#right now he's on the floor behind my chair though and i'm afraid one of these days i will accidentally step on him :(

[quaranmine]

Me: I don't have any pets in my apartment

My beloved jumping spider that I have had living in my room for over a year and a half: do i mean nothing to you

[squoxle]

⛓️Laced with Love ~ Jake ff (18+)

⛓️pairing: Jake!bf x Reader!gf | ⛓️wc: 11.2k | ⛓️summary: You unexpectedly fall for Jake. The sweetest boy you've ever known, or so you thought |⛓️cw: 🔞MDNI!! heavy petting, oral sex f. & m. giving/receiving, unprotected sex, mentions of abuse, swearing, profanity (req by: anon) 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤／𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖❤️‍🔥

a.n: link to part 2

"Excuse me, ma'am. This is NOT what I ordered. I want a refund."

Here goes another Karen, complaining about an order they definitely made and just changed their mind after a sip. "Yes, you did Miss. If you have the receipt it should tell you right there," you replied trying to keep your cool. After all, this wasn't the first time someone like her tried to pull a stunt like this.

"I don't keep receipts, but I'm telling you that I most certainly did not order this. So you can either give me what I paid for or refund me my money." God her voice was so fucking annoying and you know she's lying, but you can't risk getting in trouble at work over some entitled middle-aged soccer mom.

"That's alright ma'am. We keep a merchant copy of receipts for situations like this," you proceeded to pull out a thin slip of paper showing the details of her order. "See ma'am. It's on the receipt, right here. A venti skinny matcha latte with almond milk," you pointed to the only item on the receipt.

"No, this can't be right. I asked for a light Caramel Frappuccino with oat milk." "Well that's not on the receipt and you've already finished most of the drink so I honestly don't understand how it took you so long to realize this wasn't your order before you decided to come up here." "You know what? I don't have to explain myself to you. I am not going to stand here and take this disrespect from some Gen Z brat. I'd like to speak to your manager. Where's your manager?" The woman proceeded to shout for the manager until he eventually came back from his smoke break.

Mr. Lee, but you usually called him by his first name. Well, only when you weren't at work. He was pretty cute, but also fairly young to be the manager. However, you couldn't deny the fact that he was the best manager you've ever met. You don't know if it was his big, brown, doe eyes or his perfect smile that seemed to make everything okay.

"What's going on in here?" "Are you the manager?" she panted frantically. "Yes ma'am I am. How can I help you?" "Oh thank god. This young lady is being very disrespectful. I came up here to inform her that my order was incorrect and that I'd like a refund. But she won't do it and I don't know why."

"Probably because you drank more than half of the damn thing before coming up here with that story," you butted in.

"Hold on kid. I got this," he said before walking behind the counter. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't refund your money for a drink that you claim to be the wrong order even though you sat there and drank it knowing that it wasn't right--" "I'm allergic to nuts!! Are you trying to kill me? Ahhh!!" "Ma'am you need to calm down. If you were truly allergic you would be having a reaction right now--" "I AM!! I feel like my skin is on fire!! I'M BURNING!!" she screamed before falling to the ground.

This woman was being absolutely ridiculous. Now she was faking an allergic reaction.

"Well then someone should call 911 and have you taken care of, right?" "No!! I'm afraid of hospitals are you insane?!" she shouted. "Ma'am it's obvious that you're faking so can you please get up and leave before I have you escorted by the police?" But she didn't get up, instead, she kept on screaming and hitting the floor. It wasn't long before one of the customers got up from their chair and proceeded to drag her out of the store. "Don't fucking touch me! Help! Somebody help me! This man is trying to assault me!"

"I hate dealing with people like that," you said rubbing your forehead. "Yea, I hate em' too. But look at it this way, that was the last customer for your shift," he smiled patting you on the shoulder. "Yea, I guess you're right," you sighed untying your apron and placing it on the hook.

Instead of taking an Uber home, you decided to walk. You didn't live very far away and you kinda wanted to take this time to clear your mind. Balancing school and work was challenging on its own, you didn't need energy vampires like Karen to stress you out.

You were walking through the city park as a dog ran up to you. "Woah! Down boy...or girl!" the dog tackled you to the ground and licked the left side of your face. "Ugh!"

PHWEEET!!

The ear-piercing whistle caught the attention of the dog hovering over your body.

"Here boy! Come on! Tsk Tsk." the dog bounced over to a dark-haired boy waving a frisbee over his head. "Go get it!" He shouted, flinging the plastic disk far away. You watched as the dog ran after the frisbee.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked, extending a hand towards you. You didn't even notice he was standing that close to you. "Oh, umm...yea. I'm good. Thanks," you replied as he pulled you up to your feet.

"I'm Jake," he smiled. "I'm Y/N," you replied. "Nice to meet you Y/N. Oh and sorry about Jasper," he chuckled. "Is that your dog?" "No, it's that kid's," he said pointing to the little boy that ran behind the dog you now knew as Jasper. "He's actually really sweet. And he likes meeting new people," Jake turned to look at the dog lying on his back while the little boy scratched his belly.

You took the chance to look at Jake. He was really cute and seemed like a nice guy. If you weren't covered in dog droll and walking home from work you'd probably stick around to get to know him a little more. But you were tired, so you decided to just go home.

"Hey, do you wanna go meet him? Well...meet him again?" Jake smiled awkwardly. "Oh, umm I--sure."

*Okay, never mind. I guess sleep can come later* you thought to yourself as you followed behind Jake.

"Bye. See you guys tomorrow," the boy waved as he walked over to his parent's minivan with Jasper. After about an hour--that felt like 10 minutes--passed, you were left alone with Jake. You actually had a lot of fun playing around with Jasper and Colin--that was the name of the little kid who owned the dog.

"You're really good with dogs and kids. Do you have any siblings?" "No, I'm an only child. But I've always managed to surround myself with enough people that it feels like I have one really big family," Jake went on to tell you about a few stories from his childhood. You loved how it was so easy to talk to him. On top of that, he was naturally funny which made him even more attractive.

"Ooh, I just got the biggest craving for ice cream. Do you want some?" "Yea sure," you giggled as you saw the expression on his face. "Awesome. There's a place close by. It's really good." You followed Jake to the small sweet shop around the corner. "There're only a few flavors and some basic toppings. They sell cake too," he beamed as he opened the door for you.

"Hi, Jake!" a girl smiled from behind the counter. "Do you want the same thing as usual?" she asked. "Yes please, thank you," he smiled. "Ok ok, and what would you like ma'am?" you read her name tag: Xoey. "Umm, I'll just take the same thing he got," you smiled awkwardly.

"Are you sure?" "Sorry, this is her first time coming here. Can you get her a menu?" "A menu? No way. She can have this," Xoey said picking up a mini spoon. "This is a newbie scoopy. It's for newcomers who don't know what they want. We have three basic types of ice cream: Strawberry Swirl, Chocolate Fudge, and Simply Vanilla. The toppings are pretty basic too: strawberry, chocolate, and caramel syrups. But--the special part is what you add in. That's how you make your own flavor. We have an array of mix-ins to choose from," Xoey then handed you three mini spoons with each ice cream flavor on it. You tasted them all. Creamy and delicious. "Oh, and we also have a recipe book of possible flavor combinations," Xoey added as she flipped out a colorful book, plastered to a rotating stand.

"Here ya go Jakey," Xoey smiled, handing Jake his ice cream. He watched as you created your ice cream concoction. "Hey, Xo. Just so you know I'm paying for her okay." "Save your money. The first cup is on the house Jakey," she smiled as she handed you your creation. "Enjoy," she smiled. "Thank you," you smiled back.

"Do you like it?" he asked. "I haven't even tried it yet," Jake picked up the spoon and put it in your mouth. "Mmn!" " So, how's it taste?" "Good," you mumbled with a mouthful of ice cream.

Jake giggled a bit after you said that. "What?" you mumbled again, tossing the cold cream around in your mouth, careful to cover your mouth with your hand. "You're just cute that's all," you couldn't help but get that warm feeling in your face at his words.

After finishing your ice cream, the two of you exchanged numbers. "Maybe we can hang out again sometime," Jake smiled as he tucked his phone in his pocket. "Yea, I'd like that," you smiled back. "Hmm. It's getting dark outside and I don't mind walking you home. Just to make sure you get there safely." "Thanks, Jake, I really appreciate it, but that won't be necessary." "Hmm, well I'll send you some money for a car." "You don't have to--" You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Jake had sent you $30 on CashApp.

"What the--" "I'll wait with you until it arrives." "You're really not gonna let me go home alone are you?" "Nope. So we're either gonna stand here until the sun comes up or you're gonna call an Uber." "It's just that I don't live far enough from here. An Uber would be useless." "Okay fine, then call me and stay on the phone until you get home alright. Does that work for you?" "Yea, that works," you chuckled.

As you agreed, you stayed on the phone with Jake until you made it home. "Alright, I'm home now." "Great. Well, I guess this is goodbye." "Hmm...yea." "Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Jake," you smiled before ending the call.

This was not the way you expected your evening to end, but you definitely weren't mad about it.

Weeks went by as you and Jake grew closer together. He loved you and he loved showing you in a number of ways. He really was the sweetest boy you ever met and you were excited to see him every time you'd see each other.

Today, you and Jake were just hanging out at the mall. "Hey, I wanna introduce you to my best friends, Sunghoon and Jay. They're really awesome and I think you'll like them too." "Okay. When do you want me to meet them?" "Today...if that's okay with you," Jake said shyly. "Yea sure that's fine," you smiled.

"Oh oh come on. Let's make a wish at the fountain," Jake laughed as he grabbed your hand dragging you to the mall's giant water fountain. "Okay okay! Jake! Slow down," you giggled behind him. "Alright, you go first," he smiled, handing you a coin. "Hmm, okay. I wish that Jake's friends would like me and I would like them too," You closed your eyes and tossed the coin in the water, opening your eyes after hearing the splash. You turned to see Jake holding the coin to his chest with his eyes closed. You watched as his lips softly mouthed some words before tossing the coin in.

"What'd you wish for?" "Ah ah ah. I can't tell you or else it won't come true." "No fair! I told you what I wished for," you playfully pushed him. "Fine, if you tag me I'll tell you." "Promise?" "Promise," he said before tapping you on the shoulder and running off.

You chased behind him before stopping to catch your breath. "Jake?" you called out, scanning the vast area. "Dammit," you cursed under your breath. "Boo!" Jake shouted from behind you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. "Ahh! Wait...I'm supposed to catch you remember?" "Oops," Jake said. "Tag! I win!" you smiled as you reached to tap Jake's hand with your fingers. "Hehe. Yup, you win. I guess I gotta tell you my wish now huh?" "Yup," you grinned.

"I wished for you to be my girlfriend," Jake said softly still holding you in his arms. You looked up to meet his eyes. "Are you being serious right now?" "Yea, I am. I've liked you for a long time now. I love how I can be myself around you. And I love you," you turned to face Jake who was now blushing a little.

You'd had feelings for Jake for a while now too, but you didn't want to say anything and mess up the little friendship the two of you had. But now, here he was, standing in front of you, confessing his feelings.

"It's okay if you don't like me back. It was just a silly wi--" You cut Jake off by kissing him on the cheek. His eyes widened and he gave you a puppy look before smiling and pulling you in for a kiss.

"I don't want to sound dramatic, but this is literally the best day of my life," Jake smiled before kissing you on the forehead. "Okay now I really gotta introduce my friends to my girlfriend," he giggled before holding your hand and walking out of the mall.

You and Jake were driving in the car on your way to Jake's apartment. You felt like his passenger princess the way he rested his hand on your thigh for most of the ride. This was your first time coming over to Jake's apartment so you didn't know what to expect.

He finally arrived at this beautiful complex that felt more like a gated neighborhood for spoiled, privileged kids living off of their parent's money. You weren't judging Jake, but the other people you saw hanging around the area looked like a bunch of dumb frat boys and preppy girls. Almost like something you'd see in some hyper-unrealistic college movie.

"I just wanted to let you know that Sunghoon and Jay are also my roommates. So, you'll be seeing a lot of them whenever you come over," Jake said as he parked the car. "Oh, that's fine. I don't mind." You felt Jake's eyes staring at you as you reapplied your cotton candy lipgloss. "What?" you asked, snapping him out of a trance-like state. "Oh, nothing. Sorry. You're just so perfect. I still can't believe you said yes," he stammered before getting out of the car and coming around to open your door.

Jake pulled out a keycard covered in stickers and waved it in front of the electronic lock.

*Beep Beep--Click*

"Guys, there's someone I want you to meet," Jake said as he opened the door. "Who? Your mom?" one of the boys joked as he walked in. "It's probably your mom, Jay. Huh Jake?" Jake laughed as he headed to the kitchen with you tailing behind him. "Hey, do you want something to drink?" "Sure I'll take a water," you said as Jake handed you a cold water bottle from the fridge.

"Alright guys, all jokes aside. This is my girlfriend, Y/N," Jake said as he walked into the living room with his hand around your waist. "Right...are you sure you're his girlfriend or did he pay you to come in here and say that?" the boy you now knew as Jay asked. "Ha ha, very funny Jay. She's actually my girlfriend," Jake responded before you could say anything.

"Well, it's just been a while since you had a girlfriend...and I'm sure you remember Becca right?" the other boy you assumed to be Sunghoon added. "Relax, Hoon. I've moved on from her a long time ago. Plus, Y/N is nothing like my ex," Jake replied nonchalantly.

"Okay well, I'm Sunghoon and this is Jay. We literally live here so if you two decide to have sex at any time while we're home, please either change your mind or keep it down. I'm not really a fan of hearing my best friend railing his girlfriend," Jay snickered before laying down his version of the house rules. "My only request is to clean up after yourselves. I don't mind helping out, but I'm not your maid. Also, be careful walking around the neighborhood at night time, they've got some weird ass people out here."

Mental Note to Self: Sex should either be quiet or done somewhere else, don't make a mess, and don't go out alone at night.

You hung around Jake's apartment for a few hours watching them play the game before you fell asleep on Jake's lap. The feeling of him stroking your head was so relaxing, that it was hard to stay awake. When you finally did wake up it was night time and you were alone with Jake.

"Where'd your friends go?" you asked in a sleepy voice. "They went to go order some food. Pizza. I hope you like that," he chuckled softly. "Yea, pizza is good. As long as there's no pineapple." "What?! No pineapple?! But it's so good." "No way. Pineapple and pizza are definitely not a match made in heaven." "Okay well, what is Miss Pizza Connoisseur?" "Pepperoni. It's a classic." "What if it's pepperoni with pineapple?" "Oh god no. That's even worse," you laughed.

"Have you ever even tried pineapple on pizza?" "No, but it sounds like a crime so it probably is." "Ha! You can't knock it until you try it," Jake smirked. "I'm not putting that in my mouth." "Well, what if I do it," Jake said as he grazed your lips with his thumb. "I-umm," you couldn't believe he was getting you all flustered just by touching your lips. "Here I'll even make it a bet. If you don't like it, then I owe you a fondue date. But, if you do like it then you owe me a surprise date. How's that sound?" You were still speechless from earlier, but you managed to mutter out "Yes," which made Jake laugh.

"Honey! I'm home!" Sunghoon said as he barged in holding two boxes of pizza. You and Jake went to the kitchen to grab a slice of pizza. "Hold on! Before anyone gets any pizza, Y/N is going to try pineapple pizza for the very first time," Jake smiled mischievously as he pulled out a cheesy slice of pineapple and ham pizza. Jake caught the end of the cheesy string with his tongue and bit it off.

"Alright. A deal's a deal. Open up," Jake said as you opened your mouth to take the first bite. It actually wasn't as bad as you'd expected. Though you'd probably never order it for yourself. As you were chewing, Jake tilted your face to the side and licked the corner of your mouth. "There was something on your face," he smirked.

"Damn ladies! Get a room," Sunghoon cringed. Jake just leaned against the countertop and laughed at Sunghoon's remark. "While you two enjoy your pizza, I just wanted to let you know that I picked up a liter of Coke," Jay said as he reached to pull down 4 tall glasses. "Oh, thanks. Do you want some too?" Jake asked. "Yea sure," you chuckled awkwardly.

Jake walked over to grab a glass for you and him, filled it with ice, and poured in the dark, fizzy drink.

"Oh and if you want you can stay here for the night," Jake offered as he passed you your soda. "Ehh, that's alright. I have work in the morning," you sighed before sipping your drink. "I can drive you there. You know I don't mind." "That's sweet Jake, but I got it." "Hmm okay, well just let me know when you're ready for me to take you home."

After eating you joined Jake and his friends in the living room to play a few card games. You were on your fifth round of Uno and you were getting a little sleepy, but you didn't want to bother Jake with driving you home. So you planned to just take an Uber.

*Ring Ring*

You're phone rang in your pocket. It was your manager calling. *What could he want at this hour* you thought to yourself. "Hey, Jake." "Yea?" "My manager's calling me. I'm gonna step out and answer this okay. It shouldn't be too long." "Okay, but don't go too far," Jake said as you headed toward the door.

You walked a good little distance away from the apartment. Specifically, you stood next to Jake's car to answer the call.

"Hey Heeseung. Why are you calling me this late? Is everything okay?" "Yea, everything is fine. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be in tomorrow. I have to go to a doctor's appointment with my mom." "Oh my god. Is she okay?" "Well, she said her chest has been hurting a lot and she's been coughing nonstop. So, I just want to get her checked out." "I hope she's okay." "Yea me too," Heeseung was quiet for a bit before continuing.

"You'll be in charge tomorrow. I need you to cover the whole shift as the manager. If it's too much to handle, just let me know and I'll have someone else cover for me." "No, that's alright. I can handle it." "Thanks, you're the best. I owe you big time." "It's no problem, family's important." "Alright well, that's all I needed to talk to you about. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Hee," you said before ending the call.

"Meow!" you heard an unfamiliar voice catch your attention. "Excuse me?" you scoffed as you saw a frat boy from earlier walking your way. "Hey, beautiful. Wanna swing by my place for a few drinks?" he asked as he looked you up and down. "No thanks. I'd rather drink bleach." "Aww come on. I just wanna play with you, Kitty," he said flicking your shirt up. "Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you!" You spat pushing him away. "Stop playing hard to get. I know how much kitties love milk," this time the boy pressed his body against you, grinding his hard-on against your pussy through your jeans. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME DICKHEAD!!" you shouted as he leaned over to breathe his alcohol-tainted breath into your ear. "Shh baby. Unless you want my friends to come out here and join the party," he proceeded to cover your mouth, pressing your head into the hood of Jake's car. "MMPH!!" you grunted as you tried to push the boy off of you. Tears started to fill your eyes as you felt defeated. The boy struggled to unbutton his jeans while you laid crushed under his body weight. He let out a slight chuckle as you closed your eyes tightly.

You heard a loud smack before feeling the weight of the frat boy fall off of you. Jake had punched him straight in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Sunghoon trailed behind him and stomped on the boy's head and he laid there with his pants halfway down his legs. Jay came out with a wooden baseball bat as Jake turned around to face you.

"Are you okay?" "Yea, yea I'm fine," you said as he pulled you into his chest. "Let's get you inside," he said as he quickly rushed you into the house.

"I'm gonna fucking kill that guy," Jake spat as he paced around the room. He had taken you to his room for the night. "You're staying here. And I'm taking you to work in the morning." Seeing Jake right now you were in no mood to argue on this one. You felt everything but fine at the moment. You were almost raped and if they hadn't heard you...you don't know what else would've happened.

"We kicked his ass real good and the cops got him," Jay said as he walked into Jake's room. "How's she doing?" Sunghoon asked. "She said she's fine, but I know that's not true," Jake sighed in frustration. "I'm sorry, Y/N." "It's not your fault Jake." "What if I didn't get there in time?" "But you did. All of you did and I really appreciate that."

Jake placed a kiss on your forehead before standing up. "If you want to take a shower and wash that asshole off you can put on my clothes," Jake said as he walked toward the door. "Where are you going?" you asked, sitting on his bed. "I need to cool off, before I do something I regret," he said as he pushed through Sunghoon and Jay.

"Don't worry. He'll be alright. But you really should get yourself cleaned up," Sunghoon sighed. "Yea, and I can wash your clothes to have them ready for the morning," Jay added, flashing a comforting smile.

You went to Jake's dresser to pull out a folded vintage band tee. Then a pair of sweatpants and boxers. Yes, wearing Jake’s boxers felt extremely strange, but in your mind it was better than going commando.

You grabbed a towel from the stack of fresh ones under the bathroom counter and started the shower. You almost didn’t even want to go to work tomorrow, but Heeseung needed you. Plus, your bills aren’t waiting for you to get over this little shake up.

After your shower you wrapped your clothes in the towel you used to dry yourself off with. “Umm, Jay,” you asked awkwardly. “Where do I put my clothes?”

“I’ll take them,” he said walking in your direction. “We have a washer in the laundry room. You can go to sleep in Jake’s bed.” “Okay, thanks. Has Jake come back yet?” “Uhh no, but he’ll be back soon. You should get some rest though. You have work in the morning. But if you’re scared to be alone just let me know. I don’t mind staying in there until you fall asleep,” Jay said in a comforting tone. “That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

Jay nodded his head before walking away to the laundry room with your clothes. You really appreciated Jay’s kind gesture, but you didn’t want to send him through anymore unnecessary drama. He was right, you needed to get some rest for work in the morning. Since you’ll be managing for the day you have to get there early.

>>4:15 am Friday:

*Beep Beep*

The alarm on your phone woke you up before the sun. You managed to get about 4 hours of sleep, which was hopefully enough to power you through the day. You had slept so well that you didn't even notice that you were in Jake's bed...wearing his clothes. "Jake?" you called sitting up in the bed only to see him sitting across from you fast asleep at his desk. You quietly tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake him up.

You walked to the bathroom to take care of your hygiene. However, without a toothbrush, mouthwash will have to suffice. You swished the minty liquid around your mouth before spitting it into the sink and washing your face with the white bar of soap that sat on a dish near the sink.

You left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. You scanned the counter for a fruit bowl. "Sorry, I didn't sleep with you last night." "Oh my god! Jake, you scared me," you jumped turning to see the sleepy boy standing on the other side of the counter rubbing his eyes. He was still wearing the clothes from last night.

"I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable...I was going to sleep on the couch, but I wanted to be there if you woke up and needed anything. I'm really sorry, Y/N." "Jake...it's okay. What time did you come in last night?" "Umm, I think it was a little after midnight. I just remember Jay telling me that you had gone to bed not too long ago."

"Did someone call my name?" "Good morning Jay," Jake groaned. "Morning you two. How're you feeling today Y/N? Better?"

"Yea, thanks for everything." "No problem. Oh, and your clothes are on the coffee table," he pointed to the stack of neatly folded clothes that sat on the edge of the coffee table. "Hmm. I didn't even notice them sitting there."

Jay walked to the fridge and pulled out a metal water bottle. "I'm going out for a run. I probably won't see you until after you get off. Well, that is if you come back over," Jay shrugged before walking back to his room to grab a baseball cap.

Jake dropped you off at work at 5:30 am. Heeseung was outside waiting for you to inform you of what to do in case of an emergency and a few other business-related things. "Okay, Hee. I got it. Don't worry. Go take care of your mom," you smiled as Heeseung pouted. "Call me if anything goes wrong okay." "Oookay. I will. Byeee," you giggled as you pushed Heeseung out.

Work was the last place you wanted to be today, but you had to do this for Hee. Plus, work wasn't too bad as long as you didn't have to deal with any...Karens...

"Get your finger out of my face Bitch," you heard a customer shout at a table near the window. *Oh no...here we go again* you thought to yourself.

After dealing with that problem, you prayed that you were done with drama for the day.

"Hey, I think those guys are looking for you," one of your co-workers whispered to you pointing in the direction of the two college-aged boys that just walked in.

"How can I help you, boys?" you asked in your best cheery customer service voice. "Uhh, we'll take two glasses of water." "Okay, anything else?" "No, that's good." You felt obligated to pull out your notepad, but two glasses of water were simple enough to remember. It was still a bit strange to you that two boys come in and order water...at Starbucks. However, you were in no mood to play Nancy Drew. You had about 5 hours left on your shift and this was the last order before you could take another 30-minute break that would most likely be taken up by checking on Heeseung and his mom.

You prepared the two iced glasses of water and placed them on a tray. As you walked back to the main dining area you noticed one of the boys was gone. "Umm, here you go sir," you tried not to seem suspicious, but you couldn't deny the bad vibes this duo radiated.

"Thank you," the other boy surprised you, causing you to bump into the table, knocking the drinks over. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry," you scrambled, grabbing the tissue box from the center of the table using more than half of them to pick up the spill. You slid the cold ice cubes across the table onto the tray you used to carry the glasses. "I'll get you boys another drink." "Take your time," one of them said as you quickly walked off.

You poured them two replacement glasses of water and carried them over to the table. *God that was so embarrassing* you thought to yourself.

You walked outside to take your first break and called to check on Heeseung and his mom. Luckily it was all good news. His mom just had an infection in her lungs that should clear up in a few days.

After your break, you headed back inside to see the boys still sitting where you left them. Most of the ice in their glasses had melted and they'd barely drank more than a few sips. You went over to check on them a few minutes later to see if they needed anything else, but all they said was, "We're just waiting for someone," with the fakest smile you'd ever seen plastered on their face.

It was time for you to close the dining area and shut it down for the night so you went over to tell the boys that they had to leave now. They were the last people to go as you shut off the lights. Most of your night crew stuck around to help you tidy up and left early, as usual.

You decided to walk home. You didn't really want to go back to that neighborhood by Jake...at least not right now.

You left out the back door exit for employees only that led down the trash alley. Turning the corner you saw the same two boys from earlier standing on the corner by a street light. The icky feeling returned almost instantly when you saw them so you decided to walk a different way home.

The sound of footsteps trailing behind you scared you enough, but turning around to see the footsteps came from the two boys made that fear even worse. Out of instinct, you took off running as fast as your feet could carry you. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. The boys caught up to you, one pinned you up in a chokehold while the other pulled out a switchblade.

"You got our boy locked up kitten. I really hope you didn't think we were gonna let you slide did you?" the boy holding the switchblade said as he stepped closer to you driving the tip of his switchblade into your collarbone. You winced at the sharp pain and fought to hold back tears.

The boy who was holding you licked the side of your face, his breath alone was enough to make you queasy. The other boy chuckled at your reaction and cut your cheek in the spot that had been licked. Your scream was muffled by a hand. No way were you just gonna sit here and let yourself be taken advantage of.

You bit down on the boy's hand hard enough to draw blood, causing him to release his grip. You kicked the other boy right between his legs, dropping him to the ground. Immediately you took off running back to the cafe.

You scrambled to quickly unlock the doors and lock yourself in. You didn't hesitate to call Jake and let him know what was going on. "Stay where you are. I'm on my way," Jake said before cutting the call. You could hear the boys pounding on the door and shouting all the horrible things they were gonna do to you once they broke the door down.

The sound of a car screeching diverted their attention. For about 20 minutes, everything was completely silent.

*Knock knock knock*

"It's just me," you heard Jake yell from the other side of the door. Without hesitation, you opened the door and fell into his arms.

This was the second time Jake saved your life. "Where'd those guys go?" you asked as Jake drove you to his house. "I took care of them. Don't worry about it."

Initially, you didn't want to go back to Jake's apartment, but now you didn't want to be alone. Once you arrived at the apartment, you called to tell Heeseung what happened.

"What the fuck? Are you alright?" "Yea, I'm fine now." "Hey, if you want, you can take the week off. Just until everything cools down." "But--" "I'll pay you for your time off. Just think of it as a little vacation okay. And please call me if you ever feel unsafe alright. I don't care what I'm doing, I'll be there for you."

It was comforting to hear those words coming from him. Aside from being your manager Heeseung has been a very reliable friend to you ever since you first met.

"Who was that?" Jake asked. "It was just my manager," you shrugged, tucking your phone away. "What did he want?" "I was just telling him about what happened tonight. He said I can have the week off." "Oh well that's pretty kind of him," Jake said before walking away.

You were very curious about what exactly happened to those two boys that night. Not like you genuinely cared, but nonetheless, you wanted to know.

>>8:47 am, Monday:

You hadn't been back at your apartment in days. Ever since that night, you've been sleeping with Jake because you were too afraid to be alone. What if those guys were still out there? On your way to the kitchen, you walked into the living room to see Sunghoon on the couch sipping a hot cup of coffee while watching the news. "Hey, are these the guys that harassed you the other night?" Sunghoon asked upon meeting your gaze.

You turned to look at the television to see the faces of both boys and came closer to listen.

"The bodies of two college boys, Kenan Lanes, and Parker Ansley, were found this morning with their throats slit in an alley not too far from city park. The cause of death appears to be a loss of blood as well as damage to the brain most likely caused by a devastating blow to the head. We are under the assumption that their death was related to drug and gang violence based off of their previous criminal record."

You felt your stomach turn as you thought of the last time you saw them. *Did Jake do this?* you thought to yourself. *No way. There was no way he was capable of something like this*

Without saying a word you walked back to the room to find Jake still lying in the bed. "Did you kill those boys?" "What are you talking about?" "The boys from that night?" "No, why would you think that?" "Because..." "Because what?" "Nevermind," you couldn't bring yourself to accuse him of something like that.

"But if I did kill them, it would've been because of you. I'd do anything to protect you," He said as you walked away.

After about a couple days, you completely abandoned the idea of Jake doing something like that. Honestly, it felt like everything had returned to normal. You had gone back home, but you still see him almost every day. He had become very protective of you and honestly, the best boyfriend you could ever imagine.

>>2:07pm Thursday:

You and Jake were lying in his bed and out of curiosity you asked about his childhood and...his ex-girlfriend. He explained to you how his dad used to beat him and his mom and that his first relationship ended due to his girlfriend's infidelity. But what made it worse was that the guy she cheated on him with was her ex and every time he'd bring up the fact that she was being unfaithful she'd hit him.

"Hey, guess what I just remembered?" Jake asked as you rested your head on his chest. "What?" "I owe you a fondue date." "Oh, right I had completely forgotten about that." "I think it'll be a good way to take your mind off of things," Jake suggested in an attempt to liven the mood. To be honest, the past few days have been pretty gloomy, but he was right. You were going back to work in three days and some alone time with him would be pretty great.

>>6:50pm Friday:

You and Jake sat on his bedroom floor. "I know this isn't the most romantic setting, but at least we don't have to worry about grossing out my roommates," Jake chuckled as he stirred the hot chocolate with the mini wooden spoon. "Have you ever had fondue before?" He continued.

"Nope, but it seems fairly simple."

"Basically," Jake said, grabbing a metal skewer. "You take a strawberry and put it on the stick," he said, picking up a strawberry and shoving the skewer through it. "After that, you dip it in the chocolate. Be careful, it's hot," he dipped the strawberry, coating it completely with chocolate before blowing in it to cool it down. "There's coconut oil in it. So as it cools, it creates a shell that's the best part," he smiled. "Now open up," he said opening his mouth as he pointed the chocolate-covered berry in your direction.

You bit into the strawberry, causing a little juice to run down the skewer onto his fingers which he sucked off before handing you a stick. "Now you try."

You carefully followed the same steps as Jake and brought the chocolate-coated berry to his mouth. Just like when you bit into it, the juice ran down the skewer onto your fingers. Jake pulled your hand to his lips and sucked the sweet liquid from your fingers. You had no idea how a fondue date could be so sexual.

This process continued for a bit before Jake got creative. He dipped his own finger into the hot chocolate and you sucked it off. You could feel the sexual tension deepening now as the next berry Jake dipped he let some of the hot chocolate drip onto your thigh. He bent down to suck it off, this time leaving a mark behind.

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He pulled your top over your head as he began kissing your neck and breasts. You stroked your fingers through his fluffy dark hair as he pleasured himself between your tits. He then took another berry and dripped more chocolate onto your breasts following the same process as before, sucking and licking the chocolate up. You winced every time the hot chocolate touched your skin but anticipated his lips following after. The sensation of your touch led him to remove his shirt and crawl on top of you.

Jake reached down to tuck his fingers in between your hot wet lips. He inserted two fingers feeling the way your walls pulsated around his fingers as he pushed them in and out. He then took his fingers out and sucked your wetness off. Then he took one of the strawberries and used the tip of it to stimulate your clit. Spreading your lips he watched as your pussy dripped with clear cum which he caught with the strawberry and brought it to his lips.

"You taste better than the fondue," he giggled before leaning in to lap at your pussy. He leaned over to unplug the machine, cover it with a lid, and slide it under his desk. "Here, you try it," he said as he spit on your pussy and mixed your juices with his saliva. He held the strawberry in his mouth as he fed it to you.

Distracted by Jake mouth-feeding you a strawberry, you didn't notice when Jake pulled out his hard throbbing cock until you felt him pushing it through your opening. "Ngh!" you exclaimed at the sudden feeling. His dick was so thick, you could feel it stretching your walls. The pain came with pleasure as he pumped himself inside of you. You two were still exchanging saliva as he tongue fucked your mouth. You couldn't help but grind your hips against his as he pushed his dick deeper into your pussy. You moaned into his mouth causing him to fuck you a little faster.

"Mmm fuck, Jake," you moaned as you felt every inch and every vein coursing through you. You breathlessly moaned his name again, causing him to pound your pussy harder. "Fuck, Baby. I love it when you moan my name." Jake occasionally let out soft little groans which only turned you on more. "You like that?" he asked upon hearing your moans grow louder. "Ugh, fuck! Mhnn, yes," you whined as he continued to thrust himself inside of your throbbing cunt. "Mmm, your moans are so fucking sexy babe," Jake's voice quivered a bit as he said this.

He pushed your thighs back, exposing your pussy to him. You held onto the backs of your knees as he mercilessly pounded your aching pussy. "Ngh! FUCK! Jake, I can't hold it back anymore," you pleaded as you felt your pussy contracting. You arched your back as you felt your climax approaching. "Cum for me baby," Jake groaned in your ear as he fucked you on his bedroom floor. You moaned as you squirted on the floor.

Fortunately for you, Sunghoon and Jay weren't home at the moment. Otherwise, they all would've heard you moaning Jake's name.

Jake lifted you off of the ground. Your legs were still shaking from your orgasm. He walked you to the bathroom and started up the shower for you. You leaned over the bathroom counter to hold yourself up while Jake turned on the water. "Hold on, I'll be right back with some towels okay," Jake said before leaving the bathroom.

You reached between your legs to feel that your pussy was still oozing with cum and the stimulation from your touch made you crave a second round. Though your body was telling you 'no' your mind was saying 'yes.'

Jake returned shortly after with a stack of towels. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up," Jake smiled as he carefully guided you to the shower. He was only wearing sweatpants at the moment. Fortunately, you were able to use the railing and the rim of the tub for support, as your legs were still a bit wobbly.

You sat down and started to wash yourself, but decided to cum at least one more time before cleaning up. Just then you felt a cool wind behind you, it was Jake entering the shower with his rock-hard dick. He immediately saw the way you had your hands tucked between your legs, pleasing yourself. The sight of you sitting in front of him wet, naked, and horny caused his dick to twitch. "Hmm, looks like I'm not the only one in the mood for another round," Jake smiled, stroking his cock.

He approached your face, pulling your hair to tilt your head back as he inserted his dick into your mouth. "Suck it, baby. Suck my dick with those pretty fucking lips," he smirked as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. He groaned as you pulled back to suck on his pink, fleshy tip that leaked pre cum. You maintained eye contact as you spit on his dick and jerked his cock a few times before putting it back in your mouth. "Ugh hmm," he moaned as you shoved his dick deep down your throat, nearly making you gag.

Seeing the way your eyes rolled back when his dick reached your throat, turned him on more. He grabbed your head and held it close while he grinded your face. You felt him repeatedly jamming his cock in your mouth before shoving it deep and holding it there while he moaned in your mouth. "Ngh, baby. I need your pussy," he whined as he pulled his sticky dick from between your lips.

You braced yourself up against the wall as Jake pounded your pussy from behind. You couldn't even speak at this point, you were letting Jake use you as his personal sex doll. You felt the water hit your back as Jake continued to fuck you harder and deeper, gripping your ass, waist, and tits which made him more excited. You heard him groan as he filled you with his hot, sticky load.

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You and Jake finished up in the shower before crashing, completely naked, in his bed.

A few days later, you returned to work and everything was great for the next month.

"Hey, Y/N. Do you wanna hang out today after your shift?" Heeseung asked as you wiped off the counter. "Yea, sure."

It had been a while since you and Heeseung went out for drinks, primarily due to the fact that you had been so busy with Jake and everything. Not that you were complaining, you loved Jake and Jake loved you. But you did miss spending time with Heeseung. So after your shift, you climbed into his car as he drove you to your favorite club.

You and Heeseung bought a couple drinks and caught each other up on what's been going on since you last spoke. You told him about how you'd been doing since the incident and he told about how his mom was feeling much better.

"Okay let's play a game," Heeseung suggested. "What game?" you asked. "Drink or die," he said. "Drink or die? How do you play that?" "Okay so basically, it's like truth or dare. And if you chicken out you have to take a drink. The game ends when one of us finishes our drink," you were already fairly tipsy, but a game didn't seem like a bad idea.

"Hmm, sounds pretty easy," you said as the bartender placed two suicide cocktails in front of you. These were the strongest drinks on the menu which made them perfect for a game like this. "Okay, I'll go first," Heeseung smiled readjusting himself in the chair. "Alright, truth or dare?" "Truth." "Have you ever peed in a pool?" "Starting easy I see. And yes. To be honest, I think everyone has at least once in their lives." "True, true," you nodded.

"Your turn. Truth or dare?" "Hmm...truth." "What's the strangest rumor you've ever heard about yourself?" "Umm, one time back in fifth grade all of the kids used to tease me about a bump on my foot. They said I was growing a third toe because I was some kind of alien." "That's crazy. Okay, my turn," Heeseung chuckled. "Truth or dare?" "Truth...actually dare." "Hmmm let me see," you said scanning the room. "Oh oh, I know. Whisper something dirty to the bartender," you snickered as Heeseung sighed before whistling to get the female bartender's attention. Whatever he said must've been pretty wild because that girl was blushing for the rest of the night.

"Your turn," he grinned mischievously. "What's your biggest sex fantasy?" You didn't hesitate to take a sip from your drink. "Aww come on," he whined. "You just made me do that freaky ass shit so it's only fair we make it even." "Okay, well ask me something else." "Uh uh. You didn't want to tell the truth so now you have to do a dare." "Ugh fine," you groaned, rolling your eyes before taking another sip of the cocktail. "Hey! I didn't even give you the dare yet." "I know, but knowing you I'll probably need it to complete it," he laughed at your remark before telling you to close your eyes which you did obediently.

You felt a set of soft, plush lips meet yours, gently pulling them in. A simple kiss soon joined by a little tongue action. Then you remembered...Jake.

"What the fuck is this!?" you heard a voice that ripped your lips away from Heeseung. "Jake? What are you doing here?" "I was coming to find you! I was supposed to take you home today remember?!"

You had completely forgotten that Jake planned to take you home today.

"Jake. I-" "I don't wanna hear it!" he spat before storming out. "Who was that?" Heeseung asked. "That was my boyfriend," you sighed. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't know." "That's my fault. I didn't tell you," you said grabbing your bag. "Where are you going now?" "To apologize to him," you said, leaving Heeseung behind.

You ran out to catch Jake as he walked to his car. "Jake! Wait!" you called, but he didn't turn around. "Jake!!" you shouted again.

*Honk*

"Y/N!!" Jake yelled out. The loud blaring of a car horn caught your attention as you were nearly hit by an oncoming car. Jake ran to you, grabbing you by the arm as he dragged you to his car. "Get in," he commanded."Jake I--" "No. I don't want to hear a single word about what happened back there. Not until we get home." "Your apartment?" "No...yours," he said sternly, gripping the cold leather of the steering wheel in his hands as he pulled off.

When you finally made it home, Jake waited for you to unlock the door to your room. He sat down at the metal barstool in your small apartment. "I didn't mean for it to go that far, Jake. I swear," you said as Jake dropped his head into his hands. You listened as he let out a deep sigh. "I'd do anything to make you happy. Anything! And this is what I get? You sneaking around with your manager behind my back," he spat. "How would you feel if you caught me at some bar making out with my co-worker?" "I-I would feel betrayed." "And that's exactly how I'm feeling right now. Absolutely, fucking betrayed." "Jake, I'll never do it again. I promise. It was a stupid mistake and I regret it. You're the sweetest guy I've ever known and I don't want to lose you." "Well maybe you'll think of that next time," Jake said as he stood up. "I'm going home. I need some time away from you to cool down." "Oh...okay." "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Jake," you said as you watched the teary-eyed boy leave your apartment.

You fell to the ground and cried after you locked the door. You felt like a piece of you had just been torn away. And that piece was Jake. The boy who walked into your life when you weren't even looking for love. And you know that if Jake hadn't come in there, things would've been a whole lot worse.

Ever since that day, Jake's been a little different. You two were able to move past the Heeseung ordeal, in fact, your 6 month anniversary was just around the corner. For the most part, Jake was the most loveable, reliable, and supportive boy you'd ever known, but on the other hand, he was a whole different person.

Even his best friends Sunghoon and Jay had started to convince you to break up with him, but you couldn't. You felt responsible for creating the two-faced sweetheart.

3 months ago…

You were on your way to Jake’s apartment to go and spend some time with him. However, you were running a little late because you had stopped to pick up some food for the two of you.

“Where the hell were you?” Jake said as he opened the door. Your smile faded as you saw the frustrated look on Jake’s face. “Sorry I’m late, there was just a lot of traffic today. But I went to pick up lunch for you…your favorite.” “Oh yeah? And did you go anywhere else while you were out?” “Well i-“ you were cut off by Jake grabbing a handful of your hair.

“You what?” “Ow! Jake! Please let me go,” you whined nearly dropping the bag of food. “Not until you tell me where else you went. And don’t even think about lying. It’ll only make things worse.” “I went to the library,” you whimpered. “To go meet up with someone huh?” “Yes, but—AHH!!” Jake pulled your hair tighter and brought your face to his. “I had to give Evie my notes from class,” you winced with tears welling in your eyes. Jake loosened his grip, relaxing your body. “She was sick last week and missed the lecture…so she was studying…at the library,” you continued to explain.

Jake caught the tear with his thumb as it ran down your cheek. “I’m sorry. I hate to see you cry,” he pouted, taking the bag from your hands and placing it on the counter. “I love you so much. And the thought of losing you scares the hell out of me,” Jake said as he pulled you in for a hug. “How about we go and enjoy our lunch together,” Jake kissed you on the forehead before walking you to the table.

Jay and Sunghoon came into the apartment not long after you and Jake started eating. "Hey guys," Jay casually waved as he walked to his room. You and Jake both responded by waving back. Sunghoon stayed behind in the kitchen to grab a drink while he played around on his phone. Within a few minutes, Jay was already heading back outside.

Both you and Jake assumed Sunghoon left with Jay so when a notification popped up on your phone from a guy named "Nicholas" Jake went ballistic. You barely had enough time to register the situation before you were smacked in the mouth with your phone. A thin stream of blood peered through the broken skin on your lips.

"What the fuck is this huh?" Jake shouted. "Are you cheating on me?" He continued. "Wh-what are you talking about?" you asked still dazed from the first whack. Jake reached to wrap his hands around your throat right as Sunghoon got up to see what was going on.

"Jake! Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing?" Sunghoon ran over to pull you away from him. "You need to fucking chill out. I-" Sunghoon stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the blood on your lip. "This is none of your business Sunghoon," Jake growled. "I'm not just gonna stand here and let you beat on your girlfriend like your dad beat your mom." Before Jake could respond Sunghoon had already taken you outside.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking at your lip. "Yea...I'm fine," you responded wiping the access with the back of your hand. "How long has this been going on?" "This is the first time he ever reacted this way," you replied looking down at the ground.

"Do you at least know why?" "He's afraid of me cheating on him like his ex." "This is so fucking stupid. He does realize that you're nothing like his ex right?" "Yea, but it's kinda my fault.." you sighed. "How?" "Well, he caught me in a bar one time making out with my manager. And since then, he doesn't fully trust me."

"That still doesn't give him a reason to hit you," Sunghoon shook his head. "I don't care about some one-time incident. Jake isn't a child, he needs to deal with his emotions like an adult. He could seriously hurt you. How do you think that would've gone if I wasn't in there? Huh?"

You rubbed your neck, remembering the way Jake tightly gripped your throat, "I...He would've choked me..." "And probably much worse," Sunghoon added. "I know you love him and I'm sure he loves you, but you can't stick around if he's gonna treat you like this--" "But it was just one time, Sunghoon. He'll never do it again," you didn't hesitate to defend Jake. You truly did believe this would be the last time.

"I hope not. If it happens again, just know I'll be dragging his ass out of the house instead of you," Sunghoon said before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm just walking you to my car."

You followed Sunghoon to his car, climbing into the passenger side.

*Click*

Sunghoon locked the doors. "I just have one question for you, do you want to go back in there or would you rather I take you home?" Sunghoon's question danced around in your mind. You were afraid of what Jake might do to you if he was still angry, but you also didn't want to leave him.

"I want to go back in there with Jake," you answered. "Well, that's your choice, but first we're going to get something to eat," Sunghoon sighed before pulling out his phone. "What are you doing?" "First, I'm texting Jay to meet up with us. Second, I'm telling your crazy ass boyfriend where I'm taking you so he doesn't do anything stupid."

>>Present Day:

As badly as you wanted to believe that was the first and last time Jake would ever hurt you, you knew random outbursts were inevitable. But at least he hadn't done any physical harm to your body...right? You've got into some pretty heated arguments where Jake has broken things around you. Another incident happened when the two of you were arguing about him wanting you to quit your job and move in with him.

Though you wanted to move in with him, you didn't want to quit your job. Sure the customers were annoying sometimes, but you loved that place. You'd been working there for over a year now and it almost felt like a second home. But Jake wasn't trying to hear that. He raised his hand and you closed your eyes tightly, bracing for impact. Instead, the sound of glass shattering caused you to jump.

Jake had thrown a glass bottle to the ground and walked away.

Jay came home just as Jake walked away. He rushed over to help you clean up the mess. "What happened?" Jay asked. "Nothing...It slipped out of my hands," you lied. And thus began a trend of you lying to cover for Jake.

Soon after, you moved in with Jake, while secretly keeping your job. Whenever he'd drive you, you told him to drop you off at a store that was a good little walk away from your real job. Yes, you felt bad for lying, but Jake was already controlling so many aspects of your life. You at least wanted this for yourself.

Nevertheless, you were excited about your date with Jake. He had planned a little weekend vacation at a resort not too far from where you lived. Lucky for you, Jake had calmed down a lot over the last two months so you weren't afraid to be alone with him.

Only one day stood between you and your little rendezvous and the both of you were getting very excited to spend some alone time together. As usual, Jake dropped you off at your fake job before you walked away to your real job. "Good morning, Y/N. What's got you all excited?" Heeseung asked upon seeing the smile on your face. "Me and Jake are going on a date this weekend," you beamed. "Sounds fun," he smiled back. "Well let's hurry up and finish your shift, so you can go home and get ready," he giggled. You immediately pulled your apron over your head and started taking orders.

Jake wanted to surprise you with flowers and chocolate when you finished your shift. So he ran over to a florist and picked up the biggest bouquet available. "What's the special occasion?" the lady asked as she rang him up. "It's for my girlfriend. We're going out this weekend for our anniversary and I want it to be special," he smiled. "Aww, that's so sweet. I wish I had a boyfriend like you," she giggled before handing Jake the bouquet. "Thank you," he smiled. "Wait...give this to her. Girls love plushies," she said, handing him a fluffy bear wearing a blue and green bow. "Oh my gosh. Thank you so much. She'll love this. How much is it?" "Don't worry about it," she waved her hand. "It's on the house. Enjoy your date."

Jake just had one more stop to make before coming over to pick you up. A box of chocolates.

He drove to your fake job with the biggest grin on his face, thinking about how you'd react to his surprise. When he finally arrived, he walked in and waited for you to come out. You supposedly worked as a server at this fancy restaurant. So when Jake didn't see you come out even once, he went to find the manager.

"Excuse me. Where's Y/N?" "Who's Y/N?" "She's one of your servers. Here's a picture of her," Jake said pulling out his phone to show the manager a picture of you. "I'm very sorry young man, but I've never seen that girl in my life. And her name is nowhere to be found on the roster. I believe you may have the wrong establishment," the elderly man said adjusting his glasses. "Maybe you're right," Jake chuckled. "Sorry for bothering you. Thank you for all of your help," Jake flashed a fake smile before walking off to a corner to call you.

You didn't answer the first call because you were in the middle of taking an order, but Jake didn't know. So he tried again. One of the servers saw the distressed look on his face. "Hey, who'd you say you were looking for again?" the waiter asked. Jake pulled up your picture and told him your name. "She's my girlfriend and I'm just really worried about her right now," Jake said rubbing his forehead. "Ohhh, I know her. Well, I know her face. She works not too far from here. At the Starbucks down the street. She's a cashier so she'll be in the front. Actually, I saw her there this morning. She's probably still there," the waiter said before walking off. "Ahh, thanks, man. Here's 50 for your time," Jake said handing the waiter a $50 bill. "Woah! I mean, you're welcome," he said holding up the bill to see if it was real.

Jake drove down the street to see you taking orders at the register before turning around to signal for someone to take your place.

*Ring Ring*

Jake's phone rang. He picked it up to see you calling. "Hello?" he answered. "Is everything okay?" you asked. "Yea, sorry. I butt-dialed and tried to call you back to let you know," Jake chuckled. "Oh okay. Well, I have to get back to work. My shift is almost over." "Alright, I'll be over in a bit to pick you up." "Okay, love you." "Love you too," he said before ending the call.

Jake pulled into a parking spot and waited for you to get off of work. He watched as you walked down the street and stood in front of the building to your fake job.

After waiting a few minutes, Jake drove around the block to pick you up. You climbed into the car to see Jake smiling with a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and a cute plush teddy. "Aww, Jake. What's all this?" "I wanted to surprise you at work," he said before pulling off. "Thank you so much, Jake. This is beautiful," you smiled before placing a kiss on his cheek. You went on to tell him about your day at work as he drove you back to his apartment.

You were completely unaware that Jake found out you had been lying to him for the past few months about where you worked and he was very upset. This weekend of romance may have just turned into a trap for you. You were going out of town to a secluded area alone with Jake. There will be no Jay or Sunghoon to protect you from the monster Jake could be.

And the worst part was that you didn't even know you were walking to your own doom...

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Abortion - Part 4 (A!Ghost x O!Soap)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

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In today chapter we have, Angst and a little bit of Hurt no confort.

CW: Implied abortion

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The thud of Soap's feet against the marble floor echoed through the corridors of the clinic, one of his hands tightly squeezing his thigh and the other squeezing Gaz's hand. The two of them had been waiting for about fifteen minutes, and Soap was afraid that if he waited any longer, breakfast would spill out of his mouth.

Finally, after two minutes, a nurse called out to them, she was similar to Gaz, only with longer hair and a little shorter, she had a sweet smile, and as Soap imagined, Gaz introduced her as his sister, he spoke her name but Soap couldn't pay attention as he was immersed in his nervous thoughts.

However, a sweet scent of grape and dahlia gradually calmed him down, and soon Soap realised that it was Gaz's sister. An omega just like him. She gave him a smile and then went on her way, leading him into the consulting room while Gaz waited outside.

After sitting down in one of the room's cool leather chairs, he looked directly at Gaz's sister, who sat opposite him behind a desk full of papers, pens and a laptop. After opening something on the laptop, she turned to Soap and then asked. "Very well, Mr Mactavish, could you tell me your reasons for seeking my assistance?"

With a deep breath, Soap clasps his hands together and begins to explain. "In my last heat, I shared with my... partner, and I don't remember us using a condom. After a couple of weeks I started to feel sick, but when I noticed some of my symptoms I decided to take my doubts into my own hands, I took three pregnancy tests and they were all positive."

"Hm, I see, and your partner, how did he react to the news?" She made a face as if she already knew the outcome of the question.

Soap swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at the doctor. "He... didn't react well after I told him, he pushed me aside and has been ignoring me and running away from me, and I," he chokes and sobs, remembering the little growls every time he got close to Ghost. "I can't take it anymore."

The doctor looks at him expectantly and sadly. "He said this child wasn't his, and to go back to the guy I slept with behind his back, but I never cheated on him! I love him, and I'm not a cheater! But he wouldn't listen to me!" He sobs harder, fingers trembling and tingling.

She writes something down on her laptop for a moment, letting Soap compose himself before continuing. "I understand how you must be feeling, and I'm sorry about that, I imagine you'd never cheat on him, my little brother says how devoted you are. Really admirable. But why did you decide to come and try to carry out this operation?"

Soap puts his hand over his eyes, squeezing them with his palm, then lowers them to his mouth. "I don't want... this child to grow up in a home where there's only me, my mum went through that with me and I know how hard it was for her to raise a child on her own."

He remembers the nights his mum came home tired and collapsed on the sofa, how as a teenager Soap did everything for her at home to take a burden off her back, hearing her cry and beg relatives to lend her money when the bills got high.

The way she held him back when Soap presented himself as Omega, worrying that he would go through the same thing as her. And damn, she was right about that.

"And besides, I don't want to retire from the army just yet, I don't have any other qualifications to work outside the army, nor one... someone to help with everything." Soap leans back in his chair, sniffling and crossing his arms, trying to hold himself together even though he's slowly falling apart.

"Right, your motives are understandable, thank you for your candour." She searches through the papers on the table until she finds one in particular. "Now, I'm going to need you to listen carefully" She read a few lines before continuing. "There are some post-operative risks that could affect you in the future."

This made Soap's heart squeeze and his hand grip tighter against his shoulder. "Like what, Doc?" Soap asked, breathing shakily.

"Omegas that have an abortion tend to have their fertility lowered by 55%, meaning that you'd have problems getting pregnant in the future, your heats would be unbalanced and you wouldn't have a proper cycle, and since you're not mated to anyone, your glands would be affected, causing your scent to fail."

This could affect Soap greatly if he decides to have a baby in the future, but not removing this... 'thing' will make him connect with Simon forever. Is it worth going through that pain?

After two minutes of silence, Soap finds his voice again. "What are the methods for the operation?"

The doctor doesn't comment at all on the subject of the risks that Soap has ignored or on the smell of stress in the room. "There are two methods, one medical and one surgical. The medical one, we provide pills so that the abortion happens naturally in a few hours, and we also have the surgical one, in which you would be sedated while we surgically remove the foetus."

"By any chance... in the surgical method I would be unconscious while you...?"

The doctor nods. "Usually that's what we do, often the process can be traumatic with the pill." She turns to her laptop and types something in. "We can do an ultrasound to see how many weeks pregnant you are, in case that relieves anything."

Unconsciously Soap nods, he wants to get a glimpse of what his family might have been like.

After they left the room, Soap spotted Gaz waiting outside and asked him to accompany him while he did the ultrasound.

After the machine was set up and the gel applied, the doctor began to search, and in a few minutes Soap finally saw his little pup on the screen, as small as an apple, his hand squeezing Gaz's tightly, making the man tremble, but hold on tightly, showing that he was there for Soap.

Seven weeks. Seven weeks is how long Soap had been connected to this little thing, four of which he had practically been left to fend for himself by the person he loved more than life itself.

In Soap's mind, he begged and pleaded for forgiveness for his little boy who would never see the light of the sun or the blue of the sky, forgiveness for the love Soap couldn't give him, for his shitty father who abandoned him. 

Soap didn't realise when Gaz started hugging him as he shook hard and tears flowed out, choking on sobs and snot, staining his best friend's shoulder.

At the end of the day, Soap left with a signed form and an appointment for the operation.

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I've had to do a lot of research on the subject in order to maintain coherence, I'm not a doctor, so if I've made a mistake feel free to correct me.

One more thing, in situations like these, the doctor who is treating you will recommend a professional psychologist to help you before any decision is made, if the patient wishes. You can also withdraw from the operation if you want to, even if you've signed the papers.

Stay safe, and wait for the next part, which will be about Ghost.

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Unwanted: Chapter 7, Unburdened - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, brutal honesty, mentions of some sexy stuff, but no actual sex-on-page, mention of m masturbation,

Word Count: 3k

Previously On...: Bucky spent the entire evening at Jade Carthage's side, and when he calls her "doll," you had enough and stormed off. The two of you have the very first argument of your friendship, and now Bucky says you need to talk...

A/N: I had a very shitty and emotionally draining evening yesterday, so I didn't get any writing done, unfortunately. But I need to make myself feel better somehow, so let's post Chapter 7! I think many of you will agree with me when I say "Fucking finally!" to what transpires here! Alas, though, there are plenty of emotional ups and downs still to come, because that's just life, isn't it?

Also, I finally watched Lisa Frankenstein to cheer myself up last night. What a delightfully messed up, fun, campy romp that was! Highly recommend if you haven't already!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

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The silence in your room felt deafening as you closed the door behind Bucky. For the very first time in your friendship, it felt awkward having him in your space, and you could tell he felt it, too. You crossed over to your sitting area and sat in one of your arm chairs, curling up into yourself. Bucky sat in the chair opposite you, leaning his elbows on his thighs to support his weight. The two of you just stared into space for a long moment, avoiding the other's gaze.

"You wanted to talk," you said eventually, "so talk."

Bucky looked up to meet your eyes, and you could see the sadness and defeat in them. "I'm sorry, Pocket. You're right, I've been an ass all night. I didn't do it with the intention to hurt you, but I hurt you anyway because I wasn't thinking about how my actions would affect you, and that's almost worse. I'm sorry."

You exhaled and looked away from him, afraid that if you held his gaze for too long, you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that would certainly come. "Listen, Buck," you said, swallowing hard, "if you're interested in pursuing something with Jade, that's... well, it's your life, you're free to date whoever you want. We never put any labels or rules on whatever this thing between us is, so I know I don't have any right to be jealous, but watching you flirt so openly with her right in front of me, like I didn't even exist? I can't begin to explain to you how worthless and small that made me feel. So, if you think you want to try for something with her, you have to let me know so I can try to move on, because I can't sit around and watch it happen. It's too painful."

When you looked back over at him, Bucky had gotten up and was now kneeling on the floor in front of you, practically beaming as he took you in.

"Why are you smiling like a lunatic?" you asked, an edge of concern in your voice. "You're creeping me out."

"Pocket," he murmured, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. For a moment, you considered pulling away, but the feel of his lips on your skin was such a comfort, you stayed still. "My absolute one and only doll, you've got it all wrong. I let you get the wrong idea and stew with it and I am so, so sorry."

You did pull away at that. "What are you talking about? How do I have the wrong idea?"

Bucky leaned back until he was resting on his heels. "I am interested in Jade, that's true." He took your hands in his as you felt your heart drop into your stomach. "But not in the way you think." He brought your hands to his lips and began placing kisses across your knuckles. "Doll, there's only been one girl I've been interested in pursuing something with in the last seventy-five years, and I'm sitting across from her right now."

You shook your head, sure you had misheard him. "I don't understand."

He chuckled and looked up at you through his lashes, the sight so beautiful, your breath caught in your chest. "Pocket, I have been crazy about you since the moment you made that god-awful 'unarmed' joke. At first I thought a girl as pretty as you, as smart as you, as good as you, you'd never give a guy like me, even without my history, a second look, and I'd be content to just watch you from the sidelines, you know? Watch you be beautiful and bright and I'd be happy my world was a better place just because you were in it.

"But you went outta your way to be nice to me. You talked Tolkien with me, you wanted to spend time with me, you wanted to be my friend, and I thought 'This is already more than you deserve, it's more than enough.' Then, when I had my nightmare, you didn't run away. You stayed. You stayed, and you understood, you let me hold you, and I-I was a goner for you. And that night...," he groaned at the memory, "God, that night you kissed me back, and you let me touch you, in all the ways I dreamed of touching you, all the ways I'd imagined touching you while I fucked my fist for practically a year, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to give you up after that.

"You'd told me about your past, how you were scared of relationships but, sweetheart, I was so greedy, I'd take any part of you you were willing to give me, your friendship, your body, even if it wasn't ever gonna be your heart. I'd take any crumb you offered me, and I'd be grateful for it."

You blinked your eyes repeatedly, dazed by his confession and unable to articulate words. Bucky's face fell as your silence stretched on.

"You don't feel the same way," he said, voice low as he stood up. "I'm sorry-- I-I shouldn't have dumped all of that on you. I'll go--." He turned and made steps toward your door, but you jumped up, reaching out to grab his arm.

"Bucky, wait," you turned him back to face you and brought your lips crashing to his with such intensity that he stumbled backwards a few steps before wrapping his arms around you to kiss you back.

"I love you," you gasped when you broke apart for air, breathing out a laugh when his eyes widened comically in shock. "I'm so fucking in love with you that it terrifies me, because it's an entirely brand new experience and I don't know how to do it. I'm so worried that I'm going to fuck it up and scare you away, or that you're gonna realize I'm not worth it and I don't even know how to live without you anymore."

Bucky held your face between his hands. "Are you serious right now?" he asked, eyes searching yours for any trace of deception. "You're not fucking with me?"

You shook your head emphatically, bringing your hands up to cover his. "No, no, I'm completely serious. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." You laughed; the more you said the words, the more you realized how entirely true they were. "I love you and I've been so insanely jealous all night because I thought you were interested in her."

Bucky looked down at you with the brightest smile, like the sun shining after a storm, before pulling you toward him so he could kiss you again. You hadn't even realized you'd started to cry until, after Bucky had pulled away, he was brushing the tears from your cheeks.

"I love you, Pocket," he whispered as he began peppering kisses across your face. "I love you and I'm so sorry for everything I did tonight that would make you doubt that you're the most important person in my life and the best thing to ever happen to me."

The reminder of his earlier actions drew you out of the emotional haze his declaration had put you in. "Wait," you said, pulling back and putting some distance between the two of you, "if you've been in love with me this whole time, how come you've been weird about Jade ever since you saw her profile in those folders Tony gave us?" Bucky ran a hand down his face and sighed. Taking your hand, he led you back to the armchair you'd previously vacated and sat, pulling you down to sit on his lap and wrapping his arms around you.

"I told you that I am interested in Jade," he began, but when he felt you tense beneath him, he quickly continued, "but I'm not interested in dating her, or sleeping with her. You're the only girl who's got my attention in those departments." He paused to nuzzle at the junction of your neck and shoulder and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.

"Go on," you gently urged him.

"I'm interested in getting to know Jade, in talking to her, because she's... well, she's like me, you know? She's got the serum, and I don't know anyone else who's got it that's still alive."

You put a finger on his chin, tilting his face up to meet yours. "But, Steve," you said, somewhat confused, "he's got the serum, too, and you talk to him all the time."

Bucky sighed and shook his head. "Steve's got Erskine's serum," he told you. "The one made by the U.S. Government. The one that they-- that Hydra-- used on me, it was similar, but not the same."

"It's the same one that was used on Jade," you said, understanding dawning on you.

Bucky nodded. "Not exact, but what's running through her veins evolved from what's runnin' through mine. And they never put her through cryo, she's never been wiped. She was conscious through everything they put her through, all the experiments, the tests... I was excited to think that there was someone I could talk to about it, who understood. Someone who could maybe help me fill in some of the blanks I still have. Answer the questions I've been too ashamed to ask Steve."

"Oh, Buck," you hummed, running your nails gently across his scalp, "Baby, why didn't you ever say anything?"

He arched into your touch. "Because you've already had to put up with enough of my shit," he said. "I didn't want to burden you with any more of it."

You stopped your scratching ministrations and looked at him. "Now listen here, Barnes," you began, your tone serious, "the last thing you could ever be to me is a burden. I have never met anyone who was funnier, kinder, braver, more selfless or caring than you. You're a fucking gift, Bucky. One that I am endlessly grateful for, everyday."

Bucky groaned. "Pocket, you can't just say things like that while you're sitting on my lap. I try to be a gentleman, but I've got my limits."

You laughed and leaned into him, resting your head against him. You picked up his right hand and began tracing his fingers with your own.

"If me talkin' to Jade makes you any kind of uncomfortable, doll, I promise I'll never speak to, or even look at, her again." He caught your eye and you could see the seriousness of his statement in them. You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'm never going to tell you who you can't be friends with, Buck," you told him with a sigh. "I admit that I don't love the idea of you spending one-on-one time with her alone or anything, but I'm also not going to stand in the way of you getting answers you need about your past. But you tell me the second she tries something," you warned. "Super soldier or not, she comes for my man, I'm gonna kick her fucking ass."

"You've got nothin' to worry about, darlin'. I told you, in seventy-five years, it's only been you. Seventy-five years more, it's still always only ever be you." His words made your heart swell in your chest and you leaned in to kiss him again. "Mm, but say that again," he told you.

"The part where I'm gonna kick her ass?" you asked with a smirk.

"No," he said, nipping at the sensitive skin at the pulse point on your neck, "the part where you called me your man."

You shifted so you could wrap your arms around his neck, toying with the soft hairs at the nape. You leaned in close so you could whisper in his ear: "You're my man, Bucky Barnes." A full shiver went through Bucky's body at your words and you relished in the effect you had over him. He ran his vibranium hand up under the back of your shirt, tracing gentle circles on the skin of your lower back.

"And you're always gonna be my girl, Pocket." His flesh hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, the motion, combined with his words, so tender your breath hitched.

Something seemed to shift in that moment, the air growing thick and heady between you, as if you were both just realizing the new depth of your relationship for the first time.

"Bucky," you breathed, voice barely a whisper, eyes pleading.

He nodded and, placing one hand at the small of your back and the other under your knees and scooping you up as he stood. With the utmost care, he laid you down on the mattress of your bed and rested his body over yours, careful not to put too much of his weight on top of you.

"This feels different," he said as brushed your hair away from your face.

"Good different or bad different?" you asked, bringing your hands up to cup his face, the stubble scratching your palms.

"The very best different." He leaned down, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was unlike any you'd shared before-- sweeter, more languid, as though you'd been forced to rush every previous kiss and you were both finally allowed to take your time. Bucky tasted like smoked whiskey as his tongue made leisurely sweeps across your mouth, eliciting a moan from you when he sucked on your bottom lip.

You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs as you kissed, Bucky's flesh hand roaming up the soft skin of your side. He shifted, pressing more of his weight against you, as if he were desperate to be closer, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your thigh.

You rocked your hips up against his pelvis, drawing a guttural moan from Bucky's throat. He pulled back, drawing himself up on his haunches. His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, teasing the edges as he looked up at you, silently asking you for permission. You nodded, sitting up and raising your hands over your head so he could slide your shirt off. As soon as it was free of your arms, Bucky tossed it aside and brought his lips to your shoulder, kissing his way across your collarbone.

Reaching down, you grabbed the hem of his Henley, slowly rolling it up over his abdomen, placing soft kisses on the hard lines of muscles it revealed. Once you'd fully divested him of his shirt, you let your hands roam the broad expanse of his chest, your lips and tongue trailing open-mouthed kisses across the raised pink scars at his mangled shoulder.

"You don't have to," he said, subtly pulling his shoulder back.

"Shush." You pulled him closer, continuing to kiss his puckered flesh. "I love every inch of you, Bucky. You're beautiful."

He pulled away from you, blue eyes boring into yours like he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him.

"How are you even real?" he asked, bringing your lips to his once again, his kisses growing more desperate. "I swear to God, Pocket, 'm gonna take you out, date you so fuckin' hard. Be the best goddamned boyfriend you've ever had."

He wanted to be your boyfriend. Not long ago, those words might have terrified you, but now, with the emotions you'd finally both let yourselves express, they thrilled you.

"You gonna take me to brunch, Barnes?" you teased, nipping at his skin as you rolled your hips up into his, your words coming out in gasps between the mewls of pleasure he was drawing from you. "We goin' to the farmer's market? Fuck--- Spend weekends at bed-n-breakfasts in Vermont?"

Bucky growled as he ground his hips down into yours, the length of his erection pressing down against your clothed clit and making you moan. "Sweetheart, I'll do anything you want. You wanna ride around the city on one of those tandem bicycles?" A dragging of his hips that had you arching your back. "I'm here for it. You wanna share a bowl of spaghetti like those dogs in that movie? I'm your man."

"Baby, I would never make you get on a tandem bike," you gasped, faux scandalized at the suggestion. "A swan paddle boat, maybe, but never a tandem bike. I respect you too much for that."

Bucky laughed as he buried into the crook of your neck. "I'd do it for you, anyway."

"That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me," you told him with a smile.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, licking a stripe along the side of your neck that had you shivering, "We gotta fix that. I'm gonna romance the absolute shit out of you." He moved his mouth, placing kisses down your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach. You bit your lip as his hands reached the waistband of your pants, his eyes looking up to meet yours as he slowly, so agonizingly slowly, began unbuttoning them.

"Ms. (Y/L/N), Sgt. Barnes," FRIDAY's voice echoed across the room. Bucky groaned and dropped his head on your pelvis at the interruption. "Mr. Stark requests your immediate return to the common room."

It was your turn to groan now as you threw your head back onto the pillow. "How much trouble do you think we'll be in if we just ignore it?" you asked him, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled as he leaned over to pick up your discarded shirts from the floor. "We don't go, he's libel to come barging in, and I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on Stark getting a load of my bare ass as I'm plowing balls-deep into his favorite little protégé," he said, winking at you as he pulled his Henley back over his head.

"Ew," you laughed, "everyone knows Parker's Tony's favorite little protégé these days. Thank you for that mental image."

Bucky shot you a sardonic look. "Arms, smartass," he said, indicating for you to lift your arms above your head so he could put your shirt back on you. "You got some mouth on you. I ever tell you how much I love it?"

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this goes out to all my migraine babies out there

"I take it you didn't use the medicine when you were supposed to," Soap said as you stumbled into the kitchen, crooked sunglasses sitting on your nose and a large water bottle placed in your sweaty hands.

You were in too much pain to even talk, but there was always room for sarcasm. "What gave it away?" You taunted back, restlessly pulling a chair out from under one of the tables and cringing as the metal screeched across the floor, hurting your already sore eardrums even more.

"You've got to take it at some point, that stuff was bloody expensive."

Price was in the middle of a sports section in his week-old newspaper when he decided it was a good time to rile you up even more. He didn't even have to look up to know that your eyebrows were furrowing so hard they were bound to fall off.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of your ice-cold water before speaking, "Yeah well, I just don't like shots. And that needle is huge, mind you. I'll be fine, I'm sure there'll be a worse one in the future." Price and Soap continued to grunt, along with Gaz as he clicked his tongue at your comment and continued to scroll on his phone.

Ghost walked in a few minutes later and he noticed two things upon entry: your head being on the table, and the epi-pen looking drug sticking out from your bag. He was stealthy without trying, and even though everyone else noticed when he arrived, you didn't.

He knew exactly what was happening, and he was tired of all your excuses, so Ghost did what he did best.

A sneak attack.

He signaled to the rest of the guys what he was about to do and didn't start until he received nods of confirmation. Everyone was on the same page. A few more steps, and Ghost was right behind the chair you were sitting in, sleeping in. He grabbed the injection as Price and Gaz slowly stood up and started walking towards you. Soap took the long way after taking a huge gulp of coffee and making his way to the corner behind Ghost, in case you tried to run.

With the medicine in hand, Ghost got down on his knees to the side of you, so he was on your level. One of his hands moved carefully to rest on the small of your back, and the other on your thigh. As you started to stir awake from the contact, that's when he made his main move.

"Now!" Soap shouted from behind the two of you, and Ghost abruptly grabbed your hips and pulled you on top of his lap to where he was sitting on the marble floor. You finally woke up as you fell on top of him. "Wait, wait wait wait no-" You tried to counter, but it was no use. With one hand, Ghost grabbed both of yours and pulled them behind your back so you couldn't fight back. At the same time, he snapped his fingers and signaled to Gaz to pull up your shorts leg and hold your thigh.

It seemed like only a few seconds to them, but years for you. You tried to not make noises, afraid that Ghost and the others would end up teasing you for the rest of your life. Once he uncapped the pen, he tightened his grip on both of your hands and injected the medicine right in the middle of where Gaz was holding your skin, a perfect bullseye.

A few tears ended up slipping out down your cheeks, just a few, and they dried up for the most part after you felt Ghost's hand squeeze your thigh, "Good girl, you got it," he whispered as he stood up, helping you as well.

His hand rested on your back as he guided you to a chair and placed a band aid on your fresh puncture. "All better."

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My own pet

My first try at yandere, I hope it's decent, but I had a lot of fun writing this as a warning I'd but kidnapping and a bit of violence in here if I missed something please let me know but I think it's mild yandere in general.

"So that's how mortals treat their hero of baldrus gate?"

Raphael snickers as he walks around your little home on the outskirt.

Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention back to the paper in front of you, hoping that he'd stop mocking you about every little thing that doesn't come from him.

"Please leave me alone, Raphael. I'm content with what I have." You say annoyed.

But Raphael wouldn't be the devil you know if he'd just leave you alone.

Even before defeading the elder brain, his constant unannounced visits and scolding, pushed you to ultimately sign his contract.

Humming, he walks up behind you, putting his warm hands on your shoulders. His thumbs draw little circles, immediately soothing your tense muscles.

"Those peasants don't know your value. They shoved you in this claustopic place, forcing you to even work for them. Have they no shame?"

His hands suddenly hardend their grip and you fear that he might actually hurt you.

"But me, little mouse," his hands relax as one of them slide up to your jaw, and the other one wraps around your throat, forcing you to look up at him, "I'd treat you like the most priced treasure I own."

It's not the first time, the devil proclaimed that he'd like to have you as his little trophy by his side while he rules over the nine hells.

You can't help but feel hypnotic by his rich voice. Promising you a life with no hard work, a life where he'd give you everything you desired, a life where you could devote yourself to all of your hobbies which he would support and the only thing you need to do is be his little pet.

But there's a little voice in the back of your head, warning you not to get close to him. He is a devil. Even if he wants to be good, he'll hurt you one way or another, and these days, he's been visiting you more often, trying to make you ultimately submit to him.

Swallowing, you put your hands on his, squeezing them as you try to form a complete sentence but to no avail.

He lets go of you, steps back and turns your chair around so abruptly that you let out a little squeak to which he chuckles, obviously enjoying it.

You frown at him, gripping your armchair to steady yourself, the papers scattered on the floor.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't need you, and I never will. I'm happy with my life now." You don't want to give him the satisfaction, so you try to stay calm.

Raphaels expression is challenging and sly, he steps between your legs to look down on you which makes him seem so much larger than he actually is, even in his human form.

Putting both of his hands on your cheeks as he bends down towards your face, "Why don´t you come in my house of hope? I can give you everything you desire. What more must I offer for you to be by my side?" he whispers against your face, his eyes stare directly into yours.

Even though you defeaded the elder brain, broke the shadow curse and fought against the three chosen ones, you don´t doubt that Raphael wouldn´t be able to kill or even torture you, especially with the crown in his hands.

Again, you find yourself unable to form a proper sentence to which you try to squirm out of his grasp, afraid that he´ll lock you up just like he did with Hope.

From all the letters you've read in his house you can assume that she was in the same position as you are right now.

Your breath goes uncontrolled and you feel panic spreading inside your body, you´re suddenly aware that you´re all alone, no friends, no weapons and no armor.

You liked your time alone as you are more of an introvert, but you failed to sense the vulnerability that comes with it.

His borad shoulders blocking the view behind him, making it impossible to think of an escape plan.

The devil in disgues seems to notice your fear, and he can´t help but fuel it by showing his true form, chuckling as you try to push him away.

"GO AWAY!" You scream and try to scratch his face. He shoves you away when you manage to cut his cheek, and you knock over with the chair and hit your head hard.

Even though you feel dizzy, you try to get away from him and crawl away from him as your body is sent into a flight or fight mode.

As you reach the window, you hear a scoff and feel Raphael yanking you away from the door towards him by your ankle.

He pulls you under him, keeping you pinned against the floor while you scream for help, regretting the choice of rejecting Wyll's offer to stay with him and help him around the gate.

A hand stiffles your noise, and fat ugly tears roll down your cheeks and his hand. You're kicking and hitting, only hurting yourself against the hard wooden floor.

Raphael is tsking at your behavious, "How pathetic you are, I guess I can understand why they shoved you here in this hole, all alone with no one on your side" his hand on your back presses you down as if he wants to break your spine in half, his tail holding your legs together.

The warmth is unbearable and it feels like his hands are burning your skin. He snaps his fingers and suddenly you find yourself in his house of hope.

Finding yourself in an unfamiliar room, and as he lets go of you, he walks up the stairs to his throne. You turn around and sit up to see him up there with his legs spread, looking down on you "Don´t worry now, I´ll take care of you, and make sure that you're safe." he flashes you a wide grin.

You clutch at your shirt, trying to think of a way to inform your friends or a way to escape, but before you could even calm down, there are three debtors coming your way.

Immediately you try to run away but two tackle you down as you try to fight them off and you even manage to knock one out but it´s been too long since you´ve been doing anything physically and it shows because the other one holds your hands behind your back as the third one puts a collar around your neck.

Raphael´s laugh booms through his throne hall as the one carries you back only to throw you in front of the devil´s booted feet.

"If I were you, I wouldn´t try to leave this house or try to take it off. It´ll only hurt, little mouse." his voice sickly sweet.

Propping yourself on your fours, not accepting the fact that he would do something like this to you. But the second you try to remove the collar an unbearbale pain shoots through your body, as if thousand of nails are being pierced through your body and you can´t help but let a high-pitched scream out.

But the adrenaline in your body allows you to try again even if the pain is unbearable. He sits there relishing in your screams and counts the seconds when you will give up.

You fall to your side, letting your tears fall on the floor. Raphael shifts his head to the side, expecting more defiance from you, a bit disappointed that you gave up this fast.

You only stop because you feel yourself slipping out of consciousness. Looking up at the tall ceiling, you try to stay awake as your body tries to cope with the pain while you taste your own blood on your tongue.

Raphael allows you a moment to ground yourself again, even though he enjoys your suffering he doesn´t want you to kill yourself so quickly.

"Come here, pet," he orders after some time as he pets his thigh, signalling you that he wants you on his lap, and to his wonder, you still have the guts to deny him by turning your head away from him.

Suddenly, he pulls on an invisible leash and yanks your lying body towards him, and before your head hits the stairs, you lift yourself up on your fours.

He stops and raises his eyebrows questioningly, and you have to bite down on your tongue and swallow your pride as you slowly make your way to his lap.

As you lower yourself on his lap, he brings out a tissue to wipe your face clean, and you let him, too exhausted to fight the pain again.

He doesn´t recognize you. You who once stood tall and fought all sorts of monsters are now shaking and sobbing in this frail body. The thought making him smile because it was all his doing.

He puts his arm around your waist as he guides your head to rest on his shoulder. "I think you´ve punished yourself enough for scratching my cheek, dont you think?" You don´t answer. Instead, you try to grasp the fact that Raphael managed to trap you like this while catching your breath.

"There, there," he pets your head, "it´s OK now, I´ve got you," he coos in this sweet voice of his, "I´ll take care of you, little mouse" his wing comes over to cover you like a blanket.

You can´t help the way his warmth makes you sleepy and sluggish in his arms, and as your eyes close, you hear him promising to keep you for eternity.

[theamberfist]

Leave it All on the Dance Floor! Part 2 | Alastor x Overlord! Reader

Platonic! Alastor + Best Friend! Reader who's also an overlord.

Description: After having his coat ripped, Alastor enlists the help of his best friend and tailor.

(Notes: CW Alastor, mentions of cannibalism) (Part 2/5 of Leave it All on the Dance Floor!)

Words: 2508

Part 1

"That new fabric order you wanted just got in, boss!" Joan chirped as she entered your work room; a clipboard in hand. Hearing that made you smile and you looked up from where you'd been drawing out concepts for some new clothes.

"Wonderful!" You exclaimed, "I know you know where to store it for now. I'll get to work on adding that to the new line later." Joan nodded as she crossed the item off her well-organized list. "And how are the newbies doing down there?" You asked, referring to the recently-hired demons currently being trained to work the boutique while you focused on designing. 

You'd hoped they wouldn't end up causing much trouble when you took them in; needing the extra employees, but Joan's expression immediately made you lower your hopes. 

"They're...Working on it." She replied finally, "But don't worry; I've been dealing with all the customer complaints the way you told me to. We'll get those sinners up to par soon enough, and then you'll be back to having the most well-run boutique in hell!" 

At that, you sighed. You were just glad to have Joan to deal with them so you wouldn't have to; after all, you'd been very busy lately. 

"Are you still designing the new line?" the feline asked with a hint of concern in her voice. You'd been working on it for the last week almost nonstop, and you knew she was probably a little worried about you. Still, she knew better than to comment about it openly. 

"Yes," you replied, setting the drawings on your desk now, "But I should have some solid concepts soon." Joan was still frowning but you ignored her worry as you leaned back in your chair and stretched. You'd been at this all day so you had to admit; it might be a good time to take a short break. 

"I'm sure these new designs will be even more lovely than your last ones," you assistant finally spoke as she took another step forward, "But...Uh, there's one other item that could use your attention right now." At that, you raised an eyebrow. 

"Oh? What is it?" You asked. Based on her nervous expression, you weren't sure you wanted to hear the answer. 

She drew in a breath before glancing back down at her clipboard. "We have a client here who requires repairs on some of their clothes." 

"I thought I said I wasn't going to be taking any clients this week?" You replied now, crossing your arms, "Can't one of the apprentices handle it?" 

"The client has insisted only your expertise will do," Joan told you, "And frankly, I don't think it's quite my place to refuse." She had a look of fear on her face at that that piqued your interest even more. Who could this client be to have scared even your own assistant so badly? You had a few ideas, and if they turned out to be true, then you almost wanted to smile in delight.

"Alright," you pretended to sigh now, knowing what was up, "Send them in and I'll handle it." Joan nodded quickly before heading over to the door of your workshop, which she opened to reveal a very familiar sinner standing on the other side with a huge smile on his face. 

"Why, thank you, my dear!" Alastor told Joan as he took a step into the room. She nodded quickly before leaving and closing the door behind her. Meanwhile, you grinned and stood from your desk. 

"Al, what brings you back here already?" You asked, though you couldn't have been more glad to see your best friend back in the Swing Sector visiting you, "Miss me already?" The Radio Demon's smile widened at that and he came over to pull you into a hug. 

"Lovely to see you too, my friend!" He exclaimed as you chuckled. "I'm afraid I've come to request your assistance mending some of my clothing, if it's not too much trouble!" You let go of your friend now, raising an eyebrow at his words. 

"Of course it's no trouble, but...Surely it's not these clothes you need repaired, right...?" You asked, a dark shadow beginning to form across your face, "After all, I just made this suit for you a couple of weeks ago." Your tone was calm but extremely threatening and despite being the Radio Demon himself, Alastor had to fight the urge to step back. When it came to the clothes you created, you could always be a little...murderous. He almost didn't want to continue with the look in your eye, but nevertheless, he did so.

"Unfortunately, it is," he replied carefully and with a solemn nod of his head. When he saw your expression darken even further though, he quickly continued. "But I assure you, dear, I did everything in my power to avoid letting any harm come to these clothes! This is the result of an...Unfortunate turn of events." 

"Who did it?" You asked in a tone so unlike you that it would have made anyone living in your sector shake with fear. 

"Alas, I do not remember his name; the forgettable sort." Alastor replied, glad to have shifted the blame off of himself now, "But I assure you, I plan to make him pay for his transgressions." His own expression became scarier now as his eyes began to shift into radio dials and glow red; even more so than normal.

"Give Joan a description of this demon on the way out," you ordered, "I'd also like to have a go at anyone who thinks they can damage my designs and get away with it." Alastor nodded at that, even if only to calm your rising anger. 

"Now," you said, taking a deep breath in order to pull yourself from your murderous rage, "Show me the damage." You turned back to grab a tape measure and some sewing pins as Alastor held up the end of his coat, which had been clearly been ripped. Of course, it always gave that appearance, but in this case, the tears weren't how you'd designed them, and therefore, gave a rattier appearance.

You felt your anger nearly flare up again at the sight but calmed yourself as you nodded and then got to work measuring and pinning wherever necessary. 

"Good thing I always keep your fabric on-hand," you spoke while holding one of the sewing pins between your teeth, "Otherwise, you'd have had to wait a few weeks for it to get in, and we certainly couldn't have you walking around like this for so long." The Radio Demon nodded, assuming the pose you always had him hold as he let you work.

You'd been his personal tailer ever since the two of you became friends shortly after your own arrival in hell. Before them, he'd had some random sinner off the street make all of his clothes, and as you'd told him the night you ran into each other at that party, it had showed. Luckily, he now had a best friend who was always willing to ensure he was well-dressed; making him a top priority whenever he came in. 

For a few minutes, you pinned the fabric in silence as he took in the sights of your workroom. It hadn't changed much in the years since he'd last visited; a realization that was somehow heartwarming. 

It was as messy as ever; with various designs lining the walls, fabric strewn about, and several trunks of other sewing supplies pushed up against the tall windows. Your desk was even worse with pins and needles all over it that had been entangled in string, and Alastor knew if he were to ever bring someone like Nifty here, she would have had a field day. 

Also resting on your desk, though, were several framed photos. There was one picturing you and Rosie, probably taken sometime after the Radio Demon's disappearance, along with several photos of your various owned souls that had been taken at the parties you hosted. Alastor's smile widened, though, when he noticed several old photos of you and him rested among the rest. Even after all this time, they were well-taken-care-of and free from dust or dirt. The sight was very sweet.

"Did I overhear that you were working on a new line?" He finally asked, breaking the silence as you threaded some red string through a needle like it was nothing. 

"Of course," you told him with a grin before kneeling to hand-sew the new fabric of his coat to the ripped area. "I have to stay up to date, don't I? And plus, runway season is coming up." 

"Well, then I hope to be in attendance at many of your upcoming fashion shows." Alastor told you and you nodded as you started stitching. 

"You'll be the first one invited, of course," you said with a playful eye roll, "Who better than my best friend to witness as I crush Velvette; fashionably?" This made the other overlord's smile widen even more.

"I have no doubt in your creative mind," he replied, "In fact, I daresay her own designs are nowhere near your level, so where's the competition in the first place?" He gave a loud laugh at that and you shook your head with a smile.

"Thanks, Alastor," You said as took out another sewing pin; not needing it anymore, "But it turns out there might actually be some competition this season. The Overlord Gala is being held a month earlier due to the next extermination being moved up- will you be attending, by the way?" You glance dup at your deer-like friend, who immediately nodded.

"But of course! I wouldn't miss such an entertaining event for the world," he replied, placing a hand where his heart should have been, "And I suppose I'll have to be requesting your services for my clothing then, as well." You nodded, turning back to your work. 

"Well, anyway," you continued, "The gala is supposed to be competitive as far as fashion this year, and I intend to have the best designs by a landslide. But that all starts with the line I'll be releasing shortly beforehand, so it has to be perfect." 

"Of course," Alastor nodded knowingly, "Do let me know if there is anything I can do to assist! Any endeavor that involves putting those arrogant V's in their place is worth supporting. Though, I hardly think you'll require my help schooling Velvette on the runway." You chuckled at that, finally finishing sewing Alastor's coat and tying it off.

"Thanks, Al." You told him now as you stood and brushed yourself off, "I always appreciate your support. And...Your coat is done!" You stepped away now, letting him inspect your work as you began putting away the rest of your materials. The Radio Demon took a second to look it over before his smile widened (somehow), seeming satisfied.

"Perfect as usual, my dear!" He told you as he gave a brief spin for emphasis. "Thank you kindly!" 

"Anytime." You replied once you'd put everything away, "Oh, and by the way, are you planning to attend that meeting next week? The one Carmilla sent information about?" A part of you was a little nervous he hadn't been invited for a second, considering the other overlord had never been particularly fond of Alastor, but then his eyes shone with recognition. 

"Yes, indeed!" He told you as the two of you started heading out of your workshop now, "Am I correct to assume you'll be there as well?" You nodded and his smile brightened, "Splendid! Then I shall see you at the meeting!" 

"Sounds good," you replied, "But before then, make sure you let Rosie know you're back! If you show up to the meeting with no warning she might bite you." You shivered, remembering the last time Alastor had done something to make the kind cannibal overlord angry. You hadn't had bandages on-hand at the time and had had to use whatever fabric you could find just to wrap his wound. 

"Of course, of course!" Alastor waved a hand dismissively, which told you he most likely would not be telling Rosie in advance. He always had liked to keep everyone guessing, hadn't he? "Now, I would love to stay longer, but I must be on my way, darling!" He headed over to the counter of your boutique, where one of your newer recruits immediately shrunk away in fear. "And I'd better let you get back to work if you're to show everyone up at the gala!" 

You grinned and made your way over to the register, but instead of punching in any amount, you simply leaned your elbows onto it with a smile. "Al, you know I wouldn't make you pay for a simple repair like this," you told him, "if anything, the one paying will be whichever demon ripped your coat in the first place." You were still smiling but your voice got significantly more sinister and your eyes darkened as you spoke the last sentence. The rest of the shop's employees cowered but Alastor just laughed. 

"A true gentleman pays his friend for their services, dear." He reminded you but as he spoke, his gaze shifted to the street outside, where a TV in the store across the street happened to be running Vox's broadcast. His smile didn't drop but you could instantly see the shift in his eyes from joy to annoyance at the sight. 

And you could understand why. It seemed Vox had caught wind of the fact that the Radio Demon was back, because he was going on and on about Alastor's return and what it meant for the future of hell. You supposed that obsession of his still hadn't died out. 

"On second thought, it seems I'll have to be on my way." Alastor practically spat before turning back to you with a joyful expression again, "But do let me know when you're next free, and I'll be sure to treat you to lunch as thanks for your kindness this fine day." You gave him a look so he added, "with vegetarian options, of course." Your grin widened.

Even though you were best friends with both Rosie and Alastor, two of hell's most well-known cannibal demons, you had no interest in partaking in said acts yourself and he could respect that. 

"Alright." You said finally as Alastor adjusted his bow tie once more and then turned towards the door. "Nice to see you again!" 

"Bye now, dear!" He called back, "Oh, and if you've got the time, consider tuning in to my next broadcast! It's sure to be quite...Entertaining." With that, he was out the door and you shook your head, still smiling. He was no doubt going to clap back at Vox by going on-air for the first time in years, and of course, you weren't about to miss that for anything. 

"Joan!" You called, heading back up the stairs to your workshop now, "Would you bring the radio up? I have a feeling this afternoon's work is going to get much more entertaining!"

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[itsmebytch001]

Smoking it away: Part Two

18+

Part One Down Below.

Warnings: drugs, rehab, mean reader.

Summary: Your family, Your Dad, Auntie Rio and Uncle Jeff stage a quick intervention, afraid for your saftey, they ship you odd.

Oh fuck me

The door open's to reveals Rio, Your Dad and Miles.

Your shushed into the house as Jeff locks in behind you. Your Dad walks over to you, looming over above you looking over his face you can see looks extremly tired and dressed in sweats.

Miles: "Before we start, I just want you to know, we aren't mad and we love you"

Already, i know I'm fucked.

Aaron: "Give me the phone"

Y/N:" Excuse me?"

Aaron: "Your phone, give it to me"

Y/N:"...I don't have it?" What a shit lie Y/N

Aaron rasied an eyebrow at you, stepping closer while Jeff stalks from behind, you are now trapped between both your uncle and father, shrinking between them as they are so tall.

Jeff: "If you don't have it on you, you won't mind a pat down?"

Y/N: "Are you serious?" you ask flinching away.

Aaron: "sound's good to me"

Y/N: "what the fuck?"

Rio snaps her finger to get your attention from the coach.

Rio: "oi, don't swear in my house"

Jeff pulled you back by your shoulder as you tensed.

Y/N: "Okay! Jesus, here!" You quickly shove your phone into your Dad's hand, still Jeff had his hand on your shoulder, pushing you down into a chair that was locked in by the sofa, now you were truly in thier grasp, with Rio staring you down and Miles meekly looking at the floor, Aaron sat infont of you while Jeff to your left, he could see your eyes scan the house you had been in so many time's before, looking for a way out.

Aaron: "What's the password?"

...

Aaron: "I know you heard me what's the password"

Y/N: "77902"

He logs onto your phone and begins to scrolls, though your photos, your messages and Email, and know scrolling through your call records, you know what he's looking for.

He's looking for his contact...

Jeff Put his hand again on your shoulder.

Jeff: "How about you and Miles go hang out in his room"

Though it was framed as a question it was an order, so you and Miles awkwadrly shifted to his room, you felt strange leaving your phone alone with your Dad combing though it, but you did'nt want to create more problems.

Miles ushered you into his room where he sat on his bed, and you awkwardly stood in the corner.

Miles: "You know you can sit right?"

Y/N: "Actually, I'd rather stand"

Miles:" I know your'e mad at me for telling on you but honestly, I'm glad I did"

Y/N: "Don't brag about being untrsutworthy Miles"

Miles: "Well maybe you should be more honest"

You roll your eyes at him, while you both are silent you can hear the chatter in the living room between your Dad, Auntie Rio, and Uncle Jeff, you and Miles press your ears against the walls.

On the other side of that door, your family were debating your fate, wether to scare you straight by having Jeff arrest you, sending off to a proper rehab, or keeping you home under servillence.

All sounded terrible.

Aaron was still scrolling though your phone, skimming over text converstaions to see if he found something fishy, going through all your photos, including your secret gallery, which basically menat you were 1000000% fucked.

Photos of you smoking, drinking, snorting at parties he did't know you had gone too, with people he didn't know, looking over all these clips made him wince, clearly it was worse than he thought, if you were this able and willing to lie to him so consisntely and on such a large scale, he simply couldn't trust you anymore.

Clicking off from your phone and pocketing it he turned to his brother, and sister in law.

Aaron: "I Don't know how she's been sneaking this round me so damm long, how did I not see this"

Rio: "You musn't blame yourself Aaron, teenagers can be sneaky"

Jeff: "you were doing some shady stuff when you were her age"

Aaron: "I wasn't snorting anything! I wasn't lying to everyone in my life about where I was, who I was doing it with! I wasn't hiding drugs under the damm floor boards"

He rubs his face over, what the hell is he going to do?

Jeff: "We could do home servalince, make sure she stays clean?"

Rio: "That's not sustiable, we all have work and Miles has school there won't be anyone who to watch her"

Jeff nodded in agreement.

Jeff: "We could send her to a rehab

Rio: "Would that be covered in your insurance Aaron?"

Aaron looked down in defeat, he didn't want too send you away to rehab, all alone, but what choice did he have? None of them really wanted you whisked away to rehab, where they couldn't see you, sourrounded by other addicts with limited contact, what he really wanted to do was huddle you away in the house, keep you too himself and put bars on your windows, but he knew that wasn't sustaibable.

Aaron: " Yeah,It should cover it"

Rio: "I know a good place, I'll call them see if they have a bed free" She said softly before taking herself into her bedroom for the private call.

Aaron had his head in his hands, how did he miss the signs? was he ignoring them? looking back he could see it, how you would start massive fashion projects late at night, enthused about your new enterprise, spending all your money at once, coming into his room at 3 am asking him if he wants to watch Barbie with you, or asking to him to hold you like he used to when you were child, asking him to do your hair and baking at 2 am, all where strange but he just thought it was teenage shenagaings, not class A's.

And it made him so happy to be close to you again, for you to want to hang out, even if it was just watching a film together or helping you cut fabric for you new dress line, just to connect again like you were when you were young.

Maybe he did know, he just didn't want to accept it wasn't you, it was what ever you were taking.

Jeff could see he was struggling, but didn't know how to console him, so he just sat next to him and rubbed his back as Aaron tried not to break down.

Over hearing all this, how they were about to ship you off made you think maybe you'd prefer being arrested, you sank down your back down Mile's room door before sitting on the ground, slumped, it wasn't supposed to go this way, you're Dad was none the wiser, you were using safley, or as safley as anyone could and finally you were feeling true joy and peace, the kinda joy people like Miles felt natrually all the time, you no longer left out in really feeling.

You were eyeing the window, yeah you would drop 3 floors down and maybe you would break your legs or worse but then you wouldn't have to go rehab.

Miles sat next too you, back against the door, he tries to put his hand on your shoulder but you immedinaly flinch away.

Y/N: "Don't you ever touch me""

Miles: "Jesus sorry, calm down"

You glared at him though your eye lashes.

Y/N: "You have destroyed my life" You whisper yelled.

Miles: "Nah, you did that yourself"

Y/N: "Excuse me?"

Miles: "You told me you were smoking, if that were true your Dad would not be on your ass, maybe just ground you for a bit and get my Dad lecture you, not pose a whole family intervention and a send off to rehab"

Y/N: "If they do actually send me away, I will never fucking talk to you again"

Miles rolled his eyes with such a silly threat.

Meanwhile, back in the living room Rio came out her room having had gotten of the phone with the rehab.

Rio: "They'll have a bed later today, around 15:30"

Aaron: "Is it a good place?"

Rio: "Yes, it dose good work. It's a 6 week program and have a low repeat percenatge so I think it'll be good for her"

6 weeks, 6 whole weeks you'd be away and out the house where he couldn't see you.

Aaron: "You sure?"

Rio: "Yeah"

Aaron took a deep breath, accpeting this drastic change in events, accpeting that he would have you taken out his hands and put away in some other place with people he didn't know taking you, his only child and fixing you up.

Rio: "It's far out Brooklyn, so if you want the bed in time, I would go now"

Aaron brushed himself down before heading for Mile's room, you could hear him apparoch the door, you could recgonise his foots steps, you had trainded yourself to reconsie them for when you would use in your room to avoid being caught.

You scrambed away from the door, standing by Miles as the door knob turned.

Aaron: "Alright Baby, Let's go"

Defeated you followed him through the living room and out the door, Mile's is gestured to follow you by Rio, tagging along on your left, with Aaron on your right, trapping you again, you feel it's intetion of keeping you trapped so you couldn't pull a fast one.

Ushering you into the car, Mile's watched you get in the back of the car, then got in next to you sitting on the other side of the verchiel.

As you began to drive, your Dad kept looking back at you through the rear view mirror, exchaning eye contact with Miles.

Aaron: "So we uh, were going home to get you a bag and then...then we'll take you to that rehab place"

Already you could feel yourself tense, holding onto your joggers, breathing deeper and quicker, like you were getting ready to run.

oh fuck

Y/N: "I don't want to go"

Aaron:" You don't have a choice"

Y/N:" I am 17 years old you can't just shuttle me away"

Aaron: "you are 17 years old, I am your God damm father and you are going to rehab"

Y/N: "You are blowing this out of proportion"

Aaron: "Am I? How? How am I blowing this out proportion"

Y/N:" I am not an addict, I'm not reliant on anything, Iv'e never done injectables-"

Aaron: " 'Never done Injectables' Is the bar really that low for you?"

Y/N: "Youre wasting you damm money I don't need to go to a fucking rehab! Rehab is where you go when you overdose"

Miles: "so we just supposed to wait till you overdose, huh?"

He mutter's to himself, his head leaning on the window.

Y/N: "I am 17, it's normal to expierment with drugs!"

Aaron: "Miles?"

Miles: "Yeah?"

Aaron: "You smoking weed?"

Miles: "No"

Aaron: " You snorting coke?"

Miles: "Hell no"

Aaron: "You secret drinking?"

Miles: "Nope"

Aaron: " So how is it Miles is your age and not doing any of the same shit?"

Y/N: " Dad I...I just want to have fun"

Aaron: " You could do litreally anything and you choose hard drugs"

Y/N:" I KNOW you were smoking weed at my age"

Aaron: "Yeah I was smoking weed and it fucked me up, but you are 17 snorting shit"

You roll your eyes, sinking into your seat.

Aaron: "If Mile's hadn't told me, you would have kept going and going until you lost your grip and died"

Y/N: "It is not that fucking deep"

Miles: "Y/N, were just scared for you"

Y/N: "Oh fuck right off Miles"

Aaron: "Ay, Don't talk to him that way"

Y/N: "He snitched on me, i don't have to be nice"

Miles: "You told me it was weed and vodka, not fucking pills and shit"

Y/N: "So you snitched on me, for weed and Vodka?"

Miles: "But It wasn't just weed and Vodka!"

Y/N: "I knew I should have never told you, I shouldn't have known you would just cause a big thing of it, you know Miles, the whole reason i stared disstacing myself from you is beacuse how fucking over bearing and demanding you are"

Miles: "What?"

Aaron: "Okay Y/N shut up"

As he pulled up at a red light you and Miles looked out in opposite directions out each window, when you noticed the child locks weren't on.

You rest your hand over the door handle, waiting for one of them to notice, but they don't.

Your breath increases, you're ready to run.

You Open the car door, leaning out of it as your dad screams for you to sit down, your head and shoulders are out the door.

You think your'e out.

Until you feel the ends of your hair being pulled back and your'e arm grabbed by Mile's.

He pull's you in with great force as you begin to thrash.

Y/N: "get the fuck off me!"

Aaron: "Miles, Miles the door!" He yells.

While Miles is holding you down, as you try despratley to kick and cry, he slides himself over the car seats and slams the door shut.

You sat up, pushing Miles away by his shoulders, he takes your hands and shoves them down onto the car seat, he scrambles on top of you and keeps you in place, his left forearm pressed over your collarbone, imobileizing you.

Y/N: "Get THE FUCK OFF ME!" You scream, on lookers think this is a kidnapping, Miles looks over at his Uncle.

Aaron: "Hold her there"

Miles Looks down at you crying, hyperventializing trying despretaly trying to wriggle away.

Miles: "Calm the fuck down"

Y/N: "Get the fuck off me you son of a bitch!"

You tried to raise your head to get him off you, but his press tough.

Miles: "Stop fucking moving"

Y/N: " I Hate you" You whipser up at him.

Minutes later, after your crying and screaming had subsided, he got off you sitting across from you again as the car pulled up outside you're building.

Aaron: "Imma go pack you a bag, stay here"

The door open and closes as Aaron leaves to go pack you a bag.

Y/N: "I wanna step out for a sec, strech my legs"

Miles: "How do I know you're not going to try and run off again, hmm?"

YN: "Okay, whatever Miles"

...

...

...

Y/N: "Why are you here Miles?"

Miles: "What do you mean?"

Y/N: "You didn't have to be here right now, in this car involing yourself in something that isn't you're buisness"

Miles: "My buinesse? Y/N You are my Family it is my buinesse"

Y/N rolled her eyes out the window, Mile's kept looking over at the handle, just waiting for you to make a move.

About 10 minutes later, you Dad came back with a suit case, putting it in the boot of the car, he plopped himself back in the drivers seat.

Aaron: "Miles, You still wanna ride with us?"

Miles: "...Yeah"

You drove for about two hours, and it was painfully silent, neither you or Miles made eye contact, both just staring out the window. Your Dad would occesianlly look over at you through the rear view mirror.

Once you eventually pulled up on the place, in an isolated field with only the one road leading you out, you exit the car to face the bulilding.

it looks like a prison, a tall, massive grey builiding with many windows, all barred. Aaron got your bag from the boot and handed it to you to carry.

Miles caught you again, looking over your souroudings as if for an out, he exchanged you a warning look and stalked up uncomfortley close to you, while your Dad guided you in the waiting area.

You sat in the waiting area with Mile's, beginning to panic. it really began to set in. They're going to lave you here, in this place with stranges, alone.

And the worst part was, you wouldn't have the company of any drugs, no weed no alcohol, just you.

Twiddling your hands nervoulsy, Miles obeserved you rubbing your hands together and felt the need comfort you, but knew right now, you really didn't feel like talking to him.

While Aaron checked you inn, he kept glancing over at you, wondering, is this a mistake? could he just keep you sober at home?

He hadn't handed you over yet, he could just drive take off back home, but the desk lady see's this seconding guessing in his eyes as he gazes at you. She places her hand on his and mutters "It's an excellent program".

This dose nothing to sooth him, but he dose sign off the paper work, handing you over to this faceless place for a whole month, did he really want to do this? No but though he wanted you home, he knew ratinally, it was best letting you here.

As your Dad timidly signs off your paper work you see two men approach through the glass walls in all white, you feel like running but know Miles could just drag you back, you don't want to go, you are not an addict, what is happening.

Before they reach the fresh hold of the waiting room, you Dad kneels in front of you while sitting in the waiting chair.

Aaron: "Listen baby, I'm gonna drop you here for a bit, and these people are gonna help you sort yourself out kay?"

You didn't answer, you just stared out at the approching men.

Clutching your bag, as your Dad watches helpless, these two men guide you out the waiting area, their hands on your shoulders.

You take one last look at your Dad and cousin, looking right into Miles's his eyes before mouthing to him, 'I hate you'...

They watched as you were slinked off futher and futher away until you dissaprear down the hall...

END OF CHAPTER TWO

Chapter one----->

CHAPTER 3???

[deathofacupid]

let me help | peter parker

tw: abuse. if you don't feel comfortable reading this, please don't. but if you read it and are triggered, please feel free to reach out and talk. (2.7k+ words.)

summary: you know that you should tell someone, but you don't know how. luckily, peter's always here to save the day... in more ways than one.

y/n laid in her bed, scrolling mindlessly through her socials, even though she should have been studying for her english test. she got up and stretched, fingers grazing over the bruise on her forearm from last week. deciding to push away all the negative things in the world, y/n creaked her bedroom door open.

the girl walked down the stairs, her stomach growling for food. y/n was already thinking of the delightful snacks in her pantry as she absent-mindly hummed. she snapped back into reality as she bumped into her mom.

"sorry, i was just getting a snack-"

"not now, y/n, please, daddy's not in a good mood right now." it only took her seconds to put two and two together. her mother's red rimmed eyes and the newly forming bruise on her cheek said everything.

"oh," was all she could manage in that moment.

"y/n, darling, is that you?" her father called out, causing her to flinch. her mother's eyes widened as her head shot to the kitchen.

"mom? should i-"

"y/n, didn't i call you?"

"y-yes, daddy, i'll be right there," y/n took small, tentative steps towards her father, her mother trailing close behind.

"richard, please don't hurt her too much, she's just a child," her mother begged.

"please go up to the room, alexandra."

part of her hoped that her mother would stay here and fight him, protect y/n. but she knew she wouldn't because alexandra was just as petrified as her daughter. she feared the man just as greatly. so at the end of the day, the older woman would succumb to his words, leaving y/n to pick up her own pieces. she watched in disappointment as her mother left.

"yes, daddy?"

he sat in a chair, an almost empty bottle of beer in his hand. taking the last gulp, he held it out, signaling his daughter to dispose of it. she quickly did so, taking another one out, knowing he would want it.

"tell me, my dear, what is it that you and mother were discussing just now?"

she stayed silent, afraid to open her mouth, fearing she would say the wrong thing. maybe if she hoped enough, it would all go away. it was just one big nightmare. y/n watched him as he brought a cigar up to his lips, lighting it.

"i asked a question, and i want an answer."

"um, we," y/n didn't what to say, she was quaking in fear. the last thing she wanted to do was to get her mother in trouble. "we didn't say anything."

"i see. take a seat, love." she did so, already knowing what was in store for her. richard approached her, pulling the cigar out and blowing a breath. she held in a cough, afraid to get in more trouble if she did. he pressed it to her forearm, and she whimpered in pain.

it was a deep, aching pain. it felt as if it went all the way to her bone. y/n wanted to curl up into a big ball and cry, right there on the floor. but she couldn't, she didn't want her father to think she was overreacting. he pulled it back from her skin, and she hissed in agony.

"you shouldn't lie to me. it isn't a desirable trait, darling."

"i'm sorry."

"my daughter dearest, i only want to help you. give you a bright future, that's all. you know i don't like hurting you, but it's the only way you'll learn."

"yes, daddy, i know."

"good then, go on," he cooed.

y/n scampered back up to her room, focusing the best she could on her studies, crying quietly to herself.

~.*.~

"heyyy, angel," peter grinned as he slid into the seat next to her, laying a kiss in her hair. "how's your day been?"

"hi, pete. it's okay. how about you?"

"perfect, because now i'm with you."

"gosh, you're so dorky."

"maybe. but you love it," he brushed his hand over her arm, the same spot as the burn. she flinched slightly, but he didn't seem to think much of it. the long sleeves she had been wearing were irritating the spot, and she wanted nothing more than to roll them up.

thank god her father never hurt her face. her face was her trophy. her father's trophy. nothing but a prize to show off, a pretty face. because that's what she was. a pretty girl with a pretty face. and y/n hated it. always looking her best for her father's weatherman reputation.

a little bit of sunshine goes a long way, he would say, every morning before he signed off.

she feigned a sigh of annoyance, "yes, i suppose i do."

"how do you feel about a star wars movie marathon at mine tonight?"

hesitating, she shook her head. "i can't. family things. rain check?"

"all good," he reassured. "another time, then."

y/n opened her mouth to come up with a better excuse, but the teacher had already begun talking.

she had paid no attention to her teacher, nor the lesson at hand. y/n tried to imagine what it would be like if another child were in her spot.

would they tell? run? not say anything? ask for help?

because she didn't plan on doing any of those things. y/n had decided all she needed to do was ride out the rest of senior year. and then... well, as smart as she was, college didn't mean anything to her. you go to school, go to school again, and then one more time, only to go to another bigger, more harder school?

nope.

after this year, she'd leave it all behind. everything. yes, sometimes it hurt her heart thinking about a life without peter, especially because they'd already started planning their lives together. but then y/n would tell herself that it'd be worth it. she'd be free.

nobody's trophy, nor pretty face. not a figurehead, nor a name.

she'd make a life for herself, being value to her name.

and the best part?

y/n would be safe.

away from the man she called her father.

she flinched as the bell rung, not realizing that the period had flown by so quickly. and before she could even stop herself, "actually, peter? i think i might take you up on that offer."

and the boyish grin he sent her in reply had made everything worth it.

might as well savor what i have left. 

the pair walked hand-in-hand, laughing and talking all the way to peter's house.

"no, no," peter wheezed out between laughs, "i'm telling you, you'd look amazing in bright purple hair!"

"and what about you? fucking red and blue or something?" she retorted back, giggling at the image in her mind.

he tensed slightly at her words, not something she really paid attention to, as they made themselves comfy on his couch, readjusting their cuddling stance. may was out for the night, pulling some extra shifts, just because she wanted to, being the kind woman she was.

he flicked through the movies, looking for the next couple of star wars movies. they had already watched a couple, leading into the night. 

"but, like, for real, have you ever... i dunno, thought that be cool?"

"what? unicorn barf for hair?" he joked, confused as to why the mood had shifted.

"n-no, i mean, haven't you ever thought about, you know, pulling something badass like that? dying you hair bright orange? or pink? or yellow? just 'cause you can?" a sudden grin appeared, pulling at her face.

"um, i-"

"or maybe shaving off all your hair?" y/n was laughing now, really hard. tears were welling up, from the laughter or anger, she didn't know. "just to look different? get tattoos, or a buncha piercings? because- because sometimes, i'll just lay in bed, like, 'i should shave off all my hair. and get a piercing, an eyebrow one, or a belly button one," she doubled over, struggled to get breaths in.

"o-or a nipple piercing! can you imagine?"

peter was confused. he always was in this relationship. and that wasn't ever a bad thing, in fact, he liked it. everyday was something different, something new to keep him on his toes.

but this? this was different. this was the type of confused that left a pit in his stomach, like when he couldn't figure out something with his spider senses. one that left him kind of scared, or worried.

this was a bad confused.

"a-are you- i don't think i'm catching on."

but she was still laughing, like someone told her the funniest thing in the world, and it was an immeasurable feeling.

y/n quieted down slightly, wiping the tear that had rolled down to her cheek.

and then he noticed something he hadn't seen before.

a mark of some type on her forearm? a burn?

"y/n?" he murmured softly, pulling her arm towards him. "what's this?"

"huh?" she paused, looking down at the spot with a blank face. "oh, that? it's nothing, petey, don't worry." her face didn't betray her, and it never would. and on top of that, the words rolled so smoothly off her tongue, so naturally.

but in a way that made it seem practiced. he'd noticed small things before, like scars or bruise, though he never thought much of them. but now, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. after all, he had spent hours staring into them before, and he could do it for many more.

y/n's phone buzzed, pulling peter out of his thoughts. when she checked it, her face visibly paled, with an expression that screamed, oh shit. peter heard her heart rate sped up, courtesy of his super hearing.

"u-uh, i gotta go," she rambled out, swinging her backpack over her shoulder.

"i- you- what? wait, but it's late, you shouldn't-"

"i'll get a taxi, okay? bye, love you!" his girlfriend of 3 years exclaimed, as she rushed out the door.

and peter being peter, tugged off his sweatshirt and pants, having his suit under, (because it's peter). he obviously followed after her, being a loving boyfriend.

she did not get a taxi.

she speedwalked all the way home.

and once he saw her walk inside, he decided to patrol.

~.*.~

it had been an hour or two, and he couldn't get his mind off y/n, or how weird she had been acting. it upset him, and not just that, but scared him.

peter told himself she was just being silly, but that didn't feel right.

so currently, he was swinging by rooftops, on his way to her place. peter noticed crying, just where he was. he caught a quick glimpse of her.

red eyes, tousled hair, and a bleeding lip. he landed on the small ledge, not quite a balcony, and she jumped, looking up at him as she wiped her tears away. it took peter a second to realize he was spider-man.

he made sure the voice changer was on before opening his mouth, "hey, sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. i won't hurt you. i- i just heard crying, so, um, do you wanna talk? you know, they say a stranger is the best to confide in, they can't judge you properly 'cause they don't know you properly," he whispered, his heart breaking as he watched her. he wanted nothing more than to envelope her tight in a bear hug, but he knew that would be overstepping considering he was spider-man right now.

"oh. um, it's nothing. just a rough day."

"you can tell me about. or if you don't wanna do that, you can tell be something small, you know, avoid the big parts."

"you don't have anything better to do? like, save cats from trees? or, you know, help people?"

"i am helping people, just in a differently. as a superhero, i save people in more than one way."

she hesitated, as if she were about to say something, but changed it in the last second, "that was dorky."

"thank you," he smirked. she laughed slightly.

"you know, you remind me of someone," she mused.

"who?"

"my boyfriend. he'd do the same thing, cheer me up with sappy words."

he turned the same red as his suit, but his smile was wide.

"aw, man. you're taken. that sucks. i was about to shoot my shot."

y/n giggled, happier than before, and peter took pride in that.

"is your boyfriend... handsome?"

"very."

"and smart?"

"super."

"extremely funny?"

"well..."

they laughed together some more, sharing stupid jokes, and really anything to distract her. and then there was a loud noise from behind them. a shattering of some sort.

she muttered a curse before turning around to look.

"i, uh- i have to go." she practically shoved him out, shutting the window sharply.

his senses were tingling. and peter didn't like that.

the second she left the room was the second he entered it. the first thing he heard was yelling, a man's voice. and then he heard her's. soft and fragile, a glass about to break. peter rushed downstairs, just in time to see a clear shard being thrown towards her, and quickly webbed it out of the way. the second he got it away from her, he located the direction from which it had come from, and upon that, webbed the person up to the wall.

it took a moment, but he realized that was his girlfriend's father.

and piece by piece, everything made sense.

y/n stood there, mouth agape.

"how did-"

"i knew something was wrong, and i was right. a-are you okay?" he rushed over to her and squeezed her between his arms.

"i- you- please don't tell anyone!"

he paused, overtaken by shock. wouldn't she want him to? to save her from this? get her away?

"w-what?" peter pulled away.

"y-you can't tell anyone!"

"ma'am, i have to-"

"please," she begged, clasping her hands together. "you don't understand, i don't have anywhere else to go. t-they'll put me in a foster home, o-or an orphanage! i don't want that!"

"so... you'd rather stay here?" he looked over to the man, who was passed out from the beer, noting the broken bottles around.

"i can ride this out, please," y/n repeated. "besides, h-he won't even remember this in the morning!" she said it as if it would make it better.

it didn't.

"the second i can, i'll leave! away from him," she paused, "please, spider-man."

and he felt dirty as he nodded slowed, and left. he felt dirty the rest of the night. an icky, gross feeling coated him, and he felt insufferably sick.

it was safe to say that none of them got any sleep that night.

~.*.~

the both of them showed up to school that day, baggy-eyed and numb. y/n met peter by his locker, just like she normally did.

"jeez, pete, you don't look like you got any sleep."

he looked over to her, his heart breaking for the millionth time. "neither do you."

"yeah, but i-"

"was begging spider-man not to drag that bastard's sorry fucking arse to jail?"

her eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath.

"you're-"

he closed his locker, "yeah, i am. but that's not important right now. why didn't you tell me? i-i could've-"

"i didn't tell you simply because i didn't want to tell you. not because i couldn't. because i knew you'd do this."

"do what? try and help you?"

"no, i-" she groaned in frustration, "i- i can ride it out!"

"you already said that!" his voice was raising and other kids turned to look. y/n grabbed his arm and dragged him into a empty classroom.

peter took a breath, getting his thoughts together, "look, my love, yes, you were right, i will do this. because i can't bear to see this happen to you everyday. you deserve everything, the whole fucking world. but if i can't give you that, i can give you this. a way out. and no foster homes or anything, just come- come live with may and i. she loves you to death, just as i do, and she'd totally understand, you know that. but please, angel, don't do this. please, let me help you," he whispered.

and she did.

she let him help.

that's how she ended up skipping the school day, sitting in a police station, waiting to be called in. and the entire time, the entire fucking time, he held her hand.

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Writemas - Day 1

By @agirlandherquill (I've also been tagged by @theeccentricraven to do this)

I know it isn't exactly Christmas anymore, but better late than never, right?

This month has been all over the place for me lol (honestly, I could say that about most of this year). But I'm happy to say that I'm ready to finally share my takes on some of these writing prompts for December! This has been a fun challenge to read/follow, and I'm excited to share my stuff.

Let's go!

My chosen prompt:

"She knew she should leave, she knew she had no place there, and still her feet would not move."

(For this, I used characters from one of my current WIPs - Behind Closed Doors)

Elena had no reason to still be here. Most of the guests had already left, dispersing into the night. But something had captured her attention, keeping her stuck in place.

Music.

The sound of piano keys lingered in the air, soft and haunting, as Elena stepped into the dimly lit room. The faint glow of a single chandelier flickered against the polished floors, and the scent of aged wood and faint cologne wrapped around her like a whispered invitation.

And now, standing in the doorway, she saw him.

Vincent sat at the grand piano, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys, coaxing a melody that was both melancholic and yearning. Each note seemed to carry the weight of unspoken words, as though he were pouring his soul into the music, revealing a side of himself he rarely let anyone see. His jacket was discarded over a nearby chair, his tie loosened, and the faint glow of a single chandelier cast shadows over his sharp features. He looked so different from the man she had verbally sparred with earlier in the evening, so unguarded, so human.

Elena knew she should leave. She shouldn't be watching him play. She had no place here, standing in the shadows of his rare, solitary, vulnerable moment. Yet every fibre of her being resisted the urge to go. Was it the haunting beauty of the music, or the way he seemed so unguarded, like a glimpse of something forbidden yet achingly familiar? Her heart wrestled with her mind, torn between propriety and a deep-seated desire to understand him, to see more of this fragile humanity he so carefully hid. And yet, she couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull that kept her rooted to the spot, the way her heart seemed to rebel against her better judgment. The allure of this stolen moment, of seeing a side of him so unguarded, made her feel both an intruder and a part of something she didn’t yet understand. And yet, her feet would not move.

The final notes of the melody faded, leaving a silence that felt louder than the music. Vincent’s head turned, as if sensing her presence, his gaze locking onto hers. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“I didn’t know anyone was still here,” he said finally, his voice low and measured.

“I… I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Elena managed, her voice trembling slightly. “I was just…”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re not interrupting. Stay.”

The air between them throbbed with an invisible tension, an undeniable pull. It wasn’t just attraction; it represented the unspoken weight of everything left unsaid, the clash of their vastly different worlds, and the fragile hope that something deeper might be possible. She took a hesitant step forward, then another, until she found herself sitting beside him on the piano bench. His gaze remained fixed on hers, making her pulse quicken in a way she couldn’t quite decide if she enjoyed. Every instinct screamed at her to retreat, but something deeper kept her in place.

She couldn't put her finger on what this "something" was, exactly. Or maybe she could - perhaps she knew exactly what it was, but she was afraid of naming it.

“You really are full of surprises, Mr Renaud,” she said softly, her lips curving into a tentative smile. For a moment, Vincent's fingers hovered above the keys before slowly falling to his lap. His eyes softened, and a flicker of something - gratitude, or perhaps vulnerability - passed across his face, as though her words had touched a part of him he rarely exposed.

“Vincent,” he corrected, his voice gentle but firm. “I'm off duty, after all. And funnily enough, I could say the exact same thing about you.”

[modelbus]

did you ever plan on making a part two to your accidental confessions fic with wilbur? would love to read more!! <3

Your wish is my command <3

Check out Part 1!!

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Friends to Lovers - Accidental Confession Part 2

“I have the worst headache.” Wilbur groans, rubbing his temples while collapsing into the chair next to you.

You poke at the cheap hotel breakfast, trying to ignore the nerves fluttering around in your stomach. Last night was fresh in your mind, occupying every bit of thinking space. Wilbur’s dopey grin, his words. The only question was if he remembered it. If he truly meant it all.

From across the table, Ash raises his eyebrows at you. You nudge his foot with yours, a silent threat. If Ash brings it up, you will ensure his suitcase "accidentally" gets left behind.

“Don’t drink so much wine next time.” You suggest, dropping your fork onto the plate. Your plastic fork, might you add. The hotel didn't even offer metal utensils.

“God. I don’t even want to perform.”

“That’s why our concert is tomorrow.” Mark chimes in. “Because we all knew you’d hate having it today.”

“You are a fucking genius, Mark.” Wilbur slumps further down into his chair, and you stand. Joe doesn't even look up from the plate of food he's absolutely devouring.

“I have to grab my wallet. Anyone else need stuff?”

Silently, you pray they let you go alone. Really, you only think you could face Mark or Joe right now. Even though Wilbur was the one you were trying to avoid, Ash definitely knew something was up between the two of you. And that was assuming Wilbur didn't run his drunk mouth last night.

“I’ll come with you.” Wilbur quickly says, also getting up. “To grab Ash’s camera.”

A rush of nerves fills you, but you shrug. He hasn’t said anything about last night yet, so what are the chances he’ll say something now? Or at least that's what you're telling yourself.

The two of you walk down the halls in complete silence. You attempt to focus on anything but his presence beside you. The blue carpet, the beige walls. You’re suddenly really fucking glad your rooms are on the first floor. An elevator ride might've killed you. You couldn’t just forget what he said, not when you so desperately wanted it to be true.

“I’ll grab my wallet while you grab the camera?” You suggest, unlocking your door with a swipe of your keycard.

Wilbur follows you into your room though, not going along with your plan. “We aren’t in a rush. Are we?”

“Maybe.” You grab your wallet off the bedside table, turning to see him lingering by the doorway when you make to walk out. “Time-wise it made more sense, but if you want to be slow-“

He reaches out and loosely grabs your wrist, making your words die in your throat and your legs stop moving. It's the contact, more than anything else. The feeling of his warm hand touching your skin makes your heart pound wildly.

“Calm down, okay? I can tell you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous." You boldly lie, barely able to look him in the eyes for a second.

"I'd like to think I know you well enough to know when you're lying." He scoffs. "If this is about last night-"

"It's not. About last night, that is." You cut him off.

His hand falls away from your wrist, but neither of you moves from that too-small doorway. Part of you mourns the loss of contact, while the other part is just trying to calm your heart before you go into cardiac arrest.

This is a challenge, one you can't back down from without losing. You're more afraid of what he's going to say next than anything that happened last night. Will he drop it? Unlikely, Wilbur also never backed down. What will he say?

"No?" He asks, and you pick up on the glimmer of amusement in his tone.

"No."

"So you aren't interested in if my feelings changed at all from last night then?"

Your eyes are drawn to him in surprise, only to see him grinning at you. Shit. You've played directly into his trap. This is why you don't play chess with him anymore.

But you'd be lying again if you told him no. Every bit of you was itching to know if he really meant it last night, to the point that you could jump out of your own skin. Every bit of you was hoping to hear things hadn't changed.

"Have they?" You speak so quietly that he has to lean in close to you. Or maybe he's just leaning in because he wants to.

You can't look away now, not from him. For a second the entire world seems to hang in its balance around the two of you.

"Lets check."

His lips crash onto yours, and he's suddenly kissing you. It hardly takes you a second to register what's going on and kiss him back. Wilbur braces an arm on the doorway behind you, and the two of you pull apart.

"Have an answer yet?" You ask.

"I think I need another kiss to tell. What do you think?"

"Yeah, I think that would help."

This time, when both of you manage to pull away, he steps out of the doorway. You follow after him without hesitation, letting the hotel door shut behind you with a soft click.

"Yeah." He nods.

"Yeah?" You echo, confused.

"Yeah, my feelings have changed." Your heart drops. His feelings have changed? After you fucking kissed? Twice?

"I definitely like you more than I did last night." He grins, and you hit his chest.

"Asshole!"

Wilbur laughs loudly, and you find yourself grinning with him.

[devisopod]

Levity Creek!

Chapter One (?)

Grammar? I hardly know 'er

I really need to brush up but we're going right for it instead. Don't know how often I'll update this, or if it'll get any reception at all. Here you go, folks! Don't expect too much to happen right away.

____

Entry 1.

You know, I'm not even sure I could tell you the last time I spent three hours on the phone with someone. Let alone someone I felt growing further from my touch each year, but it was like the connection never really left as soon as we spoke. Hell, it felt like a blessing to hear from Fiddleford — some kind of proverbial spark reignited. Sounds silly, but I swear it's like we were kids all over again.

He always was as friendly as they come, and damn it if I didn't looked up to him for it. The guy could make a friend quicker than I could get my mouth open. Then again, I hardly ever did open it.

Fiddleford's still everything I knew him to be, actually. I guess I'd just been afraid that we were too different nowadays to be as close as we were. After all, he's got a kid now. Tate. How about that?

In his fashion, he forgot why he called me until the very end. He landed a freelance job up in Oregon that he wants my help with. I don't think I've ever agreed to anything quicker. If it'll get me outta here for a while, it's a gift.

I'm heading for Oregon tomorrow. Hope my van makes it.

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If it weren't for the obnoxious rumble of the engine and the undeniable need to keep the vent windows open to accommodate it, I might have been able to hear the radio. Every now and again, I manage to hear the static of leaving and entering broadcast range — sometimes a dull guitar riff, but nothing satisfying. The speaker nestled in the driver's side has been busted for as long as I can remember. I think I've started to enjoy complaining about it, so I reckon that's why I never fix it. No, instead, I get to sit with my thoughts and a rattling doghouse. In hindsight, it was a miserable choice to make for such a long drive.

In fact, driving from the East Coast to the West Coast in a metaphorical brick, which reaches fifty-five miles an hour on a good day, is undoubtedly one of the stupidest decisions I've ever made. Sure, I could have flown, but then I would have left this marvel of machinery behind. And what am I without my office?

From floor to roof, I'd turned the back of my van into a space as comfortable as my apartment back home. More often than not, I spent my time in it. As long as I could hook it up to a power source, I could relax on the beanbag chair and type for hours. I've gotten better sleep and more work done in the back of this van than anywhere else to tell you the truth. At least, that's been the pattern so far. I'm starting to hope that Oregon changes that. I could use a change.

While I'm excited for the job, it's bound to be a big adjustment. From what I understand, which isn't a lot mind you, Gravity Falls is the town sending out contracts for the construction of the software service. When Fiddleford mentioned the name, I thought he might have been joking, but then I got the document in the mail. It looked incredibly legal, not to mention formal, for such a small job in a place that can only be described as "nowhere". Then again, most places were keen on adapting to new systems so they don't get too far behind.

It sort of made me wonder if the whole "nowhere" front has a purpose. After all, I did sign something that effectively mirrors an NDA.

By the time I reach Oklahoma and park, I recount that I've stopped about ten times for one reason or another. I had stayed in Memphis last night, which wasn't much of an annoyance, but the stops prior had been. A flat tire, the engine stalled, I suddenly really had to use the bathroom. Though that last one seems more like a poor lunch decision, I could almost swear that it was like the universe telling me to turn around and go back home before I got too far. I'd considered it while cursing over the carburetor as it hissed at me.

The only reason I still lay here in my motel with the intention of continuing tomorrow is for Fiddleford if nothing else. I called him when I first got here, half ready to let him know that it's just not a trip I can make, but he sounded so excited that I couldn't bring myself to crush his enthusiasm. He was already planning things we could do and prattling on about places he wanted to take me. The thought of disappointing him seemed wrong.

Pushing the covers of the stiff bed down toward my ankles, I roll onto my side and stare out the window. Each time I shift it feels like I'm getting further from sleep. Either the matress springs make an unholy creaking noise, they press into my back, or the people in the next room over get rowdy.

Eventually, I decide it isn't worth it. If I can't sleep, I may as well get going. So, I grab up my keys and my bag and sling everything into the passenger seat. Slamming the driver's side door shut behind me, I gas up the engine while it whines and protests before it finally relents. It isn't until then that I actually let some relief wash over me.

"I know you're tired," I mumble, "but I gotta get the hell outta Oklahoma."

I started hearing the radio a little more clearly after that.

NEXT

[wr-n]

In which Nightmare checks in with Horror and Killer joins in

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Horror walked down the empty halls searching for the right door. It wasn't very often that Horror had chosen to go to Nightmare's office, but something told him he should be, so he went.

If anything, being called by Nightmare was becoming a great occasion every time he felt that familiar compulsion to seek him out. Like someone held him by his jaws and lured him in.

. . .

He blinked and ended up at the large wooden doors, opening before he tried reaching for the handles.

"Horror." Came Nightmare's silken voice.

Horror couldn't help but smile, his chest warming.

"Yes? You called for me?"

"Indeed I did..."

Nightmare had seated himself in his usual spot behind his desk, cleared of paperwork. In fact, there wasn't a single sheet of paper in sight. He must've cleared them away for the meeting. His thoughts grew muddled with that feeling of being special enough to put effort into.

Horror didn't know when it had happened, but he found himself seated on the floor beside Nightmare's chair, his slick thumb stroking over his cheek.

They found speech unneeded then, too focused on the feelings between them. Affection, calm, obsession, possession. Horror held down the shiver that threatened to race up his spine.

He felt his mind open, and Nightmare was all he was for a moment. A constant dialogue of twisting intents and thoughts. Dark tendrils fill every vacant part of his consciousness.

Nightmare wanted him to get closer to Geno, that was clear, and he mentioned something about embedding the rest of the instructions in him for later. Horror mumbled something, though he didn't know what, he assumed it was to answer a question Nightmare asked. Everything was so soft and warm, his mind only loosely connected to his body at this point.

'Enjoying yourself, love?'

'Yeah... Feels great...'

'Good, good...'

And the god's lips were on his, Horror's hands moving to cling onto Nightmare's clothes as if afraid to be taken away.

He could feel a new emotion bubble up, amusement and envy. They didn't feel his... Killer? He was starting to hear whispers of his thoughts lately...

'Ah, an eavesdropper. Killer, you might as well join us.'

Distant feelings of glee and smugness filtered in, making Horror smile. Typical Killer.

'I guess it's good that we're getting better at communicating now. Even Dust is getting better at reading us.'

'Yes, you are all special. I'm impressed, there are not many that can handle my influence.'

The praise flowed out to all the team members, giving them all a sense of pride and the kind of tenderness they only knew with Nightmare. Cross was the only one confused by it, unaware. The conversation was muddled where Dream's presence filled his mind.

It was painfully clear to the team that Cross wasn't like them, wasn't like the others under Nightmare. It was the way he carried himself and the aura that followed him reeked of Dream. A few times, Horror had to catch himself moving away.

Killer had a far different reaction to it. He had started getting more affectionate and left bites all over Cross, determined to push Dream out of him. The efforts were futile, but that didn't stop the two from locking the doors behind them.

Speaking of, Killer came into the room eagerly, a wild smile stretched over his face before he hugged Nightmare around the neck and kissed him deeply.

'Kissing without me? You'll make me jealous~'

'And indulge your desires? You're spoiled as it is, dear.'

Killer pulled back just enough to laugh softly, letting Horror his chance to stand and get his turn back.

'Cross is at the Star Sanses place. It got so boring here.'

'Mm. He does enjoy flaunting his loyalty to my brother. I'll need to fix that soon.'

Nightmare pointedly sent his sentiments to Dream, making sure he knew of his ire to Cross leaving his fold of influence. For now, he'll leave him be, but he will need to stake his claim in a more permanent way or Cross will end up being swayed by Dream.

A small part of Nightmare, the Passive part, rebelled at the thought of losing what was his. No, he will resolve this matter.

@koreposion

[nightfang22]

The Norski and the Themby-Chapter Three

A/N:I hope you're all enjoying and remember gently that I did write this when i was a teenager so it may not be the best.A special thanks to @p34ch-tr33 for all the support and adoration you have for my work.Enjoy!

Warnings:None

Word Count:2.6k

"Female lead vocalist?" I tilted my head in confusion. These were not words that I was familiar with. Tord cleared his throat and translated for me. "Je zou in onze band zingen. Ons belangrijkste evenement, als u wilt." ("You would be singing in our band. Our main event, if you will.") I gulped. "Ik weet het niet. Ik kan nog niet eens goed Engels spreken." ("I don't know. I can't even speak proper English yet.") Tord smiled and laughed. "Het is maar goed dat de meeste van onze liedjes Norsk zijn. En wat er ook in het Engels is, ik zal het je leren. Het zal gemakkelijker worden door de voortgang van onze bijlessessies, dat beloof ik." ("Well, it's a good thing that most of our songs are in Norwegian. And whatever is in English, I will teach you. It will become easier through the progression of our tutoring sessions, I promise.")  I chewed on my lip in thought. I wasn't completely fluent in Norsk but it was so close to Dutch that it couldn't be that hard to pick up on, right? And this seemed like it would be lots of fun. As I continued to contemplate, I heard Patryk gasp. Looking up at him, I saw him faint. That's when I tasted it. Blood. I had bit my lip so hard in thought that I must've accidentally bit through it. I ran my thumb across my bottom lip, smearing the ruby liquid on my finger. Shrugging, I licked it off like it was nothing. I looked at Tord and Paul. Paul was tending to the passed out Pat while Tord was still looking at me expectantly. He was waiting for an answer. Finally, I smiled and nodded once. The grin that broke out on Tord's face was adorable. It wasn't the usual cocky smirk I've seen all day. It was a real, goofy teenage boy smile.

Tord and I sat at his desk in his room as he tried to get me to comprehend the concept of cheese. "Okay, okay. It's like…chewy milk?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the left. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tord sighed. "Not quite but, you're getting closer." I rubbed my eyes and yawned sleepily. Tord turned his attention back to me, swiveling in his chair. "You're tired? Perhaps we should take a break." I could only manage a nod as I looked at the clock. It was half passed eight. My eyes bulged. "Faen! I'm late for dinner! Frost is going to kill me!" I yelped. I started hyperventilating. Tord put his hand on my shoulder and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Nei, he won't. I'll take you home and explain everything to your family. I'm sure that you're parents will be pleased with you making such a nice new friend." There it was again. That smirk. For his sake and mine, I hoped to Thor he was right. We hopped in his car and he drove me home. I gave him directions and it looked as though we didn't live terribly far from each other. At least cycling distance. We pulled up in front of my house. It wasn't much of a spectacle. It was painted a pretty shade of peach on the outside and it was two stories. Mine and Frost's rooms were on the second floor while our parents stayed on the ground floor. He got out and opened the door for me. He squeezed my wrist in reassurance but I was still very afraid. I opened the door slowly and walked to the kitchen, hoping that I hadn't missed dinner after all. Turns out, I was right on time. Papi was just setting the table and Moeder was pulling desert out of the oven. I internally sighed with relief. That's when a cough was heard behind me. I turned around to see Frost standing there with his arms crossed and glaring at Tord. "Nearly late." His Dutch accent pooled venom in his words. "But I'm home now. So you can chill." I muttered under my breath. "Papi, Moeder, Dette er min venn Tord. Kan han bli til middag?" ("Dad, Mother, This is my friend Tord. Can he stay for dinner?") My mother had this small smile on her face as she looked over at my father. He looked Tord up and down from head to toe before motioning for us to sit at the table. Tord took a seat next to me and Frost sat on my other side, glaring at his plate. I cleared my throat. "Um…could we maybe speak in English at dinner tonight? It would really help me practice." I looked around at everyone praying to Loki that I had used the right words. My parents beamed at me as they nodded their heads with excitement.

The usual dinner conversations began. My parents spent most of dinner asking Tord questions about himself, his family, his hobbies, etc. When Tord mentioned that he was in a band, my father's eyes sparkled. Oh no. Here it comes. I looked over at Frost and he looked over at me as we sank into our seats lowly as our father began recounting the days of his mariachi band 'The Cobras'. "Papi, you're embarrassing me." I mumbled. Tord just chuckled as he saw my bright pink complexion. "So, Tord. What kind of band are you in?" My father asked. It was Tord's turn to get excited. A grin broke out across his face as he started talking about his Norski rock band. I tuned in when I heard Tord say my name. "And Lyric has so kindly agreed to be our lead vocalist. They have an excellent voice. You have one talented star on your hands Mr. and Mrs. Aries." Tord said, smiling. It was a genuine smile. I could even see a gap in his two front teeth that I'd never noticed before. It was kind of cute, if I'm honest. I blushed at the thought. My parents beamed at the compliment. "Please, you can call us mom and dad if you like. Any friend of Lyric's is family." My mother threw in. I hid my face by pushing my frijoles around with a fork and looking down. "Mom." I whined through my teeth. This only managed to make Tord chuckle more. "So, you're part of a band now, Paardebloem. That's pretty exciting!" Moeder tried changing the subject once she realized I was flushed and embarrassed. Tord smirked at me a quirked a brow up. "Paardebloem?" I bit my lip which was still sore from earlier. I could only nod. "We call them that because they loved dressing up as a paardebloem when they were a little kid." My mother supplied. My face's shade visibly darkened. "So, do you guys have a practice schedule or anything?" Tord nodded. "Every day after school from 3 to 7. And I'm tutoring Lyric in English so that could always take place after until about 9 if that's alright." Frost looked as if he was about to interject when my father butted in. "Absolutely! You keep them as late as you want! I'm just glad they are finally leaving the house!" My father laughed. My brother's jaw dropped. "But Dad! They're teenagers! They could be lying! What if he's just trying to use her? He's no good, Pops!" My jaw dropped at his words. "Jij klootzak!" ("You son of a bitch!") I stood abruptly. Tears were beginning to well in my eyes. My brother had never acted to rudely before. The Frost I know couldn't even hurt a fly let alone call someone he just met 'no good' or a 'liar'. "Papi, Moeder. May we be excused?" I held back a sniffle as a tear ran down my left cheek, tracking black eyeliner with it. My father looked taken aback by Frost and looked to my mother. She was tight lipped but nodded. Frost went to stand and Papi's hand shot out to grab his wrist across the table. "Not you, young man. We need to have a serious talk about your behavior and how it's affecting your sibling." He said sternly. Frost glared but nodded, returning to his chair.

As I turned to head towards the front door, Tord's wrist in my hand, my mother spoke up. "Why don't you show Tord around, Paardebloem? You can show him your studio if you'd like?" My face flushed pink. I softly smiled while nodding. I detached from Tord to give my mother a hug. She rubbed my back comfortingly and gave me one last squeeze before whispering in my ear. "Just don't be too hard on your legs, okay?" I nodded softly as I pressed a kiss into her hair. She let me go and I asked Tord if he'd like a tour. He nodded and I looped my arm in his, starting for the living room. "So this is the living room. That's my Papi's recliner," I pointed to the periwinkle velvet chair in front of the tv, "and that's my Moeder's loveseat." I gestured to the purple mini couch next to the bookshelf filled with Dutch romance novels. "What's that?" Tord asked. I turned my head to see what he was talking about. He was staring at the wall of family photos. I tugged him over to it. 'This is what my Papi refers to as "The Aries Family Wall of Fame'. Anybody important enough to be on this wall is drilled into our family forever." I looked up at Tord. He was looking at all of the photos of my family. We all looked quite a lot alike. I noticed his eyes straying back to one specific photo. "Who's this?" He asked. I peered closer at the photo. It was my little sister, TJ. "Oh, that's my little sister. She died when she was one." I said. He looked apologetic. I shook my head. "It’s okay. I was only four when it happened and I barely remember it. Come on. There's more to see." I pulled him all around the house. I showed him my mom's office where she spends all day writing her novels, my dad's piano room, my brother's indoor batting cage, etc. That's when we came to my room. Honestly, I was kind of nervous to show Tord my room. I mean this is my sanctuary. It represents everything that I am in one room. I took a deep breath as we entered. "And this is my room." I walked in before him and outstretched my arms. He looked around the room almost fondly. Tord observed the posters and framed sketches on my wall. "These are incredible. Your room is really nice." He complimented. "Thank you but we're not done yet." I grabbed his hand and led him to a ladder under a hatch on the ceiling. He looked at me quizzically as I grinned. I pulled down the hatch and climbed up the ladder, motioning for him to follow. We were now in what looked to be an observatory. All rounded glass doming is what constructed the room and everywhere you looked there was some type of artistic medium. There were easels and canvases and paint. There was a computer for digital art. There was a mic stand and amps with a DJ set up. Anything artistic that you could think of, I had it. "This is my studio." I said. I flopped down on one of the chairs in front of my mic set up and Tord joined me, looking around the room in awe. "This is amazing. You must spend a lot of time here, yeah?" I nodded my head looking up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "It's the one thing that no one can ever take away from me." I looked at Tord and he was looking at me with a soft smile. "I'm surprised that your english is so good." I nodded my head. "These are all words that Frost has used with me before." Then I remembered his actions downstairs and at school. "Also I'm really sorry that he was so rude to you. He's not usually like that." I looked at my hands in my lap. Tord came over and sat on the arm of the chair I was in. "Hey, it's okay. Really. People usually have a bad first impression of me. I'm used to it." I looked up at him and he was really close. Subconsciously, I leaned in closer for a better look. I hadn't noticed before but Tord had a light dusting of freckles across his cheeks. He had a pretty sharp jawline as well. His eyes were a gorgeous silver color in the direct light. He was beautiful. I felt his hand find it's way into my hair and he started to lean in. His eyes were heavily lidded and he mumbled something in Norwegian. "Hm?"

There was a knock on the hatch and we broke apart. I opened it to see Frost. "Ja?" I asked. He looked from me to Tord with distrustful eyes. Frost had never looked at me like that before. It was almost scary. "Mom and dad say it's time for Tord to go but you have permission to go to his house or he can come here as much as you both would like." He grumbled as he climbed back down my ladder. I looked at Tord apologetically. He waved a dismissive hand. "It is pretty late and a school night. I'll see you in class tomorrow?" He asked as he walked back downstairs with me. I nodded. "Yeah, want me to walk you to your car?" I asked. He nodded and said his goodbyes to my brother and my parents. Frost just crossed his arms and huffed while my father shook his hand happily and my mother hugged him, telling him he could come by as much as he'd like and that he was such a nice young man and that we'd make adorable babies. "Moeder!" I grabbed Tord's hand dragging him out of the house as fast as I could. We walked up to his car and he looked at me. It was silent for a second. He cleared his throat. "I uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Lyric." He waved before climbing in his car. That's when something hit me. "Wait!" He turned to look at me. "When we were upstairs, in my studio. You said something but I didn't hear you. What did you say?" He chuckled. Walking closer to me, he put one hand on my cheek while the other held my waist, pulling me flush against him. "I said, 'Pokker, du er vakker, løvetann'." ("Damn you're beautiful, dandelion.") That's when he did it. He leaned in, closing his eyes, and kissed me. It was my first kiss. My eyes fell shut as I kissed back. He tasted like cinnamon and spice. The kiss ended all too soon for my liking. "I'll see you tomorrow, løvetann~." And with that, he got in his car and drove away. I walked back inside to see that my mom was grinning at me. Before she could bombard me with questions, I ran up to my room. I flopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text from Tord.

Tord: Yes, I still have your bike and yes, I'm picking you up for school tomorrow. You won't be biking to school ever again if I have anything to say about it. ;)

I giggled and just sent back a smiley face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[thewritersaddictions]

(R/P) Drabbles: Vernon & Ciri- For Us

Vernon was smelly and he looked like he had just walked through hell. His tunic was unstuffed from his trousers and he walked into their home with a slight stumble on his left leg.

Ciri had only been home just a few moments before she heard the door creak open and the footsteps of her lover behind her. "Vernon are you home?" she yells out into the empty space of the house. Vernon voice is dry and raspy, "Of course, my love." It's funny because even though Vernon is dog-ass tired he still loves the sound of Ciri's voice.

It's soothing to him, and makes him feel warm. It almost cuddles him with soft and soothing words that make his heart slow down and his mind calm.

Vernon walks into their shared bedroom. The bed is still made, but the sound of undressing and clothing shifting is coming from their bathroom. Ciri sticks her head out of the door frame.

"I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water." Vernon's eyes light up, and he can see the tops of Ciri's breasts. When he walks in Vernon can see the pile of clothes on the floor. He starts to undress, his muscles ache and he tries not to wince at the pain of a few new fresher scars that litter his body already.

He let's his clothes join the pile of discarded cloths on the floor. Ciri is already inside the shower, water alreayd pumping through the system. Allowing for a steam filled bathroom. Vernon glaces himself over once more before he let's himself into the shower.

"Hi" Under her breath, Vernon nods and responses with the same. "Hi" It's the first time they've seen each other in a few days. A day a part can do a lot to a person like the tow of them. Extra days a part do a lot more to these two.

Ciri rests her her head on Vernon shoulder. The two of them stand in the waterfall. It feels like forever until Ciri starts to trace the scars on Vernons skin. Vernon can't help but sigh at the soothing feeling that washes over him. "Do you want to know someting Vern?" Ciri asks into his shoulder. He hums, and let's contiue on with her thought. "I wish for a lot of things." she looks up at him, wide eyes that make Vernons heart beat a little faster.

"What do you wish for Ciri?" Vernon ask with the breathe he had been holding. "I wish that if I .' She starts butthen stops looking at Vernon directly like she's afraid he'll see her blush. Her gaze goes to his scars, older ones at first then to newerm fresh ones. "I wish that if I could kiss pain away. I would kiss your scars away." Her words are soft and don't do naytjing but make Vernons heart melt even more.

There's a hefty laugh behind his chest. Ciri looks offened at first, "Oh sweetie. I'm not laughing at you just love you is all." Says without even thinking at all. From that point the showers is dealt with quickly. The two help each other, Vernon washes Ciri's hair. Two large hands massageing her scalp, and Ciri washes away the dirt and dired blood.

When they get out the two dresss quickly. Vernon is more alret now. Ciri is taken to reading a few passages of her book she collected long ago. Ciri tires to coax Vernon into reading with her, or doing anything that requires excessive energy. Vernon isn't having any of it. He shrugs and lands on the chair next to her. "I honeslt;'y would rather die then read any sort of book." Bluntly his words come out.

Ciri sighs and nudges him with her shoulder. "Fine." He says with a roll of his eyes. "I've just had a rough couple of days and honestly all I want right now is a drink, and someone to cuddle with…" The sentence is cut short with Vernon getting up to get himself a beer. Ciri smiles at the words of cuddling. "Why didn't you say that earlier?" Throwing her hands up the book get's thrown off the the table and into the air until she claps her hands together.

Vernon smiles at her childish actions, "Let's go then!" Dramtically she tugs Vernon and his drink into their bedroom. They slip under the sheets. Warmth engolfs the best ofthem in the best way possible. Ciri warps herself in Vernon's arms giving him only a second to place his drink before he scoots down the bed to get into a comfoetable position. "Are you comfortable?" A faux attitude. Ciri can't see vernon rolling his eyes but it happens. "yes." It's quite but makes Vernon laugh a hearty, heavy laugh.

It goes silent between the two of them. Ciri can hear Vernon's heartbeast up agasint her ear. And Vernon is playing with a string of silver hair from Ciri head. It's a calming, peaceful time. Out of nowhere Ciri says into the thin, cold air. "I want to marry you." So matter of factly. "Alright." Vernon response, "but let's plan that tommorrow."

Completed on: 03/13/23

Posted on: 03/24/23

The Hero's-

[indie-bard-maiden]

~The Morgue~

(the afterlife story, apart of my short story collection 'The Ballad of Hollowfaye', also available to read on wattpad)

Fallon Noot must make her choice at The Doors of Death.

Genre: Dyin' and Cryin'

Word Count: (to be determined)

"Come, come now, don't be afraid."

The orb-spirit of the red-haired witch hesitates over her body on the metal table. She's been clean of the blood and all the parts are in the right place now, only not in. Just lying there. Semi-put together.

"I don't like this. It's too meta." She shivers though her aura no longer feels temperature. How confused she must be. Poor wretch.

I lead her on, "Well, come then. We'll go to the Doors of Death now and you can make your choice."

"A, that doesn't sound very inviting, and B, what choice?"

I force the entry way to aparate in front of us. It obeys mindlessly as it is a door.

"It's quite warm, actually. And you will choose what you will do for the rest of your eternity."

We walk through. There is a large stone archway on the other side of a cobblestone bridge. On either side of us are waterfalls. All around us is darkness. There is no top or bottom. Only eternity.

"But that's such a long time." She says as we pass along, quietly, peacefully, no pain or coldness. "How will I know I'm making the right choice?"

I place my hand on her shoulder. Or at least. Where her shoulder would be if she had a mortal body. "Because there is no right or wrong. Only what you wish to be for you." I hold the door open for her, and she takes a deep breath before she passes through.

There's the clicking of a typewriter. The smell of the old books on shelves in the circular room. A fireplace across from the door. A counter with an elderly man with glasses penciling in his logbook with a quill, now and then dipping it into the ink pot and clinking it against the rim to rid it of any excess. There's a fluffy couch in the center of the floor atop of an even fluffier rug. A coffee pot in the corner, though there are no corners, from which a warm buttery, nutty, chocolate-y scent pours into the air.

"What... What do I do?"

I lead her to the old man, "We have an appointment."

His voice is warm and soft and gentle, eternal sleep in a larynx, "Busy night, Maeby?"

"Definitely."

He licks the point of his pen and flips the page. He tsks as he slides down the names and taps when he lands on hers, "Ah, yes," he looks up at her over the brim of his nose, "Fallon Noot, is it?"

"Yes, sir."

He stands from his chair and walks around the table, "Too young, eh? You're always too young or too old. No one ever goes who's just right." He leads her to the double doors, hidden behind a stack of books on the other side of his desk. "Well, off you go. Don't worry yourself about it too much. You got along before and you'll get along now."

"Thank you, sir." Her voice is small. Resolute. A lost soul nowhere near found.

She passes through first, and I follow her. I don't say goodbye to the man. I'll see him again soon. Shortly, even, with another lost passerby awaiting their eternal destiny.

This room is colder. Wider. No decoration or furniture. No smells or discernible place where the dim light pours in. Just counters that reach for the skies and a stone floor that's cold and empty. The beings atop the counters can't be seen, only heard. Falloon looks back at me.

"What now?"

I nod towards the sky.

"Fallon Noot." An androgynous, ambiguous voice that sounds like a cluster of beings unified as one. They're not cold or empty or frightening, only strong, powerful, and sure of every secret of the universe, of all matters life and death. "A choice you must make; a path you must take. Which shall be yours."

A golden light forms in the left corner of the ceiling, flows down slowly, along the floor, and stops just at her feet. And it forms a doorway on the wall. Through the golden light and shimmering essence are her family who've passed. Those who've chosen being reunited with family as the most important peace.

A man and a woman stand closest to the opening, smiling at her, tears in their eyes. They wave at her. They don't tell her to pass through or gesture her to come forward. They know it's her choice. And they'll forgive her if she chooses another path.

A second light, this one metallic silver forms in the right corner of the ceiling and rushes down to the ground. It reaches her feet before she's even fully registered its presence. Its doorway is a circle, a tunnel, a dark glimmering crawl space.

There's her as a baby, as a child, a young girl. It's a chance to relive the life she loved. To relive it forever, forever knowing what awaits her, but never having to replay the end again. Getting to see the family she loved again, to see the friends she knew, forever and forever. Only choosing to relive her happiest moments if that's what she wished.

To the left-middle, beside the golden light, a blood-red light oozes down the walls, slowly, so slowly she distracts herself with the other two options while it finishes forming the opening and closing doorway. There's a beat from it. A subtle thump thump thump.

And then there she is, on a hospital sonogram. Her first heartbeat being recorded for a crying mother to hear. A new her. A new life. A new soul fragment. A new family. A chance to experience the world over again with a fresh start. A chance to find another way at life; a chance to try the things she never got to before; a chance to get things right or to get things totally wrong. Complete reincarnation.

Beside it, to the right-middle, a flourish of green leaves grows down the wall. Winding and braiding along the floor. The branches open up to a reveal a door that reveals... Nothing...  To pass through means to sleep forever. To feel no pain, to have no worries. To be warm and comfortable, and having a dreamless rest that you never want to wake up from and never will wake up from. Eternal peace.

And then, the very last choice for her, a black cosmos lights up in the middle. It dims the light of the others, though there's no way to see exactly what it holds in store, for it's a gamble. The path least chosen.

To face punishment for all of your mistakes. To feel all the pain you've caused, to hear all the things you've said to people that you regret, to relive all your greatest mistakes, to rebreak every bone you've ever broken, to face all the demons of your past. The worst pains imaginable over and over and over.

And if you survive without succumbing to the suffering, if you make it out stronger, more aware, more forgiving of yourself, and more understanding of your mortalhood, you will be granted a gift. Immortality and godhood, a gift that encapsulates your entire soul. The ability to make a new name and legacy for yourself.

She stands back. Knowing all the options, she's overwhelmed.

"I... This is too much..." She turns to me, "I can't choose. I can't choose just one."

She steps out of the center of the floor, and I urge her back. "You must. Go with your instinct. Remember, there is no right or--"

"The fifth one, final answer. I'm conceded enough to be a god, and I think I've got what it takes to make it through."

I'm taken aback, as she crosses her arms. Or what would be her arms. I clear my throat even though I haven't the need, "You could relive being disemboweled again."

"Well, I survived it once, didn't I? What's one more time for godhood?"

"You didn't..."

"Whatever," she waves me off, "I thought nobody was allowed to influence me." She looks up at the cosmological beings in the ceiling. "I choose the black one. I want to be a God."

The room tilts from side to side, jilts on its axis, spends in circles. The lights from the other doors revert: her family stepping away from the doorway, trying to hide their frowns about having not been reunited; her life in the silver metallic fading forever, being forgotten forever, being eaten by time and space; the vines from the fourth door rot and wither away; the heartbeat in the third door fades into silence, the mother's baby being lost. The last sound being from the next appointment.

"I'm sorry," The doctor echoes, "I can't seem to find a heartbeat." The door swallows itself whole, dissolves into nothingness.

All that's left is the black cosmos. It expands and expands, taking the walls and the floor with it. Fallon falls to her knees.

"What is this?" She screeches.

"Your test," I mumble though she can no longer see me, can no longer touch me as I become one with the darkness, "begins now."

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