I noticed how my heart was skipping a beat when she was doing that. Or when we were hanging out and she smiled at me. Or when she was so close to me that I could easily stretch out my hand to stroke back a strand of her hair that had fallen into her face.

When she was looking me in the eyes it felt like I was an open book to her. Sometimes that was scary and yet I was yearning for her in a way I had never done for anyone before.

I was wondering if she was feeling the same way. But after losing my friends merely a few weeks ago I did not dare to ask Nadeen about it. I was afraid of losing her, too. No matter how often she told me that she was not going anywhere.

Maybe she could help me to heal enough to tell her one day.

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[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Could you write more chapters for Blood Brothers in the future? I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since I read it, I love Spider's dynamic as a protective older brother. Additionally, I wanted to ask what would happen if the boys had one more sibling (you know, the time frames would change and, for example, Spider would be 5 years old, Hunter would be 2/3 (what is the exact age difference between them?) and the unborn child would take Hunter's place). What gender would they be, what would they look like and what about the personality?

Hello! I just posted all the prompts I've been receiving on ao3. it's not a continuation of the story but it is more in that universe.

As for the addition of another sibling, I've said before in my Paz lives modern au that I like the idea of Paz and Quaritch accidently having the same amount of kids as Jake and Neytiri. In that I have them having three boys and then a girl. But I like the idea of a little sister being around so I'll up the ante and say that Paz was pregnant with twins when she was killed, a boy and a girl.

In Blood brothers Spider and Hunter have about a two and half year age gap so lets say these other siblings are also about two years younger then Hunter. Spider would be 5, and Hunter would be two going on three when their mom dies and the twins are born. I was going through military names/ strong names for boys and girls trying to pick a name I think Quaritch would like and the only names that stuck out to me were Gunner for the boy and Ada for the girl so that's what I'll go with here but I'm happy to hear any other names that might fit better.

So in this scenario the twins would be ten. I feel like I gave Hunter enough angst so the twins grow up in just a nice average home. Their moms are super loving and chill and just let the two of them express themselves however they want. Ada is a spit fire just like Paz was. She's girly as hell. Like her moms let her wear a tutu and fairy wings to school just cause, but she will square up with any bully that dares to mess with her or anyone really. Ada looks a lot like Paz with her late mother's eyes nose and mouth, and has her curly hair but it's lighter in color, more of a honey blond. Gunner is a little more laid back. Like if his sister is a firework, he's a camp fire, really fun and chill to be around, but if you miss treat him, your going to start a wild fire. It takes a lot to get to him though since his sister is so much more energetic then him. Gunner has the same eye and hair color as his sister but leans a little more towards his fathers looks then his mothers.

Since Spider would be older at the time of his moms death he would actually remember that he had siblings and would grow up really resentful that he was separated from them. Not only that but he would actually have happy memories of being with his parents, would think Quaritch was in the right for going after his mother's killer and would be pissed that his family was destroyed, making him a lot less trusting of all of his care takers including Norm. Maybe he even runs away from his foster homes at like fourteen, and Quaritch finds him and is able to convince Spider to stay with him. Spider of course doesn't know his father is planning on kidnapping his other siblings, and is ready to throw hands when Quaritch shows up with his younger brothers and sister.

Just for simplicity Hunter's adoptive parents are still the same, except their relationship is just a little worse since Hunter was two instead of a new born when he was adopted, giving them all less time to bond in those early stages, making him more rebellious as a result.

Since it's now four against one Quaritch would ask Lyle and Z to stay until the kids all get settled in at the cabin. Spider and Quaritch would be having arguing matches all the time with Quaritch trying to convince Spider that this was the only way their family could be together while Spider, even though he wants the happy family Quaritch promises him, knows his siblings all have adoptive families that love them and want them back, so Quaritch should do the right thing and give them up.

Hunter's dynamic with his father and brother would be the same as it is in blood brothers. Quaritch would try to treat Ada like his little princess and get kicked in the shins for it (Lyle and Z also frequently get kicked by Ada) Gunner gets put in his room a lot because he's constantly wreaking havoc, cussing out the adults, throwing and breaking things, just a complete terror. Spider thinks it's hilarious watching his father try to remain calm, while trying to wrangle two ten year olds.

Ada and Gunner would love Spider, because he treats them with respect, helps them prosses all the horrible things going on, and protects them from their father. They run to him for everything and Quaritch is low key jealous that his younger kids all flock to his eldest for things they should be coming to him for. He'd have to do some next level manipulative shit to get all four kids to fall in line, but that's why he's got Lyle and Z there.

[alltheselittlethingsxox]

So I've been spending my time making JJ and Pope collage image/backgrounds because they are a real thing, and it was not coerced into being what it is. Because it just WAS. From the start. Think otherwise? Please. Do me a favor, pull up season one's very first episode, and just watch the first five minutes. Afterwards, come back here and try explaining to me how that ain't G A Y? 'Cause...I see absolutely no reasoning of it. I thought I'd share one but also I wanted to reach out because I am genuinely struggling with the fact that Pate is giving the toxic divide of JJ and Kiara to those who have attacked, still attack, and will continue to attack Rudy, Madison, and their girls but because of the amount of backlash that's being given over this very real issue, and how Rudy and Madison are so clearly feeling that they need to take extra-extra precaution to the length that they aren't even comfortable to stand together for even a group photo? Be in the same interview, that he's not going to be able to just ignore that and, ultimately, will decide it's best to not explore the duo furthering out in season four and so forth. In which this be the case, he would have to undo the whole couple thing entirely (if they become official before the end of season three? which honestly realistically I couldn't see cause he said something about it being a slowburn, so? A slowburn to me is a couple seasons. Not eight episodes, and by the tenth, they're together-together....

So, it'd be an easy rewrite, overwrite, whatever-write to make if this is so. The question just is:

WILL HE OR WON'T HE?

Is there anyone out there with their own opinion on this? Do you think he'd continue to force it, or would he cut the idea entirely for the sake of the actors, and the actors REAL lives? Because as much as I want and keep thinking he might, I also know how freakin' selfish and greedy douchebags like him can be. Frankly, it's giving me high school throwback vibes, bad. Like triggering me bad. The fact that it's not being addressed, but is currently being condoned(the bullying will increase by the release of season three, so that's still condoning it should he overlook this)----just takes me back to the days I was bullied. And how those bullies never dealt with consequences. But instead repeatedly given a pass. Most of the time these kids were the highest grade student, football athlete, bitchy cheerleader leader, the one who played teacher's pet just to come across as a decent, wonderful human being. And that hurts. It hurts me, because I know what it's like to be attacked. To be told to kill yourself, your ugly, waste of space and knowing that Elaine and Moriah are getting these very words and way worse in the downfall disgusts the hell out of me. I will not be watching season three solely because of this. I can't. Because I know it's just going to add fuel to gasoline and it's nauseating to simply know what's to come. Let alone what's already coming after it's out there.

THIS IS NOT BECAUSE I SHIP JJ AND POPE.

I swear to god, if someone comes on here claiming I'm just being a petty fan...don't, okay? Just don't.

Because that's not what it is! I can handle it if JJ and Pope aren't going to be the show's "official" endgame. That's the point of fiction, y'all. Don't like the ending? Remake it into your own.

This is BECAUSE people are being bullied in the process of all of this, and more or less rewarded by the show giving them exactly what they were bullying for. This is because it sends the WRONG message. To people. How people should treat other people. How to act and expect to get what you ask even though they don't deserve it. And that's not okay, okay? I would LOVE for there to be actual representation in the show (what is this? a series from the sixties?) if there actually isn't...so be it. Put JJ with another girl, if you must. Why must he be with a n y o n e, though? HE'S A DAMN KID AND NOT EVERY STORY IS GOING TO END IN A LOVER'S TALE. Why is it that every character has to be involved with somebody, if just one main is? Uhm, I'm sorry but that's just not how the world works? How many friend groups are out there where one starts dating, and then a year later the second finds a possible interest, and the third one gets in a relationship three months after that first year, only for that second to also be head over heels for his now definite love interest? LIKE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME. Is this an actual friend group experience, or? Why not, maybe just...focus on the platonic friendships you started with? Instead of this whole circle of friends dating friends, friends dating eachother, friends falling in love and living happily ever after as one whole unit? This is a big reason why I don't get into shows much, anymore. The writers always, ALWAYS, gravitate more towards the whole lovers aspect, and like...maybe it's just me but I would kind of love for a series to be centered on a group of friends who are only ever just friends----feelings for none of eachother----and that relationship aside from the rest of the storyline and then gradually add that shit in. Space it out. Don't push it all at once. THAT'S NOT HOW LIFE WORKS. If it was, why would there be so many single, lonely people out there!? It'd be nice to see something like that (sitcoms dont particularly count here) or just a show where the main characters end up with characters OUTSIDE of the original group of characters and all they ever are is friends. Family.

I won't be bitter, nor will I attack anyone to make a point, and feel justified when I get exactly what they shouldn't of. Trust me, in an alternate universe, where JJPope shippers are the cruel ones, I would be just as against the idea as I am JJ and Kiara.

Maybe because I'm human, I guess? Personally I would be too disgusted to know that even if I wasn't part of it, those who were are getting what you hoped for just as much as they did, but in such opposite extremes? It would of ruined my love for them entirely.

This is entirely coming from the bullying issue. Everybody says it's not tolerated. Yet. Do you see a damn one doing a damn thing about it!? A damn thing that tells these people that it's not right?

I needed to vent. Sorry y'all.

Anyone else out there who is also hopeful but just as doubtful, too?

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Haley Lu Richardson

full name: Stevie May Lane

nickname(s) / goes by: Stevie, Ms.Lane, Mama

pronouns & gender: cis woman and she/her

sexuality: heterosexual

birth date: August 14th, 1995

birth place: Waco, Texas

arrival to merrock: definitely not a local. Has just arrived maybe a week or two ago. Beginning of November.

housing: small house in the suburbs

occupation: Sixth grade English teacher

work place: Merrock Junior High

family: ten year old son, named Elijah. Mom and step father back in Texas; cousin, Josh

relationship status: Single

PERSONALITY

Stevie is sunshine personified. She’s seen around town with her sketchbook. Always willing to help, if she has the time. The coveralls that fit over her hips, doodles on her converse and bandanas in her hair showcase just how her style is. She would do anything for her son, and if that means be snarky, you bet the Mama bear will come out. She would give up her own world to make sure her son has everything in his. Stevie is selfless, and considerate. She’s also a bit aloof and doesn’t always see the perspective from all angles thus making her a bit focused on the wrong things sometimes.

WRITTEN BY: Kay (she/her), est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: pregnancy, bullying

Stevie May Lane was born in San Antonio, Texas on a beautiful and hot summer day. Stevie grew up in Waco, Texas. A small city in between Dallas and San Antonio. She grew up in an easy household. Her mother being a stay-at-home mom, and her father was a lawyer. She was a good kid in school, gravitating more towards the artsy kids. She liked getting her hands dirty. Being able to sculpt, or draw, or paint was her favorite pastime. Stevie was about 16 when she found papers in her mothers drawers, claiming that her father was not her real father and that he adopted her. That had immediately put a divide in their relationship. She became someone who’d stay out all night, getting high with some friends. When she was just about to graduate high school, Stevie found herself pregnant at eighteen. Her family wasn’t the most supportive when it came to Elijah, her beautiful baby boy. But she fell in love. Stevie moved out, trying to make ends meet by selling some of her artwork online. She did quite okay for a 19 year old. She tried her best going to college with a newborn, but it was almost impossible. Online classes, and night classes where she could have friends watch her child became the norm. Graduating from Baylor University in Waco, Texas, she became a middle school teacher. Elijah being the sole reason for her to continue pursuing a degree, and job. He is the one person in her life that she would do anything for. And that meant giving him doing everything in her power to make him happy. Thus, moving.

She was able to take the bullying from all the people in the small town but after finding out from the local gossip mill in Waco that her son was getting bullied, she decided it was time to leave her hometown full of gossip and rude looks. She had heard about Merrock through her cousin, Josh, and decided “what the hell.” She had no idea what was in store for her in the Northeast, but she figured she’d might as well try. With the little money she was able to save over the years, with having a child, she was able to rent out a small house in the suburbs. She took over a position in the junior high until the end of the year, and has looked into getting Elijah into the elementary school, and even baseball or flag football camps. As a 28 year old mom, she’s starting over. Now they’ve officially arrived, excited and nervous for their new adventure with her child’s hand in hers, to the doorsteps of Merrock, Maine.

[bukguhope]

𝒶𝓉𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 / 𝕛𝕛𝕜 03/03

> ceo jungkook has lived his entire life in one mindset, people are selfish. they only associated with him for monetary gain and their own needs, so he plays into it. however, you have lived your entire life believing you should work hard for what you want without any help. the atmosphere that surrounds the pair of you is- unmatched.

> ceo!jungkook, strangers to lovers, jungkook falls first, swearing, alcohol consumption, light smut.

> a/n: extra chapters will be going to be released on my wattpad, the story continues there ♥️

word count: 7.2k

taglist: @pb-n-juju

you hated to admit it but you had a lot of struggles, you desperately wanted a shoulder to lean on but you didn’t want to impose on anyone. your problems were yours to deal with, no one else’s. that inability to be open about your feelings is what lead to your love life being a disaster, who would want to date someone so cold? but you didn’t want to be like that, it was just difficult for you to be yourself and vulnerable. the only person you ever opened up to was yoongi, for years he had been your rock. he was calm and level headed, the perfect person for you to be able to be completely comfortable with and even that didn’t come naturally. when you first became friends, you were going through a very hard time in school. being the reserved person you was, no one particularly wanted to try and get close to you. in fact they did the opposite, not that they bullied you but they made it obvious they didn’t like you that’s for sure.

“y/n, are you okay?” a little yoongi seemed to be asking that question a lot these days, after meeting him after school most days he could quite clearly see there was a problem. as he sat on the swing next to you, he looked on as you stared at the floor the entire time, he noticed something in a your hand but chose to wait to question it

“yeah” you brush him off, swinging yourself sightly on the swing. yoongi stares at you as you continue to avoid his gaze.

“you’re a liar” you quickly look up at him, a little shocked he was so blunt but maybe that’s why you got along so well. he told you exactly how it was, he never sugar coated anything “if you wanted to appear fine you’d try a little harder, you’re not doing that so deep down you want my support. so tell me what’s wrong” he could definitely read you like a book, it was fascinating how he did it really.

“just the people at school, clearly don’t like me they don’t try and hide it. makes going in miserable” your friends scoffs, making you confused.

“please, you don’t even have long left of school. you’ll never see them again, in the long run they hold zero influence in your life” when you thought about it he was right, but for some reason you couldn’t hold your tears. maybe it was because you finally opened up and it wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be. or maybe it was because you just truly hated those people at school and wished you could spend every day with yoongi. you never knew the reason, but you were crying. “oh fuck iam sorry” you laughed in between a sob as yoongi awkwardly patted your back from his swing

“no iam not crying because- you’re great i have no idea why iam-” you couldn’t finish the sentence, just let the tears flow while your best friend just sat and rubbed your back. it was an eye opening moment, most likely your first time being so vulnerable with anyone. usually you ran, if anything seemed to much you would just up and walk away.

“this might be a bad time but, what the hell are you holding?” you laugh as yoongi asked what he was probably thinking about this whole time

“oh just this painting i found on the way here, pretty cool right someone just threw it away”

“you WHAT?!” you’ve never seen yoongi express so much emotion before. the morning after your kiss with jungkook, he came over bright and early to laugh at you for being hungover but when you had some news for him, he couldn’t believe his ears as he listened to you retell the story, curled up under your duvet on the couch

“i know iam so stupid” you say sadly, cuddling further into your blanket, embarrassment was written all over your face and yoongi could see that but he wasn’t going to judge you. in fact he saw it coming, he knew as soon as he left that night something would happen. jungkook hadn’t stopped talking about you from the moment he met you, according to yoongi’s other friends and you were starting to warm up to him too - something that took a very long time normally with other people.

“you’re not stupid, you were drunk” yoongi says softly while you stay quiet, you honestly had no idea what got into you that night. jungkook was just so understanding about the story you told him of your past, and when he told you his story you just felt this incredible surge of emotion towards him. he wasn’t depicted like that on the magazine you brought, the whole article wrote about his huge house, expensive clothes and range of sports cars. not only this but his string of affairs and hookups but last night he couldn’t have been more of a gentlemen, except when his tongue was down your throat

“… i don’t want to stop” jungkook was about to go back in for another kiss but a big flash of white shone through the club and you looked around in a panic, it was just club lighting. however, you couldn’t get the thought of photographers and journalists out of your mind. after finding out just how famous he was, you knew that they would eat up a story like this - interior designer cozing up to boss jungkook? you couldn’t have that, or maybe you just didn’t want what came with doing this. opening up to someone about your feelings? having to be vulnerable? no, you couldn’t do it. so you stood in hurry, grabbing your bag as you do so making jungkook stand with you “y/n what-”

“i can’t, do this iam sorry” you rush before practically running out of the club, he was right behind you and stopped you just before you got outside

“iam sorry if i pushed too hard i just-”

“you didn’t i- i need to go home now please, don’t leave the club with me. i’ll see you on monday ”

“i’ll see you on monday?” yoongi repeats your words in disbelief back as you tell him the last thing you said before leaving.

“god i know” you whine, feeing like an absolute idiot for saying something like that after drunkenly making out with him

“so what are you going to do now? you signed the contract you’re gonna be seeing him a lot” you nod, already knowing this. if you were honest you had no idea what the next step was from here, admittedly you may have a small crush on jungkook but that’s all you’ll allow. you couldn’t be running around like a school girl with a first crush, he was your boss and very well known. it was also a big worry that you’d never get another job too if you engaged any further. who would want to hire someone who shacked up with her prior boss?

“i don’t know, pretend it never happened i suppose. it all has to be professional, iam not risking any job for a crush…”

“A CRUSH?!” yoongi’s surprise makes you jump before heat crawls up your neck, realising you haven’t admitted to that little fact yet. it was undeniable at this point you had developed a small liking for your new boss, he was arrogant at first but when he started being himself it was like he was a different man 

“yeah fine, i might like him a little. but its not serious and iam not taking it any further” you say definitively, before you werent too sure what your next move would be but now you did. nothing more could happen between you and jungkook then a drunken kiss, truthfully you hoped he was so drunk he had forgotten it. 

“i have never heard you say you have a crush this is incredible!” yoongi’s excitement was short lived when he looked over to you glaring at him, at least someone was getting enjoyment out of your hell. 

“jeon? hello anyone in there?” it was monday morning and jin has been trying to get a cohesive conversation out of his friend and boss for the past fifteen minutes. sat in his office, he was trying to brief jungkook on his day, after the disaster of a first meeting he had with you he started briefing his boss on all his meetings each day to save from such embarrassment. “if you are paying any attention at all, first meeting is with y/n its about- what the fuck?!” jin trails off getting frightened at the way jungkook jumps at your name, slamming his hands on the desk with his eyes wide

“she’s coming in today?” jungkook asks in a rush and his assistant scowls at him, having just been jump scared by his absent minded boss. 

“yes, she does work here at the moment you know? it’s with some board members, its about deciding the best way to start the renovations seems as the building is already open” jin sighed as it was clear jungkook was not listening again, zoned out into his own little world “you know what here is a list of todays meetings just going to leave it here. see you in ten minutes for y/n’s meeting” jin stands up to leave but is stopped by jungkook just as he reaches the door

“wait wait, i need to speak to you. as my friend not my assistant” the older raises an eyebrow, he’s never seen jungkook this stressed. he usually takes his job very seriously, head always being screwed on as soon as he worked through the door. with that in mind, he sits back down and waits for jungkook to begin speaking “at the end of the night when everyone met y/n, we... kissed” 

“excuse me?!” jin exclaims in shock, leaning forward in his chair while jungkook begins to bite his nails before continuing 

“right! i’ve been thinking about it all weekend. i dont know what to do” 

“i knew you had this little crush on her, but she works for you jungkook this could be really bad” his boss nods, agreeing with what jin is saying. he knew that he liked you a little, from the moment he saw you he was intrigued but when you kissed he felt something he never felt before. sure, he’s kissed plenty of women before but there was no emotion in any of them and he definitely did not over think it this much. he just wanted to get to know you, but now it felt like the chance is ruined. 

“i know jin, i didnt want this to happen - i mean i did i guess but i enjoy talking to her, i wanted to get to know her better. now its complicated” jin frowned at this, jungkook looked truly upset by this whole ordeal. it was strange to see him this way over a woman, he never got like this. 

“just relax, just talk to her after the meeting and get everything out. let’s go get ready it starts soon, we need professional jeon now okay?” jungkook thinks silently before nodding, jin was right he was at work right now and he needed to get himself together. silently they made their way to the special meeting room for when board members were coming in. jin opened the door for jungkook and he steps inside before freezing, you were already in the room with your laptop out tapping away at the keys. flashbacks hit his mind fast of how your lips felt on his, how his heartbeat quickened and the way his head became dizzy when you tongue entered his mouth to meet his. “this is the part when you enter the room” jin mumbles and his voice jumps him out of his thoughts and makes you look up. instantly you felt awkward, not knowing what to do.

“uh good morning”

“morning” jin greets happily as jungkook finally moves his feet and walks in, his assistant following and closing the door behind him. the silence grew when the pair of them sat opposite you, no one knowing what to say or do. “so, weathers nice today” jungkook gives jin a side eye, questioning his conversation starting tactics.

“it sure is” you give a quick tight lipped smile before looking back to your laptop just to busy yourself to avoid anymore awkward chatter. you didn’t have to do it for long as three board members walk through the door, you immediately stand to greet them as do the other guys

“mr byun it’s great to see you again” jungkook shakes a mans hand, going into work mode straight away. they all make small talk before everyone sits down at the table.

“so, we’re changing the interior design? should we begin with the initial ideas” all eyes are on you now and you’re quick to roll with the plans you’ve been working on under jungkook’s guidance

“the main theme for the change is going to be modernism paired with a black and white colour scheme. we believe this will give the building a more up to days atmosphere that will appease any potential business partners when they enter the building” jungkook was stunned as he listened to you talk, not only were you a natural but you integrated his exact ideas into your pitch. he realised you genuinely took him seriously, appreciated his input even.

“that sounds intriguing, tell us more about the colour scheme. with a standard black and white that might limit the options for furniture” a board members asks and you pull out some blueprints, standing to hand them out to everyone at the table before sitting back down

“the colour scheme is only limited with one’s imagination, it’s a little abstract but with painting the walls black and having white furniture as i’ve shown in the blueprint- you get this really nice pop. alongside this, the planned colour scheme allows for any bright colour to be used subtly, as anything will go with the black walls” jungkook was in a trance as you went on, you were so smooth and clearly good at your job. the way you talked so well had him just staring at you, he was truly amazed.

“well that sounds brilliant and the blueprint looks great- now do we agree that it’s best for you to work night shifts for the renovation? the painting of the walls could be done during the day but the furniture change might be better when no ones in the building?” mr byun asks and you nod, already knowing it was written in the contract but changes could surely be made

“i believe that would be best. mr jeon what do you think?” you turn to ask jungkook, catching his eyes widen slightly. the way ‘mr jeon’ fell from your lips had him shifting in his seat. he had no idea why it effected him in this way, it didn’t before but this time he almost felt like begging you to say it again “mr jeon?” he could’ve groaned out loud hearing you say it one more time, but he soon realised that he was in a meeting right now with three very important board members.

“y-yes that would best” jin tilted his head at his bosses stuttering, it not being like him at all. even you were a little confused as to why jungkook struggled to get his words out, normally a natural talker. but his eyes don’t leave you, tuning out the whole room as he stares.

“great well, it seems this meeting can be cut short. in all honestly i think i can speak for everyone when i say iam quite happy with these plans. we want this for all the buildings we have, ms y/l/n was it?” you nod at him making sure he had your name correct “we’re very happy you’re working for us, you’ve done a tremendous job” smiling brightly at the compliment you stand as the board members do and shake all of their hands. the usually meeting with the higher ups never normally went so smooth, it was common for them to have several changes they wanted to add to the plan.

“thank you gentlemen for coming down today” jin says as he shows the men out of the room, the clicking of the door made it known that you and jungkook were now on your own. clearing your throat you began to clear the table, walking around to pick up the blueprints you handed out. reaching to the spot where jungkook was sat you reach down to pick up the paper, suddenly his hand wraps around your wrist making you jump. looking down you gulp when he’s already looking up at you, getting awfully close to you when he lifts your hand and pulls you down a little.

“jungkook?”

“i can’t” confused you try and pull your hand back but his grip tightens a little, just enough to not hurt you. he turns fully in his chair now to face you as you lean up just enough to create some space “i can’t pretend it didn’t happen” at this your body gets hot, you’ve never seen him so serious in the small handful of times you have met up with him.

“what do you…”

“don’t play dumb” he stands now, dropping your wrist and standing directly in front of you, attempting to take a step back you’re stopped by jungkook holding you still by your waist as he pulls you into him. “the kiss y/n, i don’t want to pretend it never happened. i can’t” his hand settles on the small of your back, driving you insane. deep down you knew this wasn’t right, he was technically your boss but all you wanted to do was lean up and plant your lips on his. it was this raw attraction you couldn’t help but have, you weren’t like this when you met him which drove you crazy. how could one drunken make out section make such a drastic change in the way you saw him? “say something, the silence is killing me” you sigh as you look up at him, his eyes so deep and dark waiting for you to reply. but you don’t, instead you act out of impulse when you reach out to place your hands on his shoulders. it was so fast jungkook almost stumbled when your lips crashed into his, but he stood firm using his other hand to hold the side of your face as he kissed you back. he moves around, leaning you against the table before his hands grip behind your thighs and hoisting you onto the surface making you let out a squeak. jungkooks rest on top of your thighs now, moving slowly up before coming back down and dipping into the inside of your pencil skirt making you gasp.

“remember where we are, mr jeon” the groan that comes out of jungkook drives you crazy, you’d chant his name in that manner if he made more noises like that. his fingertips tighten their grip on the skin of your thighs making you buck into his hold a little.

“don’t rile me up ms y/l/n” the smirk that grew on your face had jungkook in a trance, seems everything you did had him wrapped around your finger. even with you sat below him, his grip tight on you, it seems you were still in control. he was hanging on your every word, every movement - he was yours if you wanted him. but the sound of the door suddenly opening made the pair of you jump apart, you got up from your position on the table and pulled the skirt down in a hurry. jin came to a halt as he looked at the pair of you looking like a pair of deers caught in headlights.

“so, meeting went well?” his eyebrow was slightly raised, clearly judging the two of you shifting around after just evidently being caught doing something. clearing your throat you began to collect all your belongings

“yeah was great, i better get started with work” you say hastily as you make a move to to leave, not looking back with your heart still racing.

“thought you weren’t taking it any further?”

“plans have changed” yoongi gives you a look and you groan, leaning back into his sofa. you came right over after finishing the couple of hours you worked during the day, you’d be returning to start renovations at jeon elite during the night.

“i can’t believe you made out in the meeting room!” your best friends excitement makes you glare at him but his smile stays planted on his face “you are so smitten” honestly you were beginning to agree with him, it was hard to admit you weren’t when you were making out in offices.

“yoongi, i love you but iam very tempted to shove my fist down your throat right now” your friends laughs at this and you just stare at him while you wait for him to stop

“y/n look, i think you’re taking this too seriously. so you like each other a bit, indulging in it isn’t going to kill you” deep down you agreed, you didn’t want to be worrying over having a little crush. so what you were attracted to each other? no company rules were going to be broken

“you know what, i think you’re right”

“wow first time i’ve heard that come out of your mouth” yoongi teases and you send him a look, in reality you were quite stubborn. even as kids you couldn’t admit when your best friend was right most of the time, but right now he was making some good points.

“iam attracted to him i can’t deny that, iam just gonna give it a chance” you conclude and yoongi smiles at you, he’s never seen you like this over a guy before. even before you left for that job, you never got involved with anyone. and he truly thought you would be good for jungkook too, since meeting you he hasn’t been parading around with women every weekend in clubs. yoongi doesn’t even think he’s heard about jungkook try and get with anyone since meeting you.

“good, i think you should”

it was 6pm when you went back into jeon elite to start working, around this time everyone was leaving. the building manager told you someone would be staying with you until your shift was over and they had the keys to lock up, as there had to be more then one person there at a time. you noticed that some of what you ordered had already been delivered and was waiting for you in boxes in the lobby so you began to open them and see what you got. you wondered who was going to be staying with you as you got to work, somewhat hoping it would be jungkook. when you began to assemble the new furniture all the workers were gone and you found yourself alone as you built one of the new sofas that would decorate the lobby.

“mr jeon no ones here don’t be shy now” a voice suddenly filled the silence and you directed your attention towards it. out of your control your heart sank at what you saw, a beautiful woman walking towards you from the elevator with her hand grabbing the arm of the guy you were making out with a couple of hours prior. the sight made you fumble and drop a piece of wood that you were about to attach to the bottom of the sofa, the sound gaining the attention of the pair. jungkook’s eyes widen as he sees you sat on the floor, tools and instructions surrounding you. he pulls his arm from the women next to him and walks over to you.

“y/n i didn’t know you were here” you couldn’t even look at him, a huge feeling of disappointment spreading throughout you. of course nothing he did with you was serious, he’s a famous ceo this is just what he does. “let me help” he bends down to pick up the instructions but you move it away from him

“no thanks, i can do it” still not looking at him, you continue with the task. you were surprised you could even make a complete sentence without a problem. it was frustrating you that this was the first guy you wanted to go further with and this is how it turned out. you felt ridiculous, you hadn’t dated and he never said he wanted to. so why were so upset?

“see she’s fine, let’s go get a drink” the strangers voice spoke up again and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. it wasn’t her fault, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“iam not going to drink, i have to work. can you leave now?” jungkook’s harsh tone surprised you a little. but you kept your head down, still very aware that jungkook was bent on his knees looking at you.

“fine, have fun working” with that the sound of her heels echoed as she walked out of the building and jungkook sat down properly next to you properly. you tired to carry on as normal, acting like he didn’t just park himself as close to you as possible on the floor.

“will you let me see the instructions? we could get out here a lot faster if you let me help” the urge to scoff rumbled in your throat but you stopped it.

“if you want to leave just go”

“can’t really do that when i have the keys to lock this place” he says as he jingles the keys that hung from his neck on a lanyard. of course, he had to be the person to stay with you for your shift. “so will just let me help?” now you did roll your eyes as you push the instructions closer to him, he looks over it before grabbing another screwdriver and heading to the opposite end of the sofa and beginning to work on assembling that end. it was silent as the pair of you sat on the floor, working on your own ends of the furniture. jungkook steals glances at you as he works, noticing that you’re sporting causal clothes apposed to your usual business attire. he liked the way you looked in a simple pair of leggings and a jumper. he knew what you were thinking, you just saw a woman walk down with him and clearly flirting. he wanted to explain himself, say she was an old fling that randomly came into his office and he immediately turned her down. but then again he didn’t know if you were interested in him at all, yeah you made out but you never dated or anything. honestly he didn’t know why he was so infatuated with you, the need to hook up with random women was far from his mind since he met you. “you know, this is what i used to do when my mum ran this place” he decided to try and start conversation to fill the silence

“what assembling sofas?” you were clearly annoyed with that tone, so were jealous? did you want to take things further? or did you just like to work alone? jungkook truly had no idea

“no uh- i was like a handy man. my mum wanted me to have a job to learn the value of money, she didn’t want me to just grow up spoilt” he felt relief when you nodded your head, clearly listening to his little story. he’s never told anyone this before but it felt nice to share things with you, he knew you’ll actually listen. “one time i was at this ladies house, fixing her kitchen sink for her. it was one of the first places i did so i was kind of nervous. suddenly i hit something and the whole pipe just bursts, starts spraying water everywhere. i mean those things happen, what was bad was that she was stood looking over the sink when it burst” a smile breaks out on his face when you start laughing at his confession, he was scared that his tactic to break the tension wasn’t going to work but here you were laughing wholeheartedly at his story

“that’s hilarious” you couldn’t help but laugh at his little story, not expecting it at all from him. but it dies down when you think about how much your enjoying this moment, when you really shouldn’t be.

“y/n, iam not- seeing anyone right now” jungkook tried to ease into it softly, attempting to tell you that he wasn’t trying to do anything with the woman who you saw with him

“good for you?” well that failed, it pained him to think that you thought you were just pass time entertainment to him. he strangely liked talking and hanging out with you, even if it wasn’t anything more. although something more would be extremely nice.

“i mean, i haven’t got with anyone. since we…” his sentence trailed off into nothing, not knowing where to go with it. you had to admit this peaked your interest, but you couldn’t let your hopes build right back up this quickly.

“you don’t have to explain anything to me, we owe each other nothing” a little frown appeared on jungkook’s face, you were right but he didn’t want you to be.

“no i do because, i want to.” you looked over at him for the first time since he sat down and he had to inhale a sharp breath “i know we haven’t known each other long but, i like talking to you and i wasn’t kissing you just for fun.” you had no idea what to say, suddenly feeling shy. clearing your throat you place your screwdriver down before standing

“get up” jungkook looked a little shocked but followed your order without question, it made you want to laugh how quickly he got up. “okay let’s do this” his eyes widen as you bent over slightly “grab the other side, let’s flip the sofa up. you finished your side right?” jungkook sighed and nodded before leaning down to pick up the other side of the furniture and the pair of you flipped it so it was upright. you sit down on the white cushions and lean back as jungkook joins you, sitting next to you. you look over to him as you slide down to rest your head on the back of the couch. as jungkook looks down at you, your heart skips a beat as he gives you a little smile. it was such a weird feeling, you haven’t even known this man long but the desire you had for him was just unimaginable. so, you thought, fuck it. without a word you sat up and attached you lips to his, he made a grunt out of surprise but immediately kissed back. it was fast and passionate as he lifted a hand to grab the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. without a second thought you put your leg over his lap, sitting on him. jungkook’s hands held at your waist, holding you tightly to him before breaking the kiss

“y/n are-” you cut him off by planting your lips back onto his, you tongue entering his mouth making him groan. his hip buck up into you making your lips falter against his. you felt him smirk a little against before you lean back a little, whimpering when he lifts his hips into again “what? getting shy now?” it was like he was a different person, teasing you so effortlessly. he leans back up to reattach his lips to yours, going much slower then before and it made your head spin. his hand goes to the side of your face before sliding down your neck before resting on the top of your chest. he leaves a soft kiss to your top lip before coming back and diving into your neck, focusing on the spot below your ear making you sigh. you knew this was wrong, hell the shutters to the lobby weren’t even down anyone could walk past the open glass building and see the pair of you there. but at the moment, your only focus was how good jungkook’s lips felt and the way his tongue coming out to glide over your skin made you feel. the hand that was resting on your chest slid over your clothed breast before reaching underneath your hoodie to touch the skin hidden underneath. “no top or bra? like you planned for this to happen” you sighed as his hand cupped you before squeezing before his thumb traced over your nipple. “lay down, i can’t control myself anymore”

“YOU SLEPT WITH HIM?” you have a sheepish smile before looking around the coffee shop, making sure no one heard his loud mouth.

“yes yoongi, no need to tell the whole fucking city” you say through gritted teeth but yoongi still looks at you with disbelief. honestly you were still in shock yourself, after it happened you just packed up and left the building. you could hear jungkook calling after you but you just couldn’t look at him. a day later and you haven’t made any move to talk to him about it.

“y/n, i can’t believe you slept with him. how was he?” your mouth slacks in shock at his question

“iam not giving you the fucking dirty details yoongi”

“hey we’re supposed to be best friends, isn’t that what we do?” you scowl at him before taking a sip of your drink, normally you would tell yoongi everything but with jungkook being one of his close friends you felt so incredibly awkward. plus this wasn’t a normal hook up, it was with your boss who you ran out on afterwards. “i have to talk to jungkook” he mutters out before standing

“hey we’re hanging out here and don’t you dare go running off to him. i don’t want him knowing i blabbed about this!” yoongi huffs before sitting back down with his arms crossed over his chest.

“you know i have an event with him on the weekend? i’ll just ask him then” you’re about to challenge him but he speaks before you can “why don’t you come as my plus one?” you actually wanted to laugh in the mans face, he was more stupid then you thought

“oh yeah, i’ll come as your plus one and just have a nice causal conversation with the man i just fucked in the lobby of his own building. great plan” yoongi huffs at your sarcasm, he was used to it but didn’t make it any less annoying

“stop being dramatic, just come with me. it’s an open bar?” now that peaked your interest, finding it hard to turn down free alcohol “plus you’ll have to get used to seeing him, you work at the same place dumbass”

“fine, i’ll come to the event. text me the details, i have to go to work”

“or in other words, go see your lover” you narrow your eyes at yoongi as you stand to put on your jacket, a teasing smile upon his lips

“be careful, i might just wipe that smug smile off your face - with the palm of my hand as i slap the shit out of you”

“you’re unbelievable”

“that’s not exactly advice jin” jungkook grumbles in his office chair as his friend looks over at him with the most scrutinising look.

“last time i gave you advice you slept with her in the lobby after i said talk to her, so i don’t think that’s going to be of any use” jin let’s out making his boss groan and rest his head in his hands. he was so tempted to just get your work file out and find your address and go talk to you. but he knew that was just creepy, but he was up all night thinking about what you two did.

“she started the whole thing and then ran off. what did i do in a past life to deserve this torture?!”

“probably what you’ve done in this life, you’re a bit of an ass” jungkook’s head comes out of his hands to glare at jin

“lovely thank you, very helpful” jin chuckles at his friend before standing, releasing its way past the end of his work day

“well enjoy your emotional turmoil, iam going home.” jungkook grumbles a goodbye before looking at the time, releasing that you were probably already here. he took a deep breath before making his way to the lobby, he felt nervous as he stepped into the lift. it was almost laughable what happened to him recently, a man who used to go out every weekend and take home some random girl within the first ten minutes - was nervous to see a women he slept with once. the elevator dings and he begins searching immediately into the lobby for you, seeing you straight away looking over your blueprints. with the noise of the lift you look over, gulping when you see jungkook walking in your direction. for some reason, you wanted to smile. you felt incredibly comfortable when he was around, like he was an old friend. as you watch him come closer, you couldn’t help but just admire him but then feel guilty about leaving him after sleeping together. you’ve always been scared to admit your feelings, but when you thought more deeply you realised that- no one has ever respected you more then a man you barely knew. as soon as you told him that you didn’t like extravagance or gifts he understood. if he was interested in you like it seemed, he could’ve brought you anything. he was most likely the richest man in this city, probably brought anything for a women that was interested in him but with you - nothing. he never gloated about money, or his lifestyle he just talked normally with you. right now, all you wanted was to talk to him more, hear other stories about his childhood, listen to him ramble about what he did before he was ceo. it was like a revelation, you just hoped it didn’t come to late. jungkook had no idea what you were thinking as he reached you, arms crossing as he looked at you trying to keep a poker face as he looked at you.

“well we should probably talk about-”

“do you want do go on a date?” he was cut off as you spoke over him, flustered at your question “i mean, iam sorry about running off. i was just, scared but i think i like you jungkook- more then i should” you let out a giggle as he stared at you in shock, his mouth slightly open.

“uh, um yeah. i like you too, i mean - yes let’s go out. on a date! go out, on a date” you fully laugh now as he fumbles with his words. he was cute that was easy to admit. sensing he was getting nervous you decided to change the subject to something a little less awkward

“so, mr jeon.- are you happy with my work so far?” your tone almost made him go crazy, you knew he had a new found liking to you calling him his proper name. you were so doing this on purpose, he was sure of that.

“more then pleased with your performance ms y/l/n” you chuckle as you look at the pile of paintings in front of your feet, all the ones you ordered to hang on the walls. as you looked, you thought back to that story jungkook told you about an old girlfriend. you felt so sorry for him when you heard it, but as you lost focus looking at the paintings- you had a thought.

“hey, i have a painting that kind of looks like you. bought it from my own stash” you placed the blueprint down and fished through the pile as jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, watching you search. smiling when you spotted the smaller painting, you pulled it up. jungkook’s lips turn into a frown as his eyes widen. that was it, his painting. that was the exact painting he made for his first girlfriend, the one he threw away when it was met with disgust. he looked at it in your hands, a cartoon version of him and his ex.

“y/n… how do you have this?” you look at his shock in confusion as he reaches up and takes it softly from your hands

“oh i’ve had it for years, saw it on the street or something can’t really remember. but i thought it was cute and well done so i took it for my bedroom” shrugging like it was nothing you carried of going through the paintings to organise them into themes and where they were going to be hung.

“this, this is the painting i threw away.” you halted your movements as he spoke, standing up straight to look at him. gently, you grab a side of the canvas and angle it so you could look at it. how did you not notice sooner? sure the paint was a bit faded and it was drawn in a cartoon style but the man definitely was jungkook, you just assumed it was a lookalike.

“oh my god, i’ve had a painting of you and your first girlfriend in my house for years.” slowly the pair of your eyes meet, looking at each other for a second before bursting out with laughter. jungkook never thought the memory of that painting could be changed from something so awful. but here you were, with the biggest coincidence he thinks has ever happened to him.

“did you really like it?”

“yeah i thought it was great, hung it on my bedroom wall and everything” you smile down at the painting, remembering that not matter how many times your changed your room around you kept that painting hung up. jungkook suddenly drops the painting making you jump before he’s pulling you into him by the waist.

“i make you another one, if you’d like” he beams down at you, it was incredible how much of a connection you had with someone you hadn’t known too long

“hm i would definitely like that” giving you a gentle smile, he leans down and plants a kiss onto your lips.

“let’s do the date now”

“what? iam working” you say with a chuckle and he shrugs before letting go of you and grabbing your hand, leading you to the door

“and iam the boss, you’re no longer working let’s go” laughing you let him lead you out, happy that you finally let go of your reservations about opening up to him. now, you could hear more about him and get to know him for who he really was- not what was written in magazines.

[BONUS CHAPTER]

[catbountry]

Let’s Talk About Shipping Discourse and What it’s Been Doing to the Fandom... and to Me.

This is going to be weird for me, because I’ve never made any secret of having an interest in dark erotica on my Tumblr, but in recent months, I’ve felt the need to keep it on the down-low, because I do not trust the maturity level of the fandom for which I have been creating a ton of artwork. They scare me, quite frankly. Made me frightened. Being in a server full of people who viciously turned on an artist whose work I adored and scared them off for merely not blocking certain people online. And in the wake of the shit that went down in the Amphibia fandom on Twitter, (more archived links here) I feel like I can’t continue to stay silent on this. I don’t want to be bullied by children who shouldn’t be in these spaces in the first place, children I do not wish to interact with. I want to share my artwork I’ve been toiling away at for months and only showing on Discord.

Anybody who has followed my blog long enough might be aware of the novel I was working on that was put on hiatus, Our Fearsome Goddess, which hasn’t been updated in like four years. I got caught up in other projects. But OFG contained disturbing subject matter, including rape, imprisonment, sex slavery, snuff, sexual torture and gore. And I never got any backlash on it. In fact, I have a history of drawing disturbing porn, some for shits and giggles or shock value, others because they are genuine fantasies of mine. Being able to draw and write these scenarios in a fictional context, where they are words on a screen or lines on paper, is the safest way I can explore these interests; interests that would be unthinkable for me to do IRL. I hate seeing people get hurt.

But since December of last year I have been focusing such dark fantasies on a Tumblr Sexyman (I know, shut up) that attracts enough underage or emotionally underdeveloped fandom police that I have genuinely feared the backlash I would get for sharing these works publicly, especially after seeing a lynch mob form against an artist whose work I adore in a Discord server and seeing the sort of weird conservative groupthink set in. And I’m tired of hiding it.

For the past eight months, I have been drawing a series of comics that center around a toxic relationship with two Deltarune characters; Spamton G. Spamton and Kris Dreemur. I found myself drawn to it because much of the art felt like it spoke to me, as someone who was a teenager who was never attracted to boys my age, but rather men who had to be at least nearly a decade my senior. This is a part of my sexuality, as well as wanting to depict an AFAB character as being the aggressor, the dominant one, the one with complete control and manipulating the older man, because this was something I fantasized about even back in high school. Teenage girls having crushes on older men is a very common experience and every time I saw it depicted in film in a way that acknowledged that such a relationship was not feasible, or was one-sided, I felt as though I was being seen. Looking back on My Girl or watching The Professional as an adult and seeing myself in Vada and Mathilda... and yes, I am aware of the hell that The Professional put Natalie Portman through but seeing her as Mathilda, she was the one I projected onto. But there was also a side of me fascinated by brutality, guilt, abuse and co-dependency in a relationship. I was never comfortable with the idea of the woman in a relationship being abused. I was abused enough as a kid. Instead I wanted to feel a sense of power and control I never had, of sexual freedom I was denied by a mother who seemed disgusted at the idea of her hormone-addled daughter expressing an interest in sex, and instilled a deep sense of shame in me in regards to anything even related to sex. The comics I have been writing have been me exploring this abusive relationship dynamic between a young, female abuser and a very traumatized and emotionally beaten-down man desperate for any signs of affection at all. I’ve been sharing these comics with friends and they’ve been nothing but supportive of me, even the ones that aren’t even into this sort of thing, because they are able to look at is as art, as a story, rather than as an endorsement of the actions depicted in these comics. Look, I don’t want to spring what I’ve made onto people who don’t want to see it, and I am very aware that what I have made will make people uncomfortable. And they’re allowed to be uncomfortable! They have every right to be because I design the comics to be uncomfortable and brutal, same as I did with Our Fearsome Goddess. But the Deltarune fandom is full of young people who only seem to consume Marvel movies, children’s cartoons, babby games and YA novels where all the morals are spelled out and there’s little room for ambiguity or nuance. And what’s nuts is that in the 2000′s and even the early 2010′s, this content was allowed to exist without the fear of a bunch of minors trying to dox you, so long as you tagged it accordingly. Now, if you even so much as think about drawing porn of Jotaro from Part 3 of Jojo, there will be people jumping down your throat for sexualizing a minor... even though he looks like a 35 year-old man. I ain’t seen a single 17 year old in my life that looks like Jotaro. I would not post these comics here because Tumblr keeps removing my old porn still to this day. I’d probably post it to AO3 with plenty of warnings, or maybe even do a dump on 4chan’s /trash/ board. No fucking way would I put this shit on my Twitter. I have been using Kris as essentially an author surrogate for my most sadistic inclinations to a funny little puppet salesman from a video game with a wide teenage fanbase and it’s precisely because of the age of that fanbase skewing younger that I have been frightened to share this material. I saw what they did to PurelyGross on Twitter. It disgusted me.

If enough people are interested, I will put these comics up on AO3 behind a bajillion content warnings just so everybody knows what they’re getting into, rather than the more vague or non-existent warnings for my older fanfic where the audience tended to skew older. My view, and the view of a lot of fandom people my age and older, tends to be that exploring dark themes in fiction is fine, as some of the people who do a lot of sick twisted weirdo shit IRL usually didn’t have much of a creative outlet for it and decide instead it’d be fun and cool to try it for real. I absolutely do not want minors looking at my stuff, but I realize it would be inevitable, particularly if some Safe Twitter Adult decides to show my degenerate porn to a bunch of minors, which is a fucking crime, by the way, holy shit, how have these people not had a visit from the 4chan Party Van? Heh. “4chan Party Van.” That’s a throwback. Christ, I’m old.

Writing and drawing these comics has been therapeutic to me, in a weird way. As an author, I love indulging in putting characters I love through the worst scenarios possible just to see what happens. Kris has been written as being controlled by a vile red Soul, and the characters who find out about Kris’s treatment of Spamton are rightfully disgusted and want to help Spamton out of this abusive relationship. It’s essentially a hurt/comfort/hurt/comfort/hurt even more/okay here’s some comfort kind of fic. The last thing I need is some fucking 14 year old crying at me about how I hurt their comfort character and that I’m a freak or a pedophile when the underage character is not the one that I’m attracted to. Again, they’re the author surrogate. I can’t say why I’m like this but these comics have made me feel like a sexual being again after years of being on SSRIs that made me not even want to be touched. I recently had sex for the first time in over three years, because in those prior years, my libido had been pretty much shot. I didn’t like feeling that way because I didn’t use to feel that way. I felt broken. I didn’t even want to be touched in a way that was remotely sexual.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence, either, that I felt this sort of realization that this was a thing that I was into once I had distanced myself from Kiwi Farms, which from what I can tell, seems to have a bunch of TERFs and right-wing weirdos keeping track of people’s degeneracy for just... drawing cartoons. I posted multiple times on the forum that cartoonists are kind of perverts, and also that anybody who was just drawing weird shit but had zero evidence of them grooming kids was probably not a threat, who fucking cares. A lot of cartoonists and animators at least seem fairly harmless. Others, not so much (fuck you, John K., I can’t believe I ever admired your scumbag ass). I notice a lot of these fandom police are either young or they’re adults who hang around a lot of minors. When an artist got doxed and had to flee her home to avoid potentially getting beaten or killed by her deeply conservative Muslim family over ship art she drew, a bunch of goddamn children were cheering about it. The instigator tried to publicly distance themselves from starting it, only to gloat about it in a Twitter voice group, (backup here). I felt sick to my stomach. This is ghoulish behavior, and I can’t help but feel this is the result of a combination of mean girl shit, ship wars, Twitter’s constant feedback loop of self-righteous indignation, and a diet of only the most corporate, sanitized media possible. In some ways, I kind of understand it, since it seems that when I talk to fandom people under a certain age (about 24-23, usually), they’ve had some experience with being groomed online. I’m 35 and somehow managed to avoid this, as I would often nope out of this kind of thing immediately as a teenager. The internet empowered me to do something I had a lot of trouble doing in real life, and that is telling people when I am uncomfortable. It’s still extremely hard to do IRL but I have made a lot of progress since then. I know a lot of people were groomed using rule 34, but really, you can use regular porn or just pure hero worship if you’re an influencer to groom kids. It seems too similar to the media blaming acts of violence on video games or movies; the fault lies with the perpetrator of those crimes, not with the media that “inspired” them. The Beatles are not responsible for the Manson family murders and J.D. Salinger isn’t responsible for the assassination of John Lennon. I also am aware of multiple people who are a danger to children online who are still active and ain’t none of these kids trying to go after them. I once offered up info on a self-admitted pedophile rapist to someone who claimed they wanted to kill all pedos with a baseball bat, but they immediately chickened out, said that the state I gave out was too far away, blocked me and called me a pedo-enabler. These people don’t actually give a shit about protecting kids, they just want to bully women. And like, it’s almost entirely women and LGBT people that are targeted, people who are already made to feel ashamed and dirty over any sort of perceived sexual deviancy. We literally have Texas republicans ranting and raving about the graphic novel Genderqueer for being “literal pornography” when it’s autobiographical and said “pornography” is rendered in such a way that it’d hardly be arousing to anybody. Do these kids realize they sound exactly the same as these conservatives trying to ban books with gay people in them? With depictions of growing up as a queer youth in them? I don’t think they do.

It’s insane to see both supposedly leftist teens and old conservative cranks both rant about groomers in entirely different contexts. To the queer kids that perpetuate this, know this: those conservatives want you to stop existing because they see you the exact same way they see people like me; as disgusting freaks. Degenerates. The downfall of western society. I feel like these kids heads might explode if they watched a John Waters movie that wasn’t Hairspray. (Sidenote: I briefly met John Waters at a book signing earlier this year. He adored my “I FUCK ON THE FIRST DATE” shirt and told me an anecdote about how this was a thing Hollywood producers would say back in the day to indicate that they were eager to sign deals with new talent. I treasure this man. He is a true queer icon and a huge inspiration to me.) So please. Read a banned book. Watch video nasties and controversial films. Listen to albums by bands talking about some weird, fucked-up shit. Expand your reference pool. Watch a show written for grown-ups where the characters aren’t split into good guys and bad guys. Superhero stuff is fun, or at least it used to be. Now I feel like I can’t enjoy it because it’s inadvertently taken out the sexuality out of mainstream film and dumbed everything down and made things all quippy and self-aware. A mind cannot sustain itself on popcorn CGI fests and soft uwu fluff alone. I will continue to draw my comics because it’s reawakened my floundering creative drive and it created an outlet for my sick pervert fantasies. For a while I was putting out a new page every single day. That’s slowed down considerably but I haven’t felt this creative fire in my veins since my early days of writing TF2 fanfic for TF2chan.

Also, consider supporting the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, a very pro-LGBTQ organization that helps fight censorship against comic books. I don’t think they’ve expanded into the world of fanworks yet, but AO3 certainly has. They even have a symposium on the “anti” fandom phenomenon. I highly suggest you read it.

I want to make it so that the idea of doxing someone over art on private or clearly marked as adult Twitter accounts is seen as abhorrent. I want people to express themselves and channel their inner turmoil and traumas in a way that they can reclaim it and reshape it. Doing so is quite common for victims of trauma or sexual abuse. But most of all, I don’t want kids on Twitter and social media because they cannot handle it, it is more dangerous than it ever was when I was a teen during the “wild west” days of the internet, and holy shit I cannot imagine just how fucked up these ideas are and planting them in the minds of impressionable young people is so fucking damaging and is going to result in the same kind of guilt and shame I had to deal with from my Catholic upbringing that made me such a weird sex pervert in the first place.

And I would never wish that kind of pain on anyone.

Also I swear to god if one of you fuckers bring up Jaws as the reason why shark-culling is a thing, 1) you’re a moron if you think a bunch of people harvesting fins for shark fin soup did it because of an American blockbuster, and 2) Jaws was based on a real life series of freak shark attacks by the same shark in the summer of 1916. Fiction may affect reality, but reality affects fiction a lot more and looking at the multiple horror movie characters inspired by Ed Gein alone should tell you as much.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Might i suggest for Halloween, Percy & Hazel (platonic) with witches??

Hazel didn't really like the Jupiter Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well, that was a lie. She loved being there, she loved her friends and the classes, and being able to use her magic without fearing that some mortals would find her and burn her alive like they did with her mother. But there were things in the school that were…

Well.

Uncomfortable.

Caroline Cornwall - Queen CC for the "masses" - has been a thorn in Hazel's back ever since her first day at the Academy. She started late, later than usual because her mother wanted to homeschool her, and it was only after her death that she found herself in the most prestigious institution for witches and wizards like her.

Queen CC instantly found her, and she had no way to run from her and her bullying. Endless mocking for her status as an orphan - with "reassurances" that she will end up like her mother -, speculations about why Nico di Angelo, the Head Boy would favor an insignificant worm like her, and other cruel remarks. There was nothing in Hazel that she could not find a reason to poke fun of, it was as if she had no life outside of making Hazel's hell.

It didn't help that she had no way to fight back. She was a nobody, while the Cornwall family was a side branch of one of their most powerful noble lines. Any attempt from either her or CC's other targets would be met with a swift denial and a harsh punishment. There was no escape from their "queen".

It was a breath of fresh air when her bully vent on an exchange program to their partner school, Academy of Magic-Blood, and to her delight, she quickly became best friends with the guy who came in her stead. Perseus "Percy" Jackson, son of The Poseidon Jackson, one of USA's three warlock leaders. She, they all, expected a spoiled, cruel brat, somebody worse than CC, but he was anything but. Sure, they could all be ruthless, but it was different to be vindictive and being cruel for cruelty's sake. He was funny and kind, goofy and sassy, and frighteningly smart and talented. He was the best friend she could have ever wished for.

It was smooth sailing from the beginning. She was assigned to lead him around, and that was the start of a beautiful - albeit chaotic and full of troubles - friendship. Percy was always prone to get into the most ridiculous troubles, and Hazel was beside him, to the endless despair of Nico. The Head Boy kept an eye on them every time - but Hazel quite suspected it was only partly because he wanted to make sure she was okay. She wasn't the only one who adored Percy, and it was a lovely surprise when he declared that he would finish his studies with them, rather than going back home.

But with the happinesses that she could keep her best friend, she almost forgot one thing. Even if Percy wouldn't go home - there was one person who just couldn't stay away for long; the one year reprieve soon came to an end when CC waltzed into the Big Hall, as is she'd never left, eyes immediately locking onto the table where Hazel was sitting with Percy, and her boyfriends, Frank and Leo.

"Well, hello there," CC purred, voice dripping with contempt. The gasp that left Hazel's lips couldn't be helped. She almost forgot the bitch existed, and now she was there, looking forward to continuing making her life into a living hell. Frank's knuckles turned white with the force he was gripping his fork, and Leo was echoing her surprised fear. Percy could only frown at their reaction, not knowing the story behind it, and nobody was able to explain it. "Long time no see, Levesque. Miss me?"

"No chance in Hell!" Hazel growled, contempt clear in her eyes. "The Academy was better without you, nobody missed you, least of all me."

CC just smiled eerily, like a haunted porcelain doll.

"The kitten has claws now," she laughed. It was a fake, ear-splitting sound that made Hazel sick in her stomach. She could see Percy's confusion from the corner of her eyes, but she knew she couldn't let her guard down. Not now. Not anymore.

Percy opened his mouth, possibly to talk back to CC, but Hazel couldn't let him do that. His father might have been Poseidon Jackson, he might have been a favoured one, but he was an illegitimate child, and as such, it would be a political suicide letting him piss off the Queen B. She had to protect him, so she placed a hand on his wrist, letting him know he shouldn't do anything. He stilled, clenched his jaw, but stayed.

She also knew Percy was too stubborn, too protective of his friends, so she hoped CC would leave before Percy's patience was torn down.

It didn't happen.

"Now, we all know what's going to happen," CC said, dropping her nauseatingly sweet facade. Leaning closer to Hazel, trying to intimidate her, which, unfortunately, was going well for her. Hazel knew what cruelty lurked behind those blue eyes. A shiver ran through her as the memory of a cold, airless coffin resurfaced from the back of her mind.

She was too fearful of what was in front of her, she didn't notice what was beside her. Only one drop needed to cause a tsunami within Percy, his power flooded his veins, overflew his bones. Nobody noticed the little smirk that betrayed what was coming.

"I think you became-" CC started, but couldn't finish it. Leo gasped and Frank flinched in his seat, and Hazel… she couldn't look away from the thing appearing behind CC.

The thing was like something from a nightmare, with eyes more than anything would ever need, legs ending with sharp needles, black hair covering all of its body. And the teeth… the teeth dripping with venom, burning through the table it was perched on.

As the bully turned to see what took their attention away from her, Hazel could have sworn her heart stopped for a moment, before letting out the most bloodcurdling scream one ever heard.

"Just to be clear," came Percy's hard voice. Hazel could barely tear her eyes from the nightmarish thing, but seeing Percy, it was the first time she realized how utterly fortunate she was to be his friend. Nothing could be scarier than he was that time. "You will not approach Hazel again. You will not speak to her, not look at her, not even think about her! If I ever hear that you - or anybody you have ties to - tried to sabotage her in any way, shape, or form, this will be nothing compared to what will happen to you. Understood?"

Hazel should have been frightened, maybe uncomfortable, or apprehensive that Percy was capable of such a thing, but the only thing she felt was the overwhelming love towards him. Her best friend.

[wh6res]

three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

[flamingo-writes]

Ch. 2: Things That We Remember [TASM!Peter Parker x Reader]

Keep You On My Side, Chapter 2: Things That We Remember

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x [Female] Reader

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A/N: I swear to god, I am projecting myself way too much in this fic, I'm sorry hvunuifsd I also included characters from the different spiderman comics ;) and a few OC's of my own.

Summary: Peter comes to a realization that cleared his mind, as he found himself orbiting your general direction unconsciously. Weird feelings start to grow inside him, as well as recognizing his own loneliness due to his line of work. You on the other hand have mixed feelings, liking Peter sharp mindedness, and at the same time knowing that same sharp mind of his might be a threat to your secret.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment, misogynistic behavior, vandalism and bullying. Nothing too descriptive. Throughout the entirety of the fanfic there's gonna be a ever present theme of abuse of power as well as punk ideologies.

Word Count: 7.6K

As Peter’s mind kept circling over and over Lauren’s text, his mind was still digesting her last text. ’ Loonie liked you ’. Something about her words was making his stomach twist and tickle in funny ways; he’d forgotten how it felt to be into someone.

‘ She did? ’ He typed without being able to think of anything else. As he stared at the blinking cursor waiting for his next word. He chuckled awkwardly feeling too self aware in the matter. He asked himself why was he behaving like a teenager with a crush on the most popular girl. It was lame, or so he thought.

“C’mon, Peter. It’s not that hard,” He told himself.

‘ She didn't seem too convinced ’ He typed next not too satisfied with his own reply but clicked the send button anyways.

‘ She liked you. Otherwise you wouldn't have lasted with us at the table. ’ A couple of laughing emojis followed Lauren’s last text, making Peter chuckle and stare at his screen dreamily.

‘ She's that crazy? ’

‘ You don't remember her at all, do you? ’ He frowned gently at her text, as he suddenly wondered if he had met you before. Sure, your face and something about you felt familiar, but he was sure he’d remember meeting someone like you. You didn’t really have a standard personality, whatever the hell that meant; nor your vibes felt like something he’d see every so often.

‘ I...should I? ’

' Omg Peter! She's my sister! '

His eyebrows frowned even more as he tried to remember. And then, the memories hit him like a train.

' Say whaaat? ' He replied.

That's why you felt oddly familiar, he thought. He'd seen you in the halls at school. Your hair looked different back then, but still had the same atmosphere. The atmosphere of some mysterious creature lying in wait.

' Yeah, she was two years below us '

As Peter continued remembering stances of seeing you in school, you were for the most part low profile. He did remember what your usual style for school was, band t-shirts, dark jeans, and he did remember hearing you every once in a while yelling, calling people out loudly for unfair or sexiest behavior.

He hummed and nodded his face as he remembered one time taking a pic of one the lockers with a big sticker that read ' Punk is not dead ' and remembered Lauren once mentioning that it was her sister's locker.

' Wait, wasn't your sister the crazy punk girl who messed with Flash's car after a party? '

Man, the Trashed Car Incident was a highly popular story in school. There was a party, which Peter missed for being patrolling the city, but he still heard all about it and saw the pictures. The house was full of crazy teenagers desperately getting drunk and touching each other. God knows how many souls could fit in that small house in the suburbs. However, by the time Flash wanted to leave and went back to his fancy Audi A3 just taken out of the agency, he saw it. The tires were flat, and in neon spray painting, it read: " For all my sister's being touched without their consent, and had their reputations trashed while yours got elevated. See what it's like to have something you care for be hammered " signed with the initials PRG .

Flash wasn't exactly the best guy. He'd seduce all the pretty girls. It's rumored he'd make bets with his friends about who got a specific girl to sleep with them first. In parties he'd get drunk and end up fooling around with any drunk girl standing next to him at the time. He never really forced himself on them. They'd never say no to Flash, but they wouldn't say yes either. Many of those girls got called sluts afterwards. And Flash would be praised. And it always followed the same cycle. Over and over again.

The signature PRG came from a nickname Flash had given you. You were in your freshman year, and Flash was a sophomore. He tried getting his way with you but found it hard to seduce you. And in his futile attempt, he'd given you the name Punk Rock Girl . It was a reference to a band you apparently liked. However, Flash completely ruined the song for you as you were ‘more interested in hanging out with the raccoons at the dumpster’ than going out with Flash, as rumors had it, you’d told him. After having rejected him a handful of times, Flash started spreading rumours about you, ruining your reputation in the process. But how little you cared was outstanding. Since you barely even reacted to said rumours, soon they stopped and people instead ignored them like you did. This pissed off Flash.

However, it wasn’t until you messed with his car, he truly developed a huge disliking of you. And since that event, Flash didn’t dare to mess with you any longer, as he’d seen the lengths you’d go to. And thus, having earned the title of Loonie.

‘ The one and only Punk Rock Girl. ’ Lauren replied.

‘ Can I ask how did she not get expelled? Everyone was saying she was gonna be kicked out, ’ He asked.

‘ Oof, she called him out on his behavior and did it so well the principal didn’t really have any good argument to expel her. Also because she defended her actions saying the car event happened outside the school grounds and therefore the school has no jurisdiction in the matter. And well, our mom is a lawyer, she backed up her statement ’

‘ Didn’t she get in trouble with your parents? ’

‘ Oh she did, but she said she’d do it again if it means helping other women from being taken advantage of and manipulated. She accepted the punishment our parents gave her. She paid for the damage of Flash’s car with her own savings, but she still told Flash she’d gladly trash his car again if she heard he was still being an asshole to women ’

‘ Wow… ’

‘ Exactly, wow ’

Ultimately, the principal had no option but to let you stay in school. Especially because he knew if you spoke out loud about this issue, it would put the school in a bad position in the public eye. Sure, you hated the fact that the principal didn't do anything to Flash, but at least he didn't kick you out either.

' Damn, I never knew much about all of it besides Punk Rock Girl hammering Flash’s car and almost getting expelled… ’ He typed next.

‘ Yeah, she told us not to spread the whole story ’ Peter frowned softly at her reply, as she raised an eyebrow, curious at your reasoning behind it.

‘ How come? ’

‘ She likes to keep her privacy ’

‘ A punk who won't stay silent about injustice yet likes to stay off the spotlight, huh? ’ Peter wrote.

‘ Punks are loud not because they care for the spotlight, but because they care for change, they want the truth to be heard and spread ideas that’ll benefit minorities. They don’t do it for fame and praise. They do it because if it’s not them, then things won’t change on their own ’ His eyes widened in surprise as he reread that a couple of times before replying.

‘ That’s beautiful ’ He texted.

‘ She wrote that line once for a paper ’ Peter hummed an affirmative as he nodded his head, thinking it did make sense if it was something you’d written. It did sound an awful lot like you, to be fair. He could say that with certainty without knowing he had read your writing before.

‘ I love her. She does help me a lot with the band ’ Lauren sent.

‘ That's nice of her ’ He replied as he kept thinking about you.

He kept texting Lauren until she told him she was heading to bed. And with that, they said their goodbyes. However, Peter’s mind kept going, thinking of the rumors people spread about you, and how they always seemed to be...out of character? People called you all sorts of awful things, although, when Peter thought about it, the only people you messed with were the popular kids, and it was never unjustified. So believing all the rumours about you being mean and a bully or doing weird stuff was hard. At least for Peter.

Despite not really paying much attention to you during school, he did remember thinking you were cool for standing up so fearlessly for those who needed it. You let people spread rumors about you without raising your voice, but as soon as you saw someone get bullied, you were the first one to throw punches and yell at the oppressor. Peter respected that. And he knew that and wished he had the chance of meeting you, although back then he was slightly intimidated by your reputation, he never really approached you.

Not until now at least. Although, to be fair, he didn't know it was the infamous Punk Rock Girl he had been talking to at the bar that night. And perhaps that lack of knowledge was what allowed him to calmly approach you. The fact that now he knew who you were made it all more exciting. He still couldn't pinpoint what he felt for you, but you sure sparked something within him. And if you in some way or another ever reciprocated, he'd be surprised with himself.

On the other hand, you kept frantically going around the fact that Peter had picked up on you being as reserved as apparently MJ was. It was a very tiny slip, but one that was picked up by someone. You thought you needed to be more careful. And kept replaying that scene in your head over and over again.

As you stood behind your desk, staring at a blank document with a blinking cursor, wanting to type down the spiral of thoughts you kept going through. Your two other roommates were asleep as it was late night. And you didn't hear your third roommate walk in, whistling and closing the door behind him.

Clueless as to how your roommate went to the kitchen, left something in the fridge and then walked towards you, still whistling and banging his head to the rhythm of the music playing in his headphones.

All while your head kept going around Peter. His sharp mind, working almost like a sixth sense of sorts. How did he so easily picked up on it? If you kept being so mysterious, he'd end up figuring out you were MJ. That was if you were gonna see him in the future. Why would you see him in the future? You hadn't seen him since your sister and him graduated high school, and a few random stops at the coffee shop you worked at, but he never seemed to notice you. Until now. Why now? The poetic melodic voice in your mind kept pointing fingers at the romantic idea of fate. But what else could be expected of a writer if not to exaggerate and turn memories into potential story tropes?

The unseen notification of your sister's last text was shining bright on your screen. Haunting you.

'Peter Parker is interested in you, did you know that? ;) '

Of course you knew that. You'd seen the way he behaved tonight. Trying to get to know you, giving you charming smiles and over all polite gestures. Which did appeal to you, but you knew better than to get closer. You meant what you told him about the trust issues. At least when it came to dating. After your first and last boyfriend had cheated on you with a girl you took class with, you knew you didn't want to go through something like that again.

"Can't sleep?" Your roommate said looking over your shoulder.

His voice suddenly intruding in your thought train pulled you so violently away from your trance you flinched and squealed. His first reaction was to giggle as he put his hand on your shoulder.

"Yo, calm down it's me" He said softly. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Saw you on your computer and thought you'd probably been there for a while, so I brought you pizza" He said handing you a small plate with two thin slices.

"Ah–, thanks Miles" You sighed and looked at him, taking the plate off his hand. "No, it's fine, I was… spacing out"

"Yeah, I noticed," He chuckled and looked at your blank screen, raising an eyebrow and giggling.

"I didn't know we had pizza" You said staring at the plate, thinking you weren’t hungry, although you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.

"We do now. Went out to have a couple of drinks with my uncle Aaron. We had pizza at the bar, and I remembered we didn't have anything back home. My uncle Aaron insisted on paying for the pizza, though" Miles explained with a soft smirk.

"Tell your uncle Aaron he rocks" You chuckled and took a bite of the pizza, moaning softly. “This is good…” You muttered to yourself.

"He knows he’s cool. You good, though? You seem stressed…" He said taking a spare chair next to your seat and looked at you.

Feeling the weight of your own eye bags, and slightly dissociated mind, you shook your head softly.

"I met a guy who's a big MJ fan" You replied as Miles clicked his tongue and hummed an affirmative.

"Ah, I see…another identity hound?” He said, giving you a knowing smirk as you nodded.

Normally, you could easily deflect these people you called Identity Hounds. More of them were paranoid people who believed all the rumours about MJ. Most rumours were created on your own in order to deflect them. Like MJ being a guy.

"Yeah, except this guy has a sharper mind that everyone I've come across before… " You said, biting the tip of your thumb, thinking.

"Oh, not good” Miles sighed as he leaned against the backrest.

"Hopefully I won't be seeing him soon nor often” You sighed, somewhat relieved by your own consolation. You had absolutely no idea if that was gonna be the case, but you still tried to cling to the idea of New York being a city big enough to not see him in a while.

Although, life had other plans

"I hope so, man.” Miles said leaning forward and resting a hand on your shoulder. “Anyways, I'm heading to bed. See ya tomorrow, Loon. Don’t stay up too late, yeah?" He said as he walked towards his room and you continued to stare at your blank document.

"Night, Miles…" You purred, not sure if he’d heard you or not.

It definitely took you a while to feel sleepy. And during that whole time, you remained staring at the blank screen with little to no success. It was hard to tell whether it was still 2 am or the clock already marked 3 by the time you went to bed. Your mind was still going in circles about the odd person Peter Parker was. He was oddly observant and far more sharper than most people. He was cute and charming, but the moment he started connecting dots no one had even seen in the first place, you decided it was going to be best to keep your distance.

The next morning, it wasn’t hard to ignore the alarm, and what felt like the first time in months, you actually stopped your alarm without snoozing. Sighing tiredly, as four, perhaps five, hours of sleep was all you got, although your mind still seemed to be all over the place. And without wasting much time, you went to the swimming pool, as per usual; however, this time, it wasn’t out of healthy habits you were trying to stick to, it was because you wanted to free your mind from the intrusive thoughts, even if it was just for an hour.

After leaving the pool, you headed to your job at a small coffee shop, where you’d spend the next 10 hours making coffee and warming up croissants for picky eaters. And if there was a bit of free time, you'd go to a small table not far from the wooden bar and you'd sit behind your laptop and work on your novel.

Any MJ writing you'd always keep it to the confines of your apartment. In case there were people with wandering eyes. And also by dividing your time between your writing and MJ's you actually managed to get things written for both authors.

The soft doorbell jingled as the door opened and closed. Your eyes looking up to the door as you felt your stomach turn cold.

'God, no…' You thought.

As you wondered what were the chances of Peter showing up here the very next day after you "met" him. You thought Murphy had a nasty sense of humor.

Getting up from your table, you went to the cash register as you cursed at every deity of chaos for putting you in such a situation. As you avoided looking at him, you acted as if you didn't know who was behind the bar.

"Good afternoon what can I–" You said looking up and feigning surprise as Peter also faked a surprised look and called your name.

"Hey, it's good to see you" He said, chuckling softly, as he thought his spidey sense kinda did tell him something was gonna happen, although nothing bad nor dangerous.

"Yeah. Also… odd… " You said, frowning softly. "I'd never seen you here before" You lied.

Peter chuckled awkwardly as he thought of how suspicious it was. But it had been a coincidence that he was there.

"I am taking pics for the paper I work at… And happened to be around here. I woke up late, got late to work and I actually forgot to have breakfast…" He chuckled awkwardly, however, every single word he said had been true.

"I see" You nodded, not sure if you believed him, though. But gave him the benefit of the doubt. "What can I get you, then?"

"Coffee, please!" He groaned dramatically. "The biggest cup you have"

"20 ounces?" You asked as you were ready to grab a paper cup for him, not being impressed by the amount of coffee as you’ve had people drink excessive amounts of coffee on a daily basis as you simply stared both amazed and worried.

"Wait no, that's too much…" He corrected immediately as he sighed and shyly pointed at the paper cup next to the largest one.

"Sixteen?" You asked as he nodded and you grabbed it.

"Yeah, better" He sighed.

"So, American coffee?"

As you were ready to write down his order, he spoke and said:

"A latte, instead. Changed my mind. Any kind of milk is fine" Nodding, you wrote down his instructions before turning to the screen pad and typed his order there.

Peter paid close attention to your features as you clicked a few options here and there, thinking you were quite beautiful, and how your face hadn’t really changed much since he graduated. At the same time, feeling slightly embarrassed at the fact that he hadn’t recognized you from school. He tried justifying it in the poor lighting and flashing lights from the bar. Although he knew it was a bullshit excuse. Perhaps he had been too busy between getting used to being Spiderman, losing his uncle Ben and then falling for Gwen to really notice your face, despite knowing what people said about you.

"Noted. Something else?" You said, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Oh, not sure. I don’t come here often…" He said looking at the desserts on the counter "What do you recommend?"

"The muffins are very good. We have butter, chocolate chips, blueberry… " You said gazing over the counter, feigning a lack of interest, although you knew far too well Peter caught your curiosity like very few things in life.

"Oh, blueberry, please"

You nodded as you charged him, handed him his change and proceeded to work on his coffee as he looked around nervously, feeling uncomfortable by the growing silence.

"You're the only one?" He said breaking the growing awkwardness, as you met his dark eyes and nodded.

"Barista, yes. At least for the time being… There are two people in the kitchen who make the sandwiches. A coworker should arrive in an hour or so…"  You explained as you warmed up his muffin and finished his coffee. "Have a good day, Pete…" You said handing him his things. You exchanged stares before smiling politely at him.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He asked curiously, staring at you straight in the eye as you felt oddly exposed and looked away shyly.

"Sure" Was everything you could reply as you started to feel nervous as to what could Peter possibly ask you.

"Why didn't you tell me we went to the same school or that you were Lauren's sister?" He said, genuinely concerned, a part of him still feeling guilty over not recognizing you in the first place.

"Mystery is fun. Besides  I am a pretty private person… " Peter chuckled as he thought he should've expected that to be your answer.

"Yeah, we established that last night," Peter chuckled. "You Mysterious Writers are a very interesting species"

"It's almost an unconscious marketing technique" You added with a soft giggle as you wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully.

"Hey, it could help you sell once you publish your novel"

"I might give it an actual try" You added as you gazed over at your laptop with the open document as Peter followed your stare and nodding immediately knowing it was yours.

"Anyways, thanks…" He purred your name softly as he looked into your eyes, the text Lauren sent him circling his mind still. "So, see you around?"

"Yeah, I guess" You replied smiling back at him.

Peter turned around, feeling his heart racing all of a sudden. A cheeky smile on his cheeks as he knew where to find you. Although, right before he got any closer to the door, he stopped in his tracks and spun on his heels. And walking back to the bar, he met your eyes again as you squinted yours and smirked.

"Oh hey, before I go… Can I ask you for one last thing?" He said, his cheeky grin spreading through his cheeks making him look all too cute.

"Sure" You said with a pretty obvious suspicious tone making him laugh softly.

"I kinda meant what I said about seeing you around… I'd like to hang out sometime soon… if that's fine with you of course...I had fun last night" Something in his voice told you he was actually telling the truth as you looked at him, noticing the growing puppy look in his eyes.

"Have you've always been this persuasive?"  You said rolling your eyes and returning the playful smirk, although yours had a more sassy tone to it.

"I prefer to use the word charming" He said, smiling proudly.

"Let me guess, you were a teacher's pet?" The weight of the marker in the pocket of your apron seemed to grow with every word you exchanged.

"I'm not gonna deny nor confirm anything" You laughed at his reply.

"You definitely were a teacher's pet. Dorky, polite, smart… You have the entire profile of a teacher’s pet" You said as you grabbed the marker and played idly with it in your fingers as Peter was paying close attention to your every move.

"Say teacher’s pet one more time…" He said in a playful threatening voice as his smirk spread across his face.

"Peter Parker, the teacher's pet" You teased as you stared at him and raised an eyebrow.

Peter chuckled and pretended to be offended, dramatically stepping back and placing a hand over his chest. He was also surprised at the fact that you did know his full name, making him even more ashamed of not having recognized you.

"I'll play along as long as I can get your number" He answered as he got closer to the bar again.

"Now, that's manipulation" You said squinting your eyes and frowning, however your cheeky smile was still there, hypnotizing Peter.

"It's only manipulation if it works… is it… working?" Peter said with a smirk.

"I'm not gonna deny nor confirm anything" You said as you grabbed a napkin and wrote down your number and doodled a small frog next to it out of habit and handed it to him. "I don't like how persuasive you are, Parker" You chuckled.

"Too much power, huh?" He said, his smile leaning towards one side of his face.

He called your name one last time. Before gently waving and thanking you for the napkin as he left hopping happily with long strides as you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Your mind lingered on him. He was smart, and witty, oddly straightforward with his flirting, but damn, was he charming. It was hard to resist. You wondered if that's why Gwen Stacy had fallen for him. She was incredibly centered, smart and focused in her studies. Many guys tried getting in her pants and she'd epically rejected them. But not Peter. He was smart. And so quick to make a comeback or jokes. That was hot. Although, something about how quick he was to think scared you a bit. How long would it take him to figure out you were MJ? And if he did, what would you do next?

If he were to find out, you'd have no other chance but to keep him around, and get him to keep the secret. But you still didn't know Peter good enough to know how trustworthy he was. How good was he at keeping secrets? You barely knew anything about the guy other than he'd usually use his skateboard inside school, take pics for the school paper and events, date Gwen and that he was a huge science nerd. Not enough information to properly form an opinion.

"Who was that?" Your friend Kylie said as she walked out of the kitchen. “I saw you two giggling and chatting…”

“Some guy who used to go to school with me” You replied, thinking.

“He’s cute” She said looking at you with curious eyes, wanting to see your reaction and what you had to say on the matter.

“Yeah. And very smart. And that’s a big problem…” You purred looking at her. “In less of an hour he made a comment about how MJ and I are similar…” You whispered.

“Oh, shit…That’s bad…” She muttered her eyes now opening in surprise.

“Yeah”

“Hey, another question, did you bring the pizza last night? I grabbed a slice for lunch today…” You noticed immediately Kylie had changed the topic in an attempt to distract you from Peter. She knew how people bringing up MJ’s identity made you tense almost as a reflex, and was trying to get your mind off of it.

“It was Miles” You said, snapping out a bit from your thought spiral as you looked at Kylie, her bottle green hair still felt weird to you as she’d dyed her hair just two days ago. “Well, to be precise, his uncle Aaron…Aaron bought us pizza” You said chuckling softly.

“Oh, Aaron is so sweet. I swear, he’s like the father of all of us renting that apartment…” Kylie said, dramatically resting her hand on her chest as you chuckled.

The day went by, and eventually your other roommate made it to the coffee place for his shift. Helping you out making coffee while Kylie and another cook worked in the kitchen. Shortly after, your shift was done; however you stayed the afternoon at the coffee shop working on your draft, your mind every once in a while wandering back to Peter as you'd take a few notes in another document as a personal essay in order to get those thoughts off your mind and be able to keep writing.

'Last night I felt almost as if my soul had returned to my body. I saw that familiar red and blue flash swinging past the corner, and I was more than glad to see he was back. Our friendly neighborhood Spiderman is back, doing what he does best.

I am saddened to say that that's how the usual Spiderman cycle goes. He goes missing, people realize how much we need him, he comes back, people are kind, then media start manipulating information, making him look bad, people forget everything he's done for us… Rinse and repeat.

Not me. I could never forget all the things he's done for us. For me. And I hope most people are like me in this sense.

Whoever wears the mask, I hope you get to read this. And if that's the case, I hope you're doing well. I want to thank you for everything you've done. And for everything you'll do in the future. You're far more valuable to the city than what people give you credit for. Please remember this.

It's good to have the friendly neighborhood Spiderman back'

On Monday, the office of The Daily Bogle was a raging ruckus again. Jameson was throwing his tantrum about never working with MJ again, making it pretty clear that he disliked the idea that the writer that brought more attention to the paper was a Spiderman supporter, something Jameson wasn't. He even went the extra mile to have an article for tomorrow's paper about the return of Spiderman and the possible bad impact it might have in New York.

"Leeds!" Jameson shouted.

"Sir!" Ned flinched softly as he stood up from his chair.

"Write that bastard an email telling him we don't want to work with him ever again, and while you're there, tell him to go screw himself, I don't like vigilante supporters"

"I-I… sir…" Ned nodded and sat back in his seat.

Peter frowned, annoyed by the latest request his neurotic boss had just ordered. Not only because that meant losing contact with MJ altogether, he now didn't have any chance. He sighed deeply as Gloria and Ned exchanged looks and Peter got up from his seat holding his camera.

"Parker! Where do you think you're going?" Jameson barked.

"Take some pictures for the paper" He sighed annoyed.

"Don't take too long. Make sure to eat in the meantime, you'll be using your lunch break to get those pics ready for printing. Bring decaf coffee, I asked Angela to buy more but she didn't bring it!"

Peter rolled his eyes and left. Feeling frustrated, he headed towards your workplace hoping to see a familiar face that'll bring him comfort.

Truth was, Peter didn't keep any friends. How could he? He felt his secret identity might be a danger to whoever was close to him. And normally kept people at a distance.

However, something was drawing him towards you. Perhaps the desire to have someone to go to when he wanted to vent about his day and get his mind off his burdens, like people normally did with friends. That and the fact that you simply caught his attention. You were smart and laid back despite the present mystery surrounding you. And the way your eyes focused on him with the same intrigue as his, it was hard for him not to meet your gaze and get lost in it. It was something he'd forgotten how it felt like.

He stopped behind the glass door, as he asked himself what exactly was he doing there. Peter didn't know for sure. Your silhouette moving back and forth behind the coffee bar along with another guy as you exchanged words and laughs together, the line getting shorter as you two worked together. A gentle smile spread through his face, not noticing how creepy he looked staring as you cluelessly worked not really noticing due to the rush hour of people getting coffee.

As you registered orders and wrote down instructions on paper cups, you heard the bell jingling softly as you sighed thinking how rush hour couldn't get any busier. However, you kept working, begging for that last person to be the last customer for the next half an hour at least.

Which turned out to be true. As you kept taking orders, you didn't hear the doorbell ring any further. As the line got shorter and shorter, you could only feel more and more relieved with every passing customer as you had been taking orders nonstop for an hour now. You weren’t paying attention to who was in line, mostly taking note of how many people were left.

Finally, as your rearview got a glimpse of the last customer left, you handed Andy, your coworker and roommate, a paper cup with the instructions written down. As you turned back to the pad on the cash register, your lips moved on their own, greeting automatically.

“Good morning, welcome to the Coffee Pot, what can I–” You stopped as you looked up holding your marker ready to write down orders as you met Peter’s stare, your heart skipping a beat and your mind suddenly turning blank as you weren’t expecting him. Three days in a row, you thought. “Peter?” You asked surprised as you chuckled awkwardly. “I’m seeing you a lot lately, huh?” You said with a sarcastic tone.

“Not stalking, I swear” Peter added with a gentle laugh. “I’m running away from my work for a while. My boss is driving me insane” Peter explained, slightly nervous as he knew how odd it was that for two days straight, he’d gone to your workplace unannounced. He sighed softly, slightly defeated. “I’m not having the best day, and wanted to go someplace where I can get my mind off of it”

His voice got lower and sounded genuine, as you could pick up on the annoyance in his voice. You pushed your lips together as your eyebrows lifted, feeling sorry for him, despite not knowing what truly was happening to him. You simply felt sympathy and knew how not having a good day felt like, as well as the urge to get your mind off your work for a while. You nodded and grabbed a paper cup and wrote down the coffee he’d asked you for the day before as you still remembered his order.

“I hope you want what you ordered yesterday” You said chuckling, trying to comfort him.

“You remember what I had yesterday?” He replied, his face changing as a smirk spread through his lips.

“I’ve got a good memory” You replied as you handed Andy the paper cup and grabbed a blueberry muffin.

“Oh, no, please” He said, sighing your name softly. “I’ve only got cash for the coffee…” He said.

“The muffin’s on me, Pete” You said handing him the muffin in a small paper bag.

“Oh come on” He whined.

“I’m serious. You’re having a bad day, and I wanna help turn it around” The gentle smile you gave Peter left him breathless for a second as he forgot for a moment why he was even in a bad mood to begin with. He clicked his tongue and grabbed the paper bag from you.

“When you put it that way, it is hard to say no” He said as he handed you a bill. “Let me repay you sometime”

“I did a random act of kindness, Peter. Not a favor. You don’t owe me anything” You said with a confident tone, trying to get him to stop insisting.

“Random act of kindness, huh? Okay, as a random act of kindness, I’ll take you out someday to a churro cart close to Rafferty Triangle…” He said as he looked at you with playful eyes and a soft smile.

“Peter…” You sighed, your voice getting lower.

“There’s this Puerto Rican lady who has a churro cart, they’re great! They’re stuffed with nutella and–”

“Stop using my phrases against me” You cut him off with a soft giggle as you realized which kind of person Peter was. And he was the kind of person who somehow felt obligated to return favors or compensate others.

“Why?” He laughed.

“Copyright? I don’t know…” You chuckled knowing it hadn’t been your best comeback.

“No, not gonna buy that one” He teased. “Let me do something nice for you someday”

Truth was, Peter was now grasping at any chance he had to spend time with you. Any little excuse to get to see you or talk to you drew him in. Something about you was so fascinating to him, he needed to take any chance to be with you.

“I mean, you already are. You are consuming in the place I work at” You said as you looked around. Very briefly locking stares with your coworker Andy, as he gave you a knowing stare, noticing the flirting going both ways with the two of you.

“You know what I mean,” Peter added.

“I do…” Andy handed you Peter’s coffee as you handed it to him, since Peter was still by the cash register. He grabbed the paper cup, his fingers brushing yours and he intentionally lingered there. Noticing how you intentionally remained there holding his cup for a few seconds, his hand next to yours before letting go. Something that lasted far too long, burning each other’s skin as you both wondered what exactly was happening and how exactly you felt about the other.

“Thanks…” He said as he met your stare briefly before looking away shyly.

“You’re leaving already?” You asked softly as you thought he’d stay longer. You wanted him to stay longer.

“You see, I have to, quote-unquote work…” He chuckled.

“I see…” You sighed slightly disappointed, but without anything to say. “You mentioned working at a paper, can I ask which one?”

“The Daily Bogle” Something in his answer made your gentle look suddenly turned bitter.

“You work there?” You asked, your voice coming out a lot more sour than intended. ‘No offence, but I kinda hate that paper…” You chuckled awkwardly, however, you didn’t want to hide your discomfort in the matter.

“Not the best place, but puts bread on the table” Peter sighed, as you could tell from his reply he wasn’t exactly happy to work there.

“You’re a photographer there?” You asked as bit by bit you began connecting dots.

“Yeah…”

“I see” You said looking away, suddenly too deep in your thoughts as you remembered a couple of things you’d heard about The Daily Bogle and remembering each and every article you’ve read there that made you dislike it. “Wait, so you’re the guy who takes pics of Spiderman?” You asked curiously as you’d heard there was only one photographer in New York who managed to get pics of Spiderman.

“So people say” Peter said, suddenly getting on guard as he thought you were quick to realize it.

“Do you like him?” You asked, your voice turning serious, as you knew you were being straightforward right now, but now that this information about Peter had come out, you thought it was important to know where he stood, before making any more progress. What he replied now would define what you thought of him and how close you wanted him to be.

“Spiderman? I think he’s a swell guy” He replied, shrugging it off, making it seem like he didn’t think much on the matter.

“Then why would you do that to him?” You asked, your vice cutting as your gaze suddenly turned sharper as Peter knew what you meant and sighed deeply.

“Look, he doesn’t care” He replied, trying to divert the tension.

“How do you know?” You asked, as Peter met your stare and felt like he was staring at the fearless girl who trashed Flash’s car without remorse, suddenly feeling slightly intimidated, as if he were walking on thin ice.

“I do” He replied, knowing he couldn’t let his voice falter.

“You know him” You concluded, making it clear that it wasn’t a question, as Peter didn’t know how to reply to such a direct statement. He shrugged.

You chuckled bitterly as you looked away, as you took a deep breath, feeling slightly betrayed by how sweet and gentle he looked, and yet he worked for the paper who specialized in calling Spiderman a form of criminal. The Spiderman you always defended through MJ’s signature, since you were oddly related to the masked hero. Standing up and helping those in need because those at the top won’t do it themselves. You knew the parasocial relationship was a big stretch, but it was oddly comforting to know there were people like you. And the scale with which Spiderman did it, risking his life so selflessly. You admired that.

“Peter, so far I’ve enjoyed interacting with you, please don’t ruin it…” You sighed as you met his stare briefly, noticing the way his dark brown eyes softened with guilt.

“What are you…” He said, trying to mask his growing anxiety with an awkward chuckle.

“Spiderman has saved me a couple of times in the past, and I’m immensely grateful to the guy…I really dislike the things The Bogle has to say about him…” You replied, your voice easing as you could tell Peter didn’t feel exactly proud of The Bogle’s actions.

“I’m in a complicated position…” Peter sighed looking away, as he didn’t know what to say to make the situation better.

“Yeah. Because surviving in New York is hard, isn’t it?” You spat, as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, knowing you were getting too worked up too fast.

“I’ve tried looking for other jobs…And I’m still in the Bogle because it’s a stable income. Well, it is stable when my editor isn’t threatening me…” He murmured.

“What?” You questioned not liking his wording. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve tried stopping giving him Spiderman pictures, because…you’ve read what he says about Spiderman, and he’s threatened me to kick me out. And I can’t give myself the luxury of not having a job, not even for a couple of days.. my tenant is ready to kick me out even if I’m five minutes late paying rent…”

You looked at him amazed as your mouth fell open and suddenly all the anger you were feeling now canalized on someone else. You hummed a scoff as you looked away and Peter looked back at you. He saw you run a hand through  your face and hair as you looked at him, your eyes now considerably softer as they met his.

“I’m sorry” You replied in a low voice. “I didn’t mean to…get mad at you… ”

“Well, I can’t blame you for getting mad at me for helping sabotage Spiderman” Peter said, snickering softly at the irony that he was Spiderman and he worked for the asshole who’s favorite hobby was to talk shit about him.

“Why don’t you try freelance?” You asked him.

“How exactly? I…” He stopped himself as he took a deep breath and looked at you. “You’re gonna think I’m pathetic, but I don’t know anyone…I suck at meeting people and maintaining friendships. And as far as I’m concerned, Freelance depends a lot on contacts…”

For Peter it was hard, impossibly hard to keep people close. For starters, he was a naturally lone wolf, however, after taking Spiderman’s identity, and after what Gwen’s father had told him, he knew it was best for everyone if he remained a lone wolf. He still carried the guilt and responsibility of Gwen’s death on his shoulders, only further proving his point that he was better left alone. But he’d be lying if he said he was fine on his one. Truth was, his life felt terribly lonely at times, and his escape was to get this mind busy either at work, or by putting on the red and blue suit. He avoided his loneliness by staying busy, but on bad days, it was hard to run away from it.

And yet, he found himself orbiting your general direction. Regardless of the nature of his feelings for you, he also longed for a friend. Someone to rely on when he felt overwhelmed. Like he’d done today. He felt fed up with Jameson’s bullshit and found himself going to your workplace. To see you, to talk to you, to get his mind off his burdens a bit. And even talking about how unhappy he was in The Bogle felt awfully relieving.

“Let me help you. I know a thing or two about freelance…” You said, immediately regretting your words, as you  knew you couldn’t teach him what you knew without giving away you were MJ.

“What?” Peter’s gaze changed as you broke him apart from  his thought train and took a 180° change on his look, now gazing at you curiously.

“My cousin is getting married in a couple of months, I’m gonna ask her if she has a photographer yet…” You said. “How does that sound?”

“Really?” He coughed. “I-I…don’t have a lot of fancy equipment…”

“One of my roommates took a class on photography in college and he has some equipment he had to buy. I don’t think he’s gonna mind if we borrow them for an afternoon…” You said, shrugging, as you knew Miles wouldn’t really mind in the first place, plus he was going as your plus one for the wedding.

“I…Sure…Please!” He chuckled, getting weirdly excited as his new found happiness somehow permeated to you and you looked away, feeling suddenly too shy to look at him.

“Okay…are you free on Thursday? After 5?” You asked him as the voice at the back of your head started panicking as you had a few days to think how the hell were you going to solve this. You needed a plan to fix this without having to involve your little secret. And soon, an idea sparked in your head. You were going to need Aaron Davis’ help.

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Bells and Smoke

Summary: The youngest Shelby has to be send away to a convent, but you have no intention of conforming to their rules, even if you’ll die in the process

(Gif by @harmon-jane-black​) A/N: Requested by anon: Could I request a Shelby sister where she is sent off to a boarding school and is getting badly bullied by teachers and pupils for being what they think is Birmingham poor scum. Maybe she comes home or gets visited and is losing her Birmingham accent and is a little thin and tired. V Polly and tommy nun scene vibes. Only if you aren't busy ❣️ x This has gotten really long, but this request gave me SO many ideas! Warning for abuse and neglect though. And I hope you like it!

Words: 6020 *** You couldn’t remember how it had all happened. One minute everything seemed to be fine and the next, life as you knew it had ended. Maybe it was Tommy’s idea, to give you the opportunities the others never had. But he never cared much about his siblings’ education. Maybe it was Arthur’s idea, thinking you’d finally become too wild. But he was too busy fighting his own demons. Maybe it was Aunt Pol’s idea, making a woman of style and class out of you. But she’d never abandon you like this. 

All you knew was that one morning you had been in bed. As usual, you’d woken up with the workers as the factory whistles sounded, but there was no need for you to get up at five. So you’d turned around and tried to sleep on. But then Finn had come in and he roughly shook you awake. “Aunt Pol says you have to get up,” he had said, his voice filled with urgency. But you hadn’t been awake fully yet, “What… Why? It’s so early!” “You have to pack.” “For what? Where are we going?” Your brother had refused to meet your eye, “Not me. Just you.” And before you knew it, Aunt Polly had taken you and your small bag into the car and you were speeding out of Birmingham. At least Finn had come along, though Polly had forbidden him to go, but he had been adamant. “Where are we going?” you had whispered to him in the back. He had hardly replied to any of your question, but gave evasive answers like, “Away. Pol says it won’t be forever.” You remembered the all-encompassing feeling of loneliness that had washed over you in that moment. Was it something you had done? Were you being punished? Was the family giving you up? You were only fifteen, you’d never been away from Small Heath without any of your siblings by your side, and the separation had been too abrupt, too cruel. Suddenly, Aunt Polly had swerved to the right and stopped abruptly in front of the train station. “Get you bag,” she’d ordered you. Anger had flared inside of you, “No! You tell me where I’m going first!” “Y/N Shelby, I am your aunt and you will do as I say. Remember who you’re talking to and don’t think for one second that you will win this fight. Grab your bag and get out of the car.” Petrified at your aunt’s tone of voice, you’d gotten out of the car. And like a zombie, you’d walked over to the train. On the side it said Oxford. “Where do I get off?” You’d asked no one in particular. “Oxford,” your brother had never left your side, “Just sit tight until the end.” “You know what’s going on.” “I can’t change it, Y/N,” his eyes had been pleading for your forgiveness in that one moment, “I tried, I swear to God I did, but I can’t change it…” Not really understanding, you had only been able to nod, “Will you explain it to me?” “I’ll write.” Suddenly, tears had begun to fall from your eyes. The great unknown hadn’t even scared you that much, but the sudden realisation that everything had been altered had. “Here,” Finn had nudged you, as you’d hoisted your bag on board, “I nicked this for you,” and he’d handed you a hipflask, “might get you as far as Oxford. After that, you’re on your own.” His words had hit you hard, so there’d been nothing left to do but take a swig from the whiskey he offered. “What did I do wrong?” you’d asked him, uncertain. “Nothing. Don’t let the bastards tell you otherwise. You did nothing.” His voice had been so strong then. “Finn?” “Yeah?” “You can’t fucking write.” He’d burst out laughing and you couldn’t help yourself but join him. Then the train had started to depart and you’d taken one last look at the car with Aunt Pol’s silhouette inside. You’d turned to Finn and it’d been like you would never see him again. “Finn?” “Yeah?” “I bloody love you, you know?” He’d smirked, “I fucking love you too.” Eyes still locked, the train had started to move and just before it was too late, he’d added, “I’ll make sure you’re coming back home.” You’d clung to those words *** At five in the morning, the whistles sounded. Waking up this early was now your habit, as it was the habit of all the girls here. Like robots, you all climbed out of your sober beds, to put on your drab grey dresses and to stand neatly next to year beds. The dormitory looked like a prison cell and the girls’ faces were ashen. Shivering in the cold, you waited for inspection. “Adams!” “Yes, sister.” “Lee!” “Yes, sister.” “Williams!” “Yes, sister.” The first voice rang through the room like the bells of hell and the girls answered in meek tones. This was your morning ritual and there was no comfort to be found in it. Silently, you waited, while a part of you still dreamed of the horses you once loved and rode. Remember the freedom you felt, you told yourself. Remember the wind in your hair? The people who cared? The place called home? Remember Finn running alongside you? “Shelby!” You suddenly looked up, “Yes, sister,” and faced the nun who’d stopped by your bed. “What’s this?” she asked her rhetorical question. “My bed,” you weren’t supposed to answer, but it had escaped you before you could stop yourself. The middle-aged woman crouched down and tore up the neat bedding you’d just finished tucking in perfectly. Locking eyes with you, she gloated, “Look, it isn’t made properly.” “It was,” you replied through gritted teeth, “you just went and fucked it up again.” Without a warning, she struck you across the face hard. Then she flipped over the bed in one smooth motion and said, without any emotion, “Do it again.” Seething with rage, you counted to ten in your head. In your mind, you went back to Small Heath. You could feel the warmth of the fire in your kitchen, hear the men counting the money and could smell Aunt Polly’s cooking. This and only this was how you managed not to explode. “Ankins!” she continued her list. “Yes, sister.” “Elliot!” She was new here and you looked at her without turning your head, a skill you’d mastered in recent weeks. Some of the girls said she’d gotten pregnant, but she’d lost the baby before coming here. No one really knew what had happened to her. You only thought she looked too young, too fragile, like a little bird that could be squashed with a single movement of the hand. “Yes…” she mumbled, practically inaudibly. “Speak up, girl!” She hardly increased her volume, but repeated, “Yes, sister.” Just as you’d promised yourself you’d try to look out for her, evil incarnate turned around to face you again and snapped, “Shelby. You’ll report to my office after you’ve finished making your bed, properlythis time.” Great, you thought. After she’d left, you looked at your hands in resignation. Faint white lines betrayed the cane that had been on them. They’d only just healed. *** A few months earlier, Tommy was meeting a man dressed in black in an alleyway. As the rain was pouring down on Small Heath, they spoke in urgent whispers. “What did she do this time?” the concerned brother said with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. “Theft, mainly,” the other replied, “And she was seen at the races, leaving the scene of the murder.” Tommy knew his sister hadn’t been responsible for the death that day, but none of it mattered now, “How much do they know?” “Enough.” Tommy took another drag of his cigarette and paused for a second, “Well, what do they want?” “Nothing. Leverage.” “Fuck…” “Thomas,” the informant urged, “Get her out. Out of Small Heath, and do it fast.” “Where the fuck is she supposed to go?” He shrugged, “Don’t you have family some place else?” “Can’t protect our Y/N when she’s away from here,” Tommy said coldly, not betraying the emotions he felt. “Then send her somewhere she will be protected.” Tommy sighed deeply, “I’ll ask Pol, eh? She’ll know what to do.” The man looked at Thomas Shelby: gangster, businessman, brother. His face was impossible to read and his feelings remained hidden. So he said, “Do it tonight, Thomas, if you can. He said she’d hang for it. Get her out.” ***

The first time you had tried to escape you didn’t think about it. You hadn’t even planned it and had just decided to run. With two nuns hot on your heels, you’d raced through the corridors. Pretty soon, you ran into your first locked door. You knew all was lost there and then. “Shelby…” the mother superior had mused as you stood in her office, “I knew it would be you.” “And how the fuck would you know that?” you’d replied quick as a flash. “You watch your tone, filthy rat,” she’d shouted, but added calmly, “We know of your kind, child.” Through gritted teeth, you’d questioned, “And what kind would that be?” “Gypsy scum,” she’d spat, before beating you senseless for the first time. The second time you tried to escape, you’d thought it through more. In the middle of the night, you’d crept out of bed and tiptoed across the dormitory. “Get back in bed!” one of the girls had whispered, “Remember last time?” “Yeah, I fucking remember, that’s why I need to leave!” you’d whispered back, voice filled with urgency.

Two hairpins. The day you’d found those were the day you’d planned your second escape attempt. Because if growing up in Small Heath had taught you one thing, it was how to steal and lie and cheat. And, coincidentally, how to pry open any lock. The first locked door was conquered quickly, but the second one had proven to be more troublesome. The large black doors that were said to protect you from the outside world did their job of keeping you all caged inside. The hairpins were too small to reach all the tumblers. Cursing under your breath, you’d soon realised that you disappearance had been noticed. In a panic, you’d grabbed a chandelier from the chapel and broken a window. Ignoring the shards you’d climbed through, while they tore at your skin and blood stained your nightgown. Once outside, the fresh air had an intoxicating effect on you. But you’d never gotten far. Again, you were brought to the mother superior, who stood waiting eagerly this time, cane in hand. “Go on,” you’d urged, full of defiance, “Beat me and get it over with.” “No…” she’d said suddenly, “you will tell me what your plan was first.” “To fucking get out.” “Why would you want to leave this place?” she’d questioned innocently, “Why would you want to leave the house of the Lord, where we only want to offer you safety and education? Where you can atone for your sins and regain your place in heaven?” “I’m not an animal,” you’d replied, “I need to be free.” And with that, the nun had smirked at you, “Free. You want to be free. Well, maybe this will finally break your spirit.” They’d locked you up in the cellars for three weeks. Darkness had enveloped you, only broken when she came in to beat you or feed you. You could never be sure. After every beating, she’d say, “Now, I’ll pray to God for you and ask him for his forgiveness.” “I’ll do it myself,” came your steady answer each time, “I’ll deal with him on my own.” And in the dark you’d cling onto the black Madonna around your neck, the only mother you still had left in this Godforsaken place. Now, some girls would be broken by now, but not you. If anything, you’d been more determined than ever to get out. But you had to be smart about it. Maybe Aunt Pol wouldn’t take you back and maybe you’d shame Tommy, but Finn would look out for you. Running hadn’t worked so far, so a new plan had started to form in your mind: a new plan that involved the boy that delivered the bread. Because as the days droned on after you were being released, you started paying attention to the delivery boy for the first time. You knew he’d always had a thing for you, but you weren’t interested. As a way out, you were now extremely interested. “Hi,” you greeted when it was your turn to help him unload. He was so startled by your talking all of a sudden, all he could manage was, “Bread…” “Yeah,” you smiled your prettiest smile, “Bread. That’s what you’re here for, right?” “I am.” “Good,” and you continued to unload the crates, sending him a few glances over your shoulder. He was still rooted to the spot, so you decided a bit more effort was required in this case, “You only come here for the bread?” you asked with humour in your voice. “Well, that’s my job…” he almost stuttered, but when you made eye contact, he finally relaxed a little, “What else would I come here for?” “Me?” you asked innocently. You could tell his confidence was growing, “Well, maybe a little. I mean, you are the prettiest girl in the school.” That was easy, you thought. So you flirted on and chatted him up and soon he was all yours, “Your name’s Billy, right?” “Yeah.” “Well, Billy. I need a favour…” This plan was a lot more complicated but it had a higher chance of success. And it would’ve worked too, if it hadn’t been for the younger nun who’d spotted you talking to Billy. Before the third attempt had even taken place, you found yourself back at the office. This time, the mother superior didn’t even speak. As soon as you were marched in, she’d grabbed you by your hair and attacked you with a pair of scissors. “Get off me, you crazy bitch!” you screeched, as strands of your hair fell down left and right of you. But the old nun remained completely calm in her tone, while becoming increasingly vicious in her attack, “Do you know what we do here?” You clenched your jaw for the pain, because this was no longer just about cutting your hair, but also hurting you as much as possible in the process. You had about a thousand replies to her question, but quickly weighed your options and decided not to piss off an angry old nun with a deadly weapon in her hands. So she continued, “We offer you the gift of education. Through hard labour, lots of prayer and penance the girls can find their way back to Jesus Christ. By humbling yourself, denying yourself rest, food and drink even, and working beyond human endurance one may come closer to our Lord. Save yourself from eternal damnation.” “No, thanks,” you replied inaudibly. When your hair had been cut, she crowed, “Your arrogance has been defeated and your vanity has been lifted. You will do well here now.” The fuck you would.

*** “Aunt Pol?” “What?” the woman snapped. He faltered, “Is this a bad time?” “It’s never a good time. Speak up, Finn.” “Fine,” and he took in a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, “When’s Y/N coming home?” Aunt Polly turned around abruptly and said, “For fuck’s sake, Finn.” “It’s been months!” “And we haven’t heard from her,” with a large gesture, Aunt Polly threw some more wood onto the fire, “If something was wrong, she would’ve written.” “Well, no…” her nephew started protesting. “Yes,” his aunt interrupted him, “She’s fine. It’s Y/N. She can take care of herself.” “She can’t now, can she!” Finn suddenly erupted, “Yousend her away and for fucking what?! She didn’t do anythingwrong!” Polly held up a menacing hand, “You mind your fucking tone or I’ll slap you back to where you came from.” “I’m sixteen, Aunt Pol, same age as Y/N. Remember, we’re twins?” He’d only gotten more heated, “Something’s wrong. I can feel it, alright? And she wouldn’t write to you anyways, because you’re the one that send her away! Why would she write to someone who doesn’t even fuckingwant her?” Polly paused for a moment and seemed to calm down, “What do you mean you feel it?” “I just know, Aunt Pol, like when we were little and she fell in the Cut and I couldn’t breathe? It’s like that, only… longer.” She put down her black cigarette, “You’ve been dreaming, haven’t you?” “I dream about her, but I can never see her,” he nodded, “And sometimes…”

“What?” “It’s stupid…” “Finn, you tell me, right now!” everything about her was focused on the urgency of the situation now. But he didn’t understand, “Seagulls, alright? I keep dreaming about seagulls.” “Fuck,” his aunt whispered to herself, “I need to talk to Tommy.”

“Aunt Pol, you’re missing the fucking point!” he was seething again, “I was trying to talk to you about Y/N! I just want to know why you send her away and whenshe’s coming back!” “I didn’t send her away. Tommy said we didn’t have a choice,” she grabbed her coat and continued talking to herself, “I thought she’d be safe there…” “Isn’t she?” Finn asked, panicking as a result of his aunt’s strange behaviour. “Seagulls, Finn, fucking seagulls!” *** You couldn’t understand why they hated you so much. At first it had just been the nuns, and you had a vague notion of them calling you ‘gypsy scum’ had something to do with it. From the start, they’d commented on your accent, reminded you of where you came from and told you that you were nothing compared to the others girls here. And in a way this made sense: on the one hand this school had the outward appearance of being an institution of learning for young ladies, but the reality was very different. Parents who no longer wanted to deal with them or who had ‘shamed’ their families often dumped girls here. Others were orphans. Either way, the nuns collected the large amount of money paid for each girl and treated all of you badly. And you weren’t a complete idiot and you knew you were partially to blame for the situation as it was now. You knew you hadn’t made a great entrance when you walked into the school, but even from the start they had disliked you. But your resistance had made it worse, much worse. All the girls were treated harshly, had to work and were kept in line, but you were being treated like a slave held captive. There was zero intention on your part to come into the school to make friends. From the moment you’d stepped off that train, you’d decided you were done with people. All you wanted was your brother, and the rest of the family if they still wanted you. But after a few weeks, you had started craving some connections and you had tried to make friends with the other girls. But it soon became clear that you had very little in common with them. This however, wasn’t the main problem: they feared you. Your defiance made them anxious to be around you and receive similar punishments to yours. They kept away. “Elliot!” you whispered to the new girl, who was crying in the dark. You rolled onto your other side in bed to face her and tried to ask her gently, “What’s your name, your first name I mean?” After a few residual sobs, she said softly, “Anna.” “I had a cousin called Anna,” you smiled at her, “Why are you crying? Who do you miss?” “It’s not who I miss, it’s about who doesn’t miss me…” “How do you know…” you started, but you were interrupted. “Don’t talk to her!” another girl called out and Anna turned around to look at her. The girl continued, “Yeah, I’m talking to you. Don’t talk to Y/N. She’ll get you in trouble. Just… stay away from her.” Anna looked at you for a few seconds, eyes filled with fear and then she turned onto her other side. You couldn’t even blame her really. She was new. But slowly, it only got worse. All the girls crossed the halls when you passed and not only did they begin to shun you, but they started taking your things, stealing your food at times and made you an outcast in every sense of the word. And you suddenly understood: if they made you stand out even more, all the attention would be drawn to you. The nuns would leave them alone. You were the easy scapegoat, because you’d been the most likely choice from the start. And as the months wore on, you started to wither away. Jealous or full of hatred, you couldn’t tell, but the other girls tried to hurt you as much as the nuns did. You were cold at night because they’d taken your blankets. You didn’t eat because you were being punished. You didn’t sleep because you were locked up downstairs and the beatings kept you awake. And so you fell ill, heavily. After you recovered, you stopped eating, sleeping, fighting. Not because you no longer could, but because the loneliness had finally caught up with you: you no longer wanted to. *** Tommy watched his aunt as she strode over towards him. He’d known the woman for years and usually he would be annoyed by her interrupting his meeting, but by the way she walked, he knew she wouldn’t wait for anyone right now. “Get out,” she told the man Tommy had been talking too. He left at once. “It’s Y/N,” she said as soon as he’d gone, “We need to get her out.” “She’s at the school, the one you recommended, Pol. You told me she’d get a good education there.” “We were wrong, Thomas, wrong to send her away.” “What’s all this, eh?” he frowned, “We had no choice and she alright where she is. We took care of it.” With a wave of her hand, Polly referred to Finn, “He feels she’s in danger.” And Tommy turned to his youngest brother, raising his eyebrows sarcastically, “Is that right?” “I have a bad feeling, Tom…” Finn said uncertainly. “He’s been dreaming of seagulls,” Polly emphasized, locking eyes with her nephew. “Fucking seagulls…” he rubbed his head, “More gypsy witchcraft?” Swiftly, she slapped Tommy across the face, “You’ve forgotten where you’re from.” Quickly, Tommy’s face went through a range of emotions. First there was anger and the urge to strike back. Then there was the reaction of wanting to hide, like he was being chastised just like when he was little. The hurt over her comment came next, swiftly followed by a sense of shame, because she was right. His face settled on worry over his youngest sister. “What do we do?” “What will happen if we get her back to Small Heath?”

Tommy lit a cigarette and thought out loud, “Connor wants her dead. He has high influence in the police and he’s using her as leverage, after having seen her at the races.” “Y/N didn’t kill that soldier!” Finn called out, full of indignation. “Yes, we know…” Tommy said in a low voice, “But that doesn’t fucking matter because no one’s going to believe our word for it against his.” “Who else knows?” Polly continued. “My guess is no one does yet…” “JOHN!” Polly howled suddenly and for a second Tommy could only blink. Then he continued, “If anyone else knew, we’d heard by now. I’m guessing he intends to save the information for when he can use it.” Aunt Polly bend down and started unlacing one of her boots. That’s when John walked in and he immediately paused when he felt the tension hang in the air. “Take this,” she ordered him and handed him the small revolver that she kept hidden in her boots, “Shoot Connor.” “Fucking what?” he nearly spit out his toothpick. John looked at Tommy for an explanation, but it didn’t come. Instead Tommy asked Polly, “Then what?” “We go to Oxford.” Tommy nodded slowly, “John, go on. Shoot the man. Get Arthur out of bed when you’ve done it.” Shrugging like it was just another small task he had to fulfil without much enthusiasm, John walked off with the gun in hand. But Finn said carefully, “What if I was wrong?” “Have you ever been wrong about your sister?” Aunt Polly asked, “Apart from that time you thought she was in love with that Jewish boy…” “No.” “Trust your gut, Finn,” Tommy confirmed, “Pol’s right.” Aunt Polly smiled at him with an almost motherly warmth, “Let’s bring Y/N home.” *** Eventually you were moved to the hospital wing of the school. The neglect and lack of food had caused your body to shut down and you could no longer force yourself to get up each morning. At first, you were branded lazy and got punished for it. Finally, even the nuns acknowledged this was serious and the last thing they needed was another girl dying at their school. You’d lost all feeling for days, drifting in and out of sleep. One nun took care of you and she was different from the others. During your hazy periods, she tried to persuade you to eat, but with the last strength you did have, you refused. If you were to die, it’d be your own choice. “Y/N…” someone whispered to you gently. You tried to open your eyes, but it felt like lifting bricks with muscles you did not have. “Y/N,” the voice said again, and you realised this wasn’t the nun. Slowly you opened your eyes and saw Anna, sitting by the side of your bed. “What do you want?” you croaked. She looked down and said, “I came to see you.” “Why?” “Because I’ve made a mistake.”

You didn’t care for her feelings. You knew she despised you just like the others did and you didn’t need another girl gloating by your bed. So you decided to just wait and not answer her. “The girls told me you were scum,” she continued, “that you didn’t belong here. They said that’s why you always got into trouble, because you’re just Birmingham working-class trash.” Great, you thought, and how is this supposed to help? “When they told me to not talk to you, I listened. I thought it would help, that I would fit in more and the nuns wouldn’t beat me like I saw them do with others. But I was wrong.” “The nuns don’t need a reason,” you replied before you could stop yourself, “Reasons help, but they will find a way to vent their cruelty, no matter what.” “That night,” Anna said, “you talked to me and asked me who I missed. You were the only one that asked me why I was crying.” “I didn’t want you to feel too alone…” Anna nodded, “I know. That’s why I’m here.” But you didn’t understand, “Why are you here?” “Y/N. You’re not alone. Tell me, who do you miss?” Much to your own annoyance, tears welled up in your eyes. For last couple of months you had tried so hard not to think of Finn, Arthur, John and Ada. And you tried to ban Polly and Tommy especially from your mind, always wondering why they didn’t want you. Your heart can be cruel like that: those who don’t want you, you miss the most. Anna took your hand in hers and for the first time you felt another human being without pain. And so you started telling her of your brothers, of your aunt, of the horses and factories and of the streets of Small Heath. Anna didn’t say a word, but she listened intensely. After you’d cried all your tears and there were no more stories left to tell, all she said was, “Please. Eat.” When she offered you soup, you ate. *** It was a sight to behold: Polly Gray walking through the city of academia with four brothers practically having to run after her to keep up. When she arrived at the front doors of the convent, she didn’t ask to come in, but simply walked on into the halls. “Aunt Pol,” John ventured, “What do we do?”

“Keep up,” she said simply. Arthur looked around nervously. He didn’t like nuns and convents. But Tommy and Finn scanned every room and corner for you. Left and right, girls looked up in surprise as the strange family invaded their home. “Who’s that?” they whispered. But the nuns urged them away and said, “No one. Don’t look at them. They don’t belong here.” Tommy frown deepened as he noticed the faces of the girls. These weren’t what he expected. Of course, he wasn’t familiar with schools like this one, but he knew education played a part. These girls all looked tired, downtrodden and most of them were cleaning or scrubbing the floors. He shared a look with Aunt Polly and she nodded in understanding. “How are we going to find her?” Finn asked. “Oi!” Arthur called out to one of the girls, who jumped up at his voice, “Y/N, you know her?” “No, sir…” she shook. “Listen to my voice,” John added, “What about a girl who sounds like me?” And then one other girl stepped forward and she tilted her chin up high as a sign of arrogance, “She’s not here.” “And whyis she not here?” Polly asked pointedly. The girl got nervous, but tried to keep composure, “Because she’s filth and this is a decent school.” Again, Tommy looked around at the skinny girls, all dressed in the same drab depressing dressed, “Decent, eh?” His low menacing voice knocked all the attitude out of her, so she changed her mind, “She was taken to the hospital ward a few weeks ago.” “Where,” Arthur demanded. “North wing,” she gulped.

Aunt Polly marched through the halls like a woman on a mission. Her face bore a gritty look of determination and none of the bells, smoke and threats of a holy place could make her quiver. In fact, God shook as she walked passed.

Still, one nun tried to stop her, but before she could open her mouth in protest, Aunt Polly had pushed her aside and casually commented, “Better get out of the way, sister, you certainly won’t be the first woman of God I’ve knocked down.” When they entered the hospital wing, they walked into another depressing space filled with beds in lines. Most of them were empty, but one nun stood up and walked over to Polly. Her first instinct was to actually knock down this one, but when she saw her soft face, she paused. “Y/N Shelby,” she demanded, “We’ve come to take her home.”

“You’re her aunt?” the nun asked, “She’s asked for you.” “Is she alright?” Finn stepped forward, “What was wrong with her?” “We thought she might not make it. She stopped eating, you see,” the nun explained. John frowned and protested, “That’s not Y/N. She would never refuse food, unless…” Tommy didn’t need to hear the ‘unless’; worry was already eating him alive inside. So he walked around in search for his sister. He found her in a bed, with another girl sitting next to her. His sister was asleep. “Who are you?” Polly demanded harshly. But the brothers couldn’t speak when they saw their sisters. You were too skinny, eyes sunken deep and bruises were still visible on your face. The long black hair was gone. In many ways, it wasn’t their sister anymore, just a shell. The nun answered when the other girl was too afraid to, “This is Y/N’s friend. She came to visit her every day, even though she wasn’t allowed to.” Polly lifted one eyebrow, “Then why did you allow it?” “Anna got Y/N to eat again. She’s the reason she’s alive.”

Anna. Polly walked over to her and carefully took her hand, “You watched over my niece.” “I didn’t want her to feel alone. She felt abandoned, she said…” Anna said in a soft voice. Polly shook her head in an effort to banish the emotions, “Thank you, Anna. You’re a good friend and a guardian angel.” “What did they do to her?” John asked her through gritted teeth. “She was isolated, singled out for being… different.” Anna explained without meeting their eyes, “She tried to fight them from the start, but never won. She kept trying to run away. They beat her, kept her locked up in the cellar, but when the other girls turned on her and she thought she would never leave this place, she just… gave up.” Slowly, Finn had walked over to the other side of the bed. Clumsy but lovingly, he started stroking the hair out of your face. Seagulls, he thought. “Who’s in charge here?” Tommy suddenly spoke. “The mother superior has an office down the hall,” the nun said, “Anna can take you there.” “No,” Anna gasped, “I can’t…” Fear was written all over her face.

“What’s wrong with the office?” Tommy asked her with unusual kindness. “It’s where she…” And in an instant they all understood. So Tommy demanded, “Tell that woman to come here.” “She won’t like it, sir…” “You fuckingtell her to come here,” Tommy spat filled with venom, “Or I will burn this entire place down to the ground, and don’t think for a second I won’t fucking do it.” So the nun with the gentle face nodded and walked off. Somehow, Tommy’s explosion had triggered some old memories in you. Before you were properly awake, you dreamed of being back in your bed in Small Heath. The smell of the factories penetrated your nose and you could hear your family arguing. But when you opened your eyes, they were actually there. You looked at them one by one and stopped at Finn, “You said you’d explain.” “And I will,” he said, “when we get home.” “Am I allowed to go home?” you questioned in disbelieve. Aunt Polly shook her head, “You should’ve never been anywhere else.” “Can’t protect you if you’re not at home…” Tommy added with a slight hint of guilt in his voice. “It’s safe now,” John said, “I’ve dealt with it.” And just the way he said it made you smile a little. “Arthur, John,” Tommy started ordering them in his usual business-like manner, “Take Y/N out of here.” And Arthur lifted you out of the bed into his arms like it was nothing. “Finn, you go with them. Make sure you get her things.” At that, John pulled a gun and Finn nodded solemnly. “What about Anna?” you asked, looking at your friend, “I won’t leave her here.” “Pol and I are going to have a word with the mother superior,” Tommy stated matter-of-factly. You sighed in relief, but Anna still had a look of confusion on her face, “What will that do? She won’t listen to anyone.” “She’ll listen to us, love,” Polly said to her with a reassuring smile that left very little room for arguments, “We’ll make sure of it.” You smiled at Anna too, “This convent will be closed by tomorrow. Trust me.” “We’ll see you at home, Y/N,” Tommy said, “And then we’ll talk.” Just before Arthur walked out of the door with you in your arms, Aunt Polly ran over to you and pressed a kiss on your forehead, “Safe journey, sweetheart.” Then there was just Tommy and Polly left, clearing their faces of all sentiment and hardening their features. Arms crossed, they waited and knew what had to be done, and nothing would stop them from doing it.

“Mr. Shelby, Mrs. Gray?” the hospital nun had reappeared, “The mother superior will see you now.”

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Hello love 😺 umm can u pls please please write dark!steve x reader, where he bully and verbally harrases the reader but somehow kind of love her but just treat her bad and degrade her but when someone else tryna make her fun of her then he shows who she belongs to kinda stuff (pls if u gonna write pls make it so it so dark🥺🥺)...... Feel free to ignore tho cause i'm sorry this seems so long 😬😬🧡

2/2 Hey it's me again 👋👋😬who just send u a request of a long one shot of dark steve rogers x reader where he bullys her but i just forget to tell u that can u pls make that a Highschool AU pls , i really forget to tell u 😬😬

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steve rogers x reader

summary: Steve bullies you after you rejected him and he soon regrets it.

warnings: dark, non-con, violence, bullying, blood, self hatred, insecurities, psychological trauma, they are of age, please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with any of these. Not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: just wanted to post something so this may or may not suck

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Steve wasn’t always a bully.

It’ll probably be because you hurt his ego.

Maybe he asked you out one time but you were new in school and wary of people so you politely declined his offer.

For Steve, he saw that as you humiliating him in front of the school. The new girl just rejected the Steve Rogers. 

Steve would be like ‘who do you think you are?’ and the cheeky flirty guy he was before becomes someone else.

He started spitting insults here and there, never missing a day to make you feel weird about yourself. 

The soft and beautiful blue eyes from before turned dark and hostile towards you.

Sweet words turned harsh.

Flaws that you didn’t see before started surfacing.

Suddenly your hair is too messy and all over the place. Your skin is too dead and it makes you look creepy. Your eyes are too dull and sad that you don’t seem friendly anymore. Your nose is weird, and so on. The list never ended and you started to change from the person you are before.

Steve made sure to make you feel the way you made him feel.

You suddenly became closed off and did everything to be unnoticed. It’s better to be a nobody than be the center of everyone’s torment.

Steve is a popular guy and it didn’t take long for everyone to follow his lead.

You’re just trying to finish your last year and finally leave the hell you created for yourself but Steve swore to make your life a living hell.

“If it isn’t my favorite dead girl!” Steve’s voice booms through the hallway, the chatters immediately stopped to witness the popular guy, and now, the loser of the whole school interact.

“Got somewhere else to be?” His voice was sweet as well as his eyes but you know, everyone knows that his intentions are far from being sweet.

“What? Your tongue isn’t working anymore? Bet it rot with your dead body and now everything is decaying with you, is that it?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for his friends to back him up which they did. Steve smirked as the hallway started being filled with thunderous laughter and they’re all directed at you.

You did nothing but bite your lip in hopes of stopping yourself from crying in front of everyone. You can’t afford another round of teasing.

You fake a laugh before turning away from him and started heading to your last class.

Steve hated the way your eyes looked at his with nothing but sadness.

Your sadness wasn’t even directed at him but at yourself.

He just wanted to make you feel the way you made him feel so you can understand that the both of you belong to each other.

You’re fucking perfect and Steve is far from that. He might be the most popular guy in school but you were way out of his league so he had to bring you down just a little bit.

But it got out of hand.

He had no idea how to stop what he started but then something happened.

He was just on his way out of detention, the hallways are now empty, everyone has already gone home and Steve was used to that. What he wasn’t used to is the sound of whimpering. More importantly, it’s the sound of you whimpering.

He wasted no time and ran towards the direction of your voice and as he turned the corner, his blood turned red hot in seconds. He’s seeing nothing but red at the sight in front of him.

Mrs. Roberts asked you to come to her office before going home to discuss something and you didn’t know whether to cry because of sadness or cry because someone actually cares for you.

Mrs. Roberts shared her worries with you because your once impressive grades started pummeling down to the point where it can cause problems with your chances of graduating.

Mrs. Roberts gave you special assignments to do so you can pass her subject and you thanked her for that. You even hugged her so tightly and dwelled on the affection for too long which worried her.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” She asked, eyes glossing over yours with worry.

You decided against telling her and just shook your head at her. “Do you think I’m failing my other subjects? What if I don’t graduate in time?”

Mrs. Roberts was quick to calm you down, telling you how the meeting with the teachers went and even joked about you purposely failing only her subject which you laughed at.

You left her office with a smile, chuckling at the memories of her jokes when you suddenly felt an impact on your left side and then your right side when you hit the lockers with a loud bang, making you whimper in pain.

“The fuck are you laughing at, dead girl?” An unfamiliar voice says above you.

You look up to see a boy a year younger than you but before you could reply, his foot started meeting your abdomen, your sides, or whatever part of you that he could kick. At some point, he was able to kick your face which made your ears ring in pain so you decided to shield your head with your arms to block his kicks.

“I don’t know why Steve never did this before but I am doing it for him. He’ll be so proud of me! I can take over his place after he graduates.”

You didn’t even realize that you weren’t receiving his kicks anymore but the sound of kicks can still be heard.

You peak out of your arms to see the young boy’s body across from you on the floor, receiving hits from a large man above him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, punk?!” Steve’s voice growls in anger and you didn’t know if you were thankful that you weren’t on the receiving end of his growl but it still terrified you.

“M-making you proud! I’m doing the thing you can’t seem to do!” The younger boy spits out red liquid before scrambling away after Steve pulls him up by his collar.

“If I fucking see you touch her again, you’ll never be able to see a day again, you understand?” Steve pushes the boy away before looking back at you, all the anger on his face turns into something softer.

He scrambles towards you, kneeling before you and helping you so gently until your leaning on the lockers, heaving at the pain that the boy caused you.

Steve continued to stare at you, eyes observing you before his hands gently prodded your face.

“You’re bleeding…” He murmurs before pulling out a cloth and dabbing it softly on the wound, apologizing when you flinched at his touch which surprised you.

“W-what are you doing?” Your voice trembles and Steve only sighed in response, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Why did you have to reject me?” He asked, carefully putting a band-aid over the scar and kissing it so gently with his pink lips. You stared at him in shock and confusion.

“Wh-What the f-fuck?!” You try to push him off but he only gripped both of your wrists with one hand while the other caress your face.

“We would’ve been so happy together. You would’ve had a great experience but you always manage to put yourself in danger… Why didn’t you just let me in?” The hand on your face goes to the back of your neck and your struggles were no use when he easily pulled you into a kiss, his tongue easily forcing itself into your mouth and coating and mixing your saliva with his.

“I should’ve not given up but you… you hurt me, ya know?” He pulls away before admiring your face.

“I lied though. You’ve always been so beautiful. I just wanted you to give me a chance but then you started avoiding me more.” His jaw clenches before his grip on your wrists tighten.

His other hand goes under your shirt before fondling your breasts through your bra. He leans in towards your neck before sniffing and moaning as he continues to massage your breasts while his hips started to grind against yours in need.

He growls against your neck as his grind started to get violently fast.

“Ahh fuck!” His hips stopped before he’s shaking against your body.

Your eyes widened at him as you looked down at the front of his pants which now had a stain on the crotch area.

“D-did you just—”

“See what you do to me?” He laughs before kissing your lips once more, the hand on your breasts trailing down before he forces it down your pants and under your panties to feel your core with his big hands.

His fingers make a quick swipe up your slit making you shiver at the feeling of him on your sensitive area.

“And I see what I do to you…” He inserts one finger, groaning at the way your walls are tightening around just one finger.

Steve swore he could cum again at the thought of his cock entering your very tight pussy.

“We didn’t start strong but we have all the time in the world now…” He places a kiss wet on your lips, continuing his assault on your core while his thumb finds its way to your clit.

Steve enjoys the way your hips jolted at the feeling and he smiled.

“I will help you graduate with honors and then after that,” he pulls back from the kiss before smiling at you.

“We’ll start over. I’m never leaving you again. I’m never going to give up on you. We’ll finally have what we both deserved.” He feels your walls fluttering around his one finger so he added another, thumb flicking your nub harder, forcing you to release.

“Mmm!” You bit your bottom lip as an orgasm was forced out of you, pleasure showering you as your eyes shut tightly.

“So fucking beautiful…” Steve pulls his hand out of your jeans before quickly placing his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

“So fucking delicious as well.” He helps you up carefully before guiding you out of the school and into his car.

“I’ll drive you to school and from school from now on. There won’t be a time when I’m not watching over you. I’ll protect you from now on. I’m going to right every wrong thing I did to you, baby…” He leans down to kiss your lips then your head before fixing your seatbelt for you and starting the car.

“Everything will be better now.”

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a/n: been trying to write but it’s just not working rn but im trying to come thru hehe

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Hades Playlist - ii.

NOW PLAYING: Vampire [Dominic Fike]

cw; nothing really, very small mentions of manipulation and murder

an: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPLOAD , THINGS GOT BEHIND SCHEDULE :(

“The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious, you might never come home.” – Jennette Winterson

She couldn’t get him off her mind; ever since she met him, all her thoughts have led back to the droopy eyes and the slick back hair that seemed a lot softer than what the gel presented it as. The whole idea of her thoughts tracing back to the eldest of the Haitani’s and her heart beats mimicking each time the octave of his voice dropped with every word he spoke to her, made yn almost forget all the rules her big brother placed when it comes to men.

Why does she yearn to be in the presence of someone who would not hesitate to take her life for a laugh amongst his gang? Why does she want to run into the back allies of each street in hopes of accidentally bumping into him? Why isn’t she able to use common sense and erase the memory of him out of her head? Why does she feel like fate has strung their paths together on purpose? Why – you know what? Maybe she latched onto Ran so fast in hopes of forgetting someone else that continued to plague her mind daily. Maybe she is becoming obsessed with idea of someone not seeing her as a kid. That has to be it, right? Ran, ‘Tani-Senpai,’ shares the same interest and even wants to talk to her later as if they have been old friends. That has to be it —

“Yn!” her brother’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Are you okay, ya idiot?” She took note that everyone at the table was staring at her, waiting for her to answer Draken’s question. “You’ve been spacing out since we got here,” Draken frowned as he plucked a piece of food from her plate, “are you sure that nothing happened on your bike ride to the shop?”

“If you were riding to the shop, I would have gladly picked you up,” Inupi chimed in with a soft smile. “I told you to treat me like I’m another older brother.”

“Hm,” yn hummed while avoiding eye contact with the blonde man, “wanted to surprise my troll of a brother and I figured you were off because its Tuesday.”

“Ah,” Inupi gently laughed as he watched her play with her food, “you remembered my schedule?”

Of course, she remembered his schedule. Yn knew almost everything about him; from the origins of his beautiful burn mark to his favorite snack in the vending machine back at the shop, yn knew and fell in love with it all. Draken always teased her about being in love with Mikey or Hakkai since she always seemed relaxed around them, but little did he know that his little sister was in love with his best friend and business partner.

“I’m honestly shocked that you kept it the way you did,” yn side-eyed him as she raised the other hand to pick at the bandages that wrapped along the underside of her jaw, “but at the same time, I’m not that shocked considering old people love to stick to their schedules. Wouldn’t want you straining your back, Oji-chan.”

Inupi laughed – God, she loved that laugh - whole heartedly to the point he began choking on his food. Of course, sitting with their friends and family, Inupi’s contagious laugh spread amongst the others and the people around them either ignored it very well or gave them silent glares in hopes they would stop; surprise, they did not. Hell, if anything, it got worse – so much worse – to the point that Mikey, Takemichi, and Chifuyu all fell out of their chairs.

“I – what did I say that was so funny?” yn pouted as she fished her phone out of her pocket, “I just called him the old man he was.”

“That’s why, brat,” draken flicked her forehead and chuckled, “we had made a few bets on what you would say when Inupi had talked to you. Surprisingly, Mitsuya guessed you would have called him a grandpa.” Draken and the others proceeded to give Mana’s big brother 200 yen as they got up off the floor and calmed down.

“So, Yn,” Takemichi looked her in the eyes with a dopey flushed face.

“Watch it ‘ Mitchy,” Kazutora playfully warned, “don’t wanna embarrass the poor girl since she just got back.”

“What is it, crybaby,” she asked hesitantly as she scanned over his face, noting signs of mischief lurking in the corners of his smile. “It better not be something stupid, or else I’m telling Hina-san about what you did last time you came over to the shop.”

“Oi, you’re so mean – just like your brother,” Takemichi pouts and fans his hands towards you, “but it’s just a simple question, neh.”

Yn enjoyed Takemichi’s presence more than someone from an outside point of view would have thought. He always served as a hero in her eyes as he saved Mikey from the dark path he began to walk and how he constantly reminded her brother on how much his deceased lover, Sano Emma, watches over him and guides him to all the good things that happens in his life. He was an amazing guy and one that she wished had set her expectations for her taste in men, but her heart yearns for those who are completely out of her grasp.

“Just ask or else I’m calling Hina-san,” yn smirked as she brought her phone screen into view for Takemichi to see that “Hina-san <3” contact was pulled up and only one press away from being dialed.

“Oh, you bully!” Takemichi sighed dramatically, “I was just going to ask how long you have been into gilfs?” Draken choked on his drink and Pah-chin was patting his back in hopes of easing the rough coughs. Everyone at the table began to cause even more ruckus with tears of laughter as yn sat there dumbfounded.

“w-what,” she scratched her head and looked around the table in hopes of someone taking note of her clear ignorance at the word that Takemichi had claimed her to be attracted to. Since no one answered, she decided to speak on her own, “what the hell is a gilf?” Much to yn’s dismay, the table went silent for a brief second before bursting out into an even louder fit of laughter. “Well?! What the hell is it?”

“Yn, love,” Smiley spoke between hiccups and giggles, “it’s the same thing as a Dilf or Milf, but for old people.” After he finally finished his sentence, he leaned against his twin and laughed even harder.

“I-,” yn stood up and threw her dirtied napkin and spoon at the man who made the joke, “I’m not attracted to gilfs you fuckin idiot.” Yn moved behind Takemichi and put him in a headlock, “what made you even think to say that ya CD sellin’ pervert.”

“Oi,” Draken said from above her, “let ‘Mitchy go or else I’m taking you back all the way to Fukurodani and asking them to volunteer you for the summer school tutoring.” Yn dropped her arms in defeat and made her way back to her seat. “And you,” Takemichi looked up at her brother with a teary-eyed smile, “go clean your hair up before your wedding. It’s in three days and anyone can tell you pick at your split ends during your down time at work.” Draken laughed as Takemichi’s expression turned into a pout and he began punching Draken’s solid abdomen.

“Oh,” Angry stood up abruptly, “yn, could I see ya outside really quick?” Despite his rough tone, everyone knew he was asking in the kindest way possible.

“Yeah, sure,” yn got up with a pout and made her way to the exit with Angry trailing her with a hand on her mid-back. She was confused as to why they went outside at such a fast pace, but she just assumed that Angry wanted peace and quiet away from the others. “So,” yn smiled at the younger twin, “what did you – why is your face angrier than usual?” She titled her head at the man but he was quick to grab her hand and guide her towards his bike.

“Hop on,” he straddled the seat and waited for her to do the same, “don’t worry, Draken texted me to take you back to me and Nahoya-nii’s shop. So… hurry up, please.” Souta stopped her right before she got on and placed a helmet on her head, “safety first because I’ll hurt you if you get hurt,” he said as he proceeded to adjust the straps enough to keep her safe and comfortable. “Get on, Princess,” he kicked up the kick stand and took off fast out the parking spot.

“So – uh,” yn spoke aloud as they arrived at a stop light, “why did nii-chan tell ya to take me to the shop… I wasn’t done eating.” She felt her stomach rumble and she pressed her cheek to Angry’s leather cladded shoulder blade and readjusted her grip on his waist as they began moving towards the backroads to get to the Kawata’s Ramen shop.

“I’ll make you a bowl when we get there,” he relaxed his upper body so yn wasn’t laying against hard muscles, “and we left because everyone kept staring at you.”

“Psh,” yn rolled her eyes, “they were staring because I am a strong, independent woman who managed to put a MAN in a headlock like a bad bi-.”

“Enough of your ‘bad bitch’ talk, I believe you, but I promise you that was not the reason.” Angry spoke through a breathy laugh, “the cook and the table in the corner was kept looking over you. Don’t you think it was weird how when they brought our orders out and Draken said your rice was missing an egg and the cook came out and apologized himself?”

Yn pondered on the question for a bit but then shook her head gently and nuzzled inbetween the center of Angrys’s back, “no, to be honest, I thought that the cook just hates when he messes up. It can’t be that deep, yanno? Oh! Maybe they mistook me as an idol?” She felts Angry’s laugh bubble from his chest to his shoulder blades; Souta’s laugh honestly made her feel like her jokes were genuinely funny to listen to.

“Hate to break it to you,” Angry brought the bike to a gentle stop as the arrived towards the ramen shop, “but you don’t present yourself as the ideal image of the idol you probably think you are.” Yn joined Souta in the small fits of laughter as she gently punched him in his side.

“Oh, shut up,” she let out a soft breath as she hopped off and carried the helmet with her as she made her way to the employee back door. “Open up, yeah? ‘M reeeeeally hungry.”

“Already ahead of you, ya dumb brat,” Angry bumped his hip gently against yn’s and unlocked the door and pushed her inside. They placed their helmets and jackets off in the staff room and made their way towards the kitchen where she sat at bar stools and Angry started up the stove to boil a few eggs and moved to chop up some green onions. “You want beef or chicken, idiot?”

“Sheesh, souta-kun, if ya wanted to marry me – just say that,” Yn teased as she propped her head onto her two hands, “your terms of endearment have been getting sweeter and sweeter by the minute~ but! I do want chicken please, been not feelin like eating cow and pigs lately.”

“Yer annoying,” angry threw a small, chopped onion at her, “in your dreams I’d marry you. Plus, I KNOW I’m not your type. You go for mechanics with burn marked boys that work with your brother -,”

“OKAY, NOT NEEDED,” Yn pressed her face to the counter, “asshole… He’s my type, but I’m not his. He’s like, Makima and I’m Denji… please tell me you understand that because it’s the best I got.”

“I understand it, and I just want to say that that is the most tragic thing I have heard from you in a while – oh, but back to the restaurant,” Angry said as he slid a small chocolate mochi from out the freezer and towards yn on a cute, small plate, “there was a customer who went into the back the second he heard that your order was wrong. I thought it was weird because what cook comes out that frightened when they get someone’s order wrong, but then your brother texted me saying that every man there had their eyes on you as if they were in charge of watching your every move. At first, Hakkai noticed some of the men sporting a ‘Bonten’ tattoo on their wrist, so we thought maybe they were after Mikey, but then Mitsuya texted us when he went to the bathroom that he heard some of the guys saying your name. Once that was said, Draken immediately told me to take you away from there… I do have a question for you though.” Angry began whipping up the ramen in the most tasteful way and side-eyeing the young ryuguji, “did you by chance get into it with a few Bonten member’s when you first got here? Is that why you’re all bandaged up?”

“Souta,” yn felt her heartbeat pick up but remained composed, “nothing happened with what ever ‘Bonten’ members… you know how weird some gangs are…”

“I trust you, brat,” Angry’s frown deepened once he noticed that the eggs were ready to be cut and the chicken was ready to be fried, “I just don’t want to lose another family member, okay? We babies have to stick together.” With that, he paid no mind to the situation, making a small mental note to tell Draken that one of the members there probably just thought yn was pretty. “Oh,” Souta looked back at yn, “one more thing.”

“Y-yeah, of course,” yn snapped her eyes to meet his gaze, nervous that he might have picked up on the fact that she lied about not coming into contact with any members when she first arrived, “what’s up stinky?”

“Just be careful,” Angry passed her a water bottle, “don’t trust anyone who isn’t in our toman family; especially not a Bonten member. He’ll take you in, manipulate you into believing you can’t live without him, and sell you off with no cares in the world. That is, if you’re lucky enough not to be killed in the middle of the street for entertainment.” Souta turned back around to finish up the ramen.

“Yeah,” yn felt a chill go down her back, “I’ll be careful… I promise.” She honestly didn’t know how to feel, after all, she just met with the man who presented her with an unrequited love, another man who made her heart yearn to lurk into the depths of the shadows, and someone whom she considered family just told her that one of those men would lead her onto a road of misfortune. Lost in her thoughts, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She pulled on it and felt her stomach drop as she was greeted with two notifications.

Draken bacon >:D : You okay kid? We’re heading to the restaurant right now, ‘m sure nothing was wrong – just wanted ya to be safe. me and inupi there in a bit, the other boys are getting stuff together for our dinner tonight. don’t annoy angry too much <3

Tani-senpai <3: why did you leave so soon pretty girl? Didn’t mean to alarm you, but I sent your picture to quite a few of my juniors and underlings, delinquents if you will – just wanted them to know not to touch what isn’t theirs. N e Wayz, I have time now, do you want to call now?

Were the gods telling her to remember her caring brother’s rules on men or to listen to faint voice of curiosity that lingered in her young and ignorant mind?

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