#this is just a rough n rushed job. one day i will make a webbed site thats dedicated to characters' closets

[neurotypical-sonic]

Mobile Games Alt Costumes!

list and refs of different characters costumes from Sonic Forces: Speed Battle, and Sonic Dash. Because I want to be able to look at them all in one place

Pirate Sonic (SD)

Elf Classic Sonic (SD/SFSB)

Sluger Sonic (SD/SFSB)

Snowdrift Sonic (SD/SFSB)

Dragonfire Sonic (SD/SFSB)

Jester Sonic (SD/SFSB)

Dragonclaw Tails (SD/SFSB)

Paladin Amy (SD/SFSB)

Allstar Amy (SD/SFSB)

Jingle Belle Amy (SD/SFSB)

Popstar Amy (SD/SFSB)

Panda Amy (SD/SFSB)

Treasure Hunter Knuckles (SD/SFSB)

Mummy Knuckles (SD/SFSB)

Captain Shadow (SD)

Vampire Shadow (SD/SFSB)

Dragon Hunter Lancelot (SD/SFSB)

Chrono Silver (SD/SFSB)

Nutcracker Silver (SD/SFSB)

Lantern Silver (SFSB)

Rockstar Rouge (SD/SFSB)

Elite Agent Rouge (SD/SFSB)

Valentine Rouge (SD/SFSB)

Witch Rouge (SD/SFSB)

Unicorn Cream (SD/SFSB)

Spring Cream (SFSB)

theres a 30 picture post limit so thats it for now. I might make another post but i dont really care enough about the other characters to do All Of That so 🤷 tumblr posts is not the best place for archiving things, the formatting sucks

[discoscoob]

A.G. Peter Parker x Gn!Reader

Summary: You and Peter are enjoying your morning together in bed when you roommate Eddie returns home acting very strange

Word count: 1.2k

CW: None

A/N: I have been feeling a lot of love for both Andrew’s Spider-Man and Eddie/Venom lately and really wanted to write something with both of them

•••

You felt soft fingertips lightly trace over the top of your cheek, gently rousing you from your sleep. Before you even opened your eyes a smile curved at your lips and you snuggled closer into Peter’s warm bare chest with a pleased but tired hum to which he responded with a faint smirk.

It was the first time you and Peter had spent the night together since the two of you began dating and you fully intended to make the most of your morning together as well.

“Let’s stay here all day.” You mumbled between kisses that you planted across his fresh linen scented skin as you circled your arms around his waist and hooked one of your legs over his.

“You read my mind.” He replied as he rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him and combed his fingers over your scalp.

The pair of you remained silent just basking in each other’s warmth and the rays of sunlight that leaked through the gaps in your curtains.

The moment was so still and peaceful until the sound of your apartment door slamming shut caught Peter’s attention and his head quickly raised off of his pillow and his arm tightened around your shoulders.

“It’s just my roommate Eddie.” You reminded him and he relaxed with a sigh as the both of you listened to your roommate loudly shuffling around your kitchen. He was talking to someone but you couldn’t hear a second voice which meant he was on the phone.

“Does he usually come home this late – or early?” Peter softly asked as he continued to draw patterns across your shoulder blades and you replied with a shrug.

“He just lost his job, I think he’s having a rough time at the moment.” You explained and Peter hummed in acknowledgment.

When you heard Eddie’s loud footsteps run past your bedroom door both you and Peter raised your heads and listened as the sound of him puking his guts up echoed from the bathroom.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Peter looked at you concerned.

“He is probably hungover.” You concluded but Peter didn’t seem convinced as his brown eyes didn’t leave your bedroom door.

Peter almost immediately shuffled out from under you when he heard Eddie let out a scream which was followed by a loud crash.

“Stay here.” He told you as he grabbed one of his web shooters from your bedside table and strapped it to his wrist as he moved across your bedroom with caution, dressed only in a pair of navy blue boxers.

“What? No!” You protested as you pulled his creased shirt over your head and followed after him as he made his way towards your bathroom.

“Stay back.” Peter warned you with his arm stretched out in a stop gesture. You halted under your bedroom doorway and watched curiously as Peter slowly cracked open the bathroom door.

“Oh god!” Peter gasped as he pushed into your bathroom calling Eddie’s name and you instantly became alarmed by his reaction and rushed in behind him.

You found Eddie lying unconscious in your empty bathtub with half of the shower curtain draped over his body and Peter crouched over him trying to shake him awake.

“Oh my god, what happened?” You questioned out loud.

“Eddie, can you hear me?” Peter called out to your roommate as he shook him by his shoulders.

Eddie began to stir with a groan and brought his hand to the back of his head as he blinked his eyes open to be greeted by the sight of you and Peter stood over him.

“Hello?” Eddie croaked, his throat sounded dry as he drew his brows together and tried to pull himself up out of the bath, noticing him struggle Peter offered him a hand which Eddie accepted and helped pull him to his feet.

“Thanks, man.” Eddie nervously smiled, “you must be Peter, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Peter glanced at you with his thick brows furrowed, wondering why Eddie was acting so casual despite the strange scenario the three of you found yourselves in.

“Are you all right? What happened?” You asked Eddie as you stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder which Eddie recoiled from like it was scalding hot.

Eddie looked between you and and your boyfriend before he took a small step towards the pair of you. “I saw a face in the mirror.” He explained with a lowered voice as he pointed an accusing finger at your bathroom mirror.

You glanced at Peter with concern and he looked back at you with wide eyes that screamed ‘does he usually act like this?’ and you subtly shook your head.

“Most people see a face when they look in a mirror.” Peter nervously joked and you sent him a silent glare that told him to take this more seriously.

“No, it spoke to me. It said my name.” Eddie explained as he rubbed his fingers across his forehead and began to pace in front of you.

“Ed, have you taken something?” You gently asked, not wanting to sound accusatory.

“I’m not high. I swear, I’m not high.” He looked at you sincerely and you could tell he was speaking the truth. “I broke into Drake’s lab, he’s experimenting on humans and killing them. I have evidence, I took photographs on my phone.”

Suddenly Eddie pushed between you and Peter and rushed out the bathroom, you were quick on his heel and Peter was even quicker on yours. You gasped when you saw the state of the kitchen, there was trash and frozen food littered all over the floor and Eddie was standing in the middle of the mess completely unfazed as he frantically searched through his phone.

“Did you do this?” You asked Eddie as you felt Peter slide up behind you and wrap his arm around your waist, he kept a cautious eye on Eddie, you could tell he was becoming increasingly concerned about his behaviour and your safety.

“Oh… yeah,” Eddie admitted as if he had forgotten about the mess surrounding him. “I was… hungry” he offered as if it was a valid explanation for the state the kitchen was in.

Before you could respond Eddie dropped his phone to the floor and jumped back with a surprised yelp, as if he had been frightened by an invisible force. You immediately stepped towards him but Peter held you back and pulled you with him as he began increase the space between you and Eddie.

“Did you hear that?” Eddie looked at you and Peter.

“Something’s not right,” Peter whispered only loud enough for you to hear, “I can feel it.”

“Yeah I don’t need spidey senses to figure that out.” You responded sarcastically as Eddie started mumbling to himself and pacing as he rubbed at the back of his neck, you were pretty certain you heard him whisper ‘I’m not going to eat my roommate and their boyfriend’ to himself.

“I need to speak to Annie.” Eddie suddenly announced to the room before he picked up his phone off the floor and promptly exited the apartment.

“I think you should stay with me tonight.” Peter decided, he had a feeling that whatever was going on with Eddie wasn’t safe.

“I think that would be for the best.” You easily agreed.

[harryspet]

little doe [5] peter parker

[Warnings] peter parker x oc, multiverse oc, fluff, angst, filler chapter, mentions of needles, little editing

A/N: This is going to be the second to last chapter in this series! The support on this story has been great and every like, reblog or comment really makes my heart all warm and fuzzy. 

Like, reblog and let me know what you think!

In which a kiss makes her forget her pain. 

word count: 2.2k

2 MONTHS LATER

“It seems the pills are keeping all her vitals normal,” Pepper unstrapped the blood pressure device from around Doe’s arm. Doe wasn’t sure what all the devices were for but Peter had insisted that Pepper was just making sure she was healthy, “Blood pressure is normal, temperature is higher than average but that’s to be expected. You’re a very healthy girl, Doe.”

Doe grinned, understanding that she had passed whatever test was just given to her. Pepper handed her a blue lollipop and Doe eagerly accepted it, popping it into her mouth. It was Doe’s first time back at Stark Labs and it made her wonder how her life could’ve changed so much in three months. 

“How is she at home? How are her powers?” Pepper asked Peter who was leaned against the wall. The small white office was starting to make him feel a bit claustrophobic. Peter felt a bit anxious which he hated since he knew that Pepper would never hurt her. Still, he felt overly protective whenever Doe left the safety of his apartment. 

“She’s great at home. The beginning was a little rough but we’ve gotten to know each other,” Peter’s eyes raked in Doe’s appearance, how she’d insisted on wearing that bright blue dress that she claimed made her feel like royalty. She turned heads whenever they were in public but it was best for Peter to let her be, “And her powers … it’s clear they’re much stronger when she’s sad or angry.”

“Ah,” Pepper had a light bulb go off above her head, “A true drama queen. I’ve had people doing some research, trying to narrow down what version of earth she might hail from but, without Fury’s top-secret information, I doubt we’ll have much luck.”

Peter tensed up at the mention of Fury, his arms crossed, “You’re not thinking about contacting him, right?”

Pepper sighed, “No, Doe is adjusting well so I don’t see a need to. You’re doing a good job, Peter, I know it must be stressful,” Peter was usually hypercritical of himself and, even though he knew Doe was happy, he still couldn’t help but feel like he’d made mistakes, “Could you hold onto her? I’m going to have someone draw her blood so we can test it and make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

Peter nodded, moving from the wall to where Doe was sitting on the lab table. Pepper grabbed her clipboard and filed out of the room. 

“I did good, Peter?” Doe asked, her English having improved astronomically with MJ teaching her all the time. 

“You did,” Peter assured her, “But we have to do one more thing before we go home. One of the scientists is going to take your blood. That means they have to prick you with a needle.”

“It will hurt?” Peter nodded, tucking a strand of her bright hair behind her ear, “I no want to.”

“You have to. It’s to make sure you’re healthy so you can keep staying with Peter.”

Doe thought it over but she wasn’t fully convinced and soon there was a man in a lab coat that entered the room, “Stay still, okay?” Peter grabbed ahold of Doe’s hand as the man began the short procedure.

Doe’s heart began to race as the man tied the band around her forearm. She began to panic even more as she saw the needle, “No, no, no can’t, Peter! Peter, no!”

The man flashed Peter a concerned look and Peter continued to try to console Doe but she had shut her eyes tight, “Peter! Peter! No, no, no-” Peter smashed his lips onto hers and she stopped her tantrum immediately. He felt Doe’s body relax and Peter held her lips on his as the man pricked her arm with the needle. 

Peter pulled away when her blood had filled the vial. Doe blinked, staring up at Peter in a daze before looking down at her arm. The man was about to open a band-aid when Doe interjected, “Pink color, please?”

The man grinned before picking out the neon pink band-daid, placing it down on where the blood was just drawn, “There you go, dear.”

“Thank you, please. Sorry for yell,” Doe apologized, happily gazing at her new band-aid. All of her little mannerisms made Peter blush. 

As soon as the man left the room, Doe pulled Peter in again for another kiss. He stood between her legs as her lips moved against his. She felt him reach between the waistband of his pants and he had to grab her hand to stop her before she began something that Peter would have to finish. 

“Not here,” Peter rushed out and Doe pouted. Another thing that she couldn’t wrap her mind around was that they couldn’t do certain things in public, “Let’s go home, Doe.”

+

Their trip to Stark Labs lasted longer than Peter initially anticipated and it was dark out by the time they made it to his side of town. Peter shifted the vehicle into park, looking over into the passenger seat to see that Doe was close to dozing off. He looked around the almost empty parking garage and got an eerie feeling. 

“Stay here,” Peter whispered but Doe only moaned something tiredly, nuzzling into her leather chair. Peter opened his door slowly, wanting to take a look around. 

Peter took a few steps and the feeling he had got even worse. He gripped his emergency web-shooters as the sound of screeching tires flooded his ears. A series of black escalades appeared from nowhere, circling their car in the empty parking lot. 

Peter wasn’t worried about taking them down, he could easily do that with his superhuman strength. He was worried because he knew exactly who was going to step from that black car. 

“Look who I’ve run into,” Fury spoke, his usual ‘I am all-knowing’ look on his face, “Peter Parker.”

Peter’s lips pressed into a thin line, “What do you need, Fury?” He wouldn’t have made such a big entrance if he didn’t have some life-altering news for him. 

“Fine, I won’t beat around the bush,” He adjusted his jacket, looking over Peter’s tense appearance, “I think you’ve left some big information out in the last few calls we’ve had.”

Peter shook his head, his arms crossed as he pretended to search his memory, “No, I don’t think so.”

“You’ve grown a lot the last few years,” Peter knew already that he wasn’t the same bumbling, innocent boy he used to be. “I admire that about you but I think you’ve gotten a little too big for your britches. You’re dealing with something you couldn’t possibly understand the future ramifications of.”

Over the last two months, Peter had thought a lot about this very conversation and the future he wanted with Doe. They had only known each other for a short amount of time but Peter already knew her. He knew what he wanted them to be.

“Peter?” His heart stopped as he heard her tired voice. Soon, that voice grew worried as she appeared from around the car, Peter was quick to be at her side. 

“Doe, go sit in the car,” Peter winced as the girl didn’t budge, looking past Peter’s shoulders to see Nick Fury standing idly by. 

“Bad guy?” Doe asked, an otherworldly power was dancing on Doe’s fingertips and she was ready to protect Peter at all cost. 

“No, not a bad guy-”

“Multiverse Being #165, believed to be from Earth version 482,” Fury interrupted and Peter turned, an eyebrow raised in confusion, “But it seems Peter has given you a new name. It’s nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

Peter grabbed her hand as Doe moved to stand beside him, “M-My name is Doe.”

Fury’s eyes wandered to wear their hands held each other, “I can tell she’s adjusting well.”

“She’s not going anywhere, Fury, if that’s what you’re here for,” Peter stated firmly, “And she won’t be apart of whatever scheme you’re planning next.”

“I don’t plan schemes, Parker. Everything I do is for the benefit of the entire planet.”

“And everything I do from now on is for her,” Doe looked up at Peter, not catching every detail of the conversation but understanding how serious the conversation was. Even when she had caused trouble around the apartment, she had never seen him this tense, “So I decide what happens.”

“And if earth needs her? For the greater good?”

“I decide,” Peter stated again, knowing it would be a long time before she was ready for anything like that, “If she trains if she doesn’t. Just trust me, Fury.”

Fury thought for a moment. Although he was constantly questioning Stark’s decision to trust him, Fury decided to back down, “Remember I got my eye on you, Parker.” After an intense staring contest, Fury was off and Peter had won for now. 

Doe stared up at Peter and as he saw that same innocence in her eyes, he squeezed her hand tightly. 

+

Doe despised Peter’s video games. Especially when Ned would come over and they’d sit on the couch for four hours straight playing them. Doe’s love and attention meter dwindled by the second but she couldn’t do what she normally did. If she threw a tantrum she wouldn’t get a sticker on her “Good Behavior Chart”. 

She stared up at the fridge where it was displayed in all its glitter and construction paper letters. She could get a reward at the end of each week for having good behavior every day and today was day seven. 

As the clock above the stove turned to midnight, Doe grabbed the chart off the fridge and marched into the living room where Peter was still playing a video game, “Peter,” She called his name, knowing he couldn’t hear her through his headphone, “Peterrrrr.”

As Doe came into a view, Peter quickly shouted, “Just one more game and then I’ll tuck you in. One more.”

Doe’s shoulders fell before a light bulb went off in her mind. Since today was technically over, she didn’t have to be on her best behavior anymore. Doe took a seat by Peter who was playing shirtless and in his boxers. She set the chart to the side before crawling beneath his arms and into his lap. 

She nuzzled her face into his neck, her hands running over his strong chest and then his biceps, causing Peter to pause the game. Doe grinned as Peter set his controller to the side, and she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands slid over her bottom, gripping the flesh there as she leaned in to kiss him. 

Peter had already closed his eyes and when their lips never met, he opened his eyes, “Sticker please?”

Peter’s head tilted back in realization, “You tricked me!”

Doe giggled, grabbing the chart to show him, “No trick. Peter and video game is bad. Peter and Doe is good . . . Doe and sticker is very very good.”

“Fine, you’re the boss,” Peter complied, swooping Doe up as he stood from the couch, “I guess you’ve been a good girl all week … if you don’t count the smoothie incident.” Doe pouted, thinking back to how she didn’t know you had to put the top on the blender. The smoothie still ended up tasting good which was all that mattered to her. 

Peter carried her into the kitchen and set her down onto the counter as he began ruffling through drawers, “Ah, here they are,” He opened one to find an assortment of stickers, “Which one do you want?”

This was Doe’s favorite part and she had practically ranked them all for her favorite to least favorite. She pointed to one shaped like a rainbow and Peter proceeded to place it onto the Sunday square. Doe clapped in excitement, knowing she was only a week away from filling up the entire month. 

“Gift now?” She asked, biting down on her bottom lip, as Peter placed the chart back on the fridge. 

Peter yawned, “What would you like this week?”

“Sex.”

Peter’s mouth parted in surprise, “What?”

“Like Game of Thrones.”

Peter blinked, confusion evident in his expression, “When have you been watching Game of Thrones?”

“MJ watch with me. She like when people-” Doe made the motion of a knife being stabbed into her stomach. Peter grabbed her hands, pulling them back away from her stomach. 

Peter shook his head in disbelief, “I really need to change the locks and you shouldn’t be watching shows like that.”

“Sex is bad? But we do sex-”

“Yes but-” Peter cut himself off as his thoughts interrupted him, “It’s just different, Doe. And we do a lot of things but we haven’t actually ... “ It was a line that Peter had yet to cross and he was still quite satisfied with what they already had. 

“Peter?” Doe held his face in her hand, wanting him to reassure her. 

“The first time you have sex … it might hurt and I-I don’t wanna hurt you, Doe.”

Doe’s face softened at the look of worry in his eyes, “Like the nee-dle?”

Peter nodded slowly, “Kinda like that, yeah.”

“Then Peter will kiss Doe and make feel better,” Doe grinned and a smile stretched on Peter’s face as his eyes lit up with happiness. Doe leaned into him and Peter did the same. The touch of their lips sent sparks through them and fireworks seemed to explode in the kitchen. 

As Peter pulled away to catch his breath, he stared at the beautiful creature before him with gratitude, “I love you,” He thought his heart my race or that he’d sweat nervously but Peter had never been more sure of something. 

“I … I different kind of love Peter.”

+

Hope you enjoyed this! If you have an idea for something you wanna see in the last chapter then feel free to send me an ask!

[wouldpollyapprove]

I’m Not Like Her: Part 2

Summary:  Y/n never thought she’d take a job as a barmaid, but she had to do what she had to do. Fleeing from a mob in Aberdeen, she was willing to do anything to live a peaceful life. And if that meant working for the Shelby’s then so be it. Life was normal until the mob decided to make an appearance in Birmingham, leading Tommy start to believe Y/n wasn’t exactly who she said she was.

Thomas Shelby x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language, violence, angst

A/N: I’m considering doing a third part for this, I don’t know why. I’m not sure what I would do but that’s only if you guys want me to. I hope to have a few headcanons out this week, so be looking for those. And I’ll be closing requests sometime this week.

Part One

Masterlist

God only knows how long Y/n sat in misery, tears staining her cheeks. No one cared to look down the alleyway to see a teary-eyed girl, crumpled against between the buildings. They’d all seen it before. For one reason or another, those on the street had caught girls with red puffy eyes, using the alley to shield them from the world. So, there Y/n sat, the only one feeling sorry for her was herself. No one cared about her problems, they all had their own. 

The waterworks eventually stopped, their creator dehydrated and tired, and Y/n made her way home, tired of the filth surrounding her. The sun was starting to set and wind blew violently through the streets, a warning of an upcoming storm. She gave no mind to the weather, eyes to the ground, as the events of the last 24 hours played on repeat in her head. Looking back, there was little that could’ve been done to prevent any of it. If she’d been honest from the beginning about her life in Scotland, Tommy wouldn’t trust her just as he didn’t at that moment. Nothing could save her from that outcome. Truth nor lies could bring her peace.

Rain pounded the ground before she was halfway home. Those still on the street set a quicker pace, trying to keep from getting soaked, using newspapers and coats to shield themselves. Not Y/n, though. No, she let the water drowned out her surroundings, soaking her hair and clothes. There was no reason to rush home as it was. 

Even miserable, she couldn’t help but smile when a long-forgotten memory resurfaced. 

It was years ago, in Aberdeen, right after Roger had taken over his father’s company and all his time was spent at his office. The man had finally been able to find time to escape the clutches of business and out of the blue took Y/n on a picnic. When he wanted, Roger could be a romantic, a side few got to see, it was his best side. Up a hill, they went, near a pond surrounded by willows. The two watched ducks swim between reeds as they munched on their food until rain fell from the dangerously dark clouds above.

A shriek left Y/n’s lips when it started to come down in buckets. “We’ll never make it to the car unscathed,” she shouted and tried to pick up their plates.

Roger was already on his feet, love in his eyes. “Then how ‘bout ya dance with me?” A hand extended to his partner.

“I’d love to.” A bright smile on her lips as she took his hand, using him to help her up.

Only fools in love would dance in the rain, but neither cared how foolish they looked. Lovers rarely cared about anything but each other, the title of fool never crossed their mind. They danced, without music, to the beat of the rain. In that moment, they were the only two in the world, their problems washed away in the rain that.

If only there was someone to dance with her on the streets of Small Heath. Take away her pain and love her like a fool. Spin her around, step to the memory of any waltz that came to mind. But all alone she stood, soaked to the bone, as she trudged home. There was no love in this rainstorm, only misery. 

In the safety of her home, Y/n didn’t bother to rid herself of her wet clothes. They were like a second skin at that point. She’s lost the chill feeling that set in during rain, numb to everything but her aching heart. Like a lost dog, she wandered around the house, seeking nothing in particular. Walking through the kitchen, she opened the fridge, nothing caught her eyes so she shut the door. In the parlor, all the books had already been read and there was never anything interesting on the radio. Her bedroom held nothing of interest. She wasn’t tired, didn’t want to change her clothes, didn’t want to do anything. She couldn’t sit in fear that her sorrows would drown her.

Like a ghost, she was on a loop, cycling through the three rooms. Each time, hoping something would catch her eye, pull her in. Nothing ever did.

And then there came a bang at the door.

Violent and demanding, again and again someone hit the wood. That was enough to pull her out of the trance she’d been in. Eyes wide in fear, Y/n stood in the threshold between the kitchen and parlor, uncertain if she should approach the door. First, she assumed it was merely thunder that struck the street outside, but it didn’t let up. Bang after bang, it continued. It was no thunder. It was a person, she had concluded, but there were no voices, no traces of who could be on the other side. She was certain that if it was someone she knew they would make themselves known. 

Before she could make a move, a brutal force caused the door to swing open, hitting the wall on the other side. A scream was lodged in her throat as her eyes locked with the man who stood where the door had been. Tall and muscular, his green eyes glowed in rage. A smile that could have been friendly in a different light made him look like a predator after capturing its prey. Swallowing down her scream, Y/n realized how much like prey she looked. Cornered, small, pale, alone.

The perfect meal.

“No wonder Roger would kill for you,” the man snickered, eyes scanning her body. A shaky breath parted her lips, wishing she could curl up in a ball. The stranger’s intent was unclear, but she knew it wasn’t friendly.

Hands shaking, Y/n clasped them together, intertwining her fingers. “Whatever Roger did, it’s doesn’t involve me.” The words, meant to be confident and strong, came out meek and earned a laugh from her intruder.

He moved from the door, taking in his new surrounding. “I don’t believe that’s how that works, darling.” In the blink of an eye, he stood before her. Damn his long legs. Y/n sucked in a breath, urging her body to move, react. It failed her, doing nothing. “Roger will know better next time.” A rough hand grasped her jaw and pulled her close, a bruise already forming from the force. “And he will not forget this.”

Neither would Y/n when the man walked out the door, his name never learned, as her body shook, blood running down her cheek. Dazed, she made her way to the bathroom. A glance at the mirror in front of her, she saw the bruises that littered her skin from being thrown around the room, cuts from knives or rings. Y/n was no helpless girl, Roger taught her how to defend herself, but she was no match for the giant that had done all that. She was a mouse compared to that man. 

There was no winning that fight. 

Y/n didn’t tell Roger, didn’t bother calling picking up the phone. She cleaned herself up, wiping the dry blood from her damaged skin, and threw her torn clothes in the corner of the bathroom. It was better to pretend the assault had never happened than let Roger back into her life. Seeing him once for a few fleeting moments was good enough for her. There was no need to give him an excuse to stay around. 

So, for a few days, Y/n stayed holed up in her apartment. There was enough food in the fridge to last her a while and enough money saved up to last her a few month’s rent. There was no need to search for a job when she looked like the apples at the fruit stand people never bought. 

Peace, or what was closest to it, settled over her as Y/n spent her time baking and reading. Anything to distract her. But that couldn’t last, now could it? Not when the telephone in the parlor rang and she foolishly picked it up.

“Hello.”

“You need to come pick up your paycheck,” Harry told her, no kindness in his voice. Tommy clearly hadn’t kept his mouth shut about what he thought she was. A backstabber.

She sighed and played with the hem of her apron. “Can’t someone drop it off?” Her question was answered with a ‘no’. “Why not?”

“Tommy said you have to pick it up yourself.”

The line fell silent before another word could be said. Y/n groaned at the thought of walking through those pub doors again. She was smart enough to know that the whole Shelby family would probably be there to greet her, shove money in her hands, and tell her get the fuck out of Birmingham. 

“What a fucking week,” she muttered as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She didn’t want to leave. Not because of some misunderstanding.

Clean clothes paired with freshly done hair, Y/n left her house to retrieve her paycheck. The walk was stressful, she wore a hat to conceal what her hair couldn’t, but she feared it wasn’t enough. There were no prying eyes, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel watched, ashamed from even stepping out the front door.

Finally upon her destination, she stared at the doors. A lamb to the slaughter, that’s what she felt like. She’d been kicked one too many times while down to feel like a lion. Like any animal that could stand upon another in victory. She was the field the mouse that ran from the hawk. The fly that flew straight into the spider’s web. The lamb that couldn’t escape slaughter. With all the courage she could muster, that being an ounce, Y/n took a deep breath and entered the pub, trying to forget about the lamb.

All conversations died when she stepped foot in the room, all eyes turned to her. There was no way she could meet anyone’s eyes, not when she knew what they thought of her. Tommy was against the bar, more focused on his drink than her, while his family threw looks of disgust at her. Not that she blamed any of them.

“I’m here for my paycheck.”

Polly rolled her eyes from where she sat at a booth with Esme. “Don’t know why you’d want to step foot in here now that we know what you are.”

“I asked her here, Pol,” Tommy told his aunt as he lite a cigarette. That earned him a groan from her, she was tired of his behavior when it came to women. 

“I just want my paycheck,” she announced to the room. “Give it to me and I’ll leave. You’ll never have to-”

“Why?” Tommy interrupted her.

“Why what?”

“Why’d you do it? Why’d you talk to Roger?”

It was hard to bite back her laughter, a bit of it spilling between her teeth and out her lips. “He talked to me, Tommy, not that you cared to ask though. Him and I used to be something, but that was a long time ago. But I guess I don’t owe you any explanation as to why I was talking with him because you never cared to ask before,” she sneered and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Though it was a small piece, it was enough to expose a bruised patch of skin on her jaw and upper cheek. Once full of disgust, everyone’s eyes softened. Perhaps it was a mixture of her bitter words and her damaged appearance, but it shifted the mood of the room. 

Tommy’s blue orbs, once ice-cold, warmed with concern. He stepped towards her out of instinct, “Who did this to you?” he asked, hand hovering by her cheek. He was desperate to touch her, feel her warm skin, and melt into her, but fear of rejection kept him from her. 

She shrugged, the shame from the walk over boiled away from anger. “Doesn’t matter,” Y/n waved the question off. “It’s not your problem anymore.”

“Like hell it isn’t!” He threw his arms in the air, any thought of his family being in the room vanished. “Who did this?” He demanded.

Y/n couldn’t meet his eyes, instead, taking in the pub’s walls she’d looked at almost every day. They hadn’t changed, but they didn’t have eyes that could gaze into the soul, nor lips that could crush the heart. Walls, that’s all they were. Nothing but wood, nails, and paint. They could do no harm. 

Perhaps the shame hadn’t gone away.

It sat dormant for a while as she felt like a lion, but once again she had become the mouse. The answer wasn’t one to fear, it was rather simple actually, but that wasn’t what kept it from her tongue. More than anything, she feared Tommy’s reaction. With the flip of a switch he could become a violent monster and she didn’t want to see that. She didn’t want to know the things he would do, the things he was capable of.

“Y/n,” his voice soft like honey pulled her gaze to him. She said nothing as his arms wrapped around her in an embrace. It was only minutes ago that he wanted nothing to do with her. “I should’ve talked to you instead of sent you away,” he whispered in her ear, hand rubbing her back. “I’m sorry for that. Now, please-” Tommy pulled away to see her face, the bruise on her jaw along with other small cuts clearly visible. “-tell me who did this?”

Not one for displays of affections, Y/n wanted to relish in the embrace for as long as she could. There was no telling when the man would do something like that again. But she knew that answer had to be given. “Someone Roger fucked over,” she muttered. “I don’t know his name, but none of that matters.”

A gentle finger lifted her chin, softer than the one that’d bruised her days before. “It does matter. Now, let’s get you a cup of tea and we’ll talk like we should have in the first place.”

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Peter Parker-Skip (2)

Plot: Peter’s new life couldn’t be better. College, aparment for himself, you. Still, Parker’s luck is not on his side, and the memories are coming back.

Warnings: it gets dark. Really dark, for Peter. Mentions of child abuse and rape. Angst, so much angst.

It’s our secret. No one can understand us, Einstein. We’re unique. We can’t tell anyone.

Peter hated secrets. How they weighed on him, how they made him sick and isolated, but he had held onto to that as if his life depended on it. He had kept the secret for years, and it had pained him to the core.

He remembered the day Skip moved away. Probably, he’d moved to the house Peter had found on the web. It had been the best day of his life. No more babysitting, no more secrets, no more of… that. Peter hadn’t know how to call it when he was kid; and now that he knew, he didn’t want to say it. Skip was gone, but the nightmares arrived, and the nights of getting bad stomach aches and puking his guts out.

May had taken him to doctors, and when they ruled everything out, he was transferred to the psychiatrist, saying their best guess was anxiety. There was a night- he remembered it vividly. He was ready to talk with May, to tell her why the psychiatrist couldn’t help him. He was almost at her door when he heard his aunt crying, and talking to Ben about the expensive bills of the psychiatrist. Peter remembered going back to his room, and burying the secret in the deepest part of his mind. Because they wouldn’t understand.

For five weeks and two days, Peter thought about the secret.

For five weeks and two days, Peter sneaked out and stood in front of Skip’s house for hours, watching as the bastard slept peacefully.

For five weeks and two days, Peter Parker cried hidden in the bathroom, torn between letting you inside his darkest part, or letting you get hurt.

On the third day, Peter could do it no more.

-

The lack of sleep was making his day much more difficult than what it should be. After going to class, he had taken a nap for almost two hours, while you worked on your new assignment. And then, he hadn’t managed to get out of the couch until the sun was down and the first streets lights were on.

Your soft humming was putting him slowly back to sleep, and he was tempted to give him. There was a warmth in the living room that braced him like a mother’s arms, and his mind was so groggy that he could almost forget the cause of the constant panic attack from the previous month.

“Pete?”

Vaguely, Peter heard the humming stop and your voice calling him. He was focusing on a corner of the TV, where dust was gathering. He was so tired that he couldn’t bring himself to look away, so he ignored it.

Two more times his name was heard, and two more times he ignored. Until a rubber hit him in his cheek. Peter blinked surprised as he watched it fall to the wooden floor that he loved to touch with his fluffy socks. With a tired sigh and rubbing his hand over the sore spot, he gave you his attention.

“What’s with the zombie act?” you asked from your chair.

You had your legs tucked up in the chair, your head resting on top and face smashed with your hands. The high bun you had been wearing as you studied was almost undone, wild strands framing your face. You were wearing your pyjamas, and just the sight of you made Peter almost drool. And remember why he was so sleepy and tired all the time.

“Uh, nothing” he said. “New place, new classmates. It’s all stressing me out a lot”

“Nothing to do with patrols?”

The yawn that was making Peter close his eyes stopped midway, and his heart stopped for a few seconds. He looked at you with wide eyes and flinched under your knowing eyes. If there was a reason why he was dating you, it was your witness. Bold of him to assume you wouldn’t notice.

He shifted on his place awkwardly and diverted his eyes to the pot on the desk. He should have expected the conversation, and had thought about it a couple of times. Still, when the moment came, his palms became sweaty and he knew he was going to stutter.

“Pete, I thought we were past the secrets” you sighed, not angry. Just disappointed. “You don’t have to lie to me anymore.”

“I know”

“You know I support you. I’ll always do, with Spiderman, college and whatever you want to do”

“I know, Y/N” he tightened his jaw, the pressure on his shoulders making him want to cry.

“Then?” you asked. He didn’t expect your voice to be so small, or you to look so fragile. “I don’t-why are you lying to me? D-Don’t you trust me anymore? Is it something I’ve done? Because… if I’ve been to clingy, you can tell me. Or if you’ve changed your mind about living together, I’ll-“

“No!”

Peter would never forget himself for letting you talk for so long. It actually took a few seconds for the information to reach his brain. You feeling like he didn’t trust you. Hurt enough to think you had done something wrong. When truth was, he couldn’t believe how someone as amazing as you had ended up with a boy from Queens.

The floor cracked under Peter’s feet as he stumbled towards your chair, and fell to his knees in front of you. He wasted no time in cupping on of your cheeks with his hand and squeezing your tight with the other.

“No, I could-I could never get tired of you! I l-love you so much, and I don’t… I would trust you w-with my life, I promise. A-and you’ve done nothing wrong! It’s me…”

Peter got lost in a string of apologies and pleads for you to not leave him. He stuttered all the time, forgot to breath in between and almost chocked with his own tears. His hands started to shake and sweat and he felt the room growing hotter.

And suddenly, he couldn’t distinguish.

Peter Parker’s mind was a blur of images of Skip with a magazine in front of him, his pants pooling in the floor and big hand touching his small body. He felt the smell of fresh lemons printed on his nose, rather than the sweet candle you had lighted a few hours ago. Memories rushed in front of his eyes too fast, but the feelings and emotions stuck. The fear, the pain, the complete and utter disgust with himself.

Glass shattered under his feet, and his heart loud on his hears. He fell back on his back and covered his ears wish his hands, the loud scream he let camouflaging your own. Your hands tried to pry his away from his face, nails leaving red strips on his cheeks. Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, his heart stopped pumping blood and the scenario changed.

It was no longer him under Skip, rather your body trapped above his much older one. Rough hand gripping your hips and thrusting in you, the clothes you had bought for the first day in college scattered in the floor. He could see the tears running down your cheeks, your hand reaching him and your mouth open with blood on your lips.

The last thing he remembered before passing out was you calling out for him, while he stood petrified, too busy keeping a secret to protect you.

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Peter thought you would demand answers. That you would be mand when he woke up, wanting him to explain why he passed out in the living room between desperate screams of your name. Actually, he woke up in fear, ready for the biggest scolding of his life.

But in the queen-size bed you had chosen for your cute room in the new apartment, there were no angry faces. He was laying on his back, your hand caressing his hair as if it was the most precious thing in the world. His brown eyes met yours, and the doubts disappeared when you only gave him a tired smile. Not sure how, he was wearing his pyjamas and had no socks on, the blankets covering him under his chin. It was like that for a few seconds, both of you in silence and the dim lamp lighting your faces.

“What can I do?” you asked. He wished it was only that. He wished he could ask you to move to another country with him, and never come back. But he didn’t want to acknowledge you being close to that monster for so long.

“J-just lay with me” he muttered, cheeks burning. “Until I fall asleep, at least.”

Dinner was waiting for you in the kitchen, your homework was half-done and the light of the living room was still on. Your night was far from over, and Peter felt the most selfish person for asking you to stay with him. You weren’t his mother, his aunt or someone who had to take care of him. If so, it was the other way around, and he wasn’t doing a very good job at that.

You didn’t frowned at him, walked out or laughed at his face. Just nodded, slowly, and settled down next to him. The cushion bended under your weight, and Peter felt your warmth surrounding his body when your arms touched. He turned on his side and your face were inches apart.

“Try to sleep, bub” you pecked his lips quickly, and went back to play with his hair.

He closed his eyes, hoping the nightmares wouldn’t dare to come with your calming presence next to him. You were safe; he was spiderman, he had it covered. Skip was far away and could not touch you, could not breath near you. After a long hour where you didn’t move neither stopped moving your hand, he fell asleep.

After that day, Peter made sure to keep up with your protection. He learned Skip’s routines, and felt brave enough to even spy on him through the window of your class. He was smart enough to skip some of his lessons, and even if he had thrown up the first three times, he could contain the tears by the first week.

Skip turned out be pretty boring and predictable. He went to work at the university, straight home then expect from Fridays. On Fridays Skip stopped at the restaurant down the street to grab lunch. There was nothing incriminating, nothing that Peter could report to the police or explain a quick Spiderman visit. Besides, you were happy, talked excitedly about your new routine and Peter melted every time he was the smile on your face.

So there wasn’t any apparent reason to worry you. Peter Parker knew how to keep his cool until two months after the first encounter.

Like a tradition, he had gotten out of his last period a little early, saying something about his little sister and school. Walked to your meeting spot with earphones on and your playlist blasting. That time, he was wearing his jacked and under that the sweater, the cold making him tighten the clothes around his frame.

“Sorry May, I can’t really talk now” Peter said as he dodged students and teachers in the streets. “I’m picking Y/N up. It’s our anniversary, I want to- May! Yes, I’m using protection!”

An old lady turned around and shot him a dirty look when she heard the words, but Peter just looked down and blushed. He stuttered a little bit longer over the phone, trying to convince May for the thousand time that no, May, we’re not using my Peter’s tingle as a pull out method, we’re being safe. Usually, conversations with his aunt would cheer his day, yet he was already happy.

Reservation done, evening planned out and a golden necklace he had bought you with the little savings he had done. Taking small jobs here and there, fixing some classmates’ stuff, and of course a piece of the generous amount of money Mr Stark gave him every month since he discovered Peter having financial problems. He hadn’t been too fond of using that moment until he imagined your excited face over the gift.

“May, I need to go” Peter repeated for the third time, his aunt still listing how many illnesses you could get with an unsafe sex. “I’ll call you tonight, promise. Love you!”

Peter didn’t give time to his aunt to answer, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hang up otherwise. He was already late, and the day wasn’t on his favour; dark sky, cold wind and occasional raindrops that made him rethink his plan. Maybe you would be better in your apartment, or maybe it was worth the risk. Whatever you decided, Peter would be happy.  

He arrived to the parking lot as the last car left it, water staining Peter’s lower trousers. His jaw tightened but he didn’t say anything, just looked around for you. The parking was as empty as the stairs in the front, and he could not see anyone apart from a couple of boys making out in the back of the building.

You running late wasn’t new. Sometimes, Peter thought you had that in common with Tony; being “fashionably late”. The past few weeks you had been assigned with a project that took away most of your time. Something about a new project, you had said; Peter hadn’t been paying much attention to you since the last month discovery.

You always walked home on Fridays, since you decided to stay in the library for a little bit longer. But Peter had supposed you would leave a little early. Scoffing at the bookworm of a girlfriend he had, he ran up the stairs just when the rain got really heavy. The idea of going home seemed much more appealing.

As he walked through the halls, he thought about the arcade down your street. Maybe you could go there, he wanted to. He had heard from some classmates that it was really cool, and he was dying to try some of the machines. And he knew you could enjoy them too; even more if you could beat his ass and tease him for a week. You could buy lunch there and-

“…but you were good, you’re getting better.”

Peter stopped dead in his tracks and almost fell over when he heard the familiar voice just a few classes ahead him. His enhanced hearing could catch up the older male voice and the tone he had used with Peter so many years ago.

“You understand it, right? It’s like-a pay-back. You’re falling behind, wouldn’t want to be the reason of you losing the scholarship”

Bile rose up his throat when he understood what the sick fuck was implying, and he had to lean on the wall.

“I can give you a C, alright? Or do you want to try for anything higher?”

His knees hit the ground and the breath got knocked out of his lungs. Peter swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his ears to listen more; if Skip was saying those words to someone, that person could be in danger. And he was Spiderman; Peter Parker wouldn’t stop him from doing his job. Right?

“No? Alright, it’s okay. We’re done for today. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me”

Peter bottom lip trembled and he let out a loud sob. The secret, the dammed secret Skip forced him to keep and that ruined his life. His hands flew to his mouth in an attempt to cover up any sounds.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Einstein. Will miss you, such a good pet. So beautiful. So tight, and noise. I almost can’t believe you weren’t a virgin.”

At the nickname, Peter had only time to rush to the nearest bin and throw all the food he had in his stomach. He remembered Skip calling him that, praising him while he stood on top, thrusting into Peter as he cried.

The distant sound of Skip’s laugh made him go back to himself, and Peter saw red. He wanted nothing more than to run to the library, wrap you in bubble paper and tuck you away for the rest of the eternity. Because Skip doing that again meant you were in danger. Against his better judgment, he stumbled to the door where the noises came from and twisted the doorknob.

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Why All Drugs Should Be Decriminalized.

*DISCLAIMER*

I do not promoting the use of drugs and I am not saying that I use or have used any substance (Including all legal substances). This paper is strictly for educational use. I do NOT promote drug use or encourage its use. They can all be harmful to yourself or those around you.

The war on drugs has caused a lot of damage. A lot more bad than good, you may be thinking to yourself “Why should all drugs be legalized? Aren’t hard drugs like heroin terrible?”. Well yes, yes they are. However, the world would be a much better place if they were decriminalized. People are going to use drugs whether you agree with their use or not.

Let us use Lil’ Peep as an example for one of my points. He died from a ‘drug overdose’. However, this wouldn’t have happened if drugs were legalized and more easily obtained. If you could buy Xanax off of a shelf, there would be no need to worry about if it is laced with Fentanyl or anything else. Maybe you think that’s just what they get for doing drugs like that but what if they were your close friend? Legalize all pills and this wouldn’t be an issue. You could stop by the store, get your daily dose of Valium that you enjoy recreationally, and then go to sleep when the day is over. While yes, this sounds like it will just lead to more addiction, it could help lead to people no longer being addicted.

Ok, so now let’s imagine that you’re at a bar. There’s a lady sitting there smoking a Marlboro Red and drinking a Bud Light. She says to you “I would never touch drugs, they’re awful for you.”. While she is saying that to you, she’s failing to realize that she is consuming alcohol and nicotine. Those are drugs, in the same class as heroin and Xanax, however they aren’t as taboo because they’re legal. Smoking has caused there to be up to 6 million deaths a year across the world. On top of that, 41,000 people die every year from secondhand smoke just in the United States.

Alcohol is also far more lethal than we want to think. Death by alcohol is normalized, and goes almost totally unnoticed. Our society has built a culture around alcohol abuse. It’s not too outlandish to say that underage alcoholism is promoted by other underage people. The ‘rush’ some people feel knowing that they are breaking the law and being nervous of being caught can heighten the experience for people. This can lead to addiction which leads to permanent damage and an early death. The prohibition should have opened more people’s eyes. It showed how much crime and death it brings to the world when you make people’s choices illegal. We should be able to put whatever we want into our bodies, because we are the ones who have to live in them. Is this not a free country?

There is a lot of violence over illegal drugs. Big cartels, gangs, the list goes on. Having our troops and police combat it will stop that? Maybe they could liberate a small town and try to eradicate it. Sure, that works. But does that sound like a good long term solution, at the cost of enormous amounts of money and numerous lives? Some people grow up around that violence and that is all they know. All it does is cause a cycle. A disgusting, depressing cycle, aided by the stereotypical and close-minded view of drugs and drug users. If you were to legalize all substances, all of that would end. You don’t see gangs shooting up people for stealing their alcohol now that it is legal. Al Capone for example at the height of his ‘career’ made 100 million in a year from drugs, especially alcohol during the prohibition. This just goes to show that making something illegal does not end anything. All that it does is cause violence and people to get hurt.

The government would also benefit from the legalization of drugs. Why spend money locking people up for using drugs? A college student decides to buy some adderall to help them type an essay for their english class. Someone reports them? They could be in jail for a year and have to pay $1000. Now they have a charge for having a schedule two drug on them, they aren’t at that college anymore, and they have a $1000 fine to pay. Regardless of how torn apart their life is now, we spent way too much money without even questioning it. “Anyone that uses drugs should be locked up forever” is a sentence I have heard too much. It costs the government $32,000 a year (in 2015) . According to BOP.gov, 46.1% of all people are in jail for drug related offences. If we do some quick math, (78511 x 32000) we are spending just over 2.5 BILLION dollars a YEAR for people to be in jail a year for drug related charges. Instead of spending all of that money on people being in jail (not including how much we put into the police, DEA, etc.) we could be fixing potholes, build better rehabilitation centers, get our veterans off the streets, stop sex trafficking, get rid of the stigma around ‘hard’ drug users,  the list goes on. Even with all the money that we would save from just the jail time, it would open up jobs for people to make drugs and help people learn to use moderation or get off of them. This would bring in money for the government so we could even lower taxes.

Another reason why the public would benefit from the decriminalization of drugs is because there are portions of Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) that are corrupt. Rosenberg sent out an email to 10,000 DEA agents telling them that they shouldn’t be afraid to rough up “thugs”. Why should drug dealers be treated worse than others when it comes to the law? This country was built on the idea that all men are created equal in the eyes of the law. Perhaps that would explain why “black” drugs have much higher punishments. For instance, mandatory sentencing for crack cocaine (a stereotypically black drug) is five times greater than the sentencing for powder cocaine (typically used in affluent white communities).

         The corruption with officers is also widespread. It is not unusual for them to get locked up for taking bribes, taking and reselling drugs, stealing money, and the list goes on. A lot of drug users aren’t drug addicts. Now, I am not saying that there aren’t any. However, a lot of drug users get treated like addicts. You wouldn’t treat a high schooler like a drug addict just because they take their dosage of prozac and lexapro every morning and panic when they don’t take them even though neither drugs are addictive. You wouldn’t call someone a drug addict who takes narcotic pain pills legally to deal with their pain and get withdrawals when they’re finally get off of them.  

Overall, I feel as though this should put into perspective why the criminalization of drugs is more harmful than helpful. It causes violence, people to unintentionally hurt themselves for lack of information, and has allowed too much corruption to exist. No more could people capitalize on prisoners just doing what they want with their body or them not being able to get the help they need. Many jobs could be created and we could tax the products they produce. People would no longer sit in fear just wanting to enjoy a drug recreationally. No more laced products that hurt people. So much good would come from this and it is almost always overlooked in favor of harsh punishments.

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Spider-Man! Jeon Jungkook

okay okay okay omg so I watched Spider-Man Homecoming like last week because I haven’t yet and Spider-man is legit my favorite superhero and not even because of his powers but because Peter Parker is literally the cutest dork ever and I’ve legit felt this way since the first three movies came out like Peter is my fave and Spider-man is my fave too // Tom Holland is also cute af and it’s rare for actors to actually catch my eye like that so I’m loving his Peter Parker so much lmao // fun fact too I hate spiders lol Living in Miami I can deal with roaches and other bugs and lizards and shit but never spiders, I’d rather burn my house down to kill a spider than get near it lmao BUT I DIGRESS

Let’s start with the AU!!!

Word Count: 2129

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To start, I literally cannot see anybody else in BTS but Jungkook as Spider-man

I tried fitting Yoongi to Spider-man, because Yoongi is my ult ;u; but it just didn’t feel right

Jungkook is the best one

Both are young idiots

Nerdy af

Photography // i miss old Spidey :’) //

Fit

Get awkward and nervous every now and then

But very cute and caring

Looking out for the little guy

Jungkook also wouldn’t tell anybody

At all

At first he used to help out in the Busan area, while he was in highschool

For college he moved to Seoul

And many were surprised to see Spidey swinging around in Seoul

Jungkook was actually nervous about going to college in Seoul

He knew it came with a risk

But so far nothing seemed off so he continued to do what he did in Busan

He attended his classes and the second he was done he went off on a patrol around the city

At this point at lot of people suspected what school Spider-man was going to

He was often spotted on top of the building that was his dorm

So he stopped staying there too often and frequently stayed around various other places

It was getting pretty late and Jungkook had a paper due the next morning

He hadn’t started it yet

Much less actually knew what he was going to write about

So he decided to head back to his dorm

But first

He had to change back to Jungkook

He dropped down in the alley where he left his book bag and clothing

It was dark

But thanks to his spider powers

That wasn’t a problem for him

He quickly located his bag and opened it

Ready to get his clothing out

Until you suddenly appeared

Jungkook tried to put on his mask

His sudden panic prevented him from actually getting it on properly

So he quickly jumped behind a dumpster near him

He poked his head out slightly to see why you were here

When he suddenly saw two other figures following behind you

You told them to please leave you alone

Stating that you had no cash on you

The two figures scoffed

One man and one woman maybe?

Jungkook slowly put his bag down behind the dumpster

After calming down a bit he finally put his mask back on

The two people still had some distance to you

No visible weapons out

Jungkook decided to climb the wall behind him slowly

Making sure he wasn’t seen

That was until he saw the woman pull out a gun and point it right at you

Jungkook quickly went into action

He shot a string of web at the gun and disarmed the woman

They both stood confused at the weapon suddenly gone from their hand

“Man, I find it really unfair you guys are teaming up on one person”

The man and the woman both look at each other before looking around at where the voice came from

“Do you mind if I join to even it out?”

Jungkook appeared behind the pair and tied them up with the web

Fairly easy this time

Normally people do a better job at fighting back

But he wasn’t one to complain

“Oh, looks like I won!”

Jungkook walked over to you and asked if you were okay

Other than being shaken up a bit

You were fine

He called the cops and they asked you a few questions when they arrived

You were about to leave when Spider-man called after you

Jungkook offered to walk you home

And you agreed

However you didn’t walk to a house

Instead to walked to a dorm

His college dorm

Jungkook got a bit nervous

You told him thank you and that you’ll be on your way then

Jungkook nodded and quickly left after you were inside

He got his things from the alley and changed before rushing back to his dorm

The second he walked in he went straight for the showers

Even though the two people from earlier weren’t much of a challenge

He still felt tired and the hot water on his skin helped him relax a bit

After walking back to his room

he quickly checked that his roommate was asleep before taking out his suit from his bag and shoving it under his bed

At that point Jungkook flopped onto his bed and slid under the cover

And he did not do his paper

The next morning was probably the worst for Jungkook

It wasn’t until he was inside his class that he realized that he had not done the paper

And that you were actually his classmate

To his luck

You didn’t sit beside him

You prefered to sit in the back-middle area while he sat towards the front

But that still didn’t save him from becoming your partner for a class assignment

Jungkook shifted nervously in his seat

Even though he had his mask on last night

And he knew that there was no way you could know he was Spider-man

He was still nervous to death

Although you didn’t notice that he was the famous web slinger

You did notice his obvious nervousness

And you became worried

“Are you okay?”

Your sudden question made Jungkook jumped slightly

Giving you a forced smile while he nodded excessively

“Y-Yeah! Totally c-cool! Nothing wrong…”

You gave him a smile back and a nod

Turning back to pay attention to the teacher

Jungkook let out a huge breath and relaxed just a tiny bit

You both worked on the assignment together

Only spoke when you had to

Things were great

Until the professor announced that the next project was to be done with your current partner

Jungkook felt his heart drop

You turned to him and awkwardly asked for his number

So you could plan your meet ups for the project obviously

Jungkook got your number as well

You mentioned you had a pretty free schedule the next week

You could meet up almost every day and get the project done and over with

He only nodded and gave you the same sort of forced smile

“Yeah, t-that be g-great!”

You got up and grabbed your things and headed to your next class

Jungkook went back to his dorm

Luckily, he only had one class that day

And it was over

But life still kept throwing things at him

The second he opened the door

He saw his roommate holding his suit

His Spider-man suit

At the moment Jungkook wished he had never left Busan

Jimin, his roommate, turned around when he heard the door open

Jungkook quickly closed the door and locked it and grabbed the suit from him

“You’re Spider-man…”

He turned to Jimin and shook his head

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”

Jimin quickly walked over to Jungkook

“That’s Spider-man’s suit. Why do you have Spider-man’s suit. You are Spider-man!”

“Nope. Nope. Nope. I am not Spider-man.”

“Jungkook! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Because I don’t want anybody to know!”

“So you are Spider-man!”

“I’m not Spider-man!”

Jimin smirked and grabbed the suit from Jungkook’s hands

“This is too cool…”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head

Obviously frustrated

“Yeah, but you can’t tell anybody or say anything. Like, at all.”

Jimin turned to Jungkook looking amazed

“Why not! You’d become super famous and popular!”

Jungkook shook his head and grabbed the suit and shoved it under his bed

“No. Nobody can know. Got it?”

Jimin huffed but nodded

Jungkook sighed and nodded as well

And then you sent him a text

>You think you can do Saturday afternoon? -Y/N

He could easily push his Saturday patrol to the evening

It wasn’t a big deal.

>Yeah, I can do Saturday. Library? -JK

>Sounds good -Y/N

Jungkook turned to find Jimin looking over his shoulder

He started teasing him about having a date but Jungkook quickly said it was for a project

Jimin shrugged it off and left running to his next class realizing he was late

Jungkook prayed Jimin wouldn’t tell anybody

Or let it slip by accident

And soon, Saturday came around

The project was fairly easy

You were both smart and finished the rough draft the first day

Now all that’s left is a bunch of revising and turning it in

Since it was nearly lunch time you offered Jungkook to get a coffee with you

Jungkook looked nervously between you and the time

But agreed anyways

He had time

Just a little bit of time

He had to do his patrol soon

You asked him questions over coffee

What his major was

Hobbies

Family back home

Both of you shared a bit in common

Jungkook did photography while you did painting and drawing

He liked video games and you did a bit of animation when you had time

You also moved away from home to go to college

Then you asked about Spider-man

And Jungkook felt his soul leave his body

You told him that Spider-man had saved you twice already

Jungkook tilted his head in confusion

When had he saved you before?

You told him that you had just gotten to Seoul

Walking out of the airport and trying to get a taxi

As you crossed the street a car was coming towards you too quickly

Suddenly you felt something pull you back and away from the car’s way

When you turned you saw a sticky web hanging from the back of your sweater

Jungkook remembered that too

He had just arrived to Seoul as well

The second he pulled you back he ran away from the scene and quickly got into a taxi

He felt bad he couldn’t ask if you were okay

But it wasn’t like he could change into Spider-man in that second

Then he told you about the night not long ago

This one he had no trouble remembering

Though you told Jungkook you often wondered if Spider-man remembered you

He shrugged and smiled

“Why wouldn’t he? Who could forget you?”

The sentence left his mouth before he could think and he felt his soul leave his body again

You blushed

Playboy Jungkook is coming watch out omg

“Ah- I mean! You- um… you’re...great! And he probably remembers you!”

Jungkook looked at the time and his eyes widened

He quickly apologized and said he had to go

He ran towards a nearby alley and changed into Spider-man

Did his usual patrol and went back to his dorm

And it continued like that

Jimin didn’t tell anybody

He met up with you for the project

Had coffee after

He left rushing after apologizing over and over again

Jungkook seemed to always lose track of time around you

He never understood why

But soon, you guys finished with the project

That meant no more coffee together

And a part of Jungkook hurt

He shrugged it off quickly

Spending more time out on patrols to distract himself from the hurt he felt

Eventually he saw you again

But not in the way he hoped to see you

You were obviously on your way back to your dorm

But some random person was following you

You kept looking behind to see if they were there

And they kept getting faster and closer towards you

Jungkook didn’t hesitate on punching them in the face and tying them up

When you saw Spider-man you felt relieved and walked over to him

Jungkook asked if you were okay and you smiled

After seeing that you were fine he smiled as well

Not that you could see anyways because of the mask but ANYWAYS

“I wonder why you keep getting into trouble?”

You were surprised by the sudden question

Spider-man did remember you

“You remember… me?

Jungkook let out a soft laugh and nodded

“Of course I do. Who could forget you?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped

“Uh- I mean, I saved you three times already right? You should really stop getting in trouble. I sort of have to go now. Your dorm isn’t far right? Get home safe. Just scream if you need help. Gotta go bye!”

And with that Jungkook quickly left swinging away as fast as possible

Yet you were left with a growing suspicion of who was under that mask

Maybe, you would ask a certain Jeon Jungkook tomorrow

You laughed to yourself and walked home

In truth, you knew it was Jungkook under the mask

You found a page of multiple designs for his suit in his pile of notes for the project

You meant to ask him about it

But whenever the topic of Spider-man came up, he was suddenly rushing out in a hurry

So you never brought it up

And you never told a soul

Ahhhhhhhh so this is just a quick thing I wrote for myself since a blast of inspiration hit me for it

I just really love Spider-man guys I’m a huge loser

I also wrote this on Thursday last week but decided to post this now lol

But anyways, I’m sorry I haven’t posted more of my requests yet. I am currently working on a few requests and I’ve had a bit of problems with family, college stress and other stuff that take up my time or leave me just dead tired. I also just got a new phone this weekend. My last one was a bit glitchy so I can finally do edit requests without it getting deleted. I do my edits on my phone it’s just easier for me ^-^’ You can still send in requests if you’d like btw! Just make sure to check my rules, who I write for, and what is open at the moment!

-SugaMint🍭

[avengerdragoness]

Broken Headlines [Peter Parker x Reader]

Requested by anon: “I have a Marvel request for Peter Parker. So, basically reader is his friend and coworker at the daily bugle, and they either are also a photographer or come up with the headlines, and one day gets saved by Spiderman, eventually they find out it's Peter and have a small crisis because they don't want to continue indirectly hurting their friend. Fluffy ending please! (Also maybe a Spider-kiss)“

A/n: So this is my first peter parker x reader so I hope you really like it. I tried to follow the request as best as I could. I hope you enjoy it love and I appreciate any feedback! Love ya! <33 _____

The Daily Bugle, New York’s most vocal news outlet. Also, your place of employment as a headline writer. Your job is to form just the right collection of words to catch the public’s attention to the paper. It was a nice job, all around people were pretty kind and you got to work with a close friend everyday. The only person who ever got under your skin was Mr. Jameson himself, and that’s because you were sick of having to make headlines for how much of a ‘menace’ he thinks Spider-Man is.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you tapped your pen on the top of your desk and stared down at a story you had to title. “Having trouble?” A voice asked, looking up you saw Peter setting his camera down next to you. “Yeah” you shrugged, “Just trying to come up for a title Jameson is making me title. Another one about his favorite ‘menace.’” Putting air quotes around the word.

“Do you think Spider-Man’s a menace?” Peter asked curiously, leaning against your desk. Shaking your head, you answered “Not in the slightest. I feel bad for the poor guy. At least I don’t know who it is, or I’d feel even more guilty. I just need this job.” Peter dropped the pen he was messing with when you said that. “Oh, um, yeah, no idea who he is huh?” You cocked an eyebrow at his odd behavior. “A-anyway, I should go and get more pictures. Bye [F/n]!” Saying hurriedly before he seemed to scramble away. “Um, later Pete.”

Peter mentally cursed himself as he walked to the elevator. Once the doors closed he hit his head against the wall, “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” His words being matched with a hit. He’s has had feelings for you since your freshman year in high school together. But he never had the confidence to tell you. If only he could ask you out as Spider-Man, he has so much more confidence in the suit.

Once exiting the elevator he walked right out of the building and onto the sidewalk. The rest of his day he spent taking pictures and talking to a few people who asked about what he was taking pictures for.

On his way back to the Bugle to turn in his photos he stared down at his camera when all of a sudden this mind buzzed. “Spidey sense?” Mumbling and looking around rapidly. That’s when a fire-truck came barrelling down the street. It heading northbound. Immediately Peter sprung into action. Running to an alley before he emerged in his suit. Following the fire-truck to see smoke in the distance. Peter’s heart dropped at what building was aflame.

“[F/n]” He whispered before speeding up his swings. Looking at all the people below he panicked when not seeing you there and your shift was over so he could only assume you were still inside. Without hesitation he swung into the building. Working from the bottom up as he hurriedly got out any stragglers and searched for you. When getting to your floor he ran to your door through the flame engulfed hall, “Is anyone here?!” he yelled before forcing the door to your apartment open. Flames engulfing it.

He heard you hacking, hearing a quiet “Help.” Quickly he went to the sound of your voice, he found you with your leg pinned under a fallen beam. “S-Spider-Man h-help”

“[F/n]!” He said worriedly, immediately pulling the beam off your leg and picking you up. “Hold on tight” he directed, and you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. It hurt when he swung out the window and the fresh air filled your lungs. Hacking as he landed on a nearby rooftop. “[F/n]! [F/n], a-are you okay?!” His tone full of worry.

“H-How--” Your voice cut off by a hacking cough. “H-How do you know m-my name?” Peter tensed, now realizing what he had done. “I-I umm” He stuttered and you rose an eyebrow. His voice sounded so familiar. So much like…”PETER?!”

His eyes widened under his mask. “W-whaaaat?! Peter? Who’s Peter?” You rolled your eyes, “How have you kept this identity this long?” You deadpanned as your voice was hoarse. You felt light headed and your lungs still burned, losing your balance you winced at your hurt leg, he caught you. “You need a doctor, hold on” He wrapped his arm around you before swinging down to the paramedics. He let them take you before swinging back to the tops of the buildings. Watching as the ambulance rushed you to the closest hospital.

You had lost consciousness on the way there due to lack of oxygen. Not waking up until the next morning. Slowly opening your eyes as they adjusted to the obscene amount of light in the room. Looking around you noticed you were in a hospital room. A vase of flowers adding a splash of color to the pale white room. Looking away from the flowers you noticed a mess of brown hair rested on the side of you bed. Smiling you shook his shoulder lightly, “Peter.” You whispered, wincing at the sound of your own voice. He groaned, “Five more minutes Aunt May.”

Laughing you pinched his ear, making him look up to see you giggling. “[F/n], you’re awake.” You nodded in response and he sat up. “How are you feeling?” You went to talk but hesitated, clearing your voice, “My throat and lungs hurt. So does my leg.” Looking under the sheets to see it with a cast. “Yeah, that beam broke it in two places.” You smirked, “How did you know about the beam?” Your voice still rough.

Peter stared at you gaping, not knowing how to recover. “Why didn’t you tell me you were Spider-Man?” Your voice sounded like gravel as you reached for his hand. Peter sighed, “I didn’t want to put you in danger.” Nodding you squeezed his hand, “I’m sorry about all the headlines. You know I think you’re a hero.”

“I know [F/n]” He squeezed your hand again. He took a deep breath, now’s the perfect time to tell you his feelings. He has to try, “[F/n], there’s something I need to tell you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What is it?” He scratched the back of his head nervously. “You see, I… I really..” He looked up at you and hesitated, second guessing himself. “I-I’m really glad you’re okay.” Smiling softly you nodded, “All thanks to you Spidey.” He nodded before standing, “I’ll let you rest.” You smiled and nodded as he left the room. ‘Dammit Parker!’ Yelling at himself in his head. “I’m an idiot” he rested his forehead against the wall. “At least she knows now… Wait she knows now!” He grinned, getting an idea.

That night the hospital released you. Sending you out with a few prescriptions for pain and to prevent infection. Your cab driver was nice enough to help you in and out of the cab with your crutches. Taking you to a hotel that was your now temporary home. That’s when it hit you that you lost everything, leading you to sit out on the balcony of your hotel room. Face buried in your hands.

“Trouble’s got you down again?” Your head shot up at the voice. Peter was hanging there upside down in his Spider-Man garb. You laughed before nodding. “It’s all gone Pete.” He frowned, “I’m sorry [F/n], I know it’s hard. But I uh, I have something to tell you.”

“Is something wrong?” He shook his head “No, I'm actually hoping it helps you feel better. I...I have feelings for you. I've liked you so much more than a friend since we were freshman. I was wondering if I could take you out. Whether it be to dinner or maybe shopping....” He trailed off.

You smiled at him. “I would like that a lot Peter.” “Really?!” He asked excitedly. You giggled at his excitement. “Yes really!”

“Okay! Awesome! I'll pick you up tomorrow!” All of a sudden sirens were heard in the distance. “Duty calls” he turned back to you.

You nodded but stood up and limped closer to him. “But Peter” Saying before you carefully rolled down his mask, revealing his lips as his breath caught in his throat. Lightly you met his lips with your own. “Thank you.” A blush spread on his cheeks and he quickly moved to pull his mask down to hide it. But his rapid movements made the web snap as he landed hard on the balcony. “I'm okay” he groaned before hopping up and shooting a web. “Bye [F/n]!” He yelled, not being able to hide the flustered tone before swinging off.

You chuckled and shook your head. “What did I just get myself into?” Smiling contently while watching him swing out of sight.

[beautifulramblingbrains]

Bound By Honour - Chapter 2

Pairing: Eric/OC *Sarah* Fandom: Divergent/Insurgent Rating: M - 

Eric has the best hand in all the factions, but can’t seem to get to grips with his life as a parent to two grown Dauntless members. The honour is passed to Sarah as she battles with the woes of an unruly daughter and a wayward son. Balanced with a intricate web of personal struggles and outsiders, can they stop their family from falling apart?

A/N: This is way shorter than usual as I had to cut this chapter down to run smoothly with the next, so I apologize. Enjoy!

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No matter how much Sarah was involved with her Dauntless side of life, once she steps onto the track of Abnegation, a little buzz of familiar warmth spreads throughout her. Paired with her boots and jacket she only wore on her small outings to Abnegation, she felt a little bit more herself.

She greets the people as she passes with a bright smile, bobbing her head as she passed to small chiming ‘Hello’s’ and ‘Good afternoon’s.’ It was a good afternoon, the sun was shining with a few sparse clouds, the people were out in their gray glory, the school to her left buzzed with children in the playground just as the bell rang for them to come back inside. And gosh, she missed the sight of the cube-shaped houses, practically identical to the one she grew up in 

Mary’s house is nearer to the council hall, further up the straight track, lined with the same graveled walkway they all had but with small wild flowers left to grow in the small square garden. She’s a few feet from the door, and from the window can see a buzz of life inside; hands flailing and bodies zipping past. A small knock and a rosy-cheeked older woman answers.

“Mrs Patrick,” Sarah sighs as the woman pulls her into her arms.

“Oh, look at you!” The older woman checks her face with motherly tenderness, hands palm side on her cheeks. “Mary! Mary!” she calls loudly. “Your sister is here! Come on in!”

The house always seems to be permanently cluttered with strips of material, measuring tapes, and freakish manikins. Mary’s tailoring had hit an all-time high. Not only did she outsource made-to-measure suits, she fitted children’s clothes, wedding dresses mainly for Amity and tucked in the bedsheets suppose-to-be outfits provided for Abnegation. Mary also had her own team to help her and most of them were here now.

She catches Mary kneeling by a long skirt, a woman wearing it while she snipped and tucked the hem, her mouth holding scissors. “Sarah, if you’ll give us a minute I’ll be right there,” she mumbles.

“Please don’t rush for me.” Sarah liked nothing more than watching her sister work, it was with complete passion. She takes a seat at the table and watches. “Your dress is very pretty,” she ends up commenting to the lady patiently standing.

“It’s not hers.” Mary’s voice is distance as she tilts back to study something and carries on. “And she is mute.”

“Oh. I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” The girl she commented on can barely look at her, a certain mixture of shyness and embarrassment, her eyes flickering across but her head unmoving.

“Anna is my best model. She doesn’t tell me how I should be working.” Mary’s voice is pretty abrupt but Sarah pays no mind. “But she has a good eye and more than enough times guided me.”

“Well, you are doing a marvelous job.”

“The next wedding event we have coming up, Anna will be in charge.”

Sarah could almost hear Eric scoff, saying aloud ‘how could she expect someone mute to be in charge’, and it annoys her. She shakes her head quickly. “I can come back another day if you’re too busy.”

“No, no!” Mary does one final ceremonious snip and leans back onto her feet. “We are done for now. Mrs Patrick, will you help Anna out of the dress while I speak with Sarah?” There’s a muffled reply from the kitchen and Mary quickly moves across, taking Sarah’s hands as she sits down. “I would really like you to stay and talk about something other than dressmaking.” From the flowery white cuffs of Mary’s dress sleeves, down to the ribbons on her boots, there was no mistaking a tailor. The most amusing thing is, is that she is an Abnegation, and had enough style to outlast most of the young girls at Dauntless.

Sarah, the elder of the two, pushes back a piece of her sister’s straying hair, watching her eyes soften as she tumbles back to reality and out of her work. “I have a lot of things other than dressmaking to talk about. And right now I don’t even know where to begin.”

“The most important?”

Sarah smiles. “How is my niece?”

“You are like sandpaper, you know that?” Mary laughs.

“Why?”

“Smoothing everything over.”

“I suppose that’s better than when you called me an egg, at least.”

Mary holds her hand up in the air as if under oath. “I swear by it, that that, at the time, was the best explanation of how you looked. A fried egg on its side was what you looked like pregnant.”

“Let’s not go over this again. It still sounds just as stupid as the first time.”

They fall quiet; but not awkwardly, until Mary sighs off into the room, “That seems a world away.” She perks up quickly, her head snapping back. “Your niece is fine. What about mine - Other than what Mark has already told me?”

“Your niece and nephew are…” She frowns to herself, playing with the cuff of her jacket. “April is smoking and drinking. And, well, you know about Jack. I’m so disappointed…”

“They will figure themselves out, just give it time-”

“No,” Sarah interrupts her. “Not them - well, yes them. But it’s Eric I’m disappointed with. He made this decision without me. He threatened and warned but had never done anything about it before. Now he has. And takes no responsibility for April’s problems! He sleeps soundly at night and I can’t remember the last time I did.”

“He’ll come to his senses.”

“No, you don’t understand. He lets April get away with everything. What she apologizes for is no way near sincere. She tells me to shut up, be quiet, go away, probably bitch when I leave the room. Then we have Jack, a little reserved, easy-going, kind-hearted, and Eric feels the need to send him away as if somehow this will help him ‘grow as a man’ or whatever plans he’s got in his head now.” Sarah’s lips tremble and she stands up quickly to mask it, heading to the window and looking out into the bright sunshine. “It’s tiring.”

“Life pivots unexpectedly at weird times. Look at where we are now and how times have changed. Things will work their way out. We know that better than anyone.”

Her sister is right. Meeting Eric for the first time was horrific. How she had been then, like Anna, eyes cast to the floor most of the time, unable to speak her thoughts, not understanding the mindset of Dauntless and wishing each day away. Then there was what her parent’s put her through at such a young age, shoving her in the firing line as Eric’s assistant when their mother had a fall and their pride was too big to let another take her place. Nobody had told her about him. Nobody had warned her. Nobody but her, through experience, taught her to fight for what she believed in. The decisions and choices she made thereafter, others would probably only read or dream about; their opinions probably varied on what way she should have chosen to live her life.

But unexpectedly, Sarah found that in time she had carved Eric out, realizing that she was probably just as twisted to fall for him, that somehow they worked. He needed her to function, and she needed him to keep the fire burning in the pit of her stomach. He taught her that she was just as selfish and indulgent as him, and she showed him that there was redemption for even the cruelest.

This situation would work its way out. Whatever this feeling was, this uncertainty, she could figure it out.

Suddenly, Sarah flinches to Mary’s touch, dragging her from her thoughts. “I think this calls for an afternoon tipple.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“It’s becoming mandatory.” Mary smiles, her boots clattering against the floor as she makes her way over to a cabinet on the furthest side of the room. “Don’t tell Mark. It’s a present from a customer.” She presents a glass bottle, corked, with clear liquid inside. “I think it’s pear something.”

“I'm supposed to be visiting Mother.”

“You can go tomorrow. If you stay a little longer, Thomas will be making an appearance soon. Plus, you’re not in the best of moods. Jesus, even in the best of moods I still want to knock her from her wheelchair.”

The bubble of laughter erupts from Sarah, Mary joining in while pouring two small glasses.

“...It’s a month. Mark is joining you and leaving on the weekends to be with his family. But you will be staying there.” Eric looks up from the assignment sheet to his son's eyes that dance across the desk nervously. When he hesitates to answer, Eric rolls his lips together impatiently, swiveling in his chair to and fro. Jack has the traits of his mom that it’s almost sickening, and he has to bite his tongue to try and not snap at him to sit up fucking straight. 

Jack rubs his hands on his pants before answering, “Yes, sir.”

“Once you have come back, we can have the conversation again about what you want to do. Preferably, I believe with some training, you’ll be right to start working under me. To do that, you have a lot of people to get above.” Jack doesn’t say anything, so he continues. “We should have done this as soon as you had finished initiation.” But apparently, mother knows best...

“Yes, sir.”

Eric kisses his teeth, leaning forward and feeling a little out of his comfort zone. “Have you nothing to say?”

“No. I understand that you are doing what is best for me.” Yep, he was Sarah a hundred times over.

“Let me tell you a little something,” Eric begins, keeping his voice low. “Me and your mom had a rough start, so to speak, at the beginning of our…” He wanders off in thought before saying, “relationship.” Jack’s head quirks up, more interested than he was before - now that it wasn’t something to do directly with him or work. “I held her back. My sole-focus was her for a long time - until you, obviously. But the point is I learned that sometimes you have to give a little and people rise to the challenge. In other cases, when holding back, you realize some people are the opposite and need a push.”

“So, you are saying I’m not like any other person in my family? Mom and April didn’t need to be pushed?”

“No, you are like me.” Eric answers and Jack furrows his brow curiously. “I wasn’t happy with Erudite and my parents weren’t exactly a good example. I got tired of being nothing, considered as nothing. When I got to choose my path, I chose two at the same time; one being Dauntless, and two, I was going to become a Leader. There was no other option for me.” The words sink into his son, his head turning away in thought. “Those experiences of my life and past pushed me into where I am today.”

“Along with others you pushed into the chasm?”

“Casualties,” Eric expresses flippantly. “Dauntless wasn’t like how it is today.” He slouches back in his chair. “I would say motherfucking backstabbers, but the old guy liked to push. Well… he tried to anyway.” Chuckling to himself, Jack doesn’t share his amusement because he doesn’t have the slightest clue who Max is. He was just another faceless rumor. “...That’s a whole other story.”

“I figured.”

“Sort your shit-” He’s interrupted by Betty suddenly popping her head in the door.

“Sarah isn’t on the premises. I’ve tried calling her and there is no reply.”

Of course, Eric doesn’t believe her, instantly picking up his phone and trying himself. He slams the phone down, cursing under his breath and stands up. Not on the premises also meant still no reports on the warehouse. “Dad?” His rampage is halted, throwing his head over his shoulder to his son staring up at him. “You still love mom? Like, that would never change? No matter what?”

This pansy shit Eric loathed the absolute most. He’s almost stunned into silence. But he couldn’t help but get the sixth sense that this question meant a lot more. It was a stupid fucking question, but the underlying meaning was overly important. “I’ve already proved that once in my life already. I can easily say, no matter what.” As he turns and stalks the corridor, he runs a hand down his face. He’ll think more about that later, because it’s already hit seven, and his little wife was still lost on her adventures.This was a first in a long time.

Mary opens her door to Eric leaning against the frame with an impatient sneer. “Eric,” she greets him tightly. 

“Where is she?” She opens the door wider, allowing him inside. Mark’s eating his dinner at the table with his young daughter Eliza and grimaces at him in passing. He’s shown towards the living room, finding his wife asleep on the couch, curled into a ball with her jacket and boots still on. “Leave us.” He doesn’t spare a glance, the door clicking quietly behind, and goes over to crouch next to her head. Pushing back the fine hairs that had fallen into her face, he sighs. “What are you still doing here?”

Her eyes open with that blaze of blue that enchanted him from the moment he met her. “You’re a mean man.” Instantly he tries not to smile. “You didn’t know where I was. I bet you have only just found out. You are sending our son away. My daughter hates me. I don’t want to be in charge of that Erudite project thing-”

“Woe is you.”

“And you are smiling still.” She buries her face towards the couch to try and block him out.

“I think somebody has had a little too much to drink, don’t you?”

She pushes back to scowl at him, a pathetic attempt. “I am serious. This is not drunkenness but saddestness.”

Eric snorts. “Right.”

“This is the very, very lowest I’ve been...” The more serious she tries to appear the more he laughs.

“Yeah, I suspect very close to the bottom of the bottle. You’ll regret it tomorrow.”

“...it’s like cold hands have gripped my heart-”

“Enough with the poetics.” She shifts back on his words, gazing up at him. Slowly, a miscalculated hand reaches out, barely missing his eye and strokes his cheek. He could feel his annoyance beginning to radiate. “Sarah-”

“Do you love me?”

Eric sighs through his nose. “If I didn’t, would I be here now?”

“Just answer me.” She mumbles some other incoherent word that he’s not bothered about. It sounded sort of like Jack, but he makes out its probably Jerk.

“Fine. Yes. Of course.” He grabs her annoying hand and lays it flat on the couch again.

“Do you love our children?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“I’m doing this because I love you all. We’ve done it your way since they were born, and now it’s time to do things my way. No harm will come of this, that I can promise you. There is no danger.” He watches her eyelashes flutter, peering off across the room. “He has Mark and I will check in every day. And to be honest, we have to start putting this behind us.” Thankfully she nods because he’d killed for less. But really he was only giving her the reassurances she wanted to hear so he could get out there as quickly as possible. “So, are you coming home or staying here?”

“Home, please. I did try but Thomas turned up, and then Eliza-.”

“But this is the end of this conversation, Sarah. I don’t want to hear it anymore.” She nods again but a little slower, trying to sit up. Her hair sticks out and she wobbles slightly in her seat. “I should be really annoyed with you, but I got a little deja vu and mild semi.” She is definitely slaughtered because she smiles and begins trying to hide it underneath her hand. “Come on.”

Sarah is the last to wake. She appears ready for the day and ignores the way everybody looks at her as she passes. Flicking on the coffee machine, she keeps her back to them. 

“You okay, mom?” Jack asks.

“Absolutely fine.” She busies herself with trying to find a mug, then places a sugar neatly into it, still not turning around. She can hear them snickering and the low rumble of Eric’s voice.

“Feeling a bit dazed?” Eric asks this time.

“No, why would I be dazed?” The coffee machine clicks off and she pours herself a decent amount.

“Does your heart still feel cold?” The mirth in April’s tone is unmissable.

“You’re such a dick, April,” Jack mutters.

“What? Mom got drunk for the like, the second time ever, and we can’t talk about it?”

Sarah turns and catches Eric’s eyes, he’s smirking lightly, one arm outstretched in a casual pose with his morning beverage and she gets the fleeting image of throwing it in his mocking face. “I’m fine.” She tries to smile but her head is pounding. “Eat your breakfast.” Then please leave me alone, she thinks, walking over to take a seat in what feels like an almost uncomfortable but discreet interrogation. “If your dad feels it is amusing to share something private that was between us, that’s on him.”

The table bursts into laughter and she keeps herself stoically composed. “We’re all family here,” Eric manages to say between breaths.

“Yes, I know.”

“I bet Auntie Mare was cringing watching you chug.” April peers between her father and brother while Sarah begins buttering toast from the middle of the table. “I can just imagine Uncle Mark’s face and poor Eliza cowering behind him.” She mimes a scared face, peeking up between her hands like a dog.

Sarah keeps her back straight, eyes on her food. “I’m glad you find this funny.”

“It’s fucking hilarious.”

“April, don’t swear.”

“Alright, leave it now,” Jack mutters from across the table.

“Okay, mommy’s boy.” The attitude of their daughter is grating. “Go get yourself laid or something. There’s always some sincere stick shoved up your ass.”

Sarah puts down her knife, snapping her head to her daughter next to her. “Enough.” She, of all people, should know the consequences of drinking and remember exactly what Sarah had to deal with on a regular basis. But it seems her ignorant daughter couldn’t care less.

April merely flicks her hair, nonchalantly commenting, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Bitch,” Jack rolls the word off his tongue, hissing it hatefully towards his sister. “You gonna let her talk to mom like this?” he asks Eric.

“April shut your fucking mouth.” Their father speaks but it falls on deaf ears. His heart wasn’t in his warning as he brushes the handle of his mug with a bored expression.

“What? We can’t have a laugh over mom’s frosty heart as she bleeds for Jack being sent to a death camp?” Their daughter imposes herself more over the table, trying to get somebody to agree.

“You over exaggerate and are beginning to set the rumors true for the color of your hair, blondie. Zip it. Fucking stitch it shut for more than five minutes,” Eric sighs.

“You’ve gone soft, old man. For reputation's sake, I’d be keeping a check on it.” April’s gone too far and Sarah looks up to Eric in a flash, his expression forming into something lethal. That wasn’t a subject to be poked and whatever is about to come out of his mouth isn’t going to be good. So, as always, she stands up, trying to take the attention away...

“Go to work, all of you, ple-” Her efforts are useless as Eric pushes the entire table, pointing a tensed finger at their daughter, and Jack leaves knowingly.

“Get the fuck out of here now!” He follows April all the way to her bedroom, a string of shouted abuse until she’s almost in tears, then she ducks her way past him to the front door. Some things are hissed so quietly and so darkly, Sarah couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying.

The moment she leaves, he turns around, completely livid, red in the face, and his eyes blown. “It’s not nice, is it?” Sarah leaves it as that, beginning to tidy the table.

“Fucking little bitch. Ignorant, selfish, little cunt of a daughter. You know what they say about her?” Now he hovers over her shoulder, following her to the kitchen and back again.

“Nothing would surprise me. And I’d rather not know. I want to keep my image of her untainted.”

“They say wild. That there is nothing she hasn’t done.”

Sarah can’t help herself, turning to him and stopping them both in their tracks. “And whose fault is that? And I bet if that was the rumor on Jack you’d be giving him a damned reward for it!”

“Oh, we going to go at each other's throats too?” He tilts his head and she hates it when he does that in such an aggressive manner.

“I just want you to take some responsibility other than what suits you. But like you said, we are done with this conversation, Eric. Maybe once Jack is out of the way, all your attention can be on setting April on the straight and narrow, giving her just a tiny piece of inspiration other than to chase boys and stay out all night drinking.” She takes a step forward but he doesn’t move. “Do you know that most nights I hold her hair back? The sweetest girl, so innocent, so tired of this-this unrewarded life she has. But no, you pick on Jack, force him… The balance should be equal! You can run an entire faction but my god you are weak when it comes to your children!” She pants for not having taken one breath while he stands motionless, still forever glaring and teeth grinding, but motionless nonetheless. “Don’t you blame me!” She searches his face but there is nothing. “Don’t you dare!” She pushes him, an act so unusual. She may as well have been pushing the wall but she tries again anyway, giving up for a swift thump on his chest.

“Are you finished?” Eric eventually asks.

“No,” she pants, wetting her lips and pushing her hair back. “Okay, yes.” Peering around her to the kitchen counters and then the room, it’s eerily silent. The moment she looks back up into his eyes, she notices his anguish has melted away. “Stop it.” He has that playful look on his face just before he was about to pounce. “Eric…” She tries to sound authoritative, backing her way around the island of the kitchen, eventually bumping into the table the other side.

“Don’t run away now, shorty.” He stalks towards her and she gasps as he pushes her backward, his hands steady on her hips, his mouth violently pressed to hers before she could take another breath. Landing on top of the table with a clutter, pushing whatever was left carelessly to one side, Sarah is already working her dress jacket off while he fumbles at his belt. It’s a rush of urgency, only breaking away for her to pull her underwear to one side for him then to align the head of his cock to fit warmly between her legs. He thrusts forwards and stops to her yelp, receiving a slap across his face.

“And you were doing so well with that mouth of yours,” he mocks her, tonguing his cheek.

It’s always the same. And they both knew this. She draws him back with the same spiteful hand and they kiss slowly. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” she whispers, her hands skimming the buzzed-cut hair at the back of his head.

“I know… She was baiting, like always.”

“You’re too easy to get a rise from.”

“And you’re not, and that’s why when you do, I want to be in you.” She opens her mouth to reply but he puts his finger up to her lips. “Shh, sweetheart, I’m busy here.”

“You’re a mean man.”

“Know it.”

Two days later and still no apology from April. Eric fairs no better either. Their home is lifeless with two entities avoiding each other; one enters, one leaves. They are equally just as stubborn. But Sarah can’t think too much about it because today is the day Jack leaves. 

The warehouse has a buzz of excitement; multiple trucks being loaded, loud voices drifting over one another, willing faces ready to venture into new territory. - All but one. The discontentment is written as plain as day on Jack’s face. Only Sarah sees it, only a mother knows unsaid troubles. She watches him from a distance, Eric holding his son's shoulder, drilling in whatever he can while he nods occasionally. He had a rucksack on the floor, filled with needed personal items and equipment, the same one like everybody else that was leaving.

With her hood pulled, she tells herself over and over not to cry. It’s not for her sake, but for him; she didn’t want to embarrass him and Eric, not in this busy place. But it’s hard to hold it together when he eventually looks up at her, shouldering his bag with his dad in tow, making his way over.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Jack half-smiles when he reaches her, peering at her hands twisting the sleeves of her long jacket.

Jack’s a tall boy, signified in the moment she reaches out for him, pulling him down by the neck and into her arms, squeezing him so tight he groans; all while balancing on her tiptoes. “Don’t forget to call us every day.” She pulls back to touch his face. “Have you got everything? Just don’t do anything stupid. Don’t drink or smoke. Keep with your group. You ring your dad-”

“Mom…” he embarrassingly scoffs, peering over his shoulder. “I’m good, don’t worry.” She hugs him strongly one last time, and finally, lets him go…

It’s blurry while watching Jack shake Eric’s hand and, as per usual, his dad giving him a soft clap on the back. It’s almost murky to hear Eric speak to him over the starting truck engines saying, “Focus, don’t look back” - for whose sake, she didn’t know. She almost can’t feel Eric’s hand in hers as she watches her firstborn walk away with his head down, hop into the truck, and disappear inside.

Everything is numb. But there is a voice, a slight pain while the hand holding hers tightens when the trucks begin to roll off. “Keep it together, sweetheart.” The trucks vanish from sight, leaving a dusty and quiet warehouse with a dozen or so people left. Sarah can’t help but look at her husband with utter loathing, snapping her hand away to which he kisses his teeth and peers off to the side.

“If anything happens…” she warns him. “I will never forgive you.” Be it spur of the moment or what she truly thought, either way, she needed to vent her whole-hearted disagreement with this decision. She leaves him there, walking quickly off before she broke to pieces in front of him. He can do that damn warehouse report himself.

[bibbykins]

Moonlight Reign Ch. 4

A/N: This was rough to write while I’m all busy, so it’s not my best. However, I hope you enjoy and give me feedback!

Word Count: 3.2k

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Chapter Summary: You reunite with someone with undertones of betrayal as your place in Bangtan is solidified

There’s nothing uglier than a person’s face right before they kill someone. The curling of their lips into a snarl, the glint of merciless psychosis present in their eyes, and their hands, almost too ready to seize a heartbeat. It’s common for the killer to beg their loved one’s eyes to look away before they cause someone else’s to close indefinitely. However, your father had never asked you to do so before.

He had never asked that of anyone.

You weren’t able to see Yoongi’s face before he killed Byungjoo, but you did feel the blood spatter paint your face. You had been covered in the blood of family, which would be the largest crime someone could commit in your former syndicate.

However, you didn’t feel sick. You felt fine.

Your eyes stuttered open, the feeling of a cool washcloth gently brushing against your skin as you regained consciousness with blurry vision trying to realign.

“Y/n, I’m washing the blood off of you, don’t be scared,” You heard a gruff voice as your eyes focused to see Yoongi’s face above your own as he brushed the cloth on your cheek, “We had to change your clothes to get all the blood, but we didn’t see anything past what a bathing suit would be, and by we I mean Jin and I.”

“Byungjoo is dead,” That was something you had to confirm as Yoongi nodded, “Why?”

Yoongi ceased all movement for a second, reaffirming his decision to say his next few words, “He tried to kill one of our own, one of my own.”

You almost choked on air, “O-One of-”

“I didn’t stutter, y/n,” He stated, continuing to clean you off, “You are mine now.”

His stare was a web that looked like the coziest bed to snuggle into. Yoongi was either a new home or a prison with amazing architecture.

You didn’t know which option was the most dangerous.

He chuckled, breaking the stare and you from your own thoughts, “Don’t get too excited, I mean you’re my new addition, we have a closer bond now, I guess,” You scrunched your nose at his chiding, “I mean if you wanted one night of-”

Your lips twitched upwards, “You’re disgusting,” You said as Yoongi flashed you his gummy smile.

“There’s a sense of humor, something to lighten the mood,” He noted, standing up to put the rag away, “I need you alive and well, it’s the least I can make sure of.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, “What do you mean?”

Yoongi smiled, “Ah, who would’ve thought you’d forget saving a trembling preteen when you weren’t even 10?”

You paused, remembering the child of the Min’s, the only person you had shown your face to. Byungjoo was right, this was all your fault, but you weren’t angry with yourself in the least bit, “It was because you were either going to die or end up like me, and I didn’t like either possibility.”

He nodded, “Little did you know I’d tear that whole system down.”

You wanted to be shocked, but you weren’t. Min Yoongi hadn’t exactly said it, but you knew, he was the push to the dominos that your empire was built on.

“What? No anger?” Yoongi leaned down to look at you with eye contact, “I ruined your life after you saved mine.”

“I get angry at wrongful acts,” You managed to sit up straight, “All you did was show the world the truth.” Your head was pounding for you to lay down again, “My father and Byungjoo ruined my life.”

Yoongi was dumbfounded, unable to wrap his head around what made you so level-headed, considering your background. It was just about admirable how you could recognize fault where fault is due, “How did you manage to form an independent opinion with all the blindfolds they put over your eyes?”

“Dinner time!” You chimed as you walked down the steps of the basement, the sound of chains clanking against a cage, “Hi, Mayrin!”

Mayrin was 7 years your senior, a 15 year old, and she looked exactly like your father, “My sunshine!” She did her best to smile at you, but you both knew it hurt for her to move.

Mayrin was your sister, a forbidden member of the family, since she was a production from your late mother and your father despised her. She was exactly like your mother, and your father was unwilling to kill blood, but he could keep it in captivity using you to make sure she doesn’t die of thirst or starvation.

You set the plate of hot food in her cage, leaving the door open for while she eats, “May, I spared someone’s life today.” You thought back to the trembling boy who you had shown your face to.

Her fork stilled as you vomited the words, and she took notice of the shame on your face. “Hey, I’m proud of you,” She said, and then she bit her lip, suddenly worried, “Don’t let father find out, okay?”

The only time he spilled his family’s blood was when he killed her mother.

You nodded. Mayrin taught you about morals and the rights and wrongs of your life. She explained the concept of the truth and every bit of ethical information her mother taught her.

“I hear the news talk about scandals with father, and he tells me one day we’ll kill them, is that bad?” You questioned and May nodded, knowing your feelings were taught.

“Terrible,” Your head cast down in shame, “The truth should always come out, and no one should be punished for exposing it, only the liar.”

What a stupid thought.

What a terrible memory.

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll get it out of you eventually,” Yoongi mused, “But for now, let’s go see good old pops, this is your last day with him.” He smiled gleefully, patting your leg as you remained blank, “Don’t make that face, he’s going to prison, not where Byungjoo went.”

“He’s here?” Your voice involuntarily shook.

Being in the same building as your father felt surreal, you felt every emotion at the same time. Pain, anger, fear. What would happen when you were face to face with him? You couldn’t tell.

Yoongi observed your stunning features, you made fear look hauntingly beautiful, “What’s the matter? Are you going to go nuts again?”

You shook your head, “The last time I saw my father was three years ago,” You closed your eyes, “I stabbed him.”

You didn’t want to remember it. You couldn’t anymore, it was shameful. It was shameful, because you loved it.

Yoongi was shaken to the core, “Daddy’s little girl?”

You steadily got up, “I used to love one person more than my father,” You looked at your attire of boxers and a large shirt, “I’m not seeing my father like this, I’ll look like one of your… playthings,” You grimaced as Yoongi looked way too coy.

“Babydoll, I’d never,” He said and you cursed yourself for shivering at his words. “I’m more of a one and done guy, easier that way,” You scrunched your nose again, “Anyways, I felt like you’d say that, so there’s a nice dress from your closet I had Jungkook get,” He gestured to a regular sundress on the chair, “Now hurry on, doll, pops is waiting. Jin said your head is like a helmet, so you should be good to go.”

The dress was an older long sleeved turtle neck with a  regal effect, it was the dress you were the day Jungkook found out how to console you. You wondered if he chose that dress intentionally or panicked and grabbed something. Most likely the latter.

You used your nail to chip away anymore dried blood as you patted down your hair, preparing yourself to see your father again.

—-

“Well, Byungyeol, I’m afraid your dear brother just didn’t make it,” Namjoon stated with false pity.

The older man was beaten up, bleeding from the lip, and he looked tired to say the very least. “As expected,” He mused, “Byungjoo has never been tortured before, that was y/n’s job.”

“You give up your daughter’s name so easy,” Taehyung mused from behind Namjoon, “And you allowed her to take beatings meant for an adult.”

The former boss shrugged, “I imagine you killed her as well?”

Namjoon weighed his options. He could say no and see if the act changes, or he could say yes and if his timing was right, you will hear and completely lose it, “Yes, we did.”

—-

“God he must be so devastated,” You murmured as Yoongi led you down the corridor to your father.

Yoongi was almost in awe at your words. Through his extensive research on your father, he found no heart. He found no sense of selflessness for the people around him in any records, but maybe if someone gets shit kicked in their face and their parent calls it love, they’ll actually believe it.

“Does he actually love anyone?” Yoongi asked and you paused.

“He said it once,” You knew you were brainwashed, but even so, you did genuinely believe that despite all that has happened, family loves family. That was the one thing your father drilled into you, family loves family, and you all were family, “He has to,” You mumbled as Yoongi simply nodded.

“Yes, we did,” Namjoon spoke as you walked in one of their many interrogation rooms to see your father. He looked…pathetic. He was ever so slightly beaten with messy hair and a revolting slight beard. However you still felt your heart squeeze, it was your father, you hadn’t looked at him and didn’t see a monster in 5 years. The last time you saw him was wiped from your memory and you were a 13-year-old again, reunited, “Y/n was killed,” Namjoon said, snapping you out of your nostalgia and causing you to spring toward the door.

Yoongi wrapped an arm around your waist and while the touch had caused a shock to rush through your bones, you were too focused on the fire inside you, “He’ll be devastated, let me see him!”

Yoongi looked at you in almost admiration. You genuinely loved him. Despite how many people he has murdered, you found refuge in a 5-year-old feeling that was your foundation before it all fell through. Maybe his pitiful state made you forget, but it was still almost sad to see you want to save a man who’s been giving to the dogs your whole life.

You were expecting him to freak, but all he did was shrug, “She was never cut out for this world,” He sighed, “I am truly a man without my shield.”

Shield.

You were his shield.

That’s it.

“She’s your daughter, no?” Taehyung spoke.

The chortle that escaped Byungyeol left with a tear from your eye. You don’t remember it building up, but it had already bubbled over. “She was a princess, an heir, but now, she’s nothing really,” His eyes were something you’ve seen before.

You felt like you were going to throw up. It wasn’t until Yoongi shook you that you came back to reality, “Get a grip,” He ordered, staring you down as he wiped your tears, “I know deep in yourself, you aren’t surprised, remember why you stabbed him.” Yoongi’s pep talk was purely selfish. It was the gunpowder to you being ready to shoot him down, publicly reveal yourself and turn your own father in. Selfish or not, it was working.

“WHERE IS MAY?!” You screeched as you held the butcher knife you grabbed out of fear while your father tried to bring you back to sanity.

He had run into you by mistake at Eunhwa’s restaurant, and one thing led to another until the place was evacuated and you were screaming in the kitchen for your older sister.

“We all had to give things up for-”

“SHE WASN’T A THING!” You screamed. This was the only time you would kick and scream at your father, “WHERE IS SHE?!”

“GONE!” The dam burst and all bets were off when both you and your father got angry, “I LEFT HER THERE TO BURN, OKAY?!”

Everything froze in time, and by the time you were back to seeing something other than red, you had rammed a knife into your father’s shoulder, feeling the metal slip through his joints with ease, and it felt so good. Your father gaped at you, and you only could muster a chuckle, “I’m going to murder everything you love,” You seethed, ripping the knife out, letting his blood splatter onto your clothing.

“He killed my sister,” You sighed and Yoongi deemed it the wrong time to inquire who the hell your sister was, “I killed ten men that day,” You murmured as Yoongi stared at you in shock. “My father and I can hurt each other, really bad,” You stated, “Get me away from him if he mentions my sister, I’ll end up killing him.”

“After all that, you’re still hurt he doesn’t love you?” Yoongi almost spat.

You flinched at his tone, “How would you feel of the only person that is required to love you, can’t even do that?” You inquired. “I’m overwhelmed with self-pity, like a kid who found out Santa Claus isn’t real. I’m not sad he doesn’t exist, I’m just sad about not getting a present,” You left Yoongi speechless. “I’ve had my moment of melancholic instability, now what do you want me to do?”

“Tell him what’s happening tomorrow, and don’t hurt him,” Yoongi stated and you nodded.

You steadily walked to the door, twisting the knob to enter, catching the attention of the first man you trusted, “Father, we need to talk.”

“Now who am I to impose on a reunion?” Taehyung mock gasped, “I’ll be outside.” You almost choked on air looking at the perplexed look he gave you.

“Now, you don’t look very dead, do you?” The door closed as your father’s face contorted from shock to a disgusting smile, “My dear-”

“We’re not family anymore,” You said, finally, “You’re as good as Byungjoo to me right now,” You clipped.

“God, she’s really something else,” Hoseok mused, walking in to see this spectacle, “Such mood swings,” He mused.

“I heard she’s stepped onto train tracks and kissed the front of the train when it braked, just for fun,” Taehyung chimed. “Either she has no regard for her life or she’s fearless.”

Yoongi nodded, not sure exactly which you were.

“Such terrible words,” Your father mused and you scoffed.

“Do you think I didn’t hear what you just said?” You stressed.

“I’m shocked you aren’t falling apart,” He chuckled, “I made myself your weak spot.”

“Yet, now all I see is a washed up greedy man,” You mused casually, “However, I didn’t come in here to assert our severed ties were obliterated,” You leveled with him, locking eyes, “Can you guess why?”

“Oh no, are you going to kill me?” Byungyeol fake gasped.

You giggled in response, “Death doesn’t want you, you’re too toxic,” You seethed, “I’m going to turn you in.”

This caught your father’s attention. With the monstrosities that lied behind bars, that was the last place he wanted to go. Your father was loyal to family while he was king, but everyone else were as good as pawns to him. He’s made more enemies than friends, and even those friends have ended up as enemies. After the break out of financial scandal, many people were exposed, arrested, and robbed of their fortune.

“You’re bluffing,” He stiffened at your smile this time, “Nobody likes a snitch.”

“But everyone hates you more,” You retorted.

“You’re guilty too,” He corrected.

You could feel your shield weaken at his words. You were beginning to get scared.

“Yet I am not going to prison, you are,” You chuckled. “Think about it, the little girl you forced and conditioned to kill turns in her tormentor,” You envisioned for him, “The public won’t bat an eye, and you know it.”

“You’re the devil,” He reached out to grab your neck, not squeezing. That’s when your breathing became shallow.

Your lower half was shaking, and Yoongi could tell. You were terrified, “Get her out,” He stated.

“Rot in there with all your kids you’ve locked away,” You spat, however you were motionless.

“But she’s fine,” Taehyung complained, wanting to see the soap opera before him play out.

You could hear your heart beating, filling your ears painfully, you trudged on, trying to look your father in the eye.

“Well not with all of them, isn’t that right?” Your father said darkly, and you stiffened, “I still remember how she begged me to get her out of there, so pathetic-”

“Y/n, it’s time to go,” Yoongi decided to burst in himself.

“What? Don’t want me to see her have one of her dramatic episodes?” Your father asked as Yoongi took your arm.

“I’ve grown out of a lot of things, including you,” You spat. “Tell all my brothers and all your sons hello for me.”

When the door shut behind you, you collapsed. You landed on your wobbly knees, breathing heavily with tears overflowing your eyes. Yoongi was trying to lift you up, but you couldn’t move.

“Jungkook said she is prone to these attacks,” Taehyung mused, “He knows what to-”

The thought of Jungkook taking care of this, over him, made him twitch, “I got it, he has to handle the police chief to go over the plan,” Yoongi lifted you into his arms, legs wrapped around him, and you responded by curling yourself into him, just happy to feel protected in your vulnerable state.

You don’t know when he started or stopped walking, but you felt yourself swaying. It felt nice. You hadn’t meant to render yourself immobile. It was a terribly random act that you despised. You seem to never stop paying the psychological toll your father has on you. You felt so weak.

Yoongi walked quite a bit until he got to the room you woke up in. He was stroking your hair as you tapped in fours on his back, “You’ll be okay,” He cooed, “It’s been a hard few days, I know, it’s okay, breathe with me.” He spoke softly as he laid you down on the bed slowly. By the time your back hit the mattress, you were breathing normally again.

“Impressive, Min Yoongi,” You muttered. “Usually only Jungkook can talk me down,” Yoongi flared a bit internally at the mention, “I apologize for that, just seeing him was so…scary, I was petrified.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” Yoongi dismissed, “You’re one of us, you’re mine,” He reassured you as you closed your eyes.

“Yours,” You scoffed, “How possessive.”

“You should see me when I’m in love,” Yoongi joked.

“I should,” You murmured, “But will I ever?”

Yoongi shrugged, “Get some rest, tomorrow is a big day, isn’t it?” He spoke, walking to the door.

“Yoongi? Why are you keeping me around?” You asked and he stood still.

“I like having you around,” He casually said, “I see your addition as permanent, do you?”

“It’s only been a few days,” You chuckled a bit, “But it feels very permanent, what a funny circle I’ve made of my life.”

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