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echobx · 4 months ago

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Twin Flame 4 - pervy!bsf!JJ Maybank × pervy!bsf!fem!reader

summary: y/n and JJ nearly get found out, and they are both separately figuring out what they feel for each other

word count: 3.3k

warnings: oral (male receiving), ball play, fingering, emotional conflicts (?), y/n battling jealousy

author's note: I accidentally wrote reader to be a microlabel of aromaticism. It was not my intial intention but now I'm embracing it. the romantic attraction is called quoiromantic and it's described as not being able to differentiate between romantic and platonic love and therefore being unsure if one ever has experienced romantic attraction at all. This will still end in a way that we'll all be happy, so don't be scared. And also, I think we should all embrace to be a little more inclusive, even if it starts with an accident.

series masterlist ♡ part 1 ♡ part 2 ♡ part 3

You had talked to Sarah, in secret, knowing she wouldn't tell anyone, but you still hadn't mentioned JJ in it all. She explained the feelings part to you, the dizziness, the warmth, the increased loneliness when John B wasn't with her, the way her heart skipped when he smiled at her, how waking up next to him made every day seem a little brighter.

It gave you not much more clarity, though. You had always felt similarly towards JJ, he was your best friend after all. The uncertainty towards the whole thing made you not want to think or talk about it ever again.

Especially not when all you wanted to do was wake JJ by sucking him off. It wasn't uncommon for him to wake up with a boner anyway, especially not when you spent the night over. And maybe the fact that no one knew about your situation made it even better, because if they did, they would want you to act couple-y, and you were against that entirely. You weren't made to hold hands while walking through a park or over the beach. You weren't made to look at each other with love sick eyes and constant smiles plastered over your face.

No, you were made to give your best friend the head of his life as he slowly gained consciousness. Bopping your head and swirling your tongue, while your hand stroked the rest of his length, not being able to fit all of him unless you forced yourself to. Sometimes, when he got really whiny, without waking up still, you kissed and licked his balls while your hand took care of his cock.

The first time you had done it, he had woken up almost instantly, but now, he was better at keeping himself half asleep until he nutted. It wasn't like he missed much by not watching you, after all, you basically blew him just as much as he ate you out.

Sex was the only thing the two of you were good at together, and the friends part, but mainly sex. The shift from friends who fuck to fuck buddies that are also friends happened pretty drastically after that day at the lagoon. Neither of you complained, as your sex drives were at similar high levels.

“Shit, right there, baby,” JJ moaned, his morning voice was raspy, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“JJ! Get up! We said we'd go fishing!” John B pounded against the door, and you looked up at JJ with furrowed brows, yet you continued to torture him with your perfect lips and throat.

“Fuck!” he hissed and leaned up, putting his weight on his elbows. “Gimme ten, I'll meet you outside.”

“Fine, but be quick about it. We still gotta go and pick y/n up,” JB yelled through the door, and you paused your actions. How could you forget about that? And how would you be able to make it home in time and still have time left to shower and change so you wouldn't smell like sex all day long.

“You wanna keep going?” JJ quirked his brow, and you sucked him off harsher, fastening your pace and hollowing your cheeks until he cursed. His legs started to tremble, and he shot his salty cum down your throat.

“Gonna repay you later,” he panted, lying back while you grabbed the water bottle next to his bed and washed down the rest of him inside your mouth.

“I have to go.�� Hastily you put your clothes back on, unable to find your second sock and your bra, but that didn't matter anyway, you could pick them up next time.

“We could just let him know,” JJ sighed, still fighting to come down from his high.

“No. They'll ask why we aren't together, and I don't want to explain to them that it's not like that. They wouldn't get it,” you argued while tying your shoes.

“Forgot about that,” JJ murmured, as if he suddenly had a different opinion on it than you.

“Where did he park?” you asked and JJ got up to check the windows, first in his own room, then the bathroom and lastly the living room before walking back to you.

“Take the bathroom. I'll stall him some more,” JJ sighed, and you nodded, but before you could steal yourself away he pulled you into him, kissing you deeply and making your head spin. “Be safe, all right.”

“See you in twenty,” you nodded and went to climb out of the bathroom window.

JJ wasn't a fan of you rather running away from him than facing the truth, but he couldn't blame you either. If it had been anyone but you, he would've run too. But it wasn't, and he was sure that it could work. He knew he could actually fall for you, more than just the crush he had started to develop. He knew he could be everything you wanted and needed.

He wished to just be honest with his friends, even if they wouldn't get it, because not being able to touch you all day long was taking a toll on him. Simply placing his arm over your shoulders wasn't enough. He wanted you in his lap while sharing a blunt, being allowed to play with the strings of your swimsuit, kissing your neck and lips and most of all admiring your body without anyone giving him a side eye for it.

When he walked out of his house to meet John B, his best friend groaned.

“That was twenty. You know, you don't gotta jerk off every fucking morning, right?”

“Fuck off,” JJ grumbled and got into the bus. The heavy weed smell of the bus was drowning out the last bit of your scent that he still had in his nose, and it annoyed him. He wanted you to be his, visible to everyone, and not just in private.

“Who crumbled your cookies?” John B huffed while starting the engine.

“Just not in the mood today. Let's just go,” JJ said while turning to look out the window. He couldn't really find anything truly enjoyable anymore unless you were with him. You were like a sickness to his brain and heart, one he truly couldn't shake even if he tried to.

Your house appeared in front of him, and a smile tugged at his lips. “Maybe this was how soldiers felt when they came back from war and saw their loved ones for the first time in years,” he thought to himself, while John B parked.

“I'm gonna go get her,” JJ jumped out of the bus before John B could argue with him over it. He strolled over to your bedroom window, pulling it open and climbing inside without waiting for you to allow him too. He could hear the water running in the shower and made his way to the bathroom.

Leaning against the door frame, he watched you, the clear glass door leaving little to the imagination as you fingered yourself under the stream of hot water. He was enthralled by you, how your head fell back as you came, moaning his name, always his.

You jumped when you opened the shower door to see him standing there. “Jesus fucking Christ, JJ!”

“Do your fingers even reach that high?” he smirked.

“High enough,” you stuck out your tongue, and he pulled you closer, grasping your chin and tilting your head back to kiss you.

“Got me all fucked up over here. Might need to use those pretty lips again,” JJ whispered against your lips before letting go of you.

“Is he waiting outside?” you asked, finally taking a towel and wrapping yourself up to dry.

“Yeah, I should go back out asap so he doesn't try to come in here too,” he mumbled.

“I need at least five more minutes,” you told him while roughly drying off your hair with an old shirt.

“I can fuck you in two,” JJ rasped into your ear, pulling your back flush against his chest, his hands firm on your hips.

“That would render my shower useless,” you sighed.

“How so?”

“I don't want to smell like sex all day long,” you complained softly.

“I love when you smell like sex. Literally the best smell in the world. They should make it into perfume,” JJ chuckled and kissed your cheek before stepping away and walking back towards the window. “Five minutes, princess.”

The day went smoothly, JJ managed to stay far enough away from you so it wouldn't be questionable, but also not too far, to not raise suspicion that you were fighting again. Both sides of the spectrum weren't to his or your favor.

The tricky part came later that night, when Kiara drunkenly proposed a game of Truth or Dare.

“Pleaseeeee,” she cried out and put her best puppy face on to convince you to play, but you couldn't resist her, just as much as the rest of your friends could.

“Fine. Truth,” you agreed, and she giggled.

“Last time you masturbated,” Kie hiccuped.

“This morning, in the shower,” you admitted freely. There wasn't much you were embarrassed about, and as long as the questions didn't get too specific, you could even talk about JJ without anyone noticing.

“Truth or Dare, Pope,” you asked and when he chose dare, you made him shotgun a beer.

The game went on for a while. JJ had to talk about his favorite blowjob, and he happily shared the time you sucked him off while he was playing some type of video game while Pope and John B had been oblivious on the other sides of their screens. Maybe you shouldn't have grinned as much over it, after all he had done his best to divert their questions over the girl who'd done it, and you shouldn't ruin it for the both of you.

But the lightness was shifting as soon as Kie dared you to kiss JJ. You wanted to opt for a quick peck, nothing to draw any attention, but JJ was JJ. His tongue was chasing your own before you could remember why you really shouldn't be doing this while your friends were watching.

“Wow, okay. Maybe next time take it a bit slower, J,” Sarah laughed.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, sitting back down and trying to sort your head out.

“Who's next?” JJ asked, a proud grin on his face.

“Truth or Dare, J,” John B smirked devilishly.

“Truth,” JJ nodded.

“Who was with you this morning?”

“No one,” JJ shrugged, and it was almost believable.

“You had a bra lying in your hallway,” John B snorted a laugh.

“I haven't cleaned up in a while. Must belong to one of those tinder dates,” JJ shrugged.

“That makes no sense. Do you know how expensive bras are?” Kiara spoke up, pulling you into her side. “Tell’m how fucking expensive that shit is, y/n.”

“Very expensive,” you nodded, avoiding his eyes, in fear anyone of them would draw a connection that you rather kept hidden.

“I'm telling you, I was alone. And if she doesn't want her bra back, that's not my fault,” JJ shrugged and kept on with the game, even though the rest of your friends truly weren't convinced.

“Do you have any cool scars?” Cleo asked you because you had yet again chosen Truth. After having to kiss JJ, you really didn't want to risk another dare.

“No, not really,” you shook your head, but before you could move on JJ spoke up.

“Don't you have that one that looks like half a heart, right next to your left tit?”

“And how would you know that?” John B raised both eyebrows and JJ knew he fucked up.

“Uh… we grew up together. She's had that for ages. Right?” JJ looked at you, pleading for you to say anything, but you just stared at him. “You know what, I'm completely shit-faced, I'm prolly confusing that with, uhm… what's her name,” he snapped his fingers four times, “Polly, from drama club.”

“You hooked up with Drama Polly?” Pope snorted.

“Yeah,” JJ shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure that he had in the past, but Polly really wasn't ugly or mean, so he probably had at some point. His standards weren't too high when it came to it.

You didn't like to think about JJ having sex with other people, you'd never been particularly fond of it, but now it was even worse. When you thought about it, you felt like someone was pulling on every one of your limbs, stretching you to the limit of your capacity. It wasn't even something you thought you could enjoy watching. Maybe if you could be sure that he was still all yours, and didn't actually desire the other person, but you couldn't be sure of it and talking to him would make him think that you were in love with him. Something you didn't want him to think because you didn't know if it was true.

“Earth to y/n?” Cleo waved her hand in front of your face, and you snapped out of your thoughts. Clearing your throat and smiling at your friends as if nothing had happened. Just JJ looked at you for a moment longer than needed, concerned where your mind had taken you.

“Is it my turn?” you asked sweetly, and they laughed.

“You gotta pick someone?” Cleo raised her brow at you and you nodded.

“Yes, right, my bad,” you muttered and moved on, leaving the daunting thoughts at the back of your mind to haunt you later.

“I dare you to show me the last picture in your camera roll,” Kiara hollered, and JJ shook his head.

“Not happening.”

“Now we just wanna see it even more,” Sarah pouted, but you didn't pay much mind to it. You knew it was probably the latest dick pic he had intended to send you but chosen not to.

“It's nothing I should show anybody. Not my place to,” JJ shrugged and picked up his can, taking a big gulp of beer.

“Why?” she leaned forward, and John B had to hold her back so she wouldn't tumble over and land face first in the dirt.

“Because it's not appropriate, or of me,” JJ hissed back at her, and you furrowed your brows. You couldn't remember having sent him anything recently. Was he seeing other people? Was that why he was so scared to show them? To show you?

“You know we can keep a secret,” you tilted your head to the side, jealousy was getting the better of you even though you truly didn't understand why.

“I don't think you would want to see it, or want me to show it to anyone,” JJ stared at you, piercing your soul in an unwavering glare. But you were too consumed by the thought that he could have slept, or even just thought about sleeping with, someone who wasn't you.

“I think we can take it,” Kie giggled.

“Don't say I didn't warn you,” JJ looked at you, almost apologetic, while taking out his phone and handing it over to you. His passcode was still the same as ever, your birthday. Your fingers swiped over the screen and when you saw the picture he had taken, you wanted to throw his phone into the ocean, never to be found again.

You felt yourself go crimson at it. The visual of you kissing his balls while your hand was wrapped around his cock. Maybe the only condolences you got was when Kie ripped the phone from your hands and asked who it was. Perhaps, with the slightest chance in the world, they wouldn't be able to tell. Your face was mainly hidden, the only thing that could give you away was the color of your finger nails. A bright neon green.

“Seriously, dude? That's from this morning!” John B exclaimed. “You fuckin’ liar. I knew there was someone in there!” You balled your hands, hiding your nails on the inside of your palms, digging crescent shapes into the soft flesh.

“Distasteful,” Pope shook his head and handed the phone back to JJ.

“How'd you smuggle her out? Through a window? Or did you tell her to wait until we were gone?” John B bludgeoned, and you felt like you wanted to go up in flames. Only Cleo kept her focus on you, and you really didn't like it at all.

“Is anyone cold? I feel cold,” you mumbled before getting up and walking inside, not waiting for a reply.

“Is it you?” Cleo whispered as soon as she stepped into the bedroom where you had sat down, JJ’s long sleeve shirt pulled over your body in the hopes to find some warmth and tranquility.

“Why would it be me?” you smiled at her, but you knew it wasn't convincing.

“Your hands, and you've been acting weird all day,” she shrugged, sitting down by your side.

“I don't know what you mean.” Lying was easy, but not convincing. Not this time.

“I’m not gonna tell them. But maybe you should start being more honest, not just with all of us,” she sighed, putting her arm over your shoulders. “There's nothing unusual about falling in love with your best friend.”

“I'm not in love,” you shook your head.

“That's okay too.”

“How do you know you love Pope?” you broke out and she smiled.

“He’s smart and funny and kind,” Cleo went on and on about all of Pope's incredible qualities and how she really didn't mean to fall in love with anyone, and yet she hadn't been able to deny it when it did happen.

“I'm not sure how you can say that this, all of it, describes your love for him when I've always felt like that towards my friends. Maybe not as strong, but it's the same concept,” you explained.

“Have you talked to him about that?”

“Not really. We don't talk much about feelings. I don't want to. Why would I destroy perfectly good sex and an amazing friendship with the idea that maybe I could love him more than I already do. I grew up with him, I know every little detail about him. How can I not love him like I love John B or you or Kie or any of them. You're all my friends,” you explained quietly.

“Yeah, but you can't picture yourself making out with Pope or John B, right?” she smiled.

“That's different, they are both in relationships and not my type,” you argued.

“And if JJ was in a relationship?”

“I'd miss the sex, but he's still my best friend,” you shrugged.

“What if his new partner was against you being his best friend? Not everyone likes the idea of someone so close to their partner that they pose a threat.”

“Then I'd tell him to find someone else. Friends are for life. Love rarely lasts,” you were sure of it. Your life had never proposed anything less than it as the truth. First, JJ’s mom ran off, then John B’s; your dad had an affair when you were seven, your mom when you were ten, since then they had stayed together, without any side quests for all you knew, but they were still not happy.

“And what if you get both? A best friend who loves you?” Cleo squeezed you a bit before letting loose again.

“That seems rare. And what if one falls out of love with the other? Then you lose your friend and your partner,” you explained, and she chuckled.

“You should really have a talk with him about this. I'll keep your secret.” Then she got up and left you alone, sitting by yourself and wondering what could be if the world was built with unicorns and rainbows in mind, instead of reality.

read part 5 here

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kawaii-leilei54 · 3 months ago

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EP.2: Who are you again?

Genre: strangers to potential lovers?, crack, slight pining, tsudere Yoongi, drinking

You didn't want to go.

You really didn't

But it was either go or hear your friend complain about how you never go anywhere and it's the reason you'll never get any.

And you were gonna hear the end of it either.

"Come on." She whines as she drags you to walk to the bar.

"Soo, what the hell is this?" You ask as you glare at your friend, just wanting to go home and crochet in peace.

"Tada!" She exclaimes as she puts her arms out, showing off the bar.

"My boyfriend works here so he was able to get us in for free." She says as she wiggles her eyebrows.

You sigh.

You loved Soo. You really did.

And so you follow her inside, the loud whiff of alcohol and regret hitting your nose.

Your face scrunches and you instantly look around for the bar, already needing a shot.

She walks up to the lit up bar, sitting at the counter.

You follow, sitting down, though the material of the chair was irritating your thighs.

"Hey Soo, what can I get you?" The man says, a towel over his arm and a warm dimples smile on his lips.

You blushed slightly.

Why he kinda..

"Let me get two shots and a strawberry margarita." Soo says with no hesitation.

"Have you been here before?" You say, slightly shocked.

"Of course I have, I'm kinda well known if you ask" she says as she winks at you.

You laugh and roll your eyes.

"Can I get a shot and I'll have a mango margarita please." You say shyly as you look back at the bartender.

He nods and gets to work instantly.

You look around the bar and notice the stage, you see the drum set and the microphone in front with speakers on both sides.

"Is someone performing?" You ask curiously.

"Oh!" Soo says as she swirls in the chair to face the stage.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you, my boyfriend is in the band that's performing tonight." She brags with a hair flip.

"Hm.." you say as you continue looking at the stage before shrugging.

"Here are your drinks ladies." The bartender says as he puts our shots and steps down our drinks.

"Thanks!" Soo says and downs her shot quickly.

Your eyes go wide and you follow, downing your shot. The liquor burning your stomach.

Yeah, it's gonna be a long night.

You start to hear cheers and claps from everyone in the lounge area and you get alarmed.

The lights dim and the stage lights up.

"It's starting!" Soo says and swirls around in her chair again, facing the stage with her drink in hand.

You turn in your chair too, taking your drink with you.

Wait..

Your kidding.

Is that..

The band comes on stage and other music starts, a familiar cat necklace catching your attention.

He grips the mic as the song starts.

"Are you ready!?" He shouts.

Everyone cheers.

Your jaw drops.

There's no way.

"Orange!???"

You practically choke on your drink, your eyes watering as you cough.

Soo looks over at you and pats your back.

"Oh my gosh!" "Are you okay!?" She yells and pats your back aggressively.

You regain composure and look at the stage again, you wanted to make sure you weren't dreaming.

You see him out his hands through his hair as he sings, the band giving their all and the performance goes on.

The lights flash and the crowd gets rowdy.

You wince at all the noise but couldn't keep your eyes off him.

What was he doing here?

Does he work here?

"Y/n?" Soo calls with concern.

You keep your eyes on him, the way he was rapping and singing, the band making music.

The lyrics..

"Y/n." Soo calls again, her hands on your shoulders.

What made you so drawn him? His music or his hair? Or maybe his sarcastic comments-

"Y/n!" Soo says as she pats your face.

"Huh?" You say as you look at her.

"Are you okay?" She says with a concerned look on her face.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." You mumble, you shake off your thoughts and continue watching the performance.

Keeping your eyes on him the whole time.

"Thank you for all coming!" He says.

He notices you and pauses as they finish up the set.

He stares at you for a moment before smirking.

You look away and turn back around in your chair.

"Let me get another shot." You say quickly to the bartender.

He nods and pours you another one.

You down it quickly.

"Soo, which one is your boyfriend?" You ask with hesitation.

"You see him in the back on the electric guitar?"

You nod.

"That's him."

You look and see a guy tuning his guitar, tattoos down his arm and eyebrow piercing.

"Woah." You chuckle.

"I know right." Soo says as she smirks.

"He asked me out after I came here the first time and we've been together since, and plus he has a motorcycle." She says as she nudges you playfully.

"Woah~" you say.

Soo laughs and flips her hair sassily.

You laugh and shake your head.

"I'm gonna go and talk to him, I'll be back!"

"Babbyyyy." She squeals as she runs to him.

"This girl.." you mumble and chuckle to yourself.

"Hey babe, you from around here?" You hear a smooth and familiar voice from behind you.

You pause, you heart racing.

Play it cool.

"Sorry, who are you?" You say as you turn in your chair, your eyebrow raised as you sip on your margarita, which was now ice.

"Playing dumb, vanilla?" He says and tilts his head.

He smirks, his hair slicked back and rings in his fingers, he seemed taller than you last saw him and his demeanor was different too.

Almost..calming?

"Me?" You say as you set your drink down.

"Come on, you didn't forget me that fast did you?"

"Possibly." You shrug.

"Care to introduce yourself?" You sass.

He rolls his eyes and puts his hand out.

"I'm Yoongi." He says with a slight grin.

"Y/n." You say as you shake his hand.

You stare at each other, taking in each other features.

He stares into your eyes before studying the rest of you, looking you up and down.

You blush and clear your throat as you pull your hand away.

"I'm going out for a smoke."

"I'll join you." He says as he shrugs.

You nod and look away and you start making your way towards the exit.

You get outside to fresh air, away from the loud music and smells.

You didn't like being around a bunch of people.

Yoongi puts his hands in his pockets as he watches you light a cigarette, exhaling away from him as you look around the area.

"So.. you work here?" You ask hesitantly.

"Well.. technically no.. my band just performs here." He states, looking a bit more shy.

"Every night?"

"Nah, just the weekends." He says as put his hands through his hair.

"So, what did you think?"

"About what?"

"The performance?"

"It was..."

Amazing

The lyrics...

The story..

Him.

"It was cool." You nod as you take another drag and exhale.

He scoffs and shakes his head.

"That's all?" "Just cool?"

"I worked hard on that song you know."

"What's the name of it?" You asked- hesitantly.

"Polar night." He says as he gets a tangerine from his pocket and starts to peel it.

You scoff. "What?" He says, glaring at you.

"Nothing." You mumble

"By the way, why are you here?" "No offense, but you don't seem like the type to be at these types of places." He says as he peels and eats some.

"Correct." You say as you take the last drag before putting you cigarette out.

"My friend dragged me here, her boyfriend is in your band." You explain.

"Ah, you mean Soo?"

"You know her?"

"Duh, she's here like almost every weekend." He scoffs.

You chuckle dryly.

"Well, I gotta go get ready for my next set." He sighs and finishes his tangerine slice.

"You coming?" " He says as he looks at you.

You think for a moment. You really wanted to see him perform again, but you also didn't want to deal with the loudness of the crowd either.

"Yeah." you say as you follow him back inside.

"See you after the show?"

You nod softly.

🫧🌟

The performance continued and the night was only getting better.

Which you were surprised with.

You watched as Soo went to give her boyfriend praises again, leaving you alone awkwardly.

You look around for yoongi, watching as he was talking to his band mates and packing everything up.

People were leaving and the bar was closing for the night, giving you some type of relief since it wasn't as crowded as before.

"Vanilla!" You hear him call out.

"It's y/n." You sighs.

"Sorry, force of habit." He says sarcastically.

You roll your eyes.

"Did you have fun?"

"Maybe." You shrug.

"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckles.

"It looks like your friend has left you again." He sighs.

"Let's go outside." He says as faces your shoulders toward the exit, though you don't complain.

"So.. are you gonna come back?"

"Maybe.."

"Oh cut the crap." He says.

"I'll think about it."

"Yeah well think hard." He retorts.

"And think about this while you're at it: Let me take you on a date."

"Fine." You say before even thinking twice.

"Wait-"

A/n : Hello! I just wanted to say that I was surprised that midnight fiction was requested highly lol thank you guys so much! and also the playlist is out!

"Cool. See you at 7 next Saturday." He says before walking off, not letting you say anything else.

You sigh and look round before walking home.

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isa-ghost · 8 months ago

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*grabby hands desire more qphilza headcanons*

WEHEHEHE

qPhil headcanons masterlist

He hates it bc he hates the quiet and feeling vulnerable n bored but sometimes this idiot really needs alone time. Whether it's to think or to do something Just for him or to self-care or something else, he needs some Him Time. And between being a dad of two, several people's confidant, a Horrors(tm) magnet, and just generally a self-negligent dumbass, he rarely gets any.

Another hypocritical thing he does: Complains he needs xyz (a break, rest, some kinda need met, etc) but whenever someone else tells him he needs xyz he's like What No I Don't I'm Fine And Functional Wdym. It's like the second someone is caring for him rather than him finally caring for himself, he's suddenly allergic to care at all

"Thanks I hate it" <- loves it very much or thinks it's hilarious unless it's a legitimately bad thing. Says this to Fit A Lot

He's the epitome of "Fine I'll do it. But I'm gonna complain the whole time." And depending on what it is, he ends up genuinely enjoying himself

Boating unironically de-stresses him. Though nowadays he can't help but think back to the Purgatory insanity he heard while at sea Day 1. 50/50 if he laughs about it or gets a pit in his stomach thinking about the trauma

From all his sleeping in that stupid fucking chair in the bunker, motherfucker's back sounds like bubblewrap sometimes

He has to sleep on his stomach bc sleeping on his wings BIG OUCH uncomfortable. At best, they just fall asleep. At worst they're in unbearable pain.

He's extremely paranoid after Chayanne's 3 day fight with EK that EK will possess Chayanne next or go after him first whenever he returns

At this point he barely thinks Cucurucho is a threat. More so a semi-annoying pathetic little weirdo with an obscene amount of power

He misses the old spawn bakery. The new one's kinda whatever. Too boujee. The old spawn one was not only a short walk from home, but also cozy and had character. Also he misses being able to prank it.

He also has beef with the use of gold for decor in new spawn bc shiny surface sometimes blanks/distracts his crow brain.

He (used to, been kinda difficult to post-Purgatory for misc reasons) go to Cellbit to give him pics & info on happenings/enigmas on the island. Now his go-to is Bagi (he sees her more), but like. He never Goes To Bagi. She just so happens to bump into him when he has something he needs to talk to her about or give to her

Missa occasionally gives him really good back massages that melt him into a puddle. They're rare bc a) Missa's away a lot and b) his back is very sensitive and in pain more often than not

Every once in a while he gets tea cravings and he hates it

Good god this man is not a morning person. His body just simply won't let him sleep last like 10am and he hates it.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons

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Chapter 5!

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Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

It had taken Steve and Robin all afternoon to find an outfit that was not only appropriate for the occasion, but that he would actually be willing to wear. Some of the pieces Robin tried to talk him into were more straps than clothing. When he’d complained, she rolled her eyes and called him a prude.

Neither of them actually knew what the proper attire for a freak party was, but they assumed it was similar to any other kink event or play party. In the end, Steve had settled on a pair of tight black leather pants that laced all the way up the sides, tying on either side of his groin. The shirt was short sleeved and made entirely of sheer black mesh. He wore thick leather cuffs on each forearm, although those had more to do with having additional weapons hidden on him, than for the aesthetic. He already owned a pair of black boots so at least he didn’t have to break in new footwear to complete the look.

Robin followed him home, just in case he needed help getting any of the garments on, and wound up talking him into a little bit of eyeliner. When Steve finally looked in the mirror, he expected to look ridiculous. Like he was wearing some god awful Halloween costume. But he had to admit, the little bit of makeup really did make his eyes pop, and the pants made his ass look great. It was almost a shame that the only people that would be seeing him like this were those he would never in a million years consider dating.

“So, tell me about this girl Chrissy.” Robin prodded, as she gathered her things.

“Honestly I don’t really know much about her besides what she likes to do in her free time. She’s gorgeous, hell of a dancer, and after spending a little time with her I can say she seems very sweet and kind. Kinda funny too.”

“Damn, she's probably straight though, right? Is she straight? I mean, I'm not sure about the whole vampire biting thing, but who am I to judge?”

Steve laughed, Robin was getting flustered and rambling at a vague description of Chrissy, god knows how bad it would be if she ever saw her in person.

“I don’t know for sure but I was definitely getting at least bisexual vibes from her. Maybe once this is all over I'll see about introducing the two of you.”

Robin smiled and poked him in the chest. “I hope she knows I'm counting on her to keep you out of trouble tonight.”

“I’ll be fine Robin, we’re just…gathering intel, and if anything does go wrong at least i’ll be slightly better armed this time.”

They walked out together. Robin was heading home for the night, and Steve was due to pick up Chrissy soon.

Robin paused at the door to her car, turning towards him.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything until I knew more, but with you going to this party…I just want to make sure you watch your back. I got wind of a rumor that some of the more zealous vampire haters are trying to put together a death squad. I don’t think they’d hit an event with that many witnesses or humans, but you never know.”

He nodded. “I still doubt that human amateurs, even a group of them, could be doing this, but I'll be careful. Let me know if the rumor becomes anything more.”

Steve is a bit stunned at first, when Chrissy comes out the front door of Guilty Pleasures. If this girl had been the one to walk on stage last night, he wouldn’t have second guessed her presence. She wore fishnets tucked into thigh-high boots with a 5 inch heel. Her top was essentially a bra made of the same shiny vinyl material as her skirt. Straps criss-crossed her upper body in a way that made it look like she was tied up. She'd even done her nails. They were shiny, black, and so pointed it looked like they could break skin.

It was so different from the style he had seen her in so far. He wondered which was the real Chrissy. He figured it probably lay somewhere in between. Most people were not all one thing, it was something he needed to keep reminding himself.

She threw open the car door, blinding smile on her face. “Steve! You did so good, you look great!”

Bondage wear or not, this girl simply radiated sunshine when she was happy.

He blushed. “Thanks. I can’t take all the credit, my friend Robin helped.”

“I see. She talked you into the eyeliner too, I'm guessing?”

“Yea. don’t tell anyone, but I kind of like it” he said conspiratorially.

“Your secret's safe with me”

It takes them about twenty minutes to get to the party, which was apparently being held in someone’s nice upper-middle-class house just outside of the city. On the way, Chrissy had explained to him their cover story. Steve was her new boyfriend. They met at the club and had been dating for a few weeks now. He became interested in the scene after seeing her act on stage, and hearing stories about the parties. That’s why they were here tonight, so he could see for himself. Everyone knew why she stopped coming, this provided a good excuse for her return.

It was still light out when they parked and got out of the car. Steve was doing his best not to feel self conscious about his appearance, but couldn’t stop himself from looking up and down the quiet street. He saw more than one set of curtains twitch and groaned internally.

Chrissy took his arm, patting him lightly on the bicep and steered him towards the front door. A woman opened it as they approached, her outfit a mirror of Chrissy’s, except all in red. The woman smiled lecherously at his date for a moment, expression turning to disgust when her eyes flicked over to Steve.

“Gwen.” Chrissy said, in place of a greeting. Her voice was colder than Steve had ever heard it.

“Good to see you, Chris. This the guy?” Gwen asked, hooking a thumb in his direction.

“Yes, this is Steve.” Chrissy replied, tightening her hold on him. He took the hint and leaned in,

dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

Gwen glared at them before turning on her heel and stalking off further into the house.

“Friend of yours?” He asked, smirking.

“Ex-girlfriend, actually.”

Well, that answered that question.

“You have excellent taste.” He teased, sarcastically.

She threw her head back and laughed as she elbowed him hard in the ribs.

They mingled in the main room with everyone else who had arrived early. The vampires, of course, wouldn’t show until full dark, but more human partygoers were expected too. Steve wasn’t sure what he would do once the party really got underway, he was sorta winging it tonight. He had told Chrissy he was trying to be more open minded, and he was, but that didn’t mean he would allow himself to be bitten. Not even for a cover story. That was a problem for later. For now, he would smile, be charming, and hope a clue fell in his lap.

Apart from Gwen, everyone he met was warm and welcoming. He was assured over and over again that there was no pressure to participate if he was nervous, most people were the first time. Several of his new acquaintances told him stories about their first parties and gradually Steve started to relax. He hadn’t expected these people to be so friendly. It was a nice surprise, and went a long way to prove that he was wrong for judging before.

He learned that it wasn’t all about the vampires either. Yes, most of the people there wanted to be fed-on tonight, but many would then pair off with their own dates or friends to enjoy some private play time in the other rooms. Some slept with their vampire partners, but just as many didn’t. No one pretended like the vampires weren’t dangerous, in fact that seemed to be part of the appeal. The event organizers did apparently try their best to only invite vamps with good reputations, and so far there had only been a handful of incidents like Chrissy’s.

New guests trickled in regularly over the course of the first hour, and at some point Steve had stopped looking at the door every time it opened. He was sitting on a couch with Chrissy in his lap, deep in conversation about baking, of all things, with a very good-looking guy who was there on his own. They were interrupted by a loud throat clearing.

Thank god he was already sitting because he might have fallen over in surprise when he saw who was now standing in front of him, clad in nothing but a hot pink bra and panty set, with shoes to match.

“Nancy?”

And really, he shouldn’t have been so surprised.

“Fancy meeting you here! Who’s your friend?” She asked, giving the girl in his lap a curious once-over.

“This is Chrissy.”

“Nice to meet you.” Nancy said, and it almost sounded genuine. She was definitely the better actor of the two of them.

He scanned the immediate area for Nancy’s companion, but she didn’t appear to be with anyone.

“No date?” He finally asked.

“Not tonight.”

It was curious. He recalled Chrissy’s insistence that he would need an escort, since this was his first time. If Nancy was here without a date, did that mean she was in the community? It had to be an act, there was no way the Nancy he knew was an actual freak, no offense to his date.

Some things were starting to come together for Steve. Is this how Nancy got her inside information? Talk about the proverbial fox in the henhouse. He wondered what these people would think if they knew they were helping her hunt vampires.

He had so many questions, but he knew better than to ask them in front of present company. Actually, he knew better than to ask at all. Nancy would tell him what she was up to, if, and only if, she wanted him to know.

He looked up at Chrissy, intending to ask her if she wanted to get a drink, as a valid excuse for walking away, but he stopped when he realized she had gone extra pale and stiff. She stared out the window, where the night had finally grown dark. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Are you okay?”

She leaned into him, whispering back. “It’s dark. They’ll be here soon.” Poor girl was shaking like a leaf.

“Do you need to go? It’s okay if you do.” Steve said.

This is exactly what he had been worried about. Nothing they could learn tonight was worth re-traumatizing her. He’d figure this out one way or another, but not at her expense.

She looked at him with wide wet eyes. ”But, we didn’t learn anything yet.”

Privately, Steve begged to differ. He had learned quite a bit this evening, though nothing that would be helpful to the case.

“It’s okay,” He assured her, trying to put every ounce of sincerity he could into his face and voice.

She looked into his eyes for a long time, weighing his words, probably trying to determine if he was telling the truth.

“Can we step out back for some air and I'll see how I feel?”

They excused themselves and Steve was relieved when Nancy let them go with only a nod and a wave. He was sure he’d be hearing from her later.

Outside, Chrissy pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her small purse and quickly lit up. Steve was surprised she smoked, was surprised that anyone did these days really, but he didn’t comment on it. She was a grown woman and could do what she liked.

They stood in comfortable silence in the dimly lit backyard. Steve was lost in his own thoughts when a chill slowly snaked its way up his spine, the skin on his arms breaking out in goosebumps. Power emanated from somewhere out in the dark. It was a familiar energy and he felt compelled to follow it.

He turned to Chrissy, ready to ask her to wait here while he checked it out. One look at her closed-off expression reminded him of why they were outside in the first place, and he knew he couldn’t leave her here alone.

She spotted him looking at her and quirked a brow in question.

He kept his voice low. “I feel power. Someone nearby is performing some kind of magic or ritual. I think we should check it out.”

“We?”

“Of course, you're my partner tonight.” He smiled, letting their shoulders bump briefly. ”Let’s go investigate.”

She smiled back, and though he didn’t like putting her in harm's way, it might just be worth it to see her become more herself again. There was no guarantee she’d be safe if she stayed behind anyway.

The backyard of the house was surrounded by a tall privacy fence, but there was a gate in the back corner that led to the property abutting this one. Chrissy kept an arm on Steve's shoulder for stability as they crossed the short yard, walking through the gate and into the thin band of trees beyond. He had no doubt she was suddenly regretting her choice of footwear for the evening, but it’s not as if either of them knew they’d be stalking through the woods that night.

Past the trees was the back end of an old farm. The farmhouse itself was way out in the distance, but about 30 yards to the right of where he and Chrissy stood, were the remains of an old private cemetery. The night was dark, almost pitch black when the moon ducked behind the clouds, but thanks to the boost in powers granted to him by whatever the fuck Eddie had done, Steve could see the small group gathered within it perfectly.

The vampire, Tommy, was there, along with a handful of others that Steve didn’t recognize. In the center of it all was Martin. A goat lay off to the side, dead. It looked like the man was trying, and apparently failing, to raise a zombie.

They should probably have turned around right then and gone back to the house. Nothing good could come from interrupting, but Steve needed to find out what was going on here. It couldn’t be a coincidence that they were here, could it?

Steve kept Chrissy behind him as they approached. He knew, in all likelihood, that the vampires had already sensed their presence. Sure enough, several sets of eyes turned to them when they reached the boundary of the small cemetery.

“You heard the boss. If you don’t raise this zombie, you’re done, dead, and I get to do whatever I want with you.” Tommy hissed at Martin. He seemed to enjoy the way the man cowered back from him in fear.

Steve didn’t like the guy, hadn’t liked him from the beginning, but he couldn't stand by and watch Tommy torture and kill another human being. He just couldn’t.

He walked up to Martin, ignoring the sounds of protest from the surrounding vampires. The other man watched him with suspicious eyes. Steve quickly assessed the situation. It looked to him as if the other animator had done everything right, and he had certainly felt powerful enough.

The ritual to raise the dead was a fairly simple one. You needed a sacrifice, usually a chicken but occasionally something bigger, and to draw enough blood to create a circle around the intended grave. The rest of it came down mostly to an individual’s power. Steve didn’t bother with a lot of theatrics, he didn’t need them. For him, raising zombies came easy, second nature. Most of the other animators he’d met, however, needed words and special tools to guide their practice.

“What seems to be the problem?” Steve finally asked.

“She’s too old. The woman Billy asked me to raise. I tried, but..”

They both kept their voices low, though the effort was futile with the vamps superior hearing.

“What does he want with her?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, I think it’s just an excuse to kill me. He knew I couldn’t do it” He sounded resigned.

“We’ll see about that.” Steve declared.

“You raise a lot of 100 year old zombies, Harrington?”

“No. But, we could do it together.”

“Why?”

“I can’t stand by and watch them kill you knowing I could have stopped it.”

Martin only paused for a moment before nodding. He knew he was in no position to refuse.

“How do you want to do this?” He asked.

“Follow my lead.” Steve wasn’t sure how to explain what they had to do. He didn’t truly know himself, only had a feeling about what was needed. He would follow his instincts like Wayne had taught him. They rarely steered him wrong.

A knife lay on the ground by his feet, It was obvious that this was the tool used in the sacrifice. Steve snatched it from the ground, grimacing at the blood coating its blade. He went to wipe it off on his own shirt before realizing the sheer cloth would do little to clean it. He reached over to grip the front of Martin’s button down shirt and pulled. Buttons flew as it popped open. The other man sucked in a harsh breath, but said nothing as Steve used the cloth to wipe off the knife.

Steve's eyes flicked down, noticing the necklace Martin wore for the first time. It must have been hidden under the shirt. It was an unusual piece of jewelry, a chunky pendant made from several different stones that hung from a thick cord. It also pulsed with its own aura of power. He wondered what it was for. There wasn't time to dwell on it now, but Steve added it to the list of things he needed to figure out.

He took the now clean-ish blade and ran it across his palm. The power in the circle thrummed weakly as his blood welled up along the cut. Steve handed the blade to the other man, hilt first. He took it, wincing as he cut himself in the same fashion.

“Now, drop the blade and face me.” Steve instructed.

He reached his bleeding hand out, using it to hold the other man’s upper arm. Martin caught on, quickly mirroring the position.

When his hand made contact with Steve, it completed a circuit between them. The blood circle flared to life, power flowed thick, filling the space around them.

Steve closed his eyes, using his other sense to seek out the intended target. When he found her, he could almost see it in his mind. There was no body, per se, in the old wooden box, not this many years later. All that was left now was a collection of bones and bits of cloth. Steve gathered all that power and pushed it into them, willing the body to reform and crawl its way to the surface.

The ground beneath his feet rippled and Steve kept his eyes shut. He always hated this part.

He’d watched in the beginning, of course, when he was learning how to harness his powers. It was important to understand the full process, or so Wayne had told him. Where others seemed to watch on in fascination, Steve felt nothing but horror when he watched the earth turn over, spewing out the undead like a bizarre mockery of birth.

Realizing how much it bothered Steve, it was Wayne who had suggested he keep his eyes closed until the magic was through with its work. He thought it would make him appear unprofessional and worried that his father would think he was weak. “I wouldn’t worry too much about what your father thinks, son. Man’s a jackass” Wayne had said. “And most folks don’t pay enough attention to notice. Those that do, will just assume you're concentrating extra hard. This is your craft, you do it the way that makes you feel best.”

Chrissy gasped somewhere off to his left. He’d almost forgotten she was there. The ground stilled as he opened his eyes, snapping his head in her direction. She stared at him, expression unreadable, but she was fine. Thank god.

Billy chose that moment to step out from behind a nearby tree, Dustin following close behind. He clapped slowly as he approached. They must have been watching the show.

“That was quite a thing to see, wasn’t it folks?” Billy said, with his arms thrown wide, voice filling the night air. He wore a wide smile that looked anything but happy.

“Well, Brenner, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to thank Stevie-boy here for temporarily saving your ass?”

Steve froze. Brenner?

He had thought the man looked familiar before, but he hadn’t been able to put his finger on why at the time. Now, Steve had the sinking feeling that he knew exactly where he’d seen this guy before.

Raising the dead was not a common ability, and there were precious few animators in the United States. In a group that exclusive, it was big news when one of them died. It was considered polite to attend the funeral, even if you didn’t know the other animator personally.

Hearing that name again, Brenner, Steve knew in his bones that he had attended this man’s funeral not one year ago. How was it possible? The necklace? He knew that type of magic existed, but it was rare. Too hard to find practitioners willing to do it, and the spell always came at a very steep cost. It begged the question, what was Martin Brenner doing to keep himself alive?

The other animator turned to look at him, a quiet ‘thank you’ falling from his lips easily. Brenner looked into his eyes and Steve knew he couldn’t hide it. It would show all over his face that he had finally recognized the man.

Brenner paled. His hand thoughtlessly reached towards the thing at his neck before he realized and stopped the motion.

“Are you going to tell them?” He mouthed the question at Steve, not even daring to whisper.

“I haven't decided yet” Steve replied, tight lipped. He was furious, no longer sure he had done the right thing in helping this man. He had to walk away, he needed a minute to think.

He strode away, vaulting the low wall that bordered the cemetery, and heading towards the tree line.

Billy was at his side in an instant. Steve hadn’t heard him move. The vampire licked his lips as he circled Steve like a shark.

“Damn Harrington, you dirty up real good don’t you? Picture perfect in all that black and covered in blood. Like a gift wrapped up in a big red bow. Eddie’s going to kick himself for missing this.”

Steve was fuming. He knew there was no answer that would satisfy him but he couldn’t stop himself.

“What was the point of all this, Billy? If you want to kill the guy why not just do it, why make it some sort of sick game?”

“Because games are fun Steve-o. I think we all need a little more fun in our lives, don't you? What do you care anyway? It seems to me that you don’t even like the guy.”

“It doesn’t matter if I like him, and what about the zombie, huh? That poor woman you asked him to raise for no good reason?”

“What about her?”

Steve would never get Billy to understand why it bothered him. The fact that this zombie used to be a human being, and she didn’t deserve to have her memory disrespected this way. He’d try another tactic.

“What will it take for you to let me put her back, right now, unharmed?”

He looked Steve up and down, lingering on his left hand. The one he’d sliced open.

“Let me have a taste.”

Steve didn’t know what his face was doing, but his disgust at the request must have shown loud and clear.

“Oh don’t give me that look. I won’t bite, just let me lick the blood from your palm and she’s all yours.”

Who would lay the zombie to rest if he didn’t? What would they do to her remains if he refused? Oh god. He was actually going to do this.

“Fine.”

Billy grinned, pleased. He considered Steve carefully for a moment, seeming to think about how he wanted to do this. He finally made a decision and knelt down in front of him. Steve held his palm out to the vampire, who grabbed it tightly with both hands. One wrapped around Steve's wrist, the other cupping the backs of his fingers. The position takes him back to the dream with Eddie and it’s all he can do to swallow back the whine building in the back of his throat.

Billy flattened his tongue, licking wide strokes across Steve's palm. It took only a few passes before his hand was clean. Steve tried to pull away, wrongly assuming the task was now done. Billy tightened his grip, probing at the cut with the tip of his tongue until blood started flowing freely again. Steve cried out, it stung like a bitch.

He could hear someone running up to them, but he couldn’t drag his gaze away from Billy. He wasn’t completely under his power. The pull wasn’t as strong as last time, but Steve could still feel the vampire’s will pressing against his own. Knocking on his mental walls and trying to gain entrance.

“Stop it Billy!” Chrissy yelled. Now standing only a few feet away from them. “You promised he wouldn’t be hurt! Let him go!”

Steve’s heart sank. Was she working for him? Had he been wrong to trust her?

She looked anxiously between the two of them. Tears streamed down her face.

Billy raised his mouth from Steve’s skin, blood staining his lips. “I’m not harming him, sweet thing.”

She stepped closer, as if getting ready to physically separate them. Steve didn’t know if she was truly on his side or not, but, damnit, he didn’t want to see her get hurt.

“Stay back, Chrissy, I made a deal. It’s okay.”

Someone pulled her back, and Steve was grateful. He’s pretty sure it was Dustin, unless one of the other vamps was also short with a mop of unruly curls.

The assault on his mind was getting harder and harder to ignore. His newfound powers clearly had limits, and he wasn’t sure what would happen if he didn’t get away from Billy soon.

“How are you resisting me so well, Harrington? You were all but putty in my hands last time.”

Steve didn’t know how to respond. He knew it was because of Eddie, that he had made him a human servant, or whatever, but he didn’t really know what that meant. Somehow, he knew it would be a bad idea to let Billy find out about it.

A gunshot rang out in the distance, sounding like it came from the direction of the party. It was Steve’s saving grace, as the group of vampires scattered and only Billy and Dustin remained. Brenner took advantage of the distraction, taking off at a sprint towards the farmhouse.

Shouts and the sound of fighting were carried to them on the wind. Billy looked torn. Finally, he dropped Steve’s hand.

“I will find out how you are resisting me, human. You can count on that.”

Then he was gone. So fast Steve didn’t even know what direction he went. Dustin and Chrissy both rushed over to him. She started babbling apologies so quickly it made his head spin.

“I”m sorry Steve, i’m so sorry. Billy made me promise to tell him anything you found out about the murders. I haven't even told him anything yet, I swear. I’m sorry, I didn’t have a choice. Please forgive me. I was so scared, and with Eddie gone…”

He couldn’t be mad at her. This wasn’t her fault. She was as much a victim here as anyone else. He had to shout her name a few times to get her attention, but eventually she stopped her ramble long enough to hear him.

“It’s okay, Chrissy. I understand. I’m not mad, alright?”

He wrapped himself around her in a one-armed hug and she melted into him, quietly sobbing.

Dustin watched the two of them curiously, small smile playing on his lips. Steve knew what the kid must be thinking, and he should probably have corrected him, said that it wasn’t like that with her, but it wasn’t exactly his top concern at the moment.

“Thanks for holding her back, buddy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but, what are you still doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you two were okay.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. With all of the vampires now gone, he was obviously okay. So…

“Okay, okay, fine. I did want to make sure you were fine, but I also don’t know how to do that nifty quick disappearing trick yet.”

Steve laughed. God, he was still so…Dustin.

“I don’t think there's a trick to it, kid. I think vamps can just run really really fast.”

“Huh.” Dustin hummed, as if he hadn’t thought of that.

“How about I give you a ride, for old times sake?” Steve asked.

“Good Idea. You might need the extra set of hands to get to your car anyway. I don’t like the sound of whatever's happening at that party.”

Chapter 6

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*Pogue for Life* Happy Anniversary Part 3

Once she showers and changes her clothes she walks back downstairs to find Rafe.

She finds him standing by himself drinking.

"Are you alright?" she asks him as she rubs her hand down his back.

"Yea, baby, I'm fine. Just something Barry said. We can talk about it later." he tells her.

"Are you sure? I can stay here if you need me to." she tells him.

He shakes his head.

"No. Go talk to your dad. I'll be okay." he says to her.

He grabs her face and leans down and kisses her on the lips.

"I love you." he speaks against her lips.

"I love you too." she responds.

She quickly rushes out of the house and goes to the range rover.

She gets in the car and drives over to the Wreck, where the party is.

She walks inside and hears a band playing out back.

People are outside mingling.

She spots Sarah and Kie talking at a table.

"Have you guys seen my dad anywhere?" she asks them.

They turn to face her.

"No, but I was just telling Kie I just saw mine." Sarah tells her.

Jo's eyes widen.

"Oh shit. How did that go?" Jo asks.

"All I'm saying is, the second I see him I'm turning him in I swear." Kie scoffs.

"I don't blame you one bit." Sarah mumbles.

"I don't know how you do it. I can barely stand to look at mine right now." Jo says.

"Every time I wanna complain about my dad, I just think about your dad." Kie tells her.

"Oh, glad to be of service." Sarah comments in amusement.

Jo finally spots her dad, who is standing with Topper and his mother.

Sarah notices Topper who is staring at her.

"You guys didn't tell me Topper was gonna be here." Sarah accuses her friends.

"I haven't been home or talked to anyone so I had no idea." Jo tells her.

"Sorry. My mom invited like the whole island." Kie says.

"Shit." Sarah breathes out.

"I have to have a bad conversation with my dad right now. Wish me luck." Jo tells them as she walks away from the girls.

She walks over to her dad who is in conversation with his wife and Topper.

"Dad, I'm sorry to interrupt but I have to talk to you. It's important." she tells him.

"Alright, let's go over here."

He grabs her arm and leads her over to a secluded spot.

"What's so urgent that you have to talk to me now?" Buzz asks.

Jo shakes her head.

"I don't even know how to start this. So I'm just gonna say this. I know about the boat you had Barry clean and get rid of." she states.

His eyes widen.

"How the hell do you know about that?" he questions.

"How do you think? It's Barry for crying out loud. He can't keep his mouth shut." she tells him.

"I paid him plenty to keep his mouth shut." Buzz retorts.

Jo shakes her head.

"You treat me like a little girl and you don't trust me with these things. You didn't have to go to Barry, dad that's the point!" she raises her voice slightly.

"Okay so you know. What are you getting at with this? Did Barry come to you and demand something?" Buzz questions.

Jo scoffs and shakes her head.

"He's not the one planning on blackmailing you, dad. I am." she tells him.

Buzz narrows his eyes at her.

"Jo-"

She cuts him off.

"I am not leaving Outer Banks. I am staying with my friends and I am staying at Tannyhill.with Rafe."

She struggles to get the words out.

"I love you, but I'm not going. If you force me to go, Rafe and Barry have your fingerprints on the boat and they will use it against you." she tells him.

Her face and voice are clear of all emotion.

Buzz gives her a disappointed look.

"I don't even know who you are anymore Joanna. You wanna know why I wanted you out of here? This right here is the reason. The old Joanna would never think about using something like this against me."

He steps closer to her.

"Do what you want, because I'm done. You made your bed. Now you have to lie in it."

Buzz walks away from her and leaves her standing there with tears in her eyes.

Jo finds a glass of wine on a table and she grabs it and chugs it.

She listens as Mike gets on the stage and makes a little speech about being one island brought together.

It brings tears to her eyes.

She looks up and spots JJ who is watching her.

Her eyes widen and she lets out a little gasp.

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Jo walks over to where JJ is standing.

He is by the boat and away from the party.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" he instantly asks her.

He wipes a tear off of her cheek.

"I'm not crying. I just have something in my eye." she brushes off.

JJ stands there awkwardly thinking of what to say.

"I just saw John B. What are you guys doing here?" Jo asks him.

He stares at her with longing in his eyes.

"Okay, so we're here to gather you girls and we gotta find Pope and Cleo. Were mounting a full search and rescue mission right now. Big John got nabbed by Singh and his men. He almost killed John B." JJ informs her.

Jo makes a face of confusion.

"What? What do you mean he's been nabbed? What the hell happened?" Jo questions.

"Listen, we all have to get down there as soon as we can." JJ tells her.

"To where?" Jo asks.

"To South America." JJ informs her.

"To South America? Like right now?" Jo gives him a dumbfounded look.

"I know it's a long shot, but we're making a plan right now." he tells her.

"I can't just up and go to South America!" she argues.

"Why not? Is it because of your precious Kook? Come on let's be real, you can do a lot better than that." JJ insults.

Jo shakes her head.

"It's not about Rafe, alright? You just can't come here and spring this on me after not talking to me for days." she argues.

"What do you expect me to say? You chose the easier option and stayed with Rafe. I don't think we have anything else to talk about." he tells her.

"That's bullshit and you know it. I already feel bad enough for what happened. You don't need to make me feel any worse. And no we still have plenty to talk about. Like I miss you dude." she tells him.

JJ looks at her with a guarded look.

"I feel like a piece of me is missing and that piece is you. I can't stand not having you around." She starts to cry.

His face softens slightly.

"I know that I hurt you and I'm sorry for that. I wish I can take it back. But I can't and I'm sorry for that."

She watches JJ's face and sees him battling a range of emotions on his face.

"So is that a no to coming with us then?"

His face and voice are clear of all emotions.

"JJ-"

"That's all I needed to know."

He turns to walk away from her.

"Jay! I love you!" She shouts to him.

He stops and shuts his eyes.

"Please, don't say that shit to me." he begs.

"Quit acting like you don't care. You know what quit acting like I don't care! We have been through so much shit. I don't want things to be this way." she tells him.

He storms back over to her.

"You were right not to choose me. We just don't work, okay? You should realize that. I'm gonna go help my best friend save his father. Maybe I'll see you at the break when I get back. If I get back."

JJ turns and walks away from her.

She has tears falling down her face.

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Jo is wandering around the party.

She is avoiding her dad who is completely mad at her.

Her phone vibrates in her hand.

She looks and sees she has a text from Rafe.

He asks her when she plans on coming home and that he misses her.

She gets butterflies at the mention of Tannyhill being called home.

She messages him back and says that she wont be too much longer she's gonna say her goodbyes.

She puts her phone in her back pocket and looks up as John B storms past her.

"John B? What are you doing?" she questions.

She looks and sees he's making a beeline for Sarah and Topper who are hugging.

"Shit." she mumbles.

She follows behind him as he knocks into a waiter knocking down glasses.

Sarah tries to stop him.

"Not right here, bro." Topper argues.

Sarah tries to push him back.

"Please don't."

"Get out of my way Sarah." John B pushes her aside.

Jo puts herself in the middle.

"John B think about this." Jo tells him.

"Get out of the way Jo."

John B pushes around Jo and slams into Topper.

"Do you feel good about yourself?" he yells at Topper.

"Stop!" Sarah yells.

They catch the attention of the party.

"You need to chill out, bro."

Jo stands by Topper and pulls him back.

"Just walk away Topper please."

John B pushes Jo away.

"You like messing up my relationship huh?" he pushes Topper.

"You're ruining the party man."

Topper refuses to fight back.

"That's what you're worried about?" John B continues to argue.

"Just walk away." Topper continues to say.

"Do you feel good about yourself?" John B pushes Topper again.

Sarah grabs John B and pulls him around to face her.

"For once in your life, would you please just turn around and walk away?" she pleads with him.

Jo can tell that John B is gonna listen to her.

She looks up and locks eyes with JJ who is watching from the dock.

"Hey, no hard feelings, bro." Topper cockily smirks.

Jo turns to glare at him.

"Can you just shut up?" she lectures.

John B turns around and sucker punches Topper hard knocking him to the ground.

"John B!"

"John B stop!"

Topper is laying on the ground and John B gets on top of him.

"You like that Top?" John B continues to punch him.

The whole party watches.

"John B stop!"

"What are you doing? No!"

John B continues to punch Topper.

"John B! Mr. Carrera!"

JJ pushes through the crowd to get to John B.

Mike pulls John B off of Topper.

"Get out of here now!" Mike yells.

"Get off of him!"

JJ pushes Mike away from John B and pushes John B back.

"That's what I'm talking about! Get out of here both of you!"

JJ pushes John B back and away from the party.

Jo watches as her dad bends down to check over Topper's wounds.

Jo locks eyes with JJ one more time before he shakes his head and walks away.

As Jo watches her two best friends walk away she feel a piece of her crumbling and falling apart.

She has a feeling that the Pogues are all falling apart.

#outer banks #pogue for life #joanna mills #rafe cameron #jj maybank #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #john b routledge #pope heyward #cleo #topper thorton #pogues for life #p4l

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Chapter Three: Do Your Secrets Start to Show?

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The house took more time to renovate than Unikitty thought it would and Rex estimated it would. The Master Breaker insisted on sleeping in the forest instead of going home with her to the castle. The distance Rex put between himself and her tugged at her heart. She wished she knew what she did to him, but the way he spoke to her when she tried to get too close was enough to keep curiosity at bay. It was just her and Rex in the forest now as the house neared completion.

"We should have a housewarming party when we finish. We totally earned one after all this building!" The cat grinned, hearts shooting from her horn like confetti.

"Yeah. Why not? Love a real Unikitty party. Just gotta be careful we don't wake the neighbors." He flashed a smile and turned to his work.

"Is that a joke I heard? I would have thought you were too serious for that." Unikitty spoke playfully as she put the last post on a fence.

"You like that, you should hear my stand up routine. My raptor crew never complained." He gestured to an empty plot of land. "Can you till some of the land over there? I'm gonna try to grow some crops. There should be some gardening equipment lying around."

"You are just full of surprises today!" She walked over to a shovel and stared at it, hoping to get instructions from it on how to till a garden.

"I used to claim I was a man of the land. May as well back the claim up. That shovel probably knows more about the process than you seem to, Princess. Maybe you could just build a shed and I'll till later?" Unikitty nodded and started to build.

"What else can you do?" She let an ear twitch. For all this time she was working with the guy, he didn't talk too much in general. It confounded her.

"I learned to do lots of things, Princess. I sometimes can't keep it all straight." He chuckled as he finished what he was doing and started to tend to the soil. "So. Party. Who are we invitin'?"

"Yeah! We could invite Hawkodile, Richard, Puppycorn, and Doctor Fox!" She conjured a notebook and pen from seemingly nowhere and began to write the names down. "And of course you and me." She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Who else? I'd invite the whole kingdom, but that's not gonna work. Oh! Brock! He's not one of my normal friends, but he loves to party! Maybe we can even invite Master Frown if he promises to play nice." Rex just shrugged. "That shrug is a good enough approval for me!" Unikitty thought for a moment while Rex continued to work, the cat standing in place with pen and paper in paw. "What kind of cake do you like?"

"You'll probably laugh, but that vanilla cake with the rainbow sprinkles in it. It always made my day better when I was growin' up just seein' it." He shook his head. "Haven't had a slice in a long time, though. Ya can't be a tough guy if you eat that all the time."

"I think you're wrong about that, but that's fine. I'll make you some of that!" She wrote that down with a reminder to add that to her birthday party database for later use. "So, is there anything you really like to do?"

"I like to watch movies. Mostly grown up stuff. I also play guitar." He stopped tending to the plot of land he was working on and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket.

"You do? What kinds of songs do you play?” The princess’s eyes lit up.

"Mostly covers of songs I like. Not sure you'd be into them." He rubbed the handkerchief all over his face and put it away. "I don't know too many songs you'd consider 'happy', Princess." Unikitty's eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, can you still play me something?"

"No. I really don't play for other people." He went back to working the plot of land. "Besides, my axe is on my ship."

"You probably sound fine! You should play for me sometime!" The cat bounced in place. "You mean the large fist ship? Did you live on that thing all alone?"

"Not interested." His tone was oddly defensive for a request like that. "Well, no. Not really. I have my crew. We're a pack. Like a family but radder."

"Your crew? Aren't they all raptors? Did you have anyone else?"

"No. I don't need anyone else." The loud drone of a ship engine made the man look up. He whispered a prayer to the Man Upstairs when he saw one of his carrier ships land close by. A raptor came out of the ship and started to unload boxes. "Hey, Dutch! Good timing!" He put down his tiller and rushed over to the gray raptor. The two started to take boxes into the cabin. Unikitty started to help, but the box she decided to pick up was very heavy. She opened the box and saw it was a large dark blue metal radio of some kind with an old looking microphone attached to it. Rex lifted the box up and walked inside without a word. She picked up a lighter box and rushed inside.

The gray raptor was taking things out of boxes and putting them away in the correct rooms while his captain moved the boxes into the house. There was no furniture, but a few boxes were labeled as furniture and designated different rooms, so she looked in one. It was all pieces of things that could build whatever he needed. She moved out of the way when the raptor started to grab things from a box next to her. Eventually, Rex finished moving the boxes and stroked the raptor's snout like a jockey would for a beloved horse.

"You're the best, Dutch. Get on home. You know where to find me." The raptor rushed off, taking off in the ship. He turned and looked through his boxes for the parts for a couch. He built one in the blink of an eye and sat on it. "It's gettin' late, Princess. If you don't leave now, you'll need to stay overnight. I'm not gonna make you go out in that forest in the dark."

"I'll stay here, if that's OK. Is there a way I can let Hawkodile know?"

"Most I have is my radio. If one of your buddies has one, you can use that. My cellphone doesn't work in this part of the galaxy for some reason." He took his phone out of his pocket and showed her that it had no signal. "Or maybe it doesn't work in the middle of the forest. I dunno. I ain't exactly here to reach out to anyone. The radio's in my study. I think Dutch managed to get that set up."

Unikitty entered the study and took a look around. She saw shelves full of books about time travel theory and dinosaurs as well as a tome with faded colors. She pulled it out and saw it was titled "Instructions to Fit In, Have Everyone Like You, and Always Be Happy". The title was a weird one, to say the least. She put it back and looked for the radio. She saw it on a dark stained wooden desk. She felt around with her paw until she found a switch. The radio hummed to life, green lights showing the frequencies available. She didn't really know how to use the thing, but she pressed a button with her paw on the mic and whispered a tentative hello. She jumped when she heard growls from the speakers.

"That's the Rexcelsior's communication room, Princess. Tell 'em who you are." Rex shouted from the other room.

"Uh… I'm Princess Unikitty?" She sounded so unsure and the growls she was getting back weren't helping. "Can you please call the Unikingdom castle and tell them I'm staying over at Rex's house tonight?" More growls. She turned her head toward the door. "Am I doing this right?"

"She said she's got this. I'm sure your friends'll be as confused as you are right now, Princess. The raptors only speak raptor." She could hear the soft sound of a 16 bit chiptune playing in the room Rex was in.

"How come you can understand them?" She turned the radio off and entered the room. Rex was still on the couch, but seemed to be playing a game where a blue creature ran around a place that was filled with neon colors. A little yellow creature followed the blue one.

"Ya live with someone long enough, ya learn to speak their language." She watched Rex move the blue thing around the area. She could recognize it as a video game, but had no idea what it was.

"Whatcha playin'?"

"Just an old game I found somewhere. I think it's a two player game if ya wanna try it." He bumped a strange looking black controller with his hand, but the motion was quick so he could return to the game. She sat next to him and took the controller. She pushed a button and the yellow creature jumped up.

"What do you do in this game?"

"The porcupine and fox are tryin' to stop a mad scientist from endin' the word or somethin'. The fox can fly, by the way. Not sure if that'll help ya any." He had the blue rodent curl up into a ball and attack some robots.

"Have you played this before?" She tried to follow Rex's button presses, but she was not as good as he was.

"Once or twice. I prefer racing games, if you'd rather play somethin' else." He said this as the fox made a shocked expression and fell off the screen for a second.

"Sure? I'm not great at video games. Just ask my brother." Rex got up and turned the console off, moving to a much larger one. He tossed her a controller with a more boomerang like design and a large X on the top. She was able to read that a "dangervest#4678" was signing in, with an icon of a squirrel with sunglasses above the words. When he was able to, he moved to an icon with a sleek red car on it and moved through the menus with a speed that Unikitty couldn't keep up with as he spoke.

"That ain't a bad thing. Maybe ya just haven't found a game you really like yet." He chose his car and waited for Unikitty to pick hers. "I have a lot of 'em, so I'm sure I have something for ya." She chose her car and the two began the race. It didn't take the man long to take the lead, with Unikitty at dead last. She took her time driving around the track.

"Hey, Princess. Here's a tip: the goal is to win the race." He said playfully.

"But look at how pretty everything is! It all looks so nice!" Rex just laughed in reply as he finished the first lap. She tried as best she could to catch up and was able to get to third by lap two.

"There ya go! That's what I wanna see! Come get me, fluffball!" He kept his lead, a teasing smirk on his face. By the end of lap three, the two cars were neck and neck. "Two laps left. Wanna make this interesting?"

"Sure?" The cat replied as she took the lead for a brief moment.

"How 'bout loser makes dinner?"

"And does the dishes after!" The cat added with a little too much zeal.

"Sounds like a bet, Princess." The two focused on the game for the rest of the race, the two occasionally trash talking the other when they took the lead. The race was close, but the cat jumped to her feet when her car crossed the finish line first.

"Did I do it right, game master?" She grinned wildly. "Maybe next time you should take your own advice!"

"Beginner's luck, Princess. But a bet's a bet." He got up and changed the TV to show a news program. "Does anyone deliver out here? Actually, that shouldn't matter. Duke should be able to get it over here." He headed into his study.

"How many raptors do you have?" Unikitty followed him in and sat next to him as he turned on his radio.

"Ten, maybe? I had a lot more, but it sucks to be the one to lose a battle." That statement left Unikitty conflicted. She had to remind herself that Rex wasn't a good guy. Sure, he was charming and fun to play games with. But he also was a dangerous person who was, until recently, antagonistic. On the other hand, he did seem to care about his raptor crew. There was a hint of painful loss behind his words. By the time the thought ran its course, he had placed a pizza order through his raptor. "There. Duke can use a computer and order the food online. Wanna play somethin' else?"

"What else have you got? I could beat you all night, Dangervest!" The cat walked behind Rex.

"We could try somethin' calmer for now. Not sure I could take more of your trash talk before dinner." He switched back to his game console and chose a game with a goose on the icon. The pastel colors and calm soundtrack was something Unikitty didn't expect him to have an interest in. "Give this a try. I gotta unpack some plates." He handed her the controller and the first button she pressed just made the white goose honk. She made it honk a few more times before Rex came back and watched her.

"Why do you have a game like this?" The cat had the goose grab a flower she saw on a table.

"I have a farming game, too. I play games to relax, Princess." There was a scratching at the door. "Pizza's here. I'll get it." He got to the door and the calm piano got more intense. After the raptor got some chin scratches from his captain, Rex put the boxes on a counter that separated the kitchen and the living room.

Unikitty paused the game and looked over to her host. In the artificial light in the kitchen, she could see how deeply tired he looked. It wasn't something sleep could ever fix, either. She could feel it just by looking at him. She glided over to the counter and grabbed a slice of pizza. Should she say something? Would he get mad again?

"Sleep in the bed in the master bedroom, alright?" He pointed to a door behind him as he ate over the sink.

"Where will you sleep?" She asked softly, still in her thoughts.

"I don't sleep, Princess." He grabbed another slice of pizza and continued to eat over the sink.

"You don't? Don't you need to?"

"Don't worry about that. I have a couch. Couches are decent places to sleep." Unikitty wanted to say something about that, but she yawned instead. "Get some sleep, Princess. Ya sound like ya need it." She nodded and went into the master bedroom. The bed Rex had in there was basic and small. An old looking television and a white game console sat across from it. Near that was a shelf full of various disk jewel cases and cartridges. She assumed this was his game collection. She settled down for some sleep.

She heard a crash some time after drifting off. She rushed out into the living room and saw a shadowy figure move slowly toward the front door. She got closer and saw it was Rex. "Rex? What happened?" She walked in front of him and saw that his face was expressionless, his dark eyes glazed over. He muttered something incoherent and moved around the cat to the front door. She let him leave for a second, stunned by the sight before her. She soon ran to the front yard and saw him staring up at the moon, expression still unreadable.

"Help me."

The voice alarmed Unikitty. It came out of nowhere, was perfectly clear, and didn't sound at all like Rex. It sounded more familiar, like someone she knew from her previous adventures. She stepped forward slowly toward the still man who was still looking skyward.

"Help me."

That voice. It sounded so terrified, like the world around the speaker was collapsing around him. He wasn't asking or demanding help, he was begging for it. She didn't know what Rex was seeing with his dead eyes, but she willed herself to go further toward the man.

"Emmet?" Her voice was soft and quiet. This didn't make sense. Right? The words given in reply were harder to understand now. "Help you with what?" She could only pick up the word "lost". "OK, this is a funny joke, guys. You got me." The cat sounded nervous now.

"Help…"

"OK. I'll beeeee back!" She ran to the house and grabbed Rex's phone from the kitchen counter. No signal still. She ran out of the cabin and unlocked the phone, scrolling through his contacts. He really only had one. She had to fly closer to town to get a signal. She shouldn't have left Rex in that state, but she didn't know how to help him. She chose his only contact and called the one available number. She almost immediately got a very polite voicemail. By the time she got back, Rex was no longer in the yard and was sitting on the couch watching a cheesy monster movie.

"I wouldn't take a walk in the woods at night, Princess. Who knows what's out there?"

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mysteriouspeeps4life · 3 years ago

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Happy Pills

Ok so if your on my whattpad i'll finish it tomorrow cause I kinda lost motivation but this story is another one of my moments and if your sensitive with use of drugs, suicide, kidnapping, and or depression please come off of this story

anyways......lets go

Yandere Izuku x depressed reader

started at 11pm can't wait to update on the time when i'm done 12am and i'm not even close 1am almost done 1:26am finished but just have to put tags

Another edit i think this is gonna be a little short idk tho

It had been two months...two months since you got captured two months since you had been outside....been in contact with another human being. You had been quiet ever since he took you, it was like you were a doll or something. He always gave you your space but sometimes he just couldn't help himself he just wanted affection so he would just pick you up bring you in his room and forcefully cuddle you ignoring your fighting and kicking telling him to let you go

He make sure you were safe because what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you get hurt? He knew everything about you....he knew how horrible your past was and how you had scars....most caused by yourself. That was the reason Izuku had stopped stalking you and finally made up his mind to kidnap you.

You were just gathering up your sketch book and pencils so you could lock yourself in the closet so you could finally be alone and peaceful. Izuku knew that you went inside your closet to hide from him and he knew that you were safe "drawing" in the closet. If only he knew then you would never be allowed to leave his sight in your life!

You had all of a sudden been super happy around him and every time he got home whether it was the middle of the night or he was extremely dirty you always greeted him with a hug and a kiss he never complained though or got suspicious. Little did he know you were popping pills

He realized something was off once he snapped out of his trance of you cooperating so nicely he was enjoying all the affection you were showing him but it was so....not natural. He confronted you about it and you just told him you were fine and that he was crazy

He knew you were lying because you were touch starved even if you weren't going to admit it so this sudden change of acting like his touch was a plague for just acting like you guys were a normal couple. Don't get him wrong he always wanted that to happen but it had only been two months and you were already comfortable living with him just didn't feel right. He took it upon himself one day to install a camera inside of your closet without you knowing

He told you he was going out on patrol and was going to be home late you said "ok" before giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and heading to your room. He didn't see anything while he was on patrol so he checked the camera and he saw something that made his blood stop flowing

He saw you go under your bed and pull out a small bottle and you took out some pills, he zoomed in while walking home(asking bakugou to take his shift) and looking closely at those pills(they looke like this)

This only made him start to run like he was going to die if he didn't make it home before you made sure you had all the right pills before he saw you dump the whole bottle in your hand at this rate he was running like there was no tomorrow. You dumped all the sanity pills in your hand and put all the rest back before you green haired boyfriend broke your locked door down

"DROP THE BOTTLE Y/N!"Izuku shouted. Obviously scared the crap out of y/n because she choked on her pills. Izuku rushed towards you and made sure ALL and I mean All of those pills were out of your mouth and then pulled you into a very tight hug and you could hear him crying

After a while(an hour lmao) of hugging you he brought you to face him and he had a deadass serious face on and asked you "y/n what the hell would you do something like that you could have died, do you know how worried I was!?", you were surprised he didn't just straight out yell at you but this was different. He was really scared, you could only look at the floor and keep apologizing.

All he did was make him quadruple the protection and baby prof the whole house and was always with you. He always took as much breaks as he possibly could

It's been 8 months of being here in this prison Izuku wants you to call home

If only he didn't find out...maybe you would have been dead but you can't die because even if you try you already know that Izuku will snatch the life right back into you

#Yandere #Yandere x reader #Izuku x reader #soft yandere #Mha #Yandere Izuku x reader #yandere deku #yandere bnha #yandere midoriya #yandere izuku

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electricopolis-net · 3 years ago

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S02E06: The Game Show Killer (Part 2)

2. The New Normal

Bob Sparker remembered the feeling of the VHS tape inside his jacket, the hard plastic pressing against his ribs. He remembered laughing as he walked home, swaying from side to side, bruised and aching from his altercation at the Paradise Hotel. Paulina Sweet had tried to make him defect from his company, and her henchmen had beaten him when it hadn’t worked, but Bob was the one who had stolen the only bargaining chip she had.

The tape was a gritty, grainy, almost certainly faked piece of evidence implicating Percy King in rigging his game shows. There were too many holes in her story to make it likely that she was telling the truth, but it didn’t matter one way or the other. Bob was nothing like her, and Mr. King was nothing like that. Neither of them could be manipulated so easily. After all, not even a string of scandals could oust Sparker from his place at the top of the ratings.

So he returned to his work with a newfound zeal. He watched over his contestants, cheered them as they endured the gauntlet of electric shocks, and far more often comforted them as they surrendered; and more than one, this time, left in a stretcher. But that was fine, because there were always more lining up to take their place. His electric chair was never empty.

And gradually, contestant by contestant, episode by episode, Bob Sparker began to change…

Margaret King stood in the corner of Bob Sparker's dressing room, her arms folded in disdain. The star himself was seated at his large mirrored vanity, with Mr. Percy King, his boss and Margaret's father, seated close by.

“What’s wrong with these people?” Bob complained loudly, pulling at his white hair with his brush. “Mr. King, you gotta get me some better contestants. These ones are made out of paper. They can’t even take a little shock.”

“They can take a little shock,” Margaret said, “but that's not what you're giving them. You have to be more careful, Bob.”

“She has a point,” Percy mused, stroking his chin. “Remember what happened with Miss Lang.”

“Miss Lang was a fluke,” Bob snapped. “How long are you two gonna lord that over me? Besides, if you got me someone bigger--someone tougher--then we wouldn't have to worry about it, right?”

“You're missing the point,” Margaret argued. “These aren't just toys for you to play with, Bob. They're real people.”

“They’re real people who line up around the block to get a shot on my show,” he retorted, jabbing his hairbrush towards her. “As far as I'm concerned, for the half-hour I've got them in that electric chair, I can do whatever I want to them!”

“Within reason,” Percy coughed.

“Within reason,” Bob added quickly. “And they eat it up and beg me for more. You've seen them,” he said. “So what's the problem?”

“The problem is--” Margaret struggled to get the words out. She gestured emptily, frustrated, and then finally turned to her father. “Dad, tell him it's not right!”

Percy glanced between them, his brow furrowed in thought, and then he let out a nervous, unnatural-sounding laugh. “Now, now, no fighting,” he said patronizingly. “Margie, you don't have to worry. I'll make sure to find someone sturdy enough for Bob's show.”

“That's not what I--” she began.

“Actually, there is something,” he said, opening one eye slowly. “Have you heard of this fellow making the rounds on daytime TV?”

“Who?” Bob asked. “The guy who won at the quiz show? The one with the bag on his head?”

“The very same. He was on The Twenty-One just last week and swept the whole show. A flawless victory, start to finish.”

Bob rolled this around in his mind. “That blackjack show? What, did he count cards or something?”

Percy shook his head. “Impossible. They have a machine shuffle after every hand. I had a look at the footage,” he explained. “It looks legitimate to me. It’ll have to go to air, now. Not a good look for The Twenty-One.”

“Yeah, well, that’s their problem.” Bob nearly turned around again before doing a double take. “Wait, are you saying you want that guy on my show? Seriously?”

“Why not? He’s certainly drumming up some hype.”

“Hah!” Bob Sparker barked out his sharp, high-pitched laugh. “Gambling and memorizing trivia answers is one thing, but that doesn’t mean he can make it in the electric chair. Gimme a call when he does something really amazing.”

Percy smiled. “Well,” he said slyly, “rumor has it that he’s supposed to be running Concrete Jungle right now. Maybe you should turn on the television and take a look.”

Bob stared at him for a moment suspiciously, then grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV that sat in the corner of his dressing room.

Concrete Jungle was a physical challenge show where athletes scaled an obstacle course. On the television, there was a slow pan up a twisted structure of metal and piping. On the starting platform, high up above the crowd, was the indistinct silhouette of a man.

“Our next contestant wishes not to be named,” whispered the show’s commentator. “He’s known by his fans as the ‘Game Show Killer.’”

The camera cut to a close-up; his body looked disappointingly average. Bob expected either the lithe, sinewy runner-type that usually excelled on Concrete Jungle or, his favorite, the hulking sides of beef who likely pushed people around at their day job. This man was neither. His eyes peered out from his dark executioner’s hood, and, wordlessly, he stepped forward to begin.

“So that’s your mystery man,” Margaret said. “Why’s he hiding his face?”

“Not even I know the answer to that one,” Percy confessed. “But maybe Bob here can be the one to find out. Now, look. He’s starting.”

The bell sounded. The man rocketed forward off of the starting area with a running leap. He tucked and rolled carefully as he hit the next platform, and then the next. He jumped up, grasping the rings that dangled from a bar, and swung his body through the air. The man’s movements were practiced, workmanlike, almost mechanical. Despite that, there was a piercing look in his eyes, a hunger that Bob recognized but couldn’t place. Who was this guy?

Suddenly, flames roared up from beneath him. Sweat began to bead on his arms and legs. His hand slipped--he swayed--he recovered--and Bob Sparker realized he’d been leaning forward, right on the edge of his seat.

The masked man shimmied up a rope, picked up a rubber hammer, and swung it hard at the bell. The sound roared out over the cheers of the audience as a rain of confetti fell from above.

“Well.” Bob leaned back and turned off the TV. “I see why you like him.”

“And you?”

“I don’t know. Something about him annoys me. The ‘Game Show Killer.’ Hmph.” Bob kicked up his feet and crossed one leg over the other. “Winning over and over...it goes right to your head. I think I’d be doing him a favor by taking him down a peg, don’t you think?”

“Doing him a favor?” Percy chuckled. “Now, now. You don't have to justify it to me. If you want him, he's yours.”

Margaret glanced between Bob Sparker and her father, the two of them laughing with each other. A chill crawled along her arms, followed by the prickle of anger. She turned and grabbed the doorknob, shutting the door with a slam.

She stood there outside the dressing room, rubbing at her face with her hands. Fine, she thought. Put him on. I hope he really does kill your show.

#eletricopolis #the game show killer #bob sparker #percy m. king #margaret king

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big-tiddie-squad · 4 years ago

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I did it again.... 😶🤫

The Tease in the Recording Studio

"Try it again, but more seductive. We're going for a sexy vibe for this song, you have to make them feel like YOU want THEM." The producer in charge of the recordings offers. "You've got this, the fans already want you. You just need to give a little extra back to them."

Bangchan runs his hands through his hair. He's been singing the same part over and over, bringing forth his most charismatic personality, but Ms. Park says it's not enough after every recording. "Alright," he sighs, "let's try it again." He puts the headphone back up to his ear but you can see he's tired and confused on what she wants from him now.

"No problem, have a quick drink and we'll roll it back and start at the beginning again." The woman watches Chan through the glass studiously, then turns to you to apologize, "I'm sorry we're taking so long Ms. Y/L/N, but the job isn't done until it's perfect. I know you've been waiting here awhile but I appreciate you being patient with us. It shouldn't take much longer."

You always liked this recording producer. She was brilliant at her job and she's also very sweet and always allowed you to sit in while recording when you got bored of waiting at home. "It's fine! I understand completely. Can I say something to him before you start again though?" You ask.

"Words of encouragement are always welcome. Go ahead!" She shows you what to press to speak to him. You wet your lips and speak clearly through the small mic. "Channie?" He straightens and smiles at your pet name before replying right away, "Its okay if you wanna wait at home sweetheart, I know it's taking me a bit to get this right but I'll be home at some point tonight, you don't have to wait for me."

"What-? I'm not going anywhere," you laugh, "I just wanted to let you know that you can do absolutely do this, I know you're tired but I also know that you've got this!! Just know I'm here to support you!" You offer up a cheesy grin and wink at him causing him to laugh as well.

"Of course I do. I'm sexy after all right? Singing seductively should come easy to me if I don't think too hard." His eyes brighten and he puts his headphones on before giving his producer a thumbs up to signal he's ready.

"Here we go again!" She says cheerfully, as you sit down on the couch to watch your boyfriend make magic happen.

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A frustrated growl leaves Chan as Ms. Park tells him to take a break. It's been over an hour and he's made no progress. He chugs his water bottle and slams it down. You don't typically see him this angry and maybe it's caused by sitting here for so long but... it's kind of hot. He only gets aggressive when you guys are intimate, becoming a whole other person it seems. You get up to go eat something with him while you all take a break.

You both sit in the small break room together as you watch him eat the small sandwich you brought him from home hours ago.

"I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong?" He complains, furiously taking a bite. "How can I not have given off the right vibe by now?" He licks his lips and you're thighs close on their own, stirring up memories of what the two of you did last night. His tongue seemed to have a map of your pussy memorized. Oh how he took you on a mind altering trip. Bending you to his will, literally.

He notices you're staring into the distance and waves a hand in front of your face, "Y/N? You okay? Maybe you should go home and go to sleep now, it's already 11:18 at night." He reaches down and puts his hand on your knee, you'd worn a cute black skirt that comes about halfway up your thighs. Thanks to his touch alone, an immediate urge woke in you and caused you to almost jolt from the contact. Apparently, your poker face needs some practice because Chan picked up on it almost instantly. His eyes dilate a bit as he watches you take your lower lip into your mouth and your breath hitches.

"Oh princess..." he coos at you teasingly, "does my little love need some special attention?" He slides his hand up from your knee to your thigh and begins to stand up and lean in slowly, almost like a predator stalking his prey. "Well, do you?" Every nerve in your body is firing off and your brain is giving you a fight or flight command, but that's what he wants right? He wants you to feel like prey, like you need to run. You wonder if you don't back off... if you were a bit disobedient, maybe this time you could take charge...how would he react?

Wouldn't hurt to find out right?

"Why does it matter? It's not like we have any time for you to do anything about it." You smirk at him, folding your arms and leaning back. His face goes slack for about .5 seconds before his eyes turns a whole new shade of brown. So dark you could be lost in them forever. "Excuse me-" he begins, teeth gritted, just as the door opens to reveal a newly energized producer.

"LETS GO PARTY PEOPLE! We need to get this done and I feel like this next take is gonna be perfect!" She's comes and goes like a hurricane leading the way to the recording room, with you and Bangchan following behind.

Once you all get to there, Chan immediately goes into the small sound proof portion to begin. However, his eyes continue to flit to you, and you can tell he's a little annoyed with being interrupted in the break room. Especially after your last comment.

Ms. Park tells him he's definitely giving off the right kind of energy atm and to keep his head space where it's currently at for the song.

And then you have a wonderful idea. Seriously, you should be an evil temptress. He nods at her but doesn't take his eyes off you for long as he starts singing. Perfect. You look at the back of his Ms. Park's head making sure she's focused on what she's doing. Before swiping your tongue slowly and suggestively over your lips, making full eye contact with Chan. He stumbles over his words, and Ms. Park sighs and asks him to start over, jokingly saying that that was just a warm up.

You smirk it feels nice to have control especially when he isn't able to do anything about it. You're almost positive that this will come back to bite you in the ass but.... it's kind of fun. So you continue. You lean forward and dig through your purse, fishing out a sucker, but as you do you begin letting your breasts tumble out as much as possible. His voice has a slight subtle change to it. And the producer claps her hands excitedly. So far so good.

You sit up and unwrap the sucker placing it in your mouth as you open your legs widely before crossing them, knowingly giving Chan a peep show. His voice is radiating through your body now causing a deep aching in your cunt. Damn was this what Ms. Park was wanting from him. You didn't know how you felt about other girls receiving this special type of feeling from him. A small sting of jealousy courses through you and though you know how deeply you've both fallen for each other. It's just a song, you tell yourself.

You decide to keep taunting him, and you finally run your tongue of over the sucker. You twist it against your lips before sucking it into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you slowly pull it back out of your mouth smiling at him. His eyes haven't left you this whole time, and the dangerous and almost feral look he gave you was making you clench at nothing. Your pussy was already slick causing your panties to grow wet with your need. You didn't realize how much you were testing him.

He was already harder than hell but thankfully Ms. Park couldn't tell with his sweats and baggy hoodie on. He didn't know where you got this cocky and teasing attitude from but he couldn't wait to take you home and fuck it out of you. You'd never purposfully been this much of a tease before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. He takes a breath before going into his solo part in the song and in that exact moment, he knew you were going to be punished tonight.

You'd waited for his part to come up and just before it did you spread your legs to show off your soaking panties slowly slipping a hand down over yourself and rubbing gently. You were so caught up on teasing him you hadn't realized how sensitive you'd gotten. The moment you pressed onto your clit you're mouth opened a bit and you wiggle slightly at the stimulation.

And BOY does Chan notice, his hips jerk forward slightly. Chan watches as your legs close tightly around your wandering fingers, wanting so badly to to replace your fingers with his own. He's in the clear now. Finishing the song with a lusty, almost dangerous note as he sees you bring your fingers up to your lips and suck your own juices off of them with a minx-like grin. You pull your skirt back into place and pop the sucker back into your mouth.

"THAT WAS IT! THAT WAS AMAZING! It's exactly what we needed! We are DONE!" Ms. Park yells whilst jumping up and down. She turns to you and thanks you for your support. "I don't know WHAT you did on lunch to help him get the right mood but whatever it was we might have to have you in here more often!" She laughs. You all gather your stuff and part ways once you get out of the building.

Chan wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in tightly before leaning down, voice rumbling in your ear, "you have awakened a whole new side of me I hope you know that."

You look up at him with the biggest most innocent grin you can muster, the friction of your thighs rubbing together and the meaning behind his words and tone setting your stomach alight with a monstrous sexual hunger. The walk home was difficult for many reasons and at least one of them was because Chan had slipped his hand under your top, fingers brushing your bare skin and adding to the discord of tingles you already had.

"Who would've known you could be such a brat," he says as you both make it to your apartment. He opens the door and let's you walk in first slapping you on the ass and causing you to squeak out in surprise. He enters behind you and locks the door before quickly grabbing your hand and pinning you against the wall. Your lips meet and you can taste his need, the pure desire to ruin you tonight. His hand sneaks into your skirt and panties feeling how wet you were for him. You moan at the contact, your body almost crumbling in on yourself. "Chan" you manage say. "Babygirl- you have a three second head start." He tells you voice coated with a dominant and feral tone as he removes his hand from your warm sheath and licks his fingers clean. "1.......2...." and before he could get to three you bolt for the bedroom, the immense need to run taking over. You haven't even made it 5 feet away before you hear him say three. Before his foot steps are sounding behind you. And all you can think is.

It's going to be a long night.

#skz smut #skz fic #skz bang chan #bang chan #bang chan smut #im not a writer #help i did it again...#stray kids smut #dom bangchan #brat y/n #dom chan

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years ago

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Necromancer Oh, Necromancer

Taglist: @keffirinne @howl-fantasies @flaysthings

I paced my apartment for a few minutes, anxiously anticipating Ivy's arrival. I fiddled with the note in my hand, choosing to hide it under the fruit bowl on the table. I wouldn't open it, this was Victor's mail. He might tolerate me, but I didn't want to risk it, besides I respected him too much to commit a small-time federal crime like this. I'd deliver the note by hand. But that would have to wait, mystery child would have to wait.

"Somebody looks nervous" Ivy mused, suddenly appearing behind me.

What was it with me not hearing people come in today? The shit with Butch and Tabby really had me fucked up, but it was a necessary evil.

"Cut to the chase Ivy, I may literally have all week, but I'd prefer if we got this over with. Believe it or not, my life doesn't revolve around when you decide to blackmail me."

"Fine, I'll make it quick. Pack your bags, were needed in Central City."

Central city, my brother had a friend there I believe. He'd yet to introduce Thea or me, but this wasn't a social visit. I'm sure Ivy won't let me out of her sight once we get there. I packed my things quickly, leaving the note hidden from possible intruders. I wasn't stupid, people broke into my apartment even when they knew I wasn't home. Nobody in Gotham had a sense of personal space. Car rides with Ivy were miserable, but I put on my music to drown out my own thoughts.

When I woke, we were outside a warehouse. It looked so concrete and impersonal, nothing like the places I usually met Ivy in. It reminded me of somewhere from my childhood, somewhere distant I couldn't quite place. But it didn't give me a good feeling. I quickly exited the car, not wanting to wait for her word. She wasn't a very patient person; it was a childlike quality of hers.

The people inside were scientist. They had distinct white lab coats and the whole place smelt of Lysol and chlorine.

"If you had all these scientist Ivy, why do you need me?" I asked annoyed.

She paused, stopping dramatically in our path.

"I'm sorry, is little miss sunshine complaining about her free trip out of the city?"

"Kidnapping is not a vacation Ivy. And I'm serious, I don't like this- this place. It creeps me out."

"You've slept in Victor Zsasz house before, and you're creeped out by a lab?"

"Victor would t hurt me; I don't know these people. Most scientist, even with the best intentions, fuck things up. I doubt your pals in there are good people if they're helping you."

"That what does that say about you, My sweet Magnolia?"

I scoffed, pushing past her and making my way to an empty table on the side of the room. I threw my stuff down and vaulted myself onto it. I watched as Ivy interested the men. Some of them looked like hungry animals, eyeing her up and down. Others look absolutely terrified of her. I was brought back to reality when one of the men approached me.

"You must be the subject she brought us."

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. Miss Pepper told us you were special, wanted us to run some tests. Said you could help our cause."

"And what exactly is your cause? If I'm gonna be a guinea pig, it better be worth it."

"Miss Pepper didn't tell you, she said you were happy to help?"

"Let me ask you something-"

"Mason."

"Mason. Does Ivy seem like the type to ask nicely to you? Do I look like I want to be here? Does this look of confusion on my face indicate to you in any way that I have a single clue what is going on right here, right now? No, it doesn't. Well, would you look at that. Humour me for a second, and fill a girl in."

His face flushed red with embracement.

"Oh, well umm, its kind of a long story, But miss Pepper and our boss both need help resurrecting something."

"Yeah, Ivy said that to. My question, why is everyone dancing around this "Something" I have no say in this, it's not like I'm just gonna walk away when I find out what it is."

"It- his name is Grodd. Gorilla Grodd."

"I was brought here to resurrect a damn Gorilla?!?!" I screamed.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to stare at me. Ivy glared from across the room. I glared right back. I took a deep breath calming myself.

"Why?"

"Why what?" "Why are we brining an animal back to life? It must be important if this many people have been brought in for the job."

"He's not just any Gorilla, he has telepathy. He can control Minds. He's also the leader of all talking Gorillas."

"Oh, is that all? No big deal. Just necromancing an evil talking, Mind-controlling Gorilla, for unknown reason. Easy peasy."

"You don't seem thrilled."

"Really Mason? I don't? How ya guess? Is it the fear in my eyes, or are you just happy to see me? No if you excuse me, I'm gonna go bash my had into the wall until I figure out how I'm supposed to do this."

If it was an option, I'd kill Ivy. Nobody has ever made me this mad before. I wasn't even this Mad at Slade when he killed my mother. Of course, I was adopted, but I didn't care any less for Moira then my siblings did. Hell, I was in the family for about as long as Oliver disappeared for. I walked over to Ivy, pulling her asside.

"Problem?" She asked, a smug look on her face.

"Why didn't you just tell me what I was actually here for? Don't you think you can trust me at this point?"

"Toying with you is half the fun Blossom. You're just so gullible. It's what I like about you."

"Why are we doing it?"

"Why do you want to know."

"Because I sacrafied a lot to get my ass here Ivy, and I swear to God, if this was all for some silly stupid Gorilla, I am going to burn your fucking green house to dust."

Not gonna lie, it would be easy to call my bluff on that one. I could never consciously kill that many plants. But it had to be something she cared about, and Other than Selena, she didn't care for much. That's why she was practically untouchable. Ivy didn't have any of those pesky human connection getting in her way. I'm sure she'd even kill Selena if it came down to it.

She grabebd me by the throat and pulled me close.

"Don't ever threaten me like that again little rose bud, or I'll use you as fertilizer."

"Yeah, and Y/N will torture your ass before Victor kills you."

"I'm not stupid, I heard they broke up. Mommy and Daddy won't come to save you this time."

"Fine." I growled.

She let go.

"What I need from Grodd, is none of your business. Do your part, and I'll let you leave her unscathed."

I wasn’t sure what rush of confidence came over me, but I was fed up with her at this point. The way her was exhausting and I really wasn’t excited about being used as a science experiment. I was lucky nobody else in Gotham knew about my blood disorder, that could get bad very quickly. It was something only my brother knew about, he never told Thea or Mom, and he made me swear to never explore it. It was better if I was just “normal”. I grabbed Ivy by the wrist as she turned to leave.

“I do this for you, you stop threatening the people I care about.” I said.

She smirked, that annoying sickly sadistic smirk. It nearly rivales Y/N’s.

“You don’t make the demands here Petal.” The nickname fell off her tongue with sharp malice. “Bring my friend back, and we’ll discuss the terms of what I decide to let you do with the rest of your useless life.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Useless? You need me? Why else would you have worked so hard to get me here. If you could have picked anyone else, you would have. If you really thought I was useless, you would have killed me our first meeting. Yet you keep dragging me around, why is that Ivy?”

“You mean nothing to me Blossom, just a means to an end, remember that.”

She walked away, leaving me there seething. My body was shaking from the amount of rage I had. I swore I’d rip off her head if it wouldn’t upset Selena. That poor girl had been through enough. And I didn’t need Bruce seeing me as a killer.

The week had passed quickly, it was almost impossible to keep up with time at this point. The scientists didn’t go home, they just switched shifts. I had given more blood then I ever have in my entire life and they rand test after test. Poking and prodding and Grodd and I. Though I envied the Gorilla, at least he couldn’t feel anything they were doing to him.

Maybe I didn’t know much about telepathic Gorillas, but I did know one thing for sure. When you’re dead, you’re dead. I’d only ever brought my plants back to live before, and that bird that hit my window that one time. But I didn’t understand how it worked. My blood just healed things, loving things. My plays roots still clung to life, when normal methods wouldn’t have revived the flowers. And the bird was freshly dead, neck snapped just moments before he sprung back to life in my hands. This Grodd, how long had he been gone?

Could my blood work on humans? Perhaps it was why I healed so quickly all those times I’d been kidnapped. Between Gotham and Star city, I didn’t have the best track record. The latter being because my family was important. Maybe that’s why Bruce was always being taken from Alfred, he has money, status. He was important. But in Gotham, I was none of those things. Yes I still managed to always wind up in situations like this. It was frustrating.

After the second week I’d grown home sick. Something I hadn’t expected at all. All this time in Gotham and I never wanted to go back to the Mansion. Of course I missed my brother and sister, but I didn’t have any friends back there. I was the weird adopted kid, who’s brother went missing and mom was murdered. But now, now I missed Oswald’s cooking. I missed Victors stupid jokes about kills, and Y/N scolding him in French just because he couldn’t understand. I missed my quiet time alone in my room, reading the books Bruce would send to me. I missed annoying Jim and Harvey.

The pain from the tests didn’t even bother me anymore. It was dull, something I could handle. Ivy grew more frustrated as time went on, but I knew we were getting closer I could feel it. I could feel him. Gorilla Grodd felt more like a tangible being now. Like he wasn’t some myth, despite his body being right before me, I had no proof he wasn’t simply a normal gorilla. Yet somehow I could feel a presence.

By the third week, we’d cracked it. Everyone was exhausted but it would work, it had to work. Grodd was large, so it took a lot of my blood to pump through his veins. And so we waited, let the machines do the work, until his body kicked in on its own. And when it did, I could feel it. I don’t know why I was surprised. I always felt connected to my plants, they were like little parts of me. And the bird, I felt connected to him, but it was so small. So minuscule it seemed almost like I was imagining it. I could hear him before he woke.

“Human.” A voice echoed.

I may have been tried, but I wasn’t stupid. I remained nonchalant, if he wanted everyone to know he was awake he would. I looked down at my hands, trying my best to clear my thoughts. It sounded stupid, but I read in one of my books once, it was helpful to think slow and clear in the presence of mind readers. That is of course if you wanted them to understand you.

“You’re awake.”

“I am. I can feel you.” He stated.

I tried not to react. It was odd having this new connection confirmed.

“I suppose it’s because there’s a lot of me in you right now. You haven’t produced any of your own blood yet.”

I was surprised I’d picked up on that so quickly. I mean I was a biologist, but I studied in the plant division. But science just made sense to me. And “magic” is just science that can’t be explained yet. Not that I believed I was magic, most likely just cursed.

"I have died." He stated it was plain, void of emotion.

It made me sad somehow. Up until now, he was just a Gorilla, a body that had already passed on. there wasn't much to be sad about, I didn't know the nature of his passing or anything about him. But hearing him talk now, made him real. It made him metaphorically human. And I couldn't help but wonder what he saw and if he felt anything.

"You seem sad Human."

I visibly frowned. I don't know what personality I was expecting, being someone Ivy would want to associate herself with, I expected more hostility.

"Nobody told me how you died."

I didn't know it was possible for my voice to sound smaller in my own head.

"Good Human." He declared.

I scrunched my face in confusion.

"Nice Human."

Grodd finally decided to open his eyes, moving on the cold table to turn to look at me. His movements were sluggish, but I assumed that was just a minor side effect of being brought back. The scientist rushed into the room, immediately trying to prod him. He squirmed uncomfortably, but despite his large stature, he wasn't at full strength yet.

"Humans, hurt Grodd." His voice sounded like shouting in my head.

I got off the cold sterile table I had been on as well, undoing the straps and ripping the tubbing out of my arm. he had enough blood to sustain himself now, he would theoretically no longer need mine. And that was just a risk I would have to take. The world spun for a moment when I stood but I composed myself.

"Stop!" I shouted.

I tried to push some of the scientists away.

"Give him some room!" I begged.

I pushed the last of the scientists out of the way and stood in front of him defensively. I did not do all this work to bring him back, just for them to push him past his limit and kill him right away.

"Give him time, he needs to adjust," I explained.

One of the lead scietists scoffed.

"And what do you know of science, little girl?" He spat.

"This may not be my field of expertise, but what I do know is when a living creature is hurting. I did not bring him back just so you could hurt him." I hissed.

I heard the familiar click of heels, and a tsk fall from Ivy's mouth.

"Well... well. well, look who's finally awake. And what do we have here Little Magnolia?"

"Ivy-" She held up her hand, silencing me.

"You said you would cooperate." "And I have been, but-"

"I will track down, Tabitha, and Butch and I'll tell Jim about our little arrangement. Do you think he'll be able to look at you again after all you've done little flower? Do you think Tabby and Butch would forgive you for leading them on, and then leading them to their deaths?"

"Don't you dare touch them!" "Then step away from the gorilla, your part in this is done. Go home."

It was tempting to believe if I just left without a fight, she'd actually let me go. But I knew better. She'd call me back the second she needed me for something else. I looked back a Grodd, he watches the situation with careful calculation.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Ivy Smiled.

"Your heart is bigger than I gave you credit for. But your mind is still foolish."

"That's rich coming from someone who was a literal child just months ago." I snared in my mind.

Grodd seemed to have collected this information.

"Leave Magnolia, this is your last warning."

I looked back at the gorilla once more.

"Don't let her trick you, she's quite deceptive. I don't wish to see you dead on that table again." I warned.

Ivy seemed to have picked up on our silent conversion, and she wasn't happy about it. I'm sure she thought we were conspiring against her. I tangle of leaves suddenly wrapped itself around my limbs. The vines snaked around my body and pulled me upwards toward the ceiling. I was hanging, by my feet now. Ivy stood before me.

"You really don't know how to listen."

She held my chin between her thumb and forefinger, gripping tightly.

"I don't want you to hurt him."

She laughed in my face, squeezing me tighter.

"When will you understand Sweet Magnolia, I do not care what you want." The vines tightened around my limbs, thorns digging into my flesh. I hissed out in pain.

"Protect human?" Grodd asked.

"Don't" I warned.

"Stop communicating with my Pet." Ivy proclaimed.

"I thoguht you said he was a friend." "Oh, he will be, once he realises we have a common goal. But until then-"

She motioned for the scientist to approach Grodd. I assumed their plan was to try to tranquilise the beast. I could see the fear in his eyes. The vines wrapped tighter into me now, tight enough to draw blood.

"Don't fight, she'll only hurt you more," I advised.

"Human bleeding."

"I'm fine-"

"I asked you to stop that! You know your eyes go glossy when he's in your head right. That's how you know his compulsions working. Strange, how strong his reach is considering he just woke up. Imagine how much could do at full strength. I'll give you one last chance Magnolia leave, and tell no one about this, or stay, and I'll make Grodd run all of our little experiments on your mind, and yours alone. Do you think you're strong enough or that? Or do you think you'd finally crack?"

The smile on her face was disgusting.

"I'm sorry," I said out loud.

Grodd seemed to understand the apology was for him, as he finally tipped fighting off the scientist and let them inject him. But Ivy seemed to fall for the apology as well.

"Good girl." She gently tapped my face with her palm.

She moved the vines so I was pulled down right in front of her once more.

"And remember, you tell anyone about this little field trip, I'll know. And I'll take great pleasure in ripping you apart and using you for fertiliser."

"I won't" I swore plainly.

She finally let the veins go, I dropped to the floor. A huff of air left my lungs as the wind was knocked out of me. I looked back at Grodd one more time to see him trying to fight off the tranquillizer.

"Sleep," I said softly.

I thought a lot about Grodd on the train ride home. despite the distance, it still felt as though I was right there beside him. I could feel his fear, his rage. I still felt the sting of Ivy's vines. Poison, I suspected, as I felt the wound pulsate gently under my touch. I thought about everyone back in Gotham. How would they respond to my absence? I'd been without my phone since I left it in my apartment.

When I got home, I was surprised to see my apartment still intact. I assumed someone would have torn it apart by now. But it seemed as if nothing was moved from its place. It felt odd. But it eas nice to be out of the immediate grasp of Ivy Pepper. I despised her almost more than my brother despised Slade Wilson.

AN: Alright, I wrote and publish the next chapter before this one, so this picks up with "Home, Sweet Home." Will write about the mystery girl in the next chapter. Thank you all so much for showing my characters so much love!

#maggie #magnolia blossom #ivy pepper #poison ivy #gotham #gotham imagine #gotham oc #arrowverse #arrowverse oc #gorilla grodd

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years ago

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The Adventures of Silvertongue and Olive

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Warnings: alcohol. Loki being a sassy bitch.

2 - Thor, the little brother

"Are you drunk?", laughed Thor when his brother approached him with yet another of his weird questions. "Of course ghosts aren't real, Loki. Those were bedtime stories I'd tell you".

"No, I know, I know", Loki brushed it off. He had to raise his voice. If the place wasn't already loud enough, Thor would interrupt his conversation every ten seconds to join a drunken attempt of a choir, and leave halfway through. "Are you drunk?".

"Haven't you heard? We're celebrating!".

"What exactly? Another one of your hauntings gone finally fine?".

"I'm ignoring your meaningness. We're…".

"I'm sorry", interrupted Loki with a chuckle, "what?".

"I haven't told you yet".

"My… Meaningness?".

"Yeah, you, being mean".

"My Gods", he muttered, "there is no way you won by fairness in all of those written competitions. What were you celebrating then, pray tell?".

"Oh… you should dress up better, brother. We have guests coming… they're… arriving… at some time", he slurred, already looking like he had a few dozens of extra glasses of mead.

"Guests? What guests? When?", asked impatiently. "What do you…? Forget it, I'm asking Mother".

"No!", he laid Mjölnir on Loki's foot, to stop him from leaving. Loki complained loudly. "You mustn't tell Mother I've told you that! It's supposedly a secret for us!!".

"Why do you know it, then? And could you take this thing off my foot, for Norns' sake?!".

"Because!", he exclaimed. "Because I didn't hear from them, silly kid", spat Thor. His brother rolled his eyes and tried to leave, once again, failing.

"Alright, call me silly kid again and I'm making an illusion of you naked in the middle of this greasy tavern".

"Joke's on you, brother! Half these ladies want it and half these men fear it!".

"With this cold climate…? Barefoot on this snow, Thor? I could be very imaginative if I wanted to".

"Don't dare! Don't dare ruin my honor!".

"Your hon…? You really are basic".

Thor took his hammer off Loki's foot with a look of disdain, and offered him a glass of mead. Loki shook his head.

"Think it twice, you might need it", Thor sighed, and Loki raised his eyebrows. "The princess of Vanaheim is coming. She and her whole family. You know how the rest goes".

"Oh Gods", muttered Loki, looking away. Suddenly, he wanted that glass of mead more than anything. To drown on it, especially. "Marriage".

"Yeah. And guess who's gonna have to marry the girl?".

"Damn. I really wanted them to have an only son, so I'd be able to mock you endlessly the way you do it with me".

"I'm not like you, brother".

"Would you have any choice, even then?".

"I guess… not… Look, my head already hurts enough now, can't imagine how I'll be tomorrow, when they arrive".

"Then I suggest you stop drinking", said Loki while discreetly pouring a stronger beverage on his brother's glass. "You might die if you keep drinking like this".

"Like that's not exactly what you want from me!", he pouted, pointing at him menacingly. Loki scoffed.

"Alright, someone's had a bit too much now. I'm taking you home".

"Don't dare! He's going to kill me, everybody! Don't let them take me away!", cried Thor, drunk to the bone. Everyone around him just laughed. This wasn't an unusual scene.

Loki walked him to the doors of his chambers, helping him by the shoulder. Thor was barely able to walk, let alone find his keys. Loki opened the door with magic, hoping Thor wouldn't notice he knew how to do it. He didn't.

"You're the bigger one, I'm not the one supposed to take care of you out of the pub".

"Then don't".

"Good", he nodded, letting go of his grasp and throwing him into the floor. "Better?".

"Much better, now leave", said Thor, still laid on the floor like a wet mop.

"Leaving right now".

"And don't dare help me up".

"I'm not".

Loki left. Thor remained on the floor, unable to remember how to get up. He slept like that.

Before breakfast, Loki could see his brother looking empty, with completely hollow eyes on the table.

Him, on the other hand, had slept better than fine. In fact, he had slept so well and so soundly, he dreamed three different dreams. Although, there was no perfect mood for putting up with his brother's crap. He tried, nonetheless.

"How are you?", asked Loki, sitting by Thor's side. His cup was filled with a foul-smelling beverage and his face was marked with the floor's woods.

"I'm perfectly fine".

"Do you realize that everytime you say you're fine when you're on the verge of a breakdown, your words mean less each time?".

"I'm in no mood for your…", said Thor slowly, and stopped on his words. His eyes crystalised. Loki rolled his eyes and patted his back, making sure nobody else was watching this nonsense unfold. Thor started crying loudly, and Loki thanked the Norns the only people around were the maids and cooks -who were already used to Thor's hangovers-. "I just… I've been waiting my whole life for this and now that it's getting here I'm supposed to actually do this other thing and I…".

"Oh dearest brother. Shut the Hel up".

"I…", Thor sniffed. "What?".

"You're crying like a baby because you'll have a Queen by your side? What? You didn't really think Father would approve you, oaf of a Prince, to actually rule nine realms by yourself?", Loki said, and noticing how harshly it came out, tried to soften his tone. "Look. We both know well the only reason you're winning with advantage over me it's because they hate me, not because they want you to be King. It doesn't mean they're not proud of you, it only means you're incompetent and they like you anyway".

"Is this your way of comforting…?".

"Yes. And I'm just speaking the truth. Think what you want. Cry if you want to, just, acknowledge this is for your own good. Besides, who knows? Maybe you'll fall for her".

"My problem is not if I'll fall for her or not, I don't care about that. My problem is…".

"I'm sorry, you must have thought my how are you meant that I really care, but I really don't. Put yourself together. Drink that vomit and try not to puke all over breakfast".

Thor didn't say anything for a few minutes, but Loki stayed by his side anyway.

"You're a terrible brother".

"You're welcome".

Thor smiled softly, patted his little brother on the back, and then downed the cup in three gulps.

Their mother made a dramatic entrance through the gates, opening them abruptly. Her cape and hair fluttered behind her.

"You two!", she beamed. "What on the Realms are you still doing in your robes?".

"Mother", they both said, getting up. She approached them faster and touched Thor's back, making his red cape appear.

"You, Loki, go get something… less", pointed at him. Loki scoffed.

"Less what?".

"Less".

"Would you rather I go naked?".

"Now, don't get all smart with me. You're wearing basically pure gold. This is about your brother's coronation. Go less flamboyant".

"Loki is not wearing any fire, Mother", intervened Thor. Loki suppressed a laugh.

"It means ostentatious. Exuberant", said Frigga.

"Fancy-pants, hotter than you", added Loki. Frigga slapped the back of his head.

"Go for the black and green suit you got last year. Maybe without a cape".

"The all-leather one? Oh yeah, that won't look exuberant at all", said Thor rolling his eyes.

"You have an hour, go get ready. Both of you".

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apocalypseornaw · 4 years ago

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Warm Up

You tend to run cold at night. Dean offers to help.

For the square "First kiss" on @girl-next-door-writes make me feel bingo. This is 100% fluff

You loved the bunker. Having one place to call home and come back to was the best feeling but there was no denying some nights you just couldn't get warm. The heat worked well enough and the boys never complained so you just chalked it up to only being you.

It was the middle of January so that meant you were curled wearing thick socks, a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve henley but you were still cold. The boys had already went to bed so you wrapped your blanket around your shoulders to venture to the kitchen in search of tea or coffee to warm you up.

You stepped into the darkened room and jumped despite yourself when Dean said "What are you doing up?" You flicked the light on to reveal him sitting at the table nursing a beer with a slight smirk on his face. He was wearing a white t-shirt and his hotdog sleep pants. "I'm just getting some tea" you replied but he looked at your blanket with a raised eyebrow "Heat not working in your room?" You shrugged walking over to the cabinet where the tea and cups were "Just can't seem to get warm"

He remained silent while you went about starting the tea kettle and fixing your tea bag in your mug. "Do you know where the honey is?" You asked without turning but was surprised when he reached over your head to one of the upper cabinets. You glanced up at him and could feel your face threatening to warm at the close proximity especially when you realized you'd turned into him but the warmth from his body was radiating even through the blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

"Thanks" you muttered when he handled you the vial of honey. "You're welcome" he smiled then cut his eyes at your blanket "Can I?" You saw it had slipped down but hadn't realized it so you nodded. He gently pulled the blanket back up around your shoulders tucking it around. "You're really warm" you blurted out and kicked yourself when a grin spread across his face. "Well I've been called hot but somehow you calling me warm feels like a bigger compliment"

The sound of the kettle whistling made you turn back around. You fixed your tea to your liking trying to ignore Dean's presence at your back. When you started to walk out he grabbed your arm "Why don't you take my room for tonight? We'll check the heat in your room tomorrow" you shook your head "I'm not running you out of your room Dean" "And I'm going to bed knowing you're cold" he retorted so without even thinking before you spoke yet again you offered "Why don't I just sleep in there with you?"

When the words hit your ears you tried to backtrack. While it was true you'd had a thing for Dean for some time and even true the two of you had shared sleeping quarters he'd never shown more than a friend level of interest in you although your crush had seemed to amp up since moving into the bunker. He stopped your rambling by putting a hand up. "Sounds good to me. We can both get a good night's sleep and I promise to be a gentleman" he turned the light off then reached out to make sure your blanket was tucked firmly "Come on you little burrito. Let's see if we can thaw you out"

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You followed Dean into his room sipping on the tea and hoping he couldn't hear your heart in your ears. He stopped inside and scratched at the back of his neck "Um which side do you normally sleep on?" "Doesn't matter to me" you all but whispered. He nodded then motioned to the bed "in that case you take the left side it's directly under the vent"

You walked over to that side and set your cup down then looked back at him to see he was already climbing under his blanket and looking at you expectantly "Do you want to just cover with your blanket then I'll add mine on top of yours?" You nodded and slowly climbed into the bed and got your blanket straightened over you and him.

Dean was sitting halfway up and was smiling slightly "What?" You asked suddenly self conscious but he simply shook his head "You know you're cute when you're nervous" "I'm not nervous" you replied a little too quickly.

"Right" he drawled pulling his blanket over you as well before laying down next to you. You stared up in those green eyes and felt a shiver run through you that was only partly due to the cold. He studied you for a second before saying "Um I can sleep closer to you. If you want I mean. It'll warm you up?" You knew you should just say thanks but not thanks yet when your mouth started moving it instead said "Sure"

He nodded and said "turn over on your side" you did as he said and felt him scoot up behind you, your back pressed against his chest. He slid an arm around your waist to pull you closer then spoke softly into your ear "Is this ok?" You didn't really trust your voice at the moment so you nodded, barely getting out "Yeah it's fine" "Good. Get some sleep" you figured it would be a case of easier said than done but the warmth of Dean that close lulled you right to sleep

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You woke up the next morning still in the same position you'd fell asleep in. You could feel Dean's breath on the back of your neck and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. If you were being honest you could lay there forever and be content but a knock at the door pulled your attention to it and made Dean stir behind you "What?" He called out and you heard Sam's voice "Have you seen Y/N? She's not in her room but her car's still here"

He chuckled and leaned up to whisper in your ear "Should I tell him you're in here or make him keep looking?" You shook your head with a smile and spoke loudly enough Sam could hear "I'm in here Sam" "Oh um I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm gonna go start some breakfast" you could hear his footfalls as he quickly retreated down the hall despite you trying to stop him by calling him back to clear up the confusion.

You realized the other half of the bed was shaking so you turned to see Dean was laughing that hard. "It's not funny!" You laughed and he shrugged "Kind of funny, especially considering the reason I was up late was thinking over how to ask you out" you dropped any semblance of a smile as you went to climb out the bed only to be dragged back by a set of strong arms.

"Are you make fun of me Dean?" You asked glaring up at him as best as you could given the fact that your heart felt like it may burst from your current position. He shook his head with an earnest smile " I've been trying to figure out a way then I figured how better than to save you from hypothermia?" You rolled your eyes at the hypothermia comment but let his words sink in.

"Ok. On two conditions" you said after a moment and he raised his eyes to look at you "Which are?" "I can sleep in here on cold nights" "of course" "and you have got to kiss me before we get out this bed. I mean I want to know what I'm signing up for and if a man can get your motor running from a kiss you know when sex comes into the equation it'll be good"

He seemed partially amused and partially challenged by your words. He nodded then leaned down to gently brush his lips against yours in a lingering kiss. You deepened the kiss by tugging him closer. When you licked into his mouth rolling your tongue against his he let out a groan and turned over onto his back pulling you on top of him. His large hands held you in place as he kissed down your jaw and left a trail of open mouth kisses across your neck.

When the two of you pulled away from each other you were both a bit breathless. "So does this mean we're trying this whole thing?" He asked and you nodded "If that first kiss is any indication we should've been trying this thing"

Dean tag: @akshi8278

@girl-next-door-writes

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #girl next doors make me feel bingo

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jjmaybanksbaby · 4 years ago

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer I

Part 01: Pick Me Up, No Headlights

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summary: It’s your first summer in the Outer Banks.

a/n: I'm so so so excited to introduce my new obx series! This whole thing is based off the song Style by Taylor Swift (which I'm sure you've picked up on lol!) This series is going to be about Rafe during HS so Summer I = the summer before 9th grade and so on and so forth. Enjoy!!

word count: 2k

The Outer Banks was a little bit like a fantasy. The way your mom talked about growing up under the North Carolina heat with her fearless twin brother, Austin, the decades-long feud between the Kooks and the Pogues, the endless summers, it all felt like a movie. There was a specific smile that snuck onto her face when she talked about the place. Their parents had moved away from OBX to the mountains while she was still in college and she’d never been back. Last September, her father's health had taken a turn for the worse and he passed away rather unexpectedly. Your uncle had suggested to your grandmother that she should move back to the Outer Banks since she was also so happy there. To the shock of everyone and your Nonna bought a house on Figure Eight, just a street over from the home your mother been raised in, and moved back to NC.

You’d flown into the tiny Outer Banks airport two days after the Fourth of July and, so far the sky had stayed crystal blue the entire week you’ve been there. It had been great to have some time with your grandmother all to yourself. The house on Figure Eight was huge; you definitely understood why she’d asked your mother if she would spare one of her three daughters to keep her company for the summer. Having the echoing house all to herself sounded glum. Your older sister was spending the summer in Italy for a college-writing program and since you know how to weaponize your middle child charm, you talked your mom into sending you to OBX rather easily.

“Nonna,” you called down, leaning over the balcony at the top of the stairs. “I can’t find my sandals and I don’t have any other shoes to wear to the Club for lunch.”

Your grandmother walked into the foyer and looked up at you. “y/n you know I can’t understand you when you yell from upstairs.” She turned around and walked back into the kitchen. You sighed under your breath careful that she didn’t hear you since you’d gotten in trouble for doing that yesterday.

Your mother use to complain about the way that her mom always felt the need to act - and have her children act - so posh during her childhood but those stories seemed so strange to you. Like a Nonna from a past life, not the one you knew. However, it seemed the Outer Banks had reignited her need to act sophisticated all the time.

You double-check your appearance in the mirror and then resigned to searching the downstairs of the house for your shoes.

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Nonna was busy making small talk with some of the other ladies at the Club after lunch but you were antsy to get back to the beach while the sun was still at its peak. You had had all the polite smiling and nodding you could take in an afternoon.

“I’m gonna- ” you pointed in the direction of the Club bathrooms and your Nonna waved her hand dismissively. You turned on your heel and headed away from her and the others.

You pushed open the door and was surprised at the quietness. You double-checked under all the stalls to make sure no one else was in there before sitting on the counter and resting the back of your head against the mirror. You knew you were probably smudging the glass but you needed a minute from all it.

It wasn’t that you weren’t totally in love with the Outer Banks. It was just that your mom seemed to leave out the strenuously boring parts of her childhood - the small talk, the lunches, the emphasis on class. Plus, on top of that, it seems your grandfather’s death has rattled your Nonna deeper than she cared to admit and she’d become overly cautious about everything. She was keeping a much tighter leash on you than was really needed, or so you thought.

The door swung open and you jumped off the counter hoping whoever had just entered didn’t see you sitting atop it. The young girl stopped rummaging in her cross-body bag and glanced look to meet your gaze. She had on a green and white polka-doted dress and her dirty blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. She looked young, maybe 13 or 14 you guessed.

“Oh. Hi!” She said.

“Hi,” you responded. She walked over to stand next to you facing the mirror. She pulled a pink lipgloss out of her purse and ran it over her top and bottom lips before recapping it.

“Hiding out in here?” She asked. She took your moment of hesitation as an answer. “Yeah, me too. It’s by far the best hiding place. Plus my dad can’t come into the ladies' restroom so it buys me a little time.” She laughed, seemingly at the thought of her dad barging into a women’s bathroom. She looked over at you. “Not to pry but I don’t think I’ve seen at the Club before. Just visiting?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m staying with my Nonna, my grandma, for the summer. I got in last week.”

The girl smiled big. “The Outer Banks is ah-mazing. Sarah Cameron, by the way.”

Her genuineness brought a smile to your own face. “I’m so happy to meet you, Sarah. I’m y/n. I haven’t gotten to meet a lot of other kids yet.”

“I’m not really supposed to know this but my brother talks obnoxiously loud on the phone so it’s really not my fault for eavesdropping, but there’s a beach bonfire tonight down at the cove...it’s a Kook party spot.” She clarified after seeing the confusion on my face. “I’m sure he’d be cool with you tagging along.” Sarah reached into her bag and held out her phone. “Put your number in. I’ll pass it along to him.”

“Thank you so much,” you said, your heart feeling warmed by this girl's kindness.

“Yeah, of course,” she stepped forward and wrapped you in an unexpected hug before she exited, leaving the door swinging in her wake.

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Your phone rang with an unknown number that afternoon around five, just after you’d gotten back from the beach. You answered the call and tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you finished rinsing off your sandy feet.

Sarah’s voice filled the speaker. “Hey y/n, so I told Rafe about you and asked about the party. He said he’ll pick you at 10. Okay? Text me your address so I can give it to him.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay! Umm...one question Sarah. What do I wear to this bonfire?” You asked.

A friendly laughed echoed through the phone. “Put your bikini under a sweatshirt and some short. You’ll be fine.”

“Um also one more thing,” You said.

“Sure!” Sarah replied.

“I think don’t think my Nonna would be too thrilled about me going to this party so could you ask Rafe to turn off the headlights when he get’s here. She sleeps on the first floor and I’m trying not to get caught sneaking out.”

“Trust me, I know.” You wondered how much 13-year old could possibly know about sneaking out but Sarah was becoming your one friend on the island so you just went with it.

“Thank you Sarah. I owe you.”

“I think you’re gonna get along with Rafe great. Okay, talk to you later. Bye y/n!” The phone beeped as Sarah ended the call. You slipped it back into your beach bag and grabbed your towel off the ground, feeling grateful for your new friend.

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Rafe had shown up at 10:03, a text from another unknown number appeared on your phone announcing his arrival. You'd climbed out of your second-story window and down the attached porch with a surprising amount of ease, only slipping once.

You'd opened the door to the black car and slipped into Rafe’s passenger seat, slight of breath.

Rafe chuckled light. "Hi," he said.

You glanced over, your eyes locking with yours and words escaped you. So Sarah has forgotten to mention her brother was hot. Like the kind of hot girls always giggled about when they passed him in the school hallway. The kind of hot he could probably get away with murder if he just flashed the cops a smile.

That same deadly smile was spreading across his face now. His tongue darted out of his mouth wetting his bottom lip.

"Hi," you squeaked out.

Rafe shifted the car into drive, still refusing to break the eye contact first.

"Should we go?" You asked, your nerves no less unsettled.

Rafe raised his eyebrow conspicuously before turning his head back to focus on the road.

The tension was already killing you and you'd spent less than five minutes together. That was the first moment you realized what Rafe was going to do to your life.

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Your phone pinged as you say around the little bone fire listening to the others talking about the Fourth. You were slowly starting to piece together the names and faces of the other Kooks Rafe had introduced you to.

There was Cole, Milo and Sawyer, who seemed to be Rafe's best friends. Cleo and Riley who welcomed you rather warmly. And Phoebe who had kept her eyes on you all-night in a threatening way that you had tried your best to brush off.

You pulled your phone out of your shorts pocket to see a text from Rafe on the screen.

'Wanna head out?'

You glanced at Rafe to find his eyes already trained at you. You read his text again before nodding your head yes at him.

You turned to Cleo sitting next to you. "It was nice to meet you. I think Rafe and I are gonna go."

"Oh, yeah okay!" She replied. "Wait," she pulled her own phone out of her pocket. "Put your number in. I'll add you to all our group chats. Rafe made it seem like you're gonna be around this summer so you're welcome to hang with us anytime!"

"Yeah, I'm here through August!" You said, smiling at Cleo's offer, taking the phone from her hand.

While you were typing your number into Cleo's phone, Rafe had materialized behind you.

"Thank you so much," you said handing Cleo back her phone.

"Of course!" Cleo replied, her eyes shifting away from your face to look up at Rafe. "Bye Rafe."

"See you later Cleo," he said. "Ready?" He asked looking down at you.

"Hmmhmm," you said before standing up, waving bye to the rest of the group and following Rafe back to his parked car.

"I didn't have anything to drink tonight," Rafe said as you settled into the passenger seat next to him.

"Okay," you replied, thinking back on the night but not remembering Rafe with a solo cup in his hand ever.

"Okay," he repeated back. "I just want to make sure you knew. I wouldn't ever do something that could hurt you."

"Okay," you said again, trying not to read to deep into his comment.

"What you'd think of everyone?" He asked.

"They're nice," you offered. "Different from friends back home."

"Oh, well I hope you'd keep hanging out with me...with us" he paused, quickly correcting himself.

You glanced at Rafe out of the corner of your eye, "Yeah, okay. That sounds good."

"Cool." Rafe said.

His hand on the gear shift twitched, moving the slightest inch closer toward you. You swore you could feel him wanting to grab your hand, to interlaced his fingers with yours but he didn't. His hand stayed in place, his eyes on the road watching as the headlights of the car on the opposite side of the two- lane road grew closer and closer.

Your eyes grew suddenly big with panic and Rafe looked at you with fear written all over his face as you both realized the car was plowing down the wrong side of the street. It was on your side of the road and it was going to hit you.

Rafe frantically spun the wheel trying to avoid the oncoming car but there wasn't enough time.

Your body flew forward on impact before the resistance of the seatbelt caused you to snap back. You felt Rafe’s hand hold onto yours as your eyelids closed and the world faded to black.

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crashdevlin · 3 years ago

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Another Second Chance 18- Therapy

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n finds herself a new house and Misha is determined to make it a huge project.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 2993

Story Warnings: past cheating, mentions of FFM threesome, not much in this one

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“It’s pretty, right?” I ask, looking around the open concept of the first floor of this $350,000 house.

“Kitchen’s kinda outdated,” Jensen says, pointing at the fridge. “I mean, that fridge has gotta be from when you were in high school.”

“I could buy new appliances, Jay. Get a natural gas stove set up. Install some cabinet pulls, because I’m not a really big fan of this whole lack of elements.” I gesture at the cabinets. “Probably stain it a little darker to go against the flooring. But it’s pretty, right?”

Jay smiles. “Yeah. It’s pretty...and it’s about twice as big as the one you’ve been living in. Which is what you need.”

“Yeah. Walk-in closet in the master, too. It’ll be a good place to put the security hub.”

“Or you could put the security hub in the closet in the den and put your clothes in the master closet,” Jay suggests, grumpy old man in his tone. "And if you're gonna update the kitchen, you gotta update the bathrooms. Get one of those-"

"I am not getting an automatic toilet!" I laugh. "No one needs that!"

"Of course no one needs it but it's freakin' awesome!"

"Okay, Dean," I tease.

"Dean would agree with me. Automatic toilet, with the bidet and the-"

"Dean Winchester would break an automatic toilet and then complain that it's a damn computer which means he can't fix it without help."

Jay laughs. "He'd still think it was cool."

"He'd be down for the heated seat. I will give you that much."

He smiles as he looks around. "So...are we looking at your new digs or what?"

I bite my bottom lip and run my hand over the granite countertop. “Shouldn’t I ask Nova's opinion? It's gonna be her home, too."

"She's a teenager. As long as she's got her own room, I'm sure she's gonna be fine." He sets his hands on my shoulders and smiles. "But you can show her pictures or bring her by before you sit down with the realtor."

I nod and smile. "It's in the right school district and a bigger room for her and for Mav and the bonus room can be an office. I really think it's the place."

"Then get it," he encourages. "Get it, Baby Girl. We can make it perfect. I'm no stranger to a little reno."

"Please," I start, laughing. "A contractor did the work on your old place. Shush."

He looks a little offended. "I helped. I painted. I installed the sink in the half bath off the kitchen."

"Fine. You can stain these cabinets for me." I wink and step away from him. I'm gonna get this house. "Come on." I walk to the foyer where the realtor is waiting and I smile at him. "Can I put in an offer now or should I wait a few hours?" He smiles brighter than the sun.

"You can make an offer anytime, Miss."

Miss. Still young enough to get 'miss'. "Good. Let's do this."

~~~~~~~~~

"Four bedroom, 2 and a half bath, 3200 square feet with an office next to the master bed. It needs some updating and work...had a contractor quote me $60,000 but that's not bad...covers new appliances, too."

"I could come down and help," Misha offers. "You know, a lot of that stuff you can DIY and I can help with most of it."

"You don't have to do that, Meesh."

"Why would I let you spend that much money on something I could help you with for a fraction of the cost?"

"Misha, you really don’t-"

"I'm not letting you tell me 'no' on this. We'll get together some manpower and get this done for you."

He's really not going to let me say 'no'. "Okay. Well, it's going to be several weeks before the paperwork is finished and all that. I'll let you know when it's mine."

"Good. I'll start looking at HGTV.com." Damn it, Misha. Don't be so extra. "And send me pictures and a floorplan so I know what I'm working with."

"Yeah, okay." Really no point in arguing. It's Misha. If I don't send him pics and a copy of the floorplan, he'll just find the house and get them himself off the internet. "I'll send it to you after my appointment tomorrow, okay?"

"Sounds good. Talk to you then."

"Bye, Meesh." I hang up and sigh. He's gonna make it this whole thing, isn't he?

His house in Washington did come out amazing, though, so he does have some skills that will help in this. Eh, why not? Why not get together with my best friend and make my new home my own?

"So, I get to see this house eventually, right?" Nova says, walking into the living room.

I smile. "Come see all these pretty pictures I took and we can speculate on what craziness Misha is gonna come up with." I pat the couch next to me and she comes over. "This is the view from the street." I start showing her the pictures and she claims a room before I've even finished the digital tour.

"Oh, and you're gonna paint the exterior, right? Like, it's pretty but it's yellow. You're gonna fix that, right?"

"Oh, I'm sure Misha isn't going to let me move into another drab house. You weren’t here the first time he showed up at this house but he had opinions about all of it. I didn't let him talk me into reno last time but this time...I don’t know...maybe this will be the forever home so…"

"It's gotta be custom!" Nova exclaims.

"Exactly."

"Can I paint my walls custom? Or get custom wallpaper done? I know that a lot of people don't like wallpaper but I've seen a few places that got it right and-"

"Yeah, baby, of course. We'll figure out something awesome for your walls." I kiss her forehead. We'll do whatever she wants for her room.

"Yay!"

I love when she's happy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's been a while since I've been in Dr. McCauliffe's office. Life has been in the way...and I guess I didn’t want her to judge me for my involvement with Jensen...which is ridiculous because she's my therapist. She's not going to judge me.

"So." She taps her pen against her clipboard. "What's new?"

"Well...I have been dating Jensen again. I know you saw that in the news."

"I saw it on Mr. Collins' Instagram, actually," she says with a smile.

"Right. The video. Forgot about it for a minute. Um, yeah, like I said in the video and Jensen said in his...spark's still there, we're giving it another chance."

"How's that feel?"

I bite my bottom lip. "Scary as Hell, honestly. I mean, but it's good. I've done pretty good with boundaries and moving slowly. You know, before...we jumped in head first and everything was this intense passion right out of the gate but this time…" I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe we've grown up, or grown old, but…"

"Have you slept with him?" she asks and it's because she knows that sex was a big issue when I was with him before. Sex was all we were supposed to be in the beginning and sex ruined us in the end. I know why she's asking but there's this...well, it's a bit intrusive, isn't it? It seems like she's judging me for being sexually active and I know that's not what it is but my whole spine goes tense when she asks.

"Yes. We dated for about a month before we started getting physical again."

“And how has that been? I don’t need details, of course, but...emotionally, how has it been to be intimate with Jensen again?”

How to answer that?

Really, how am I supposed to answer that? It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, emotionally fullfilling in a romance-novel sort of way. It’s perfect but it does have its scary moments. “Well, we’ve only actually...slept together a couple times this time. His libido is a lot less than it was. I mean, he didn’t have sex the entire time we were broken up, can you believe that?”

Dr. McCauliffe adjusts her glasses and shrugs a little. “I do not. Five years is a long time to go without sex...but you seem to believe it. That’s what matters.”

I never even questioned it. Should I have? No, because he’s been so honest about everything else. “I went years and years without sex after Nate. I believe Jensen did the same after me. He had a lot going on. He was in recovery for alcoholism. He had to be a good father and work on his career and-”

“You just got very defensive, very quickly. Why is that?”

Fuck, I don’t know. I run my hand over my mouth and shrug. “I don’t know,” I respond honestly.

“Analyze it, Y/n. Why would you get so defensive over my disbelief in what Jensen told you?”

“Because I didn’t question it,” I answer after a moment. “Because he told me that the last time he had sex, real full-penetrative sex, was the time that broke us and I didn’t really question it. I took it at face value because we’ve been doing very good about honesty with each other and what if that’s stupid? What if I’m stupid because maybe he’s lying about it and keeping stuff from me and-”

“You said he’s been very good about honesty so far, right?”

I nod. “Yeah. He’s...he admitted to stuff that I never thought he’d admit to and he apologized for stuff and he’s been open about what happened and why. He’s even been honest about little things that he would have lied about before...like I told him about Will and he Googled him. Used to be, he’d keep that kind of thing to himself, never tell me, but he admitted it without even prompting.” I chew on my bottom lip as she starts scribbling on her notes. “I believe him. It might be stupid but I believe him.”

She sets her clipboard in her lap and smiles at me. “It’s not stupid...and he’s likely changed enough that honesty is important to him. You’ve told me that his recovery has changed him. Jared’s told me the same. Now, it’s a bit hard for me to believe that he’s changed so much in the last five years that he would have abstained from sex since the last time he was with you, but...I don’t know the man, do I? You do. Jared does. If you believe him, then don’t let me change your mind.”

“I believe him. You didn’t see the way he looked at me the first time we...‘Reverent’ is the best word for it.”

“What do you think that means for you?”

I scoot back, leaning against the back of the couch. “I think he’s finally got Danneel out of his head.”

“Do you?” she asks and I hate when she asks things I don’t want to answer. “Danneel was a major roadblock in your relationship before, wasn’t she?”

“You know she was. I was so focused on giving Jensen what he wanted...Danneel...that I couldn’t see that I was what he was supposed to be wanting. I wanted to be like her, couldn’t appreciate myself. I know this stuff, Doctor.” I shift on the couch and sigh. “I don’t wanna be Danneel and I don’t want Jensen to be with her. I want Jensen to be with me...I want him to want to be with only me.” I shrug. “Seems like that’s where we are. He doesn’t even talk to her anymore. I talked to her the other day and she didn’t even know why he doesn’t talk to her anymore.”

“You talked to Danneel again?”

“Yeah. We ran into each other at a shop while I was getting Nova a new dress. It...didn’t go well. Nova was very combative with Danneel. I ended up having to...be very honest with my daughter. She knows about everything now...even the night with Danneel.”

“Oh? How’d that talk go?”

“It was...it was good to get it off my chest, actually. It was like the conversation where I told her about, about why her father and I got divorced. It’s like...It was a hard conversation but it was an important one. I don’t have to...hide things anymore and that’s a blessing. She understands why I make the decisions I make now...she understands...the betrayal was a lot deeper than she even knew. She understands that now and...maybe it’ll make us closer, but at least she knows the truth now.”

“And she’s living with you now, right?” I nod. “How did that happen? Nathan doesn’t seem the type to just allow her to do what she wants.”

I snort. “He’s definitely not, but...he fucked up with Jenny, blew up his marriage. I’m actually surprised it took her this long to realize that he was cheating on her, but whatever. Um...Nova didn’t want to be there for the destruction of his way of life and she asked if she could come to Texas. I convinced him to let her come because she didn’t need to see the parade of his affairs that Jenny would bring up. I then used those women to convince him not to fight me on custody when I refiled. It was…” I scratch at my cheek. “It was a low move, but it’s exactly the kind of move he pulled on me, convincing the judge that I was too unstable to care for her. I don’t feel bad about it, especially since she wants to be here.”

“That’s a big change...on top of other big changes.”

“Yep...and there’s more coming. Because I need more room since Nova is living with me, there will be a new home in my future."

"A new home? That's exciting."

"It is. And I am more excited about it than I am scared so that says something."

"I remember how anxious you were about your first house. I remember all the security options you went through."

"Well, security had to be heavy. I had to think about Tom and his crazy-ass fans and the crazier of Jensen’s fans and the paps. There was that one photographer in Vancouver that climbed the balcony outside the condo to get pics of me and Jay, remember?" I shiver at the memory of looking out the French doors to see a man with his camera, snapping away. So intrusive. "I'm gonna have to put up a privacy fence and a coded gate at the new place, too...and, of course, all the security cameras."

"Sounds like a big project."

"Yeah. Definitely. Not even half of it, though. Misha wants to DIY everything."

"Misha isn't your husband, Y/n," Dr. McCauliffe reminds me and I laugh.

"I think he forgets that sometimes. But there's not a lot of use in arguing with him. He's...well, he's right a lot. Like, most of the time, I mean. So, I always cave to him."

"Do you want to do a big DIY project at this new house?"

"Not at first, I didn't but...I dunno. Might be fun. I've never gotten to do that kind of project and knowing Misha, he's gonna make it fun even if it is hard work."

"Well, as long as you can maintain your work as well as this project. How is that coming along?"

"Really good, actually. We started shooting not too long ago...and I hadn't even considered that this project might be detrimental to Midsummer. I'll have to make sure that Misha knows that Midsummer comes first."

"Well, it seems like you've got things under control."

"Yeah? I was afraid you'd tell me I was...going too fast or…"

"Do you think that? You were telling me that you'd done well with boundaries and keeping things-"

"Well, I have! I mean, Jensen was talking about moving in together already and I shut that down and decided to get a bigger place...my own bigger place."

"Jensen wanted to move in with you?" She writes down something on her notes. "And you said 'no'?"

"I said 'no'," I confirm. "I was really proud of myself, Doc. Nova was proud of me, too, actually. Which was...it was interesting and new. I don’t know that she's ever been proud of me for anything and I know that it's supposed to be the other way, where I'm proud of her and I am, of course but Nova being proud of me setting these boundaries and sticking to them...it gives me hope that she'll be able to do the same in her own life, you know?"

"There's nothing wrong with feeling happy that you made your daughter proud and there's nothing wrong with hoping she's going to make different mistakes than you. She's going to do well in life if you keep making the best choices for the both of you." She sets her clipboard on her desk and smiles. "I'm proud of you, too, by the way. Six years ago, you would have jumped at living with Jensen."

"Six years ago, I did."

We finish out our session with a promise to not go so long without seeing her next time. "Mental health is about the maintenance," she reminds me as she opens her office door and walks me to the reception desk. I agree and set an appointment for six weeks out. I call Misha as I start my car, intending to tell him that Midsummer comes before the house project. I haven't even gotten a 'hello' out of my mouth when he speaks.

"I saw the pictures you sent. I have so many ideas!"

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