#my mom would’ve slapped me if I screamed

[glassballdinosaurs]

Ugh

[ilsanslut]

꒷♡꒷ TREAT YOU BETTER!

♰ featuring: sae itoshi + rin itoshi (mentioned) [blue lock]

♰ note: this one is a DOOSY and i'm not even kidding when i say it took me 9 hours and 45 minutes to complete this, over the course of two days of course. However, as my first time ever writing on tumblr, i decided to go all out! that being said, it would mean a lot to me if you would support this work by reading, liking, and reblogging!

sypnosis: why be with his lukewarm little brother when you could be with him instead? wc: 6.6k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. fem/fem-bodied reader. POST BLUE LOCK. sibling rivalry. implied thick/chubby!reader. sae is mean. jealous!sae. bully!sae. rin is 19. sae is 21. CHEATING. degradation. unprotected sex. fingering. squirting. rough sex. DUBIOUS CONTENT. spanking. dacryphilia. slut shaming. groping. implied size kink. minor angst. hair pulling. ONE face slap. pussy slapping.꒷꒦ view the second part here: part two.

Coming home for the holidays, birthdays, or other special occasions is somewhat of a family tradition that enables people to slow down and focus on spending quality time with loved ones. These kinds of celebrations give families that may otherwise be estranged from one another due to work or geography the chance to reunite and enjoy each other's company. And this reasoning was no different in the Itoshi household. What was the occasion for this month’s gathering? Well, it was Mama Itoshi’s birthday, of course!

You see, you have known Rin and Sae Itoshi since you were all very young. Your mothers were best friends, and by default, that meant that you three would become close as well.

Growing up with the Itoshi brothers, on the other hand, was . . . interesting, to say the least. Where Rin found your presence to be refreshing, Sae found you to be a nuisance. You didn’t care for football; you got in the way of his practice; and you were a girl. He always thought you were too weak to play with, and he didn’t hesitate to make his feelings known to you. Pulling your hair until you screamed, pushing you around when you weren’t even in his way, and calling you mean names until your little E/C eyes welded up with fat tears were just some of the things he would do to torment you. Had it not been for little Rinnie stepping in and protecting you from his brother’s outright bullying, Sae most likely would’ve continued until you cried to your mom about how mean Sae-chan was to you. But you would never do that. Your little crush on him would never allow you to get him into trouble.

Nii-chan! Don’t be too mean to Y/N. You’ll make her inner crybaby come out!

When Sae was especially cruel to you, Rin was always there to lift your spirits. He would tell you not to worry about his "meanie Nii-chan," take your hand and wipe your tears and snotty face, and lead you up to his room where you two could watch movies and play action figures away from his brother's taunts. Even if he could not take you away right away, for instance, if you three were at the park, he would always come and ride the swings or the big slides with you just to make you happy. Despite Sae’s every protest about how you were nothing more than a distraction to him, Rin, and football, you knew that your friendship was sincere and unbreakable.

As you three went through the ups and downs of childhood, you also weathered the storms of adolescence together. Sae left for Madrid, leaving you, Rin, and your previous feelings for his older brother behind to navigate the social awkwardness of junior high and share in each other's accomplishments while he was with his football team and you were at your respective clubs. Your friendship was a source of strength during those formative years, providing solace and understanding when the world seemed confusing.

As you two approached your high school years, something began to change. Accidental touches felt more like fleeting sparks, while innocent glances became lingering stares. Neither of you fully comprehended your newfound feelings, tiptoeing around the unsaid emotions that seemed to glimmer between the two of you until the day Rin asked you to be his just before entering Blue Lock. Now, for the past three years, you have been a happy couple, embarking on the dreaded hell of adulthood and the next chapter of your lives hand-in-hand.

Back in the present, the two of you were glad that Rin finally had some downtime from soccer—well . . . more so you than him. Even after the events of Blue Lock, he and Sae remained rivals, seizing any opportunity they could to humiliate each other on the field. That being said, Rin was almost always in the gym, meditating, doing yoga, or practicing his skills to pass the time. It was nice to be able to spend time together without the stress of his next upcoming game or press conference.

Because it was his mother's birthday weekend and all, she would, of course, invite her boys to come to stay with her and their father for the occasion, which included you too since you were Rin’s girlfriend. However, in the few days that you and Rin have already been at his childhood home, Sae had yet to arrive, and no one had heard from him since he texted his mother that he was on his way to the airport to depart. Regardless, the family was busy finalizing plans for their mother's big day. Mr. Itoshi was at the bakery finalizing the details for his wife's cake, Mrs. Itoshi was out for brunch with your mother, and Rin had gone for an afternoon jog because "staying cooped up all day will turn him into a lukewarm lard ass," in his words. As for you? You had just begun to rise, completing some housework in one of Rin’s old jerseys and washing the dishes on which you and Rin had just eaten a delicious breakfast.

After completing your tasks, you made your way back up the lavish stairs of their home with every intention of going back into Rin’s childhood room that you two were sharing for the weekend when you froze. Your gaze traveled to the opposite end of the hallway, to the closed door whose presence loomed in the distance—Sae’s room.

Memories from your childhood flashed back to you, of you watching him and Rin play all too violent and scary zombie video games, rewatching his matches, and, most begrudgingly, the numerous times he nudged your head with his foot and tousled your perfectly styled hair just to get a rise out of you.

Cringing internally at the past memories, you took a further step in the direction of Rin's room before hesitating once more.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a little peek inside Sae’s room, would it?

Despite your better judgment, you shuffled over the closed door and paused with your slender digits loosely encircling the handle. Your stomach churned and your heart thumped in your chest as your inner voice warned you not to enter another person's private space without their consent. But hold on—why were you getting anxious? Who was going to catch you when no one was at home? Turning the knob gently, the heavy oak door would give way with the tiniest of creaks, revealing a rather uninteresting-looking room. But given that Sae had rarely if ever, been home since junior high, it only made sense for it to be so plain. Aside from the plethora of trophies, medals, certificates, and framed photos that lined his dresser, what made it even more amusing was that those were only the leftovers from what could not fit in his trophy case beside his wooden dresser, which housed some of his youth team jerseys and junior trinkets.

You crept further into the cold room, wrapping your arms around yourself, and shuffled over to the plethora of awards from Sae's tireless efforts. As much as you weren’t fond of him, you had to admit that it was beyond admirable that a child was able to accomplish so much in so little time. He possessed a natural talent that professionals would kill for and others were envious of. Even though you were never interested in the sport, you envied him for being so naturally gifted at something he was passionate about.

“Some ‘monster genius’, huh?” You scoffed to yourself as your gaze fell on the last photo of Sae and Rin playing on the same team together before their relationship fell apart. Oh, how you miss those good old days of your youth.

“The fuck are you doing in here?”

Coming from behind you, an all too familiar voice startled you out of your reverie. Turning around, your wide eyes came to rest on Sae's form, which was motionless in the doorway, his stoic visage forever unamused, and his overnight shoulder bag resting by his feet.

When did he come in?

More notably, he’s . . . changed from the last time you’ve seen him since the U-20 vs. Blue Lock game three years ago. He was a bit taller, probably around 6’2” now. Because he was wearing a long-sleeved white compression shirt and gray sweatpants, you were able to see that his muscles were more defined than before, with every ridge and curve pronounced more vividly. His maroon locks had grown a bit longer, with his fringes now reaching slightly beyond his chiseled, clenched jaw, though his bangs remained forever lopsided and flipped back. And his turquoise eyes—had they gotten even sharper since the last time you'd seen them? The way they were glowering down at you, it was almost as though they were piercing right through your very soul.

“You deaf or something, you half-brained moron?”

Your eyes rolled exasperatedly into the back of your head as he rudely interrupted your thoughts. Only ten seconds after you reconnected, here he was spewing insults your way.

“Nice to see you too, Sae.” You grumbled sarcastically, internally dreading what this weekend would hold in store for the both of you.

In response, he hummed, remaining motionless in the doorway as his teal eyes bore into you with something unknown. The truth is, while you were distracted by his physical appearance, he was ogling you in the same manner. You had grown since the last time he’d seen you when you were back in high school. Your once innocent eyes now had a glint in them that could only be described as nubile; your once round cheeks had slimmed a bit to fit your maturing features; and your body . . . Damn, have you really grown over the years. You had developed a more feminine frame, with fuller thighs, widened hips, larger breasts, and a more prominent ass. You had developed into a truly breathtaking young woman, despite how much he hated to admit it.

“Almost thought you weren’t going to show at all.” You sighed, lazily checking your nails. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“I live here.” His voice was deadpan and monotone, yet it held an underlying hint of irritation. “All these years have passed since grade school, and you’re still as braindead as when you were a child.”

“And you’re just as much of an asshole as you used to be.”

You resisted the urge to sneer, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he was getting under your skin, as you dropped your arms to your sides. When you made this motion, his brows would furrow, and he would cast a scrutinizing glare at your choice of clothing.

Talking to him was futile, and you did not want to be in this room any longer than necessary now that he was there. “Good to have you home, genius.” You spat sarcastically, attempting to push past him to exit the room, when all of a sudden his large hand would seize your bicep, halting your steps.

Your head snapped to him, your gaze a mixture of frustration and confusion as your lips parted to shout a rebuttal his way; however, upon seeing the blazing fire that had ignited in his eyes, you hesitated. His eyes narrowed to thin slits, like two fiery coals burning fiercely within his sockets. The intensity of his gaze was enough to send shivers down your spine, making you acutely aware of the gravity of his sudden wrath. His jaw clenched tightly, showing the strain of controlling his rage, and his brows furrowed, forming a menacing V-shape above his oculars.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He seethed through clenched teeth, his voice deep and full of poorly contained malice.

You blinked. Your jaw dropped as you gawked at him, beyond perplexed. He had caught you so off guard that even you had to check what you were wearing to make sure you were not wearing anything objectionable. Nothing worth offending—fuzzy black pajama shorts that hugged your plush thighs, plain slippers, Rin's worn-out football jersey.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, you coy little slut.”

That silenced you effectively. Your eyes enlarged—almost lamblike—and your pretty lips drew in a subtle gasp. Any previous spark that had been ignited within you had quickly diminished, choosing silence over tossing more gasoline onto Sae’s roaring flames.

It appeared as though his entire being was directing his wrath into his single, piercing gaze as every muscle in his face tightened with each passing second. His lips, which are typically flat or curved into an unamused frown, were now deep-set, corners tugging into an awful scowl.

“Why are you wearing that lukewarm loser’s jersey?” When you should be wearing mine?

Now it was your turn to be infuriated as he insulted your boyfriend—his brother—the same person he had thrown out like garbage all those years earlier. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your chest that you could hear your blood pumping in your ears.

“So I’m not allowed to wear my own boyfriend’s jersey now, fuckface?” His gaze faltered. “You going to call me names for that too, Sae? Pull my hair? Spit in my face? Huh?”

“*What did you just say?”

“I said are you going to—”

“No, you cow-titted bimbo. The first thing you said.” He leaned in closer to your face, his eyes owlish and unblinking since you opened your mouth. You could smell his minty breath from the gum he had been chewing wafting into your face, “Say it again.”

“I’m not allowed to wear my boyfriend’s jersey?” You repeated, confusion etching your tone.

“That.” He snarled, his voice elated in a sick way, as though he had just found out the answer to some legendary riddle.

The hand that had been gripping your bicep now violently jerked you to the side, shoving you into his door. Before you had time to react, he crowded your personal space as his forearm pressed against the wood above your head, allowing you to smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. “When did that happen?”

The initial fire that fueled his rage now transformed into a different kind of heat, a simmering and bitter envy that gnawed at his insides. He found himself grappling with conflicting emotions - on the one hand, he was somewhat happy that his blockhead of a brother managed to get a girlfriend, but on the other hand, it was you. The same girl that he had been pining over since you were first introduced to him all those years ago. The same girl that he thought was prettiest when she pouted at him with fat tears in her eyes and pleaded with him to be nicer to her. The same girl that consumed his thoughts 24/7. The same girl that he jerked his cock to at night after seeing how her fat tits in that all too small jersey bounced every time she cheered for his brother at that stupid game against Blue Lock. The same girl that, on all of those lonely nights overseas, he wished that, instead of fucking his fist, he was pummeling himself deep in your sopping wet cunt. The same girl that he was about to ruin before his brother got home from his whereabouts.

“Before Blue Lock . . .” Your voice was hushed, barely above a whisper, as though you were afraid of awakening a savage beast.

Three years. Three fucking years, and no one told him?! Not his mother, not his father, not Rin, not your stupid little social media (that he may or may not have been stalking) where you posted pictures of cats, candid photos of your friends, or whatever the fuck you got at your local coffee shop that day—not even you.

His once-obvious fury and visceral expression subsided, simmering beneath the surface in a contained inferno that burned with a ferocity few could fathom. Despite the turmoil raging inside him, he remained eerily calm, his stoic facade masking the storm within.

His demeanor exuded a cold, steely resolve that sent shivers down your spine and, quite frankly, took your breath away. There was an ominous sense of stillness in his presence, as if the air itself dared not disturb the calmness he projected.

“. . . Do you love him?” He spoke in hushed tones, each word enunciated with precision and purpose. There was no need for loud outbursts; the intensity of his calmness alone was enough to make you cower beneath him.

You were dumbfounded by his question, powerless to respond, and yet the longer you remained silent, the more you could see the cracks in his facade begin to scorch through his surface.

“D-Don’t be stupid, Sae. Of course I do, he’s my—”

You would never be able to finish your statement quick enough before his hands were on you, meaty palms digging into your hair, blunt nails scratching against your scalp as he grabbed a visceral hold onto your roots. The searing pain and astonishment coursing through your frame had you shrieking—in what? You didn’t know. Fear? Agony? Guilt?

Using his grip on you as a lead, he would tug you forcefully out of your slippers and down the hall to somewhere unknown. He ignored your screams as the weight atop your head forced your sight to the ground, your manicured nails digging into his wrist and clawing in an attempt to be freed.

“S-Sae, I-I’m sorry! Please, let me go! You’re hurting me!”

He said nothing, his heavy and deliberate footsteps speaking for him before he paused a short distance later. He threw you forward carelessly with surprising strength, causing you to land painfully on the wooden floors in front of you, barely having time to brace yourself with your palms. You had no time to catch your breath, though, as he shuffled over to you with fast-paced footsteps. Looking up fretfully, you would see Sae towering over you, taking notice that you were now on the floor of Rin’s room just before his bed.

“Sae—”

“Sae! Sae! Don’t be stupid; I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He openly mocked you, his lip curled into the faintest of sneers as he glowered down at you in hatred. Although even you could see that there was a bit of hurt behind his cruel teal eyes, “All you do is flap those pretty fuckin’ lips of yours, never knowin’ when to shut your stupid little trap.”

He relished in the way your bottom lip trembled and your eyes grew glassy, the same way they used to all those years ago.

“Still a little crybaby too, I see. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be sorry soon enough for leading me on all this time.” He grumbled, lunging for you again.

He snagged at your roots again, drawing a sob from your lips as he mercilessly dragged you to your feet. Releasing his grip on your hair, he instead chose to grab your jaw harshly in his palm, using his thumb and forefinger to squish your cheeks and pucker your lips so that he may smash his lips against your own. It was messy, sloppy, and full of passion and rage on Sae’s end. He smeared your gloss, claimed your brims, and forced his tongue into your pretty, pliant mouth, all with the intention of claiming you and your maw for his own—but you would never let him.

You belong to Rin! You were loyal to him! So then, why do Sae’s lips feel so damn good against your own right now? This was wrong. So, so wrong, and yet, why did you want more of him?

Your mind was cloudy. Your head was spinning. You couldn’t breathe. He was suffocating you. Your dainty fists beat at his beefy chest and shoulders, trying to get him to get off of you, but to no avail. Instead, he seized both of your wrists in the grasp of his other hand and squeezed painfully in a warning, forcing you to whine against his lips—a delightful sound that went straight to his hardening bulge that he shamelessly pressed against you, grinding sinfully against your hips.

When he finally pulled away from you, you clearly appeared dazed. Your eyes were half-lidded and glassy, yet you were silently pleading for him to give you more. Your plump lips had swollen from his being pressed so forcefully against your own, and a singular strand of saliva still connected your lips to his own—one which he would sinfully lick away with a salacious swipe of his tongue.

The hand he used to grab your face gently shook your head back and forth, his sadistic turquoise hues savoring your already fucked-out expression. “There’s the greedy bitch I know and love. Finally decided to show yourself, huh? What? You want more, hm? What about your little boyfriend, princess?”

“R-Rin . . . I love, Ri—” You were cut off when Sae’s expression flared, his hand releasing your face for naught but seconds before connecting with your cheek in a hard slap. You squealed from the impact, your head whipping to the side in shock, but you could not help but feel strangely aroused by the contact. He grabbed your cheeks in his palm once more and tightened his hold on your face, bringing you closer to him until you were nose to nose.

“Don’t lie to me, you little minx.” He snarled as he cut his eyes at you. “You don’t think I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at me after all these years, like you wanted me? Or that I haven’t overheard your stupid little conversations about how dreamy you think I am to your friends, huh? Or how about now, when you swear up and down that you love my loser little brother, when here you are already going stupid on me when I’ve barely even touched you?”

You clenched your eyes shut as hot, guilty tears rushed behind your lids. He’s right. You've wanted him—always have—but it was too late now. You were with Rin, and he was the love of your life. You could not possibly change that, could you?

“Just say it, Y/N.” He chided, his voice softer than it was before, yet it still held it’s cold, irritated undertone. “Say you want me, and I’ll make you feel better than that lukewarm little shit ever has.” He released your face and smoothed his thick digits over the top of your head, stopping only when he could rest his fingers beneath your chin and tilt your head to look up at him. Your gaze focused on him once more.

“ . . . I want you, Sae. B-But Rin . . . ”

Sae hushed you again, pressing his lips against yours. How badly he wanted that name to never again be uttered by your lovely tongue. When Sae pulled away again, there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“We’ll be quick, okay?” A lie. He was going to take his time fucking his brother’s name out of your memory. “He’ll never suspect a thing.”

Your apprehension was palpable, but ultimately you would succumb to sin and let desire and greed rule over logic and reason. You nodded, giving him the nonverbal go-ahead to stomp on the accelerator and never let up.

“Good girl.” He praised you, both hands abandoning your face to now grip at the collar of your shirt. In one swift motion, he ripped Rin’s jersey clean off of you from down the middle. “About time we got that shit off of you. The sight of it was makin’ me sick.” He spat as he tossed the tattered fabric over his shoulder.

You were not wearing a bra, so the violent motion had your breasts bouncing free after being momentarily released from their confines, allowing them to slap softly against the flesh of your rib cage—much to Sae’s viewing pleasure. You grew sheepish as he seemed to freeze, staring so brazenly at your bare breasts that you began to feel a bit self-conscious. Was something wrong? Did he not like them? Was he expecting more? Less?

In reality, the answer was none of the above. The midfielder swore under his breath as he shoved you back onto Rin's cozy comforter. He hastily climbed on top of you and used his body weight to pin you against the bed as his lustful hands began to grope and knead at your supple flesh, eliciting precious mewls with each delightful squeeze. His lips would latch onto one of your breasts as he dipped his head downward; the thumb and forefinger of his free hand would play with the other, teasing your nipples. His sharp teeth bit greedily over the delicate areola as his tongue flicked and laved over the hardening buds. The stimulation only served to heighten your arousal, as evidenced by the way you wailed his name like a sweet song meant only for his ears and how your thighs squeezed together from your excitement drooling from your folds.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Sae, who was busy alternating between pleasuring both of your breasts and growling under his breath, “Lewd fuckin’ body. S’all mine . . .” When he pulled away, there were visible marks left in his wake—light red splotches and indentations of hungry teeth imprinted on your skin.

He reached for the hem of his compression shirt and lifted it above his head, tossing it off to the side as he sat above you, staring lustfully down at you. He would manhandle you further after sliding off of your body. He pulled your shorts down in one motion, grabbed your thick thighs by the backs of your knees, and pushed them up towards your breasts. When he did, he couldn’t help but whistle, admiring how your puffy folds clung together and your inner thighs remained sticky from your translucent arousal.

“Has he ever made you wet like this?” Sae inquired, leering at you from between your thighs like a hungry lion with it’s eyes set predatorily on a helpless gazelle, to which your gaze would quickly avert. You and Rin had such a strong emotional bond that you never felt the need for frequent sex between you two. There were a few times, though, when Rin would fuck you after a winning game in a way that made you see stars, but those were always very far apart.

Your silence was all Sae needed for his answer. He crept back up onto you, chuckling sardonically as he held your thigh up with one hand, using his body to keep your other spread apart. He wanted to see all of your pretty expressions up close and personal when he ravished you. Swiping two of his fingers between your folds, the sudden motion caused your hips to jerk into his touch and you to keen with need.

Slowly, he inserted a single digit inside of you, hissing at how your walls selfishly gripped his fingers and eagerly tried to devour more of him. “Loosen up, will you, greedy slut?” He slapped your thigh with his other hand as your back arched with pleasure. “This tight pussy will never be able to take my cock at this rate.”

You tried to loosen up, you really did, but there was something so delicious—so tantilizing—about his thick, calloused fingers caressing your velvety walls that made you crave more of him. He continued to thrust his single digit inside of you, his teal oculars peering into your own with such intensity that it forced you to look away.

“Stop that.” His hand that grabbed the back of your knee slithered along your outer thigh until he could grasp your chin and force you to look back at him. “Eyes on me.” He ordered, to which you would nod dumbly amidst your pleasured mewls.

You felt the delightful stretch of another of his thick fingers pressing into your sopping cunt, thrusting in tandem with his previous one, as he leaned closer to you and his lips just barely touched your own.

“S-Sae, mmph, more, please, please, touch me more.” You begged, bringing a sinful smirk to the midfielder’s lips.

Unexpectedly, he would comply with your requests, pressing the pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit and rubbing quick, pleasurable cricles with his fingers as he arduously sought out that sweet, sweet spot inside of you. You could not help but start sobbing his name, his thick fingers filling you to the brim even though he had yet to stuff his cock into you. Each time he curled upward inside of you, his impeccable skill had you gasping for reprieve.

It was nothing like Rin’s. His fingers were slightly thinner than his brother’s, but they were a tad longer too, able to reach the deepest spots within you without even trying. Sae's immense precision and experience, which allowed him to know exactly where your sweetest spots lay within you, made up for his lack of length.

“ . . . Are you seriously thinking about him right now?”

You were startled out of your reverie by his curious tone and thinly veiled anger. You tried to focus on his hardened features through your daze, but you couldn’t. The knot in your tummy tightened, and you felt an enormous wave of pleasure wash over you. Something big was coming, and you could feel it reverberating all throughout your core.

“He could never make you feel this good, could he? Never get this pretty cunt this wet for him, hm?” All throughout his monologue, you could hear the sinful squelching of your juices soaking his palm, dripping down his wrist, and splattering onto the floor. You were a mess beneath him. He would abuse that rough patch just along your upper walls until your toes clung to the sheets in ecstasy.

“M’sorry, m’sorry!” You mewled, breath coming out in short, high-pitched pants as you writhed under him, his pace increasing as he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers.

“Who’s making a mess of you right now? Huh? Speak up, princess; let me hear you say it.”

“—You, Sae! You, you, you! Hah, please, I-I can’t . . . ! I-I’m gonna—”

“Do it. Cum on my fuckin’ fingers. Make a mess for me, pretty.”

You did just that. Your body went rigid for naught but a second before your back was arched into him, and your head tossed itself back into the pillows as a chorus of unabashed wails of your release erupted from your pretty, drooling lips. Your release was immense—loud—as a gushing of juices from your pussy thoroughly drenched the sheets, Sae’s sweatpants, his abs, and his entire forearm.

You squirted. For him. For the first time ever.

It was uncharacteristic how an almost feral grin twisted on Sae’s lips, his fingers removing from your sopping cunt to place a few well-directed slaps on your far too sensitive and overstimulated pussy.

“Atta’ fuckin’ girl. Can’t believe my baby brother was keeping such a sweet little succubus all to himself—selfish bastard.”

You couldn’t even hear him; your chest was rising and falling heavily as tears of pleasure ran down your cheeks (and thighs).

“Hey, hey. You still with me?” His tone was soft, his typically impassive visage now meeting your own with furrowed eyebrows and a tinge of concern behind his bright hues.

You nodded—it was all you could muster at this moment, but it was good enough for Sae. He brought his soaking hand to your parted lips, lightly tapping the digits on your plump flesh in a silent command for you to clean him off. He chuckled. Your lithe tongue and eager brims slurped, licked, and sucked your mess off of his thick fingers that were now shoved down your throat without you even needing to be told what to do.

“You wanna do that again for me? On my cock this time, pretty?”

You were exhausted, your body already aching beneath him, but you still craved more from him. Another meek nod was given, your dazed eyes meeting his only to utter around his fingers, words garbled from his fingers on your tongue, “Wantha’ squirth’ awound ya cahwk.”

That was all Sae needed to hear as he stepped off of the bed, making quick work to discard his soaked sweatpants and boxers into the growing pile of clothes at the base of the bed. His large hands grabbed your soft hips, tugging you toward him with ease as he flipped you onto your hands and knees. He let out a growl, his hand raising to smack your plump ass once, then twice, on both of your cheeks before taking big, greedy handfuls of your flesh into his ravenous palms. This was undoubtedly already his favorite thing about you.

Standing by the edge of the bed, Sae placed your body horizontally across the mattress with your head facing the door. With a forceful push of your face down into the sheets, your view of the room instantly became obscured. You craned your neck back, peering at Sae from over the arch of your back as he grabbed one of your fat cheeks in one hand and used his other to line his cock up with your entrance. He slapped his heavy cock against your folds, his blossoming mushroom tip connecting with your throbbing clit making you both keen with ecstasy.

He couldn’t wait any more. He needed to be inside of you. He entered your drooling cunt with a single, calculated push, and your fluttering walls were already trying to devour more of him in response to the intrusion. Sae groaned as his hips met the flesh of your ass once he was buried to the hilt inside of you. His head lulled back as he dug his blunt nails into your flesh.

For the past three years, this—this right here is exactly what he had been craving, yearning over, and lusting for—and now he had it. He nearly came from the feeling inside of you alone, though; he’d be damned if he let the fun stop there.

A steady pace was quickly established by the midfielder's hips, and his long, deliberate strokes were deep enough to feel in your tummy and cause your toes to curl up in pleasure. Having had such a powerful orgasm not even minutes earlier, you were still fairly sensitive; however, that only made things all the more enjoyable.

“O-Oh my god, y-your cock, it’s t-too much, I-I can’t—”

“Don’t tell me you can’t, you cock-loving slut.” He snapped at you, cutting your pleas short with a sharp thrust of his hips. The rhythmic plapping of your ass against his pelvis resonated off the walls of the bedroom, lewdly ringing in your own ears. “This is everything I—we’ve—been wanting for years. Don’t tell me that now, all of a sudden—” He paused, groaning deeply through gritted teeth as you clenched around him. “—That this pretty pussy can’t take anymore when you’re gripping me so desperately.”

“B-But Sae, i-it feels too good! Like I’m . . . I’m gonna make a mess again!” You whined.

He thought it was adorable that even in the most deplorable and deprived of acts, you still attempted to hold some semblance of modesty. Oh, how you were both far past that.

If anything, that just fueled his aggression. He used your words as justification to pummel your poor pussy harder and faster, putting both of his hands on your hips and lower back and pressing his weight against you to force you into an almost painful arch as his pelvis slammed into your ass. Your vision went blurry from his unforgiving pace, and your throat went raw from your cries and screams of pleasure.

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” He grunted in between thrusts, a hand raising to land a furious smack on your ass that caused you to mewl and your tiny fists to grip the sheets.

“Y-You, Sae! You are! Ngh, plea—”

“And who’s cock do you like better, huh, princess? Me or that lukewarm fuckface’s?”

You hesitated, but only for a millisecond, as you felt the blunt head of his cock caressing your sweet spot, pummeling into you over and over as your thighs began to shake, growing unable to hold yourself up from the stimulation. His thrusts faltered as his cock twitched inside of you. You figured he was close too.

“Yours, y-yours! Your cock feels so good, I-I’m gonna cum again! I’m ngh gonna cum all over your f-fuck-ing cock!”

He let out an almost animalistic groan, something between a chuckle and a feral snarl, “Yeah, princess? You really mean it?” He moved one of his hands to your hair, threading his fingers through it without yet pulling, almost as if he were waiting for your response.

Your response was almost instantaneous, and the adorable chorus of incoherent babbles and cries of "yes, yes, yes" left your head spinning. You had the sensation that you might pass out completely.

Your head was abruptly yanked out of the pillows, and your gaze was once again forced upward. Your eyes, albeit blurry and glassy, caught sight of the all-too-familiar figure standing in the doorway. Sweat dribbling from his forehead while dressed in a white windbreaker and sweatpants to protect himself from the elements during his jog, stood the one person who filled you with dread.

Rin.

He was back.

As your eyes locked onto the all-too-memorable teal ones boring into your own, your moans ceased. The logic and reason that you had previously dismissed for giving into your desires came flooding back. Guilt, which had been gnawing at the pit of your stomach, reared it’s ugly head once more.

He caught you.

With his brother.

The realization of your actions, the feeling of knowing that you hurt someone you cared deeply about and promised your life to, left you reeling. The enormity of the situation left you speechless and unable to respond.

As the shock slowly gave way to the depths of your despair, tears welled up in your eyes, this time of anguish. Your ability to control your emotions ran out, and you began to sob, letting the tears run down your cheeks. Each tear that ran free was weighed down by guilt and regret.

All the while, Sae never stopped thrusting behind you. Almost as if he remained unfazed by his brother’s—your boyfriend’s—sudden appearance.

“R-Rin—”

“—Save it.”

His initial shock, disbelief, and hurt gradually gave way to something else. He was angry, searing with anger as malice began to rise within him, a blaze of fury that threatened to consume him. Though he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at . . . Sae?

“You told me you would wait until I got back, Nii-chan.”

The air left your lungs.

. . . What?

Using the grip from your hair, Sae pulled you back into him, pressing your body flush against his own as he craned your neck back into an awkward angle, forcing your gaze to meet his own. A dark and unsettling satisfaction crept into his expression, the corner of his lips tugging into a smirk. His eyes sparkled with a perverse delight, reveling in the twisted pleasure he derived from your adorably bewildered and anguished expression.

Your breath hitched.

Your mind raced for answers.

Sae’s gaze lazily tore from your own and to Rin's, who still remained in the doorway, the forward’s eyes sinfully burning into the way your breasts bounced sinfully from each of Sae’s now slow, agonizing thrusts.

"You know, little brother, it is not too late to join in on the fun."

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if this gets enough attention, i may make a part two!

[meazalykov]

dance moms

laura freigang x dancer!reader

summary: after moving back to germany, to escape the chaos you've suffered in the states, you meet a photographer (who happens to be a footballer as well.)

a/n: if you don't know what the american reality show "dance moms" is, I'd do some basic research in order to understand the first part of this fic <3

growing up at the ALDC felt like being in a pressure cooker. 

you were only two years old when your mom, isla, moved the both of you from germany to pennsylvania in the united states. 

she put you in dance classes as soon as she could. at first, it was exciting—you loved the way your body could express emotions through movement. you loved gaining flexibility and having a routine. you loved performing and getting to put on pretty costumes. but that changed the moment dance moms came into the picture.

at just eleven years old, you were pulled into the chaotic world of reality TV. cameras followed your every move, every mistake. 

abby lee miller’s constant critiques weighed you down, her screaming echoing in your head long after rehearsals ended. she changed since the cameras started filming her. 

“you’ll never be good enough if you don’t push harder, y/n!” she’d shout during practice, her words biting deep into your skin like needles.

there were moments where you had solos. those were the dances you loved the most. you always scored very well and got on top of the pyramid whenever maddie wasn’t. 

sometime during season four, there was a significant moment that didn’t leave your mind for a while. 

you stood in the wings at a competition in san diego, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath after your solo. the adrenaline rushed through your veins, but it was dulled by the sinking feeling in your stomach. 

you’d stumbled on one of your turns—something that wasn’t like you at all. but it was there, clear as day, right in front of the judges and the audience. and now, you were about to face abby.

as soon as they announced the results, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. 

second place. you’d lost to maddie. again. but what made it worse was that you weren’t just up against anyone—this was a week where you were up against the candy apples. abby’s biggest rivals. 

this meant that her mood was already sour, and you knew this was going to tip her over the edge.

the second you stepped into the dressing rooms, abby’s gaze was already locked on you, her face a storm of frustration and anger. 

she didn’t even wait for everyone to sit down before coming at you.

“second place?” abby barked, her voice sharp as a whip. “second place, y/n? you know that’s not acceptable. not here!” 

you flinched but kept your head down, your heart racing. you wanted to explain—to say that the stumble was a mistake, something you couldn’t control—but you knew it wouldn’t matter. not to abby.

“what happened out there?” she demanded, sitting down in her chair, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. 

“you stumbled on a turn, y/n. a turn! something you should be perfect at by now.”

you swallowed hard, your throat dry. “i know, abby. i’m sorry. i—i just—”

“sorry isn’t good enough,” abby cut you off, her voice dripping with disappointment. “you don’t get to be sorry when you’re given this great opportunity! maddie would’ve never done that and her first place showed that!” 

the mention of maddie stung more than anything. it always felt like you were in her shadow, no matter how hard you worked. no matter how much you tried to prove yourself. 

abby’s golden girl could do no wrong, and you were left picking up the pieces when you didn’t measure up.

“you’re better than that,” abby continued, pacing back and forth in front of you. 

“you’re one of my best dancers, but today? you danced like an amateur. you embarrassed me, y/n. you embarrassed this entire team.”

her words hit you like a slap, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. you didn’t want to cry—not in front of abby, not in front of the other girls—but it was hard to hold it in.

“abby, i’m—”

“don’t say you’re sorry again,” she snapped, her voice rising. 

“i don’t want to hear it. i want you to do better. no more mistakes, no more excuses. if you want to be a star, you need to act like one. and today, you didn’t.”

you stood there, frozen, trying to keep your emotions in check as abby continued to berate you. 

it felt like the weight of the world was crushing you, and all you wanted was for the ground to swallow you whole.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, abby huffed and shook her head. “go. i don’t want to look at you right now.”

with those final words, you turned and walked away to get ready for the group dance, your body feeling heavier with every step. 

backstage before the group, you caught maddie’s eye, and she gave you a small, sympathetic smile. but it didn’t make you feel any better. nothing could right now.

you wanted to scream, to cry, to ask your mom why she let you stay in this mess, why she let abby tear you down like this. 

your mom stood by you and seemed like your biggest supporter. but as the years passed and you became a fixture on the show, you started to wonder why she allowed it. 

why she let abby break you down, week after week. 

“mom, why do we keep doing this?” you asked one evening after a particularly brutal competition weekend. 

“why do you let her treat me like this?” 

“it’s for your future, y/n,” isla had said, eyes clouded with hope—or maybe guilt. 

“you’re going to be a star.”

but that wasn’t how you felt. you didn’t want to be a star anymore. 

after six seasons on dance moms, you were burnt out. drained. you’d lost your passion for dance, the thing that once gave you joy now filled with dread. 

when you turned sixteen, you’d had enough. 

“i can’t do this anymore,” you told your mom one night after another exhausting filming day. “i want out.”

isla had hesitated, but eventually, the both of you left the show. the cameras stopped rolling, but the damage had already been done. 

the chaos, the constant pressure to be perfect—it stripped you of any love you had for dancing. you couldn’t even look at a dance studio without feeling a knot form in your stomach. 

you grew distant from your mom too. it was hard to understand why she had put you through it. 

“why didn’t you just protect me?” you’d whispered one evening, tears filling your eyes. but isla didn’t have an answer that made sense.

by the time you turned 19 in 2019, you were desperate for a fresh start. you packed your things and moved back to frankfurt germany, your birthplace. 

germany felt different—calmer, quieter. your mother didn’t come back with you which relieved you.

it was exactly what you needed. 

over the next few years, you dove into therapy, trying to unpack the trauma of your childhood. it was slow, difficult work, but through it, you discovered a few other hobbies like photography, and ceramics. you went to university too.

and then, suddenly, almost unexpectedly, dance found its way back to you. 

therapy helped you see it differently—no longer as something tied to pain, but as something that had once been yours. something beautiful. 

by 2022, you were back in the studio, dancing again, feeling lighter than you had in years.

you built your own studio in a nice neighborhood in frankfurt. you weren’t a dance instructor now, maybe someday, but you used the space to practice or hire (emotionally available) dance instructors to help you.

one afternoon, while you were in the middle of a lyrical practice, your friend macy and her sister, sara, showed up at your studio.

the three of you had become close since you moved back to germany. 

macy went to your university before you both graduated. she had nice tan skin and long raven colored hair. 

her older sister sara is a footballer who plays for frankfurt frauen. sara was like an older sister to you, while macy was your confidant. 

“y/n, you’ve gotta hear this,” macy said, leaning against the doorframe with a grin.

you wiped sweat from your forehead, raising an eyebrow. “what now?”

“sara’s photographer friend wants to take pictures of you, specifically, for her portfolio, she’s been keeping up with your instagram content!” macy explained. sara nodded in agreement.

“you know, someone who can capture those insane moves of yours,” sara chimed in with a laugh.

you hesitated for a moment, but to your own surprise, you agreed. “okay, sure. why not?”

both macy and sara looked shocked. 

“wow, that was easier than i thought it would be,” macy said, her eyes wide.

“yeah, thought we’d have to convince you a little more,” sara added with a chuckle.

two days later, you found yourself at a field location, waiting for the photographer. 

the sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the area, when you saw her—laura freigang. 

she was taller than you expected, with an easy smile and a camera slung over her shoulder. you couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and you made a mental note to ask sara about her later.

“you must be y/n, i’m laura” laura said, walking up to you.

“that’s me,” you replied, feeling a little flustered as her eyes met yours. 

the shoot started, and laura was immediately in her element, capturing your movements with film. she had a way of making you feel comfortable, encouraging you to move naturally. 

“that’s perfect, just like that,” she’d say, her voice soft but confident. the tone of her voice made you feel a certain type of way as well.

you danced freely, twirling and leaping in the open field, and every now and then, you’d catch her smiling at you from behind the camera. 

there was one moment where laura calls you out for something, 

“where are you from in america?” laura asked. 

this was during a water break after shooting yourself doing high kicks and pirouettes.

“i was born here, but i lived in pennsylvania after i turned two. for a while i lived in california but that was until 3 years ago, when i moved back here.” you swallowed, thinking about the distant memories of your childhood. 

“pennsylvania! i went to penn state for a while!” laura says, surprised. 

“that is so cool!”

afterwards, there was definitely some flirting going on—small comments, lingering looks. after the shoot wrapped up, laura lowered her camera, looking at you with a playful glint in her eyes. 

“you know, this was fun. thank you for doing this for me. we should do it again sometime… maybe over dinner?”

you blinked, caught off guard but quickly recovering. 

“are you asking me out on a date, laura freigang?”

she smirked. “i guess i am.”

you smiled. “okay, i’m in.”

two days later, you were sitting across from her at a cozy restaurant, the low hum of conversation filling the air. 

the two of you clicked instantly, talking about everything from the shoot to your different interests. halfway through the meal, you said something which confuses laura. 

“do you have other hobbies beside photography? you seem like a pretty busy woman.” you smirk. 

“i’m sorry?” laura’s eyebrows raise. 

your eyes widen, afraid that you said something that is offensive.

“wait i’m sorry– its just sara tells me that you’re a photographer so i wondered if you do other things. do you go to another uni here after you left penn state or if you do modeling or–” you pause as laura giggles. 

“i’m flattered that you think i am a model– but i play for frankfurt and the german national team with sara...”

your eyes widened in surprise. how did sara not tell you this? she just made it seem like laura was just a photographer in frankfurt.

“wait, seriously? you’re a footballer and a photographer?”

laura grinned. “yeah. i like to keep busy.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling more flustered than you’d like to admit. 

“that’s... really impressive,” you said, feeling a little shy under her gaze.

as time passed, you started going to laura’s games, cheering her on from the stands. 

your bond deepened with every date, every conversation, until one day, laura asked you to be her girlfriend inside of her living room.

the soft glow of the floor lamp laura has casting a warm light over her space. you sat on her couch, legs curled under you, a half-empty cup of tea resting on the table in front of you. 

you’d spent the evening like this, just talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. but now, a comfortable silence had settled between you, the kind that felt intimate without needing to be filled.

laura sat beside you, her arm resting along the back of the couch. you could feel the warmth of her presence next to you, and every so often, your hands would brush when one of you reached for something or shifted in your seat. 

each touch sent a small spark of electricity through you, a reminder of the feelings you’d been harboring for her since that photoshoot months ago.

“you’ve been quiet for a bit,” you finally said, glancing over at her, noticing the way her jaw clenched slightly, like she was trying to find the right words.

she looked at you, her eyes soft but searching. “yeah, i’ve just… been thinking,” she said quietly, her voice low and a little hesitant.

“thinking?” you asked, your heartbeat quickening just a little. you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on behind those light colored eyes of hers. “about what?”

she took a deep breath, turning her body slightly toward you. the air in the room shifted, something heavier settling between the two of you. “about you,” she said, her voice steady now, like she had finally made up her mind about what she wanted to say.

your breath caught in your throat, and you felt your chest tighten. "me?" you asked softly, not sure where this was going, but the intensity in laura's gaze was undeniable.

“yeah, you,” she repeated, her eyes not leaving yours. 

“we’ve spent a lot of time together these past few months, nearly everyday, and i’ve really gotten to know you. i didn’t expect to feel this way when i first met you at that shoot, but,” she trailed off, her hand moving to gently take yours, her thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “i can’t stop thinking about you.”

your heart raced as she spoke, her words settling in the space between you like a confession you’d been secretly waiting for but never expected to hear. 

“laura…” you started, but the words caught in your throat, your emotions tangled up in the moment.

“i know this might be a lot,” she said, her grip on your hand tightening just slightly, “but i really like you, y/n. i don’t want to keep dancing around it anymore.” she paused, her eyes softening as she looked at you, her vulnerability laid bare. 

you both giggled at her pun before she spoke, 

“can i be your girlfriend?”

“what wait?” you were surprised. 

“will you be my girlfriend!?”

for a moment, you couldn’t speak. your mind raced with thoughts of every moment you’d shared, the way she made you feel without even trying, the way her presence made the world seem quieter, more bearable. 

you’d known this was going to happen someday, but hearing her say it out loud made it all feel more real than you’d imagined.

“yes,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. but the word hung in the air like a promise, and the smile that broke across laura’s face made your heart feel like it might burst. “yes, i’d love to.”

her smile widened, and she leaned in, her forehead resting against yours for a moment, the closeness of her sending a shiver down your spine. 

"yay," she murmured softly, her breath warm against your skin.

your fingers intertwined with hers, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to let go of the fears, the doubts, the baggage from your past. 

in that moment, it was just you and laura, your hearts laid bare, and the quiet understanding that something beautiful was beginning between the two of you.

you chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to look at laura fully. “how about i cook for you? tomorrow night?” you suggested, your eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"i’m pretty good in the kitchen."

laura raised an eyebrow, smirking. "oh really? a dancer, a university graduate, and a chef? you're just full of surprises."

you grinned, leaning in closer, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “you’ll have to find out for yourself.” 

and as she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, you couldn’t help but feel like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

it didn’t take long for fan pages to catch on. suddenly, everyone was talking about how one of their favorite childhood dancers was now dating a german footballer. 

fans were floored and happy for you-- but to you, it was surreal in the best way. 

as you sat next to laura after one of her games, her hand wrapped around yours, you couldn’t help but think that despite everything—despite the chaos of your past—you’d finally found happiness. 

my masterlist is here if you want to read more!

a/n: wrote this two months ago but i wasn’t sure if i liked the writing and the concept😭 ill still post it anyways

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Heyyy I absolutely love your work!! Could I request a drabble of Bucky being completely smitten with the reader or a headcanon when the reader is sick??? Merci beaucoup mademoiselle🫶💖

Two Floors

PAIRINGS: 40's!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: FLUFF, angst (if you squint), mentions of not haveing enough money

WORD COUNT: 1,759 (got carried away lol)

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

“Oh c’mon doll, can’t leave a poor man hangin’,” he says as he runs to catch up with you. You roll your eyes as he comes to walk along side you.

“Buchanan, I told you to go annoy Rogers instead. I have much more important things to do,” you bite in his direction as you make your way through the streets of Brooklyn.

Graduating high school, a month ago with your best friends, Bucky and Steve, was something your dreamed of when you met the two boys the first time your moved into the old apartment complex.

Since then, the three of you have become inseparable.

But something eats away at your heart, a painful piece of emotion that just slowly chews away at your peace.

“You got a job already?” Bucky asks as he slides his hands into his pockets. You adjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder and nod your head, “just a small secretary job at the library. Enough to earn something until I finally decided what I wanna do with my life.”

Bucky laughs and lets out a low whistle, “still that ‘always need to know whay my future is’ type o’ girl, yeah?” You shake your head and slap his arm, “quit it, Buchanan. Or I’m telling Winnie your being an ass.”

Bucky rubs his arm, a little sore from your slap. “My ma trusts you more than the Lord himself,” Bucky comments, the loosely swinging his arm over your shoulder.

You doesn’t push it away.

“That’s because I don’t go bring random girls back home and make them scream my name in the middle of the night,” you smirk as you reveal you know of his nightly activities.

Bucky stops, forcing her stop. The look on his face is horrific and you snort and slap his chest at his reaction. “How’d you-,” he starts, but you continue to laugh.

“Becca tells me everything, Buchanan,” you wink at him before you start walking again. He breaks out of his reverie and jogs to catch up with you, “doll, it ain’t like that.”

You laugh and shake your head, “do I look like I care who you mess around with, Buchanan?” He pauses and shakes his head, it looks like to you he’s a bit upset, “no, you don’t”

You were about to say something else, but something caught your eye.

You stop and gasp as you walk towards the window of the shop.

The great glass pane with the large painted letters on it does not stop you from viewing the contents inside of the store.

The dainty little locket sits at the back of the display, hiding behind all the extravagant jewels. You know that the owner would’ve expected people to look at the jewels.

But the locket, it hangs lovingly from a thin gold chain. The oval case rests just in between the collarbone.

You think it’s the most beautiful piece you’ve ever seen.

Bucky see’s you view the locket and how in awe you are in as you frame a picture of it in your mind.

“Why don’t you get it,” Bucky suggests, nodding at the piece of jewellry. You let out a sad laugh, “because it costs more than our parents’ rent combined, Buchanan.”

You bite your lip while still looking at the necklace, “a girl could dream.”

You sigh and pull away, “let’s go.”

------- The Rogers’, the Barnes’ and your parents all stand in front of you as they sing ‘Happy Birthday’ for the eighteenth time in your life.

After they finish the song, out of key, you drag the simple knife down the cake, and they start cheering.

Your mother cuts up slices and hands it to everyone, you get up from the dining table and smooth out the wrinkles of the emerald green cotton dress your mother sewed for you.

The dad’s gather as they converse about the lastest sports, the mom’s are in the kitchen laughing as the cook dinner. Steve, Bucky, Rebecca and you sit in the living room.

You go against the opinions of Steve’s and Bucky’s as they complain about how high school was the worst time of their life.

“Look guys, you can’t say that,” you chastise them softly, “Becca, you’re in your junior year. It’s one of the best times you’ll ever experience.”

Becca nods, as Steve shakes his head to Bucky and Bucky mouths a ‘No’ in Becca’s direction.

“Buchanan,” you throw the couch pillow at him.

-------

“Hey, can I come in?” Bucky knocks on the window of your bedroom.

The party was over, and you’re parents went out to have a quick little dinner. They were upset because they didn’t want to leave you on your special day, but you knew how hard they’ve been working, and they didn’t have time to themselves. So you pushed them out the door and yelled a ‘have a great time’.

Bucky crouches on metal ridges that is your fire escape, waiting for your permission to enter your room.

You jump out of bed and raise your window a bit higher so he can fit in. “Are you out of your mind, Buchanan?” You whisper-yell at him.

He shrugs, “what? I live two floors above your doll, nothing to be worried about.” The wink he throws you way, makes you roll your eyes.

But there’s a place in your heart where it instantly becomes warm.

Because, even if Bucky was a player at times, he still caught your heart.

You did roll your eyes at his antics. But your smile was true from how playful he is.

You’d say ‘Quit it, Buchanan’, but in your mind you’d always whisper a ‘Don’t ever stop’.

You knew you were falling for Bucky, but you always forced those feelings down.

Because you knew, he won’t feel the same.

“What needed my attention so badly, that you had climb down to get here,” you cross your arms and narrow you’re eyes at him.

He smirks and sits on your bed, “well, I haven’t given you my present yet.”

You freeze.

You’re also confused.

“What? Of course you did, your family gifted me the Aesop Fable set,” you say as you walk to stand in front of him.

You vividly remember getting the gift, because it was something you have been telling Becca about for so long. And you squealed when you opened their present

But Bucky shakes his head, “no doll. They gave you, their gift. I haven’t given you mine.”

You pause, and you swear your heart starts beating a little faster.

“What”? You whisper, because you know you voice will crack if you spoke louder.

He pats the space next to him, “sit down, doll.”

You gulp and go sit down next to him, you obediently place you hands on your thighs as you wait for the next part.

Bucky gives a smile. But it’s different, you have never seen this look on Bucky before. The softness of his eyes, the way his cheeks are slightly flushed, the little crinkles at the corners of his lips as he maintains that smile.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box.

The box looked like it was originally used to store a single chocolate ball, but the lettering on it worn out and the edges are a bit jagged.

You look at bucky with confusion, “what is thi-.”

He interrupts you, “just open it f’me, doll.”

And you do.

“Bucky, no.”

The locket stares back up at you, the gold glints under the light of your room.

“You-you can’t be serious, thi-this has to be a joke,” you turn to face him with tears lining your eyes. You heart has never beaten so fast in your entire life.

Bucky’s grin widens and nods, “got it this morning, just for you.” He says your name so softly that you think it might break if he said it to harshly.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your head against his shoulder as you whisper your million ‘thank you’s’.

Bucky chuckles and rubs your back, “anything for you, doll.”

“Why, why me? Why this?” you shake your head against him.

“Because I gotta tell the girl, who lives two floors below me, that I’m in love with her,” Bucky pulls back and cups the back of your neck.

You gasp softly and furrow your brows at him, your shock so evident on your face.

“Gotta tell her that I’ve been after her since the day she moved into this building,” Bucky leans in and you follow.

How have you been so daft to not see this?

You close your eyes and stop until you’re a hair width’s away from Bucky’s lips.

“Gotta tell her how much I’ve been dreamin’ about her, and how she’s the only thing on my mind,” Bucky whispers, and you feel his breath hits your lips.

He softly places his lips on yours, and you move your hands to cup his face. You both move your lips in tandem to the other, as you try to feel more of one another.

He pulls away breathlessly and you follow suit.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a long time, doll,” he chuckles and leans in to place soft kisses on your jaw.

You giggle and whisper a ‘me too’.

Bucky takes the locket from your hands and starts to put it on for you.

He soon as he done, he leans back and sees how beautifully the necklace sits just above the dip of your collarbone.

“Open it up,” he nods at the locket. You smile and follow his orders, you gasp as you see a picture of your seventeenth birthday, with the Rogers’ and Barnes’, at Coney Island. And the other side had a picture of you and Bucky at Prom.

You didn’t have a date, well you did but he stood you up. So Bucky stepped in and became your man for the night.

You look up at him and have no words to say.

“I-,” you start but can’t finish your sentence.

“I know, doll. I know,” he smiles. “Been saving those tiny pictures for a while, but it was worth it,” he leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes and relish this feeling that hangs in the air.

The feeling that you have been wanting to feel for so long now, it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

“Hmm, doll,” he whispers back.

“I love you.”

“I love you, doll.”

💌💌💌

OMG! MY FIRST EVER ANON!!

HELLO NONNIE!!!

Love this ask, I've always had this idea in mind, but never really knew how to write it.

I guess this is just a messy way of writing it lol.

I hope this is what you were looking for nonnie!!!

Lemme know what you lovelies think!!

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[vhstown]

CAN SPIDERS SCREAM?

POV: 1610!MILES 🗡️ [halloween one shot]

summary: What's your favourite scary movie?

word count: 2.4k

content/warnings: depictions of murder, blood and stabbing

a/n: unedited :/ tew busy and i have never written fic that isn't x reader so! that's all erm have fun?

“Oi, Miles — wake up, mate.”

With slight surprise, Miles opened his eyes to see the dimly lit living room. Freeing himself from the confines of his friend’s shoulders, he blinked a few times to make out a rather bemused-looking Hobie. The punk’s eyes left his a moment later, and Miles was soon bombarded with the troubles of a movie night with people who had never had Netflix before.

“Give me the remote back, I just wanna—”

“We are not watching Ghostbusters again, Pav!” Hobie let out a slight laugh as a stream of web, and then a remote control, flew past him — right into Gwen’s hand.

“Ghostbusters is a perfectly fitting title for the occasion!” Pavitr protested, Hobie narrowly dodging the hand that flew up in frustration.

“He’s got a point — that Murray lad is scary lookin’,” Hobie chimed in. Gwen narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say “thanks a lot, Hobie”, before turning to Miles.

“You know what? Maybe Miles should pick. He’s been asleep all night anyway.”

“Hey! Not my fault my ma’ made me clean the whole house ‘fore you guys got here!”

Miles’ eyes felt like closing again at the memory; who knew using your webs to help with chores would need so much clean up afterwards? Not one of his brightest ideas, since he was all out of webs now. Though he would’ve been out of a home if his mom saw the kitchen covered in them.

“Where are your parents anyway? Perhaps on a romantic outing?” Miles rolled his eyes, like it’d do anything to subdue Pavitr’s less-than subtle expression.

“On Halloween night? Your lot must love a thrill, mate.” Also a lot less-than subtle — thanks a lot, Hobie.

Cheeks prickling with warmth, he snatched the remote from Gwen’s hand, frowning at the TV screen. Halloween movie…

“Well, if he’s anything like Rio and Jeff, he should be able to pick a movie.” Gwen crossed her legs, and everyone else shuffled back on the tiny couch.

“Thanks,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. Gwen’s knee, Hobie’s elbow, and Pavitr’s stare prodding him at either side, Miles sifted through the different shows and movies.

“How about Annabe—”

“Nope nope nope…!” As the preview came up, Pavitr shielded his eyes. “Anything besides dolls.”

“At least it’s better than Ghostbusters,” Gwen muttered under her breath as Pavitr peeked through his fingers.

“Oi, Gwendy, cheer up, yeah?” Miles ducked his head as Hobie reached over to slap Gwen on the shoulder. “She looks just like you!”

“Hobie!” was shouted from both ends of the couch.

Miles smiled, and grimaced. At least the two of them could agree that Hobie wasn’t any good when it came to movie nights.

Looking through the movies, none of them really interested Miles, or his friends. Each one would be met with an excited “wait!”, and then a disappointed groan, or another heckle from Hobie (it was one way to decide not to watch the movie.)

“Dude, Halloween’s almost over. Let’s just watch Ghost—”

“Just gimme a sec…” At this point, Miles had given up on listening to anyone, clicking through titles after a glance. It wasn’t like it was helping, though.

“Pick your favourite, or something,” Gwen suggested with just as little enthusiasm.

“Well it’s not Ghostbusters…” he mumbled to nobody in particular.

“Hey, not you too, Miles!”

Scream 2 appeared for probably the 5th time on screen. It’d have to do, he supposed.

“You guys seen Scream?” His tone didn't have enough energy to sound like a question.

“Well Hobie hasn’t, because he lives in the stone age,” Gwen started. “And he looks like Ghostface.”

“Don’t need ol’ Ghosty when we’ve got murderers in government.”

“Dude.” All Miles got was a shrug from Hobie, and then a sigh from Gwen. Crossing her arms, she fell back on the sofa with a creak.

“What? Fed up already?” Hobie questioned, brow raising by a twitch.

“It’s been like, 4 hours and all we’ve been watching is Ghostbusters. We ran out of popcorn ages ago.”

“You guys finished the—” Miles stood up, looking into the bowl. All that was in it was his reflection, staring back at him with disappointment. “Damn…”

“That was all Gwendy — swear on my life.” Hobie declared half a moment of silence later.

“Was not!”

“Okay, okay! Fine! Let’s just watch Scream.”

Miles turned on the movie, chucking the remote on the spot he was sat in. The introductory sequence started, and the room went dark with the screen.

“I’m gettin’ more popcorn — caramel popcorn." That got a groan out of everyone.

“If y’all use your webs…!”

He didn’t finish his threat as he walked into the kitchen — his mom could probably do that for him anyway.

The kitchen door swung open, shutting on its own weight. Miles held his wrist out to the cabinet, but all that came out was a click — out of webs. Right, of course.

A crackling bag of “Crunch ‘n Munch” caramel popcorn on the stove, Miles leaned his arms on the counter, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. He’d been feeling groggy since he’d woken up, but the dreary tiredness was still lingering. Maybe sitting out here with microwaveable kernels popping on the stove would help. Stretching and letting out a groan, the cheap decorations on the windows caught his attention. He could guess that people were starting to head back from trick-or-treating. It was late, after all. Miles had grown out of it, at least for this year. Going out with his friends who technically weren’t meant to be here wasn’t exactly a good idea, though. Besides, being Spider-Man for Halloween again wasn’t really doing it for him.

Both of his parents were at work, but it didn't bother him too much. They were always busy, and so was he. All of them were keeping Brooklyn safe in their own ways, he supposed. And having the house to himself wasn't so bad.

Faint murmuring — excited, or panicked — could be heard from the living room. Miles laughed through his nose, the crackling of the popcorn getting louder as he haphazardly reached out to flip the bag. That was, until, a searing, high-pitched noise rang out.

Miles almost jumped, before realising that it was coming from the phone: the old-fashioned cordless phone his mom kept for emergencies, or, for making sure he was “actually at home like you said you’d be, because if you and your friends are out somewhere I don’t know about then—”

Better safe than sorry, he thought, picking it up without any thought but an exhale.

Click!

“Hello?”

The faint whirr of static could be heard on the other side; it was dull among the pop of the kernels and giddy buzz from the living room.

“Hello, Morales.” Okay, definitely not his mom.

“Uh, who is this?”

“Take a guess.” Miles took the phone away from his ear, frowning at the screen. These types of phones didn’t seem to give any useful information.

“Ganke? That you?” he humoured.

“Try again. Two more guesses.” His half-smile immediately dropped.

“Okay, nope. This is weird.”

Declining the call, Miles put it back on its stand, rolling his shoulders in discomfort. It was probably just a prank — kind of creepy nonetheless.

Krrrrr….! Miles’ attention quickly turned back to his popcorn, registering the smell of burning. Damn it…

Wooden spoon in hand, he turned off the stove, biting his lip as he assessed the damage. A second barrier of defence against his friends, at least. Come on man, you gotta wake up—

RIIING RIIING! Miles cursed under his breath, and then winced in guilt.

RIIING RIIING! Again? Well, it could be his mom.

RIIING RIII—

“Hello?”

“Why’d you hang up? Don’t you want to play a game?”

“Okay dude seriously? Couldn't you be at least a little original? I don’t have time for this, I literally just burnt my popcorn!”

Miles didn’t know why he was suddenly ranting to a stranger on the phone, but maybe it’d get them to break character, or something. It must be some kids behind the stupid crackly voice — or maybe it was his dad. He tried to stifle a laugh at the thought of his dad trying not to laugh and his tightened expression, even though nobody would hear. Well, whoever this was might.

“You’re making popcorn?”

“Uh-huh. Was gonna watch a movie, actually. And relax — you know, without weird phone calls at midnight.”

“How about this? I ask you a different question this time.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Miles let out a sigh, hands on his hips as the burning died out in the pan.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“Not even a little improv..." he mumbled under his breath. Might as well stick to the script. “Uh, I dunno. Scream?”

“Scream? That one where the murderer wears a mask and goes around killing people?”

“Yeah, and where the murderer makes dumbass phone calls to their victims beforehand.”

“But that’s your favourite?”

“No..."

There was a pause on the end of the phone, before the modulated voice replied.

“You know... me neither.”

Bzzzt!

“Hey, what the…?!” Miles looked around him, but couldn’t make out anything. The power was out. “You can’t be serious…”

“Scream’s too old-school, don’t you think?”

There were equally confused reactions from the living room, and the voices of his friends got louder as he stepped into the hallway, phone in hand.

“Guys?” he called out, cordless phone by his hip and his own phone flash pointing into the hallway.

“They won’t hear you,” the voice from the phone said. Miles stopped, turning his phone and seeing something catch the light. "When you scream."

Moving, it shot towards him, his web-shooter sputtering empty air at the knife that surged past mere inches away from his face. No webs.

“Guys?!”

Miles pointed the flash up, only to see what looked like a Halloween mask that was melting: Ghostface. He would’ve laughed; it was crude at best. But right now, it was terrifying.

He booked it for the living room, pushing against the door only for it to push back against him. Locked — the panic surged in his chest, but his Spider-sense hadn’t gone off.

Thunk! Knife in wood — right where his face was a millisecond ago. His cheek stung only for a moment before he grabbed the knife out of the door, holding it to the darkness.

His mouth opened, and then closed. Should he call for his friends? Would it put him in more danger? Why couldn't he... Where did the masked person go—

A short breath came out of his throat, strangled. And then hot searing metal, right through his stomach. Why couldn't...

No, the metal wasn’t cold — it was the blood. The pain only seared for a moment, when the knife was pulled out. Miles’ hands went to the growing patch of darkness near his abdomen, bile in his throat and eyes wide, stinging from the dry air.

It was suddenly cold, and his mind was blank. Something that sounded like wind — a laugh, emerged from behind him.

He didn’t feel the second stab.

“Oi, Miles — wake up, mate.”

With slight surprise, Miles opened his eyes to see the dimly lit living room. Freeing himself from the confines of his friend’s shoulders, he blinked a few times to make out a rather bemused-looking Hobie. The punk’s eyes left his a moment later, and Miles was soon bombarded with the troubles of a movie night with people who had never had Netflix before.

“Give me the remote back, I just wanna—”

“We are not watching Ghostbusters again, Pav!” Hobie let out a slight laugh as a stream of web, and then a remote control, flew past him — right into Gwen’s hand.

“Ghostbusters is a perfectly fitting title for the occasion!” Pavitr protested, Hobie narrowly dodging the hand that flew up in frustration.

“He’s got a point — that Murray lad is scary lookin’,” Hobie chimed in. Gwen narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say “thanks a lot, Hobie”, before turning to Miles.

“You know what? Maybe Miles should pick. He’s been asleep all night anyway.”

“Huh?”

“We were doing fine!”

“No we weren’t, Pav — I was about to fall asleep.”

“Like Hobie said, Murray is a good representation of the horror genre!”

“And not the literal ghosts?”

“The ghosts too!”

“Hey.” Miles flinched a little at how close the voice was. “You alright? You look a bit pale, mate.”

The three of them went silent, attention turning to him. Hobie’s expression was laced with concern. Miles just nodded, though he wasn’t looking at anyone. He was fine, right? That was…

“Yeah, yeah — I’m cool. I just…” That wasn't real. He was fine. “Tired. Ma’ made me clean… and stuff.”

“Where are your parents anyway? Perhaps on a romantic outing?” He glanced at Pavitr, but it didn’t do anything to subdue Pavitr’s less-than subtle expression.

“On Halloween night? Your lot must love a thrill, mate.” Also less-than subtle. If it weren’t for the fog clouding his head, he would’ve been annoyed.

“Just watch… Anabelle, or something.” The sofa creaked as he pushed off of it. He winced at the feeling of his abdomen reeling in on itself. “I’m gonna get some—”

Two eyes met his: the reflection in the popcorn bowl. It was empty. Figures...

“That was all Gwendy, swear on my life.”

“Was not!”

“Oh, Miles is mad guys.”

“Hey, don’t look at me.”

It wasn't real.

“It was literally Hobie!”

Just a dream — of course.

“Miles…? Where are you goi—” Pavitr’s voice faded as the kitchen door swung shut behind him.

“Just need to call my mom,” he muttered to himself, grabbing the phone off the stand.

“Mira — I’m going to call this phone, okay? You need to call back from the call log. I'm showing you once.”

“Like—” This…

The call log appeared on screen.

Incoming:

31 OCT. 11:42PM Accepted

31 OCT. 11:40PM Accepted

31 OCT. 4:21PM Missed

Only the last one was his mom. Miles clicked out of the call log, met with the tiny blue home screen. It read: TUE 31 OCT.

The time right now was 11:39PM.

RIIING RIIING!

RIIING RIIING!

RIIING RIIING!…

His friends were in the other room, still arguing about what to watch.

“…Anything besides dolls...”

“…It’s better than Ghostbusters…”

“…She looks just like you!…”

"...Hobie!..."

…RIIING RIIING!…

With half an inhale, Miles picked up the old-fashioned cordless phone, thumb over the green button. It was the phone he’d answered before, and for some reason, minutes into the future.

The phone he’d answer many, many more times to come.

thanx 4 reading! thats it okay cya i havent slept more than 6 hours in a hot minute goodnight x_x oh n tagging @phoenixinthefiles :P

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[haleyboook]

Christmas cheer pt.2

warnings: none

word count : 3,431

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December 23rd:

“You told me you had plans with your family for Christmas.”

“I did. And then Chris convinced me to come here instead.”

Scott becomes white in the face as he stands up and heads towards the kitchen “You repulse me. That’s disgusting. Chris convinced you to come with… sex?”

His voice carries as I nearly jump six feet in the air to slap him quiet

“Scott.” I say with anger in my tone

Chris stares at his mother who turns to hear what Scott says and swallows hard saying “Scott is only teasing. I didn’t do that to get her here— she came when I asked her to come here with me.”

“Like a puppy?” His young nephew teases

Chris feels the air suck into his nose faster as he narrows his eyes saying “Quiet. You all are trying to get me in trouble.”

His mom smiles saying “Have you told her what the weekend prior to Christmas is, exactly?”

“A broad idea. I’ll tell her the plan. She’ll be game for anything.”

Shanna smiles saying “You told her about the play?”

“Yeah. About it, not full detail.”

Scott smacks a hand full of flour right into the side of my head and I gasp as his nephews and nieces squeal with laughter

The moment pauses their making of the cookie batter

I huff air into my face as the flour lifts off a bit at the air blown towards it

“You have a lot of nerve dude.”

He laughs as he hoists the cute child in front of him, blocking my line of shot with the handful of flour dropping down as I say “You’re evil.”

“Hey, this is typical for us. December 23rd is always cookie baking day and flour always ends up in someone’s face. You’re basically an honorable Evans at this point.”

Shanna’s husband clears his throat as he lifts the child from Scott saying “He does this to everyone. My first year he and Chris went overboard with the flour. It took days and four showers to get the flour out of my ear.”

My eyes widen as the three of us laugh and he nods to me as he escorts all the kids out

My hand dives into the flour and flings it into Scott’s face before he can even react. He screams with laughter as he tackles me and we hit the fridge, causing a loud ruckus as all the nieces and nephews giggle loudly

I freeze as I hear Chris and his mother approach, and Scott dumps the bag of flour over my head as I stare at the door

Flour pools over my head and body, I close my eyes quickly, feeling like the flour has already gotten into my eyes

“Scott!” His mother shouts in annoyance as two muscular arms wrap around me and I hear Chris say “I’m so sorry, Scott what the hell is wrong with you?”

I’m moved around the kitchen and Scott is scolded by his mother about the mess and I blubber on about “it’s not his fault. Chris. I’m fine.”

Just embarrassed.

The group of family members break into smaller groups while Chris helps me clean up myself

He wipes at my eyes and the cloudiness disappears from my vision like windshield wipers on a window

I blink a couple times and he smiles lightly saying “So you just went through a Evans family passage, did Scott tell you that? Is that why you’re not angry currently?”

“Shanna’s husband told me.”

He ahh’s and responds “I see, and that’s alright?”

My hand moves up to my eyebrow as I scratch it and shrug saying “Makes me feel more welcomed than your mothers introduction and avoidance of me.”

“She’s trying. I swear, she’s just awkward around new people sometimes.”

My lips puff out as I purse them together “Maybe it wouldn’t have been so awkward if you had told her about me prior to two days ago.”

Scoffing he says “She knew about you before that.”

“Did she?” I question as my hands press to my sides

Sighing and basically admitting defeat he says “She knew I was going on dates with someone. I didn’t explicitly mention you until now. And it’s not because I was purposely hiding you, I just knew she would insist on meeting you and it would’ve been a whole ordeal.”

“Like right now? Hm.”

“Come on, let’s not bicker with each other. My mom has our schedule for the weekend and I’m going to need to go over it with you.”

“Fine. Hit me with it.” I show no amount of excitement towards the strict schedule I know he’s going to present to me

He takes a large breath and starts his speech essentially “December 23rd, 3pm is shopping down at the shops near the theaters for Christmas, 5:15 is check in at the front of the theater where we’ll all go in together, 6 is when the play starts. Intermission is at 7:30. The play ends at 8:30. Then we go directly into dinner at my moms best friends house, she lives just down the street from the theater. She insists on being called aunt whitney. And after dinner we all stay in the living room back home together watching Christmas movies as we all pass out downstairs on the couches and floor.”

I blink in response at his literal word barf he just had

He releases a much needed sigh as he catches his breath from the long set of directions

“That’s all?”

“And an occasional family photo in there. My mom gets a yearly photo of us at the theater.”

“I see.” It’s overwhelming thinking about the detailed plans we can’t stray far from “And everyone has to go to this play?”

He laughs at my joke, not even realizing I had no humor behind the comment as my face remains seldom at his reaction

My nose scrunches in response as I say “It’s required?”

His eyebrow lifts as he rubs his hand down his lips saying “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Getting ready and dressed for the play was a task in itself. My luggage was still not here, I called the airline this morning and they’d told me they put it on the plane over last night, and that it should be here

The customer service claimed it is taking longer for received to be processed but I just think my bags been lost

Chris reassures me saying “You look very cute.”

I grumble as I pull on the itchy sweater around my top half. Shanna and Carly didn’t have much for me to pick through. They gave me a box of their old clothes from their teenage years and each item screamed 90’s.

Chris insisted I needed something somehow related to Christmas and this is what was found

An itchy ugly Christmas sweater with a slightly raunchy icon on the front of it. Chris laughed at the sight of it and Scott was just over the moon with laughter and happiness at the sight of me

“You look ridiculous, I love it.”

My eyes roll and Lisa smiles with a chuckle saying “You’re in luck we’re headed to the stores.”

“Thank god. I think I’m developing a rash from this material.” I say honestly as I scratch my arms and the whole group grows humorously loud with their laughter

Exhaling a breath I push Chris out the front door so we can leave

A few photos was an understatement, Lisa got photos of everything

Scott pulling my braid for example, the slap I gave him to the shoulder shortly after.

Everything.

Even Chris kissing me pretty passionately in the Christmas section of old navy

She smiled and wandered around to take more photos

I’d never shopped at some of these stores. What even is wet seal and why would anyone shop at a store named that?

And alas with Scott and Carly’s help I had found something to wear, not after at least a hundred photos were taken of me in this get up

Carly and Scott watch as I pull the sweater off with the dressing room door left ajar and Scott says “There’s a lock, y’know.”

“It’s broken.”

Lisa stares as she approaches saying “Do you want me to hold the door for you?”

I struggle with the top saying “Y-yeah that’d be great.”

The button catches on my hair and I struggle to fix the problem

She hears me shuffling and struggling “you need any help?”

“God yes. The button is stuck on my hair.”

The door swings open and she pauses for a second as I turn towards her, my arms stuck above my head as the button pulls on my hair

She looks to my exposed top half and says “Wow you are in good shape.”

“Thank you…. It comes with the movie requirements.”

“How’d you manage to get this twisted up?”

“I really… have no idea.”

Chris nudges Scott asking “hey is that jeweler still in business here?”

Carly whips her head towards him, nearly giving herself neck pain as she asks “What?!”

Scott winces at her squeaky voice and Chris says “would you keep it down? I need a necklace or something for mom.”

“Oh.” She says with a deflated tone

Scott nods saying “Yeah. I can go with you. It’s just a few shops down.”

“Can you slow those two down? I don’t want mom to see what I’m buying and if y/n escapes mom she’ll go hunting for both of us.”

Carly nods saying “Can do.”

Scott and Chris wander out of the store and Scott says “You bought mom that stupid espresso machine I thought.”

“I did.”

“Oh my god.” Scott smiles and pushes his brother saying “You little brat! I can’t believe you’re actually committing to something so long term. This is crazy. I mean, I don’t blame you. She’s like a million times better than you and so out of your league but still I’m shocked.”

“You’re a pain in my ass y’know?”

Lisa smiles as she untangles my hair saying “My girls used to always get into predicaments like this all the time. This one time Shanna had woken up and she had chewed gum right before she fell asleep. And she’d woken up with it in her hair, tangled up to the roots. I had to cut her hair. She had bangs all 6th and 7th grade.”

I chuckle saying “Oh boy. I bet she never chewed gum before bed after that.”

“You can bet your behind she didn’t chew gum for years.”

We both laugh and the silence sits once our laughs die down

“You’re a beautiful young woman, y/n. I just… I hate the way he does these things.”

I narrow my eyes to her, growing confused as she straightens out my sweater

“He gets so bright eyed and bushy tailed for a woman and he takes her home to us and soon after their whole relationship crumbles. I blame the divorce, it gave him so many commitment issues. No matter how old your children are divorce still effects them so much.”

I exhale a breath and as it leaves my body it feels jagged and pained “What-what do you mean? How many girls has he done this with?”

“Only a few. I’m sorry. He’d be so angry with me if he knew I brought this up. I just can’t bare to see another girl so broken up about this.”

I blink in response to her, long blinks, trying to keep my resolve. Remembering what she said about me before

Maybe this is just her poor attempt at deterring me.

I swallow thickly and my shoulders raise as I tense and take a step out of the dressing room

I pull the tag off the sweater and Carly says “Find the sweater?”

I nod, feeling dizzy and nauseous all of the sudden

It’s the sudden realization that she either really doesn’t want me in her family or Chris has been lying to me or conveniently forgetting to tell me

As soon as my card swipes and goes through I book it towards the theater and the rest of the family slowly migrates behind me

Following my lead

Chris smiles to Scott as they emerge from the jeweler

“Last minute Christmas gift?”

Chris nearly jumps ten feet in the air at the immediate presence of his mother

The bag jumps in his hand and he squeezes it with both hands. His rapid heart beat growing as he shakes his head saying “Forgot gram. Sorry.”

“You alright? You look flushed.”

Her hand presses to his forehead saying “You don’t feel hot. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine ma. Where’s y/n?”

“Oh she took off quickly, those long legs of hers sure move fast. She couldn’t be bothered to walk our speed.”

Chris sighs at his moms snide comment saying “I’m gonna go find her.”

He pushes the gift off on Scott as he quickly goes to find me

I stand at the theater with the husbands and children, waiting.

“Ready for the ugliest family photo to be taken? Somehow Lisa gets the worst angles of us every year.”

I sniffle a laugh saying “Sounds like my sister. She only posts the flattering photos of herself. I still remember the selfie she took with my sick figure in the background when I got mono in the 9th grade.”

The group laugh and Ryan says “Lisa made me stand in for a family photo when I had a black eye from taking a baseball to the face. Most humiliating Christmas card ever.”

The group of men erupt into laughter again as I join them

“I see you’re getting along nicely with the husbands.”

I shrug at Chris’ grasp on my shoulder “Mmhm.” Is all I give him in response before I hear his mothers voice “Gather up, come on. You know the formation we always do.”

Chris pulls me in the formation and grows distracted as his nephew asks him to tie his shoes for him

Lisa smiles to me saying “Will you be a doll for me and take the photo for us?”

I nod and step away from the family feeling uncomfortable all of the sudden

Like the breath in my lungs dried up and the lump in my throat tripled in size

Scott was late to show up and he nearly offered to take the photo before his mother bickered with him to get in the photo

Chris looks up confused as his mother attempts to get everyone’s attention towards the camera

He says “Why isn’t she in the photo?”

“Married couples only. You know the rule.”

“What rule…?” His voice is drowned out as I click the phone camera and every other device that was pushed onto me

Bickering erupts in the family as the kids push each other off each other and my eyes widen behind the phones and cameras at the chaos

It’s all overwhelming

The family breaks apart as they all grab their devices and a few thank me

Chris finds me shortly after and I push his moms camera and phone into his hands as I go to follow the group

He catches my arm saying “Honey.” He exhales into the nickname and I can tell he’s already thinking about damage control for his next sentence

“My mom gets weird about the family photos, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care about that. I heard her, married couples only. It’s fine. The play is starting soon. We need to get our seats.”

He drops the devices into his pockets and says “Hold on. They can wait. They’ll save our seats. It doesn’t start for another 25 minutes.”

Not wanting to get into an argument or anything right now I breathe in and say “Look, I don’t want to start anything with your mom or to make her dislike me any more. Let’s just go in. If you still want to even talk about this later. We can. Right now I’m just looking forward to the few hours of no talking and just…entertainment.”

He nods slowly and says “I love you, y/n. I know this can’t be easy.”

I press my hand to his cheek, feeling the tears well up as I nod saying “Let’s head inside.”

He kisses the bare skin on the front of my hand, the base of each finger with urgency and delicacy

The crisp and quick chill in the snowy surroundings cuts through me, ruining the moment as I shiver at the discomfort

No matter the beauty of my surroundings, nothing could get rid of this anxiety and nausea I’m still feeling

Not the beautiful theater that is weathered with age and beauty, could be at least half a century old or older

The wood chipped exterior but it still felt welcoming to the eye with the brightly colored bubblegum pink doors and the Christmas decorations hung so high up that it caused me to question how someone got up there to do that

Chris could see the gears turning in my head as I walk into the theater and grew confused on where to go immediately

His hand found mine the minute confusion etched itself onto my expression

“I’ve been here thousands of times. All of us kids performed here for years. You would’ve loved me as the ghost of Christmas future.”

I shake my head saying “I was in the nutcracker meanwhile.” My smile widens and he says “Much more normal I suppose. Should’ve seen my performance as Christopher Robin. My mom still calls it my best performance.”

My eyes roll as I push his shoulder saying “I’m sure she let that go to your head.”

He scoffs jokingly as the smell of stale popcorn hugs the walls of the building like wallpaper as we walk further into the building

It’s crowded, full of big families

Wives with their hands in their children’s hair desperately trying to tame it, or wives bickering with their husbands, fixing their ties. Tightening them as the husband pulls to loosen it

I grow observant as the room grows loud with voices all around me, babies crying loudly, children arguing with each other.

Old grandparents complaining.

Grandchildren whining.

I grow consumed into their dialogue like it’s a script I need to learn and Chris pulls me back saying “Here we are.”

My attention snaps to the big family as they all sit comfortably in the seats. Lisa is in a row with all her grandchildren

My eyes fall on the only two open seats left. One in one row, and the other in the row behind it. Directly behind the other

I swallow thickly with annoyance as I look to Lisa who appears busy with her grandchildren

“Ma, why didn’t you save us seats beside each other?”

“The kids wanted to sit with me. I’m sorry alright? You two are practically beside each other this way anyway.”

“Two completely different rows…” I mutter, my eyes look for Scott as he’s pressed into the corner of the rows and Chris says “Scott move down here—”

“Chris the play is starting in a few minutes, if you would have gotten here sooner like everyone else we could’ve taken your opinion into account.”

Chris let’s puts out a defeated sigh saying “Miles, you’re sitting on my lap.”

“Chris.” His mom gives him a warning tone and I squeeze his shoulder saying defeatedly as my voice grows quiet “I’m just— I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

“No, that’s not necessary. y/n.” He attempts to reassure me

Carly agrees saying “Scott and everyone can move over and we can make enough room—”

“My mom has been calling me. I think I’m just going to do that.”

I quickly leave and the doors shut quickly after me, Chris is pushed into a seat by the usher and sighs loudly

He looks to his sisters and they shrug. Tears wash down my face as I desperately call my mom

She answers saying “You deciding to finally join us?”

“I want to. Mom this is going so badly, they hate me.”

The line holds the silence as I sit at the bench near the water fountain, crying into the phone

“Why would they hate you?”

“I’m controlling.”

She scoffs saying “Let me talk some sense into them. Where is Scott and Chris? Why aren’t they defending you?”

With the deep exhale as my hand stays pressed under my eyes I say “I didn’t tell Chris. It’s like we’re being suffocated by his family constantly. They wanted me to board with Scott and Chris had to interfere on that. And god… everything is a fight. A fight to include me or anything and everything. It’s all so different from home.”

My mother laughs on the other line, completely setting me over the edge as I feel insane and completely invalidated. My mom was never good with emotions. I don’t know what I expected

She was old fashioned, and the strongest person to exist, but lacked the motherly comfort and care all the others had

Maybe it’s because I was born so late into her life.

Maybe it’s just her

She shakes her head saying “Welcome to life with in-laws. I hated your fathers parents.”

I shake my head and a hand squeezes my shoulder. I look up, meeting Chris’ eyes and sigh as I say “I’ve got to go mom.”

The call ends before I wait for her response, I look up to him saying “This sucks.”

He nods saying “my moms being so difficult I’m sorry.”

“That’s putting it lightly.”

The side of the bench shifts as he sits down beside me, I look to him saying “you’re missing out on the family traditions.”

“It’s either fall asleep during the play or stay out here with my beautiful girlfriend.”

My head falls onto his shoulder and the words that leave my mouth bring the guilt forward for him “I just wish they liked me as much as you like me.”

He holds my hand tightly saying “Give it time. I’ll try harder, and my mom will soften to you in no time.”

“She called me controlling. Said you gave that idea.”

He freezes up and my eyes don’t leave the ground as I can feel him thinking through the ominous silence

“I didn’t say anything like that. My mom claims that those women are my type.”

“How many women have you taken to this play, Chris?”

He tenses under me saying “Too many. I’m sorry.”

“I had a feeling, this doesn’t seem like it’s going to get any easier.”

His hand presses to my head as his fingers tenderly fall through my hair as he exhales “It will, you’re so much more to me than anyone I’ve ever brought home.”

We both melted into each other as my body rests on his as we kiss on the bench, my shoulder hitting his as the play goes on

At intermission we enter the play and as I go to sit in the line seat he pulls me onto his lap and his mom gives him a look “Christopher.”

“Not now mom.” He plays her off

Eventually the kids grow restless and a few move back towards their parents. I rest on the seat beside Chris and we watch the second half

The minute we arrived at Aunt Whitney’s I was immediately evaluated. She smiles widely with her silver tooth shining in the back of her molars.

She squeezed my upper arms as she informed me “You’re stunning.”

I smile to her and she looks to Chris saying “you two are picture perfect.”

“Thank you, aunt whitney. Mom needs influencing, can you..?”

She nods quickly saying “of course.” That was probably the last I saw her that night, every once in awhile we saw the blur of her grayed bob haircut as she nearly glided past us

Once the night dragged on it felt more comforting, Chris was practically glued to my side

By the grace of Whitney, Lisa softened a bit to me. I could tell because the way she looked towards me was different. Indescribable but not negatively

It was fun seeing all the grown ups act like kids when it came time for movie night.

You know the feeling of spending the night at your grandparents house when you’re 7 years old? Where you slept didn’t matter, and you felt comfort just being in the house

I could see why they loved this place so much, and with time I think I could grow to love it too.

“Did he tell you what Christmas Eve entails, y/n?”

“No, should I be worried?”

Scott laughs as Chris glares at him. I look between them saying “shit.”

“As long as you’re fine with snow, caroling, farm animals, and Santa we’ll be fine.”

“Is it a bad time to tell you I’m not good with farm animals?”

He tenses and says “great…”

“the polar opposite of our mother in that department.” Scott laughs and shakes his head “mom is going to have a field day knowing that.”

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To Be Kidnapped Teaser

A/N: Title will be changed just haven't figured it out yet,

CW: Mafia &Team, mentions of Enhypen Kidnapping, mentions of alcohol and partying this is x an OC of mine

WC: 701

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wasn’t supposed to be tied up in some ass room being interrogated by one of the most dangerous gangs. But here we are, being tied but in a very uncomfortable chair with rope burn on my wrist and a pounding headache. Now you’re probably wondering “how the fuck did you get in this situation Ariella?”. So I’ll recap a little. I, a broke, depressed, and anxiety ridden college student, decided to say fuck it and went to a club with my friends instead of studying for my finals.

As I went to said club I ended up bumping into a fairly attractive man (I know what you’re thinking, I should’ve seen the red flags with just that sentence, but I was drunk and honestly didn’t give two shits at the time). He was pretty tall, probably around 6’1, with dark brown hair. We flirted throughout the night and if I was actually dumb I would’ve gone home with him. But I am not, and I know stranger danger. So once it got pretty late I excused myself and attempted to make my way home. Until the next thing I know I was fucking ATTACKED and thrown into an expensive ass car. Which I wasn’t really upset about, because if I’m getting kidnaped at least it’s in a boujee way.

And yeah, that’s how I got here. Minus the place being absolutely filthy, and cold, it was also dark. But hey, what am I supposed to expect in this situation?. I let out a huff and tried to get into a comfortable potion. Well, as comfortable as I could get. I tried to make out what the rest of the room looked like, but it was too dark to see anything. I deadass don’t even know what to do right now, I could attempt to run, but the rope is too tight and the bastard who kidnapped me is right in front of me along with another man, this shorter than him but definitely more muscular. You could definitely tell he was one of those gym rats. “Now, I will ask this question one more time. What do you know about Mr. Kim? And what is his plan with our boss’s sister?”. I rolled my eyes and groaned. “And again, I don’t FUCKING know, dude I don’t even know who the hell this Mr. Kim is. And I have no fucking idea who your boss’s sister is”. The blonde sighs and steps forward to me and croches down to my level. He was one centimeters away from me. Mans was so close I could feel his breath. “Fuck dude, a mint would do you some justic”.

I really should’ve listened to my friends, especially Jay. God I can already imagine it, him looking at me with a disappointed look that I thought only my mom was capable of. I can practically hear him sighing and saying “I told you not to go out tonight Ariella”. I love Jay but I swear he’s more like my mom than my actual mom sometimes. A harsh slap went acrossy cheek, my skin cringing in pain. “Fuck dude!” I screamed loudly, as the taller one grip his first in my hair pulling it back. “If only you'd play nice then we'd be easier on you” he said. The shorter one put his hand on the others shoulder. “Chill dude, we don't need her passing out.

Seriously though, who the fuck where these guys. And where's Jay when you fucking need him.

[missiletoe]

apologies for incoming spam, i'm currently doing yuri shipping olympics (LET'S GO TEAM KITTYURI) and will be dumping all my bonus drabbles here o7

Prompt: Accidental Telepathic Link Word Count: 955 the timeline is lowkey a wreck and let's just say juliana is out of the picture at this point ;-;

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Kitty’s slapped in the face with an exam her first day back at KISS. It’s a hell of a Welcome Back gift. For the record, she would’ve preferred cookies, maybe even a nice basket of merch.

Of course it’s from Professor Lee too. He probably drinks students’ tears for breakfast and then feasts on their failed exams for dessert. In her head, she thinks she hears Yuri giggle, like the little tinkle of a silver bell. God, she really needs to focus.

Keep it together, Katherine Song Covey, she tells herself, breathing deep in and out. It doesn’t make the words on the page any more coherent but hey, at least they’re less blurry. You just got un-expelled from KISS. Do not mess this up by flunking all your exams because you spent all your time daydreaming about how Yuri looks sitting by the windowsill. God, her nose is adorably perfect. 

You know it’s great that you think my face is cute but maybe not in the middle of our Cultural History exam.

Kitty screams. She can’t help it and someone’s pencil goes clattering to the floor. It’s only after a good ten seconds that she manages to smother her scream with one hand.

Professor Lee raises an eyebrow in the most condescending manner possible. God, Kitty hates his guts.

“T-There was a bug,” she stammers by way of explanation. From across the room, Q aggressively mouths LIAR. “It got in my hair a-and I just fixed it this morning. I’m good now though, thanks for asking.”

Professor Lee stares blankly at her. She swears that if they opened him up, there’d be a metal battery where his heart is supposed to be.

“The next time an insect tries to… annoy you, please keep it to yourself,” he says in that stiff, wound-up Nutcracker manner of his. “Some of the students are trying not to fail their exams.”

She’s fairly certain that last part is supposed to be a jab at her but the shock is doing a decent job of numbing the rest of her emotions. Kitty waits a full 30 seconds, tapping out the time with her finger before clearing her mind and thinking quietly into the abyss.

Yuri?

Present comes back the reply. 

You’re in my head, Kitty sighs. And just when she thought this day couldn’t get any worse. I mean you’re always in my head but now you’re literally in my head.

Pardon the intrusion, Yuri says. Somehow, she manages to transmit sarcasm across her thoughts. For the record, you’re in my head too.

Any clue how we could have ended up like this? 

It’s suspiciously quiet on the other end before she hears a long sigh.

Maybe I should have listened to Dae when he said not to mix those two chemicals. Kitty manages to suppress her groan at the last second to avoid another lecture from Professor McStuffyson.

Someone starts absolutely wheezing behind her and she turns to find Yuri in the worst coughing fit of her life. A tissue paper is placed on her desk and a bottle of water is ferried across the classroom.

KITTY. PLEASE blares loudly in her mind. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP BEING SO FUNNY DURING OUR EXAMS.

Kitty zeroes in on the end of that statement like it’s a lifeline tossed into the ocean.

You think I’m funny?

Oh my god, yes. Of course. Professor McStuffyson? Hilarious, but please save the rest of your arsenal for after the exam. My mom will kill me if I get detention again.

“Ten minutes left,” Professor Lee announces, staring her dead in the eye. She glances back down at her completely blank paper and rubs her forehead. This semester is off to as atrocious of a start as the last one. If only she had one of those phone-a-friend call–wait.

Hey, she thinks.

Hey comes the exasperated reply.

Can you help me with question 2?

Sure, I’ll take a look. Kitty focuses on penciling in the date while she waits for an answer. She’s barely finished the year when Yuri speaks again. Or thinks. Think-speaks?

Yeah, I got no clue.

Really? 

Hey, I can feel your disappointment from across the room. Cut it out. Dae tutors me, you know.

… wish I had a telepathic link with Dae then.

Huh. Personally, I would not want an inside look at my ex’s mind.

“That’s fair,” Kitty says aloud and then kicks herself under the table. Why is this link a two-way street but she’s the only one that’s getting into trouble?

Professor Lee, because he has a stick up his butt and no hope of dislodging it, leans down onto her desk to glare at her.

Technically, he has no proof that she’s doing anything… academically dishonest. He does, however, have a glare that can shrivel plants and Kitty wills herself to not die on the spot.

Behind her, she hears Yuri snort into her fist. Professor Lee whips around like a cat drawn to a laser pointer.

“Keep it down during exams,” he finally settles on, pulling at the end of his coat.

I cannot believe your mom went out with that guy, Kitty thinks.

Tell me about it. What did she see in him?

I don’t know. Maybe he looked like less of a straw-doll at 16. Oh fuck, there’s only two minutes left.

Kitty scrambles to put something–anything–on the paper. She’s writing nonsense about the birds she saw landing on the telephone poles by Gyeongbokgung Palace during her last visit.

Less than pleased does not begin to describe Professor Lee’s expression when she hands him her paper. The bell rings and Kitty bundles up her books to run to the next class.

So. You like girls.

Kitty trips over her own feet and wishes that the floor would swallow her whole.

[xdarkestdesirex]

When Faith Meets Juvenile - Chap 4

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name, and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance but nothing in-depth.

This writing contains highly sensitive content like violence, drugs, the use of weapons, abuse, mental illness, hostage situations, talk of suicide, religious abuse, smut, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. MUST BE 18+ TO INTERACT.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

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I anxiously sat on my bed, holding my knees to my chest, watching the second hand on my clock go tic’ tic’ tic.’ It was fifteen minutes until midnight, which meant it was fifteen minutes until I was supposed to sneak out of my house. I still can’t believe I told Dale Holt I would do this a few hours ago. Pins and needles were shooting through my body, and my legs were shaking uncontrollably. The only bad thing I’ve done is lie to my parents. Going against them like this created a knot in my stomach, and I was debating not going and just staying home. I know he would be disappointed, but surely he’ll understand. I got up from my bed and started pacing back and forth. Both my parents are sleeping, and their room is on the opposite side of the house from mine. The only person I worry about is my brother, whose room is next door, and he could hear me leave through my window. 

I decided that I couldn’t risk being caught by my brother. He would make things worse for me than they already were, and I couldn’t bear any more of the treatment I’d been getting. I walked over to my desk chair and grabbed my pajamas, which were folded neatly on the seat. I had already dressed for the occasion: a plain black crew neck that was a bit oversized, light denim mom jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. I even had a bag I put together with snacks and a blanket. Now that I think about it, he probably would’ve laughed at me for bringing all these things when sneaking out. My cheeks heated up just thinking about the embarrassment. I was about to take the crew neck off when I heard a weird tapping behind me. It wasn’t loud, but enough to get my attention. I turned around to see a boy’s face peeking through my window. My heart stopped for a moment, and a scream caught in the back of my throat. 

Dale Holt was standing outside my window. 

I ran towards my window and quickly opened it. “Shhhh!” I whispered to him while motioning to my lips for him to be quiet. “W-what are you doing here?” I whispered.

“I was tired of waiting and knew you would chicken out, so I decided to come to you instead.” His signature smirk was plastered on his face. 

“I wasn’t going to chicken out! I was just about to leave!” My voice broke through the whisper I was doing, and I slapped my hand against my mouth. I wanted to prove to him that I wasn’t a chicken. I started pushing on the edges of the screen for my window to try and pop it out as quietly as possible. Dale stood back and watched me with amusement as I struggled. How did I do this that one time I chased after my brother? Maybe it’s because Dale’s deep blue eyes are so focused on me that it’s making me nervous. 

“Let me, Doll,” he said after having had enough enjoyment of watching me fail. He pulled something out of his pocket to pop the screen clean off. I stood there in awe and embarrassment that it was so easy for him. “Are you ready?” he said in a low, husky voice. All I could do was nod my head.

As I went to climb out of the window, I stared back at the bag I had prepared for tonight. I quickly grabbed it, slinging the strap around my neck, and with help from Dale, I was out of the house. He gripped my hand tightly and pulled me with him as he started to run, forcing me to run alongside him. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made it easy to keep up with him. It felt like we were running away together, and slowly, all the anxiety I was feeling only ten minutes ago left my body.

When we reached Dale’s truck, I bent over and tried to catch my breath. Dale leans against the side of his vehicle and folds his arms over his chest. I curse his good physique for not winding him as much as me. After a minute, I regained my breath, stood back up, and stared at the boy before me. The moon glistened off his pale skin, making him look almost angelic. I quickly averted my eyes from him and looked towards the ground. 

“So, Doll, how does it feel to be out after curfew?” His teasing tone drips from his mouth, and I can’t help but scuff in response. 

“Why don’t you ask me again once we’ve been out for a while?”

“You’re right,” he pauses and then asks, “How does it feel to be out after curfew?” He flashes me his annoying grin. I roll my eyes, but a stupid smile still finds its home on my face. 

“Anyways,” I say,  “Where does the ‘oh so famous’ Dale Holt plan to take me.” 

“I don’t know,” He shrugs his shoulders. 

“What?” That was all I could get out. Doesn’t he know where we’re going? I thought he had a place planned when he asked me to sneak out with him.

“I figured we could drive around until we feel like stopping and make a spot to camp out for the night.” He winks at me. Oh my god. What was that for? My whole body is suddenly sweating in the cold air. There’s no way we’re camping somewhere, and does he plan to do something with me? Sneaking out was so stupid of me. Why did I think this would be an average outing with a friend? But then Dale speaks up like he’s reading the thoughts in my mind. “Relax, Doll. I’ll bring you back before anyone notices, and I won’t do anything to you… Unless you want me to.” 

Why did he have to add that last part? Thankfully, it’s dark out, or he might notice how my face turned into a steaming tomato. 

“L-l-lets get going, then.” I rush to the passenger side door and fling myself into the truck before he can say anything else.

Dale gets into the driver’s seat and puts the key into the ignition, causing the truck to roar to life. Once we were out on the desert roads, the brunette male turned the nob to the radio and blasted the music through the speakers. His eyes focused on the road ahead, and mine focused on him. He was carefree, with one arm hanging out the window, wind kissing the tips of his fingers, and the other tapping to the beat of the music while he steered the truck. When the next song came on, Dale turned to me and said it was his favorite. He spun the volume nob in hopes the music would get louder, but it was already up as loud as it could. His other arm returned to the car to clutch the wheel, and Dale began to bang his head along with the beat. Once the lyrics started, he turned to look at me and belted each word at the top of his lungs.

All I could do was stare in awe as he rocked out. A weird feeling washed through my chest as I saw Dale having fun. I couldn’t help but slowly lose myself in the beat and started to bang my head along with his. I didn’t know the lyrics to this song, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun. His smile seemed to grow as he watched me let loose. His voice was off-pitch from the singers’, but oddly, it was my favorite tune. I could listen to him scream-sing any day.

We’ve been on the road for about an hour now, and we’ve been blasting music and dancing/singing along to each song. I didn’t know much about what was playing on the station he had on, but I was starting to love the banging of drums, loud guitar, and gritty vocals. At some point, I rolled down my window and stuck my head out, feeling the wind whip at my cheeks. I’m not sure what came over me, but the overwhelming feeling of screaming into the void of darkness got the better of me. So, I gave in to my intrusive thoughts and screamed as loud as I could.

Dale looked at me questioningly, “What was that, Doll?” 

“I couldn’t help myself,” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

Not too long after, Dale turned off onto a dirt road, slowing the truck down once we pulled into a large open field. He threw the vehicle in park, flung the door open, and jumped out. Dale made his way onto the other side and opened the passenger door for me. His soft yet calloused hand grabbed mine, and he helped me hop out of the truck. I didn’t need help; the truck wasn’t tall, but I wouldn’t refuse him. We walked a few feet from the car, and I pulled the blanket out of my bag and laid it down on the ground. Dale plopped his body on the blanket and stared at the sky. I followed his moves and laid down next to the male, making sure to keep a few inches between the two of us. The sky was beautiful. So many stars were visible tonight, and I was trying my best to find all the constellations I could. I looked towards Dale, who was lying there with his eyes closed. His face was soft, and he looked so peaceful. 

“Are you sleeping?” I ask the brunette male.

“Just resting my eyes,” Dale spoke quietly.

“Mmhm,” I playfully nudged his side. 

Dale propped himself up to face me, causing him to hover slightly over my body. “Not sleeping, Doll.” And thankfully, he laid back down, or else he’d noticed the heat blooming on the apples of my cheeks. Stupid boy is always getting me flustered. I hear the sound of a flame and glance over to see a white stick perched between the male’s lip as he lifts the lighter to said stick, causing the end to glow red as he draws the smoke into his lungs. Dale blows the cloud of smoke into the air and then catches my eyes with his. “You want a drag?” He questioned me.

“Uh, no thanks, I’m good.” Cigarettes give me the ick, but watching the way he inhales and how his jaw and neck move is alarmingly attractive. 

“Good answer, Doll, you don’t want to get addicted to these things like me,” Dale lets out another puff. 

“It would technically be illegal for me to smoke it, anyways,” I cringe at myself for the ‘goodie-two-shoes’ reply I just gave. I’m supposed to be breaking the rules tonight. 

Dale stops mid-drag and looks at me wide-eyed, “What do you mean by that? Aren’t you 18?”

“I’ll be 18 next week,” I said casually.

“Ah, fuck,” Dale runs his hand over his face, and his body tenses up, “I should probably take you home now.” 

Why was he freaking out? I know he’s 19, but the fact that I’m not quite 18 shouldn’t bother him. It’s not like we’re doing things we shouldn’t. We’re just hanging out as friends do, but—there is his Juve sentence, so maybe he’s scared people will get the wrong idea if they notice us together?

“You don’t have to worry about people getting the wrong impression about you,” I state.

“You don’t understand,” his voice becomes stern. “People will always have the wrong impression of me.” Dale stands up and motions for me to do the same. A sigh escapes my lips, and I stand up, collecting the blanket and shaking it off before folding it back into my bag. I probably shouldn’t push the issue. He could probably get in trouble if he’s on probation. 

“Look, I know you went to Juve,” I said, looking Dale into his deep blue eyes, “I’m not sure why you did what you did, but the Dale I’ve met and have gotten to know is a kind guy. People are stupid to make assumptions based on a mistake you made.” 

“Oh, Doll, you don’t know anything about me,” Dale’s voice was low. I could barely catch the hint of sadness behind his tone, but it was there, and it made my chest hurt. He made his way back into the truck, and I just stood where I was, staring at the space where he was standing. I wanted to ask what he meant, and something profound inside me wants to figure it out. Slowly, I returned to the truck and sat on the passenger side. Unlike the ride out here, which was loud and full of laughter, the ride back was quiet and tense. Dale stopped his truck in the same spot where he had picked me up and refused to look at me.

“Well, thank you for this experience,” I said while exiting the vehicle. 

I slowly walked back to my house and climbed through the window, placing the screen back where it goes, shutting it, and locking it before drawing the curtains. Once I changed into my pajamas, I got under the covers and snuggled deeply into my blankets. Falling asleep was complicated, with all the thoughts running through my mind. Dale. What is his story?

AN:

Sorry for the long wait. I wish I could promise this won't happen again, but I'm afraid it probably will 🤧. This outing didn't go quite as planned for the reader and Dale. They both wanted to have a good time, but as Dale found out, the reader wasn't precisely 18 yet, and it kind of freaked him out. The last thing he wants is for someone to make a claim that he likes underage girls (even though she'll be 18 soon and he's 19). His record isn't clear, but if someone were to say something like that, it would ruin his life forever. He's also not that kind of guy and would gladly beat anyone to a pulp if they were. He also knows darkness lurks within him, and he feels touched that the reader thinks he's kind. But if she were to uncover all his monsters, he's sure she would think the same about him as everyone else.

[alaskan-wallflower]

i’m sorry i keep venting but i swear this is my lowest. and i don’t really have any other way to filter it out because it’s like it’s consuming me and i can’t get it out of my head and i don’t wanna relapse again so. tw for self harm, sa mentions and suicide (i’m not gonna do anything but things will be mentioned.

today has been absolute hell. i don’t know why but the ask from this morning has me all jumpy or whatever. i just feel sick. i dunno. i guess i deserve it. i deserve to feel this way. i deserve what happened to me because i hurt people. i don’t like to say i was assaulted because i was young when it happened (8-12y/o or so) and it just kinda feels like i don’t have a right to say that because it wasn’t that much. like my grandpa used to slap me on the ass. he touched my chest area once or twice but that was it. but he did that to a lot of people. and i dunno. i feel like i can’t call it assault because it wasn’t. he didn’t know what he was doing because he had alzheimer’s and was demented. i dunno. i wish he was nicer. he used to scream at me and my brothers a lot. he made us cry and hide a lot too. he wasn’t very nice. but he’s still family and i have to love him. and i thought i was over it but the stupid ask from this morning just had me like…i dunno. feeling weird.

i suppose i deserved it. if i told my family they would tell me im being a dramatic attention seeker. so i guess that’s what im being. but i dunno. i hate complaining about this stuff because it doesn’t do anything. but still. and the shit about my brother doesn’t bother me as much. he was probably joking around or whatever when he was touching my clothes. it’s blurry now. but it’s whatever. i deserve this all. i deserve it. and i keep telling myself that.

i relapsed last night. for the first time in about nine months. i had one of the worst mental breakdowns of my life. i was just stuck on the bathroom floor crying while i relapsed. it wasn’t that bad. i shouldn’t count it as s/h. it never broke skin. or well; that much at least. i don’t even know hat happened, i was just thinking for too long and i ended up spiraling. i thought about ending it last night while taking my meds because i was thinking about how easy it would’ve been. i deserve it. but i was thinking like…i dunno. running from this won’t do anything. so i guess i have to face it myself.

every time i hear my mom tell me im a loyal friend, or that im kind, or whatever, all i can think about is how many people i’ve hurt. and it’s just become my life now. i hardly sleep. i either don’t eat or i eat til i feel like throwing up. i feel like there’s no escape and i did this all to myself. i wish i could turn back time. i do. but i cant. i wish that i could tell my past self what a fucking idiot she was. i don’t want to keep fighting this. i wanna be happy. but i feel like i can’t do anything.

everyone says im just doing ‘good’. good in school, in clubs, in whatever. but good isn’t great. and i need to be great. i need to be exceptional. i need to be exemplary. i need to be the best. that’s always where my mind is at. and if i’m not the best, i’m nothing. and i am nothing. i will always be nothing. because i can’t get off my lazy ass to do anything productive so i either drown myself in work or i do nothing but waste time holed up in my room because there’s something wrong with me and i can’t turn it off.

i’m scared. but i deserve to be scared. i deserve all of this and all of what’s to come. i don’t even think it’s because of friend issues either anymore. i just finally woke up and realized how meaningless everything i do is. because i’m not a good friend. i’m not a good sister. i’m not a good partner. i’m not anything. i’m not the best and when i’m not the best, i’m nothing.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Where I Belong Series

Summary: Let’s get small glimpses of Eddie, Salem and Fox’s daily lives. No order required, read it as you wish. (Please read A/N for a few clarifications)

Pairings: Eddie Kingston x Fox (reader), Salem (daughter)

A/N: After the last couple of weeks events, I’m not sure when I’ll be back on writing again. I don’t feel inspired to it and unfortunately the mere thought of it brings me sadness. I found a few random hc that are already written and saved in my drafts that I may post in the future . But for the time being, I found this collection of drabbles I had saved in my google docs that magically turned into a series and I thought I should post them so maybe you guys for once will have what to read and secondly can perhaps enjoy it. Salem’s age will follow no order, so she can be a teenager in one chapter and a baby/toddler/kid on others. As stated previously, there’s no order to follow up since the events are not connected to each other. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this 😘

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen, @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat, @moxkindagirl

Salem heard her name being called for the sixth time in a row in less than 2 minutes.

“What?” She asked again, and when only silence answered her back, she huffed “You gotta be fucking kidding me”.

Her purposefully loud footsteps made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen as she asked “What, dad?” Her green eyes spotted her father near the fridge drinking orange juice straight from the bottle.

“Girl, don’t you yell at me!”

“Don’t? You were yelling!!”

Eddie’s eyebrows rose to his hairline as a small huff of disbelief escaped his lips “Is that TONE I’m hearing?”

“Sorry. No, ok. Sorry. What do you want?”

“Can you get your mom for me?”

“What? She’s upstairs, where I just was!” Salem’s voice was filled with annoyance

“And?” Eddie shrugged

“Fine” Salem slid her phone into her jeans back pocket “MOM”

“Hey! Don’t you yell in my house, girl”

“Oh my god” She groaned

“If I wanted to yell I would’ve done it myself, wouldn’t I?” Eddie said quite nonchalantly

“What’s going on here?” Your voice showed how exasperated you were with their yelling as you entered the kitchen “I can hear your screams from upstairs!”

“Blame it on your husband” Salem murmured

Eddie narrowed his eyes at her and threatened “Hey, watch it!”

“Please tell me you’re not drinking that straight from the bottle” You sighed once you spotted the orange juice bottle in your husband’s hand

“What? Fox, ain’t nothing wrong with sharing some spit. We’re all clean and above all: we’re family!”

“Eddie, no” You sighed

“Eww, gross” Salem shrieked “I don’t wanna share spit with you! God knows what the hell you two do together”

You couldn’t hold back a chuckle as Eddie reprimanded her “Girl, that fucking smart mouth is gonna earn you a nice ass whopping! Keep testing me”

“I’m fourteen! Don’t you think I’m a little too old for you to threaten me with a few slaps?”

“I don’t care how old you are, you’re still my kid. If I need to keep that temper of yours in check then I fucking will! Your grandma used to tell me ‘better to get your ass whooped at home than on the streets by some thug’. I’m just following her philosophy” Eddie shrugged as he placed the bottle on his lips to take a few more sips of the orange liquid.

“Yeah? And look how you turned out” Salem teased with a chuckle

“Ok, that’s enough” You intervened while pulling the bottle away from Eddie’s lips “Stop that! Please, grab a cup” You huffed before looking at your daughter “As for you, young lady, that’s enough comebacks for today”

“Sorry, mom”

“Really? That easy? That’s all it takes for you? Why?!” Eddie groaned

“Because I act like her mother, not like her older sibling, my love” You answered with a fake sweet smile before you looked at Salem “Lemmy, did you finish changing your sheets?”

“No, because Mr. Kingston here kept yelling for me to come downstairs” She raised an eyebrow at her father’s way

“Alright, please go finish it then. And once you’re done put it in the laundry so I can wash it later”

“No problem” She nodded before pulling her phone out of her back pocket the minute it rang with a text notification.

“You’re on that phone way too much for my liking, kid! I’m gonna take that shit away from you” Eddie barked as she passed by him

“Whatever” Salem quickly responded as she ran back to her room.

“Why do you tease her so much?” You asked once only the two of you were left in the kitchen

“Because annoying her is fun” Eddie smirked

“Oh my god, you’re the worst” You chuckled while putting the juice bottle back in the fridge “And if I catch you drinking straight from the bottle again, you’re the one who’s getting your ass whooped, Kingston”

“Oh, is that a promise, foxy?” Eddie grinned before opening up the fridge to grab the bottle of juice once again.

[theoddcatlady]

Lump in my Throat

Flight… delayed by another four hours… due… weather conditions…  

I put my headphones back in, resolving that there wasn’t a chance in hell I was getting back to Chicago tonight. I cringed as the left earbud kept crackling and going out, only for it to finally cut out for good and leaving me getting only half the song.  

Frustrated, I yanked them both out, now fully exposed to the noise of an airport terminal. The snoring of the man next to me, somehow sleeping through the chaos. The ‘I’m a platinum member’ complaining loudly to anyone who will listen about how he gave the airline too much money to be stuck in this backwater town. The mom who was talking way too loudly about personal matters on her phone while her three children screeched like banshees and got in everyone’s way. The guy refusing to cover his mouth while sneezing and coughing, and he did both a lot. The arguing couple about how this was ‘all your fault’ and ‘maybe this trip was a mistake’. And in the background of it all, the rain pounding on the roof above us, preventing anyone from taking off.  

I decided to put my headphones back in to at least muffle the sound when the middle child zipped right past me and ripped them right out of my ears with one of his flailing arms. “Will you watch where you’re going!?” I snapped.

This finally got the attention of the inattentive mom, who looked at me like I just took a dump in her latte. “Don’t you shout at my child!” She yelled, shaking her finger at me.  

I responded by getting up and heading right for the bathrooms. If I stayed another minute I might just snap and slap the bitch.  

I slammed open the door and just stood by the sinks, taking several deep breaths and counting down from ten. I could not lose it out there, if I lost it out there, I might get kicked out of the airport. And in a small town like this I’d probably be shit out of luck when it came to getting a motel to stay at.

It probably took a few too many seconds to realize that the smell in the air wasn’t just the likely disgusting toilet stalls, and that I wasn’t alone. I turned to see a woman in the flight attendant uniform, holding a lit joint in her hand.  

We just stood and stared at each other for a moment before I laughed. I just shook my head and laughed. “Rough day?” I asked.

A nervous smile spread across her face. “Yeah, you could say that. Er, don’t tell my boss and I’ll let you have some?” She asked.

“Nah, I don’t smoke, but thanks anyway.” I sighed and rubbed my temples. “I was going to hit someone if I stayed out there for another minute. How do you handle it?”  

“Um?” She lifted the joint up and now we were both laughing. The kind of laugh that comes when you’re tired, there’s nothing left inside, so it’s either laugh or cry. When the laughter died down she coughed quietly. “I’m Fiona,” She introduced herself.

“Zoe.”  

Fiona nodded before extinguishing the joint and throwing the remains in the trash. “Well, that’ll help me get through the rest of this. Let’s hope the weather lets up so we can get back to Chicago,” She said.

“Preach. It.”  

We both walked out of the bathroom, I was feeling a bit better, I turned to thank Fiona for chatting with me when the ground shook beneath my feet. Before I could even react, Fiona shoved me, sending me flying into a wall.  

It was like Armageddon- the ground churning and tilting, the growl of the off white floor splitting and opening up right beneath Fiona’s feet, the horrified scream that ripped from her lips as she dropped into the abyss, one more glimpse of her bloodless face and then she was gone.

The shaking slowed and came to a stop, and it would’ve been like nothing happened… except there was now a canyon in the middle of the terminal.  

I stumbled to my feet, my ears still ringing from the sound, before I looked out into the airport. I recognized the sleeping man from earlier, milling about while he stared at the chaos, the sneezer helping the woman arguing with her boyfriend earlier up off the ground, and the mother, screeching at the top of her lungs-

“Where are my babies!? Where are you!? Reece? Declan? Maisie, where are you, baby?! Oh my god, they fell in! They fell down there!” 

There was no sign of the platinum member either. Feeling like I was in the middle of a dream, I milled over to the group, looking for any sign of the children. Some pieces of the roofing had fallen down, but I didn’t see any sign of those kids. Sure, they were obnoxious, but… I glanced down the crevice. I knelt down and looked for any sign of the bottom. Could kids really survive dropping down that?

I heard someone clear their throat and I glanced up to see the sleeping man from earlier. He pulled a small flashlight from his pocket, clicked the button, and threw it down. It spun around before it clattered on the bottom. It might’ve been dark, but it seemed that it wasn’t nearly half as deep as I’d thought. It just looked that way because of the dark.  

Either way, it wouldn’t have been a great fall.

“I saw one… one of those kids, at least, fall down there.” The man stuck his hands in his pockets, glancing at the floor. “Some guy tried to grab him before he fell but he ended up going to. I think that’s a cave down there.”

“They really built an airport over a cave?” I mumbled.  

The man shrugged. “Maybe they didn’t know. Either way, I’m going down,” He shrugged off his jacket, “I think I can climb on down. Coming with?”  

Without even thinking about it I nodded. “I’m Zoe,” I said.

“Roger,” He said before hopping right down, someone clambering down the walls like a spider.

I got up, brushing off my jeans before looking around. “Hey, I’m going down there to look for the kids! Anyone else coming along?” I shouted.

Having everyone’s eyes on me at once was intimidating, but the sneezer and the woman both joined me. “Ma’am, stay up here until the emergency crews get here. Don’t worry, we’ll go get your kids,” The sneezer said before he began the descent.  

I was reminded of the rock walls I climbed all the time as a teen as I lowered myself down the crevice. There was more than enough space for me to clamber down, but without a harness I felt completely out of my depth. Each time my foot slipped on the way down I thought ‘this is it, I’m gonna fall and break my fucking neck’.  

The wall didn’t go down the whole way, I only figured out when I started dangling. I glanced down and saw the light, I only had a few feet to fall. Those few seconds of dropping made my heart fly into my throat, and I never felt so glad to have wet shoes as I dropped into the water that was nearly up to my calves in depth.

Roger was already on the ground, sloshing through the water and shining his light on the stone walls. “I’ll be damned. It really is a cave,” He said.  

The Sneezer dropped down, almost falling on his ass on that last jump down. “All right, I heard you two introduce yourselves,” He sniffled and wiped his nose, “I’m Archie. Sorry, I got a cold. Where do you think the kids went?”  

“And I’m Payton- fuck!”  

I barely caught the woman tumbling down, taking several steps backwards and nearly twisting my ankle in the process. She glanced around before putting her hands to her mouth. “Gabriel! Babe, are you okay!? Where are you?!”  

As far as I could see, we were the only ones down here. I grabbed my phone and flicked on its light. “Maybe they went down this way. It’s downhill, maybe they took off in the dark?” I suggested.

Roger shined his light the other way, revealing it was a dead end. “Probably. Good news though- I didn’t find any bodies in the water. They didn’t die in the fall,” He said.

Payton shuddered as she grabbed her own phone. “Jesus Christ, the last thing I said to him was that we were over. If that’s the last thing he heard-”

“Like Roger said, they’re not here, meaning they got up and walked away,” I interrupted, setting a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s get moving, they’re still probably hurt and those kids are probably scared half to death.”  

The four of us walked in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being Archie’s sniffles and the splashing water beneath our feet.  

I broke the silence first. “I saw one of the flight attendants fall down here too. Fiona, we talked in the bathroom a bit. She shoved me out of the way before I went down this hellhole too. So we’re looking for three children, two men, and one women… why haven’t we seen anything?” A shoe, a piece of clothing, I could barely ignore the chill going down my spine.

“Maybe the attendant hurried them out,” Archie offered, sniffling and wiping his nose on his sleeve, “Afraid it was going to close up on them. Oh jeez, you think another shake will take this place down on us?”

Mental images of being crushed underground flooded my brain and I nearly went weak at the knees, but Roger shook his head. “I don’t think it was an earthquake. This cave’s only got a little water in it now, but with all the rain, I think it was a flash flood. Just weakened the ground under the terminal and well, you saw what happened. Maybe the smallest ones could’ve been washed away, but not the adults. They probably did just get right back up and chose to high tail it out,” He said.

Archie coughed and groaned. “Tell you what, this sure isn’t going to help me get over the flu,” He groaned.

“Sure it’s not the coronavirus?” Payton weakly joked, to which I could just about feel Archie rolling his eyes at.  

“Not the coronavirus. Just a stuffy nose and a sore throat.”

Payton laughed and shook her head. “Sorry, that’s… that’s just what Gabe would say. Always made stupid jokes like that.”  

Archie coughed again, groaning as he pounded his chest. “Air feels weird down here,” He wheezed.  

“Maybe you should climb back up? Wait for the emergency crews?” I asked.

Archie shook his head. “I’m not going to wimp out when there’s people hurt and scared down here, especially the kids,” He said.  

Roger cleared his throat loudly. “Thanks, Archie, but if you really need to turn… back… what the fuck?” He flashed his light over to the side of the cave, where there was dirt rising out of the water, just enough for some plants to grow.

I waded over, bending over to get a better look at the plants. Each a muddy brown, the stems bare until the top, where there was a trio of wide leaves and a bright blue bulb in the center. “I’m not really a botanist, but these are freaking weird,” I said, teaching up to give it a poke.

Roger caught my hand last second. “Don’t. They might be poisonous,” He scolded, sounding like a worried parent.  

I stood back up sheepishly. “Anyone know what they are?” I asked, getting only a bunch of head shakes and shrugs in return. “Okay then. Let’s just keep looking for the others.”

We only took a few more steps before Archie stopped coughing and started gagging. He stumbled to a stop before collapsing to the ground with a splash. Roger bolted back to Archie, supporting him and preventing him from falling backwards into the water. “Archie? Archie, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” He said.

All Archie got out was “There’s something in my-” before his neck snapped backwards with a painfully audible crack. I ran up to him next, shining my light in his open to look inside.

I froze when I saw a familiar blue bulb right between his inflamed tonsils, surrounded by those muddy leaves. The shock of seeing that in his throat made Roger drop Archie, who dropped back into the water, head disappearing below the surface before the plant sprouted above it, its leaves unfolding around that bulb.  

I ran. I fucking ran down the cave, screaming at the top of my lungs. Payton was right on my heels, while Roger was just frozen, kneeling there next to Archie’s still body.  

I heard the gagging behind us before we turned the corner and found the original people who fell down there.

I recognized the platinum card member first, leaning up against the wall, the stream bubbling over his legs with his neck bent sideways at a ninety degree angle, the plant sprouted from his gaping mouth. I stumbled back and away, nearly tripping over what I thought were just rocks under the water until I looked down.

The plants were sprouting from three tiny bodies under the water. I fell to my knees and grabbed one of the children by the shoulders, pulling them up to reveal it was the same child who’d ripped my headphones out not even an hour before. His body was cold, still. Far too still.

But their eyes were still wide and alive, stricken with terror as they stared at the plant sprouting from beneath their teeth. I dropped them back, watching them fall beneath the brackish water before looking up.

Payton was knelt next to the body of her boyfriend, bawling as she stared into his far too alive eyes. She looked at the plant before getting a steely look in her eyes and getting back up. Grabbing the plant by the stem, she screamed at the top of her lungs as she pulled with all her might, ripping out the plant… and most of Gabriel’s esophagus with it.  

I heard the most disgusting gurgle as the boyfriend fell forward, his neck lolling in an unnatural position as the light in his eyes faded and blood flowed out of his mouth. Payton was left holding onto the plant, staring at the roots that intertwined with lumps of bloody flesh. She then dropped to her knees, laughing the kind of laugh that only came from someone who’d lost their fucking mind.

I turned away the moment that laughter turned into gagging and continued running downstream, feeling tears rush down my face and my chest seizing with sobs. I ran and ran, my fingers growing numb while they dug into my phone case, and I didn’t stop running until I saw the light that signaled the exit.

I stumbled out of that cave onto a rocky beach. The rain had finally slowed to a light sprinkle, and I collapsed on the ground as I desperately inhaled the cold fresh air.  

I listened to the waves for a few minutes before I realized I was hearing something else… someone’s wheezy breathing. I pulled myself up and looked up to see a body slumped right by the exit. I recognized Fiona by her uniform first, her face had turned a shade of bluish green and eyes popped wide with such horror I couldn’t recognize the woman who’d shoved me out of the way and saved me from falling down the crevice.

I crawled over to her, intertwined my fingers in with her ice cold ones. Her eyes stared into mine.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” I coughed in an attempt to clear my throat, “I’m sorry this happened to you.”  

I heard this desperate whine and maybe it was just the wind, but her head shook a little. I coughed again, that lump in my throat growing stronger. “This was my fault. You shouldn’t be-”

With movements slow and jerky, Fiona grabbed onto the stalk growing from his throat and ripped, ripping out several inches of the plant, still so much more down her throat. My face was sprayed with her blood, and I stared at her eyes.

“Breathed in… the spores… run,” She hissed before ripping the rest of the plant out, taking her tongue with it. With that, she flopped to the ground lifeless.

I got up. And I ran, ran away until I was far away from that fucking cave. But I think it’s already too late for me.  

That lump in my throat isn’t going away.

[tracyandalice]

managing my trauma looks like this. I set my alarm and I go to class. I hate myself for being so depressed here when I’m surrounded by safety and love. I throw on my jeans and a band tee bc I don’t have the energy to put on a pretty outfit and I can’t wear a pretty outfit without a pretty face. I look at my pillowcase which is dotted with blood bc I scratch my bumps and pimples when I’m nervous. I barely notice I do it. I used to gouge holes in my scalp in elementary school but I stopped because it became too embarassing so now I scratch myself and draw blood daily. I sit in my class and I try not to remember a Millie that would’ve put in effort bc this Millie can’t. everyday I am a walking work in progress. my mom hit me and it was just 1 slap but it broke the dam I was holding back and I hate it. I hate her sweet texts and her memes and her texting she’s proud. Mama I begged you to let me do the dishes I screamed and cried for you to stop yelling at me I didn’t mean to forget to make dinner. This trauma feels so stale. Everyone is done hearing about it bc it was arguably a minuscule moment. But my mom looked at me and slapped me and I cannot fucking stop. Thinking. About. The Slap.

[rvllybllply2014]

I love you but you can’t speak. I need to prove to myself that it was the alcohol and that it’s not me. But also if you speak then you must’ve said something to piss me off. If you speak I’ll fucking hit you, bash your face in. I swear to god you better not speak, this all said while he’s punching my car trying to trigger the air bag. Don’t you dare speak I just lost a real one tonight. Again while punching my car. I love you to death but I will kill you, still trapped in the car. This was because I sent him the video of him saying that he was going to bash my teeth out and blocked him. I unblocked him because I thought he would’ve stayed sober with his mom hating him when he drinks.

We go to get food and he keeps grabbing onto my bruises. He calls me a cry baby while also trying to invalidate my pain by saying it doesn’t hurt. We’re almost to a place to get food and I’m trying to figure out if he ate yet. He had said earlier that he had but I double check. He now says he hasn’t so he again grabs my bruises and tries to bite me while saying he wants to eat me. I fight him off and he calms down when the light turns green. But he does say that he still wants to eat me.

He grabs my face while asking why I’m doing this. This being grabbing my food to eat somewhere else. He slaps my face after I make eye contact and tell him to stop leave me alone.

Then I get called some character from a tv show and how he loves her so much but she betrayed the main character and she needed to die. She escaped but in the end she was killed. Said as I was leaving the area he was in.

Hours later I’m so fucking tired, my stomach is in knots but I can’t go to bed with him. He’s screaming at the top of his lungs and honestly I think he’ll hurt me again.

[tojiscumdumpster]

CHAPTER NINE - TOJI

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A date. 

 Can’t believe I’m actually going on a date and I was the one who suggested it. I’ve always been in and out of pussy for years, but the last time I’ve been on a date, let alone dating was back when my wife was alive. 

 That’s almost seven-and-a-half years ago. 

 Asking Y/N out was last minute. When I saw her the other day looking so goddamn sexy while in teacher mode, especially wearing those glasses, I knew I needed to see her again as soon as possible. I felt like I was being tested that day because I had to hold myself back from bending her over the desk and giving her cock. 

 God, if she let me, I would’ve. 

 Never thought I had a glasses kink until now. How she kept calling me Mr. Fushiguro, knowing what it does to me, my mind was endless. Of course a horny motherfucker like me jerked off to the thought of having her, later on that night. . . And after I got off the phone with her two nights ago. 

 Sometimes I feel pathetic for being desperate to experience what Y/N feels like, and I know she feels the same. But other than that, I find myself eager to see her tonight. 

 We’ll be alone together. No interruptions. More time, and getting to know each other. Again, another thing that I fucking surprised myself for doing. 

 I try to convince myself that all I want is to fuck Y/N, but I have yet made it clear to her that I want to. We kissed, yeah. I saw her naked, yeah. I dried humped her until I fucking came in my boxers, yeah. But tell her flat out that I just want pussy? No. 

 Because that’s not all I want and I feel fucking shitty about it, too. 

 When my wife died all those years ago, I made a promise to myself to never get attached to anyone else. She was the only one for me. 

 She was it.  

 Can’t help but feel like I’m betraying her and moving on. 

 Then again, it’s just a damn date. It’s not like I’m falling in love with Y/N or anything. We’re just two individuals who are extremely attracted to each other. 

 Who knows? We’ll probably go out and realize it’s just lust, so we’ll fuck and get the shit over with. 

 That’s everything I would say if I was fucking delusional.

 I know it’s more than lust between us. Y/N feels the same way. That familiarity…and it only gets stronger the more we’re around each other. 

 I don’t give a fuck if I only known her for two weeks. I can’t deny the comfort I feel around her, which is well needed while I’m raising Megumi. Don’t have much support in my life, not like I need it, but having Y/N around isn’t too bad. 

 It’s not bad at all, actually. 

 Just hope Megumi is okay with it. Last thing I want is for him to think I’m replacing his mom, especially with his freaking teacher. But there’s nothing wrong with his old man dating after being single for this long. Eventually this conversation will come up whenever me and him can have more than one word conversations. 

 “I’ll be out late tonight, kid. There’s leftovers in the fridge, but I’ll leave cash in case you want something else.” Right now we’re having breakfast together. Quiet, but that’s more than enough for me. 

 “Thanks,” he responds. 

 “Got anything you’re doing after school?”

 “Not really. I’m inviting some friends over.”

 I raise my brows in curiosity, slightly smiling. “Oh? So you do have friends? When I’m going to meet them?” 

 “Why do you have to make everything weird?”

 “What? Can’t be excited about my introverted kid making friends?” I joked. 

 Red flushes under his cheeks that makes me chuckle. We might’ve had our distance, but I know my well enough to know he takes his bashfulness after his mom.

 “It’s not a big deal.”

 “It is to me, kid.” I stand to grab our empty plates, ruffling his spiky hair while doing so, which earned me grunt and Megumi slapping my hand away. “Time for school. Your bus will be here soon. Since when you oversleep anyways?” 

 “Since I have a dad that screams at the TV in the middle of the night while watching horse races,” he argues. 

 He has a point.

 “You got me there, kid. But I’ll see you later. Don’t get into any fights and if you do, make sure you win.”

 “Whatever, Dad. Bye.”

 Work is going by fucking slow. I’m convinced the clock has been at three thirty for the past thirty minutes, and it’s only furthering my annoyance. I haven’t felt the feeling of excitement in god knows how long, but all I care about is clocking out and making my way over to see Y/N. 

 Is that happening any time soon? No. Why? Because the owner of the club decided to call a last minute meeting, thirty minutes before my shift ends, and everyone knows he never shuts the fuck up once he starts. 

 To make matters worse, apparently the meeting is an informational one, so I can expect to stay at work for an extra hour. Since I’m not set to pick up Y/N until eight, I should be good. But some rest before tonight would’ve been fucking nice. 

 The talks about this meeting is some motherfucker bought out the club, so apparently we’re meeting the new owner. Not like I give a damn. So as long as he let me do my job and maybe include a pay increase, that’s all that matters to me. 

 Honestly not surprised the previous owner sold the club. It seemed like the fucker hated being here and was a money hungry beast, which I can relate to. Still not seeing why a last minute meeting needs to be called for this shit. 

 “Oi, Fushiguro! I’m actually surprised that you came.” I don’t even have to look behind me to know that’s Gojo’s annoying fucking ass. Last thing I want is to hear this white haired fuck’s commentary while the meeting is happening.

 “Is it not a meeting?” I retorted.

 “Do you ever come to them?”

 I give him a side eye. “Stop talking to me.”

 “Oh, but if I don’t, who will keep you company while the new owner is yapping?”

 Looks like there’s truth to the talks. 

 “A new owner?” I ask, pointedly.

 He’s take the lollipop out of his mouth and leans his arms on my shoulders like we’re fucking friends. “Yeah, apparently he’s some rich kid from a famous family in Japan.”

 I shrug him off. “A kid is owning the club now?”

 “No, Fushiguro. Use your brain. He’s about my age, so half of yours.” Funny how this blue-eyed freak loves making comments about my age as if I wouldn’t fucking run circles around him.

 I’ll just ignore that comment. 

 “Oh, well I don’t fucking care. Just need this to end fast because I have somewhere to be.”

 “You? What the hell do you do other than eat, sleep, work, and lose all your money at horse races?” He asks sarcastically. “Unless you have a date tonight, I’m sure your late night activities can wait.”

 “Fucking stalking me? How the fuck do you know my business like that?

 “I-” Whatever trivial ass rebuttal Gojo had in mind was cut off by the door slamming open and the two fuckers walking through it. 

 One being the now previous owner of the club, Bruno, old and wrinkly who still wears colorful ass suits. And two, some blonde haired fuck with a bad bleach job and piercings. 

 I can’t put my finger on it but he looks real familiar. 

 “Alright men. Listen up, I’ll keep this short and simple,” Bruno says. “I’m sure most of you heard the rumors about me selling the club. Well, I’m here to confirm that’s true. So starting today, this fella right here will be the new owner and who you report to.”

 “If it’s short and simple, why did you have to call a meeting for this, Boss?” one of the other security guards argues. 

 “Is it wrong for me to want to meet the guards that’ll be working for me?”

 Working for you? 

 When I heard the new owner’s voice, I shot daggers at him and my jaw ticked from hearing his tone, sounding like a condescending prick. I’m very aware that I’m just a disposable employee that works here, but the last thing I want is some shitface holding that over my head. 

 I’m sure I made my presence known just by my eyes piercing his head, and on cue, he looked at me. Not matching my expression, though. He has this grin on his face and an expression of knowing, like he recognizes me somewhere, which I fucking doubt it. 

 I wouldn’t be caught dead around someone like him. 

 “You,”—he points at me with his chin—“what’s your name?”

 Before I’m able to answer, Bruno speaks first. “That’s Toji Fushiguro. One of the top security guards we have. You’ll have no issues when he’s working.”

 He hums. “Nice to know, but can he not speak for himself?”

 “He has a name,” I deadpan. “And Bruno just told you.”

 “A smart ass, I see. Are these the type of guards that worked for you?” Finding a new source of income will not be an issue because I’m two seconds away from smashing his head against the wall if he keeps fucking talking to me like that. 

 “This why we got called into a last minute meaning? To hear you run your mouth?” I quipped. 

 He snorted. “An interesting man you grew to be, Fushiguro.”

 Grew to be? 

 “I know you from somewhere?”

 “Alright, enough of the back and both. Fushiguro, this is your new boss, so give Mr. Zen’in the same respect you give me.”

 Zen’in… Not from the Zen’in family I know. 

 “Yes, if you all don’t want an issue with me, it’s best to listen to your old boss and respect me, considering that I’m writing your checks,” he advised. “As you heard from him, I go by Naoya Zen’in, youngest son of the Zen’in Family from Tokyo, Japan. Starting today, I’ll be your new boss and owner of this establishment.”

 I haven’t seen or heard from the Zen’in in the past two decades, and I’ve made it my mission to keep it that way. But here goes one of their brats fucking being the new owner of where I work. What business does the Zen’in have in the States, anyways? And all places, here. 

 Just hearing that name pumps anger through my veins. I loathe that family. Made my life a living hell because I didn’t want to carry out their stupid ass prodigy role. Imagine expecting a   sixteen-year-old to marry some girl you don’t even know just to appease your so-called family. 

 That’s how I got my first scar on my back. . . It kept going up from there, scar after scar. Nothing will be more memorable than the one on my right lip, though. 

 I can tell you one thing for certain—those Zen’in trash didn’t teach me shit about love, but the abuse and trauma they gave me damn sure taught me about survival. Taught me the feeling of hate and resentment. Didn’t know who the fuck I was when being in that household. 

 It wasn’t until I met my late wife and had Megumi until I found myself again. 

 Now look at me, years later, struggling to show love to my own kid. 

 I don’t know who the hell is this Naoya prick, but the last thing I need is for those Zen'ins' to come anywhere near the life I’m trying to build for me and Megumi. And if I find out he was sent over here to keep tabs on me, I have no issue going back to that lifestyle I’m trying oh so desperately to leave behind. 

 The meeting went over fifteen minutes longer than expected, putting the end time at four forty-five. Less rest time for me, but still enough before I have to pick up Y/N later. 

 Just when I was making my way out to head to the security locker room, I hear my name being called, and it’s by the last fucker I want to hear from.

 “Toji, care to spare a minute of your time?” Naoya asked with a stupid smirk on his face.

 Not like I didn’t just fucking give you seventy-five minutes of my time for that pointless meeting.

 “Fushiguro,” I corrected. As if he knows me well enough to address me by my given name. The only person I want to hear call me Toji is Y/N, and Y/N only. “And actually, no. I have somewhere to be.”

 “It won’t take long.”

 I let out a deep sigh, hands in my pockets and balling into fists out of frustration. “What is it?”

 “I’m sure you’re interested in who I am given the fact that we share the same surname.”

 “We don’t. Fushiguro is my last name,” I deadpan.

 He chuckles. “Well, it is now. Your quite popular in our family-”

 “Your family. Not mine.” Is he really keeping me here to bond over a last name? “Not sure what this has to do with my job, but can you cut the bullshit and get to why you wanted to talk?”

 “I come here with no ill intent. If anything, we have a common loathe and disdain for the Zen’in Family, especially that old geezer, Naobito, who’s on the verge of death,” he explains. 

 “Not interested-”

 “Oh, but you should be.”

 I raise a brow. “And why is that?”

 “Father still has this stupid notion of giving the Zen’in Family an everlasting name, so they’re practically forcing anyone with Zen’in blood to wed and bear children.”

 I shrug, still confused on why he is telling me this. “Seems like this has shit to do with me. I was happily disowned by the Zen’in twenty years ago. Not my concern.”

 “You were. Your son wasn’t.”

 To think I couldn’t get more annoyed than I already am, the mention of Megumi fumes me. It takes me less than two seconds to close our distance and invade his space. Coming after me? Cool. But Megumi? Oh, that’s a death wish waiting to come true.

 “The fuck you just said to me, Zen’in?” 

 He smiles, throwing his hands up to show his innocence. “I’m just the messenger.”

 “You’re telling me Naobito made you his lap dog and sent you across the country to send me a message?”

 “God, no. I’m simply here to handle business. I could give a rat’s ass about that generational nonsense. Money is my only concern,” he affirmed. “Figured I give my favorite cousin a heads up on what’s to come. Apparently the old fart is taking a liking in your son. Maybe he’ll try to manipulate him and give the poor your granduncle is dying wish.”

 It’ll be a cold day in hell if that piece of shit thinks he’ll even breathe the same air as my kid. 

 Think I’ve heard enough about the Zen’in Family for the day, especially when it wasn’t what I expected either. I’ll ignore the comment about me being his favorite cousin because I don’t know this motherfucker, but I’ll keep a close eye on him. 

 Who’s to say he’s not just making up shit to fuck with me? Even so, I won’t take his words lightly. 

 I’ll put this on hold for now. Don’t need this spiraling in my mind while I’m with Y/N.

 Seems like a trip down memory lane will be needed soon.

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discussion question #5 — toji's cousin, naoya, has made an appearance in life and it seems like it's going to be a permanent change. any predictions of what's going to happen now that he's here?

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yes omg the reason why i’m so attached to sgfg is bcs it comforted me sm when i was going through a tough time,, im so glad we both had them as an escape 🥹 also,, SLFL TOUR!!! i wanted to go to their show in my country sooo bad but i just turned 13 and i had no one to go with so i wasn’t allowed to </3 (my villain origin story fr) i’m forever bitter that they didn’t put out a live album for that tour 😭😭 AND OMG UR RING!!!!! u better sleep w one eye open bcs u’re number one in my rob list now >:-D !!!!

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good luck on your midterms!!! i’m sure you’ll do amazing, you can do it! (procrastinating part is so real and so me rn djdidjsjfkd) ur not bothering!! thank you for talking about them with me!! and thank you, i hope so dcnsjsh ILY2!🫶🏻🫶🏻