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tastyykpop · 3 years ago

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jeno extra filthy degradation please 😭

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Pairings: jeno x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom/sub themes, degradation, brat!reader, brat tamer!jeno, spanking, fingering, eating out, overstimulation

you were annoying

that was as simple as jeno could make it. he found you absolutely insufferable. and the countless of times you've opened your mouth to make a stupid comment was like nails on a chalkboard.

sure you were pretty and kind to others but not very much to him. you were rude, cocky, and persistent, it was your way of getting his attention. and to say it worked was an understatement, you were on jenos mind 24/7. no matter where, when, or who he was with, he could only think about you. of course, you were the same, but that's because you've had a crush on him since trainee days and almost everyone in SM knew.

jeno knew.

since you worked at SM as a stylist, it was easy to get closer to jeno and work your magic everyday. you were blatant with every touch, every shameless sentence that entailed more then it should, he couldn't quite ignore it either or tell you to shut up. seriously, it doesn't work.

you're a brat, he would say to himself, nothing more than a brat that doesn't know her place.

which in this case, he was correct.

but to him, your behavior was easy to change. he's noticed how you've drawn blanks when he interrogates you on your behavior, how you downplay your wrongs to see him try and hold back his longing to make you submit. it was a game to you clearly, but jeno wanted to beat it.

so how did you end up under jeno so soon in the practice room?

well, the group had been preparing for a dance practice video and you and a few other stylists were called in to help get them prepare for the camera. jeno was trying his best to stay low and out of your sight. it didn't work, but it was worth a shot.

"happy to see me?"

jenos eyes rolled, "I'd be happy if I saw death staring at me in the eyes." he began walking away until you grabbed his arm, making him put his hands over his face.

"dont be like that." you push his hands away now seeing jenos annoyed face. "be lucky you're not stuck with someone else. at least I make your life more interesting.

"interesting or frustrating? I think you've got your words mixed up."

you began applying a light foundation on jenos skin, taking in his angelic features before realizing what he said, "impactful I must say. I know you love me, jeno."

jeno makes a face in disgust pushing your hand away from his face, "youre not my type."

"I dont know. chenle told me otherwise...."

"youre a brat."

"and you're close-minded."

"close- you-"

"done. now go dance and make some fangirls or boys scream." you don't bother turning around as you walk towards the back of the dance practice out of the cameras view.

jeno, somewhat red in the face, stood in his starting position for the choreography, you couldnt help but stare at him in awe. hes gorgeous, you can't lie about that. and the way he moved once the music started playing made you feel different. maybe it was your crush on him, but you heated up very quickly while watching him. other staff members weren't paying as close attention on the boys as you were, only their phones caught their mind. you didn't mind, but damn did they not see how hot jeno was when dancing?

sweaty and out of breath, the boys took a break to get a drink of water.

"you did well- you all did actually." handing jeno a bottle of water, he stared between the thing in your hand and you before taking it and chugging the whole bottle. "but I think mark was the one who stood out to me the most."

"what?"

"mhm. mark was very fluid in his footsteps and his movements were clean and precise. a good dancer I must say."

there's something up. you were staring at him the whole time and he knew it, he danced harder just because you were watching. how could you have seen mark when all you did was stare at jeno?

"and hes cute too. surely he's got a bunch of girls and boys ready to throw themselves at him. I would too, he's absolutely perfect."

jeno balled his fist. what game are you trying to play? "you're testing me." he may not like you, or maybe he did, but something about you talking about someone else like that sparked jealousy in him.

"good. maybe you'll do something about it." you put a hand on his chest, jenos heart pounding fast as you came closer and whispered, "I bet you won't. all bark no bite. pathetic if you ask me."

"youre gonna regret your words if you keep speaking."

"oh really," you leaned back, his eyes pierced your curious ones with a sense of fury and annoyance, "and what are you gonna do? spank me?"

just like that jeno pulled you out of the room and into another practice room. he pulled a chair out from the corner and pulled you over his knee.

"jeno, I was just kid-"

he spanked you hard over and over and over again as you wailed and wrapped a tight hand around jenos ankle for support. each spank was painful and to the point unbearable, yet jeno didn't back down. not after he felt he could break you now.

each time his hand made contact with your ass, felt like he was letting loose all the pent up anger you caused him over the past months you've been working here. for him, it was hell. no matter what people would say to you about him did not dictate his feelings about you. right now, he hated you and needed to let that burning passion out by spanking you. jeno wanted you to feel the hell he endured when around you. sure enough, you were feeling it, crying and sobbing on his thigh like an idiot.

you didn't fight back even though you proposed that you hated it. your body seemed to like it more then you thought.

"youre a pest!" he landed another hard hit, "an annoying pest who needs to learn when to shut the fuck up. now apologize."

"no!" you winced at another hit, squirming- no more like trying to grind on his lap because of how painfully wet you've become in just minutes.

"apologize." he repeated.

"you're- you're an idiot if you think I'll give up!"

jeno stripped you of your pants and panties, "its cute listening to little sluts like you thinking they have power over someone much stronger then them. it must be tiring thinking youre charge." he taunted before spanking you again, this time the impact was far greater and almost caused you to scream before jeno clasped a hand over your mouth. with the same hand, he pushed you off his lap and on the floor, leaving your lower half bare for him to see.

you were a pretty sight, a mess to say the least, but jeno loved that. finally seeing you disheveled with tears leaking down your cheeks, he thought of you as his little crybaby. he tried his hardest not to take a picture.

"don't think I didnt notice how your wet cunt leaked all over my thigh" he began, "do you really get off to being put in your place, slut? is that why we're here right now?"

"d-dont be so full of y-yourself."

"oh? but your dripping all over the practice floor, how could i not." jenos lips were close to your heat, teasing you with his eyes and tongue as he glided it just above where you wanted him.

you had nothing to say, yet your eyes told him everything. told him just how you'd defy him any chance youd get only to make him more upset. it wouldn't be fun if your goal wasn't to piss him off.

jeno kept his tongue away from your most needed area, his lips kissing anything but your dripping heat as you bucked your hips into his face. jenos hands would push your hips down and back his face away frowning at your behavior and returning to what he was previously doing. you weren't done though, since he was holding your hips, you grabbed his hair and forced his head where you needed him. his tongue inside you was far from good, it was amazing. and though you realized jeno wasn't pushing your hand away, you pushed and pulled his hair as you kept his head in place so he couldn't stop.

the long strides and the smooth rhythm he had was enough to make you arch against the floor, gasping and calling out his name far to loudly for his liking. but with watchful eyes and a steady tongue, he shamelessly enjoyed it yet he had to be aware of the people in the building. one loud moan and someone would sure walk in to see what's up.

so jeno swatted your hand away from his head and lifted up with a frown. he liked the frightened look on your face as he leaned closer and closer, "if you're this much of a slut for people to hear us, we might as well have just stayed where everyone else was."

"thats hot." you stated blankly, jenos eyebrow raised before realizing how far gone you practically were, with how big and dilated your eyes are. "w-wait no! I'll stay quiet I promise."

"No you wont." jeno got up and grabbed your underwear that layed on the floor, then shoved it in your mouth allowing you to taste yourself. "stay quiet, fucktoy."

"fucktoy?- oh fuck!" you mumbled into your panties as his fingers protruded inside you. at least you were quieter this time.

"tell me when youre about to cum." he said just above a whisper as he watched you slip further and further into bliss. the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each skillful thrust from jenos fingers made his cock grow harder each second. you were so hot, so damn beautiful as you moaned into the panties like a little bitch. jeno loved it too much to say he hated you.

"feels good- f-feels so good, j-jeno." you said quietly into the panties. it was getting harder and harder for you to keep silent as he began rubbing your clit like a desperate man, hungry for your cum. but you did your best keeping low.

you grinded against on his hand, inching closer and closer to what you believed to be your orgasm. clentching tightly around jenos fingers you gasped and spat your panties out, "jeno! i-im gonna-

"cum, fucktoy." he insisted, never removing his fingers from your wet hole as a white substance spilled out. he kept going, in and out, in and out as you clamped a hand over your mouth. so much sensitivity and his fingers were still going.

"stop i-i can't take it!" you found his wrist and tightly held it as you attempted to pull him out.

"youre gonna take this like a good bitch until I want to stop." he said right as your second orgasm washed through you.

too much. you could barely think straight and even tried pulling your hips back but his fingers followed.

too sensitive. you could barely breathe because of the overwhelming sensitivity. yet in a twisted way, it felt good in a strange way. maybe it was the pain of cumming over and over or how jeno worked his fingers. either way, you could feel another one building up.

"please, please, please." you cried hoping for the end, but there was no way jeno was stopping.

"apologize and this will be your last one." He stuck his fingers deeper, if that were possible, and watched you squirm trying to find words to say, but all that came out was drool. "disgusting whore." you slapped him in the face for that.

"I-i am not sor-sorry!"

"im not playing these games anymore. say you're sorry."

jeno growled, deeper and deeper he went and faster and faster he goes before your third orgasm of the day came. your legs shook and your grip got tighter but still to no avail did he stop.

you were very persistent on making jeno angry before, but now you seemed to have started rethinking that apology. "im sorry."

"for?"

"for being rude to you!" you legs shook again and that feeling in your stomach was back, "i-im sorry jeno, but p-please I can't take it!"

he did it. he broke you. and with that he finally pulled his fingers away letting all your cum out.

you cried softly, still a shaking mess from the orgasms and jeno, well he didn't care all too much but he knew he probably shouldn't be too harsh with you about now. so he gently took you in his arms, sitting your bare bottom right on his lap as he rocked you slowly.

"im never leaving after this." you say slowly, "and I know you don't hate me either, I can feel your boner against my ass."

jeno pinches your arm and shushes you. god, you were a pest and maybe youre right. maybe he doesn't hate you like he proclaimed he did. maybe he did enjoy this session in the practice room, but he won't ever say it. not because he's afraid to admit it, but because he doesn't want you to rub it in his face.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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They Hung Up

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Summary: August can always fix your problems, especially when someone is ripping off his princess.

Warnings: fluff, ddlg, daddy kink

A/n: inspired by my chat with ebay this morning. Apparantly ebay will charge buyers import and customs VAT on items that aren't even being imported into the country... or going through customs. And they don't charge this at checkout they only charge it when they take the actually money. When i told the lady thats stealing your taking more then the agreed amount from my bank she hung up on me telling me to 'speak to the tax office'

Taglist: in reblogs.

"No but you cant charge import tax on something that isn't being imported.... No they cant that's illegal look I just want my money beck for the tax-what do you mean no?!... Hello? Hello?" You could have cried you were so angry and upset. You closed locked your phone screen and sniffed shaking your head in frustration.

"Princess what's wrong?" You snapped your head to your daddy, august was scowling. You could see the aggravated look as he took in your tears. Your daddy never liked you wasting them on other people. Your sweet pure tears were only meant to be shed for him! Every droplet was his to pull from you, be it tears of rapturous pleasure or shed from being spanked for being naughty.

"August? I? they hung up on me!" You hissed quickly running over to him tucking yourself into his thick frame pressing your head into his chest trying to soak in the smell of his aftershave. The spicy scent was heady and a little overbearing, you could tell why. Under the spice was the metallic twang of blood and deep sooty smell of fired bullets. You both loved and hated it, as safe as it made you feel remembering just who and what he was if frightened you, one day he could be hurt.

"Who? Sweetpea?" He purred softly needing to calm you down before he could make heads roll. His arms encircled you squeezing you tightly and he rested his chin on your head the began swaying with you slowly.

"The support desk! They charged import tax! And nothing was imported! Daddy I was careful and-and I checked and double checked there was no warning not on check out or nothin' then they took another ten dollars on top and now my bank is angry and charging me for going over!" You said quickly panicked that he would be mad at you for spending too much again.

"Okay pumpkin slow down... Tell daddy what's going on slowly... Don't miss anything out okay angel" he said pulling you back a little to let you catch your breath. But you quivered and opened your mouth wiping at your eyes before trying to argue.

"Yeah but!?"

"Shh shh no buts take a deep breath... Now out, good girl now start from the beginning" he coaxed slowly cooing at you as you took a few breaths and calmed, settling down n his arms feeling safe and secure, even if you were still angry.

"I got that lamp with the shelves... It was fifty four dollars and ninety nine cents" you started explaining from the beginning and waited for August to nod.

"Yes I know, I remember you showing me to see if it would fit in the corner" he spoke remembering the little pull cord box lamp and three shelves, you wanted it for the internet router and house phone to sit on so you had more room for snacks on the side table.

"Well I got it and paid but then when paypal billed me they charged sixty four dollars and ninety-nine cents... I messaged them and they said it was import tax!" You cried out getting yourself all angry again, cheeks puffing out sweetly as you huffed and growled even throwing you hands up in frustration. August made to speak but you continued your tale of the mean support desk and their money thieving ways.

"I looked it up and cos its coming for inside the state I don't have to pay! So I called and they said I had to because the shop was registered outside of the USA! But its wrong! They're wrong and when I asked for my money she hung up on me! She said I have to talk to the tax office people!" August frowned that wasn't right and he knew it. It was clear you were being taken for a fool. These bastards were at it all over the place he'd seen some of it on the news, instead of tax evasion as we know it there was a new crime. Stealing tax from buyers and classing it as profit. Because its tax most people don't question it.

"And then my bank sent me this! Saying I was over my limit and in the minus! So now they are taking twenty dollars when my next allowance goes in!" You cried quickly pulling up an email on your phone from your bank showing a notice of charges you now had on your account.

"Its not fair I didn't do nothing wrong daddy but now I'm loosing the tax and twenty dollars of my allowance!" You yelled and began sniffling again your lip wobbling. His heart melted as he watched you try so hard not to break down and cry again. You were being his big brave girl.

"Okay pumpkin i will sort this out give me the phone" he said plucking the phone from you then turned around heading to his office.

"But you cant! Its a withheld number-" you said sniffling following him one hand fisting the back of his jacket as he strode through the pent house to the secure room.

"Oh come on sweetheart don't tell me I'm going too soft and you've forgotten just who your daddy is~" he cooed opening the door and ushering you to the small teepee in the corner that had a large iPad and a few fuzzy scatter cushions .

"Go sit and watch YouTube or something okay? Let daddy fix this mess" he said pulling your headphones from the drawer and handed them to you ushering you to the small cozy spot he had made you.

You watched as he plugged your phone into his computer and made a few quick clicks before picking up his own phone and dialled a number with a smug look the clicked his fingers at you pointing to the headphones wanting you to pop them on and stop worrying. You pouted but slipped on the large pink headset and pretended to loom at your screen and select a video in reality you were listening to your daddy.

"Yes you wouldn't recognize it. How? Well this is a government number, you just told a young lady to inform us about taxes?" You flicked your eyes up at him grinning hearing the professional growl to his voice the 'daddy means business' tone that made you quiver with want and fear. It never meant good things, most of the time he used this tone when you were a bad girl. You only hoped the mean woman on the phone felt bad now too.

"Why yes, yes she did a miss y/n yes that's her. I would like for you to put me through to head office" you bit your lip hearing him begin his assault. No one not even the lady on the phone and her jargon would out smart your daddy!

"Pardon me I'm sorry I'm Mr Walker...I work for the tax office in her state and have decided to open an investigation about tax fraud over the issue, we have had many complaints... oh yes she informed us of everything, she was distressed over the tax miscalculation? Which has caused her to go over drawn on her account and incurred charges" he spoke firmly and turned looking to you as you giggled watching him in his huge leather spiny chair. You gasped when he frowned and pointed a finger to your iPad clearly telling you to stop being nosey and watch your videos.

"Yes I am aware of that but the shop is registered overseas, it doesn't export from overseas... so there is no international import tax due." He continued spinning around in the chair making a few notes on the large paper pad in front of him.

"Yes that's why I'm calling I've been on your website and your policies are in fact breaking the law and infringing on the rights of consumers. Do you understand? What you have done is illegal and fraudulent and I can see it isn't the first time so I would like to speak to your head of office now- thank you" you quickly looked down as August spun once more and grunted at you pointing to the door with a scowl catching you eavesdropping again.

"Poppet either watch your videos or go and have some lunch" he said covering the mouthpiece on the phone making you pout and flick your legs at him and cross your arms stubbornly. You wanted to watch!

"Decide or I will decide for you" he said raising his brows at you but you just huffed pleading with your eyes at him to let you stay and listen.

"Right lunch it is come on up! Off you pop go make a sandwich and have some juice" he said holding out his hand for the headphones.

"But I want to see you tell them off daddy!" You huffed non to impressed at being set out of the room so quickly.

"No, now do as I've asked daddy will be out in a few minuets this wont take long" you held his gaze for a few moments before you lost your nerve then stood with a pout handing him your headphones and left the room closing the door when you were told to.

It was twenty minuets alter August came put of the office and padded to the kitchen seeing you at the breakfast bar swinging on a chair whislt munching a chocolate spread sandwich a few candy wrappers on the side and packets of chips and un touched apple. He sighed giving you the stink eye but didn't say anything. You found a loop hole he said lunch and sandwich... he hadn't specified what type of lunch and sandwich.

"All sorted poppet! Your being refunded and getting compensation which will be debited into your account in forty eight hours" he said rounding the breakfast bar snatching the apple opening the cutlery drawer fishing out a knife.

"That's quick daddy... I thought they can only do it in five days?" You asked watching as he sliced the apples and began cutting the core out for you.

"Oh princess its amazing what people can do when they think the big bad tax man is on to them~" he chuckled at your face as he placed the apple on your plate. You didn't want to eat it but you would . Quickly. Because if you left it too long itd go brown and you would whine about it, get a warning and end up having to eat it anyway.

"Will you get in trouble? you pretended to be the tax man daddy" You said cautiously lifting a small apple wedge to your mouth and nibbled it.

"Me? Of course not daddy has many different identities love, and I can use them when I want love... besides we just uncovered a company that not only evades tax but it stealing it!" He grinned. If there was one thing he liked it was justice. Everyone should pay their dues. Especially someone who rigs a system to benefit themselves.

"And.. My bank charges?" You asked still unsure if he will be mad a you for over spending...Again

"All gone, daddy will cover them princess; now just how much chocolate spread is in that sandwich?" He said leaning over your plate trying to pry apart the two slices of bread.

"Err a little" you shrugged still eating your apple whist trying to smoosh your sandwich and hide the super thick chocolatey layer.

"Mm hmm there's more chocolate then bread poppet~" he hummed unimpressed but let it slide, again you'd found your loophole, the last thing he'd do is punish you for being a smart ass. It could save your life one day.

"Sorry daddy" you said whilst pulling the plates closer to yourself protectively worried he would steal our chocolate.

"Oh don't be poppet once its gone its gone its you that will miss it not me" he chuckled and spun around crossing the kitchen to make his own lunch. You grinned happily, what had been a bad day was getting better and better! You were getting your money back, compensation, your daddy was paying your and charges and you got to keep your chocolate spread! What more could you ask for? Well there was one more thing you could ask for.

"Daddy can I have a puppy?"

#august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x y/n #august walker x little reader #henry cavill #henry cavill fic

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chimswae · 3 years ago

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BTS Caretaker CH50 (FINAL)

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,675

-Warning: Tiny bit of smut, soft yoongi, slight jinxoc im soft for jinnie , bangtan being bangtan and just slight jikook:<

- Author Note: Happy new year! this last chapter has been long overdue! dinally finish posting this baby, and this story is my fav <3 i havent written one for so long, this one was my last one before i stopped. i will start to pick up my courage and time to write again! maybe soon, my writing skills is rusty after so long :< if you are reading this chapter, i really appreciate it for sparing your time to read my work till the end:( thank u so much! you can check out BTS Caretaker full Masterlist ^^*

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Chapter 50

“Breaking News: South Korea mogul, Jung is to stand trial on sexual assault charges involved one of the employees from B Entertainment

High Profile Sexual Assault and Embezzlement case involved conglomerate chairman’s son is forwarded to prosecution today. South Korea once again became topic of the week after the police released their statements in regard to sexual assault case against female employee from B entertainment earlier this month.

Seoul Police Department stated they are looking at allegations of sexual assault against two more women. The alleged offences, reported to police in March and June, took place in the famous bar in Hongdae and Jung’s company respectively. These bring the number of women making accusations against Jung to nine.

Jung’s case is said to be more complicated than it appears as more evidence of other crimes appeared during the due course of the investigations.”

Her heart clenched in pain remembering the bitter memories again upon reading the news. For once, Seul felt like she could finally breath normally knowing that, Jung would not be able to harm her anymore.

She set the phone down on top of the countertop with a heavy sigh. Her worst nightmare finally came to an end.

No more living under Jung’s shadow.

Seul is free.

“Hey” a pair of pale arms wrapped tightly around Seul’s small body from behind as warmth spread through her body. Yoongi’s deep voice brought her back to reality and she didn’t realize how long she had stood in front of the coffee maker without realizing her man’s presence behind her.

“Morning babe” Seul caressed his arm softly, tilting her head to Yoongi’s welcoming lips.

He captured her lips into a sweet kiss before mumbling softly “Are you alright?” in between the kisses. Seul nodded weakly, leaning in one more time for another kisses. She sighed in relief, feeling super content with Yoongi’s presence this close to her.

Glancing at the device screen, he understood the cause of Seul’s extra clinginess today. He knew the news would still affect Seul, he could not blame her.

After their meeting with Jung’s assistant few months ago, the evident and confession were a huge help for them to drag Jung and Kwon down for good. Of course, it was not an easy battle for everyone. Seul was wounded emotionally and mentally by the incident yet, she tried her best to go through all the legal process without complaint.

Bang PD on the other hand was understanding and attentive to Seul’s needs as he knew Yoongi had become Seul’s pillar of strength in this difficult time. Therefore, Bangtan was finally given a long break for the first time ever to provide Yoongi more time to be with Seul.

“Do you want to talk about it, baby?” he inquired with a hint of concern.

Yoongi could sense Seul’s body tense in his hold, and he carefully turn her around to face him. He ran his hand to her jaw, caressing it lovingly to cup her cold cheek.

“I am listening” said Yoongi sweetly.

Seul could feel the tears pooling inside her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. “Just hold me please…. and..” she pouted, hugging his neck close. She inhaled Yoongi’s usual sweet scent, as she took a long pause before continued “And..a lot of kithes” he chuckled upon hearing Seul’s whiny voice.

“You know I will give you lots of kithes even you didn’t ask me one” Yoongi mimicked her baby voice in return, with small giggle.

“But… we can’t do that here…Jin hyung number one kitchen rule, no sex in his kitchen” she slapped his chest lightly for insinuating her needy request as a sex.

Now she furrowed her brows as a warning, “Min Suga-ssi I didn’t request for sex! I am offended”

Yoongi gasped faking his surprise expression “Oh really..” he pulled her up onto him. “I kinda want give something more than kithes today Ji Seul-ssi” before she could process his words, Yoongi swooped her in his strong arms, carrying the girl towards his bedroom.

“MIN YOONGI”

“Hush, use that voice to scream my name later. You have whole morning to do so”

He shut the door using his leg and with that the two disappeared for their private morning session.

As soon as their faint voice was no longer be heard along the hallway, Jungkook and Jimin came out from their hiding behind the kitchen counter with a disgust face. They were having their early cereal breakfast together thirty minutes ago, and for some reason the couple ended up making out.

Not long after, they heard footsteps approaching the kitchen which happened to be Seul. Therefore, since Jungkook and Jimin didn’t want to get caught red handed worst to be teased for the rest of the week , they ended up on the floor hiding behind the counter.

Until, Min Yoongi decided to make his appearance, bleeding their ears with his uneventful dirty talk.

“We did not just hear Yoongi hyung dirty talk. That is so fucking wrong” Jimin cringed.

The younger male cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly after the unexpected scene unfold in front of them.

“I dirty talk all time babe. And, you like it” he shrugged, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth

Jungkook’s bold remark caused the smaller guy to blush madly.

“We a-are not having this conversation this early, you brat!” said Jimin. He turned away hastily, taking quick steps to his room before Jungkook could say more unpredictable remarks.

“Hyung.. that’s not what you said thirty minutes ago when I had my tongue down your throat” Jungkook tailed Jimin, whining in his every step.

“Not listening.. Not listening”

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“Hoon please bring the drinks together with you!” Jin yelled from the living room as he continued to munch a bucket of popcorn on his lap. “Okay hyung!” Ji Hoon faint voice could be heard across the room. He rummaged through the cupboard one last time grabbing the Pringles before opening the fridge to get the drinks as requested.

BTS tour kicked off next week and they had decided to spend their remaining free time after an intense practice session with Seul and Hoon. It was ten times tiring and hectic during tour season, even now they spent half day practicing all day.

Seul on the other hand would visit their practice room everyday with food, without fail. Then she would leave to tend her job after spending few hours with the boys especially Yoongi. Undoubtedly, Seul’s presence around the boys were no longer become a question to the staff.

They knew Yoongi and Seul were dating even without the confirmation from the lovebird anyway. Yoongi had heart eyes every time Seul came and it was enough to confirm the love was indeed in the air.

Seul curled comfortably into Yoongi embrace, tucking her feet under her as she laughed hard at every dad jokes that Jin made. Feeling extremely overwhelmed by the happiness surrounding him, Yoongi glanced at his lover face, scrutinizing every small detail with so much love and adoration.

His thought started to drift away, reminiscing the memories with the girl in his embrace.

How lucky he was to have Seul in his life.

How lucky he was to fall in love with Seul.

“Can you take your eyes off Seul for once and pay attention to me. I am asking a question” Hoseok whined with a small pout.

Seul looked up meeting Yoongi dreamy eyes. Yoongi look adorable whenever he was concentrating on something or just in daze in like this. She took the opportunity to leave a small peck on his lips.

The soft kiss brought him out of his trance.

“Hey baby, what are you thinking?” Seul whispered, all smiley. His dark eyes lit up when he saw her, and he smiled warmly.

He shook his head, nuzzling the tips of their nose softly “You are just beautiful” they both chuckled at Yoongi cheesiness. Now, their attention returned to the rest of the group as they continued their childish banter.

“He is in love Hobi hyung, let him be!” Jimin nudged Hoseok’s thigh with the tip of his toes. “Get your own girl or boy!” he stuck his tongue out provoking the older man.

Jimin stretched out on the couch beside him, resting his head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook then draped the blanket across their shoulders, his arm falling loosely on Jimin’s small waist.

“And, Jimin is taken. He is mine” Jungkook possessive statement earned loud protest from the members especially Jin and Hoseok. They had to tolerate with additional couple for the night as if Yoongi and Seul weren’t enough.

“Ever since you two start dating, I feel like living in a Red District” Taehyung cringed.

“Hey! who taught you to speak that way! Is it you Jin hyung?” Jimin shot a glare at his way feeling offended by the change in his supposed to be pure Taetae.

“I am so sick of you guys; this world doesn’t revolve around me. Like hello wake up?” Jin grumbled in protest. “It is not me who showcase your excessive skinship in public”

Jungkook eyes rounded in confusion and he tilted his head cutely “In our defence, we did not showcase our skinship in public, only in front of you guys!” his lips protruded into a pout as he spoke.

“I agree. You guys are just salty because you can’t kiss Jungkook like I do” Jimin then reached out, pulling Jungkook neck aggressively as they kissed.

“Oh my god oh my god, fucking Jimin and Jungkook. Horny rabbits!” Taehyung threw Jin’s RJ dolls towards the two and it suddenly became chaotic as his aim was a little high, knocking the drinks and snacks in Hoon’s embrace who just happened to stand behind the couple.

Hoon was bewildered by Jungkook and Jimin sudden display of affection. His ears are getting hot and reddened causing Namjoon to smack the two before they went further.

“Jungkook, Jimin we have an underage kid! Keep it PG-13!” he shook his head in disbelief.

Jimin licked his plump lips, muttering softly “Sorry Hoon-ah” before he returned his attention to dishevel Jungkook in front of him. “Kookie, I am sorry, did I bite your lips too hard” he smoothens Jungkook hair, caressing his cheeks lovingly.

Jungkook nodded with slight pout, as Jimin peppered fluttering kisses on his face.

“I feel like throwing up” Hoseok snorted.

“They are disgusting” Taehyung rolled his eyes.

Namjoon sighed heavily while helping Hoon picking up the snacks and unopened drink on the floor “This is worse than Yoongi and Seul”

“Yah, don’t compare us with them!” Seul hissed defending herself.

Hoon placed the beverages in his hand on the table, “Nuna, houses in korea have thin walls. Just so you know, your screams can be heard across my room every time Yoongi hyung slept over” everyone choked on their drinks, watching innocent Hoon unravelled the secret.

“JI HOON! YOU DID NOT-“ Seul turned fifty shades redder, so turned to Yoongi for help. Burying her face in Yoongi’s chest, she hoped her lover could save them from this humiliation.

“Everyone knows Seul, your argument is invalid. We heard it too” Taehyung shot them a knowing look with his boxy grin.

“Kim Taehyung shut up” Yoongi groaned in disagreement.

Jungkook quietly laughed, and he could feel Jimin’s mischievous smile against his chest loving how the situation change in the blink of an eye.

“Okay guys, we are not here to have this sex talk session. Let’s play a game!” Seul and Yoongi heaved a sigh of relief when someone finally change the topic.

“Let’s play UNO!” Jimin’s eyes lit up with excitement.

Taehyung raised his hand “Mafia Game too!” his smile broadened.

“Alright, alright let’s play everything” Jin and Namjoon smiled at their childish antic.

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It was already half past twelve, the boys and Seul were still energetic after playing three games in a row. The excitement reached it peak during Mafia Game. They loved the game so much that they played two more rounds after Jin and Jimin lost the game on first round.

Right after they finished the last round of Mafia Game, everyone was finally coming down from their high and they were now playing “Never Have I Ever” as suggested by Hoseok.

“Okay Never Have I Ever fart during our practice” it was Jungkook’s turn to attack Jin.

Jin smirked “Are you crazy? That is human nature. Of course, I farted. Try harder Jeon, that is not embarrassing enough to bring me down” he took a shot of the alcohol in front of him.

“When did you fart?” Namjoon asked out of curiosity.

“That time when were in America, we were practicing for Jimmy Fallon show” the older guy smiled proudly.

“Ew hyung that is disgusting! We were not in our practice room; it was practically in public with other people around. Oh my god” Jimin looked at him disbelief.

“Alright, that is my point. My fart has gone international”

“Lame joke” Yoongi’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Hoon let out a soft laugh clearly enjoying Jin’s joke, “That is actually funny”. Jin eyes twinkled in happiness, as he ruffled Hoon’s hair loving the fact that someone paid attention to his joke.

“Seul, you have a bad sense of humour unlike your little brother”

“And why are you attacking me?” her nose scrunched up at him, eyes narrowed.

“Because your boyfriend made a spiteful remark on my jokes. Since you guys come in combo, you are going to take the responsibility for his words” he chuckled.

Seul pursed her lips into small pout, letting herself melted into Yoongi warm embrace once again.

“Okay my turn right, to ask Jimin” Jin turned his head to the blonde guy beside him. “Never have I ever had sex in Jin’s sacred kitchen” everyone gaped at the blow.

Jungkook and Jimin exchanged playful look, communicating through their eyes as Jimin braved himself, lifting the drink near his lips. He gave Jin one final wink as Jimin quaffed the shot in one gulp leaving Jin dumbfounded.

“Jeon Jungkook! Park Jimin! What did I say about having sex in my fucking kitchen?” Jin half-yelled, flapping his arms in annoyance.

“Language Kim Seokjin” Seul teased.

Jin then spared a judgmental look at Yoongi and Seul with a frown evident on his forehead “Did you guys fu-”

“No, and none of your business” Seul retorted before the dramatic guy finish his accusations against them.

Yoongi raised his free hand in surrender “This is not our turn; you can’t ask me” he quirked a smile.

“I can’t believe you betray my trust Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook! Break up now, in front of me” the older guy shrieked dramatically.

“Oh, come on hyung you are being dramatic, sex in the kitchen is a good place to spice up your sex life” said Hoseok defending his favourite little brothers.

Unamused, Jin pressed his lips together, “Fuck, not in my kitchen. Okay I do not want to hear anymore bullshit. You guys are such a pain in the ass. Continue the game”

The games went on and on and it got even dirtier and they could not keep it to PG-13. As much as Namjoon tried to control the situation, the rest of the members would find their way to make it explicit. So, he gave up. It seemed like Hoon’s presence did not stop them to get into each other nerve, even it means tarnishing his innocence.

In few rounds when things got a little out of hand, Seul would reach out to cover Hoon’s ears making sure her little brother was protected from their foul mouths. Unimpressed by his sister overdramatic reaction, Hoon switched his seat with Taehyung and he smug in victory when he was obviously unattainable now.

“Okay so I am going to ask Jin hyung! This will be interesting; I have been waiting for this” Taehyung clasped his hand together feeling a little tipsy.

“Never have I ever see Seul as more than a friend” Jin’s eyes widened, and his face morphed for the briefest moment slight uncomfortable by Taehyung’s attack.

Everyone fall into silent as they were digesting Taehyung’s statement.

He could not be serious right.

He knew Taehyung did not mean any harm; he was drunk. However, this was getting out of hand. None of them expected he would bring up this matter now.

Seul shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing at Yoongi’s face trying to read him. Yoongi however remained stoic, watching Jin and Taehyung in silence.

“Ah..hyung… is it a hard question, just answer or take the penalty”

Namjoon sensed the tense in the air knowing this topic was wrong from start. What was Taehyung trying to achieve?

Hoseok let out an awkward laugh “Yah Kim Taehyung, you are so funny..and drunk. How come that is a question?” he scrutinized Yoongi and Seul expression carefully. Yoongi tightened his hold around Seul, causing Seul to look up once again.

She did not know until today how bad she was in reading her boyfriend’s mind.

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth twitched into a small smile, he too was taken aback by this confrontation. He was aware of Jin’s feeling for Seul before even though the older guy never said it explicitly.

He knew.

Everyone kind of had a hunch except Seul. Clueless like always.

But drunk Kim Taehyung was dim-witted.

“Jin hyung, come on” Taehyung’s hoarse voice filled the room.

“Kim Taehyung let me put you to bed” he got up holding Taehyung’s arm softly.

Taehyung pouted adorably “Ah hobi hyung.. just one last round. This one, we must listen to Jin’s hyung answer before the game ends” his whiny voice could get everyone weak in their knees.

Jin played with his fingers nervously, he could just lie and said “I never” but why was he hesitating. His feelings for Seul was not a lie, there were still lingering feelings for her.

He was completely okay all this time while keeping the feelings to himself.

Why would he want to come forward now?

Was he doing it for himself? For him to heal, or?

His brow creased as he pressed his lips into a thin line. Jin shut his eyes tightly trying to will away the sharp pain in his heart as he took another shot.

Upon realizing, how this last round unfolds, Namjoon took the cue to end their game night.

Seul’s breath hitched as she looked down at their interlocked fingers, Yoongi was squeezing it hard. Her heart felt numb.

Taehyung clapped his hand with a broad smile “There you go, Jin hyung, I am proud of you! Seul-ah, he lik-“ Hoseok clamped a hand over his pouty mouth before the drunk guy could damage someone else’s relationship.

“Okay that is enough for tonight, I am heading to bed. Let’s go Tae, you have drunk enough” Hoseok dragged the whiny guy along with him leaving others.

Jungkook coughed a little “Jimin hyung and I are going to bed too. See you guys urm- tomorrow”

“Goodnight everyone” Jimin mumbled softly, following the younger guy quickly escaping the scene. Namjoon and Hoon soon followed the couple leaving Yoongi, Seul and Jin to sort the mess.

The clock was ticking, and none of them dared to open their mouth. Seul felt surge of fear in the pit of her stomach, not knowing how to react to this. She was completely baffled by Jin’s indirect confession and Yoongi’s silent was not helping at all.

Yoongi took a deep breath, looking down at Seul “I will wait you in my room”

“Wait-what?” she blinked in confusion.

Yoongi gave her one final peck with assuring smile, and he left the living room with heavy heart. He knew he should not feel this way, he must trust his best friend and girlfriend. It was not a bad thing to have Jin cleared the things that he had with Seul.

It was needed for him to heal and move on.

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“I am-“

Seul and Jin blurted out simultaneously.

“You first, since you are older” Seul smiled meekly, hugging the blanket around her shoulder tighter.

“It is true that I like you. It is true that I have been keeping this for quite some time, and I plan to keep it for as long as I could until Tae kinda ruin it. I am sorry”

“You are sorry for liking me?”

His eyes rounded in surprise “I did not mean it that way. I mean I am sorry that you find out like this. It was supposed to be a secret, I did not want us to be awkward. I know you love Yoongi and I have accepted that long time ago. It is so wrong to confess my unrequited love when your boyfriend is technically my brother” Jin rubbed the back of his head in frustration.

“Thank you Jin, for loving me. I don’t know if I deserve this love from you, but I am grateful for the love” nervously Seul reached out, placing a gentle hand on top of Jin.

“I still love you Jin as a friend. I care for you, and you deserve someone better” she continued.

Jin stared at Seul, holding his breath admiring the breath-taking view in front of him. He took her hand in his, holding it tight “I wont trade our friendship for something else. I do not want to lose you. And, I will look after you as a friend. So, let me” he held back his tears.

Seul nodded “Of course Jin, we will be friends and I won’t let you get rid of me that easily” she leaned forward, engulfing the guy into a tight hug.

“You will find someone better one day. I am sorry”

He stroked her hair and just held her “Don’t be sorry. Thank you. Seul-ah” he whispered.

This was the end to Jin’s unrequited love.

It felt weird how he felt more at ease now that he confessed his feeling to Seul.

Jin’s love for Seul had not died tonight, it was the beginning of new love.

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Fifteen minutes.

It had been fifteen minutes since he left Seul and Jin alone in the living room.

Yoongi could not help but felt restless, not knowing what happen beyond these four walls were torturous. It would be an exaggeration to say that he felt like his soul slowly leaving the body.

“Ugh…fuck” Yoongi groaned in frustration. He was pacing restlessly around the room as he glanced at the door in hope to see Seul soon.

Not long after, he was startled by the sound of the door open and without further ado, he marched to the door, embracing the girl in his arm. Baffled by Yoongi quick reflex, Seul melted in his chest, encircled her arms around his waist.

They stayed like that enjoying each other warmth. Yoongi emitted a sigh of relief having the love of his life back in his arm.

“You are back” he murmured lowly, hugging her tighter.

Truth to be told, he felt like he might go into shock any moment if Seul did not come back to him tonight.

“You are so tense baby. You have got to relax. I am here” she said rubbing his back as an assurance.

“Sorry I am just overreacting. I trust Jin hyung and you, I shouldn’t act like this” he pulled away, leaving trail of kisses on her cheeks.

Seul giggled softly, “ So, you are jealous” she teased.

“I a-am not jealous”

“Really? Your face says otherwise” Yoongi’s button nose wrinkled cutely in disagreement. Her heart once again melted just as quickly as ice cream melted on a hot summer day. She liked seeing Yoongi riled up like this resembling an angry kitten.

If only people knew how smitten she was for Min Yoongi.

“Okay, meow lets sleep”

“I am not a meow!” he gasped obviously offended by the nickname.

“Yes, meow!” she let out a playful chuckle.

Seul intertwined their hand together, tugging pouty Yoongi to his bed so they could finally cuddle and sleep peacefully after the tiring game night. It did not take long for the couple to finally settle down on the bed. Yoongi and Seul cuddled under the cover, while he was busy stroking her hair as she squirmed in his hold whenever Yoongi tried to tease her recent confrontation with Jin.

“You sounded like you like the attention that you get from Jin Hyung”

“I DID NOT. Oh my god, you are impossible”

His lips pursed into a small pout “You blush when he said he likes you earlier!”

“Of course, would you rather Jin to hate me instead?” she looked up meeting his gaze.

He paused for a moment, as he hummed under his breath “It would be better that way. I have one less thing to worry about” she nuzzled his face with a soft chuckle.

“I love you Min Yoongi, only you okay. Stop sulking!”

Swiftly he sat up and flipped her beneath his body. “Less talk, more action baby. I am gonna show you how much I love you” his strong arms slipped around her waist, drawing her closer to him as they kissed.

Seul teasingly moved her lips on his soft skin, trailing the kisses to his jaw and ended up licking his inviting neck. She suckled his skin playfully awakening Yoongi’s needy desire.

She kissed the hickey deeply with a playful suck earning a low groan from the aroused guy. His hands moved along the curve of her body, squishing her mound softly causing the latter to squirm a little.

Yoongi cupped the back of her neck, could not hold his needy feelings anymore and pulled her into another passionate kiss. The sensation of their warm tongue entangled to each other gave spark every time they were this close.

He licked her lower lips deeply, pulling away a little to catch a breath. This time the kiss was no more innocent and playful, it was more needy and full of lust.

She gasped into the heated kiss when Yoongi grasped her hand, placing it on the bulge of his pants.

She took the chance to stroke the tent on his pants teasingly. Yoongi held his breath when she unzipped his pants, sliding her hand inside only to coax another loud moan from him.

“Fuck” he moaned.

Yoongi ran his tongue down the hollow of her throat which she scarcely breathed. Their eyes locked as they already anticipated how the night would end. Yoongi and Seul were into deep in their own world, the world that they created solely with love.

As the night fall, the lovebird continued their love making until dawn. Their moans filled the bedroom, mixed with the creaking of the bed.

He continued to thrust and thrust without stop.

Seul was convulsing uncontrollably and she bit down on Yoongi’s shoulder to suppress muffle her loud scream. In hope that the lovemaking sound would not travel far and stayed within the safe radius.

Little did they know, the thin walls indeed have ears.

“Fuck Yoongi hyung and Seul, can’t they just shut the fuck up. I want to sleep” Jimin mumbled against Jungkook chest.

“Yoongi hyung is dicking her down so good to have her scream like that”

The small guy frowned in response “Yeah, dicking her down in a house full of men. Need I to remind them, only two of us are bisexuals and currently not interested in vagina”

Jungkook chortled, “Hmm, getting a vagina doesn’t sound that bad babe”

“YAH JEON JUNGKOOK” Jimin was drowsy at first and now he was fully awake. His eyes rounded at the indirect confession from his boyfriend, and he was trying to digest the double meaning behind it.

“Are you hinting on something?” he looked at him suspiciously.

“I mean, it is not like I never seen Seul naked”

“Jeon fucking Jungkook!”

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Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em

Summary- 3.9k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island. Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- Child Endangerment, Hints of Smut (nothing graphic) Swears.

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting! 🎃

A/N 2- We’re halfway through!

Chapter 2 / Masterlist

The family settled and a few weeks later, morning started out normal for the rest of the household , but didn't start that way for Andy. His coughing never seemed to break and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. You were already up to make breakfast for everyone, and Andy came down the stairs, rubbing at his chest.

“Coffee Andy?” You ask while holding the coffee pot over his mug but he shook his head.

“No, I actually came down hoping to find some cough syrup? Or pain medicine? Anything really. We don't have any upstairs.”

“Oh I tossed out the old stuff. But I will pick some up when I go out today. I told Jacob that I would drop him off at the high school today after I got John on the bus.”

Just as you were saying this, a stampede of footsteps came down the stairs making Andy wince a bit and all three kids came around the corner into the kitchen. Andy barked out a bit sharply, which even surprised you. “Y’all don’t need to be running on the stairs.” He coughed again and shivered. “Fuck its cold… I'm going down to check on the heater. If you could get that stuff, that would be great.”

He snapped the door open and disappeared from sight while you were staring after him in surprise. Even all three of the kids seem to be in shock. Jacob just shrugged at his father's weird behavior and went to sit on a stool at the kitchen bar, the other two following him while you set plates with some scrambled eggs on them in front of them. Jacob just took toast nibbling on the edge of it a bit.

“My phone cant keep any kind of charge whatsoever! I just got this thing to.” Jacob flipped it around to show you, and you saw it was already at 50 percent. You frowned at that, because of course he had one of the better styles of phones. Much better than anything you've ever had.

“Your charging cord is working and everything?” You question and he nods, slipping it in his pocket.

“Works just fine. It charges it to one hundred percent, twenty minutes later it is back down to fifty.”

You shrug at Jacob at a loss and happen to glance at a small clock on the kitchen windowsill. “Shit.” you hiss out and down the last of your coffee. “Come on, time for the bus before we're late. Jake, meet you in the car.” You grab your car keys and open the door to call down to Andy. “I'm taking the kids to school.”

You heard nothing more than a resounding deep cough and frowned reminding yourself to pick up that cough medicine for Andy on your way home. “Got your backpack John? Alright, lets go.” The whole pack of kids ushered out the door, leaving Andy all alone.

Andy is pacing downstairs, waiting for the heater to kick on, cursing it out.

“Spent all this money and the damn thing wont work.” he mutters while pulling the chair from his desk to it to sit in front of it, messing with the buttons on the front till a groaning protest came from the heater, and it clicked on to blast a bit of cool air, and quickly switched to warm. Rolling his chair back to his desk, he pulled out files from the bottom drawer to contact his clients and inform them that he was back in business at his new location.

He was so tired though, having felt like he was up half the night feeling ill, and within a few moments he simply closed his eyes to rest them, he would use as an excuse to himself. Within moments he nodded off, and the creeping shadow came out of hiding, solidifying in front of his desk. Sharp clicking steps echoed against the cement floor and claws seared when they touched the wood of Andy's desk. It leaned forward to loom over the desk, over Andy whose chin rested against his chest. Forked tongue slithered along Andy's face, making him twitch in his sleep, whispering “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em” Red eyes watched his victim for a moment, seemingly at peace in this state. It flexed its hands, claws scratching into the wood before giving a hard shake, sending papers and pens flying, Andy’s laptop skidding across the surface and a picture that you had set on there yesterday crashing loudly to the floor. Cracking the glass into shattering pieces across the floor to glint wickedly. Andy’s eyes sprang open and he tipped forward to grab his shaking desk in surprise to see glowing red eyes and the scream of “Catch ‘em!”

Then it all stopped, and he shoved back from his desk, pressing his heels to his eyes thinking he was seeing things. “What the fuck, what the fuck.” when he lifted his head, his breathing shaky to look at his desk, it was all normal. His papers were still exactly where he had set them before, his laptop in sleep mode ready to be used, pens all neatly lined up how he liked, and his family looking at him with wide happy smiles and laughs at the beach, the glass shining slightly in the light.

“Jesus Christ Andy, get it together.” he shivered, cold once more and started coughing again. The door at the top of the stairs opened and your soft footsteps brought you down, Andy glanced up to see you carrying a steaming mug with the string of a tea bag wrapped around the handle and a paper bag that he assumed must have been the med’s he asked for. You reached the bottom and started approaching him, seeing his flushed face, the way he was heavy breathing with the rise of his chest, and you frowned while sitting the mug in front of him.

“Baby, you don't look so good.” Your hand brushed against the side of his face, and it felt ice cold to him. Jerking out of your touch a bit, he wrapped his hands around the mug and sipped from it, scowling at the taste.

“Don't talk to me like one of the kids Y/N.” he bit out of nowhere and he could see your face flash in a bit of hurt. “Sorry- sorry… I don't know what's wrong. Just a head cold is all. Are those the med’s?”

“I got you a bit of everything.” your voice was colder towards him now, turned off from his offhand comment, and you set those down to, Andy knew he had to make it up to you, that was twice in the same morning he had been short, completely out of character for him. His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I have been an ass this morning.” He said, hoping you would ease up a bit. Which you did, he felt you relax on his thigh and your hand lifted to brush through his hair, tilting your head.

“I know you're not feeling good. Come up soon and lay back down though? I am worried about you.” you confess, and he nods. “I gotta go back up and check on Cassidy.”

You leave him at his work, and going up the stairs, you leave the door open to let the kitchen's sunshine at least shine down the dark stairs. Maybe it will remind Andy to come back up you think to yourself as you leave the kitchen.

As soon as you do, the door eases shut, closing him back down in the dark belly of the house. Up the stairs, you walk the long hallway towards Cassidy’s room, gazing along the walls, imagining the photos you wanted to hang along the way when you heard Cassidy’s soft voice seemingly talking to someone.

“No Jody, I cant. Mommy wouldn't like that, and neither would Andy.” You tilt your head curiously hearing this now, recalling her mentioning someone by that name a few times now since moving in.

“Well, okay Jody, that doesn't sound too bad. And it is really cool. He took me out on it a few times. Even let me drive it once.”

You eased her door open to see her standing in the middle of her room, and she jumped when she saw you.

“Oh mommy! You scared me.” She giggled, and you poked your head around the door to see what she was talking to. Nothing, there was nothing there.

“Who are you talking to, Babygirl?” You ask, and Cassidy looks once more where she had been talking before answering.

“Jody, but they are gone now.” she hummed and turned towards her box of toys to dig through it. You come into the room and go to sit on the edge of her bed, watching as she pulled out a few of her dolls and brought out her tea set.

You wiggle your nose a bit, knowing imaginary friends were not uncommon. You pull up to a stand as she is setting up her dolls around a small table. “Do you want me to have tea with you?”

“No Mommy, I wanna just play by myself.” She said happily and you lean down to kiss the top of her head. Walking out, Cassidy followed behind you, peeking out to see you heading off to go back down the stairs.

“Okay Jody, she's gone. You still wanna go down to see the boat?” Cassidy looked over her shoulder to see the closet door easing open on its own. Cassidy giggled, and raced out of her bedroom, one goal in mind. Going to the boathouse.

You're in the kitchen, unpacking the last few boxes when you hear Cassidy’s feet thumping down the stairs. Luckily Andy is still down in the basement and hopefully can't hear the thumps that seemed to bother him. You were surprised in finding the door, but figured he must have had to shut it if he was talking to a client. Opening it back up to hear Andy was still downstairs, typing away on his laptop now with the clicking noise that worked its way up the stairs. Humming you lift another box on the table and start to unpack the contents. Turning your back from the fridge, you hop up to sit on the edge of the counter so you could fit the dishes together and put them on the upper shelf you couldn't reach. Unnoticed by you, the alphabet letters on the fridge start shifting around, letters coming together to fit together in a couple words.

When you finish, you hop off the counter and turn back to catch sight of the refrigerator door, your eyes widening at the horrible words spelled on the door.

Katch ‘em Kill ‘em

You gasp in shock at them, wondering who would have possibly written that. Thumps on the stairs distracted you half a second and Andy appeared with his mug for a refill. “Andy, did you write that on the fridge?” you say in a slightly accusing voice, and he frowns while glancing at you as he heads to put the kettle on the stove.

“What are you talking about Y/N?”

“The magnets on the fridge.” You answer and you both turn to the fridge door to see the letters scattered all over the place, not spelling anything. You scowl in frustration, because you know what you saw and Andy gives you a strange look.

“What words?” he asks while he's at the sink, filling up the kettle with water and you just shake your head.

“Nothing, I thought I saw something, but I didn't.” you brush it off, now unsure of what you saw. While you're unwrapping more dishes, you suddenly hear Andy utter. “Oh shit, Cassidy!” and the tin sound of the kettle crashing in the sink while Andy is sprinting to the back door and outside. You drop what you're doing and follow him out, right on his heels as he's running down the wooden deck steps and headed straight for the boat house. “ANDY?” You shout from behind him as he's running full out across the deck. “What's wrong?!” your panicked, unsure what is going on while Andy is trying to wrench the door open.

“Cassidy, I saw her go in here.” He rushed out as he wrenched on the handle, trying to get it to unclasp. You start pounding on the door now in a frantic way, Cassidy couldn't swim, and the boat house was stretched over the lake, should she slip in, there was a good chance she would drown. Your fear builds as Andy continues trying to get the door open. “What the fuck. CASS! OPEN THE DOOR.” he yells while trying to push it open.

“Oh god Andy, get it open, get it open.” tears start to well up in your eyes as you picture your daughter slipping under the water out of sight.

Andy growls out and pushes you aside to slam against the door, hoping to wrench it open. “I'm trying Y/N, get out of the way.”

Your just about to jump in to swim around to the other side of the boat house when the door sprang open and you both race in, looking around the dim interior to see Cassidy standing on the nose of the motor boat just staring out over the lake, you gasp in surprise seeing her like that as Andy made his way carefully along the edge of the deck not to startle her.

“Cass, Babygirl, look at me.” Andy says softly as he makes his way towards her. Your right behind him.

“Cassidy, look at Andy.” you whimper out, watching as she gets closer to the edge of the boat, and her gaze was so far away out over the lake, like she never noticed you or Andy trying to get to her.

“Cass!” He says more urgently, and she jumps to look at him, slipping a bit as the boat rocks from her movements. “Take my hand baby.” He stretches his hand out and she shakes her head a bit.

“I can’t, I gotta go.” Cass say’s with certainty, tilting her head like she was listening to someone else. “Jody want’s to take me to play.”

“Take his hand Cass!” your panic rushing your voice and Andy stretches out further over the water, his voice turning hard and authoritative.

“Cassidy I’m not asking again. Take my hand.” When Cassidy heard him this time, she snapped her head to look at him and her eyes grew wide with surprise. She stretched for his hand, her fingers trying to reach for his. Andy is quick to snatch her and pull her off the boat to safety, falling back against the wall from the momentum. You gather your daughter in your arms, giving a sob.

“Cassidy what were you doing, you could have drowned.”

Now the girl is caught up in Andy's and yours fear, giving her own sob as tears burst from her eyes while you and Andy rush out of the boat house with her strongly clutched in your arms, stopping just outside as she wails out. “Jody wanted to see the boat Mommy! Jody wanted me to go with them.”

“Cass, there is no Jody!” your nerves shook so you shout at her in anger and fear, and Andy reaches to take Cassidy from your arms.

“She's scared Y/N and didn't know any better, yelling isn't going to help.” He turns the little girl in his arms as she sobs into his shoulder, his hand smoothing along her back to calm her down. “Hey Kiddo, it's going to be okay.” He tried calming Cassidy who’s sobs wracked her body in Andy’s arms, and you walked away a bit to take a shuddering inhale. You know he's right, you're just upsetting her more, but your fear outweighed that right now.

“Just lock that damn door Andy, so this doesn't happen again.” you look back at the door and he nods.

“I will go pick up a lock at the hardware store, I promise.” He assured you and you nodded, wiping away your tears. Now your daughters crying in Andy’s shoulder upset you, made you feel guilty for yelling at her. You move to press your hand against her back and say her name. She tilts her head to look at you through teary eyes and you try giving her a shaky smile.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn't mean to yell. You just really scared me and Andy.”

She gave a sniffle and Andy eased her back so she could wipe her face dry and look at both of them.

“I’m-i’m sorry. Next time I will ask.” She said, and you nodded. Andy shifted her once more to rest on his hip.

“Cassidy, the boathouse is dangerous and you know off limits to you and John. If Jody tells you to do something you're not supposed to, what do you tell Jody?” he asked and the little girl lifted her arm to wipe her face again, hiccuping as she tried to catch her breath.

“I tell Jody no Andy.” she said, his hand still rubbing against her back.

“That's right, if you're not sure if you're allowed, you come ask Mommy, Me, or Jacob if it's okay.” he smiled at her to reassure her that it was all okay.

She gave a nod and he held up a pinkie finger, which she hooked her finger around and Andy kissed her forehead. “Pinky promise I swear Andy.”

“Can't break a pinky promise. You know… I think I have some cookies up at the house.” He said, his hand coming up to brush the last tears away with his thumb on her cheeks. “You wanna get a snack before I have to go back to work?”

Cassidy seemed to consider it. “Oreos?”

“Of course they are oreos!” Andy winked as you all headed back up to the house. “Best cookie there is, right?”

Cassidy gave a firm nod, and you let out a relieved breath. Crisis averted.

Later that afternoon, Andy came back out of the basement just as you were finishing the kitchen, Cassidy coloring at the table while he grabbed his keys.

“I will go pick up Jacob and stop at the hardware store.” He pecked a kiss on your cheek, and you looked at him.

“You sure you're feeling up for it?”

Andy nodded and flashed a smile. “I feel much better Love, those meds kicked in and some fresh air will do me good.”

You happen to agree since he's been in that basement most of the day, and you wave a goodbye, deciding you should probably figure out what's gonna be for dinner later in the day. “How about tacos tonight Cass?”

She cheers and you double check to make sure there was enough ingredients, which there was. No need to send Andy a text to pick up anything. “Come on kiddo, lets go pick John up from the bus stop.” you snap the door shut, bluntly ignoring the letters scattered over the fridge.

Heading down the driveway, the house groaned, all alone once again. There was a shattering through the kitchen, your finest dishes being flung from the cupboard and against the wall, fine china dust settling in the air as the scattered pieces spread across the linoleum for you to find later. The basement door wrenched open and the yawning darkness going down the stairs turned darker, more ominous.

When you came back, you stared in shock, stopping both John and Cassidy from going in to save them from stepping on shattered broken shards. “How about you two go on up to your rooms to play while I clean this up?”

Both children went upstairs, and you grabbed a broom to start sweeping, as you passed the basement door, you slammed it shut in frustration and anger.

Night fell and you got the kids settled in. Settling in bed yourself to lean against the headboard, massaging your temples while Andy was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.

You were beat after having to help John with his homework and Cassidy suddenly changed her mind and just hated tacos. Andy seemed to be feeling better, helping where he could. Offering to take over the dishes when John called you back to the kitchen table, and afterwards he hugged you from behind, kissing your neck while whispering in your ear that he couldn't wait to put a baby in you before he went back down to the basement to finish up with a few things.

Thinking back on his idea made you warm up and when Andy came back in the bedroom and stretched out next to you, you looked at him, biting your lip while looking at him.

“You really wanna tonight?” you asked hopeful, since moving your and Andy’s sexual escapades had diminished a bit and you put it all to the stress of moving a whole family to a new house.

“Make you a baby momma? Of course, come on over Pretty Girl.” He reached up to click off the lights and bathe the room in the moonlight when you gently eased into his lap, the two of you starting with gentle affectionate kisses before they turned deeper and needier. Andy's hands slid up and down your back through your tank top, and you would sigh against his lips at how good it felt. Andy chained kisses from your mouth to your jaw and you tilted your head back to let him chain those kisses of his down your neck. He pulled you in closer to feel more of you when his glance lifted to look in the mirror just behind you at the end of the bed.

At first Andy had no idea what he was actually looking at, a grotesque face appeared above him in the mirror, like it was balancing on the headboard behind him. Crouching in place, its clawed hands dug into the wood, its muscled body flexing as it swayed slightly on the head board. Up to its face, a forked tongue slithered out and red eyes glared at him in the mirror. How could something from a nightmare be here right now? He wasn't asleep, he was just about to make love to his wife. His head jerked back in shock, banging against the headboard with a loud crack as he looked up to see nothing above him. “Fuck!”

You yanked up in surprise, running your hands down his chest. “Handsome, what's wrong?” your head tilted and you looked where he was staring, feeling his heart starting to race under your hands.

“You didn't see that?” He grasped your hips, making you go still as you frowned.

“See what Andy?” his gaze fell back to ours and then back up.

“There was something there, fuck I saw it in the mirror. I don’t even know what it was. It looked like a- ” He grasped your hips and sat up to look around, your hands grabbing onto the front of his tee shirt in surprise. Looking back to the mirror and then to Andy who was still trying to figure it out.

“Like what Andy?” You are studying him trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“Fuck it I know Y/N.” His hold tightened on you a moment, like whatever was going to rip you away while he still looked around the room.

“Hey hey, Andy.” you cup his face and make him look at you, kissing his forehead and down till you leaned your forehead against his. “It's okay, there is nothing there, I promise.” Your lips brushed against his. His breathing slowly started to settle back down, and your hands rubbed against his shoulders and the back of his neck as he started to sink back against the pillows, rubbing at his face.

“It was so real though Y/N. These past few weeks, I feel like I'm losing my mind.”

You tilt your head and brace your hands against his chest. “Stress Andy, we’ve had a lot going on. It will get better, I promise.”

His blue eyes shined up at yours and softened seeing you looking down at him, his hands going back to tracing your thighs clasped at his sides. “You know I love you right Pretty Girl?”

You nodded and he twisted you two around till you were underneath him, and tilted your head up to kiss you deeply. “I think I was just about to put a baby in you.”

You giggled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering. “Yes you were Andy.”

#home sweet home #DinoScaryStories2020 #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber au #amber writes #sweater writes #halloween #halloween 2020 #writing challenge #amityville horror

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rudy-sport · 3 years ago

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Project Mango/A.D.M.I.N; Chapter 1

Shock. They actually fucking responded. A letter from a government official regarding his project. Derrick just stood at the mailbox with his mouth wide open. He didn't even care that the neighbors could see stuff like his pajama pants with ducks on them, or the matching duck slippers. All that mattered was this letter addressed to him.

"Momma!! They replied!" he yelled, running into the house and undoubtedly waking some people up. Hell, his mother, Maude, was barely awake. She'd been dozing off on the couch. She looked up with a confused look on her face. "Derrick why, in God's name, are you yellin'? It's 7 in the mornin I havent even woken up all the way!" Maude told him, standing up.

Derrick simply nodded, but excitedly showed his mother the letter. "Look! I got a reply!" he exclaimed, pointing at the subject line of the letter. "Re: Derrick Lewis, Project Mango Experiments" it read. What was Project Mango exactly?

Maude had the same question. "Derrick what the hell is this 'Project Mango'? Is this one of your lil science things?" she asked.

"Well basically, some people can't really have kids. The solution? Fruit baby. Trust me, Momma, this is genius! I just need a lot of different samples of organic matter and certain particles that are involved in the human body, and some incubators, and then I can test this out!!" he explained. Maude looked confused. "Why mangos?" Derrick simply shrugged. "We have too many, and we both know you and I wont eat em. May as well use em for my science stuff. That's how your phone stays charged."

Maude looked confused by that statement, but didn't want to question it. She just shook her head and sat back down on the couch. This was too much information for her to stand for. "C'mon, baby, read your letter. I wanna know what they told ya." she said, patting the seat next to her.

Derrick nodded and sat down, clearing his throat. "'Hello, Derrick. My name is Barry Knowbol, and I'm with the United States government in regards to more scientific endeavors. We receive a lot of letters and emails from young people such as yourself, but none of which have ever caught my eye until I read yours. You want to assist those with issues reproducing by introducing produce (as in the fruit kind of produce, hahaha) and certain organic matter to create a living being. That's so interesting.

'We understand that you need a lot of materials. Incubators, the organic matter previously mentioned, and some money because I'm sure you'll end up needing to take care of the fruits of your labor (haha, another joke. I'm on a roll today :]). We are willing to provide such things for you with the condition that you document the process taken so we can have it in our records. If this ends up a successful experiment then you could easily become famous and become a spokesman for this kind of accomplishment. Please write back with the exact materials you need and I'll have my people carry it to your place.

'Thank you SO much for reaching out to us with this idea. Sincerely, Barry Knowbol of the United States government.'"

Derrick looked at his mother, who had a shocked look on her face. He expected her to say something, anything, but she just sat for several moments, leaning back in her seat and taking all that information in.

"Would...you be okay with that, Momma?" Derrick asked, breaking the silence. Maude just sat for a few more minutes before finally opening her mouth.

"I'll let you do this. But if it becomes too much for you, please tell me. Don't exhaust yourself doin this, okay, honey?"

Derrick nodded and ran upstairs to his room. He had an important letter to write back to Mr. Barry Knowbol.

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"Liyah, sweetie, why are you leaving us?"

"Dad I just- I don't want to be your apprentice anymore. I wanna go out and see the world!"

18 year old Aliyah argued with her father, Robert. Back and forth, "Please don't leave us!" "But I want to live my life!" and so on.

Aliyah finally had enough, and slammed her foot on the floor. "I'M DONE!" she shouted, causing her father to take a step back.

"Nora, my sweet daughter, please don't yell at me I've done nothing wrong!" Robert claimed, feigning sadness.

"Yes, because forcing me into a private school and getting mad because I started dating Mason Calohan and calling him my boyfriend in the 7th grade is doing nothing wrong." Aliyah said, going down a hallway to her bedroom.

"MACY Calohan is a weirdo who thinks she's a man because she wants her father's place as mayor later in life. She keeps calling herself a gay man and she's just gonna confuse the town!" Robert said, trying to justify himself.

"STOP DOING THAT. You WONDER why I wanna leave but here you are fucking misgendering my best friend! Even Kevin York calls Mason by the right shit and he drinks and cheats on his wife!" she shouted, punching the wall next to the door afterwards. Robert groaned and left the doorway to her room.

"Robert, calm down. She'll go around the world and come home once she misses us." Robert's wife, Maria, said. She patted his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. Robert eased down and sat in his armchair.

He didn't understand where he'd gone wrong. He thought he did so good training her into being his apprentice so that Aliyah could take on the family business.

Then she started hanging out with the mayor's oldest... child. That thing taught Aliyah about being queer and other such things. Now she's claiming to be a "demi girl" that's "a sexual" and "pan romantic."

Robert thinks its ridiculous. His daughter is a woman and she shouldn't even think about loving other women. She also shouldnt be saying shes half a girl, shes a whole girl.

Unfortunately for Robert and his wife, they're only 2 of very few people who share those kinds of views. Not too many people will agree with them, but it is what it is.

Aliyah finishes packing her suitcase. It doesnt need this. All she needs is her passport, her precious items, and one last haircut from her mother because she will admittedly miss those haircuts.

"Mom? Will you cut my hair?" Aliyah shouts, walking out of its room. Maria pops up and rushes to get her scissors and a trash bag. Robert stands up and pulls his wife close. "Collect that hair and keep it in a sandwich bag for me." he whispers. Maria just nods, confused by this request.

What is Robert planning.

#project mango/a.d.m.i.n chapters #tw misgendering #tw deadnaming #tw transphobia

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goat-yells-at-everything · 4 years ago

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Officially filing a claim of discrimination

The agency I was going to be placed with officially denied my request for accommodation today because I did not have a doctors note.

Yes, technically they can ask for a doctors note. HOWEVER, in the event a doctors note is not obtainable there are 2 other options, documentation for her training or a trial period to prove she would not be a disruption. As I trained her myself I’ve got no documentation for her training (which IS allowed under the ADA) but the agency was not willing to discuss a trial period.

Since the agency wasn’t willing to wave the doctors note its a clear case of discrimination on their part.

I’m in the process of filing a complaint with the state Human Rights agency and I’ve also been advised to speak with an employment/discrimination lawyer. I have been in contact with a law office and their initial phone interviewer said it does sound like a case they are likely to take. But (the ever present but) the initial consultation is 100$ for an hour. Not a whole lot but when you dont have any job prospects its an amount you dont want to throw around willy nilly.

I’m going to wait and think on it over the weekend. Is this stress something I want to invite into my life? Personally, no. I really do not want to. BUT (again with the buts) if I wont fight for my rights, who will? What will the next job request? If I fight it now I’ll have precedent on my side. I dont particularly want to work for this agency if I have to force them to let me work for them but I want to be able to say “you cant do this. its illegal” so the next person wont have to deal with this bullshit. I want a document that I can hand any other potential employer and say “you cant deny my dog entry” so I dont have to go through all this again.

Please Read Below!

I am always open for commissions but I want to remind everyone of that now. It would really help right now to be able to pay the consultation fee. I have one in the works right now and if I could get a few more I can cover the fee easily. After that, well, I’ll have to see what the lawyer is willing to do and how much he’ll charge. :(

Commission Info

#disability rights #discrimination #goat gonna sue a bitch #maybe

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supernatural---imagines · 4 years ago

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Girlfriend- Part 6: Clean Slate

Series summary: Sam’s suspicious behaviour has you and Dean curious enough to follow him, to find out he is meeting with a Demon in secret leaves you both in shock. Based on S4 demon blood story line with a darker ending.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Ruby, Sam x Reader (Platonic)

Chapter summary: Aftermath of the motel scene, angsty meet up between reader and Dean. The next part will have more action! Enjoy.

MASTERLIST

You sat at your motel table looking through a magazine that had been left behind by the last resident. You had nothing to do and nowhere to go, you felt stuck. Your eyes scanned over the pages you had read multiple times already, but you weren’t willing to stop and let your mind wander to think about Sam and what he had become, to think about Dean and how betrayed he felt by your actions. You had let both men down, which was the last thing on earth you ever wanted to do, but worse the last thing they expected from you.

You spent the past few days in the room, only ever leaving to go to the vending machine outside your room. You didn’t have any motivation to go anywhere, especially not hunting. The only place you wanted to go was home to Bobby’s but you knew you weren’t welcome there anymore.

You hadn’t heard from Sam since you last saw him, you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to see him again. Same for his brother, after he left two nights ago he made no attempt to contact you, although you didn’t try either. The way Dean left you really did hurt, but you were able to excuse his behaviour on account of his drunken and grief ridden state.

Your phone on the bed started to ring, you knew it’d be Bobby, he was the only person calling you lately. You dragged your feet over to it and picked it up.

"I'm real worried, Y/N" Bobby spoke down the phone before you could even say hello.

"I am too. I don't have a clue what's going on with either of them. Not even sure if Sam performed the ritual, although if he did kill Lilith I think we would've heard."

"You need to get down here and help your boyfriend" Bobby said in a scolding tone.

"Bobby we're not-"

"You have one little squabble and you're givin' up? He needs you now more than ever, I know he was with you a few nights ago, he was drunkenly rambling about it. I ain't never seen him like this" He ranted.

“He wont want me there” You spoke.

“Get your ass down here or so help me-”

"Fine.. I'll come over, but no promises he'll let me help him" you sighed as you hung up your phone and got off from the bed. You took your scrubby motel bathrobe off and swapped it for your dress and Dean's button down. Never did you think when you bought it two weeks ago that it would be the only thing you would be wear since. You put on your hunting boots and headed out the door.

You pulled up to Bobby's in around 15 minutes. You checked yourself in the car wing mirror to make sure you looked presentable before walking up the path to Bobby's front door. Conveniently, his car was gone. He had obviously left to give you a Dean some privacy and you weren't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. You felt nerves split through your body as you stood before the front door, you were not sure how he would react to seeing you. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you knocked the door.

Dean came to the door with a defensive stance, relaxing slightly when he opened it to see you. That made you feel a lot better.

"What do you want?" He sighed, rolling his eyes. It was all an act, you knew him inside out. But it still hurt the way he was treating you.

"We need to talk." You pushed past him into the house and straight to the fridge where you hoked out two beers. You opened them and handed one to Dean who was lingering in the living room. You sat down on the couch and patted for him to sit beside you, his stiff body moved towards it but opted to lean against the arm of the chair instead of next to you.

"Dean you literally just fucked me in a dodgy motel room two nights ago and now you can't sit beside me?" You snapped. He slid down the arm awkwardly and sat next to you, his body was tense and he gripped his beer tightly.

"Yeah, that was a mistake."

"Thanks." You spat, his actions and words were really starting to get to you, if he kept this attitude up you wouldn’t want to help him. He was able to turn himself into an entirely different person when he wasn’t in a good mood, but he has never been so cold with you before.

"I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. Not why i'm here." you interrupted. "I'm here to tell you wanted I wanted to in the motel before you fucked off leaving me feeling like some random whore"

Dean looked at you awkwardly, his expression flicking to a mix between a wince and a sympathetic smile before his gaze found his beer again.

"I am genuinely really sorry for what I've done. I know I should've left the Sam thing alone." you started. His brothers name still made his face involuntarily twitch. "I know I've created this huge burden for you and I can't imagine how it feels."

Dean snapped up from the couch and began to pace. He was so irritated by your presence and it was clear. He wasn't ready to hear your apology, he didn't understand your reasoning and you weren't sure if he ever would. He brought his beer to his lips that weren't so long ago we're all over your body. He took a swig and then found himself leaning against Bobby's desk, arms defensively crossed over his body.

"I love Sam a lot" You began to try and explain.

"Oh I know you do, I remember your little crush" he said pathetically childishly.

"Is that a joke?" You snapped.

"That's obviously why you're so obsessed with this and couldn't leave it alone like I asked" Dean conspired. He shook his head with a dry laugh when you reacted by jumping off your seat and charging over to him.

"I had a little crush for like a week! It was so long ago and so insignificant that i barely remembered it even happened. Are you being serious right now? I was fucking in love with you! Unfortunately for me, I still am!"

"Unfortunately?" He snarled.

"When you act like a fucking baby and do nothing but hurt me day after day for a couple of weeks, yes it's pretty unfortunate."

His head dropped again and he avoided your gaze, he didn’t want you reading him like he knew you could.

"Listen to me. I did what I did because I love your brother. I would do it for Bobby, for any one we care about. I thought I could reason with him, bring him home. I was wrong. He's too far gone, and he's only going to go deeper. I know I should've listened to you,"

"Yeah" dean scoffed.

"But whether I went or not, Sam would still be doing what he’s doing. The only difference is now we know, and we can stop him before things get even worse.”

Dean finally seemed to be listening, he wasn’t tense, he wasn’t ready to fight, he was just silent soaking in your words.

“The thing is though Dean, what I did, I had good intentions. Everything you’ve said and done to me was out of pure nastiness.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head gently. He didn’t ever mean to hurt you, all he felt was betrayal from you choosing Sam over him, just like Sam chose blood over him. Although as you explained your actions, he began to realise you chose Sam for him and you really didn’t deserve the way he was treating you.

“How bad was he, Y/N?” He asked with a cracked voice.

“His eyes were black.” You whispered, thinking if you said it quietly it wouldn’t hurt him as much.

You could almost see Dean’s heart breaking inside him, his face winced was he tried to keep back tears and his body folded. You hated how much you cared for him, how shitty he was being to you but no matter what you would always be there for him. You set down your beer and carefully placed your hands on his slumped shoulders, waiting for a bad reaction from him. He melted under your touch and fell into you, the dams in his tear ducts burst as he collapsed and weaped into your embrace. You shushed him and stood with him until he was composed.

“I am sorry too.” He finally spoke again. “I shouldn’t have came round to your motel room and then left the way I did. I’ve treated one night stands better than that, and I’m embarrassed. You’re the love of my life and you deserve far more respect than I’ve been giving you lately.”

“I appreciate that.” You stepped back from him but he grabbed your hand and held it as you faced him. His thumb grazed the back of your hand gently.

“You can come back if you want, if you’ll forgive me for kicking you out how I did.” He spoke with pleading eyes that were on the brink of tears. “I get what you did was for all of us, for the good of this family. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

“We both fucked up.”

“Clean slate?” He asked as he stood from the desk and towered over you. Your eyes looked up into his, the look they had been giving you the past while was long gone and the loving gaze of your boyfriend seemed to have returned.

“Clean slate.” You closed your eyes as he brought his lips to yours and breathed you in, it felt like a lifetime since he’d touched you like this. Your free hand rested on his stubbled cheek and kept him close to you. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on yours smiling.

“So i’m the love of your life then?” You asked cheekily.

“Always.” He began to kiss you once more when when Bobby barged in startling you both.

“OK love birds break it up. We got some serious work to do.”

READ PART 7

#Dean Winchester x reader #Dean winchester one shot #supernatural x reader #supernatural one shot #supernatural fanfic

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oblivious-embodied · 4 years ago

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Sneak Peak to Chapter 2 of my ML ReWrite AU (unfinished)

“Claws Out?” Adrienne watches as Plagg spaghettifies as the tiny cat gets sucked toward the ring on her finger, and when Plagg makes contact, there is a blinding, green flash of light.

When she regains her bearings, she looks down at her hand and holds back a gasp.

Not only is her hand covered in a black substance, but her entire body is too! And the ring, the Black Cat Miraculous as it’s called, it’s all black, with a neon green paw print on the face.

Looking at the rest of her body, she notes that she’s got bulbous things (possibly guards or safety features?) on her wrists. Tthere seems to be some padding that has been riveted to her forearm, as well as on her shoulders.

There’s some black tubing running diagonally inward toward her heart from the middle of her deltoid to just above her peck, back down under her arm, up to her shoulderblade and back to her deltoid.

She’s got a zipper up the front of her chest, with a bell hanging off the zipper lever. She’s got some pockets too!

A black belt is wrapped around her waist that wraps around itself on the back to become tail-like, and it swings in lazy curls. Like a cat’s tail would. It seems almost curious in the way it curls in on itself, hesitating to touch Adrienne’s body.

She’s got some sort of steel-toed boots, but they’re skin tight and the steel toes are incredibly large and resemble cat paws.

Adrienne pokes the substance covering her skin curiously and bites back a yelp when a claw shoots from her finger, bouncing off the body suit before retracting. “Plaaaaaaaaaagg?” Adrienne calls out cautiously, unable to take her eyes of the suit that is laying on her body.

When she hears no response from the genie-kwami-cat, Adrienne takes a look into the mirror and her eyes blow wide as she tilts her head in curiousity.

Her hair has become longer by a good 2 inches, at least, and has become the literal embodiment of “bed-head” hair. It also seems to have a slight green hue to it. If her father ever saw her hair like this, he would ground her for a week and send her through a week and a half long powerpoint lecture of model hair care.

Again.

Then, when the initial shock of the new look wears off, she notices something that makes her heart warm. The new hairstyle frames her face incredibly well, it makes her almost want to look at her face. Makes her want to be happy looking at her face.

She’s… never really liked looking at her face. It never looked right. It was never what she thought, what she felt her face should look like. Even when she was a kid, something was off.

She’s still in the same body, the same wrong, male body, but it feels so much better than before. And she has absolutely no idea why.

What makes her smile even wider are the cat ears sitting atop her head. They’re small and cute and absolutely adorable and the way they smoosh the hair underneath them makes them look all that much cuter.

Then, she makes eye contact with herself and is instantly mezmerized by the neon green cat eyes sitting where her human eyes should be, framed by a black domino mask.

She tilts her head to the right, to the left, she spins around and around and around and the eyes in the reflection still follow her.

Then she realizes that those eyes in the reflection are hers.

Taking a shaky breath, Adrienne takes a moment to calm down. Plagg said that he-- it??-- can grant her the power of... destruction was it? She can’t remember.

But Plagg also said that she’ll have a partner, “the wielder of Creation”, whatever that means. She should go find her partner.

Shaking her head, Adrienne takes a closer look at this new suit-clothing-thing covering her body, (it reminds her of that american superhero comic villian, she believes the name to be Venom? She’ll have to read up on it again) and determines it to be some sort of leather based off the way the material has subtle spiderweb cracks in it. And the way it smells.

It’s a weird smell. She’s smelled leather before, the musty, almost new car like smell, but this is different. It almost burns her nose to smell. And… cheese?

Shaking her head again, she takes a step back and straightens up, (when had she been hunched over? Father would kill her for having such horrible posture!) and lets out a low moan as her entire body *Cracks* and somehow she feels incredibly energetic. Like she could run the whole of the Périphérique twice over in an hour and not be out of breath!

Taking a moment, she quickly calculates that running the Peripherique twice over in less than an hour would mean she could steadily run at 72 kilometers per hour, which means she could run even faster!

And if she thinks she can do this *easily* that means that she can go even *faster!*

Watch out Paris, there’s a new thing coming to town, and she is *fast.*

...And strangely cat themed.

Adrienne rolls her shoulders and finds that her entire body flows with it, like she’s dancing to a rhythm her brain has yet to register.

As she bounces up and down a little bit, she notices that the soreness she feels in her shoulders, heck her entire body, that is usully there due to her job as a model for Agreste Fashions, is no longer there.

Usually that only happens after a long nice massage.

This is so strange.

She rolls her head and works her jaw, which makes a popping sound in her ears and-

*crack!*

“*Ow!* That *hurt*” she cries out, slapping her hands over her ears in an attempt to keep the pain away, falling to her knees as she does so.

Then all the noises flood her ears.

She curls inward on herself, clutching her ears with tears in her tightly shut eyes as she can *hear* the electricity from the tv, the computers, the security system, the arcade games, her phone, from Everything in her goddamn *house*.

She can hear the clicking of Nathalie’s keyboard, the breaths she takes, the footsteps of the kitchen staff. She can hear the electronic ringing of the lightbulbs, the honking from cars that comes from every concievable direction. She can hear the slamming of doors, shattering glass, the shrieking of metal, crumbling of concrete, cracking of bones and-

She screams, curling even tighter in on herself, which only makes her ears hurt more, but it’s something to keep her mind off of the Noise of Everything Else. She takes deep breaths, trying desperately to calm her rapidly beating heart (which she can *hear*) and her muddled thoughts.

After a few seconds, she somehow manages to pick out the rapidly approaching footsteps from the utter cacophony of sounds drowinging her senses, and panics. She screamed bloody murder in her own house, of course people would come look for her.

She looks her door. If they open that door, Nathalie will rush in. Nathalie wont recognize her, they’ll attack and she’d be the worst hero to ever exist.

She’d also get attacked by at least 6 grown adults, and possibly charged with something, and grounded and all that.

She scrambles upward on wobbly limbs, trying to block out everything she can hear, and frantically looks around her room for something to do.

Then her eyes lock on the window.

And Adrienne does the only sensible thing.

She jumps through the window, sailing through the tempered glass (tempered. Frickin. glass.) and onto another rooftop across the street where she stumbles behind a chimney.

She didn’t even get cut. There is not a single cut on her body. What the hell *is* this thing?

After a minute, when she’s finally calm enough to not be in a state of utter shock, she registers something hitting her leg and looks to see what it is.

What she finds is a silver cylinder about 26 centimeters long, with a green paw on it, like her ring.

With a curious tilt of her head, she unclips the cylinder from her belt with one hand, keeping her other hand to her ear to try to block out the noises wreaking havok on her ears. She finds that the neon green paw print on the cylinder is flickering like a lightbulb about to blow.

She squints at the paw print, her eyesight slightly blurry from overwhelming noises, and with a half baked theory in mind, she puts the paw on her ring to the paw on the silver cylinder.

….Nothing happens.

Disappointed, she grabs the cylinder in both hands and glares at it.

“What do I do with you…?” she grumbles as she squints even harder at it.

…That big pad in the middle looks like a button. Buttons are meant to be pushed.

It looks like a very pushable button. She should push it.

Her right thumb twitches, but she doesnt make any moves to push the pad.

It’s a simple display, it wont do anything if she pushes it. She shouldnt touch it. It wont satisfy anything.

But she wants to.

With the way the light catches on it, its like it’s daring her to push it.

Which makes her want to 1) not push it out of spite, and 2) push it to mess with it.

She takes a moment to pause and reflect on her thoughts. Is she going insane? Is she so overwhelmed that she’s literally fighting herself on touching a simple paw print display?

...yes, yes she is.

And without any futher diliberation, she touches her thumb to the paw pad.

And promptly *shrieks* as the cylinder, which was previously only about 26 centimeters long, is suddenly *a meter and a half long*, making her jump back, slamming her head into the bricks (which does *not* help her headache) behind her and throw the cylinder thing, which, admittedly, is now more like a pole, onto a rooftop across the street.

After another minute of deep breaths, she looks behind herself (she’s certain she slammed her head into the bricks, why isnt her head hurting? Well, aside from the intense headache) to the chimney and balks at sight of *shattered brick* in the shape of her head. Her hands shoot to the back of her head and 1) finds it doesn’t hurt to touch and 2) there is no blood whatsoever.

She isn’t even wearing a helmet, or a hood or anything, how is she not bleeding?

If she hit that chimney with enough force to *shatter brick*, she should have a major concussion, and be knocked out cold, but *apparently* the little cat-genie names Plagg forgot to mention a few things.

If she can survive shattering bricks with her head and soaring through tempered glass, that means that her suit likely has some sort of kinetic energy absorbing properties. But it still doesn’t explain why the back of her head, which is completely unprotected, is unscathed.

It also doesn’t explain how she was able to slam her head into a brick chimney and shatter brick.

She needs to talk to Plagg about a lot of things once this is over.

...What is she supposed to do again? Go find her partner?

That seems like the best option.

Adrienne turns around to look for the silver cylinder/pole, but slaps a hand to hert forehead when she remembers that it’s on a rooftop across the street.

…Maybe she can jump the gap?

How’d she get into this mess?

————

Once Marinette can see again, she’s left dumbstruck, staring at her eyes and hair.

She... her eyes are blue now, a vibrant, light blue. A very, very captivating light blue. As blue as a clear summer sky. And the red and black polka dotted domino mask framing her eyes only serves to make her eyes stand out that much more.

She doesn’t like it. She wants her normal eyes back.

And her hair... it’s blue. Her black hair has been replaced with navy blue hair, as black at the midnight sky, as though someone had dyed it in the split second she closed her eyes. She finds that it’s been tied up in her regular pig tails, but the hair ties are long red ribbons. They don’t seem like the most effective way of holding her hair up, anyone could grab hold and yank them out.

She tentatively looks down at the rest of her body and is horrified to find that she’s wearing a ladybug styled *onesie*.

...Maybe she was knocked out and it’s now the future where girls wear skintight, ladybug patterned onesies and have blue hair and wear domino masks and everyone has been genetically modified to have blue eyes and-

Gods she needs to calm down.

Taking frantic breaths, she starts to rub her thumb in circles along her palm, focusing on the feeling of her thumb on her palm, imagining the tingling sensation that usually is the result of the action. She’s okay, she’s safe, she isn’t hurt, she isn’t in pain, she just looks different. It’s all okay.

The world isn’t collapsing into utter chaos, nothing is wrong, she’s in control, she’s still Marinette, she’s okay.

After a few moments of repeating this mantra, Marinette calms down enough to register the screaming outside and has to bite down the bile threatening to rise up her throat.

There is a rampaging stone monster outside that is destroying buildings and property and monuments and is very likely- very likely hurting thousands of people. Not to mention, this means that she really *had* just been talking to a floating creature of an unknown race, unknown origins, made up of some sort of biomass that no one knows about, and this alien being can talk and can grant powers and all sorts of weird fairytale stuff, and is somehow able to conjure a suit made of magic that looks like a toddler wanted to dress like a ladybug for when they want to sleep and dream of flying.

…Wow, that- that sounds even crazier than waking up in a dystopian future where girls have been genetically modified to have blue hair and eyes.

She pinches at the suit, hoping to pinch herself, but doesn’t find any hold on it, her fingers sliding and slipping every which way, which irritates her beyond belief. *How in the world do you take this ^off?!^*

“Tikki?! Tikki, I want my clothes back!” She calls out to the alien-- kwami, the kwami, turning in place to look for the being she she getsno response. Marinette’s pinching becoming even more frantic as her heart rate starts to increase at the thought of not being able to take off the foreign suit.

When she spins around to look in the mirror once more, something catches her attention, stopping her in her tracks.

Around her waist rests a yo-yo.

A… yo-yo…

What in the world can anyone do with a *yo-yo*?

Why the hell does she have a yo-yo?

“Tikki, I’m not going anywhere like this-“

She cuts herself off as Nadja Chamack’s voice sounds from the news again, a hint of fear in her usually professional tone.

“After wrecking the Shcüttler Tower, the monster is heading toward the Montparnasse Tower. No matter what the police do, the monster is unstoppable.” As she says this last part, the camera zooms in on this rock monster, and some crazy person on a bike chasing after it- wait is that?

“Alya?!” Marinette leans in toward the screen in shock. “What’s she doing out there?!”

Marinette stares at the screen, dumbstruck as she tries to figure out how her new friend is so crazy, then she remembers what Alya had said just an hour before: *“Where there’s a super villain, there is always a superhero”*, her phone and in her hand.

Just as Marinette’s hand is flying to her forehead to leave a red mark in the shape of her palm, Marinette’s maman calls out, freezing her hand milimeters from her forehead. “Marinette! Did you get home okay?”

This sends Marinette into a state of panic, her arms and legs flailing around like a human amalgamation of medieval nunchucks, a strangles squeak escaping her throat.

When she is no longer doing her interpretation of a squid in a net, Marinette calls back to her maman, turning around frantically to find a place to avoid her maman, her voice cracking. “*Oh!* Yeah mom, just super!” She can’t help but wince as her voice quavers nervously as she her eyes lock onto her skylight and bolting towards it, her heart beating a thousand kilometers a minute.

Not half a second after she wriggles halfway through the skylight and onto her roof, the trap door to her room opens slightly and her Maman’s voice float’s through the room “Marinette, you in here?” Concern clear as day in her tone.

Marinette lays flat on the roof, holding her breath and pressing against the side of the wall to make sure her maman doesn’t see her in this ridiculous get up, solely so she doesn’t die of sheer embarrassment.

After a few seconds, her Maman calls down to her Papa, the trapdoor to Marinette’s room clicking softly “Tom! She isn’t here, you *do* remember seeing her come through, right?”

Marinette releases a sigh, her shoulders slumping as she turns to look up at the sky. It’s filled with dust clouds.

This is... the weirdest day to ever happen. Hopefully, oh *gods* she hopes that this is all a dream and she’ll wake up on the first day of school again.

How would anyone believe her if she were to tell them that someone got their hands on a piece of jewelry connected to a magical being, and now has the ability to sense and manipulate people’s *emotions* so that they can do their dirty work. That someone who was experiencing *normal human emotions* was turned into a literal rock monster that is unstoppable. How is she supposed to tell anyone that she, in her ladybug onesie, yo-yo, and apparent powers to create *anything* and a partner, who apparently has the powers of *destruction* are supposed to get this piece of jewelry back.

Oh wait, of course, how could she forget, she *can’t* tell anyone. And even if she wanted to, they’d just think she was crazy and throw her into a mental institution.

Granted, Marinette is pretty sure she has gone crazy.

All Marinette wants to do is lay down and sleep. Why can’t she just do that? Just lay down on this rooftop and close her eyes and let the world around her melt away.

Wake up tomorrow on the first day of school and only worry about Chloe being a bully, and not about all this ancient magic and manipulation and the fact that she’s one of the two people who have to take care of it.

Wait…

Suddenly, Marinette sits upright, eyes blown wide. She’s 13 years old! She just started her first year in college! She’s got a family! She can’t be dealing with magic and ancient rituals and evil guys who are likely looking to kill everyone and are in their 40’s and likely living in their mom’s basement because they prefer shouting at kids over the computer and what if her partner is an adult! Will they just laugh at her and pick her up and set her aside and treat her like a little kid who can’t do anything and possibly take whatever it is that’s in her ears?

How is she supposed to fight a fricking rock monster that’s 12 meters tall??

Especially with a fucking *yo-yo!*

She flops back down onto her back and lets out a noise that’s a rough cross of a frustrated, overwhelmed, depressed sob/sigh. Of course, of course this is her life. She gets stuck with Chloe for 4 years straight and the gods decide that that’s not good enough, so they stick her with this.

Maybe Chloe knocked her out and she’s in a coma and this is all just going to melt away and she can press charges against the bully and be done with her and move on in life?

But, she can hear the screaming of the people below, she knows that people are being hurt, really badly. No matter how badly she doesn’t want to, she has to go. If she was given this, if she was trusted with this, no matter how absolutely crazy that is, she needs to do this.

“Okay... okay, so I have… I have super powers, and I have to fight a super powered monster.” She sighs again. She was just supposed to have the first day of school, not some... some super power mash up battle!

She pulls the yo-yo from her waist and glares at it. This little thing is supposed to be her weapon. This little yo-yo that is only just barely large enough that she can’t fit her hand around it. This is going to keep her safe. Because that’s not unrealistic.

Experimentally she lets it fall down and back to her hand a few times. She was never really good with yo-yos before, so she isn’t really all that hopeful about her fighting skills with it, but it feels really smooth and light, she can barely feel the weight.

So far, it seems to be really easy to use. Maybe, maybe she could try that trick... around the world, was it?

She lets it fall to the ground once more, the zip of the line oddly satisfying, and moves her arm back and forth, getting a feel for how it feels while in motion. Then, she tries to swing it up, but instead of flying into her hand, it’is sent flying out to the horizon, a metallic zip resounding from the yo-yo, getting quieter and quieter.

For a second, Marinette just stares at it, then she hangs her head. Great, now how is she supposed to get it ba-

The string suddenly goes taught, as if the yo-yo has itself anchored around something.

She just stands there, staring at the now taught string in awe, her jaw open.

She reaches her other hand out to touch the string, and finds that it feels like a steel cable, strong and sturdy.

She has to try to get her yo-yo back, no point in wasting any more time.

She hesitantly takes a step back and takes a deep breath before gently pulling on the strin- She’s pulled off her feet, her arm burning at the shoulder, wind whipping past her ears, her eyes closed, and a yelp being ripped from her throat before it’s lost to the wind

Silently, Marinette thinks back through everything she’s ever done wrong and vows to make it all better. After a moment of praying to all the gods she can think of, she opens her eyes and… finds all the buildings rushing by to be soothing. It’s all beautiful in its own right. Like watching the countryside fly by while on a plane.

Marinette glances upwards again and whimpers as she realizes that she’s hurtling toward a stone pillar at speeds comparable to that of highway traffic. Panic rising through her entire being once more, Marinette attempts to twist herself out of the way, but soon realizes that that is completely useless as she is flung past the spot the yo-yo anchored itself to. But, by some strange miracle that is the universe’s sense of humor, the yo-yo unravels from the pillar, making it so that there is not a Marinette shaped pancake on the side of the pillar. A scream follows her as she flies through the air at speeds no teenager should ever be going without some way to be saved, the yo-yo trails behind like an overeager puppy.

As she is flying through the air, the ground growing ever closer, her screaming never ceasing, she sees a small, moving black figure. In the blink of an eye, though to her it feels like it is all in slow motion, she’s colliding with this figure, toppling them both to the ground.

They get halfway to the ground when something thin and strong wraps around them both and they’re snapped back upward, swinging side to side. Marinette finds herself looking into bright green eyes with cat-like pupils that have been blown as wide as a euro cent.

“Well, hey there! Nice of you to drop in!”

Immediately, Marinette finds every aspect of this person annoying. The voice, the tone, the eyes, the hair, the cat ears, the *puns*. She rolls her eyes and moans.

Wait, cat ears…

Of course, *of course* her partner ran with the whole animal theme. She just hopes that he isn’t a weirdo.

But the puns make it hard to think he’s sane in any sort of way.

She pulls her head back and looks over her partner, who looks to be a boy.

From the looks of things, he seems to have a better sense of style than Tikki does. His suit is all black, judging from the subtle cracks it seems to be leather. There are boulbous guard like… *things* on his wrists and ankles, but she honestly thinks they serve more as attachable weights than anything else. And, on point with the animal theme, he’s got a belt that seems to be some sort of tail.

But… he’s got a bell on his chest, a large one at that. Who would, who would choose to wear that? Especially with the style of his suit! It clashes so badly.

Shaking her head, she pushes her feelings aside. He’s her partner, she can’t be holding grudges. Especially ones based solely off of fashion. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do this on purpose.”

She looks into her partner's eyes and is astounded to see that he… looks lost and confused and slightly uncomfortable with her looking him over, despite how he sounded a second before. But that look is gone in a flash, replaced with the smugness of knowing one is attractive. Her cheeks heat up.

Not that he is attractive. Especially in that black leather and toned body. Not at all. Her cheeks are red because she’s embarrassed that he thinks she was doing *that*.

Their swinging is slowing down, and this boy, who based off of what Tikki has told her, is most likely the Black Cat wielder. He raises- lowers?-- quirks an eyebrow. Er, well, his mask moves in a way that suggests he is quirking an eyebrow. It’s hard to tell when you’re nose to nose with someone and swinging and upside down, and their face is covered by a black mask. “While I’m flattered at you checking me out,-”

“I- I wasn’t- that’s not-”

“I’m afraid I have to ask you to rein in your rope please?”

Marinette’s face is as hot as the sun, and she’s sure that she could power her house with the heat, her hands splaying out at her sides as she frantically tries to stop her arms from flailing around. “It’s not- this- i wasn’t-” she cuts herself off as his other eyebrow is quirked. She sighs, defeated. She isn’t going to be going anywhere with this conversation.

Looking away from his all-too-piercing eyes, she maneuvers her hand around to try to grab at the yo-yo string. But in her flustered state, it takes her a few tries to get her fingers around the thin string. Once she has a firm grip, she tugs on it and promptly realizes that she didn’t think this all the way through and both her and her partner find themselves falling toward the ground.

Marinette lands on her back, staring up at the sky, wondering what she did to the universe to deserve this treatment, all the while, the Black Cat wielder lands on all fours and stands up, dusting off his leather suit like he’s at some sort of high-end bachelor party. “I bet you’re the wielder of Creation that my kwami told me about! You know, my partner?”

“Oh, ah, yeah. Yeah, I guess I am. Who- what’s your name?” she stutters out, silently cursing the way her mouth absolutely refuses to cooperate with her tongue, still laying on her back, staring at the yo-yo silently swinging like a pendulum. Counting down the seconds until she dies from embarrassment. Absently wondering how the yo-yo managed to wrap around the… silver pole, that wasn’t there before! It must be her partner’s doing.

“Huh, oh, uhh.” He turns from her, a hand moving to his chin as he thinks with a near silent hum. This in turn gives her time to stand up and look more closely at him, absentmindedly trying to get her yo-yo back.

He’s standing with perfect posture, as though he has a stiff back, and his hair is sticking up all over the place. His suit looks like leather, but it has a subtle hexagonal pattern to it, so it’s clearly not leather. He looks to have some sort of padding riveted to his forearms.

He’s got some combat boots that are apparently as skin tight as the rest of his suit, and protruding from the boots are silver bulbs that resemble cat paws.

The belt she had seen before is wrapped around his waist, and is swinging behind his feet in little circles, like it’s excited and curious but doesn’t want to show it and it’s having a hard time concealing it. In her opinion, the tail is entirely too long, if it were completely flat, the last few decimeters would be laying flat on the ground.

His eyes are pure green, except for black, and his pupils have shrunk and look like cats pupils. A black domino mask frames his eyes, hiding his identity. Unlike hers, which only really covers her eyes and some of her forehead, his covers most of his forehead (or what you can see of his forehead) as well as the entirety of his nose aside from his nostrils.It only serves to make his eyes pop out more, makes them more unnerving. No human should have cat eyes.

Did his alien-kwami being thing change his eyes or is it the mask or is this just some weird fettish?

The black cat ears on his head look to be made of the same material as his suit, and they twitch agitatedly every now and then, his eyes twitching subtly-

“Chat!” He says, almost shouts, cutting off her thoughts as he whips around to face her, earning a squeak of surprise from Marinette. He’s bouncing ever so slightly in his place, hands balled into fists, like a little kid. “Chat Noir. My name is Chat Noir” He puffs his chest out, putting his hands on his hips, a smug grin on his lips.

He looks so proud of himself that she decides not to burst his bubble by commenting on how his name literally means “Black Cat”. All she can do is nod her head, and try to hold back her laughter while trying to untie her yo-yo from the metal pole she believes she toppled Chat from.

What is she going to do with her life…

“What’s yours?” He asks, leaning in towards her, teasing curiosity in his tone, his eyebrows wiggling.

“Oh, uh... I’m Ma-” she gives the line another tug and it springs from the bar, unwinding with unnatural speed. She watches in muted horror as it hits him on the head cutting her off as he lets out a yelp of pain. His cat ears go flat as his hands fly to his head.

“...Madly clumsy... I’m so clumsy...” she finishes as he furiously rubs the spot the yo-yo hit his head, crouched down low to the ground.

“Are you okay?” Marinette asks, reaching a hand out hesitantly.

“Yeah, I’m-“ He’s cut off from saying anything as an enraged roar rips through the air, accompanied by a building in the distance crumbling to the ground. Effectively startling them both, Chat Noir jumps a meter into the air, while Marinette’s arms flail as she jumps back. Soon after screams can be heard.

Marinette turns to her cat-like partner again, and is concerned to see him covering his ears with tears in his eyes.

“...Chat,” she starts cautiously, taking a step toward her partner. “Are-”

“S-seems we have momentarily forgotten the monster we are supposed to be fighting, no?” He cuts her off, his voice wavering while he struggles to stand upright. It looks like he’s in pain.

She reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder but jerks her hand back when he flinches. Shit, she hurt him with the yo-yo and now she’s touched him when he’s in pain, she should have known he doesn’t want to be touched, she usually doesn’t like to be touched when she’s in pain oh gods he hates her and he doesn't want to be her partner anymore- She knew this was a bad idea, she should have given the earrings to Alya, she would know what to do, she wouldn’t hurt her new partner.

Chat shakes his head and smiles at her, though it feels forced. He takes a moment to steady himself before he jumps up to grab onto the bar above them. After a second, the bar disappears and he falls to the ground again, a small, 26 centimeter cylinder in his hand.

He looks at her and nods toward where the screams are coming from. “C’mon, lets go save the day.” He looks better, but she can still see his eyes slightly shining, his ears are flat to his head and his tail is agitated.

He points the cylinder to the ground and moves his thumb and then Chat is over the rooftops, a 2 meter long pole where the silver cylinder used to be.

Leaving Marinette angry and confused, staring at her yo-yo. Why does he get a cool tool?

A second later, his head pops back up over the rooftop, his head tilted to the side, ears flopping with his head. “You coming, Clumsy Girl?”

“Y-Yeah, just give me a second.”

He nods and turns around.

Marinette furrows her brow. His attitude gives her pause, he’s coming off as... as cocky and flippant and just... he rubs her the wrong way. But he’s hiding something, something is off about his actions, and by the gods she will find out what it is.

Marinette brings her yo-yo up to look at. Such a small thing, not any feasible way to fight with it, except for like… flinging it at people and hoping she hits them? But she has crap aim.

Such a stupid weapon, and yet it carries with it such large responsibility and challenges. “Trust yourself...” she mutters to herself. “Just trust yourself.”

Reluctantly, she drops the yo-to to the ground, swinging it around to build momentum. As she’s staring at it, the red/pink blur it creates mesmerizes her... until another deafening roar meets her eardrums.

She shakes her head, and throws her arm out, slinging the yo-yo up and over the rooftops. “Just gotta trust yourself, Marinette.” She mutters once again before tugging on the string and is pulled through the air with another yelp.

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Six years after their escape to the human world, the Grace Field children live together in a happy, harmonious home. Twenty-one-year-olds, Ray, Norman and Emma, have folded themselves into modern society and work tirelessly to provide for their younger siblings, putting the greater good of their family before their personal needs. But as children turn to into teenagers, new house rules come into play. Norman, convinced that Emma will never remember their unique childhood bond, makes a bold proposition — to prohibit romantic relationships between the Grace Field children and end his hopes for something more with Emma once and for all.

Ray knows all too well how dangerous it is to reignite a spark, but for the happiness of Emma and Norman, he's always been willing to burn.

Fandom: Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Manga)

Relationships/Pairings: Emma/Norman (Endgame), Emma/Ray (Fake Dating), Norman & Ray, Emma & Ray

Genre: Post-Canon (Spoilers for Anime-Only Fans), Fake/Pretend Relationship

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 12,930 words (incomplete 3/5)

A/N: Oh, hi! So it's been a while, but I have neither dropped off the face of the Earth nor given up on this fic. Sometimes, I just have to wait until I'm in the right state of mind to write a chapter. Until next time....

Chapter 3

The cuckoo clock on the wall of Norman’s study is an ornate piece of artistry. It does its job fashionably and without complaint, keeping time with as much precision as its pendulum can muster. Norman likes to lose himself to the details of the carved wood. The dancing animals and crisp steeples that surround the clock face never fail to interest him when his thoughts turn sluggish at the end of the day.

Norman would happily wile away his evening hours waiting for the clock’s melodic chime to sound at the top of the hour, but this is not the gift’s purpose. Instead, it is meant as a constant reminder that time itself is a precious commodity. Mike Ratri gave him the clock upon his admission to law school. And though Norman’s enthusiasm for the present has dissipated, he cannot disagree with the principle behind the clock’s coded message.

Time can be a beautiful, but unforgiving mistress; yesterday’s opportunities are lost in the past, gone forever.

Perhaps, Norman muses, for his next graduation, he will receive a high-end watch from the Ratri clan. Then he, along with his time, will be literally and figuratively shackled to the course the family’s scion has mapped out for him. Norman knows he is regarded as the best of the bunch, the poster child amongst the extraordinary children born and raised in the demon world. Ever rational, he cannot disagree with that conclusion.

Still, he rakes a finger under the collar cinched around his neck to loosen his tie and fusses with the first few buttons of his pressed shirt. The emblem of Lambda 7214 peeks out from underneath the scoop neck of his undershirt, and not for the first time, Norman traces the tattoo’s hard lines where they are exposed. Compared to this marking, the numbers on his neck are practically forgettable.

Norman isn’t like the other Grace Field children, not since Peter Ratri’s malicious experiments. Neither can he lump himself in with the other Lambda survivors. Though Barbara never shies away from advocating for the latter.

“Are you even listening?” Barbara’s voice is shrill as it comes from the cellphone wedged between Norman’s shoulder and ear.

In the background, he can hear boxing gloves rhythmically pound against a punching bag. Norman doesn’t like lying to Barbara; he knows what the woman is capable of when she’s feeling feisty. But after hearing the juicy gossip from the younger children in his house, concerning a date between two certain someones, Norman’s mind refuses to focus on administrative matters. Still, he tries to soldier on as if nothing is amiss.

“Of course,” Norman fibs. “You’re concerned about the benefit, just like you are every year. And every year, it turns out fine. We get our funding; the Ratri family keeps their moral high ground.”

The sound of hard punch startles Norman, and Barbara pauses, slightly winded, before responding. “But the problem is that they want Zazie to attend this year. Zazie!”

The thought causes Norman to pause. He is wont to recall Zazie as he once was — a child stuck in an overgrown body with a paper bag hiding his face and twin swords strapped to his back. But Zazie, like his brothers and sisters, has grown into his shaggy hair, and in his case, his mental strides are much more impressive.

“What does Zazie think about attending the benefit?”

Barbara scoffs. “He’s fine with going for a little while as long as he isn’t on his own, but why should he waste his precious words on that family ? They don’t fund his therapy out of charity; they pay for it because his hardships, all our hardships, are their fault.”

Normally, Norman would play devil’s advocate. He would remind Barbara that Mike isn’t like Peter and point out that most of the advances made on behalf of the cattle, Lambda and farm children are funded by the donations of the benefit’s attendees. But tonight, Norman has no such fight in him. He has four cases to read and brief, an argument to draft for his legal writing class and a Ray-and-Emma-shaped problem that seems to become more bizarre by the minute.

“I’ll talk to Mike and see if we can defer Zazie’s involvement,” Norman capitulates, rubbing at his neck as his to-do list grows longer. “He may look like an adult, but he’s still a teenager. It can be easy to forget.”

There’s a pregnant pause on the other side of Norman’s cell phone connection.

“Are you feeling alright, boss?”

A part of Norman wants to laugh, a great big belly laugh that would draw the kind of attention the household head does his best to avoid. Of course, he isn’t alright. It was a relief when he first made the decision to impose a fraternization ban, but then, Ray went and asked Emma out just to spite him.

Clever, impulsive asshole.

How could Norman go through with it after that? Either he would have seemed like a heartless roadblock or a jealous cockblock to his siblings. And neither alternative comes close to the truth, an inconvenient conundrum that’s been eating away at him for years.

Norman exhales, long and slow, and because he can ordinarily be (somewhat) honest with Barbara, he doesn’t lie to her this time. He won’t divulge the whole, messy truth. For that, he wouldn’t even know how to begin. Heavy the head that wears the crown, or in this case, Norman thinks it’s more along the lines of a cape.

“No,” he responds, “I’m not alright. But I’m sure I’ll be fine after exams. I just need some time to rest and get my head on straight. No need to be concerned.”

There’s a flurry of movement coming from Barbara’s side of the connection, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds unflinchingly clear. Norman braces himself when he realizes she’s paused her evening workout and taken herself off speakerphone.

“Far be it for me to suggest that you shouldn’t be living with the Grace Field kids, but you’re also one of us — a Lambda experiment. We have different needs, and Lambda House could provide you with much more support or at least a break from being in charge. Come live with us and let someone else run things over there. We all miss you, boss. Maybe someone could help you for a change.”

A lump sticks in Norman’s throat, and he swallows it, ready to make excuses that never arrive. Words fail him for the umpteenth time in a handful of days. Suddenly hot, he scratches the back of his neck and shrugs off his collared shirt entirely. The top of his Lambda 7214 tattoo remains on full display. Sometimes, he hides it so well that he begins to believe his own lies, but there are moments when the truth corrodes his carefully constructed facade.

Norman may be the brightest child from the demon world, but he’s also damaged goods, marked in ways that Ray (for example) is not.

He could live at Lambda House. Correction, he should live at Lambda House to better avail himself of the on-call therapists for his night terrors and have his medication managed with more regularity. But then, there would be no reason for Norman to oversee the Grace Field children’s home. He wouldn’t be able to drag himself down to breakfast each morning to find her, Emma, sipping her coffee and joking around with the younger children, or feel his heart flutter when wishes him well in the evenings.

Norman stays because she’s worth all the small inconveniences and then some. The time in between, the numbing hours spent studying, problem-solving and balancing the books, are a means to an end. Emma always tips the scale in Grace Field’s favor. Even with an anti-fraternization rule, Norman doesn’t expect his feelings to change.

Nevertheless….

“I’ll think about it,” Norman hears himself say, and he ends the call promptly with promises to be in touch soon simply to put the matter to rest.

Read the rest on AO3!

#tpn #noremma #the promised neverland #yakusoku no neverland #tpn emma #tpn norman #tpn ray #tpn phil #manga spoilers #flourchildwrites #when the mood strikes her

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katutsukushii · 4 years ago

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okay random confession time because i wanted to let you know that i after like almost 10 years of not reading abo ur the person who got me into it.

like, i read fanfics a lot, and i think i started when i was in middle school and back then mpreg or pregnancy in general was a big yikes for me and i would just skip anything any mention of it. then i think i gave it a go when i was a homestuck with a v high kudos fic but didn’t like it that much so i never really read any?

with bnha, todobaku is my otp and it’s been so from the very start and even though i’m okay with both tddk and krbk i really just prefer them as friends, and when i came across ur blog and read your info i was like !! this person feels the same way about this thing??? and i then i read a lot of ur posts and i love shinbaku and dabibaku and all ur headcanons rly spoke to me so i decided maybe i am into abo and i started to read scent of the broken and??? i loved it?? i love everything from how u describe the scents and emotions and i really like seeing bakugou suffer and ppl being protective of him bc honestly he deserves so much and yea now i find myself daydreaming about how precious of a pup he is fkfkkdsknds

i was initially going to write this as a comment , seeing ur post about the last update not getting so much attention made me really sad bc i really look forward to every chapter but this is really irrelevant so i decided to send an ask instead :>

bakugou reuniting with deku and inko was great, him scenting and hugging deku before they left really was so soft and it was everything i wanted, the platonic shinbaku and erasermic family interactions are also chef’s kiss and i really hope you get all the love and praise for it it deserves!! up next being deku getting his quirk is kinda worrying me bc surely u wont make katsuki go through sludge villain incident again, right ;w; bc he’s already been through so much and he’s just started to let ppl in and he’s going to get only love and support and everything nice from now on ;;;;;w; but honestly i love seeing him suffer and whatever you’ve decided i’m really looking forward to it.

sorry for the long ask, it’s probably super rambly bc i’m on my phone but i love u and think ur neat so anyway hope you have a wonderful day!!! 💕

I honestly needed a few hours just to figure out how to respond to this because fuck !! I’m soft !! Thank you so much, you’re too damn kind! <3

I definitely get you when it comes to A/B/O - I mean, I love the trope but even I struggle to find fics that I enjoy because of my annoyingly specific taste when it comes to characterization/plot and things like that, it definitely is even harder since one of the biggest ships in the fandom is my NOTP lmao

Also, I need you to know that every time someone tells me they like Dabibaku my heart grows a few sizes - such a good ship, I adore them so damn much, I love writing for them. Hopefully you also like my next A/B/O fic with those two hah

But I’m really happy you enjoy my hc’s and gave the fic a chance even though you normally don’t like the trope! And I’m even happier that you actually enjoy it! That fic definitely means a lot to me, I really love writing it so I’m glad people are actually liking it.

(Oh, and sidenote, about the comments thing, I was only a bit... confused because my stats differed so much - the engagement was just so drastically lower than it normally is that I was left in a bit of a state where I was like ‘what did I do wrong?’ but it’s all good! :D)

Anyways! I’m glad you liked it! I definitely get a bit nervous when it comes to the more emotionally charged scenes and things like that so I’m glad I did alright on that part. And uhhhhhhhhh I guess we shall see what happens with Deku’s quirk :) won’t we :) hehe :) I feel like at this point we’ve established that Kacchan suffering is my favourite hah

Thank you again! You really did make my day with this! <3 <3 <3 :D

#anon #bnha fic #jay answers

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ficdump101 · 5 years ago

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PEACHES

ALFIE SOLOMANS

WORDS: 2655

REQUESTED? YES BY @dreamescapeswriting

A/N: I TRIED AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW IT IS WHAT YOU WANTED BUT HEYHO :) THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST, ILYSM <3

“Alfie… why am I here?” These were the first words that came out your mouth as you entered your boyfriend’s office with Ollie in tow. You had been phoned by Alfie half an hour ago, where he requested you to come by the bakery for a serious meeting. The only person you could think of was if the person was a Shelby or a Lee since Kimber was dead and Sabini wouldn’t be caught dead having a civil discussion with Alfie. You knew what Alfie did, you knew how the business was ran but you also knew there were some things being kept from you; you didn’t push and question to know what was happening, but what you did know is that it had something to do with Arthur Shelby and Billy Kitchen (who now happened to be dead). Whilst Ollie was Alfie’s right hand man, you were the play maker. You helped Alfie with near enough all aspects of the business; keeping the books, exporting, making the rum and recruiting new people to work. Now you think about, you had more involvement in this than you original thought, which obviously means that you’re waltzing around London with a target on your back. Wonderful.

“Shalom Peaches, come sit yeah? Want you here when Thomas comes, right, need at least one level head in the room.” You let out a small laugh, sitting on the chair at Alfie’s side of the desk. He carried on writing, placing his large hand on your thigh and squeezing lightly. You took in his side profile; his muscley arm, covered in his usual off white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. His broad shoulders stretched the material of his shirt under his black waist coat. His neck covered by the thick, unkempt beard he supported. His straight nose supporting his golden half-moon glasses that hung on a chain. You had always stated that he look particularly cute with these on but he would always swat you away stating that he is one of the ‘most feared gangsters in London’. His gorgeous brown eyes were shaded by his usual black hat, no surprise there. You were brought out of your intense observation by the door opening, revealing Ollie and a shorter man with blue eyes (the same colour as the froth on the sea down by the cliffs) who shut the door behind him. Then again, everyone was shorter than Ollie the lanky fucker. The man introduced himself as Thomas Shelby of Shelby Brothers Limited in Birmingham, shaking Alfie’s hand and nodding towards you. Alfie explained that Ollie would stay to be witness to the exchange as his right hand man and you were his trusted assistant, however, from the look on Thomas’ face, you could tell he knew better. Alfie kicked his feet up on the desk as he read through the newspaper and the phone began to ring, to no one but yours surprise.

“That’ll probably be for you, wont it.” His gruff voice spoke out, he pointed his pen towards the phone on his desk without lifting his eyes from the newspaper. Thomas waited a moment, before using his hands to push off his knees into a stand. He picked up the phone and spoke few words.

“Hello… Arthur… You out?” He didn’t say goodbye to Arthur, as he placed the phone back on its hook, before dropped back into his seat; you knew Arthur had been arrested but you didn’t know why exactly.

“Right, so that’ll be your side of the street swept up wont it.” Alfie stopped for a second, moving his feet off the table to underneath, throwing the newspaper in his hands onto the table. He folded his hands together,

“Where’s mine? What ‘ave you got for me?” You began to block out the conversation as you went through the books, making sure all the incomes and outcomes matched. You were flipping through last weeks and this week’s income working out the difference in profit as you saw Ollie pull his gun out from beside you. Your eyes shot up to him, wide open but not in shock, in confusion as you had no idea why he needs to whip his gun out.

“Ollie. No, no, no. No. Put that down, he understands. He understands. He’s a big boy, he knows the road. Now look. Its just non-fucking negotiable. That’s all you needs to know. So all you have to do,” You let go of Ollie’s arm and leant over the desk, “Is sign the fucking contract.” You tapped your pointed finger on the dotted line, making eye contact with Mr. Shelby. “Right there, Mr Shelby.” Tommy muttered a small just sign it, keeping his eyes on you and rubbed his chin lightly.

“With ya pen.” You urged, tapping your finger against the contract again before leaning back in your seat; Alfie move his hand under the table for a second, squeezing your knee in thanks. You could feel the tension increase ten fold in the room as Thomas replied,

“Well, I have an associate waiting for me at the door. I know that he looks like a choir boy, but he’s actually an anarchist from Kentish Town.” He kept his unbothered façade, but you could see in his eyes that he was up to something. You didn’t like where this was going. Alfie leant back in his chair, keeping his hands on the desk as he did so.

“Tommy. I’m gonna fucking shoot you, all right?” Alfie spoke up, wanting the what was suppose to be a quite simple meeting to be done. It was quite for a moment until Thomas spoke up again,

“Now, when I came in here, Mr. Solomons, I stopped to tie my shoe lace. Isn’t that a fact, Ollie? I stopped to tie my shoelace and while I was doing it, I laid a hand grenade under one of your barrels. Mark 15 with wire trip and my friend upstairs…Well, he’s like one of those anarchist that, uh, they blew up Wall Street, you know? He’s a professional and he’s in charge of the wire if I don’t walk out that door by the stroke of seven, he’s going to trigger the grenade and your very combustible rum will blow us all to hell and I don’t care because I’m already dead.” Your heart fell into the pits of your stomach as you swallowed. You took pride in the fact that you were afraid of so little, but right now, you had never been more scared. He was a Shelby, they cut people’s tongues out, they blinded people, they set fire to houses and they killed people; they could do exactly as he said if they so wanted to.You began to regret not seeing your mother and father last week, you wished that you had spent the night at your brother’s house the other day, and you wished that you had told your sister you loved her after speaking on the phone to her this morning. This much was simple, you didn’t want to die; you wanted to walk away from this with a deal with Shelby Limited and go back to your home where Cyril would be sat waiting. You wanted to go home and sit on the couch to relax before making dinner for yourself and Alfie. You wanted to climb into bed after a long, hot bath and cuddle up to the man who you’d willingly take a bullet for. You did not want to die. For the second time in that meeting, you zoned out, questioning and regretting small decisions you had made in your life. You glanced at Alfie with realisation, you would follow him to the ends of the Earth without question. You loved him… you wanted to start a family with him. You wanted to marry him. He was the only man you thought about, when you were out with your friends and men would try to entice you, you would compare them to Alfie. You loved how he treated you, he - in short- treated you like a princess. Anything you needed, he helped you get and he was always there for you no matter what. He was soft with you, he’d once stated that he’d rather be shot dead than raise his voice and argue with you; that wasn’t his style anyway, you two would just talk whatever the problem was over like adults… before you’d do something childish like the one time you threw flour at him when he was confessing his love for you after a serious talk. Alfie stood up abruptly, your head shot up to him and he pushed your chair back to the wall, smacking Ollie over the back of the head before grabbing the lapels of his jacket.

“You’re behaving like a fucking child. This is a man’s world.” He shoved him. “Now take that apron off, and sit in the corner like a little boy. Fuck off. Now.” Alfie growled at him pushing and pointing towards the lone chair in the back corner of the room. You gave Ollie a sad smile as he plonked himself on the old chair, making a mental note to talk to him later and try and get Alfie to give him somewhat of an apology. You boyfriend came back and sat in the chair next to you, you pushed yourself closer to the desk and held his hand his for comfort. He squeezed tightly, knowing what you wanted. He checked the time before turning back to Thomas, after he confirmed that there was 4 minutes left.

“Right, four minutes. Talk to me about hand grenades.” His right hand moved to stroke his beard in thought.

“The chalk mark on the barrel at knee height said Hamilton, Christmas. I took out the pin and put it on the wire.” Thomas took the grenades pin out of his pocket, before throwing it into the empty whiskey glass. You leant over and picked it up, looking at it intensely. You thoughts were rolling over in your head. Alfie stated that instead of 65, 45 percent was what he wanted based on the possible grenade. Thomas quickly shot that down with a quick ‘30’.

“Oh, fuck off Tommy! That’s far too little.” You finally found your voice again, tossing the pin back to Thomas. He leant forward slightly,

“In France, Miss. (Y/N), when I was a tunneller, a clay kicker, 1-7-9…I blew up Schwaben Hohe. Same kit I’m using today.” He sat back, wiggling the pin in his hand. You face dropped. You're brother was in the 179 but he didn’t make it home after the tunnel collapsed. No one made it home after the tunnel collapsed.

“That’s funny, that.” Alfie started, letting go of your hand and placing both on the table in front of him. “I do know the 1-7-9, and I heard they all got buried.” He gave you a glance, knowing that it was a sensitive subject for you. You and your brother had been extremely close, he protected you growing up and you helped look after his child when he went to war. You remember the first time you told Alfie about it, you had broken down and demolished half a bottle of his ‘white bread’ as he held you through it.

“Three of us dug ourselves out.” Shelby stated, before focusing his gaze on you solemn face. “I’m sorry I could get to Private (Y/L/N) in time, but we tried. He was a good man, he’d never shut about you or James. He loved you to pieces, always said when he got back he’d give you the world.” You knew he was a smart man, he could piece together exactly who you were. You responded after your breath hitched at the back of your throat and tears danced across your waterline,

“Are you digging yourself out now?” You spoke quietly, your question hanging in the air.

“Like I’m digging now.” His response made you drop your stare that you were keeping between the two of you. Alfie moved slightly beside you, muttering a quiet ‘fuck me’,

“Listen. I’ll give you 35 percent. That’s your lot.”

“Thirty five.” Thomas repeated, standing up with your boyfriend in tow. They spat on their hands and shook on the deal. At least there’s a deal, not the original one but there’s still more profit. After the whole ordeal, you made you way home, telling Alfie at least 7 times that you were perfectly fine but Cyril was on his own; so with a quick kiss and a loving smile you were on your way. It had come round to 8 o’clock quite quickly, you distracted yourself by cleaning the whole house, bathing Cyril and baking an apple pie for you and Alfie to enjoy after dinner. You did have time to think over the meeting and drew up a conclusion; he was bluffing. A mark 1 grenade was used in the war which made it easy for people like Mr Selby to get their hands on, but it would have been spotted by one of the 8 men who was working around the Hamilton, Christmas barrel - it was regulation to check the floors of where they’re working, and the rules of the bakery were followed strictly. Very strictly. As you were stood preparing the beef stew, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and a bristly beard rub against the nape of your neck. You let out a chuckle putting the wooden spoon down and turning towards your lover, wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you close.

“You know, you handed that right good, yeah, I’m proud of you. My smart and precious little peach.” You could tell he felt bad for putting you in that situation, but it was over now so you tugged him towards you and kissed him. Just like you wanted to through that whole meet. Breaths mingled together whilst hands grouped and gripped clothing and skin a like to keep each other grounded. Teeth clashed as your opened your mouths in the quickly heated, wet kiss. Pulling away you whispered ‘I love you’, staring at him like he had hung the stars in the sky. He smiled, mumbling it back before moving to sit at the table.

“You know,” You began as you plated up the stew. “Tommy was bluffing. There are 8 men working around that barrel from the beginning to the end of their shifts and a rule is to check the floors constantly for spillages and leaks. They would’ve seen something, especially a grenade.” You placed his plate in front of him as he sat frozen for a moment.

“You fucking what?”

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outcast-thingz · 4 years ago

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So I couldn't sleep (still haven't slept) and I couldn't study so I used the free time to write.

@supernerdycookietrashblr your comment helped inspire what I was going to write. Its not a chapter 2 unfortunately, rather it is an alternative ending.

Parts that led up to this point

The warnings remain the same

Angst

Tw: abusive parent

Please read at your own risk

Alternate Ending

"How do you practice everyday like that and not get tired." You whined.

"I suppose my love for volleyball helps." He shrugged. You laughed and he arched an eyebrow.

"Through the power of love and friendship you shall overcome this fatigue!" You teased. He narrowed his eyes and picked you up and twirled around.

"Ah no!" You giggle, "put me down. I take it back, I take it back!" He set you down and joined your laughter. For a moment the world disappeared. There was nothing but you, Kageyama, and this moment you were sharing. After the two of you finished you laugh he lifted your chin. Waves butterflies fluttered in your stomach when met with a genuine smile and caring eyes.

"I was worried I couldn't make you smile," his hand slipped back to his side. "I know you will tell me what happened when you're ready but I want you to remember that I'm here for you. I know I'm not very good at this whole shoulder to cry on thing but I want to be for you." He confessed. Those butterflies quickly turned to crows. Your insides twisted and churned as the crows tried to scratch their way out.

"I-.. I don't know what to say Kags," you turned your face away and rubbed the back of your neck.

'What have I done.. I- I got too close…' you cursed in your head. May god smite you before he ever sees the shame on your face from being afraid. The world snapped back into place around you. Kageyama quickly took your hand into his and began to walk. He gave your hand a squeeze,

"I-It's oak- oaky- aye-… okay. You don't have to say anything." The worry in his voice killed you.

'I'm such an idiot.' Your thoughts were engulfed by your mother's voice going on about how she was right and how you'll do nothing but hurt those around you.

Ruff, Ruff-Ruff. Hearty barks came from ahead you. To your surprise there sat, with a waging tail, your dog.

"KARMA! What are you doing here sweetness!?" You exclaimed as you hand slipped out of Kageyama's. The two of you ran to the dogs side.

"This is your dog?" Kageyama pet the pretty pooch. You nodded your head as you furiously dialed your mother's number.

"Yeah. Karma couldn't have gotten out on her own though. Can you watch her? I'm not going anywhere but I don't want to loose her while I'm on the phone." You waited for you mom to answer.

"What do you want pest?" She sneered upon answering

"You let Karma out!? You know how dangerous that is!!"

"Come home. We're leaving tonight." Fury coursed through you body,

"No! I'm going to stay here, I'm sure Kageyama's family can lend an extra room for a while."

"Strike one. If you don't come home I will send her to the pound labeled as agressive"

"You can't do that! Even if you did they'd see she was a sweet and kind dog long before a bad family tried to adopt her."

"Strike two. Y/n, I'm getting impatient. Here's what's going to happen if you don't come home, first I'm going to call the cops and tell them you ran away and that I know where your at. Then I'm going to claim that you are in danger due to a deranged stray mutt stalking the streets." Your guts twisted and flipped with every new detail. "When I find you I'm going to charge Kageyama's family with kidnapping-"

"You can't do that!" You yell as frustrated and terrified tears start to fall.

Kageyama yanks the phone from you before you can her your mother's retort.

"Wait-" you attempt to reach back for the phone but Kags points to Karma who started to wander. You quickly grab her and head back to him.

"YES! I CAN! By law I can charge them with kidnapping even though you went to them willingly. Finally when I tell them I found you I will approach you in an agressive way and one of two things will happen. Karma is such a good little pest that she wont be able to help protecting you. So, one she bites me or two you go to stop her and she bites you by accident. Either way that mutt will get put down for biting." Your mother hissed and sneered. Kageyama furrowed his brows and left you surprised that he wasn't burning holes in the ground with his glare. "Now we wouldn't want to ruin you boy toy's or that runt you call dog's life, would we?"

"Kage-" he places a finger gently on your lips, quickly quieting you.

"Mrs. Y/L/N, should the cops come to my place not only will she have my support but the rest of the volleyball team's. I'm confident my parents will have no problem housing Y/n until everything blows over. There is something you severely overlooked. Y/n is stronger than you think, smarter than you can ever understand, and a hell of a lot more persuasive than anything you can bring to the cops." His voice was calm, collected, the opposite of his body and feelings. He shook with anger as his free hand flexed and relaxed over and over again.

"...put Y/n on the phone. Now!"

"SHUT UP! She's walking home with me and that's final. I am prepared to take on any consequences that come with it! Because for the first time I love something more than I love volleyball. I- they- Y/N is the best goddammit thing that has happened to me and I-.." Kageyama pauses and looks at you. He reaches out with his free hand to wipe a tear from your cheek, "and I love her. You don't deserve and shouldn't have the right to take care of a child, let alone someone as bright, talented, and as beautiful as her. So bring what you want but if everything I've been told is true so far you're better off letting her go. Quit using someone else to get personal gain and actually work for your worth. Goodbye Mrs. Y/L/N." He ends the call.

'No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she's my world devastator'

"Y/n?" Kageyama walked to your side and Karma nudged your hand.

"I… I-I don- I don- I don't know what to say Ka-.. geh.. yama." You were a sobbing mess by this point. He wipes tears from your face with a comforting smile.

"Then don't say anything. You don't have to."

You shake your head,

"But I sh- *sniffle* should." You grab his hands and finally look him in the eye showing the shame you were hiding. "This whole time I've been thinking I shouldn't have gotten so close to you.. that.." your sentences are consistently interrupted but gasps as your body tries to gain back air from crying so hard.

"that my mother was right, I will always hurt those closest to me. You are the only person I love and the best thing that's happened to me." Your chest felt like it was going collapse on itself.

"Y/n, breathe, your going to hyperventilate." He states but you continue anyways,

"I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry Kageyama. *two exasperated gasps* I- I-.." your lip quivers so badly you can barely talk. "I want to be with you. I do. I want to be with the best thing that's ever happened to me. *sniffle* I- *sniffle* Kageyama I-.. I love you." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him until your lips crash. His arms slip around your waist and lift you in a closer embrace.

After a few moments Karma barks and nuzzles in-between you two. Both of you chuckle and pet the precious dog.

"Come on, my mom is going to get worried if we stay out too much longer." He kneels in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You giggled between sniffles.

"What does it look like dumby~? I'm carrying you home." He states almost as confused as you were. You roll you eyes and get on his back. Off the two of you go. Karma trotts beside you and Kageyama. At some points he would twirl around or purposefully make it a bumpy piggy back ride just to hear you giggle. Karma would bark playfully and run circles around you two. You gave him pecks on the cheek occasionally and anything he had to say disappeared; it was adorable how that small act left him speechless.

Kageyama's mother greeted you with a smile and happily prepared a plate and seat for you at the table. You and Kageyama explain your situation and his mother happily let you stay in his sister's old room. Not wanting to enter a loosing fight, and especially not sully the name of your "prestigious" family, she allows you to stay with Kageyama's family. Now you and Kageyama were able to spend more time with each other and grow closer as a couple. You helped him study and he would geek out about volleyball to you.

'You… I think the blondes are done; We're all too cool for fun'

~The End~

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writting-thingz · 3 years ago

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@/supernerdycookietrashblr ‘s comment helped inspire what I was going to write. Its not a chapter 2 unfortunately, rather it is an alternative ending.

Parts that led up to this point

The warnings remain the same- it’s implied that the reader has heterochromia, verbal abuse, yelling, threats against the reader, threat against reader’s dog (dog does -not- get hurt), manipulation, angst, sad

Please read at your own risk

Alternate Ending

“How do you practice everyday like that and not get tired.” You whined.

“I suppose my love for volleyball helps.” He shrugged. You laughed and he arched an eyebrow.

“Through the power of love and friendship you shall overcome this fatigue!” You teased. He narrowed his eyes and picked you up and twirled around.

“Ah no!” You giggle, “put me down. I take it back, I take it back!” He set you down and joined your laughter. For a moment the world disappeared. There was nothing but you, Kageyama, and this moment you were sharing. After the two of you finished you laugh he lifted your chin. Waves butterflies fluttered in your stomach when met with a genuine smile and caring eyes.

“I was worried I couldn’t make you smile,” his hand slipped back to his side. “I know you will tell me what happened when you’re ready but I want you to remember that I’m here for you. I know I’m not very good at this whole shoulder to cry on thing but I want to be for you.” He confessed. Those butterflies quickly turned to crows. Your insides twisted and churned as the crows tried to scratch their way out.

“I-.. I don’t know what to say Kags,” you turned your face away and rubbed the back of your neck.

‘What have I done.. I- I got too close…’ you cursed in your head. May god smite you before he ever sees the shame on your face from being afraid. The world snapped back into place around you. Kageyama quickly took your hand into his and began to walk. He gave your hand a squeeze,

“I-It’s oak- oaky- aye-… okay. You don’t have to say anything.” The worry in his voice killed you.

'I’m such an idiot.’ Your thoughts were engulfed by your mother’s voice going on about how she was right and how you’ll do nothing but hurt those around you.

Ruff, Ruff-Ruff. Hearty barks came from ahead you. To your surprise there sat, with a waging tail, your dog.

“KARMA! What are you doing here sweetness!?” You exclaimed as you hand slipped out of Kageyama’s. The two of you ran to the dogs side.

“This is your dog?” Kageyama pet the pretty pooch. You nodded your head as you furiously dialed your mother’s number.

“Yeah. Karma couldn’t have gotten out on her own though. Can you watch her? I’m not going anywhere but I don’t want to loose her while I’m on the phone.” You waited for you mom to answer.

"What do you want pest?“ She sneered upon answering

"You let Karma out!? You know how dangerous that is!!”

“Come home. We’re leaving tonight.” Fury coursed through you body,

“No! I’m going to stay here, I’m sure Kageyama’s family can lend an extra room for a while.”

“Strike one. If you don’t come home I will send her to the pound labeled as agressive”

“You can’t do that! Even if you did they’d see she was a sweet and kind dog long before a bad family tried to adopt her.”

“Strike two. Y/n, I’m getting impatient. Here’s what’s going to happen if you don’t come home, first I’m going to call the cops and tell them you ran away and that I know where your at. Then I’m going to claim that you are in danger due to a deranged stray mutt stalking the streets.” Your guts twisted and flipped with every new detail. “When I find you I’m going to charge Kageyama’s family with kidnapping-”

“You can’t do that!” You yell as frustrated and terrified tears start to fall.

Kageyama yanks the phone from you before you can her your mother’s retort.

“Wait-” you attempt to reach back for the phone but Kags points to Karma who started to wander. You quickly grab her and head back to him.

“YES! I CAN! By law I can charge them with kidnapping even though you went to them willingly. Finally when I tell them I found you I will approach you in an agressive way and one of two things will happen. Karma is such a good little pest that she wont be able to help protecting you. So, one she bites me or two you go to stop her and she bites you by accident. Either way that mutt will get put down for biting.” Your mother hissed and sneered. Kageyama furrowed his brows and left you surprised that he wasn’t burning holes in the ground with his glare. “Now we wouldn’t want to ruin you boy toy’s or that runt you call dog’s life, would we?”

“Kage-” he places a finger gently on your lips, quickly quieting you.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, should the cops come to my place not only will she have my support but the rest of the volleyball team’s. I’m confident my parents will have no problem housing Y/n until everything blows over. There is something you severely overlooked. Y/n is stronger than you think, smarter than you can ever understand, and a hell of a lot more persuasive than anything you can bring to the cops.” His voice was calm, collected, the opposite of his body and feelings. He shook with anger as his free hand flexed and relaxed over and over again.

“…put Y/n on the phone. Now!”

“SHUT UP! She’s walking home with me and that’s final. I am prepared to take on any consequences that come with it! Because for the first time I love something more than I love volleyball. I- they- Y/N is the best goddammit thing that has happened to me and I-.." Kageyama pauses and looks at you. He reaches out with his free hand to wipe a tear from your cheek, "and I love her. You don’t deserve and shouldn’t have the right to take care of a child, let alone someone as bright, talented, and as beautiful as her. So bring what you want but if everything I’ve been told is true so far you’re better off letting her go. Quit using someone else to get personal gain and actually work for your worth. Goodbye Mrs. Y/L/N.” He ends the call.

’No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she’s my world devastator’

"Y/n?“ Kageyama walked to your side and Karma nudged your hand.

"I… I-I don- I don- I don’t know what to say Ka-.. geh.. yama.” You were a sobbing mess by this point. He wipes tears from your face with a comforting smile.

“Then don’t say anything. You don’t have to.”

You shake your head,

“But I sh- *sniffle* should.” You grab his hands and finally look him in the eye showing the shame you were hiding. “This whole time I’ve been thinking I shouldn’t have gotten so close to you.. that..” your sentences are consistently interrupted but gasps as your body tries to gain back air from crying so hard.

“that my mother was right, I will always hurt those closest to me. You are the only person I love and the best thing that’s happened to me.” Your chest felt like it was going collapse on itself.

“Y/n, breathe, your going to hyperventilate.” He states but you continue anyways,

“I’m so sorry.. I’m sorry Kageyama. *two exasperated gasps* I- I-..” your lip quivers so badly you can barely talk. “I want to be with you. I do. I want to be with the best thing that’s ever happened to me. *sniffle* I- *sniffle* Kageyama I-.. I love you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him until your lips crash. His arms slip around your waist and lift you in a closer embrace.

After a few moments Karma barks and nuzzles in-between you two. Both of you chuckle and pet the precious dog.

“Come on, my mom is going to get worried if we stay out too much longer.” He kneels in front of you.

“What are you doing?” You giggled between sniffles.

“What does it look like dumby~? I’m carrying you home.” He states almost as confused as you were. You roll you eyes and get on his back. Off the two of you go. Karma trotts beside you and Kageyama. At some points he would twirl around or purposefully make it a bumpy piggy back ride just to hear you giggle. Karma would bark playfully and run circles around you two. You gave him pecks on the cheek occasionally and anything he had to say disappeared; it was adorable how that small act left him speechless.

Kageyama’s mother greeted you with a smile and happily prepared a plate and seat for you at the table. You and Kageyama explain your situation and his mother happily let you stay in his sister’s old room. Not wanting to enter a loosing fight, and especially not sully the name of your “prestigious” family, she allows you to stay with Kageyama’s family. Now you and Kageyama were able to spend more time with each other and grow closer as a couple. You helped him study and he would geek out about volleyball to you.

’You… I think the blondes are done; We’re all too cool for fun’

~The End~

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