#so my lungs said nope girl bye!

[einaudis]

Hello... It's me... The one who planned to go see Challengers today... And couldn't because got sick!

[katrina407]

"Another one has gone (bit the dust or

Okay here it goes, there was a young man , kept to himself (most times) has left the shelter, He (as far as i know did not do drugs

He had a older Girl cat, But boy was he ANGRY today, i was leaving <cause No food was edable, NO coffee was served

And well a few hours I brave the Oh o man winter blew me here miles in fact to write this,

Anway The Guy "Mac" took his clothes(in a Bag) his beloved Kitty (travel carry) GONE

in a Cap Where he goes i don,t KNOW i

would of said a Good Bye but you know Cabs the meter is running and in a Hurry ,, me too to get out, oh hot shower time AGAIN ms bandshee YELLING at THE TOP of her Lung s cAN,T i have asked Nice NOPE

then get this she expose herself, in just (Half Naked she is

Nooo Lady (like me, Then she does another weird thing Kissing the ground she is WEIRD i hope i never see anyone like her again!!

Back to Mr Cat guy well

in September we took a cap,

On the way back i did,nt have enough$$ or my Card so

he was nice enough to me, paid(hey it wa sonly $14 to get back but

still that was nice of him

End of story folks

oh they said wheni arrived (May 2024, ,,,Its dixie Good shelter

I have had nothing but grief, upsetness, even a xxx assualt, another assuat

By a crazy Hate to swer BITCH

then also before i left, another crazy gal, she is playing with and staping up the TOILET paper

[ravenadottir]

How would the LI's be with a "I hate everyone but you" MC? My wife is like this and I literally have never had a moment of insecurity in our relationship when she'll point a deadly glare at anyone that'll even look at her flirtatiously like an insect she wishes was smaller so she could squash em.

Doesn't like anyone near her breathing bubble, stiffens up at hugs. She isn't malicious but wouldn’t necessarily go out of her way to smile and be friendly with others. But her entire face lights up and she's the first to greet me when I show my face anywhere.

Is literally the sweetest partner I ever had, she'll squeeze the air out of my lungs with a giddy hug at all my accomplishments. Even tiny things like showering since my depression has been really severe lately. Listens to me rant about Litg bullshit even though she cannot understand who Jo is and why she's a bitch because I talk too damn fast.

Adopted a turtle after I said I had always wanted one as a child but couldn't have any pets due to helicopter parents. Had an entire bubble bath ready and massaged my feet after we returned home from the hospital because ✨SEIZURE DISORDER✨ we love that...

I was legit so confused when everyone thought I was bonkers for being with her when we first started dating. Like "how could you say that? She's paradise🥺"

I've been ranting for centuries here, but like, I love my woman. Bye~

this ask is so fucking wholesome and i love that you have someone like that with you. it's really endearing how much you love her and WE-FUCKING-STAN. i reckon someone like that doesn't need anyone's approval so it's easier to just not care.

"How would the LI's be with a "I hate everyone but you" MC?"

li's that would start dating her but it wouldn't last:

bobby. it becomes aggravating to him after a while. he doesn't get along with people that can't socialize.

gary. he likes the mean stuff she might says but mostly worries about her relationship with nan, given his family is so warm. he's not anti-social so it might be hard to be with someone who is.

hannah. also can't deal with someone that might come across as rude. they're not, but that's how they're perceived. she would be embarrassed that the girl isn't warm.

ibrahim. nope! he broke up with someone very similar to that, shannon, and went for a goofy girl, jo. (we also don't stan jo in this house!).

lottie. she likes someone that eventually warms up to people and that's not the case here. she likes coming across as tough but she's really a nice person when she meets people. unless they're priya.

priya. she might get with mc but realize she needs someone to rely on during fun times, that includes socializing. she's always the heart of the place but that only happens when she has some sort of support.

people that would thrive in this relationship:

carl. perfect combo. he has his boundaries and it's nice to have someone that understands them and acts similarly. leaving parties earlier might become a sport.

elisa. very that type. even though she gets humorous, it's mostly to make fun of other people so they would get along great!

henrik. it's canon (alongside a couple of them) that he likes "cold-blooded" comebacks. he's the golden retriever to her bat.

kassam. THRIVING. ABSOLUTELY THRIVING. mc would be kassam with a bra, he would love to meet and date someone like that. the banter would be heavenly and parties they go to brief.

lucas. ALSO THRIVING. the teasing between them would be out of this world. neither of them are really into fake-liking people so they can be both honest about it. plus, he's that type of person.

marisol. that's basically how i see her, so i think she would also be ok with someone like that. "i'm hard on anyone except you" is her life motto.

noah. the difference between him and bobby is that he doesn't need other people's approval on his relationship, and noah doesn't care. he cares more that they get along than how she gets along with others.

[bluejaem]

7 THINGS — J.JH

❝ The seven things I like about you. Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's. When we kiss, I'm hypnotized. You made me laugh, you made me cry, but I guess that's both I'll have to buy. Your hand in mine when we're intertwined, everything's alright. I wanna be with the one I know. And the seventh thing I like the most that you do. You make me love you. ❞ — ♫ 7 things by miley cyrus

↳ PAIRING — jaehyun × gn!reader

↳ GENRE — tooth-rotting fluff lmao, slight angst in the end, post-break-up!au

↳ WORD COUNT — 2.16k ; « 8 min »

↳ WARNING/S — a kiss, mentions of food at one point, like one curse word ig

↳ PLAYLIST — paris in the rain by lauv :: fly away with me by nct 127 :: king of my heart by taylor swift

↳ A/N — perhaps I fell in love with jaehyun while writing this fjsnfjdjf. low-key plagiarised some of my own works while writing this lMaO. Anyways, I just hit my 3-month mark with this blog on this hellsite. So this is a celebratory work ig?

↳ SYNOPSIS — Sure, he broke your heart. But you still weren’t over him. No matter how much you tried, he was the only one in your heart.

And here lie the 7 things you love about jaehyun.

the first thing — your eyes looking in mine

“Ooh, do you remember this one? We took this on our first ever date. You were so cute then — not that you still aren't—” you pulled out the polaroid picture of the two of you from the album and showed it to Jaehyun, who was sitting beside you.

But he turned out to be staring at you.

His eyes were like an empty canvas, gradually being painted with love after every moment that passed. His eyes were always gentle. They looked at you with a softness you had never encountered before. The gaze that was filled with nothing but warmth and fondness. His eyes that spoke a thousand words at once. With a thousand tales to tell.

You were lost.

Lost in his eyes. For who knows how long. But all that mattered was that he was too.

“What?” you giggled when you saw him smile. “nothing, you're just really endearing,” he gushed.

This statement was soon followed by a shy smile taking over your face. He couldn't help but chuckle at this sight. How you'd always shy away whenever he complimented you. Or how you'd try to be the flirty one, but when he said something next, you'd be the flustered one.

He loved the fact that he still had the same effect on you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the second thing — your smile

“hi bubs, and what's your name?” you crouched down to talk to the little toddler holding onto her mother's hand. “I'm Zoey!” the girl replied. 

“Hi, Zoey! I'm y/n!” you flashed her your sweetest smile and put your hand forward for a handshake. She returned your smile with the same amount of affection and shook hands with you.

“And this is uncle Jaehyun,” you take Jaehyun by his hand and make him crouch down beside you.

“Hi, Zoey! That's such a pretty name!” Jaehyun cooed with delight. “Thank you,” the girl giggled, and you did too.

The way his smile grew wider, the dimples making an effortless appearance. He adored you so much, and you had no idea about it.

“Bye!” you waved Zoey and her mom goodbye and turned to look at a smiling Jaehyun.

His eyes, his lips, and his spirit all at once smiled at you. He paints a ray of sunshine all over his face. His smile lights up your world — always. His smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. In his sweet smile is all the love you'll ever need.

And there you went, falling for him all over again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the third thing — your hand in mine

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he finished tying the black cloth on your eyes.

“with my life,” you replied, feeling the soft fabric of the clothing on your eyes.

“Well, then,” he smiles, taking your hand in his as he leads you to a surprise that awaits you.

The warmth of his hands penetrating through your skin. The way your hand fit perfectly in his. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours was one that couldn't even be described in words.

It felt like holding onto your world at your fingertips and never wanting to let go of it.

“And we're here! Please don't open your eyes until I tell you to do so,” he untied the cloth and ran to the other side.

“Can I open my eyes now?” you snickered because you kind of knew where this was going.

“Yes!” that was the last thing you heard before opening your eyes to a smiling Jaehyun holding a huge card that read, "”ill you be mine again?”

You slowly made your way to him, a candle-lit pathway made just for you. “happy 1st anniversary, love” he gave you a peck on the cheek as he kept the card down.

“you didn't have to do all this?!” you let out a shocked chuckle as you looked at the rest of the decoration. “Now you're making me feel bad that all I did was gift you a bottle of perfume!”

He smiled at your comment and took out something from his pocket. He went behind you, and you felt a cold chain making contact with your skin. He locked the necklace from the back and made you turn to face him.

“Don't feel bad — your presence itself is a gift from heaven above.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the fourth thing — your ears when you're shy

You woke up to the sound of the sizzling of eggs on the pan. You broke into a big yawn as you sluggishly made your way towards the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too,” he chuckled when he looked at you barely able to open your eyes.

You instantly found yourself smiling when you heard his voice. You walked up to him and hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulders as he continued cooking.

“we're eating eggs again?” you groaned out of boredom. “What did you want to eat?” He snickered.

You wore a sly grin as an idea hits you at the right moment, "I want you.” you whispered in his ear. His eyes slowly grew wide, processing whatever the fuck that you just said.

He turned around — only to see you, a laughing mess. And as soon as you saw that smirk on his face, you knew it was time to run.

“aww, your ears are turning red. What happened, loverboy? Were you flustered because of what I said?” You teased him as you both were waiting for the other one to leave their side of the couch and run.

It was one in a million moments when jaehyun was the flustered one, and you were the one who provoked him to be. And so, these moments really had to be the most memorable ones.

“Jae, no–” you sprinted to your room as he followed you. “Let's not–”

Your legs hit the end of the bed, and the next thing you knew was that you had fallen on the bed and jaehyun got on the bed with you, tickling the life out of you.

“Wait, do you smell that?” you said as you sniffed dramatically. Jaehyun stopped tickling you for a moment, and the look on his face when the realization hit him was honestly the funniest thing you had ever seen. You let out the weirdest chuckle when your heard him shouting in horror,

“my eggs!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the fifth thing — your lips when we kiss

"”want a sip?” he offered you his coffee while you were sipping on yours. “How'd you know I wanted to try it?” You let out a soft chuckle while you take his coffee to try.

“I mean, even when you're sipping on yours, your eyes were on my drink. What else should I decipher it as?” he continued walking along with you, smiling when he saw your reaction to consuming his cup of coffee.

You let out a dissatisfied cough after drinking a little bit of his coffee. You hand him his coffee back. “How do you drink that stuff, dude?” you gulped hard, trying your best to get rid of the bitterness by taking long sips of your drink.

“Not like yours is that great,” he said in his cockiest tone in an attempt to provoke you.

You stopped on your tracks, disbelief was written all over your face, “Excuse you, for this is my best buddy!” you scoffed. Well, almost choked, but we won't talk about that right now.

“Then let me try yours—”

“Nope, sorry. And now you've lost the both of us.” Sure, you were fighting like an elementary school kid at that point. But in your defense— yeah, no. You were just being petty, and Jaehyun was just playing along.

You walk ahead of him while he stood there, trying to think of how to get back at you. An idea perks him as he looks at your figure slowly getting smaller the further you walked. He quietly jogged his way towards you, wearing a smug smile on his face.

Oh, dear y/n. You signed up for something you didn't know was about to come.

When he finally caught up to you, he tapped on your shoulder. As a reflex, making you turn around to look at who it was. But instead, you were met with a pair of lips on yours. Not just anybody, but the only guy ever, Jung Jaehyun.

Resistance — was something you were always pretty bad at. And especially when it came to Jaehyun.

No matter how hard you'd try, you always end up giving in. And as a matter of fact, that's what happened then too. He smiled in between the kiss, knowing very well that you had once again given in to him. Your other hand runs through his hair while he pulls you closer to himself, closing any distance between the two of you.

God, you missed kissing him.

He finally broke from the kiss, and started walking, leaving you totally confused. He wore a smile of triumph as he said, "I never liked Mocha anyway," not once did he look back at you before saying that.

For a hot minute, you were pretty confused as to what he meant by that. And that's when you understood that he was talking about the coffee.

You stood there, totally baffled — screaming on top of your lungs while he still kept walking,

“Get back here, Jung gorgeous-ass-man-who-just-tricked-me-like-that Jaehyun!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the sixth thing — your voice when you call out my name

“you coming?” you shouted as you got out of the water, walking your way up to where jaehyun was standing. He seemed to have been writing something on the wetter side of the sand.

“And, done!” He presented you with the small surprise he had prepared for you. You smiled when you saw what it was. He took you by your hand, giving it a kiss before making you stand beside him.

“Jaehyun + y/n forever” he read it out loud while pointing at the sand.

The way your name rolled off his tongue so easily, yet giving it its own unique color. It felt foreign but at the same time, it was so familiar and resounded through your whole self. No matter how many times he calls out your name, something about it still gives you a sense of serenity and you could never get tired of it.

“you plus me forever indeed,” you softly said, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you hugged him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the seventh I like the most that you do — you make me love you

“This is the last one for today, I promise,” Jaehyun said as you both climbed up the stairs of an unknown building. You both entered what looked like an empty terrace with a bench in one of the corners.

He sat on the bench and signaled you to sit beside him. “We're ready!” he shouted.

You were kind of confused by whatever that was going on at that moment. “For what?” you looked at him. Anticipation getting the best of you when you saw the proud look on his face.

“For that,” he put both his hands forward, pointing at the other side of the terrace, basically the wall.

And that's when the led lights lit up, and you could see some words coming the other way like a long led banner.

He read, “There are days when I feel down, and there are days when I feel joy, but the best part of it is going through it all with — you. I know what I'm going to say next is kind of cheesy, but”

This time he turned to you, reaching out for your hand “— will you be my once upon a time?”

It was like the flower of love bloomed once again. There’s something about him that you find so intriguing. Something to his aura that never fails to bring in pleasant surprises. It was like this weird force of attraction that never failed to make you fall for him all over again — if that was even possible. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

But as history has seen it before, every story has an ending. And the one of yours and jaehyun's was of no exception.

© BLUEJAEM, 2021

Tysm for reading! Feedback is very much appreciated <33

[wintersmischief28]

Cursed Vision

​Lucifer walked among the crowds of railway station. Head down avoiding eye contact. He nervously smoothed out the suit he was wearing with his free hand. His other held the suitcase full of clothes and essentials. He rushed to get to his train. He pushed people away to clear a path for him to get into the train.

Suddenly he heard a woman yell poking his shoulder, "Hey Mister!"

"Now What!" thought Lucifer as he turned around.

"You dropped your ticket " said the girl.

"Oh.... Uh... Ok? " said Lucifer timidly as he tried to take it from the girl without touching her hand.

"Oi, what's wrong with you? Not even a thank you for helping you?

"Ehhh well.. Thank you? Can i have my ticket back now?"

"Did you lose you manners somewhere here too? And my eyes are up here not on the ground. Anyways, I am Isadora Fedora, and yes, that is my name and it rhymes. You can call me Isa. Nice to meet you........?"

".... "

".......?"

"Oh..... I am Lucifer Russo "

"Dude, you still aren't looking me in the eye! What's up with that?"

" I am sorry but can i have my ticket back "

"Nope, not till you look me in the..... Hey!!!! That's rude..,so do you just snatch thing out of peoples hands?"

"Only when they take my stuff. Bye."

Isa lunged forward and grabbed Lucifer's hand. He, thought irritated, whipped around to confront her only for their eyes to meet. Lucifer pushed her away.

"No No nononono not again" he whispered as darkness clouded his vision

[andie01writing]

Pretend

“Bellatrix, please…”

“Nope,” I interrupt. “I’ve listened to everything you’ve had to say for the past two weeks. Now listen to me, get your shit and your slut and get out of my house. If you’re still there when I get home then I’m calling the police. Good bye and good riddance.” Taking a deep breath, I try to shake the stress from my body. “Don’t think about him. Focus on your match,” I mutter to myself. Turning the corner, I run face first into a solid body, my phone clattering from my hand. “Fuck,” I growl glancing up to find a bewildered Braun Strowman. “Sorry Braun. Just in a hurry. Forgive me,” I mutter scooping up my phone.

“Bellatrix,” he calls after me.

“No time for a proper apology. Maybe after my match.”

“But…”

“No time.”

“You’re late,” Road Dog states as I arrive at gorilla.

“Aware,” I mutter tossing my phone next to the monitors. “Personal business. Won’t happen again.”

“Let’s make sure of that.”

I throw a thumbs-up over my shoulder as I disappear through the curtain.

XXX

“That was shit,” Mickie growls.

“I know,” I state, pacing. My concretion had been missing the whole match, botching multiple moves before eeking out a victory. The frustration with myself causing tension to roll through my body. “So, shut up about it.”

“Shut up about it? That’s all you have to say about being a disaster in that ring. You almost broke my neck multiple times. I am due…”

“I willbreak your damn neck if you don’t get out of my fucking face right now.”

“You…”

“I will deal with the consequences of my performance. From management, not you. Get the fuck out of my face, now. Now,” I growl when she opens her mouth.

I turn to find somewhere to be alone as Mickie scurries off towards the locker rooms.

“Why the fuck did you let him get into your head? You let him ruin your life now you’re letting him fuck up your career. Is this the legacy you want to leave behind? The pathetic girl who can’t separate her personal and professional lives?” I fight against the vice-like feeling circling my chest as I duck into a side hallway. “Now you’re making yourself sick over the asshole? Great job, Bella.”

“Bellatrix,” someone roars.

“Not someone. You know that roar. It’s Braun.”

“Bellatrix, there you are.”

Glancing back, I find the big man lumbering towards me. “Great. Now you’re breaking down in front of your co-workers.” “I need a second, Braun,” I wheeze moving towards an equipment box.

“Bellatrix?”

“Please. Just give me a second,” I whimper.

“Are you…”

“I’m fine,” I snap and the vice tightens around me. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” I chant.

I’m hoisted up onto the equipment box. “Horse shit,” he states. “You’re starting to hyperventilate. Something is wrong.”

“Just…just…stress,” I wheeze. “Can’t…can’t…stop thinking.”

“About?”

“Things.”

“Okay, let’s try this,” he sighs, placing my hand on his chest. “Breathe with me. Deep breaths. In,” he states inhaling deeply. “Come on.”

“Can’t…breathe…that…deeply. Lungs smaller.”

“Go as deep as you can,” he smiles slightly. “As big as those little lungs will go. That’s good. Again.”

“Bellatrix,” Mickie starts charging down the hall.

“I don’t want to talk to her.”

“What’s going on here?”

“Go away,” Braun snarls.

“Wha…”

“I said go away.”

“We will talk Bellatrix,” she calls retreating.

“I should keep you around,” I chuckle weakly. “Very scary.”

“It’s what I do best.”

“You know she’s going to tell anyone who will listen that we’re down here fucking.”

“Don’t care,” he shrugs. “Feeling better?”

I nod. “Thank you.”

“I’m assuming this Kyle guy that’s blowing up your phone is the cause of your stress,” he states holding up my phone.

“How did…”

“We accidently switched when you ran into me.”

“Fuck,” I groan, digging the phone in my possession out handing it over. “Sorry again.”

“No damage done,” he shrugs as I scroll through the pleading texts.

“I don’t know,” I smirk sliding from the crate. “You’re a thick boy. I might have hurt something internally running into that brick wall you call a torso. Thank you again for everything,” I grin. “I guess I’ll see you around, Pretend Boyfriend.”

“Can’t miss me, Peanut.”

“Obviously,” I chuckle disappearing around the corner.

XXX

“So, what’s up with you and Braun,” Alicia questions as we settle at the bar.

“What’s up with you and Noam?”

“A lot of fun. That’s pretty much all the young ones are good for,” she beams sipping her drink. “But I thought you and…”

“Don’t say his name,” I snap, chugging my beer. “We stopped sleeping together months ago so I did a little investigating. He’s been fucking the town slut in my bed every night I’m on the road for the past four months. Caught them on hidden camera. He’s gone.”

“So, you and Braun…”

“You need to stop listening to Mickie. There is no Braun and me. He helped me through a rough patch, that’s it. Nothing more.”

“Rough patch?”

“Nothing to worry about,” I wave off. “Point is he helped me.”

“He is terrifying. I don’t know how he helped with anything.”

“He’s only terrifying to the weak,” I smirk. “Some of us don’t scare easily and actually give people a chance. He seems like a sweetheart from our limited interactions.”

“Braun Strowman? Monster among men? Ex-Wyatt member? Sweet?”

“Yes, to all of the above.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care,” I chuckle. “Order me another?”

“Sure thing.”

Pushing my way through the crowd, I try to make my way to the ladies’ room.

“Peanut,” someone barks. “Peanut, Baby,” a huge hand wraps around my arm yanking me from the crowd. “This is not what it looks like.” I meet the pleading soft brown eyes of Braun before they skitter to the woman at the bar beside him. The request clear.

“Okay, I’ll play along. What am I looking at? Because from where I’m standing it looks like you’re at the bar flirting with some random…whatever this is,” I snark pinning the woman with a glare.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused. Be somewhere else. Go now,” I snarl turning my back on the woman to stare up at Braun.

“Whatever,” she huffs gathering her things. “When you’re tired of your little bitch, come find me handsome.”

“She’s gone,” Braun mutters.

“Good,” I chuckle lowering my head. “I’m beginning to get a crick in my neck. You’re a long way up there.”

“Let me help with that,” he snickers seating himself.

“Better. Let’s try this,” I smile pulling myself up onto the barstool the woman just vacated. “Still not even but not neck bending.”

“I didn’t mean to keep you…”

“I was going to take a piss,” I smirk. “You didn’t keep me from anything.”

“Except the piss.”

“Took me five minutes to get from the end of the bar to here,” I smirk. “I can hold it until the crowd thins out.”

“I can make a hole.”

“Since you’re leaving me for your man who isn’t your man,” Alicia states placing a beer on the bar between us. “I’m going to find my Scot.”

“Have fun,” I call.

“Always do.”

XXX

“I hate to leave,” I sigh. “But I need to get going. Long drive to the next city.”

“You’re driving tonight?”

“Was gonna head home but changed my plans,” I shrug. “Might catch a couple hours of sleep in the car before I head out but yeah.”

“You could stay in my room.”

“Nope,” I shake my head. “I’ve had too much to drink and I’m entirely too vulnerable for that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I am feeling too raw from my breakup and I get horny when I drink. I would probably climb you like a tree.”

“What would be wrong with that?”

“Seriously?”

“Not going to deny a beautiful woman who needs some release.”

“Never said anything about needing a release.”

“I can tell.”

Sliding into his lap I lean up to press my lips against his. “Not bad,” I whisper against him. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“Just say the word, Peanut,” he rumbles biting my lip.

“Word,” I smile.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Lifting me easily, he never takes his eyes off me as he pushes his way out of the bar. I catch a glimpse at the woman from earlier sneering. I wave as we exit before burying myself against Braun’s neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there.

“Bella,” he groans.

“Hmmmm?”

“I’m not a man built for car sex. So maybe keep that pretty little mouth to yourself until the hotel,” he chuckles plopping me into the passenger seat of his rental.

“Fine,” I pout as he slides behind the wheel. “But you never said anything about my hands.” My hand immediately on the fly of his jeans.

“Bella,” he growls as I wrap my hand around him.

“I’d get to the hotel quickly if I were you,” I tease. “I’d hate for you to blow early.”

“Fuck,” he growls.

We make it to the hotel in record time, his mouth devouring me as soon as the car is in park.

“What happened to not being made for car sex,” I pant as he moves to attack my throat and chest, our hips meeting roughly over and over.

“You and your damn hand,” he growls again.

“Take me to your room and you can have an even better part of me.”

He pulls us both from the car, his mouth never leaving my throat as he navigates his way through the hotel. My hands thread through his hair as my back meets his door. Seconds later we are moving through the room, his hands tearing the shirt from my torso.

“Don’t worry about it, didn’t care about that shirt. But,” I start sliding my bra from me, “these things are expensive so I’d prefer if it stayed in one piece.”

“Beautiful,” he breathes, eyes sweeping down me before his mouth follows.

“Fuck,” I groan as his tongue brushing over one nipple then the other sending want coursing through my entire body. “Braun. I need…”

“What do you need, Bella.”

“You.”

My back meets the mattress as my skirt is tugged down my legs, my panties following as I fumble to tug his jeans down his thighs.

“No going slow,” he rumbles pressing me back into the mattress.

“Don’t need slow,” I pant wrapping my legs around his waist, his cock pressing against my entrance. “Please.”

I groan softly as he fills me completely, his hands wrapping around my hips.

“Good?”

“Excellent.”

“Great,” he grunts slamming into me so hard I lose my breath. One hand wrapping around his wrist to anchor myself as the other slides to rub tight circles against my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper as I tighten around him, my orgasm approaching quickly.

“Come for me,” he growls, his hips speeding even further.

“Braun,” I cry as my orgasm overpowers me.

“That’s my girl,” he groans slamming into me one final time.

“Your girl,” I question as he rolls to his side

“You think I’m letting you go after that,” he chuckles.

“Do I not get a say?”

“Not right now. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight, you’re all mine.”

“I’m not getting much sleep tonight, am I?”

“Nope.”

“It’s going to be a very good night,” I smile.

[marchtomydrums]

In the beginning 6

Alex Cabot X Casey Novak X Reader

Alex’s POV:

Today has been extremely long and I’m ready to go home. Walking into my office I see you sitting on the couch crying.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Your headshot up at my voice quickly drying your tears.

“Alex, sorry I thought you’d be in court. I just came in here for privacy.” You stuttered.

“Why are crying?” I ask sitting across from you holding your hands in mine. You shake your head “Jack fucking railed my ass today. He doesn’t think I’m cut out for this.”

Anger spikes in my body. How dare he? Seeing you hurt and crying because of his words pissed me off.

“I’ll kill him.”

“No Alex, I have to deal with this on my own.”

“But he’s wrong. He doesn’t see you every day as I do. You can do this y/n. He’s full of shit.”

You chuckle at my words squeezing my hands.

“Well, I appreciate that Alex but again I have to do this on my own. I just came in here to be alone. They’re vultures out there.”

“Yes, I’m all too aware. Either way, don’t let Jack or anyone else cause you to doubt yourself. Take it in stride and keep fighting. Understand me?”

“Yes. Thank you.” You lean in to hug me and I kiss the top of your head. As you pull back I can’t stop myself from taking your lips into mine. I don’t stop until my lungs burn for air regretfully I pull away. You lean your forehead against mine our breath mingling together. You stayed like that for a while until you calmed down.

“ Sorry.” You mumbled quietly to me as if you were embarrassed.

“It’s okay. We all have bad days.” I tell you.

“What time is it?”

“7:30 why?”

“Shit! I missed the bus. I’ll have to wait for the one at 9.”

“I can take you home or you can come back to the house with me.”

“I would but I have an appointment tomorrow and the office is closer to my apartment.”

“Okay, well I’ll drive you home.”

“It’s out of your way. I’ll be fine.”

“You think I’d leave you here?” I ask you.

“Get your stuff, I’ll drive you home.”

The drive there is quiet. I keep looking between you and the road trying to see if I can read your expressions. As we pull up I notice it’s not a very good neighborhood.

“This is where you live?”

“Yes.”

I put the car in park as you quickly lean over to peck my cheek and try to exit the car.

“Wait!” I say tugging your arm. You stop to look at me.

“Can I come up?”

“Do you want to?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know. This place doesn’t really seem like your scene.”

I chuckle “let’s go up.”

Walking into the apartment I notice how small it is. The layout is similar to a studio and I’m sure you pay an arm and a leg for it.

“Well, this is it?”

I take a minute to look around. Even though it’s small you’ve made it cozy. My eyes are drawn to the photos on the wall.

“These are beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

I stop to see the blush across your face.

“Wait. Did you take these?”

“Yeah. “

“Y/n these are really good.”

“It’s just a hobby.”

I smile at you as I continue to look around.

“You have a nice book collection. You read a lot?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. This your siblings?” I question holding the framed picture.

“Yeah, two sisters and my brother.”

“You close?”

“Yeah. But I don’t really see them much since I moved.” You say sadly.

“Umm, you should go. Casey is probably wondering where you are.”

“Casey’s visiting her mom tonight. I already told her where I was. She said she was going to call you later on.”

“Oh.”

“But if you want me to leave I can.”

“No.! I just I don’t know Alex, I don’t know how to do this with you.”

“Do what?”

“This! I mean one minute your nice and you want to spend time with me and the next you’re tearing my head off. I don’t know what to do here.”

I’m quiet for a minute processing what you just said. Mentally kicking myself for making you feel this way. Why can’t I just open up to you? Why do I feel like I need to be on guard all the time? I look over to see you watching me.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying. That’s why I came up here. I want to know more about you. I want to have what you and Casey have. I keep fucking it up.” I breathe out heavily.

“Alex, you don’t have to try so hard. I get being guarded but like I’ve said before I won’t make Casey choose. You really need to figure out what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Well, your actions speak louder than your words Alex,” you tell me as you're about to walk off. I grab your arm stopping your escape leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips.

“I want you,” I whisper against your lips. I can feel your smile.

“Let's watch a movie. And ill stay the night if that's okay.” I ask you trying to prove to you that I want this to work. You nod your head yes and we do just that. As much as id love to touch you and kiss I refrain. I want you to be ready and sure before we do anything. I want to be able to love you the way Casey loves you.

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Today has been rather quiet around the office much to your surprise. Alex has you copying some documents and running flies from here to there. You're about to head back to your desk when you see Casey standing across the room. You walk up beside her and lean over to see what she's looking at. There's a girl in Alex’s office, she is young and pretty. The two are laughing as they talk oblivious to the world around them.

“Whose that?”

“Emma something, she wants a job here.”

“And flirting with Alex is going to help her to get it?” I ask Casey jealousy evident in my voice.

Casey chuckles “I guess she thinks so.”

“Hmmph.”

“Yup. I'm just watching.”

The two of you watched as Alex and Emma talked. Emma must be a comedian the way Alex is laughing. You roll your eyes at the laughter that rolls out of Alex’s chest. Casey seems indifferent about it until the girl's hand is on Alex’s shoulder. Her body tenses up for a moment.

“You know if she gets this job she’ll be

Alex’s right-hand man. You will answer to both of them. “

“So you're telling me I not only work for the Ice Queen but Malibu Barbie as well?”

Casey laughs “that's a good one! We should call her that.”

You roll your eyes at Casey as Alex and Emma are walking out of the office. You both smile at the girl as she walks by before making a beeline to Alex’s office.

“Can I help you two or do you just like watching me work?” Alex asked looking between the two of you.

“Does she work here now?” you asked sharply. Alex is taken back by your attitude and is quiet for a minute.

“Yes, she does. She starts tomorrow.”

“Hmmph. “

“Is there a problem?”

“Nope. Not at all. Do you need me?”

“Uhh no. You can take lunch if you want. I figured the three of us would go out.” Alex says looking at Casey for some sort of explanation.

“I’m actually meeting my brother he's in the city for two days. So I'll see y'all later,” you say walking out the door. Alex looks over at Casey shocked.

“What the hell was that about?”

“You were flirting with Emma.”

“No, I wasn't!”

“Looked that way to us.”

“So you're mad at me too?”

“Nah, you know better than to cheat on me.”

Casey tells her nonchalantly. Alex chuckled shaking her head as Casey walked out of the office swaying her hips.

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It's been a week since Emma started and she's already on your last nerve. When she's not asking you to go fetch her coffee she's talking to you about how hot Alex is. You've already told Casey to get the bail money ready because you are about to lose it on Emma. Casey assured you that Emma isn't Alex’s type however, Alex hasn't said a word to you about it. All day long they spend talking to each other and laughing. Meanwhile, Alex barely pays you any attention unless it's to run files or get coffee.

It's late in the afternoon and almost everyone has gone for the day. Casey left early to stay with her mom for the night and you are supposed to be riding home with Alex. However, Emma is still in there talking her up. Finally, Emma is leaving but not before talking to you.

“Your still here?”

“Yup, I'm here when Alex is here so.”

“Oh yeah. She's great isn’t she?”

“Yup. She's something alright.”

“Do you know if she's dating anyone?”

“What?!”

“Alex. Is she seeing someone?”

You're looking for the words but it seems that Malibu Barbie has rendered you speechless.

“Umm.”

“I think I might ask her out. She's hot, god I bet she's good in bed too.”

Emma is going on and on and all you can do is just stare at her in disbelief.

“Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow bye. “

You sit there for a minute replaying her words in your head. Jealousy taking over your body. You shot up out of your chair and into the office slamming the door behind you. Alex jumps at the noise looking at you confused. She called your name but you ignore her as you make your way behind her desk. You pull her up on her feet and kiss her. Your tongue demanding access in her mouth. You grab her ass pulling her closer to you Alex moans in your mouth. You pull back with your lungs burning for air. You look up at Alex who still has her eyes closed.

“Your mine,” you tell her pulling her body into yours.

“I never said I wasn't,” Alex says confused.

“Emma wants to ask you out. She thinks you are hot and good in bed.”

“Well, she's not lying.” Alex chuckled.

“Your mine,” you growled.

Alex looks at you with a smile, her eyes are a darker shade of blue.

“I'm yours,” Alex says nodding her head as she leans in to kiss you once more. This kiss is slower this time. Pulling back you rest your forehead onto Alex’s trying to catch your breath.

“I want you, Alex.” you barely whisper.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Y/n if this is about Emma I promise you that was never going to be a thing. I'd never do that to Casey or You. “

“I know that. It just pissed me off that she was thinking about you like that.”

“So we don't have to do this if you aren't ready. I don't want you to feel obligated or regret it.” You smile at Alex’s words seeing just how sweet she could be. Brushing her hair behind her ears you can’t help but stare at her.

“You’re so beautiful.” Alex blushes at your comment.

“I want you and I know that if I changed my mind you’d still hold me tonight. But I want you Alex. I need you.”

Alex leans in to kiss you again grinning from ear to ear.

“Let’s go home.”

[phantomthiefsbitch]

phantom thief au oneshots p1

"Are you sure we can get away with this?" "Oh no, I'm just bringing you here because I knew we were gonna get caught! Obviously!" "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not at this point." The moon shone over the cracked sidewalk, making the raindrops glimmer like diamonds in the warm sunlight. Skyscrapers towered over everything in sight, blinding us to the far sides of the city. I was assigned a mission. A mission to find the world-renowned phantom thief and send him to justice. Pfft, that's easier said than done. The main plan was simple really. Pretend to be on his side, lure him to an obscure area no one can see, and put him in cuffs. We continued walking towards where ever the hell he was leading me. You'd think a rational person would've backed out. I mean, he could be taking me anywhere! He could be taking me to a fucking torture chamber for all I know! But I'm almost 100% sure that where ever he was taking me, wasn't going to harm me in any way. You see, the thing about the phantom thief is that he hasn't been loved much in his years, meaning if you treat him with the smallest bit of consideration he'll never ever forget it. Fortunately for me, I've studied human psychology for quite some time now, and I've been trying to understand him more using that knowledge. "Welp, we're here!" We stood before the grand building decorated with bright neon lights, forming the words "CASINO" in huge bold lettering creating a city-wide purple light source. Is this really where he was taking me? It seemed so noticeable and obvious. "There's no way in hell that we aren't gonna get caught in there! Are you out of your mi-" I felt a warm finger brush over my lips as I looked down, finding myself staring directly into his eyes. Shhhh, I promise we won't get caught. I have a plan! Just follow my lead, 'kay?!" He lifted his hand off my chin and clutched my hand, walking me to the entrance as he pulled out a key from his hand and unlocked the enormous wooden door. Immediately as we entered, the scent of booze and air freshener filled my lungs. The walls were painted with a red and black checkerboard pattern, complimenting the black marble floor which was covered in old magazines, cigarettes, and empty beer cans. "I know, I know, this isn't the greatest place! But don't worry, my dearest detective, there's more! Follow me!" He ran to a small hallway that blended in with the walls in the corner of the room, leading me to a silver elevator, lined with gold string, making it look like a child's birthday party. The button on the left lit up as he aggressively clicked it, making the doors open into a rather cramped space. The clamping of his boots against the hard marble floor echoed throughout the building as he stepped into the elevator. "Where are you taking me?! I asked for a meetup spot, not a casino!" "Nee-heehee! A casino is technically a meetup a lot, silly! And either way, the whole casino thing is just a disguise for what this place actually is!" The elevator door slowly creaked open, revealing a calm little room. There were maybe around 9 or 10 people there, all doing something different. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to D.I.C.E's headquarters!" he shouted, even though I was the only one entering the room.

[7:18 PM]"Hey, don't you think it's a bit...err...irresponsible to show the person trying to capture you your gang's headquarters? I mean, what if I was with the police?!" "Now now, it's not time to worry about that! Let's just relax! Hey guys, could you leave me and Shuichi alone for a while?! Go to your rooms or something!" As if they were robots, they all got up and walked to the doors with their suitable nametags on them. His smile slowly dropped as he put his hand on my shoulder, looking me dead in the eyes. "Is something wrong?" "Don't play dumb. How could my dear detective do this? I thought maybe someone, anyone, could care about me or even just listen to what I had to say! But it seems as if I was wrong..." Even though he was a liar, he sounded genuinely upset and betrayed. No matter how hard I tried fighting it, I really did feel awful for him. No matter how bad he was, he didn't deserve this. "N-No, you've got it wrong!" I was just following instructi-"

"Oh come on, there's no need to lie! But y'know, I do think there was some truth to your act. Even as a liar myself, the way you talked to me, it was definitely an act out of lust. I mean, if it really was a lie, I'm both upset that you lied to me and proud of how amazing of a liar you are! But I seriously doubt that you were lying." I quickly took my handcuffs out, trying to hide how nervous I was. "You're under arrest. Don't try resisting any further." "Awww, what a shame! But unfortunately, I can't let you arrest me! Sorry not sorry!" "I have a weapon." I exclaimed, pointing my tazer directly at him, feeling my body sway back and forth slowly.

"Nee-heehee! And I don't?" I flinched as he cocked his gun, putting it so close I could feel it brush against my forehead. "I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you try something. I know you don't wanna turn me in. You really do wanna understand me right? Don't you wanna know why a villian like me does so many bad things? Actually, you don't need to answer that. I know you do! So just listen to my plan, 'kay?! You're gonna go over to the cops and tell them that you couldn't catch me in time. Just give me a chance, alright? I mean, you obviously don't have a choice!" His slender fingertips traced my face as he glared deep into my eyes. "You're really pretty, you know that?" My face flushed into a light red shade which I quickly fought against. "Aww, someone's nervous! Well no wonder, you have a gun to your head! Soooo, do we have a deal or not?! Just a reminder, you only choice is yes!" I should've said no, tazed him, and put him in handcuffs. I should've stopped him. But something inside me, I don't know, fear? Lust? Nervousness? Something inside me just didn't let me do that. "Y-Yeah, okay." "Nee-heehee! Yay! Hey, by the way, can I have your number?! Don't you want the nitty-gritty details of my plan?! I know you do!" ... "Riiiight, well, here's my totally legit business card! Alright, bye bye now!" I thought he'd leave a normal way, like through the elevator we came from or like, go back into his room. Nope. He opened a window, falling backwards into the late night streets giggling. No matter how much I tried to bury it, he was right. I felt drawn to him, more than just being curious about his lies and his motives. Maybe I was trying to deny it, not because I was scared of getting fired, but in fear for my own life.

[zaynesaffections]

spiderman kisses with sero hanta

genre: very fluff

tw: none

summary: your sweet Sero, decided to make you help him feel more motivated

Quirk: Cards

y/n gets to trap her opponents, attack and protect, normal playing cards would immediately activate her quirk.

spiderman kisses with sero hanta

reccommended to listen to the playlist while reading!

Another training session at the Ground Beta, but this time it’s a training session between your class and class 1-A. Right now, you’re in the changing room, as it was instructed to wear hero costumes.

“ How’s our Sero doing?” Tsuyu asked and the girls in the room were mentally listening

“ What do you mean? He’s my childhood bestfriend nothing more, nothing less” You try to dodge the question.

“ Don’t try and dodge the question y/n-san, we know you and Sero of class 1-A are—”

“ Sensei! is calling us, hurry up! Bye!” You said, closing the door and sigh of relief.

You immediately left your friends and went to the Ground Beta, some of your classmates and the class 1-A were there already. After a few minutes the class started, Aizawa explained that it will turn into the groups of heroes and villains. Jumping in to the training, you were in the hero group, so right now, you are casually walking in the side walk, alone, playing tricks with your cards, but still alert for sudden attack of the villain group.

“ This is boring! I mean the villain group has great members, but where are they?” While walking, you heard something above being wrapped, looking up to if it was the villain group targeting you.

“ You can’t trick me like this you know! “ You shouted and prepared to use your quirk, unbeknownst to you a familiar hero costume was hanging upside down, out of reflex you punched the mask, breaking it in the process

“ Ow! Y-your punches improved!” Sero’s voice was heard and you jumped.

“ I’m so sorry! I thought it was the villain group, how about I’ll make it up to you like this?” You threw his broken tape helmet and saw his smiling face.

“ You did this on purpose didn’t you?”

“ Nope, I was bored and impatient to wait for the group, until I found you” You caressed his cheek and pressed your soft lips against his. The sweet innocent kiss, made him blush a little.

“ There’s soy sauce! Get them!” Bakugo screamed

“ Han!” You shouted, then tape was wrapped around you and pulled you upwards and hit your cards to Bakugo and he was trapped

“ I got it! Han, please put me down” He tears his tape and lets you down

You took the card and saw a raging Bakugo, trying to escape.

“ As for your reward of listening to me, you get another spiderman kiss” You said and he blushed

The innocent kiss lasted only for a few second though..

“ I KNEW IT!” Denki came in to interrupt and screamed at the top of his lungs

“ This is bad... Denki sometimes can be very loud..”

[mariahthelioness29]

Send the Addy

Pairing: SamBucky x Black! Reader 

WC: 4,279 ( I am theirs, they inspire me) 

Warning: It is absolute filth, my peeps, barely a plot, SMUT, Sugar relationship, D/s dynamics, Double Penetration ( anal & vaginal), oral ( male & female receiving), daddy and sir naming , spitting, edging, rough sex, praise and degradation, blindfold and light bondage... that’s all. 

A/N: This for @blackmissfrizzle and her Frizzle’s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge. I had the song Send the Addy by Flo Milli. 

@siancore @helahades @avintagekiss24 @rasberrylemon @saintsebastian-stan @sapphirescrolls @honeychicanawrites @marvelmaree @honestlyfrance @xbuchananbarnes @blacklavenderjade @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes @deansblackbeauty

After an excruciating week full of all-nighters, tidying final projects and exams. You and your girls are dancing, drinking some strong booze, forgetting the hell you all went through.

Send the addy, starting playing and you stand up from the chair and start dancing 

“Better watch where you steppin', this Gucci is pricey (Hello)

Like a snake on the loose, they gon' bite me

Put it on him, now he callin' me wifey (Ooh)

He tryna cuff but it's hard to indict me

He say he like when I call him daddy (Haha)

Tell him "Pull up" then I send the addy (Ooh)

She keep muggin' me down, she a maddy (Ew, bye)

I got three bitches wit' me, they catty (Ho)”, You sing along.

 You move your hips to the beat going down  till you're squatting near the floor and start throwing your ass back. Your ass shaking going up and down on repeat. 

“Ayeee, show’em what you got, baby”! ,your friend Bry hyping you up while recording.

You stand up running to your friend, laughing somehow feeling a little shy but still feeling yourself. 

“Damn, what’s gotten into you ?, you out here showing out, feeling yourself, but I can not complain I am enjoying it a lot”.Bry inquires, looking you up and down, smirking at you.

“Just happy that for once I was ahead of the curve, did not procrastinate and did all the work like for once I am confident, the finals will  be great”.

You smile at her, both of you sitting close to each other wrapping your arms around each other. You and Bry have been friends since freshman but sometimes you indulge in each other. When there is booze or stress involved, you seek each other's refuge.

 Some heavy twerking to 19, Birthday Cake and WAP, drinking and some heavy making out sessions with Bry and Draya recording it . You send all the videos to two particular men in your contacts. You are all snickering and smiling to your phone. You know you're in for one hell of a night with your daddies.

“y/n, when are you going to tell us the truth? ”,Draya disrupted you from your phone. 

“Tell, you what”. You feign, cocking your head to the side.

“ So you think we blind and stupid, you definitely have a sugar daddy or an Only Fans”.

“That is the same thing, I have been trying to find out”, Bry expressed with faux annoyance rolling her eyes.

“Your skin is glowing, The lace you got, Lace where?, you are not whining about your car problems, the clothes, the jewelry, the nails, like everyone can confuse you with some NBA player’s wife, if they don’t know you.” Draya continued. 

“The rent is paid and everything paid plus a new phone, new laptop. Oh, She gets some Fenty x Savage and Agent Provocateur on the side ”, Bry pipes in.

“Nosey bitch”, you shove Bry and she laughs. 

“ Is he some NBA ,NFL, Major League player, CEO, Rapper, Doctor, Real estate mogul, Politician?”, Bry asked. 

“Nope”, you said while stifling a smile and you took your shot of D’usse. 

Draya slouched more on the chair and sighs. “ Well if she won’t tell Bry, then she is taking that secret to the grave”. 

“Guys, I wish I could tell you but I can’t, I have signed an NDA, I don’t have money or lawyers to fight an NDA breaching just cause my girls want me to kiss and tell”. 

They all rolled their eyes. “Well, if he has friends that want a sugar baby tell’em to send the addy, I am here for the taking ” Bry responded while twirling around and posing. 

You all cackled. 

Little did they know that you were Captain America and the Winter Soldier’s sugar baby. You have to keep it a secret. This can mess up your future career and theirs. 

You start reminiscing, while your friends are having fun. 

You can see what they were seeing. A year and half ago, you were quiet, always tired and not as vibrant. Balancing the little you had, some internships to build your resume and classes, were taking a toll on you. You had the biggest internship. An internship at the Avengers headquarters, with no other than Dr. Bruce Banner and Dr. Helen Cho. If you aced this, you were pretty much settled. The chance of getting a nice job will be high. The internship pay was nice. It gave you some comfort but the hours were outrageous. The internship has some other perks. Seeing Sam Wilson, Captain America and Bucky Barnes, ex Winter-Soldier pass by. 

You seem them pass by hand in hand. They wave at you. You smile and wave back. You hate to see them go but love to watch them leave. They have some nice ass thighs and Sam’s ass in that Cap uniform. You are sure that if you ever had the chance to go to bed with him. You will be groping it all night. It looks so good.  You feel a sort of remorse for thinking that .You can see Sam and Bucky love each other so much and here you are being horny because of Sam’s ass in his uniform.

They were always trying to find ways to be in the lab with you, but you always denied that they were here for you. 

You  became friendly with both of them. You can see there were always lingering eyes or a hug longer than usual but you always thought it is your infatuation playing with your mind. 

That was until the Stark Benefit Gala happened. You were having fun until the party ended and your car decided to die on you. You were standing there, bummed in a beautiful dress. The dress was a courtesy of Dr. Cho. 

They saw you groaning and rolling your eyes in your car. They came to your help. Sam was drunk.  It was late, so Bucky offered you a ride to your humble abode. 

Against your better judgement you decided to ask if Bucky wants to get in your home. He went in. You were sitting drinking some water. You went to your room to get out of the dress and change to some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt. You were talking about T.V shows and he mentioned he was watching the Witcher but has never had time to catch up so you turned on the T.V watch the Witcher with him to explain to him what he has been missing. 

Suddenly you guys were making out. You on top of him, t-shirt disregarded. 

You stop him, “ We cannot do this to Sam”, you said, your lips ghosting over his. 

“What if I tell you, Sammy is okay, with this. He grabs your ass cheeks hard. He breathes you in and suckles the pulse point of your neck.

 You throw your head back and start grinding on him.

“What if I tell you he wants you, just as much as I do”. His voice raspy laced with desire. With that he kisses you with such a passion, all the oxygen in your lungs disappeared, he kisses your cheek in a chaste way, kisses your hand, pulls you off his lap, stands in front of you, and tells you goodnight. Leaving you hanging, confused, hot and bothered.

Your phone beeped and a message with a weird number appeared

Meet us tonight at the Cove at 21:00 sharp , The Uber is already paid and will pick you up. S&B” 

Another message in with the directions to the Cove. The Cove was a nice restaurant wine bar a little outside the city. 

At the Cove, Sam was there to confirm what Bucky told you. 

The waiter greets you and takes you orders. Chardonnay and tapas to go with it.  

“ Thank you for being here, y/n”, Sam started. “Buck told me what happened”. 

“Sam, I am so sorry, please I stay away from you. I don’t want this to cause any problems. I am so sorry”, you apologize to him.

Sam looks at you soft. “Hey, calm down, I would’ve loved to see that, you and Buck”. You are in shock. It is true what Bucky told you. “Buck told me you feel good,y/n and I want to find out:, he whispers. His eyes darkened while taking you in. It sends a shiver to your spine.

“ See, y/n, Buck and I, we love each other very much”. You see Bucky looking at Sam like he hung the moon and Sam takes Bucky's metal hand to his lips and kisses it. “But we are both missing what is like to be with a woman”. Bucky answered. “Someone we can both trust and confide in” Sam pipes in. “ We both have a kind of a dominant air and we want someone that can be ours” Bucky continues. “ I see the way you look at us, you invited me to your apartment”. "We made out"  “ You check Sam’s ass a lot, I know you can’t help it, It's so good”. You see Sam biting his lip at that. 

 You want to stay and jolt the hell out of there. You want to say something but you can't, the words won’t come out. 

Sam lift his hand 

“ Before you ask, what’s in it for you”, Let me tell you”. Sam led the conversation.

“ You are an amazing intern. Nothing but good things; cunning, smart, hard working. Banner and Helen have seen how hard you work. School and bills take a toll on you. “We see your car, that poor thing. “ You are quiet , you sigh a lot”. “We want to relieve that burden for you”.

You take a good gulp of the wine so that it can give you courage. “ This is not some cruel prank, right?, You ask with doubt. Taking a strand of hair behind your ears. You are shaking like a leaf. 

Sam and Bucky smile at you. They’re smiles are comforting. 

“ It is not. In fact, I have something for you”. Sam takes a stack of papers from his suitcase and puts it on the table. 

“ It is a Non Disclosure Agreement and some ground rules, This could be scandalous, we are aware of that so we have to keep this a secret much to my disdain.” Sam huffs. 

 Bucky takes your hand in his. “ Just give it a thought and think how good this can be for you”. “If you are not on board with this. It’s okay, we understand. Burn those papers and we  continue like nothing happened, please just think about it and let us know what you want”. Bucky looks at you with his ocean eyes pleading. 

The days followed. NDA signing. Medical exams all of you did. After that you had the most amazing experience you ever had in your life. It was everything. So erotic, you on your back Sam driving into you with madness. Bucky beside you alternating between kissing Sam and playing with your clit. Bucky spitting in your mouth, saying you are theirs and no one else's. So filthy, your back against Bucky’s chest he was in your ass while Sam was in front of you balls deep in you and they were both fucking you like there was no tomorrow. 

“Fuckkk, they groaned in unison”

Bucky was kissing the back of your neck giving you long but hard strokes. “Babyy, so tiight, so goood”, he said in between strangled moans. 

You could barely breathe. They are pushing buttons, you did not know they existed.

Sam was rough, giving you fast strong strokes, hitting that spot repeatedly. “He was moaning, grunting, breathing heavy too. Eyes closed head back. “Fuck baby, you’re gripping me hard, I’m not going to last long, if you keep doing that. Naughty girl you like that, huh?, “having two men at the same time”. Sam said with his breath short, driving his dick deeper in you. 

You nod. You cannot form a coherent sentence 

Bucky wrapped his vibranium fingers tight around your throat, making you face Sam. “Answer him”, he orders you, whispering in your ear.   

“Yes, sir, I love being stuffed by you both.” You answered him with a strangled whisper while your eyes were fluttering. It was too much but it was what your body was craving ever since Dr.Banner introduced you to them.

After a few more strokes you came with a shout and your legs shaking . Sam came hard , then Bucky after fucking your ass with no abandon. The night went on like that, Sam and Bucky using you the way they saw fit. 

You were stuffed with their cum and seeing galaxies at the end of the night. 

They took care of you after that. Bathing you, cleaning you up, giving you snacks, even brushing your teeth, and putting you to sleep. 

 You were biting your lip, pressing your thighs together. You were hoping you could get some of that tonight.

Seems like your wish is granted  because your cell phone vibrates. Two messages in 

Bad girl, making out with your friend, that mouth, that pussy  belongs to us. Only us. 

I see you’re having fun, but you can have more fun with us, baby girl. Say goodbye to your friends and you come to this hotel this instant. 

They sent you the address to the hotel . You see the address is not that far. Your pussy throbs in anticipation. 

“ Well, bitches, I got to go”, you say picking your Birkin bag and taking one last shot. 

“ Daddy Anonymous called you, huh”, Bry said looking you up and down. 

“ Yes he did and I am going to get some dick tonight”. You all laughed. 

Kissing and hugging your girls goodbye. You get in the car and connect the phone to the speakers and play send the addy again. 

Reaching to the hotel. You text the numbers back with: 

I am here, sir. 

I am here, daddy. 

They reply back with the room number. 

You arrived at the room you knocked on the door , just how they thought you. 

It was them. Bucky was dressed in a black shirt and the sleeves rolled up. Sam was wearing a burgundy shirt also with the sleeves rolled up. Tight jeans and two very noticeable hard ons. Your mouth waters at the sight. 

Bucky grabs you close to him and slaps your face. You gasped. The slap is not  hard enough to leave a mark but to tingle. Sam watches amused rubbing his erection through his pants. 

“Bad, girl, behaving like a slut, making out with Bry, letting her touch you like that”, he said, wrapping his vibranium fingers around your neck with force. “You just can’t get enough, do you baby ?”

“Daddy Buck, may not like it but I love it baby. You are so fucking sexy, especially when you make out with Bry”. Sam replied. 

Why did you do it, baby girl ?, Sam asked while unbuckling his belt and sitting on a chair in the corner. 

Bucky makes you face Sam. 

“ I like pussy too, sir and her lips are nice, both sets of lips,sir”. You whisper with Bucky’s hand tight around your throat. 

Bucky grabs you by the forearm, makes you walk to the bed with him. He sits at the edge of the bed. 

“ Lay across my lap”, he demanded. 

You do as you're told and lay across his lap. 

“Daddy is very disappointed, and you know what happens when daddy is disappointed”. You brace yourself for what is about to come. Spanking with the vibranium hand. 

“ You are going to count, Ok”. 

A slap to your ass and it is heard. “One”. You exhale the breath you were holding in. Two slaps quickly after another. “Two, three”, you whisper and then hiss. He massages your ass cheek. And slaps it again “Four”, you scream. “Such a good girl, taking your spanking so well”, Sam encourages you while stroking his dick slowly. 

“Don’t get any ideas, he might like what you do but you are still a dirty slut”. With that he spanks you three times quick after another. “Five, six, seven”, you scream and a tear is rolling down your face. 

“Aw, baby you look so cute when you cry, don’t worry, honey, it is going to end soon, Sam walks to you and wipes the tear away from your face. He cups your face in his hand. 

Bucky laughs. “Whores pulling stunts and can’t handle the consequences”. “Should've known better” He spanks your ass three times one after the other. “Eight, nine, ten” you sob. 

You stand up from Bucky’s lap. Your ass stinging. You know that you will not sit comfortably for a week. You hiccup a sob.

“Sh, sh,sh, that's my girl, taking what we give so well”. Sam console you. He cups our face and then hugs you tight. He smells so good. Sandalwood and cocoa butter. His skin is smooth

“ Lay on the bed, baby girl, I'm going to give you a treat”. You lay at the edge of the bed, with your legs open.

Sam lick his lips, you are dripping wet.

"So wet, so pretty" Sam whispers, touching your pussy. You moaned at that,moving  your hips looking for more sensation but he stops touching you.

"Tell us, are you wet for Bry or for us?",Bucky questioned

"You only you"

"Good answer, pretty baby".Sam says breathing you in.

“ What do good girls say to that, y/n?”, Sam asked

“ Thank you, sir”, you answer him, all breathy

With that he licks along your slit and then starts devouring your lips. Sucking on your clit and then shoving his tongue in you. He keeps that pattern until you are squirming and moaning loud  but Bucky puts his arm around your middle, keeping you down. Sam keeps eating you out like you are his last meal.

“You are such a dumb baby, you cannot take my spanking or his tongue, don’t worry baby. "Bucky whispers to your ear.

 “He spoils you but I will set you straight.” He bites your nipple to the point it is painful. You moaned loudly the pain and the pleasure mixing in.  You grab his hair hard and he grunts. He soothes the bite, licking and flicking his tongue on your nipple. 

Bucky grips Sam’s head and brings Sam to him and they kiss slowly all tongue. Both of them sharing your juices. It is such a sight. 

“Do you trust us, baby?”, Sam ask with his lips shining of your essence and Bucky’s spit. 

“Yes, sir, My safe word is fly”.

“ Good girl”, Sam responds and then hovers over you to peck your lips.

He goes to the night table and takes a pink silk scarf and pink rope out of the drawer. 

He makes you sit on the bed and ties the silk scarf around your eyes and he kisses your cheek. 

“My pretty baby”

“ I don’t know why you keep putting her on a pedestal, she is a whore”, Bucky tells Sam. 

“ A whore that needs to be put in her place”. Bucky continues

“ C’mon, ass up ,face down”. Bucky orders and there is no room for ifs. 

You assume the position. “Hands behind your back”, Bucky demands.  

You put your hands behind your back and you feel the rope tightening on your wrists.  

You gasp when you feel a dick inside you in one thrust and you know is Bucky. He is like that though, demanding. He starts ramming into you. The shaking of your ass against his hips, your pussy creaming on his shaft . That spurs him on. 

“ He might say nice things to you, but we both know what you like, getting fucked without mercy”, He groans at the feeling of you spasming around him. “That is what you like”.

He pulls on your hair. “Say it”, he growled. 

“He might say nice things but I like getting fucked without mercy”. You answer him  breathless.

You are moaning non-stop, your breathing ragged. His dick drives in and out at a fast pace. You feel yourself tightening around his cock. 

He stops and pulls out of you. You whine

“Stop whining”, Bucky reprimands you, spanking your ass a little. A warning.

You cry out when you feel another dick inside you, a different kind of stretch. Inch by inch he enters you, he is hissing. “Aaahh fuuuck”.

 You know it is Sam. He takes his sweet time entering you most of the time. 

He starts going at a slow pace, pulling out almost and slams back in. Then he pulls almost out, he grips your hips and drives your ass against his hips unhurried. Every time he does that, you feel the air leave the room. 

He keeps doing that until you are almost there, you can feel it then he stops and pulls out of you.

You are left there clenching around nothing.

You hear them kissing. Humming and moaning into the kiss. You start hearing Sam moaning and slurping and gagging sounds, moans from Bucky too. 

You hear whispering but you cannot understand what is said.

Bucky was on his knees sucking Sam off, taking Sam's shaft to the back of his throat, savoring all of you from Sam's dick. He pulls Sam out his mouth with a pop. 

He stands up and whispers to Sam's ear: "She tastes so good on your dick, sweetheart, mmhmm so good." 

You whine:" pleeeaseee"

Sam returns to you, entering you at a snail's pace till he is full inside. His moans, hisses mixing with your moans and cries.

"Can't stay without dick for long, Can you baby ?". Bucky asks you. He chuckles. "Such a needy slut". 

You nod. You mewl: "Yes, daddy".

Sam kisses your shoulders. “ You are such a sight, baby girl, you are my good girl, I love you so much”, He says with his deep and raspy voice.

“ I love you so much, sir”. You reply with tears in your eyes. You don't know, who is worse, Bucky with his unforgiving pace or Sam's slow pace. They are doing this for what seems an eternity. When they feel you are about to cum, they switch places or leave you hanging. 

 Sam praised you and Bucky degraded you. 

You can’t take it anymore. You are so pent up. Release is the only thing in your mind. 

You were now on your back still blindfolded and your wrist tied on top of your head.

“Please, daddy, please, sir, please can I cum ?”. You sob 

Bucky was slamming into you. Faster than ever, groaning and moaning

“ Cum, let go”, he moans. He was so close too.

You came with your legs shaking and a silent scream.

More thrusts and Bucky was coming 

“Shiiiitttt”,fuck, fuck”, Bucky cried out on repeat. With a long moan, he emptied inside you. He dropped next to you on the bed, spent and satisfied. 

Right after, Sam entered you in one thrust and started pumping you fast. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. You feel your whole nerves convulse. It was so much but your body needed his release. 

“Sir, please, give me your cum”, you babble

“ Don’t have to ask me twice, baby girl, He grunted. 

Thrusting into you with his eyes closed, head back and his lips parted.

"Fuuuckkk, you got some good pussy on you, babyyy, y/n. He sped up, chanting your name. 

He came within you, with a loud groan. He dropped on top of you 

You love his weight on you. When he catches his breaths. He stands up and takes your blindfold off. Bucky tuned in the light so that your eyes don’t hurt, when Sam takes the blindfold. Sam takes the rope off your wrists and kisses your wrists. 

Bucky appears with glasses of water for the both of you. He gives Sam the glass and they kiss. 

You cannot believe your luck. Both of your men, naked. Sam thick arms and thighs and that ass. Bucky with those thighs, those abs carved like some Greek god and the contrast of his arm, flesh and metal, hair all disheveled.

Bucky kneels in front of you and gives you a glass of water.

Bucky kisses you. “You know that it is all role play, baby. I love you and I appreciate you so much”. You nod. You drink the water and put the glass on the nightstand. You grab his face. 

“ I know, daddy” and you place a kiss on his forehead.

He looks at you, like you are everything in his world.

He stands up. He kisses Sam again then Sam bents and kisses you.

“ You are so beautiful, you know that”, Sam expresses taking your features in. 

“ Thank you, sir. You are so pretty too”.  He laughs at that. 

Bucky finds some sweatpants and puts them on. 

“I am going to order something to eat”. Bucky picks the phone to call room service. 

"Blueberry waffles,pleaseee".You look at him with puppy eyes. Sam sits next to you. "I want some blueberry waffles too, baby boy". Sam asks with that smile that makes Bucky melt.

He chuckles shaking his head.

You, two are too much for his heart to handle.

"Well, when you both ask like that, how can I say no"

He calls room service.

You are there, feeling light and satisfied with two men that care so much. Every day you are falling a little bit more in love with them. 

You don’t know what the future holds for all of you but for now you will always go to them when they send the addy. 

[happilykrispypirate]

Bad History

Masterlist

Summary:Sebastian Smythe x reader. You're Hunter Clarington's little, he's really over protective of you. You went to visit him the one day and Sebastian (he's straight in this) starts to flirt with you.

WARNINGS: Hella Swearing

"Why are you here?" One of the teachers ask you as you tried to get to the Warblers' practice room.

"I'm here to see my brother Hunter Clarington." You say. "Why should I believe you?" She asks.

"Look lady, you don't have to but last time I checked there are other people coming in and out of here who also do not go to school here, and you're not being a bitch to them. So good day." You say and walk away leaving her totally shocked and at a loss of words.

You finally get to the office (I dont know what else to call it) and open the doors.

As soon as you walk in all eyes are on you, "Are you going to stare at me or are you going to tell me where Hunter is?" You ask.

"Y/n?" You hear your brothers voice. "Hunter!" You say and give him a hug as he submerges from the group of boys.

"Oh look another one of Hunter's play things." Someone says. You let go of Hunter, "I'm his sister you cunt." You say making all their jaws drop and Hunter chuckles.

"That's why I love you." Hunter says and you smile, "So what brings you to Dalton? Or more like Ohio?"

"I missed you, what else?" You say. "I'm not buying it." He says. "Whatever. I could leave. Actually I can't my flight home leaves next week, so you're stuck with me." You say and smile.

"Fuck." He says. "Whatever." You say and roll your eyes.

Someone then clears their throat to get your attention. "Right, uh I'll be right back. You boys can leave. Sebastian stay here and look after her make sure she doesn't get in trouble." Hunter says.

"Fuck off." You say and flip him off as he leaves along with the other boys. You then turn to the so called Sebastian.

'Goddamn he's hot.'

"You like what you see?" Sebastian asks smirking when he realized that you're staring. "Loving it actually." You say and smirk making Sebastian's smirk grow.

"Well I can say the same although, you're much more hotter than I am." He says. "I beg to differ." You say.

You plop down on the sofa and Sebastian sits next to you. "How come Hunter never told us about you." He asks, "Probably cause I embarrass him." You say.

"Why?" He asks, "I only tell my sad stories on a date." You say and smirk. "I'll pick you up tonight then at 7, wear something nice." Sebastian says and winks.

"Okay I'm back, thanks Sebastian. I'll see you tomorrow." Hunter says coming into the office.

"Okay, cheers dude. See you later Y/n." Sebastian says and winks at you before leaving the room.

You smile, "No way, you're not going on a date." Hunter says. "You're just being over protective!" You say and giggle.

"I'm your big brother, it's my job to be over protective." He says.

"Yeah you've done a great job so far." You say and sigh. "Hey, I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't know they would go that far." He says.

"Do you know what hell I've had these last few years?! No you don't, they love you. You can never do anything wrong! I do one thing wrong and they send me off! I've been in and out of schools these last few years." You say.

"God, Y/n, I'm so sorry." Hunter says and pulls you in for a hug. "It's fine. I'm used to it." You say and hug him back.

"Where will you be staying?" Hunter asks. "With Blaine, he told me I could live with him until I find my own place." You say, "hey I have to go, i have a date tonight." You say.

"I'm not liking that idea." He says. "I don't care. Let's go." You say.

---

"You look great Y/n, dont worry Sebastian's not going to be able to take his eyes off of you." Kurt says as he sees how you keep checking every inch of your body for a flaw that could be showing.

"He's here!" Blaine yells. "I'm coming." You say and grab your purse and then head to the door and see Sebastian in a nice tux.

"Hey there," you say and smile. "Hey there, you look beautiful as always." Sebastian says.

"Oh stop it," you say and smile. "Nope, leave your purse, I'm paying." Sebastian says.

"We shall see." You say and walk out the door, "Bye guys." You say and hear a "bye" from both Blaine and Kurt.

---

"Then I told her that there are other people who don't go Dalton who just waltz in and she isnt a bitch to them and then I walked away." You say and Sebastian laughs.

"That's gold." He says and his laughter dies down.

For a moment it's silent, "So are you going to tell me your sad story?" He asks and takes a sip from his drink.

"How do I know I can trust you? How do i know you're not only doing this to get dirt on me so that you can expose me to everyone?" You ask.

Sebastian grabs your hands, "I would never do that to you." He says. You look at him for a few seconds more just to make sure he isn't lying.

"When I was 13 so 3 years ago, I got into a fight with this guy who was being a smart ass. I used to have a short temper, still do actually, but anyway I got into a fight and it landed him into the hospital. That was an accident, we were on the first floor, it wasn't that high. The rails were loose and it broke making him fall." You take a shaky breath and Sebastian rubs his thumb on your knuckles reassuring you.

"He landed in the hospital, a few days after that he died. Since then I was called a murderer. My parents kicked me out. Refusing to give me money for school, for a house or even food. They didn't believe the judge who said it wasn't my fault but the school's for not making sure the rails were secure." You say.

"They sent me away, my aunt and uncle had to look after me. Got me into a good school, then the school called my parents and they told the school everything and I got expelled. Happened a lot after that, I lost count after the 7th school. McKinley is my last hope. " you say and heave out a heavy sigh.

"I understand if you want to leave, call me a murderer it's fine." You say and remove your hands from his and grab your purse and stand up.

"No y/n." Sebastian says and grabs your wrist and pulls you down next to him. "I dont think you're a murderer. It was an accident, it wasn't your fault. Look at me." Sebastian says and puts a finger under your chin and lifts it up making you look at him.

"Nothing you say can make me think different of you. You're a beautiful, nice and amazing girl." He says, you blush.

"Thanks." You say. "Anytime." He says and smiles.

You two sit there staring into each other's eyes for a few more seconds and then he plants his lips onto yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. You lips move in sync and soon enough you had to breath.

'Fucking lungs, needing fucking oxygen.'

[rosesnink]

The Viscountess, Chapter 1: Primadonna Girl

A/N: I finally publish some other stuff! Whew! This chapter will be a rollercoaster, indeed. Hope you guys enjoy it! 

Summary: Nicole settles in London, Anne makes some friends and finally talk about who Alaric Donovan was once. 

Word Count: 5519 

It was the first day of school and Nicole was packing everything for Anne. She was already dressed with a light brown hair that matched her leather boots and her hat. She knelt down to kiss her and walked towards the bus station, where the bus would pick her up.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m sure someone will want to sit with you. Look at your pretty face!” She beamed and her daughter smiled.

When the bus came, she kissed her mother goodbye and went up, showing the driver her card and noticed that everyone was staring at her. She gave them a polite smile and headed to find a new seat. Some girls whispered while the boys watched her intently and she blushed crimson. The only boys she has interacted with was her younger cousins Edmund and Matthew, Uncle Harry’s boys. A blonde girl with pretty blue eyes waved at her and motioned her to sit with them. She did and the girl talked “You must be the new girl. I’m Liz and these are my friends Jenna, Josie, Tamara and Jean. You are…?”.

“Anne” She mumbled shyly.

“How cute, she’s shy!” Josie beamed. Then she cleared her throat “No offense though. I said it in a good way”.

“I love your hair!” Jean commented.

“That young woman is your mom? She’s so pretty!”.

“I bet her father is even more handsome”.

“MY FATHER IS DEAD!” She snapped of all sudden, almost jolting.

The other girls looked at her, and well, the whole bus. She blushed violently as she hid her head. Liz squeezed her hand “I’m sorry we overwhelmed you like that. We just wanted to get to know you”.

“I know. I guess I am…”.

“A bit introverted? Don’t worry, we get it. We don’t have to talk, just listen to music. You like Beyoncé?”.

“Yes, but I am more into Madonna” She smiled, finally a topic that she liked.

“Guess we can mix up their best hits”.

A few days before…

Nicole stood there for a second before clearing her throat and extending her hand “I guess it’s a pleasure to meet you”.

He broke off his trance as he shook hands with her “It is nice to meet you, indeed”.

They both stared for a moment before clearing their throats and sitting on opposite sides. Bart looked intently, analysing the situation before Hamid spoke up, saving them from the awkwardness created “Well, Nicole, tell us about you! What part of England are you from?”.

“I was actually born in here, in London. Both my parents raised me in here, but I moved all over England when I met my boyfriend, who years after became my husband, Alaric”.

“Oh! You’re… married” Luke commented, his expression sour.

“I’m a widow, actually. My Alaric died when Anne was 2. Car accident, said the police” She commented, a familiar pain on her chest. Everyone went silent before Annabelle placed her hand on hers and said

“I’m sorry for your loss, honey. If you wanna talk about it…”.

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you…”.

“You don’t” Ernest said, surprising the whole table “We won’t judge you, Nicole. If you wish to speak about it, I assure you that we will listen”.

“Sinclaire is right. It’s okay to talk about your feelings. The more you talk about it, the easier the pain becomes, or that is what my therapist says” Hamid tried to cheer her up.

“It’s… I haven’t talked about him since the funeral. And it was 6 years ago”.

“Take your time, love. You have a few hours until you pick up your little girl again” Yusuf encouraged.

She nodded as she started to talk “I was so young when I married him. I was only 19 and so excited to live a married life worthy of a princess’ tale. He was a good husband, so doting and dedicated, and later an even better father” She chuckled “A year later, I found out I was pregnant. It was perfect. In that moment, we had almost a decade together behind us. He was so excited when I told him we’d have a girl. He always wanted to have a daughter, because he grew up with only men in his life and was kind of tired of them. We decided, after months of arguments, to call her Anne, like Anne Boleyn. After all, this controversial queen united us in a project together in the uni. When he had to get back to work, I had to literally kick him out of the house, because he refused to leave his little princess!” Everyone chuckled “But soon, reality hit me like a truck. His abusive mother claimed a part in his life, even if she loathed me and the child. She destroyed him, made us move towns even after Anne was diagnosed… Then, a year later, he died. Unfairly and because some… drunk didn’t have responsibility in the road! He—” She inhaled “He was about to tell me something important. Life-changing, perhaps. But I’ll never know. Since then, I moved back to London and tried to be my own woman and make my own name rather than Alaric’s widow. It wasn’t easy. It’s still difficult. But my… our Anne is worth everything. I tried to give her all my love so she doesn’t even notice she needs a father, and we’re fine. We are. I miss him everyday and there’s no day I don’t wish he were here, but I know he’d want me to live my life. To be strong, independent and brave, even if some nights I’m fucking terrified” She sobbed on that last one as Annabelle and Bart comforted her.

“Hey, for what is worth, you’re still here, you have a job and your daughter is in the best school she could ask for, with people who understand her. I can tell he’s proud of you. You’ve been very strong and did an outstanding job with your little girl” Hamid beamed.

“Thank you… for the company, the food and listening to a poor woman like me. Really”.

“You needn’t thank us. We wanted you at this table with all of it and get to know you. Thank you for opening up to us” Said Luke.

She nodded as she wiped the tears off her face and smiled weakly at the so nice group. They stood there, in an actually comfortable silence before Sinclaire spoke up, directly at Nicole “If I may offer advice as a father of a young girl, it’s that you tell her about her father. Who he was. How much he loved you and your daughter. Kids are curious by nature, just as insatiable of information and new answers and adventures. They seek all the truths of the world, even if us adults are scared of finding out. Your daughter is in that age of having a mental image of her parents, thinking that they were soulmates. Even if it hurts, she deserves to know who is her missing progenitor. There’s nothing wrong of showing your emotions to them, for they’re still too pure to judge you. They are capable of loving everyone, even the worst kind of people, even if sometimes we’re not worthy of their unconditional love. And I always try to let know my daughter how much I love her, even without her mother so present in her life”.

She looked at him with a softened expression “I will think about this. Thank you for the advice”.

He nodded, their eyes connecting before they both looked away, flushing pink and paying attention elsewhere.

They spent the rest of the time talking about many stupid things and even she got to know more about her new friends: Bart and Yusuf were parents of an adopted boy, Miran, a refugee orphan who lost his parents to the jihadists and went to Anne’s class. Luke was a mechanic who was childless, but happy and complete. Annabelle was an aspiring artist and was looking forward having a child of her own. Nicole offered her to advise her with kids and provide her all the things she would’ve loved to know when she was pregnant herself. And Hamid was a diplomat who loved travelling around and was now in England in some business. She soon discovered that he knew her father, the Earl of Edgewater and Sinclaire was one of his associates and closest friend. She couldn’t believe it!

As if it were magic, she got a call from her father. She giggled as she put the phone in hands-free.

“Hello, Nicole! Do I get you busy?” He asked and she muffled a giggle.

“Nope. You get me in a perfect time. Guess who’s with me. Say hello, guys!”.

“Hello, Mr. Foredale! Hamid Osmanoglu here!” Hamid saluted.

“Ernest here. How are you doing, old friend?”.

“I-I-I-I” he sounded astonished “Nicole, how did you meet them? What is happening?” He was in shock.

“A common friend introduced them to their group. Some of them work in Anne’s new school and others are in the neighbourhood” She explained.

It was silent for a moment before her father barked a laugh!

“Oh, god, and here I was, hoping to introduce you to them myself! You’re taking good care of my daughter, nay?” he asked, a bit teasing.

“Of course, my lord”.

“Your daughter is an absolute delight to have!” Hamid winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Credit that to her mother. She inherited her charm” He beamed.

“So, what is going on, Father? Everything okay at Edgewater?” Nicole asked.

“Everything is fine. I just wanted to tell you that I’d love to have little Anne for the weekend, if it’s alright. And one more thing! Briar heard that you’re back in London and wants to meet you. I’ll send you her number”.

“I’ve missed that mess of a girl. Anything else?”.

“No. Enjoy your day, honey. I’ve gotta go to work. Bye, everyone!”.

She hung up as she looked for a small moment to her new friends before bursting into a fit of laughter, feeling so light and young, she forgot she was about to be 30 in a month’s time. Everyone looked at her as she shook her head, sighing.

“What is that laugh about?”.

“I never felt so… young in years” She said, a beaming smile on her face.

After class, Anne and Nicole were taking a walk when someone screeched her name. She turned around and saw her: brown skin, blue eyes, her hair into a bun and with a girl younger than Anne: Briar. Her Briar.

“Nicole! NICOLE DONOVAN!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Nicole smiled and squealed as she lunged forward her friend, hugging each other so hard they fell on the floor, giggling while the girls covered their eyes, now embarrassed by their respective mother’s actions. The women squealed as they kissed each other on the cheek and hugged each other hard.

“Girl, look at you! You don’t seem to have 29 years!”.

“Um, can we talk about the fact that you still look like you’re 22? What is your secret?!”.

“I made a deal with Satan” She winked.

Both women laughed as their kids sighed, knowing what would come up now.

“We haven’t seen you since—”.

“I know. But let’s not talk about it. How have you been?” She asked, a broad smile on her face. She truly missed Briar.

“Amazing, especially since my baby girl was born. Right, Liz?” She beamed at her daughter.

The little girl gave a familiar resemblance: bright blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, pink cheeks and full lips “Hi.” She greeted timidly.

“She reminds me of—”.

“Your brother Edmund? Oh, I know. He is the father.”

“He what?!”.

Anne squeezed her arm in reminder that they were in the middle of the street. Nicole flushed, leading her friend and her daughter somewhere safer to talk. They found their favourite park and sat there, taking in the information. Nicole took a deep breath “How did this happen? How long? Is this the reason of why you never called me?”.

“Yes, well… I was still embarrassed by the pact we made long ago and when I found out I was pregnant and made my calculus… I couldn’t believe it. I told him and you were… Liz, why don’t you go play that awesome game Daddy taught you with cousin Anne?” Both girls nodded as they ran towards the trees, giggling. Briar sighed “Well, you were in a bad place with Alaric, Anne was a delicate toddler… I thought you didn’t have time.”

Nicole pouted as she took her friend’s hands in hers and said earnestly “No matter what, I will always have time for you, I will always be there and accept you, okay?”.

Briar nodded as she hugged her tightly, leaving Nicole breathless, but she didn’t mind. They separated and Briar said “Great. Because when I found out you and Anne were back in London, I couldn’t believe it! Your father was ecstatic with the news and told everyone tipsy over a dinner of his. Besides, there’s a motive why I wanted you here, this year, this day, now more than ever.”

“What is it? Tell me!”.

Briar bit her lip and giggled “Edmund and I are getting married!” Both women squealed “And you will be my Maid of Honour! It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order. You, Nicole Maria Donovan, will walk me down the aisle even if I have to drag your big ass over the chapel!” She jabbed playfully her red gel nail on her chest. Nicole giggled before squealing and hugging her best friend.

“I’m so happy for you, Bri. You haven’t been this happy since you lost your virginity at the age of 15 with Jackson Daniels.” She teased as Briar feigned offence and smacked her shoulder. Both women laughed again, gaining the attention of their princesses “Now, I need to know: how is Edmund as a father?”.

“Oh, so cute and yet awkward. If Elizabeth is giggling with some boy he asks her if she’s in love with him and he is so messy! But he’s a great father, awkwardness and all.”

“I’m glad to hear that, because if he’s not, I’ll hire a paid assassin.” Nicole teased again.

“So, how does the single mom life treat you?” Briar asked, nosy as ever.

Nicole frowned and sighed “It’s tough. I’m still getting used on not waking up with someone beside me or being kissed and held...”.

Briar’s eyes twinkled “And do you ever get laid?”.

“Briar!” Nicole scolded her.

“Come on! You’re a widow who I recall was sexually active and rather good. Did you ever got laid after Alaric?”.

Nicole bit her lip, sighing as she weighed if to tell her or not… and flushed as she nodded, stuttering “It-it was just once! I was so lonely and in need of some love… So, I saw this cute guy who just turned 21… he taught Hispanic Literature and oh boy.” Both women cackled loudly, making some elderly women whisper annoyed “But after that, never again. I felt like I was insulting Alaric. It had only been five months and I was spiralling, it was never a good idea.”

“…Did you enjoy it, though?”.

“Briar, for the love of God!” Nicole shrieked. Then, she approached her flushed “But we might had five rounds then. There, happy?!” She pushed her friend as she screamed in victory and chanted I Knew It.

“Mom! Stop being so clingy!” Lizzy whined.

“Talk to me again like that and I’ll ground you, young woman!”.

Nicole and Anne laughed as the afternoon passed by and they both observed that it was about to start raining. Nicole led the women to her house, just a few miles away of the park.

“Wait, you also have a house in London!”.

“Yeah, since I started college!”.

They both giggled as they stopped on her door, the rain dripping rather violently and she threw the door wide open, gathering the group inside. The women giggled as she sent both girls to take a shower and leave the adults to talk. Briar seemed still different, a bit paler and dizzy. When Nicole mentioned her some bacon, she knew it.

“Come, I’ll show you my room.”

“Why, I’m flattered but I’m married.” Briar teased.

Nicole laughed loudly as they both stumbled and Nicole lent her some of her clothes she hadn’t used for years now. Probably since high school. As Briar undressed her chest, she also observed how delicate she was with her breasts, now a bit bigger due to pregnancy and Nicole knew what to do. She went to the bathroom and caught the test and the small bottle and handed it to Briar. She sighed after a minute of silence “I guess I cannot hide anything from someone who used to be pregnant, eh? How did you still have these anyways?”.

“A token. To remind myself of that night.”

Briar sighed as she went to the bathroom and did the whole process. Nicole awaited, even when little Lizzy was nosy, she told her not to put too much pressure in her.

Briar emerged from the bathroom. She took a deep breath and saw the result “Oh my God!”.

On Sunday morning, little Anne was already trotting all over the house, giggling as she played with her imaginary friends and her beloved dolls. She remembered that afternoon at the bar she now frequented on her free time

“So… how are you settling on London so far?” Annabelle asked while sipping her tea.

“I’m good so far! I haven’t been here since 2009.”

“Wait, you say you haven’t stepped a foot on London for eleven years?!” Bart gasped.

“Well… I can hardly blame her. This town can be overwhelming and problematic. I still remember when my ex-wife insisted on completing her pregnancy anywhere but London.” Ernest defended Nicole.

“So that’s why Isabelle was born in the hospital of Calais?” Yusuf asked.

He nodded. Annabelle whispered to her that since she opened up about her husband, Ernest was more open about his ex-wife, the former French model of Vogue Roselyn D’Oleur, now Mrs. Richards, Ernest’s fatal enemy.

“Ernest, if it’s not too much to ask… may I see a photo of your girl?” Nicole asked sheepishly.

Ernest nodded with a beaming smile. For what she’s heard, he was a very devoted father and adored his little girl “Here. This one is my Isabelle, although I call her Izzy.”

Nicole studied her before breaking into a smile “This is the girl that defended Anne when some wankers mocked her disability!” She beamed.

Ernest chuckled, amused “Yes, well, Isabelle has a sense of justice. I had to get her out of trouble because she’d always get into fights with bullies. She inherited that from my father.”

“She’s very lovely, and that nose is so adorable!” She flushed pink “Crap, that made sense in my head.”

Ernest gave her a small, reassuring smile “Don’t worry, everyone says the same. I admit she got her mother’s beauty features.”

There was some shadow on his face, like remembering his ex-wife meant pain and she decided to move the subject to London again “So, I haven’t seen much of London and it’s been a decade since I was even there. What do you recommend me to see with Anne?”.

Hamid beamed “I’ve been visiting London for almost already twelve years and I believe myself bold enough to know it as well as a local. Maybe I can give you and your delightful girl a tour to places I am sure she’d enjoy.” He offered.

“That’s so kind and sweet of you, but, isn’t it Parliament season?”.

Hamid chuckled “I am sure these old men can wait some minutes.”

“We don’t really want to bother you…”.

“Please! It’d be my greatest honour to show you and your little girl the beauty of the city. Surely you wouldn’t break my heart by rejecting my proposal?”.

Nicole froze for a few moments. She was sure the man would be delighted by Anne’s company, but this was the first time in years she’d be alone with a man since Alaric died. Not for sex like other times, but in a personal way. In a deep way. She swallowed, mulling over her options and smiled, trying to hide her insecurities “Sure, I’d love to. Especially if it involves Anne seeing a bit of the city she’ll grow up.”

Hamid seemed to perceive her fears and placed a hand on her shoulder “Nicole, I was simply suggesting it. You don’t have to accept if you still don’t feel comfortable, you know? There’s nothing wrong with grief. I will wait for when you’re truly ready, we have a whole year before us.”

She released the ball of tension on her shoulders and frowned “It’s just… I need to speak it to Anne. She is used to be with me only and since she’s an only child the ‘sharing’ things isn’t her forte and her disability… it’s something I must know if she’s comfortable with or not.”

“Don’t worry, Nicole. I will await your answer and please, take the time you need. I understand how difficult is for an autist to change the routine.”

“Thank you for understanding. Many people will sigh and say ‘Autism Sucks’ instead of understanding that this is something we both live with.”

Hamid nodded, then broke into a broad grin “Until then, may I buy you a drink? You look like you could use it.”

It was today. Today was officially Alaric’s birthday. Every day, since he died, Nicole would ask her father to take care of Anne while she brought half a factory of ice-cream, chocolate and whipped cream while she watched his tapes from 1985 to a year before he died. She’d cry a river and regret not giving Anne the father she deserved to have. The closest thing to a father she had was her grandfather, but he was getting old and his time was up. There were things he couldn’t do due to his old age and her uncles had to intervene.

But today she wouldn’t get through it alone. She called Anne, who was watching Doraemon and sat her on her lap.

“What is it, Mama?” She asked, a bit concerned on her mum’s saddened face “Why are you sad?”.

“Because today…” She swallowed hard “today is your father’s birthday.”

Anne looked at him quizzically “How old would he be?”.

Nicole smiled weakly “Thirty-four.”

“You never talk about Dad with me. Why today?”.

“Because, beanie, it’s time you learn about who he was. Who was Alaric Donovan, what kind of father he was and wanted to be for you, his passions, his failures… I want you to meet your Dad earnestly.”

Anne didn’t need to say more before she hugged her mom and asked her to bring some sweets she bought for them both and even some homemade cookies. They sat in front of the TV and an image from December 1995 appeared. Nicole smiled, remembering that night very well. It was a family reunion and Nicole was 5 while Alaric was 8.

“Look, Mum, how huge your friend’s tree is!”.

A man chuckled before his camera pointed at him. Her father, Vincent, looking younger and beaming “Thank you, Alaric, but that is all my beloved Mary’s work.”

“Look, that’s grandfather!” Anne beamed “He’s not grey and old!”.

“Your grandfather was known to be immensely handsome and admired by all the girls in the country.”

“So grandfather was some kind of Casanova?” Anne asked, making Nicole laugh.

“Alaric, turn off that demonic thing! Dinner is served!” His mother scolded him. Nicole grimaced at the woman.

“That’s grandma.”

“One sec, mom, I want to film something really quick!”.

“I said leave the camera, boy!” The father grabbed the camera and the image went grey.

“That is my other grandpa?” Anne asked.

“Sadly, he is.”

“He’s, um…”.

“A jerk? Yeah, he is.” Nicole played with Anne’s locks “That was the night your dad and I met for the first time. At the time I was young, your age in fact and we talked a lot during that night until bedtime.”

“There’s more?” Anne asked.

Nicole nodded and pointed at the screen with the title March 2005. On screen, an 18 years-old Alaric started to explain while his friend sang a song aloud on his old car how he’d ask Nicole to be his girlfriend with her favourite chocolates and song with an enormous cassette of the year.

“That’s the thing you listened to music?” Anne asked, wide-eyed.

Nicole nodded, laughing “Yeah! The millennium barely started, so we weren’t as advanced as we are now. We had a long, long way.”

They both observed how Alaric’s friend recorded how he played with the big cassette her favourite song, sk8r boy by Avril Lavigne. A young Nicole observed from the window wide-eyed and with the mouth on the floor how he asked her to be his girlfriend. Nicole squealed and in a short moment later, she was running towards Alaric and he hugged her, lifting her up and spinning her around, making her giggle. Anne giggled “Dad was such a romantic!”.

Nicole beamed “Yeah, he was. A hopeless romantic.” She gasped at the date: July of 2007 “This is our trip to France! I was 17 and your father was 20. I still remember kissing him on the Eiffel Tower.”

“That’s gross and romantic at the same time.” Anne commented, grimacing. Nicole giggled.

“One day, you will fall in love and will understand what it feels like.”

“Eww, no thank you.”

Nicole laughed while they observed how Alaric filmed a still young Nicole gasping at the views and giggling, stopping to make photos with a massive camera and showing it to Alaric. Later, it showed a dinner of them both on a restaurant buffet, Nicole laughing while filming Alaric struggling to eat the escargots. Anne giggled at seeing her father struggling with some snails and commented how clumsy he was. The tape ended with him sending flying the said escargot to a rather big lady who before she started to yell at them, they quickly turned off the camera. Anne and Nicole laughed at the comical scene.

“How did you even sleep that night?! That lady seemed pissed.”

“We got banished from the restaurant for a day and we had to eat at McDonald’s. It was too embarrassing to come back there and it was the first time I saw your father so flustered!”.

“Poor dad.”

“I’m sure he’d be laughing with us while he comments what he was feeling in that moment.”

“He seemed funny!”.

“He had his moments as a comedian, yes.”

They kept watching some of the tapes, sometimes in Edgewater, sometimes on his house, singing carols in Christmas or carpooling at the car, pranking on the neighbours and going on dates of that year.

Finally, they got on Nicole’s most awaited tape: May 2010.

It was sunny, a perfect day. Alaric and Nicole walked hand on hand through the streets of Bath when Alaric stopped her.

“Nicole, I love you.” Nicole was wide eyed “For the moment I saw you, I was enthralled by you and I had eyes for no other. I know we are young, maybe too young, but I want you in my life. I want to travel with you, be your Earl, your king and maybe, if you’re up to it, be the father of your children.” He dropped on one knee in that blossoming park and showed a ring, a promise of his unyielding love “Nicole Foredale-Mills, will you marry me?”.

Nicole started to cry of emotion, screaming yes over and over and kissed him, everyone on the park clapping as her father appeared, a beaming smile on his face and hugging her and then Alaric. Her grandmother, who died seven years ago now, beamed as she started to plan the wedding, how long they’d be engaged and how it’d be celebrated.

Nicole seized her opportunity to fish the album and showed Anne her wedding photos. She was wearing one of the most expensive wedding dresses, princess size. The tailor was Ana De Luca and it was glittery and off shoulders. It was held in the same chapel Princess Diana got married and the Queen of England was there. Anne went crazy when she told her that her grandmother was friends with the Queen and every noble of England attended to see the young viscountess get married to a humble man. It was an emotive wedding where the vows were for tearing up and her father looked regal. Nicole showed her a photo of the Queen Elizabeth congratulating the newlyweds personally and the slow dance.

A few months later, on March 2011, Nicole held Anne on her arms, small, chubby and sleepy. While Grandpa Vincent recorded everything while Nicole passed baby Anne to a teary Alaric, who cried silently while watching her move her body and yawn “My baby girl. I love her so much already. You’re gonna be so loved, beanie. I promise I will be the greatest dad for you, honeybun.”

Nicole teared up at the part and Anne asked why they cried.

“Because we were so happy over you being brought to the world and you were simply perfect. You are perfect and he loved you so much.” Anne hugged her and saw the rest of the videos:

Alaric playing and teasing baby Anne, clapping and beaming when Anne accomplished something and dressing her up like a 1500s baby… Anne payed attention to it, commenting about it and even giggling every time she threw him food to his face. He was always such a great dad…

“Mom… do you think he’d love me even if I am who I am?”.

“Oh honey… he adored you! You were his everything and he would’ve given everything to make you feel good with yourself. He loved being your father.”

Anne yawned, signal that it was time to go to sleep. She quickly put her to sleep, kissing her goodnight and went upstairs, where in her box there was a letter to an 18 years old Anne. She opened it and started to read it.

To my princess Anne,

Today is your second birthday and I couldn’t be happier. But I am afraid this one will be our last birthday together.

I’ve made a discovery that it could ruin us entirely. I have this aggressive cancer that is killing me slowly. The doctors say that when you’re probably eight, I’ll die slowly and painfully. I have fought in vain to seek a solution, but there is no way back. I don’t want you to grow up with a sick father. I want you to remember me as I was and I am sure that your mother will do a great job with that. And by then, I will be a faint memory of yours, which is probably for the best.

I don’t want to be a burden to you, my beautiful princess. I was supposed to take care of you, not upside down. I know you may think of me a coward, do it. I will not blame you. But this is the only way. Maybe you’re better off without me. Maybe it’s for the best. I don’t know, but you will have all you want. And remember me, my girl, because as long as you remember who I am, I am not entirely dead and everything I have done and lived for isn’t in vain.

I have written down everything in the copy of your birth certificate that I want you and your mom to do once I am gone. If I die now, your mother will inherit my money and will be elegible to be a noblewoman again. I want you to have the best of the best, even if that means me being gone.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, beanie, because I do. I love you so much I think it might kill me. Your mother is my heart and you’re my greatest love and weakness. That is why I must do right by you.

So promise me this: promise me that when we reunite, you will have amazing stories to tell. Make art, stories. Have incredible adventures. Find love. And always be your unapologetically yourself. Because every time you do, you show the best in me.

One more thing: tell your mom that I still wait for that song she made for me.

Love you forever,

Your father.

Nicole’s world stopped. She fell on her knees as she unconsciously called that person her heart knew it’d ease her pain. With her trembling hands, she pressed the button call and the voice answered “Nicole?”.

“I—I know it’s late and you must be tired, but I could use your company right now.”

“…Tell me what you need.”

[furvios]

Always Here For You

Pairing: Leviathan X MC

Summary: Leviathan gets a call from MC, it sounded urgent. The demon who has a pact with the human gets summoned immediately in the human world. But it wasn't as it seemed. Its been over a year since your return to the human world. You've gotten a part time job, have an apartment of your own, and.. a boyfriend. You've talked about your significant other to the brothers a handful of times so they're well aware of who he is and how special he means to you. Leviathan though, Avatar of Envy, has held grudges against him but chooses to be quiet about it for the sake of your happiness.

Leviathan sat inside his room playing games as usual. He leaned left and right as he played a racing game, bumping into cars and making them crash and spin upside down. "And... FINISHED!" He yelled with the biggest smile on his face. Belphegor sighed, "you're over exaggerating again." He said as he shook his head, putting the controller in his hands down.

"Pfft, you're just jealous that I keep winning." Leviathan proceeded to do his signature victory dance, even though he was terrible at dancing. Belphegor's phone dings, he takes it out of his pocket and checks the notification.

"Huh, seems like MC is enjoying themselves once again." Belphegor smiled at his phone. Leviathan hears your name and automatically makes his way to his younger brother's phone to see what you were up to.

"Why do you have Instagram? Isn't it forbidden here?" Leviathan asked. Belphegor rolled his eyes before letting out a small laugh, "do you really think I ever followed what was forbidden and what was not?" Leviathan just nodded and proceeded to look at his phone.

It was an Instagram story. You took a photo of a man sitting across you in a cafe with the puppy eye emoji and hearts. 2 minutes ago.

"You have turned on notification for MC?" He asked. Belphegor nodded with a raised brow, "it's really the only time I hear from them apart from messages and occasional calls, but that hasn't happened in a while since she does have-" Leviathan cuts his brother off with a sigh, dropping himself on the couch beside him.

"MC has been calling to you the most though. Everyone is jealous. Especially Mammon." He said. Leviathan shook his head, "at least you all knew about their boyfriend. MC hasn't told me about it until a month passed of them telling you guys."

"Because MC knows for a fact that you'd kill any person that involved themselves in their life that's not us or you." Leviathan stayed silent, trying to think of a way to debunk Belphegor's words but ended up failing. He noticed the expression in his older brother's face and just patted his back, "MC knows you. A little too well if you ask me."

"They haven't even messaged me in almost 2 weeks. Barely responds to me chats too. You know how sad it is to grind on games when I'm playing all alone and no one to talk to?"

"That's when you're wrong. You've used to love doing that. All that. You used to treasure being alone, playing alone, grinding on games alone, even talking to yourself, but ever since MC came into picture you've wanted nothing but someone to play with. That includes me right now."

"That's not true." Belphegor rolled his eyes, "don't pull a Mammon on me. I know you too, don't forget that. What did you think about when MC told you about their new boyfriend?"

"Wait there was an old one?" Leviathan raised his brows and looked at his brother. "Tell me."

The 3rd oldest just sighed, folding his arms and looked away like some sulking child that didn't get what they want. "I.. wanted him to die."

"Did you tell MC that?" He slowly shook his head in denial, "of course not. That would crush them and I don't want that. I don't want to hurt or see them hurt in any way. If that guy pulls anything.." Belphegor looked down and saw that Leviathan's fists were clenched tightly to the point his knuckles were turning slightly purple.

"You just wanna protect MC. I get it, we all do." Leviathan shook his head, "it's not just that.. it's also because.." his face was getting red a little bit, ashamed of what he was going to say. Belphegor snickered, "you want to be her boyfriend." He pointed.

Leviathan immediately stood up, "no, no, no, no, no. Impossible. No, nope, nopitty, nope. You're wrong." Belphegor rolled his eyes and was about to add something but was being pushed out by the Avatar of Envy. "Bye, it's time for you to go." He said as he pushed his younger brother out his room.

"But-" he slammed the door shut and rested his forehead against it. His knuckles clenched and his head looking down, he heaved a breath, "I just want MC to date someone that makes them happy. Someone they deserve.."

"They're special."

-

It was already about to be 4am and Leviathan still can't sleep. He can't blame his horrible sleeping schedule, he's not used to sleeping this early. He buried his head in a pillow and groaned loudly, trying to sleep his thoughts away.

"Maybe I should send a message. No, I can't and I won't. They have a boyfriend now and I can't go between that. MC's life is not to be controlled by me, yes. That's right." He thought to himself.

His phone rings and he gets startled by it. "What does Belphie want now." He sighed and reached for his phone. His eyes widened, body shaking when he saw your name on his notification.

MC - hey umm can we talk? I have a question to ask.. (sent 10 secs ago)

In a heartbeat, the demon responds immediately.

"Sure, but you haven't messaged me in 2 weeks!!!!" He looked at the message and deleted it.

Levi - what do you need?

Without any response, the otaku started glowing. "What the-" everything flashed the color white and next thing he knew he wasn't on his bed anymore. He was at a different place.

"What the fuck?!?!" He exclaimed. Confused, Leviathan looked around and that place didn't seem near familiar to him. He looked around the room he was in, examining the room. "Levi?" A voice called.

Leviathan knew that voice. He immediately went to where the voice was coming from and saw you on a bed with tears running down your eyes. He immediately ran to you, hands on your shoulders. "MC???? WHAT HAPPENED? WHO HURT YOU? WHERE ARE THEY??" His eyes were visibly glowing orange with rage, glaring.

"Levi.. I-" you choked on your words and started to sob. The boy wasn't experienced with these type of things but he watched enough shows to know what to do. "MC.. you can tell me anything, you know that." His hands still on your shoulders, he moves the other one on your cheek and wiped your tears off.

You looked back at him and that seemed to wake him up. He removes his hands from you as his face gets red. Leviathan suddenly keeps his distance, "right.. I forgot." He cleared his throat and looked away.

"That won't happen again, I'm sorry." He apologized but avoided looking at you. "Levi, it's fine-" he cuts you off, "it's not. You have a boyfriend. And if someone were to do that to my significant other I'd.." he stopped himself and just sat down on the corner of your bed.

"You mean... ex-boyfriend.." you said weakily. His eyes widened completely, jaw dropped. "He's the one that hurt you???? Oh boy I'm going to enjoy this-" you grab onto his arm when he was about to get up. "I just need you with me right now.."

Leviathan looked at your hand that was restraining him from doing anything to your boyfriend. Then he looked at you and looked into your eyes, it hurt him to see you this way. He sits back down but this time closer to you.

"What did he do?" He asked. You were seated cross legged, wiping your tears off with the box of tissues on your bed side table.

"We've been dating for around 6 months. He's perfect or at least I thought he was.. maybe this is what the relationship we had really was. It was all in my head and I was too fucking blind to see any of the red flags."

Leviathan was still confused, but he continued to listen. "I trusted him so so much. But later found out he's been seeing other girls behind my back. Even when he started dating."

"MC, I-" you suddenly grab him by his collar and pushed him back and forth, "I WANT HIM GONE, LEVI. THAT'S WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO." You yelled your lungs out. Leviathan was taken aback. He has never seen you this broken.

"DO YOU HEAR ME, LEVIATHAN? I WANT YOU TO MAKE HIM DISAPPEAR. HIM GONE. ANYTHING. I WANT HIM GONE." You kept pulling and pushing Leviathan. His heart ached seeing you like this. He grabbed onto your hands and held them, "MC, I can't do that."

"Levi, please. I can't do this anymore. Was I not good enough for him?" You let go of him as tears rolled down your face once again. "I can't anymore. I can't.. live anymore."

Leviathan pulled you into a tight hug, "don't say that you idiot. He's not good enough for you. No one is. Please don't think so negatively." He said and stroked the back of your head lightly, comforting you.

"He deserves way more than that. I'll protect you, okay? If he hurts or if anyone hurts you again, I'll make sure they get what they deserve." You both let go of each other.

"Thank you so much, Levi. Sorry for involving you with my mess." You wiped the tears off of your eyes and sniffled. "Any time. I'll always be here for you."

"Hey Levi," he raised a brow and looked at you. "What did you mean when you said.. you said that no one deserves me."

"I- uh.." he looked at you and you had this look on your face that he could never say no or lie to.

"MC, you're very special. Unlike all these normies, disgusting normies, you're.. different. You're kind, caring, very thoughtful, and just.. a great person." His face reddened even more when you didn't say anything.

"Was that too much? I'm sorry I should probably-" he was about to stand up and leave but you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards you, kissing him on his lips.

"MC.." you too were embarrassed, "I just thought.. I would do that." You gave him a smile, trying to hide your red cheeks as well. Leviathan cupped your cheek and pulled you closer to him, kissing you.

Note: was too lazy to check for typos if there are any I am so sorry

[ssixa]

CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 3.5K

Warning: explicit language

A/n: yay finally a long chapter! glad y’all are enjoying this story! The collage sucks for this one, but it was a struggle lol.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Six

~Months Later~

I can’t believe the tour has already kicked off! Especially it being a world tour, the poor boys are going to be so excited and yet exhausted. 

“Yo bitch, whatcha doin this weekend?” I text my best friend y/f/n

“Nothin, probs just going to the bar. Wassup?” She replied 

“Guess who scored us some tickets to a very specific concert that we couldn’t get tickets for?” I send with a smirk

“Biittchhhh you dddiiiddnn’ttttt”

“Bbbiiittcchhhh I dddiiiddd” 

“How the hell did you get Got7 tickets when they’re sold out...what organs did you sell?” She questioned suddenly 

“Let’s just say I met a trustworthy person who was selling them for cheap” I reply not wanting to ruin the surprise

“Fuck it, I don’t want to know, just tell me how much they are later” she sends

“Np” 

“Also we better take some cute ass pics when we’re there, but then again, when do we ever not take cute ass pics” I send 

“Bitch you best believe I’ll look cute, don’t you worry” 

I put my phone away after scrolling through my social medias out of boredom. This weekend can’t come fast enough honestly. Just gotta make it through the work week at my other job. Yet again so many Karen’s coming in and doing what Karen’s do, men fully disregarding what I’m saying because I’m a young black woman; so on and so forth. The week was more busy than I thought because at a blink of an eye it was Saturday aka the day of the Got7 concert! I decided to get dressed at y/f/n’s place since it would be more convenient since she lives closer to the venue.

After getting dressed (and lookin fucking cute, but sexy at the same time) we head to the venue. I direct y/f/n that we should walk towards the ticketing booth in order to pick up the tickets. Luckily the tour and this venue had a common agreement on different ways you can have your tickets and luckily buying and picking up the physical ones at the booth was one option. 

“Ugh I seriously need to find out who got you these tickets! They can be our concert ticket dealer hahaha” y/f/n says

“A girl has her secrets” I give her a wink and keep walking.

We head towards the entrance of the venue and wait in line until doors open. As we do for past concerts, we start conversations with other fans in line. A basic convo of “who’s your bias?”, “what other groups do y’all stan?”, etc. Luckily it makes the time go by faster because before we knew it, doors opened and they started scanning tickets and letting everyone in. We found our seats and saw that some of the fans we made friends with in line were sitting right behind us. We continued our conversation about nothing specific really until I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down and see that Mark messaged me, 

“Y/NNNNNNN!!!!” Mark messaged

“MAAARRRKKKK!!!” I replied 

“I see you”

“Can you please not be creepy”

“Awe but it’s fun! ANYWAYS I can’t believe you’re here I can’t wait to see you!” he replied excitedly 

“I can’t wait to see you either! First time I’m getting to see you performing on stage. I seriously can’t” I quickly reply

“OH RIGHT! I remember why I texted you, check under your chair” he messaged

“You’re making me nervous boy”

“First of all, I’m a man. Second of all, stop being a wimp and look under your chair” he replies back with an eye rolling emoji. 

I decide to give in and squeeze myself on the ground between my chair and the chair in front of me. I feel a little bit around until my hand takes hold of something. I pull it out and it’s an envelope so I open it because what harm is there in opening a mysterious envelope from Mark. When I opened it, I shut it just as quickly, I looked side to side to make sure no one saw, shoved it in my bag, and grabbed my phone. 

“Mark Tuan imma kill you” I message adding a crying emoji

“Am I your favorite member now?” he said with a cute emoji

“Nope, still loyal, but Mark you really didn’t have to do this! VIP BACKSTAGE PASSES”

“How could I not?! You’re one of my friends that I cherish and it’s been so long. The fact that you thought that just attending the concert would be the end of it...I’m hurt” he replies almost sounding a little too butthurt. 

“Fine fine, but you know I love you right! I seriously can’t believe I can even call you a friend, let alone a close friend at that!” I message excitedly 

“I-love you too, you’re seriously someone I didn’t expect to show up in the circumstances they did. Thank goodness you did though, I was on the brink of murdering Yug because he was just calling me by my name. That child has no respect”

“Mark, honey, you’re American, I wouldn’t have guessed you were so serious about that type of stuff” I retorted

“Well I’m used to the way things run so I just want to hit him sometimes, what an annoying brat” he sent. I ended up laughing and y/f/n looked at me curious as to what was so funny on my phone. I quickly hid it, but I already knew she knew something was up. That’s why I was grateful when she didn’t push further because she knows I always end up spilling the tea later.

“That makes sense anyways you see where I am right?” I ask

“Yup, you look pretty” he comments as he always does

“Whatever, you see the girl to the right of me?” 

“Kinda, I can’t really see her face though”

“Oh let me help” I replied. 

“Yo y/f/n let’s take a pic” I get her attention. She turned around and agreed seeing that it wasn’t unusual for us to take pics together, especially at concerts. 

“Ooo these are cute” she comments then turns back around to keep talking to our new friends. 

“See now, cute right?” I text Mark

“Oh yeah~ she’s cute I guess, what about her though?” He replies

“That’s the friend I was telling you about and lucky for you she doesn’t have a solid bias in the group yet” I mention knowing that it would peek his interest. 

“Oh she doesn’t now, well now I’m even more excited to meet her” he comments, with easy excitement detected in his message. 

“Well thanks to you, we all get to meet each other!” I message excitedly 

“You’re very welcome sweetheart, but I gtg my turn to get pretty” he sends

“Lol you’ve always been pretty, but see you later!” 

“Lol bye” he texted lastly. 

I spend the rest of the time before the concert trying to devise how I’m going to keep surprising y/f/n until we reach the boys while still talking to our new friends. I decided that I would say I found these badges in one of the bathroom stalls after going in after a staff member and decided that it would be our ticket into the backstage. Perfect, not only is it a crazy idea, but the prize at the end (her reaction) will be the icing on the cake. I decided to text Mark about the plan and to also tell the manager so when we do get back there we don’t get in actual trouble. He saw my message and sent an emoji making sure I understood he got the message. This made the whole experience even better.  

The lights dimmer and we knew the show was starting. The whole place erupted in screams and chants of “Got7” echoing everywhere. The stage lit up and the boys walked out. I screamed and almost busted a lung at how good the boys looked up there. Mark looking exceptionally nice almost made me forget how much of an idiot he really is. It amazes me how humans can deceive each other so easily by just putting on an act. 

The concert was beyond amazing! I almost forgot while in the middle of the concert how I actually know the boys and consider them my friends. My mind went back to just being a simple ahgase and it being just that. It wasn’t until Mark came to my side of the stage and did some weird thing that I recalled that I actually know this fool personally. Then Mark pointed me out to the other members so once they spotted me they made their rounds to come to my side of the stage and do something that made my whole side scream. One girl in front of me thought that the finger heart from Jackson was for her when it was really meant for me. Poor girl.

The concert went on, screams were loud, fanchants were strong, light stick choreo was on point, the BOYS choreo was definitely on point, and honestly everything was just perfect. In the back of my head I couldn’t wait to finally meet the boys and better yet, be able to get this secret off my chest. I still hadn’t told anyone of me knowing the boys so to be able to tell y/f/n was going to be a load off my chest. It was the end of the concert with the boys concluding it with a classic that is “A.” During one of the chorus point dances JB came to my side of the stage like he had done once or twice before. While Youngjae and him sang the chorus JB never stopped looking me during the certain lyrics

“Ei da aneunde wae jakku sumgyeo

Nega nal joahaneunge imi

Ne eolgure sseuyeoisseo

Ei nareul boda wae nuneul dollyeo

Da aneunde ei e...”

(Translated: “Hey I already know everything so why are you hiding

It’s written all over your face that you like me

Hey why do you look away

I know everything”)

Contradictory to the lyrics, more specifically JB’s verse, I couldn’t look away. Was he confessing...to me? There’s now way. My heart sped up at the thought that my bias, my ult bias at that, has feelings for me! It was hard to get immersed in the rest of the concert with my head getting mixed signals of what JB really did was meant for me or just did it to tease me, not like it would be the first time. We talked a lot over messenger and really clicked, that included him reminding me that he knew that he was my favorite. Yeah I grew legit feelings for him, but my brain rationalized that it wouldn’t make sense for that to ever exist beyond that, but if what he did right now on stage was him confessing to me, maybe...there’s a chance.

It’s just the possibility of him liking me from only talking to me, while my feelings have existed. I need to stop thinking about this because there’s no way

“Y/n just enjoy the rest of the concert” I mumbled to myself. Thank goodness it was loud and dark enough that no one could hear me or see me. 

When the concert ended, y/f/n and I just sat there in utter amazement. We couldn’t believe we just had the chance to witness this and not to mention a relief since it had been so long for Got7 to come back to a city near enough that we could travel. After a moment of shock, I looked at her

“Yo bitch” I said to grab her attention

“What bitch?” She replied, such friendship

“This night ain’t over yet” I commented and signaled for her to look down her face of confusion and shock filled her face

“Y/n how the hell did you get these?!” She whispered yelled to not get much attention to us

“Remember when I went to the bathroom earlier? I guess I used a stall after one of the staff members and they misplaced it there” I commented hoping she would believe the lie

“Y/n you don’t do wild shit like that though, it’s always me” she mentions 

“I know but I’m willing to risk it all because what’s the worst that could happen?” I say hoping to convince her

“Well first we could be black listed by JYP, we would be the new face of sasaengs and last I checked there aren’t many or many in general black sasaengs...that should be enough reasons not to do it” she said.

“Yes, but if it works then we have a high chance of meeting Got7 and think about how much staff they have. What’s the likeliness they would know who we are'' I bring up

“Damn, you making me do dumb bitch shit...fine I’m in” she says. Score. 

We made our way out with most everyone just like normal, but snuck away to a secluded area where security wasn’t looking through. We slipped through a door that led through a hallway that led backstage. Getting backstage we were looked at sideways but everyone was rushing everywhere not paying us any mind (thank goodness their staff was pretty diverse), but I’m surprised no one noticed how different we stick out especially with our outfits. . 

We slip passed another door, we turned around getting stopped in our tracks by the boys’ manager. He wore this scowl on his face and both of us freaked. Then I remembered Mark texted me saying the manager would have eyes around the place so when we sneak in he would know where we were. So when running into him and seeing the scowl I knew he was just faking it and yet it was so believable. He stared us down,

“Now I don’t think I recognize you two” he comments 

“Um well you see” y/f/n starts in a slight panic

“We were given these passes by someone higher up in the company so we just decided to let ourselves in instead of waiting for the person they were going to send” I replied back confidently hoping it sounded believable enough...to y/f/n that is.

“‘Someone higher up huh?’ well who might that be exactly?” he questioned 

“I don’t have to say and you can’t make me” I snap back with a bit of attitude 

“Well if it is like that, I can’t allow you to proceed any further” he snarls back. Wow he’s really into this. JYP should really look into an acting career for this man and if not that give him a raise or something.

“Now if you two ladies could follow me to this room and I’ll get security to come deal with you both” he continued. y/f/n was getting visibly overwhelmed, but thankfully she had her inhaler with her. I hated to see that her reaction was getting that intense, but we were so close.

“Fine” I replied back fake angrily. y/f/n and I follow the manager back to a room that was labeled “Security” on the front. Perfect, everything was going to plan. Mark helped give more detail to my plan and thought to get a sheet of paper and put security to make the plan more believable. What we didn’t know though is under that sheet of paper it actually said “Artists Dressing Room.” It also occurred to me how good the manager's english had gotten. I guess it worked out with my Korean also getting much better as well. Luckily, I told y/f/n that I decided to study Korean again so she didn’t question why I was able to speak so well. She is able to speak pretty well herself, but the intensity of the situation caused her brain to freak out not being able to respond.

Once we reached the door, the manager slowly turned around. We briefly made eye contact and a smirk slightly graced his face. This is it, y/f/n looked like her nerves were a bit calmer, but I was sure to stand behind her in case she passed out. The manager opened the door and stepped to the side, he ushered us in and I gasp really loudly, 

“OMG IT’S GOT7” I exclaim. The boys all shot their heads up from different areas of the room, the sense of panic that graced their face for a few seconds made it even better. That stupid Mark, I guess he didn’t tell the boys of the plan so they must have thought that we were crazed fans who actually snuck in. Once the boys stared in shock for a few more seconds, all the sudden I hear

“y/nnnnn!!!” Mark screamed and dashed from the chair he was lounging in for a hug. I start laughing hysterically when I turn to see y/f/n’s hella confused face. It took me all the strength to try and stop laughing, but eventually I was able to calm down enough to talk,

“SURPRISE BITCH!!” I look to y/f/n and yell, her face still in utter shock and confusion. 

“Hey boys” I wave crazily to the boys who finally have the previous shock go away and have faces grazed with the biggest of smiles.

“y/n, how are you here?!” Youngjae questioned. From my peripheral vision I could see the boys look with beaming eyes mentally waiting for the answer to that same exact question they were all sharing. I look to Mark and comment

“You idiot, you didn’t tell them?” I laugh

“Well seeing you were surprising your friend, I wanted to do the same for the boys” he laughed back. 

“Makes sense, this was worth it though to see their faces” we both started laughing. Mark went on to explain in Korean about the plan we concocted and how we were able to execute it along with the help of the manager and other staff members. The boys nod and I turn to y/f/n explaining everything similarly. 

“I hate you so much right now” y/f/n says but with humor

“Awe but I love you so much” I replied back lovingly

“Mark this is my friend y/f/n I was telling you about before” I turn to Mark and say

“Nice to meet you!” Mark said with a bright smile

“Nice to meet you too” y/f/n replied back slightly shyly but still with slight confidence. Mark directs us to go and sit down on the chair that was previously occupied by him and Jackson. We all took a seat while BamBam, Yug, and JB were getting their makeup taken off and getting dressed in more comfier clothing behind a panel. 

“This is crazy that we’re finally getting to meet you y/n though it feels like we’ve been friends for ages’ Jackson speaks up.

“I know right! It’s still surreal that we’re all pretty good friends given we’ve never met physically...well except for Mark that is” 

“Wait how do you even know Mark...like how the hell did that even happen?” y/f/n speaks up. The boys looked at each other surprised that she didn’t know even though Mark and I had been talking for months. I look to Mark to see if it was fine to tell her given that he’s not one of my patients anymore, but still it would be illegal and immoral to start spilling unless allowed. He gives me the go ahead and I turn back to y/f/n and explain to her how it came to be. From all the stupid stuff he said to getting to talk to the boys over facetime, nothing was left unturned. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and how lucky I was to have a chance encounter like this. 

“Wow you really lived the ‘y/n’ life right now huh?” She commented

“I’m just glad I was able to get it off my chest, it was really hard trying to keep this a secret for that long” I laughed 

“But why now, like how long you think you would’ve held it in if they didn’t have a tour?” she questioned

“Honestly I was close to just spilling everything, but luckily the tour was announced. You can also thank Mark for the free tickets and passes by the way” I laughed. y/f/n looked at Mark and had no other way of phrasing words than to say thank you multiple times

“It’s no problem at all, your reaction was priceless though! It made it worth it in the end” he laughed.

I sit there looking at my surroundings amazed this is actually happening. Mark irritatingly asked y/f/n to tell him stories of stupid shit I’ve done in the past because I refused to tell him. y/f/n went along I’m guessing as payback for the stupid stunt I pulled with this whole encounter. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to put those two together because now Jackson is listening in and I guess so is BamBam from the makeup chair because I can hear him laughing along with everyone else at some part of the story that I don’t even remember (I must have been drunk...whoops). Even then, I don’t think anything could top this moment…

Now I have to figure out why JB has been avoiding interactions with me since y/f/n and I walked in. 

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[marvinswriting]

past

hurt/comfort(/hurt?) fic two :) I've combined multiple prompts I've received before in order to create this MESS GENERALIZED TW: struggling to breath; d slur; harassment (no death in this one :( ) G/t mean girls au

I guess it's my fault for expecting things to change. For thinking it may go away. 

I wasn't plastic anymore. 

Why didn't they leave me alone?

Because I was space dyke now. It's arguably worse. 

The plastics didn't have to hide their hate for me anymore.

"Please leave me alone." I repeat myself, pushed up against the wall on the tiny pick up zone. I could just run into the tiny area of the school, but Regina might follow. Even still, it is one against one rather than one against three-

I don't get a chance to test my odds as Gretchen grabs me. 

Regina was on Karen's shoulder looking amused. Karen looked a little guilty for letting this happened but she stayed quiet. 

And Gretchen-

I yelp as the hand around me tightens. 

She had me in her fist, hands pinned at my side. It was a way I haven't been picked up in a while, and you don't see me complaining. 

Damian always made sure to ask before picking me up, and even then its never in a fist.

Oh god, I can't breathe.

"Gret-" tears are forming in the corner of my eyes. I can't tell if its from emotions of the lack of air in my lungs.

Just when I think I'm going to pass out, her grip loosens.

Typical.

"Gretch, put her down. I wanna talk with the dyke." Regina says slyly.

Gretchen obediently drops me roughly on the pick-up zone.

How did this even happen?

I was supposed to be waiting for Damian.

He still had play rehearsal but I figured nobody would be here to harass me if I just waited at the pick-up zone.

I was wrong.

Clearly.

Karen places Regina down much more gently then Gretchen let me fall. 

"Hello, space dyke." Regina smiles.

"So we aren't even on first name bases anymore?" I shoot back.

Regina shook her head. "I'm afraid not. I mean- it was only a matter of time before we woke up to how worthless you are. And everyone else did too."

She gets really close to me, leaning in my face. "And that one boy? Damian? I don't think he'll stick around much longer either if I'm being honest."

I swallow hard. I'm not gonna cry. Nope. Nu-uh.

"I mean, being friends with you brings him nothing but bad attention. Anyone with common sense would leave. And does he know how fucked up you are? The dyke scared of her own shadow? The stupid girl who couldn't defend herself? Jumps at everything?"

The worst part was, Regina wasn't wrong.

I am fucked up. Every time Damian reaches out to me I flinch. If somebody yells I jump.

"You're like a scared puppy, kicked to the side of the road. Unwanted by anyone." Regina said, stepping backward. "I bet if you told Damian he wouldn't believe you. Or he'd use it as an excuse to leave."

"I would." Gretchen says.

She never speaks while Regina is talking, but Regina doesn't cut her off. I guess all is game when fucking with the space dyke. 

"Bye now," Regina says, blowing a kiss condescendingly.

Karen picks her up and the three plastics leave, satisfied with their work. 

I slip into the tiny hallway. Damian's practice should be ending soon but he has to wait. 

He'll understand.

I hope.

I can't wrap my head around the idea of being with anyone right now. Especially not somebody so much bigger than me.

Damian won't hurt me.

I knew that.

I just need to be alone.

I duck into the bathroom, a hand covering my mouth as I let out a cry. 

Why did I let their words get to me so much?

More importantly, why were they right?

Nobody wants to hang out with space dyke. And they don't even know the half of it. The plastics dropped me because they knew how fucked up I was. It's so much easier to just leave me behind. To move on and live your life.

My phone rings, causing me to jump.

Stupid. Flinching at everything.

Regina was right.

I pick up the phone, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Jan? Where are you? Drama got out a little late but you're still not here?"

"Sorry, Damian." I chew my nail, looking at the mess in the mirror that my reflection. "Got a little sidetracked with my sketchbook. You know how zoned out I get while drawing. I'll be right over."

"Okay." Damian says simply. I hang up before he can say anything more and quickly try and make it look like I wasn't just crying. 

I wipe my mascara away from under my eyes and fix my hair before rushing out of the bathroom. Damian was already there, as predicted.

"Hey, hon." He smiles, placing his hand down next to me.

I take a small step back on instinct before walking over and climbing on. Damian transfers me to his shoulder, where I sit on the edge, legs handing off his shoulder. 

"You can sit closer to my neck yknow," Damian begins as he starts walking. "I don't want you to fall."

"Yeah," I say softly, but I don't bother to move. 

We pass a group of football jocks as Damian makes his way to the bus stop. It's only then when I lean in closer, grabbing onto his hoodie. 

I make eye contact with one of the boys and I stiffen, but he rolls his eyes and keeps walking. 

Damian sits down at one of the benches. "You okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You're acting odd today. I can't figure out why but something is up. Did anybody come up to you before I was done with theater?"

While Damian may not know about the plastics, he knew about the general harassment from the school. He knew I didn't finish eighth grade in school because it was so bad. But he didn't know about what Gretchen did. Or what Regina said.

I waved away invisible flies with a nervous laugh. "It's fine. I'm fine. It's really nothing, okay?"

"Jan, you can't expect me to believe nothing happened. Not when you flinch every time something touches you." 

I look down at my boots. The hurt in Damian's voice was too much. 

"You can trust me. I know something is wrong but I can't help you unless you open up. I can't understand unless you explain it to me."

I chewed my lip. "You're gonna wanna leave." I mumble. I'm not even sure if Damian can hear me. 

I mean, it made sense. Who wanted to hang out with the space dyke. Damian was probably just waiting for an excuse to leave me behind. I know I would. 

A hand comes up to gently scoop me off his shoulder and I know he heard. 

"Janis. You're my best friend. Even in the two months, we've gotten close I can say that with confidence. There is no one else I'd rather hang out with, no matter what. I won't leave."

I look up at him. Just like the say we met there's into anything but genuine care in his eyes. 

I know what I'm about to say might make Damian take back everything. I know nobody wants to hang out with space dyke in general. And they don't know the underlying baggage. 

"Janis." Damian pushes again. His thumb rubs my arm reassuringly. "Please tell me what's hurting you."

I take a breath, fully aware that I could be destroying the one good friendship I ever had. "You know Gretchen?"

-

I didn't go into full depth on what Gretchen would do. 

I also didn't mention today. And how much the words hurt.

I glazed over it, trying to give Damian as little reason to leave as possible.

Still, by the time I was done Damian had shifted so his hands were cupped protectively around me and he looked like he was about to cry.

I didn't even tell him the worst.

"I didn't know." He said softly.

I shrug. "How could you have?"

"Janis what she did was seriously not okay. It's perfectly valid for you to be fucked up over it. I'm not gonna ditch you because of that."

I let myself sink into his hands further. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

Damian slips me into his jacket pocket as the bus pulls up. "Let's talk more at my house, okay? I won't be able to hear you on the loud bus."

I nod, knowing Damian can't see me. 

Slipping down further into the pocket I can already feel the fear of Damian leaving fade. If he wanted to leave why push it off? Why not just drop me right here and let me find my own way home? The tiny bus wasn't here yet, he definitely could have. But he didn't.

The giant bus was loud, with students yelling and mumbling into each other. But I didn't freak out. I was with Damian. Nothing was going to happen to me.

yet another fic where janis walks away safe. but how many more? tags! @realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

[purple-spring]

songfic day 6: sorry (boy, bye)

A blonde and a brunette walk into bar. One’s nursing a broken heart over shots. The other meets a bartender. 

A Bughead meet cute at a club.

(Inspired by Beyoncé’s “Sorry” - a song that makes you want to dance.)

...

“One more? Pleeeeeeeaaase?”

“Nope, you’re done, Veronica.”

Betty plucked the shot glass out of her best friend’s hand and smoothed down the dark hair plastered to her damp forehead. This was... what? Their third emergency night out in six months? Veronica and Archie had danced around their on-again, off-again relationship for years, and Betty had heard the chorus of this time we’re done, we’re really, really done over and over again in that time. This time, however, actually seemed final: Veronica had been the one to cut it off, but apparently regretted it immediately. Hence, the shots.

“Sorry, I ain’t sorry…”

The sounds of Beyoncé caused Veronica to stand up suddenly and wave her arms about. “Oh my god, yeeeeeessssss! This is MY fucking song!!!! I--”

But something stopped her short. She looked like she was about to hurl. Betty looked around desperately. Cheryl and Toni were still grinding on the dance floor, Josie was flirting with the DJ, and Ethel was nowhere to be seen. The lines to the bathroom looked ridiculous. Inwardly, she fretted, praying that Ronnie could hold her liquor for just one more minute.

“Hey, you two okay?”

Betty turned around. A tall, dark-haired bartender was staring at the two of them, looking worried. Even in the chaos of the moment, she couldn’t help but note two things: 

1. The way that the flashing lights inside the club illuminated his blue eyes.

2. His tattoo: a small Basquiat crown on the inside of a lean, ropey forearm.

She looked up. He had noticed her staring, and had the audacity to grin.

“Um, we’re fine,” she said tersely, trying to hide her embarrassment at this stranger’s recognition that she’d just checked him out. “I just have to take my friend out and--”

“Oh, no, you can’t just let her throw up in the alley - that’s gross,” he said. “Come on, I’ll take you to the staff bathroom.”

He held his hand out expectantly. She gave him a look. “Are you kidding?” 

“It’s crowded out there,” he said matter-of-factly. “Don’t want you to get lost.”

Despite having to half-drag, half-carry a nauseous Veronica behind her, Betty decided that it wasn’t the worst thing to be holding on to this cute stranger’s hand as they made their way through the throng of club patrons. Every now and then, the guy turned around to check up on them, and Betty thought that was kinda sweet.

He let go of her hand as soon as they were out of the crowd, and led them down a small passageway. He opened a door on the side and Veronica lunged towards the toilet, just making it in time. Betty held her hair back as she threw up, while the bartender stood by.

“Fuck Archie,” Veronica muttered miserably. “Fuck all men.”

“Hey, shhh,” Betty said. She looked up apologetically at the bartender, mouthing I’m so sorry. He looked amused.

“Hang on, can I just... I need a moment,” Veronica said, gesturing for them to close the door.

“Wait.” Betty held out her hand. “Give me your phone. You’re not texting him. You’re drunk.”

“Ugh.” Veronica pulled her phone out of her bra. “I hate you.”

Betty blew her a kiss before closing the door. “Hey, thanks for that,” she said to the bartender.

“No problem.” He smiled at her. She decided she liked his smile. “Your friend hates guys, huh?”

“Oh.” She laughed. “Just one guy, really. And she doesn’t. She loves him.”

“I was gonna say, I don’t blame her. The city’s full of creeps. I serve them here, every night.” 

“That’s gotta be shit.”

“It is what it is. Luckily, this isn’t my day job.”

“It isn’t?” Betty was curious. “What do you do?”

“I’m a writer. Hence, the second bartender job.”

“Oh. What do you write?”

“That,” he said, taking one step towards her, “will cost you dinner.”

She scoffed lightheartedly and arched an eyebrow. “Ah, so is that your typical bartender line? Help girls out when they throw up, then take them out to dinner?”

“Well, no. Technically, you’re not throwing up - your friend is.”

Betty had to laugh. He was persistent - she’ll give him that. She shook her head. “Give me a reason.”

He took her hand. For a moment, Betty thought he was going to hold it again, but instead he bent his head down, his lips hovering just above her wrist. His dark forelock fell down, grazing her skin. She felt his breath, and felt her pulse jump. 

“‘Ride the air’,” he said, reading her tattoo. “Toni Morrison, right?”

“Y-yes.”

“Favourite author?”

“Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

A moment passed. They locked eyes. Finally, he let go of her wrist, breaking the tension. Her body screamed at him to kiss it, to fucking bite it.

“You let me know if you wanna talk,” he said, turning to leave. “I gotta get back to my shift.”

Betty was flustered. “I-I don’t even know your name.”

He turned around, walking backwards so he could take one last look at her, the fluorescent lights illuminating his half-smile. “Jughead. Jughead Jones.”