#what can i say i love a tough guy who gets nervous when he has to say what he wants or get direct with attention

[termagax]

i hate when people make him insecure but i do love when people make him easily flustered. theres a difference but too many of youse on internet dot com conflate the two.

[mrsbarnesblog]

i am not the only one who saw that, right?

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summary: your friends find out that you secretly dating their enemy, but their opinion might completely change when they see Rafe from another point of view

words count: 2.2k

warnings: secret relationship, pogue!reader, attempted assault, mention of blood, soft and protective Rafe

a/n: inbox is open for requests💘

“You cannot be dating Rafe fucking Cameron, Y/N!” John B exclaimed, burying his hands in his hair and walking all around the place. 

“No, seriously, this is not a good idea.” Sarah looked at you, giving out a nervous laugh. 

You were currently surrounded by your friends, who were all practically yelling at you after they accidentally saw a message from Rafe on your phone. You were one of the pogues; you never hanged out around the kooks, but somehow, when you were visiting Sarah a few months ago, you got into a random conversation with Rafe, and since that moment, the connection between you two has only gotten stronger. 

It was an instant click and as much as you both tried to deny the spark, it was there. As you started going out, secretly from everyone, of course, you decided to keep it private until the right time. 

“Alright, guys, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I knew that this would be your reaction. It just happened, okay?” You rubbed the bridge of your nose, already feeling a headache from the tense situation. All of your friends were standing on the opposite side of you and it felt like they were just attacking you. 

“What were you thinking? You know that he hates people like us, like you. We are pogues, Y/N. How the hell did that even happen?” Kiara was standing with her hands on her hips, as her piercing eyes were studying you. You felt awful looking at Pope, who was the one who always supported you, but he just shook his head and stepped away. 

“I don’t know. It just happened. We talked once when Sarah left, then I accidentally met him a few times in town, and then he texted me. He’s not bad when you know him closer.” You sighed. “Look, I know Rafe was a lot of trouble for us. He did bad things; I know that. But he’s not like that; he’s sweet and caring, and he has never shown any sign of being disrespectful towards me. I just can’t deny my feelings for him.”

“Honey, Rafe is not a good person. He doesn’t care about anything or anyone; he’s evil, selfish and manipulative.” Sarah stepped closer to you, touching your hand. “He’ll play with you, hurt your feelings and just throw you away.”

“And he probably just wants to get into your pants.” JJ grumbled, also taking a defensive position. 

“I haven't even slept with him yet, JJ!” You desperately snapped at him. It felt ridiculous, like all of them turned against you at the same time. Sure, Rafe wasn’t the sweetest person to them before, but they didn’t even give you a chance to say something in your defense. “And you’re wrong too, Sarah. All of Rafe’s actions were just to get people’s attention and appreciation. All it took for me to get on his soft side was to just listen to him and give him some affection. Other people didn’t care enough, including you and your father. He needs someone who he can trust and open up to because he’s hurt.” 

“No, Y/N. If you think that he loves you, then he just got into your head. My brother doesn’t love anyone. It will end badly; I just know that.” 

Tears gathered in your eyes, and a lump in your throat made it difficult to say anything back, so you just stupidly stayed there. You had no strength to fight with all five of them at the same time. You turned around, silently getting back in the car, even though your head was filled with doubt and dark thoughts because of their words. 

For the next few days, it was tough for all of you. You and the rest of the group were still close, and even though they were completely against your relationship, you still met and hung out. The pit in your heart was still there, no matter how hard you tried to act nonchalant and not let their words get into your head. 

Rafe noticed the change in your behavior—that you were upset with something—but he didn’t put any pressure on you and allowed you to decide for yourself when you wanted to open up. 

Pogues decided to go to some party on the cut near the beach and as much as you tried to refuse, Sarah and Kiara managed to drag you there. You all rarely went to such places, preferring to hang out in your little circle, but apparently everyone wanted to clear their heads and saw it as the best opportunity. 

It was pretty fun with a bunch of people you did not know, some music, and drinks, and you mostly hung out with your friends. Though quickly it got overwhelming and made you want to go home or at least go outside of the house to get some fresh air. As you left your friends and wanted out from the backyard to a part of the beach, you didn’t notice the guy who had been eyeing you the whole evening. 

He came out of nowhere from your back, his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground. You yelled at the sudden and unwanted touch, and your heart seemed to drop into your stomach when you realised that it wasn’t just a joke from JJ, who liked to scare you. You started wiggling in his hands to get free, but he was fighting you back, dragging you up when you fell to your knees on the ground. 

It was such a mess trying to scratch and punch him that you almost did not notice his hand coming into contact with your face several times. You screamed again, this time loud enough, until you saw JJ running towards you. The guy behind you pushed you away as soon as he saw someone, and you fell to the ground with a loud huff. 

“That fucking bastard!” JJ was right near you, helping you to get up as tears streamed down your face. He tried to comfort you, checking your body for any injuries, but you pushed his hands away, wrapping your own around yourself in a defensive way.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” You heard Kiara, along with your other friends, calling your name. “What the hell happened?”

“H-he attacked me.” You sniffed, trying to catch your breath and, with shaking hands, reaching to the pocket of your jeans shorts to get out your phone. All of them looked at each other, questioning your actions, until you pressed someone’s contact button and put the phone to your ear. “Can y-you pick me up, p-please?” You sniffed again, now trembling from the adrenaline. 

“Baby? Are you crying? Where are you?” You heard your boyfriend’s concerned voice through the phone, feeling how JJ tensed beside you. 

“I’m on the cut. Near the beach. There’s a party and... Please, Rafe.” 

“I’m coming, angel. Just wait for me, ‘kay?” You heard the sound of the car engine at the other end of the line. Rafe didn’t ask any more questions, and as soon as you mumbled quiet 'mhm’ he ended the call. 

You all heard him before you saw him. The sound of the tires drifting through the sandy street was loud, drawing attention to the expensive car that was unusual to see at this part of the island. 

Rafe didn’t bother to properly park, turn off the engine or even close the door when he saw you sitting on some old chaise lounge, with his sister and Kie trying to talk to you and your other friends arguing nearby. 

The girls stepped away from you as soon as they saw Rafe running towards you with a furious expression on his face and ready to deal with anyone who made you cry. It looked like he didn’t even care about the pogues, with whom he always had to get into arguments; he was fully focused on your shivering form.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” He squatted down in front of you, and you started sobbing again. Your hands immediately found their place around his neck, and, before he could even properly look at your face, you pulled him closer to get some sense of comfort from his warmth and smell. Rafe hugged you back, soothingly rubbing your back. His eyes shot towards your friends, who were watching in awe at the interaction. “Which one of you did that?”

“It’s not us, you idiot. Some guy jumped her when she walked outside.” Sarah said, rolling her eyes at her brother. “JJ heard screaming, and when we walked outside, he ran away.” Rafe pulled away, finally taking in your appearance.

Your knees were covered in dried blood mixed with the sand. He gently took your hands to see the palms scratched from you trying to catch yourself before hitting the ground. Rafe’s eyes were burning with fury, showing his side that he rarely revealed in front of you. His hand reached to move your hair from your face, noticing a red, now already turning purplish, bruise covering the side of your cheek.

“Holy shit, sweetheart.” He softly brushed his fingertips along your cheek and you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes. Your bottom lip started quivering and you bit inside your cheek to calm yourself down. “Sh-h im here, okay? You’re safe. Did you see him? What did he look like? Just tell me and I’ll deal with it.” He almost begged, but you only shook your head. JJ suddenly stepped closer, slightly hesitating to actually normally communicate with his longtime enemy,  but he thought that it was the least that he could do for you.

As much as he hated The Kooks King, JJ knew that Rafe was the best option to find the guy who hurt you. 

“Tall, with dark and curly hair. Never seen him before, probably someone new on the island, but I’ll recognize him.” They looked at each other for a moment, and Rafe just simply nodded, turning his attention back to you. 

“I’ll find him, ‘kay? I promise I will.” He gently took both of your hands in his, bringing them to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. “We should go now. I need to take care of your knees and that bruise, baby. You don’t mind going to Tanneyhill, yeah?”

“Thank you, Rafe.” You whispered, slightly bending forward to ask for a kiss. Rafe smiled at you, his thumbs gently swiped the leftovers of the tears under your eyes, and then he kissed you on your forehead, nose, and gently pecked your lips. 

Your heart flattered at his soft touches and for a second, it felt like you two were in your own little bubble. Rafe's eyes shimmered slightly in the moonlight, and the way he looked at you, soft and caring, made you want to kiss him again and again. You suddenly snapped out of the trance, looking back at your friends, who all had different levels of shock and uncertainty written on their faces. 

“C’mon, pretty girl.” Rafe stood up, lifting you in bridal style without an effort, carefully not to hurt your bleeding knees. He almost walked away, but then sighed, turning back to look at his sister. “You coming home with us or somethin’?”

“Um, no, I’ll be with John B. It seems like I would be third wheeling with you anyway.” She shrugged, not being able to keep a smile when you two met with your eyes. 

Rafe then looked at JJ, thinking his words over. “I appreciate it, Maybank.” 

They exchanged a tight nod, both slightly shocked that for the first time ever, they communicated without biting each other's heads off. You leaned closer to Rafe, comfortably nestling in his protective hands, and looked at your friends, who were still too shocked to say anything. 

“I’ll see you guys later, okay? 

Everyone agreed, saying goodbye to you and asking you to text them when you get there safely. They saw how Rafe made sure to slowly put you into the passenger seat, then circled the car and drove away. An awkward silence fell around them, everyone at a loss for words. 

“Okay, so I am not the only one who saw that, right?” Pope spoke first, looking around the place as if he were trying to find something. “Rafe freaking Cameron just was acting cute and didn’t threaten to do something to us?” His own body physically shrugged at the word ‘cute’.

“I don’t know, dude. We all just probably drank something and it’s messing with our heads.” 

[moonlit-heartbreak]

Love Languages

Xaden, Liam, Bodhi, Garrick x Reader Warnings: Slight spoilers for FW and IF, some suggestive comments and themes but nothing too explicit a/n: I love these men a little bit too much, so now you all get to enjoy my takes on each of their love languages for my first post🤭. It’s a little short and all over the place, but once my finals are over expect some longer works. Definitely let me know what you all think!

Xaden - Acts of Service

Listen, he's an important guy both as wingleader and a lieutenant and now in being on the front lines of a war, so he has to make sure to keep everyone's respect, and of course keep them all a little scared of him, so he can't get all lovey-dovey with you in public

Instead I see him being big on acts of service. Leaving you an extra piece of bread he grabbed at breakfast that morning, sharpening your swords/daggers so you're set to go for training, things of that nature

He would want to be there for you and let you know that he's looking out for you and acts of service is the perfect way for him to do that subtly but still being more involved in directly making you happy

Don't get me wrong though, when you're alone the acts of service definitely don't stop and he's good at what he does. With this I don’t mean JUST sex (even though it’d be amazing), but he would also love to brush your hair, give you a massage, whatever he can do to make you feel loved and cared for after a long day of classes and training

If there’s something specific you liked back home like a specific snack or item just know that once he finds out he’s going to be bribing one of the fliers to get it for him during a supply run so he can surprise you with it just so he can see your face light up

It works out perfect for you because not only is he making you feel like the most special person in the world with everything he does for you and how well he knows you, but getting perks like him keeping you off the schedule for your least favorite chores doesn't hurt either

The moral of the story is that he would literally do anything to make you happy, and despite how tough he acts you've got him completely wrapped around you finger

Liam - Words of Affirmation

For someone who's experienced so much loss before, he still manages to be SO kind and caring and this would 100% come through in the way he acts with his significant other, especially in terms of how he speaks to them

In public this would probably come off more as supportive and encouraging comments, helpful tips for training, or even just a quick compliment thrown in here or there. He's one of the more laid back out of all of the guys, but he still knows not to let his kindness be mistaken for weakness or allow anyone to try and use you against him, so he's careful to keep a good balance of keeping his guard up and being sweet with you

With that though, neither of you really have anything to worry about. He's the strongest cadet in his year and he trusts that you can hold your own so he'd still be pretty open with you in public

He's the type of guy who would never want to say goodbye without an 'I love you" thrown in there, even if you'd had a disagreement or you're (somehow) upset with him. Words are so important to him and he's going to make sure to tell you how he feels no matter what

I mean think about it, with all those letter he wrote to Sloane this man is a master at communication and he knows how to do it well

SO good at reassuring you. Ever doubting yourself or your abilities? Worried you’re not being a good enough partner? Nervous about opening up to him about something? He knows exactly what to say to calm you down or make you feel better every single time without fail. He just has such a way with words, and when he speaks to you in that soft "everything's going to be alright" voice there's no way you wouldn't feel at least a bit better

I have no doubt in my mind that he would have the sweetest nicknames for you and know exactly what to say when you need it, he’s just the sweetest thing to grace the continent and you’ll be reminded of that every time he speaks his sweet words that make your heart flutter

Bodhi - Physical Touch

This man... I definitely see him lovinggg physical touch. He needs you like he needs air to breathe and he isn't afraid to let the rest of the world know it

He's a confident guy so naturally he'd love to show off his significant other; walking with an arm slung over your shoulder or around your waist, sitting right next to you during meals so that your arms and legs brush against each other, holding hands or even just loosely linking your fingers together while you study, he loves it all

You two have definitely been told to get a room once or twice during training when your sparring sessions get a little too intense (gods bless the innocent bystanders who have to bear witness to that, especially the poor boys who are practically his brothers)

Obviously he knows how to balance his leadership responsibilities with spending time with you so he knows when he has to take a step back and get serious, but trust me, every chance he gets he's finding a way to be right next to you

When you guys are alone... oh boy get ready to be next to him all night long. Whether you’re laying together on one of your beds just talking before you settle in to sleep for the night, sitting on his lap while you both work on your own assignments, showering together, he’ll find a way to make everything a team effort just to be as close to you as possible

Don’t worry though, he knows when to give you your space so if there’s ever a day where you simply want a little alone time he would never push any boundaries and would respect whatever you wanted. However, if you’re trying to avoid him because you’re upset or anything of that nature he’s going to figure out what’s wrong and make sure you’re alright

Bodhi Durran the man that you are... At the end of the day he would be such a sweet partner to you and all of his actions, from full on cuddling to just brushing past each other briefly in the hallway, proves to you every day that he adores you

Garrick - Quality Time

Garrick is definitely more on the serious side, especially in public, but don't underestimate him as a partner because this man knows how to make you feel loved

Being close to you serves multiple purposes for him; it lets him keep an eye on you to make sure you're safe, and it simply brings him the sense of comfort he always gets from being near you

He’s super secure in himself and you, not doubting either of your abilities or your love for one another but just getting to be around you makes him happy. Whether it be sitting together to study, you talking his ear off about whatever antics you and your squad got up to that day, or even just training at the same time even if you’re on opposite sides of the gym sparring with different partners. Spending time with you or just being near each other is how he shows that he's there for you and that he loves you so he'll take whatever time he can get

With spending so much time with you and the fact that he’s a very observant guy, he would be able to read you like a book. There’s no hiding how you’re feeling because he’ll pick up on all of your little tells and know exactly how to go about making you feel better

Along with how observant he is and how deeply he knows you, I also feel like he would give amazing advice too. Disagreement with a friend? Not able to get the hang of a new weapon you’ve been training with? Stressed about an exam and not sure how to study? He has advice for all of it, and he knows when to step in and help you but also when you’ll want to be left alone to figure things out yourself

Whenever you both get a day off (which wouldn’t be often, I mean you have a war to prepare for) it’s always spent together. When you’re able to get some time together in Aretia, he’d take you to some tucked away corner of Riorson House him and Xaden would hang out in as kids just so you could get a few uninterrupted moments alone together, which you both cherish more and more as you inevitably get busier

He might be one of the most intimidating out of all of his friends and arguably out of most other riders as well, but underneath that sexy muscly exterior, he’s got a crazy soft spot for you; and while it might not be fully apparent to anyone who isn’t looking closely enough, you know just how much he loves you and that’s all that matters to the two of you

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hiii, could I request like the ‘06 gang (Sonic, Shadow, Silver) x reader (platonic or romantic is fine) that’s scared of vaccines/shots since I have to get ones soon and I like shake just thinking about it (I’m really sensitive (idk why) and my arm always hurts way longer than other people’s for some reason)

GRAHH SORRY FOR RANTING I LIKE NEVER EVER DO REQUESTS SO I’M REALLY NERVOUS ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO THIS OR NOT‼️‼️‼️

A/n: dw lol, ur not rambling

Triple S x reader scared of shots

Sonic:

Sonic’s the first to notice your nervousness as you anxiously tap your foot. He gets it, sitting still isn’t his thing either, so having to go through something uncomfortable? No thanks! But he’s not about to let you do this alone.

Sonic want to make sure that you aren't just suffering the whole time, so he tried to keep things light hearted. Making jokes, random distractions, etc to get your mind off the shots. Maybe making you do trivia of him

He’s tossing questions at you like, "What’s my favorite food? Wrong! It’s a chili dog AND cola! Gotcha"

When you reach the clinic, Sonic sees how tense you are, so he offers his hand with a smirk. "It's fine, you can hold on if you need to!" He’s playful about it, but his hand is warm, steady, and there for you to grip onto if you need. He’s always right there, "You got this! Think of it as just a tiny pinch!"

Once it’s over, Sonic doesn’t let you dwell on the soreness. Instead, he’s already planning a day full of fun things. "Hey, I know the perfect way to forget about that shot, let’s go grab some food or go to an arcade!"

He’s all about making sure you end the day on a high note, reassuring you every time you wince. He’ll even make you laugh by pretending his arm hurts too, just to keep your spirits up.

Shadow:

Shadow is the quiet support type. He notices how your usual energy fades the moment you realize you need to get a shot, and he can see the worry in your eyes even if you try to hide it. He may not say much, but he’s not about to let you go through this without his support.

Shadow isn’t big on comforting words, but he has a way of grounding you when you’re feeling anxious. He’ll place a steady hand on your shoulder, looking you in the eyes. "You’re stronger than this. You’ve faced worse." A bit of a tough love guy.

He knows you’re sensitive and that your arm tends to ache more than others afterward. So, he might take some to reassure you that when you get the shot, it'll be okay, and it won't be as harsh as other injuries you've attained.

When it’s over, Shadow stays by your side, silently making sure you’re okay. He’ll help you find a comfortable way to hold your arm, reminding you to relax the muscles around the injection site to ease the soreness. He even surprises you by making tea. If you wince, he might mutter, "hm, humans and your sensitive bodies..." but he'll still massage your arm, it'll probably hurt more than just getting the shot tho tbh-.

Silver

Silver is the most empathetic. He sees how anxious you are about the shot and starts trying to comfort you to the best of his abilities.

He knows fear is a big deal, and he’s very vocal about it. "Hey, it’s okay to be scared!" Silver’s the type to assure you it’s natural to feel nervous, and he offers to be there for you.

Silver tries to create the calmest atmosphere possible. He takes deep breaths with you, even suggesting meditation or some grounding techniques to help soothe you. "Let’s just close our eyes and focus on something peaceful for a minute."

After the shot, Silver feels terrible seeing you in any discomfort, so he’s extra attentive. He’ll offer to massage your arm if you’re okay with it (it's way more gentle than Shadow) or bring you anything to help ease the soreness, will give cuddles to ease the pain.

All 3 of them:

He’s the one to keep you smiling, whether with jokes or challenges to keep your mind busy. He’d bet Silver and Shadow on who can make you laugh the fastest, anything to keep you from focusing on your anxiety.

Shadow’s calm presence is there as a constant reminder that he's there, I mean if he didn't want to be there, he just wouldn't, but he is there. He doesn’t need to say much, but the way he holds your hand or pats your shoulder speaks volumes. He keeps things practical, making sure you know that your strength is what’s helping you through this.

Silver would be the one to say the gentle words that help you accept your fear without feeling judged. If you’re feeling sensitive afterward, he’d be there. "You did amazing. You’re stronger than you think, and you’ve got us all here to take care of you."

A/n: sorry if you expected Archie silver, you’re getting idw

[ljaylmaoo]

Only Yours

hook x fem!reader

summary: you and hook have a relationship that everyone wishes they could experience and someone tries to break you two apart

genre: very angsty, also extremely fluffy

warnings: hook is really soft in this lol, hickeyss, arguments, there’s a kiss without consent in this, I think that’s it

a/n: hii! this is my FIRST post and one-shot that I wrote out of pure boredom lol. if there’s any typos sorry, I wrote this from 2 am to 7 am in one go lol. please let me know what you think after, AND PLEASE feel free to send requests! as I had a lot of fun writing this and would love to write more! hope you enjoy! thank you :)

word count: 3.6k

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To say you were nervous was an understatement.

At the moment, you were doing the final touches of your makeup in anticipation of Castlecoming. You weren’t very fond of wearing a dress. Sure you loved fashion, but dresses? Most certainly not. But you promised Bridget that if she got Ella to wear a dress, you would too. You also wanted to surprise your boyfriend James who would never expect you to actually wear a gown such as this one. So there you stood, admiring your figure in the gold, arched, full length mirror that sat in the corner of your dorm after brushing on some highlighter on the highest part of your cheekbones and tip of your nose. You cursed at yourself for liking the way the gown looked on you.

“Wow..”

The sudden low whisper like voice from the left of you made you jump a bit then relaxed when you recognized the comforting voice of your boyfriend which instantly washed away the nerves you previously had. You glanced over your shoulder, a radiant smile that couldn’t be hidden even if you tried crept up as you caught the sight of your breathtakingly beautiful lover carrying a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand and a box with a bow that held a corsage that luckily matched your dress perfectly.

He slowly made his way up to you, taking in every detail of the rare sight that lied in front of him. He gently set down the box on your vanity, “Art has no depiction that’s fitting of your description. Even the most ignorant would applaud and long for my loves radiance.”

A soft blush washed over your cheeks, “says you, my pretty boy.” You giggle taking the flowers he presented to you with a bow and placed your arms around his neck with him pulling your waist close to him. James has always been a romantic. Every compliment he gives makes Shakespeare’s poems seem dull. Everyone in the academy ached to have your kind of love. And the girls were envious of how James showed his love for you. Always showing you off every chance he gets. He was proud to call you his. He also could never keep his hands off of you, always had to be touching you someway twenty four seven.

Though you two were infatuated with love for one another, there would be the odd argument that would leave you not talking for a day or two which was usually due to his mean and sometimes cruel words that he really didn’t mean. He was still a VK after all.

“Doesn’t my darling look ravishing today?” Was something he would ask the VKs daily as he watched from afar with googoo eyes while smiling like an idiot as you were laughing and talking with your friends, not taking his eyes off you once. Even if you were in a fight and not talking that day.

“Aren’t you guys in a fight?”

“Doesn’t make her any less breathtaking and heavenly to look at.”

These days were torture for him. He tried to be tough and not show how much he was suffering without you, but it never lasted long. By the time he finally breaks he comes knocking on your door with a teddy and “I’m sorry” flowers with him apologizing profusely almost leaving him in tears begging you to take him back explaining how lonely his bed is and how he missed being tangled up with you in your bed every night having the ability to hold you close to him as you drifted off to sleep, and of course you can never stay mad at him. Especially when he’s making himself look like a fool in front of others as they passed by not caring if they judged him by how pathetic he looked, his mind only being set on getting you back.

He was also very protective and possessive of you. If anyone was mean to you or dared try to lay a hand on you flirtatiously, he wasn’t afraid to handle them himself or he would aggressively yet still carefully grab your waist, sometimes with his hook, and kiss you in front of them before smirking at them and watched with satisfaction as they rolled their eyes and walked off. He’d also sometimes give you a few hickeys, making sure that they were as visible as possible. you both wore a necklace with each other’s initials engraved and a diamond heart.

He had also gifted you a beautiful promise ring for your one year anniversary and you’ve worn it ever since.

His favourite pastime was gazing at you while you did your schoolwork or as you slept in his arms. “My heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own.” Is just one of the many examples he would say whenever you got insecure and were in denial. He always made sure you knew his devotion to you was for eternity.

You were soulmates without a doubt. Twin flames.

He kissed you passionately, hungrily placing his soft plump lips on yours. You melted into his touch, smiling at his desperation to get as physically close to you as possible in anyway he could. You tried to pull away to catch your breath but he wouldn’t let you, “James” you laughed with his lips still attached to yours, lightly pushing him away at his chest.

He finally pulled away, “yes, love?” He smiled still staring at your lips, lovingly

“I could barely breathe” you laughed again, “I’m sorry darling, I just can’t ever get enough of you.” He shamelessly admitted. You both stayed close admiring each other’s features, leaving no room in between. His hands still firm on your lower back as you stroked his hair. His hair was probably your favourite feature of his. It was soft and always the perfect length, swept back.

“I love you so much.” you whispered looking into his eyes while fixing his collar and necklaces after messing it up a bit from the kiss

“Not as much as I do you, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think so” you replied knowing you always lose the ‘I love you more’ arguments. He laughed, “oh darling, we both know that’s not possible. My love for you will remain as infinite as the stars.” He said while caressing your cheek. You placed your hand on top of his and smiled shyly. He grabbed the box off of the vanity and took the corsage out, he gently took your hand and slid it onto your wrist then kissed your hand softly. “There you are my love.” He said while looking up at you. You had your hand on your chest, “oh my goodness! Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You said while looking at it in awe. He smiled, “of course darling.” He gave you a quick kiss and lead you to the door and opened it, “after you, gorgeous.”

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You and James entered the ballroom together with your arm wrapped around his and hands intertwined looking around the huge decorated room. It was everything you’d imagined it would be. Everyone dressed up in breathtakingly beautiful suits and gowns scattered around the room mingling with their friends or dancing with their loved ones as music played in the background. James watched you in adoration, the amazement in your eyes made them sparkle along with the light glistening from the chandeliers above. The two of you got some glances from your peers of course as you were named ‘Best Couple’ in the yearbook and everyone adored your relationship for the most part. Among the people who were jealous, there was one girl in particular that absolutely despised your relationship. That girl goes by the name of Aria. (if your name is Aria I’M SORRY LMAO) She hated how happy you guys were especially of how loving James was towards you and hated how much people adored your relationship.

She was also James’ ex girlfriend.

They were together for eight months and broke up just five months before you both officially started dating. During those eight dreadful months, they were extremely toxic. They would get into pointless heated arguments on a daily basis at school, some even resulting in James earning a slap to the face, but then would be seen back together by the end of the day making out by the lockers or something. You knew of James beforehand because he was part of Uliana’s crew and also because you had to pass his locker almost everyday in order to get to class and that was usually where they would have their fights. He never paid any attention to you at first, but when Uliana began tormenting Bridget, you caught his eye. He’d constantly try to flirt with you and you would often find him to be staring at you whenever you weren’t looking. One thing led to another and after four months of his many attempts to try and get to you, you finally gave in and decided to give him a chance and a month later, it was made official. You don’t know what changed in him for him to treat you the complete opposite of how he treated Aria and she hated you for it though she couldn’t do anything about it because she knew what he and the VK’s would do if she did. So she always judged from afar, only doing as much as giving you a glare everytime you made eye contact. She wanted to try and sabotage your relationship the night of Castlecoming and break the two of you up, so she came with a plan.

Aria was with her friends when one of them spoke up, “woah, they look grossly fabulous tonight..” she turned and her jaw dropped instantly when she saw the two of you on the other side of the room talking to Uliana and the rest of the group, James spinning you around to show off your gown. She boiled with rage and turned back to her friends, “yeah, we are definitely going to break them up tonight.”

As James was talking with Morgie, you spotted your friends Bridget and Ella so you lightly tapped his shoulder and leaned in to whisper making sure Uliana didn’t notice as she was currently talking with Maleficent beside you, “I’m going to go say hi to Bridget and Ella, okay?” He looked down at you and kissed gave you a quick kiss, “okay, love.” You gave one more kiss on the cheek before heading off towards your friends.

Bridget squealed with excitement as she saw you approaching them, “oh my gosh! Y/n?! You look amazing!” She came up and pulled you into a hug, squeezing tightly to express how proud she was. “I know, I know” you jokingly said after she let go while blushing a bit. You smiled and hugged Ella, “wow I didn’t actually think I’d see you in a dress, like ever.” Ella gave a small smile and laughed, “I could say the same to you.” You scoffed, “well of course I did. We wouldn’t wanna disappoint our girl here now, would we?” You said while patting Bridget on the shoulder who was bursting with excitement jumping up and down while clapping her hands, “okay we need! To take pictures, come on!” She insisted before pulling you both over to the Photo Booth.

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It was later into the night and you were dancing with James, Ella had to go home due to her strict curfew her stepmother gave her, and Bridget went back to her dorm to let you and James have some time together. Aria and her friends watched you with rage as you were gazing into each other’s eyes lovingly, waiting for the perfect moment to begin her plan. He spun you around as the song ended and kissed your hand before leading you off the dance floor, “could I get you another drink, my love?” He questioned, “yeah, sure. I’ll be over there I just have to go to the bathroom quick.” He nodded and the two of you went your separate ways.

Aria smirked at her friends as the first part of her plan had come. She slyly walked off to the fruit punch table and stood in front of it waiting for James to walk up. “Hi James.” She said suspiciously sweet, he only rolled his eyes and scoffed, “what do you want? Can you move, please?” Aria gave a fake pout, “what? All I did was say hi.” She said innocently, “oh did you want some punch? I’ll get them for you.” She turned and grabbed two cups, “two right? One for you and one for your little girlfriend?” James had his arms crossed and stood impatiently, looking away from her, “yup.” Aria giggled and poured the first one, “here’s yours” she smiled before turning to pour the other. James took a sip of the drink while he waited.

A few moments later, you finished touching up your make up after washing your hands in the bathroom and walked out towards the punch table but you stopped in your tracks. There, in front of the punch table was Aria who had forcefully pulled James into an unexpected kiss. Your heart shattered at the sight. You made eye contact with James who had a shocked and angry expression that you couldn’t see. Your eyes welled up with tears before you ran out of the ballroom. James pushed Aria off him, “get off of me! What the hell, Aria?” He scolded before shoving the punch into her hands and ran after you. She watched him run after you with a smirk taking a sip in satisfaction.

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You came bursting into your room as you cried, slipping off your heels and taking the accessories out of your hair and throwing them onto the vanity followed by your earrings and necklace. You ripped the corsage off your wrist and threw it into the trash can beside you. You studied yourself in the mirror, hating yourself for deciding to wear a gown only to surprise the one you thought loved you most only for them to humiliate you and look like a fool. You went and sat down on your bed as you cried into your hands. James came into the dorm in a panic causing you to jump, “Love, I can explain!” You furrowed your eyebrows in anger while looking at him in disgust, “no! I don’t want to hear it, James!”

“No, no, no, really darling! It wasn’t what it looked-“ you got up from the bed, “Oh yeah? Cause it looked like my boyfriend was kissing his ex girlfriend by the punch table!”

“Well yes but-“

“Do you still have feelings for her, James?” You yelled as you walked closer, “were you only using me to get back at her? Did you even love me?!” He was stuttering as he tried to answer every question you threw at him, “what? No! Of course I do!” He tried but you continued to yell at him, causing him to get angry and the screaming match began. It never ever got this bad before. If the dance wasn’t still going on, everyone would for sure be able to hear every insulting and harsh words you were throwing at each other. There were hot tears streaming down your faces as you continued. But as bad as it was, and as much as you wanted to, neither of you had the willpower to officially call the relationship off. You loved each other too much to do so and you both knew that.

You took the flowers he gave you earlier off your desk and harshly shoved them into his chest, “Get out! I don’t want you here! Leave!” You pushed him out the door and slammed it in his face. You took a deep breath and turned around, and started towards your bed. You didn’t know what to think or how to feel. You knew what he was saying made sense and knew he loved you far too much to ever do something to hurt you. But you don’t know why you kept going at him.

You sat down and stared down at the floor, your mind so lost in deep thought that you didn’t even realize you had changed out of your dress and into your pyjamas. You looked down at the shirt you’d just finished putting on and sighed, it was his shirt. You shut your lamp off and lied down on your bed and stared up at the ceiling as the thoughts in your head continued to flow. Why was he with Aria in the first place for that to happen? He shouldn’t have let that happen. But after a while you felt really bad for what you had said to him and the names you called him. But was he mad at you now too? You heard something that was slid under the crack of your door, you sat up and looked at the little piece of paper that was on the floor. You turned your lamp back on and slowly walked over and picked it up. You opened the paper, “My Beautiful Darling Y/n, no matter how much we fight, the love I have for you will never fade. You will never be unloved by me for you are far too well tangled in my soul. The only feeling stronger than my love for you is the ache that comes with missing you. I’m so very sorry I let this happen, My Love.” You wiped a tear from your cheek as you finished reading. You set the note down on your nightstand and lied back down on your bed.

You tried to fall asleep but you just couldn’t. You missed the feeling of being secured and safe in his arms while he whispered sweet nothings as you drifted off to sleep. Your bed felt cold. Lonely.

After a few more minutes of attempting to force yourself to sleep, you got up and crept out of your room and down the stairs and proceeded down another long hallway before stopping in front of an all too familiar door. You stared at it, contemplating whether or not it was a good idea. But before you could make a decision, you were already making your way inside the dark room. You quietly walked towards the bed, softly and carefully getting under the covers making sure not to wake him. The warmth and familiarity of his body heat made you feel at ease. You looked over at his sleeping figure who was facing towards you and traced his features with your eyes, admiring everything about him and couldn’t help but smile. You really did love this boy with all your heart.

You turned away from him and sighed before closing your eyes to sleep, but just as you were drifting off, you felt an arm snake around your figure, pulling you close. You smiled and melted into his body as you felt the warmth of him engulf your backside, placing your hand on top of his that was placed above your stomach under your shirt. Well, his shirt. He pulled you closer and you felt him softly stroking your hair. Though it has only been a few hours since you’ve felt his touch, it felt like forever. You turned in his arms to face him and wrapped your arms around him scrunching the fabric of his shirt tightly in your hands while burying your face deep into his chest, he had managed to somehow pull you closer though it was physically impossible already.

“I’m sorry.” He heard your soft voice cry, muffled from being buried in his chest. He shook his head and stroked your head, “shh, no, no, no. Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong, my love.” You let out a quiet sob which was terribly agonizing for him to hear. He looked down and placed his hand on your cheek, bringing your gaze up to his. You looked into his eyes with a pitiful gaze, he saw how broken you looked. The moonlight that seeped in through the window above his bed glistening off your tearful eyes. “Don’t cry, love..” he tried but you rambled on, spilling everything your heart was feeling at that moment causing the pieces of his already broken heart shatter into a million more pieces. He stared at you not knowing what to say after you were done, only pulling you into a deep kiss, more passionate than ever letting his body do the talking without saying any words, pulling your waist close to his. He left sloppy kisses down to your neck, lightly gracing the sensitive skin with his teeth making you gasp in pleasure and gently pull at his hair before he continued to leave his mark with a smile while telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you.

This continued until both your neck and chest were covered with love bites. He trailed kisses back up and kissed you once more. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily while looking into your lustful, heavy lidded eyes that were threatening to shut and noticed as your breathing slowed. He pulled you back in and you cuddled back into his chest, “I love you.” You whispered, trailing off as you began to fall into a deep, well needed slumber.

“I love you too, Darling.” He whispered, leaving a delicate kiss on your forehead and rested his head on yours as you both drifted off to sleep.

[barcalover86]

Recovering with Pablo Gavi (x reader)

Summary: something similar about Neymar's video

Somebody requested it, but I accidentally deleted it.

You weren't allowed to be in the same room as Gavi while he had to do one of his most painful recovery for his acl injury.

It really hurt you that you couldn't do anything to help him.

Standing there alone was even harder than you imagined, especially since you had to listen to him screaming in pain.

You wanted so bad to make his pain go away or at least to be there with him when he needed it the most, but it was just imposibile.

The doctors told you that it is really traumatising to be next to someone who has to do that procedure.

But Pablo wasn't just someone.

He was your best friend.

It felt like millions of years had passed, and the boy was still crying loudly.

You were on the adge of tearing up, when the door suddenly opened and a nurse called your name.

"You can come in, now. Gavi requested you."

You smiled politely before you came into the room.

You were really scared to look into his tearful eyes, but if he wanted you there with him, then you had to stay strong.

He was laying on his stomach, not even moving a bit.

Everyone who was in the room left and now you two were alone.

You stayed silent for some seconds, not knowing what to do or what to say.

He seemed like he was sleeping.

When you moved closer to Gavi, he sobbed softly. He wasn't sleeping.

"Hi" you whispered.

With his eyes still closed, he took a big breath.

He didn't respond.

You stood there looking at him, not knowing if he wanted you gone.

"Do you want some water?"

He didn't respond, nor did he move.

You sighed, getting closer to leave the room.

"Stay."

You turned around to face him.

"Please."

You went back to him. He took your hand in his and you helped him stand up.

He immediately hugged you, kissing you on the neck.

You hugged him back, comforting him.

"Thank you for waiting for me, y/n."

"You know I'll always wait for you.." you whispered in his ear, which send shivers into his body.

Gavi, all the time, wanted to be the tough guy. You knew that he suffered a lot and that right now, he was about to cry in your arms. You also knew that he felt safe in your embrace, and that made you feel better.

He then kissed your cheek and nose and put you on his healthy leg.

Your head was now rested on his shoulder while he was playing with your hair.

"I hope you know that I love you, y/n."

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him. You looked into his eyes and then smiled.

"Tell me this when you are sober enough. "

"I am sober enough."

You smiled, putting your head on his chest.

"Your heart is beating really fast.. are you nervous?" You played with him a little.

He rolled his eyes while laughing.

"Will you be here for me, love?"

It was his way of asking you to be his girl.

"Always, Gavi."

[shira-cosmic-star]

He’s Perfect

Twisted wonderland HC: First years over hears Y/N talking about then to their friends and family.

Tags: Romance, Fluff, maybe OOC(?)

Warnings: none

Word count:2K+ words

Ace:

When you first started to date. Ace was extremely rusty. The relationship started off just two friends hanging around. But then with the jokes, playful pushing and nudging, the pranks, the late-night phone calls, showing up to his games, and helping him study. You both finally made it official. Even though Ace comes off as cocky and stubborn. He was extremely nervous. Sweaty hands, heart racing, butterflies in his stomach, and him pacing around until you meet up with him. Now that it’s an official.  

You were walking around at the front of the dorm. Over the phone, others could hear the other person talking. Ace headed your way to spend time with you after practice. His body aches as he dragged his body over. 

“I’m telling you mom. He drives me insane! Ace is cocky, stubborn, self-center, sometimes rude, and sloppy.” 

Ace’s heart began to drop more and more as each thing you named that was wrong with him. He is fully aware that he has flaws. But hearing you say it, it hurts him deeply. Ace puts up a tough guy act, but he still has a heart. 

“But Great Seven, I love him mom. He is sweet in his own way. He stuck by my side ever since I came to the school. When I'm down, he knows what to do. If I say I want something like a snack. He would grumble as he hands you the snack. Of course, there is kiss taxes I’ll have to pay. I love the late-night calls, the prank wars, the study dates, his laugh, his smile, his eyes, all of it. Mom, he’s perfect.” You explained to your mother. “He makes me really happy.” 

Ace stood there frozen, ‘Perfect? I’m perfect?’ He thought to himself. After getting out of his thoughts and into reality. He slowly sneaks behind you. Your back was still turned towards him. So, he saw this a right moment to scare you. When he got closer to you, he screams. “BOO!” 

“EEEKK!” You then scream in fright. Quickly, you turned around to find your boyfriend. Ace bent his upper body downwards as he laughs. Embarrassed, you playfully pushed him over. Dramatic as he is, Ace falls over onto the ground. 

“Ow, I’m hurt.” He pretends his injury. You rolled your eyes and told your mother you have to go to attend your baby. Your mom laughs and ends the call after both exchanged goodbyes. 

Now, as you watch your boyfriend fake his injury or injuries. Spread out on the ground, he holds his ankle while rocking back and forth. Bending down to the ground, you slowly move his hand away from his ankle. You moved his ankle towards your lips and kissed the “Boo boo.” 

Ace eyes widen as if someone told him something shocking. His face red as Riddle’s hair. He once again felt his own heart race faster and faster.  

He’ll never tell you this, be he thinks you are perfect too. Too perfect for him. But damn, he is one hell of a lucky guy. 

Deuce:

Deuce can be a bit obvious to some things. Yet, he always tries his hardest. When you came into the picture. He could not stop himself from falling for you. It was everything you did. How you would encourage him to do his best. How you support him during his games. You, helping him with his studies. Stopping him from beating a few guys up. How you would help him with food shopping. Truly the list goes on forever. He couldn’t be happier. 

Deuce would call his mom quite often. Not that you mind or anything. You have spoken to her several occasions. Of course, that’s usually when he was busy at the given moment. He never minded it, if it was his mom. He would love for you two to talk more. 

On this occasion, you were speaking to your siblings about Deuce while he was in the shower. Earlier, you and Deuce got back to his dorm to wash up. Afterwards, you planned to watch movies since it was the weekend. Your phone rang as you checked to who is calling. It was your brother. You answered and began to the conversation. When you and Deuce were still just friends. You have told your brother how much you liked Deuce. Your own brother was like a best friend to you. Details after details, you have told your brother how sweet, kind, hardworking Deuce is. By speaking so much about Deuce. Your brother sounds like he is rolling his eyes over the other end of the phone. 

“I just can’t with him.” You told him as the sound of the shower turning off. 

“He’s just too much for me.” Deuce overhears, ‘Too much? Who?’ Deuce questioned as he dries himself off.  

“Deuce will be the death of me.” He hears what was said. “I just can’t.” 

Poor Deuce thinks you are tired of him. Or maybe you were fed up? He starts thinking to himself all the things he might have done wrong? 

“He’s so sweet, I need to go to the dentist.” ‘What? Dentist? What for?’ He focused on the wrong thing. ‘No stop it, focus.’ He leans towards the door to listen more. He knows what he is doing is wrong. But he was curious, and curiosity kills the cat. 

“He’s an odd duckling, but I swear he is perfect. He thoughtful, kind, hardworking, always supportive, brave, cute when he messes up by mistake. Just Perfect. That’s all, I love him so much.” Deuce hears what was said and blushes madly. His face feels hotter than the hot shower he just took. He finally steps out of the bathroom. 

“Hey Deuce, all set? Need any help with anything or want me to grab snacks?” You asked him as your turned to face him. You look at him so lovingly it makes him melt. 

Little did you know, he saw wedding bell and you. He knew, he wants to marry you. 

Jack:

Jack can’t wait to meet your pack. You could tell from the tail wagging and the smile on his face. He is nervous but super. He wonders what your family will think of him? Will they approve? Do they think he is scary? Will they say he isn’t good enough? Or that you can do so much better? Richer maybe? 

Over a million of thoughts runs through his mind as they travel to your home town. He really wants to make a good impression. Once you both arrive, you opened the door and called out to your family. 

“Everyone, we are home!” Your family rushed to meet you both by the door. 

“Oh honey, welcome home!” Mother hugs you and noticed a very large man behind you. Her eyes beamed with wonder and excitement. “Great Sevens you must be Jack?! You are so tall!” She smiled brightly and walked over to hug him. A little caught off but he relaxes and hugged her back. 

*cough* The sound of someone clearing their throat.  In front of the group was your dad. He stood with a stoic look. The room was silent and tense. 

“Oh ho! Boy where is my hug?” Your father spoke with a surprising attitude. Wow your family is so relaxing and welcoming. Once things settle down and everyone sits down in the living room. Jack has asked where the bathroom was located and left the room for a few minutes. 

Your parents asked how he was treating you and how you feel about the relationships. To which you answer with blush present on your face. 

“Oh mom, he is so sweet. He’s loyal, he keeps his promises, he protects me and makes sure I'm taken care of. Making sure I'm eating, sleeping well, safe, and healthy. He’s so amazing. He’s perfect.” You continue to ramble on about how awesome he is to you. 

Little did you know, he heard it all. He was proud that he was making you happy. Knowing he has been a good boyfriend to you. Made him more in love with you. He can’t wait until you meet his pack one day. They would love you

Epel:

For winter break. you visited Epel’s homeland. He can’t wait to let loose and show you how manly he is. He told his grandmother about you and how he wants to be a strong man for you. Excited and confident, he shows off his skills in the Harveston Sledathon. You were proud of him and the others. 

Now you all settle down and enjoy a nice warm feast his grandmother made to congratulate the boys for winning. Your phone rang, as you look to see who is calling you. Epel watched with curiosity. After telling him it was your dad. He simply nodded and lead you to a quiet room so you guys can talk. As you were left alone, your dad asks you how things are going. You tell him that everything is perfect. The little date Epel set up for you. How he won the race. His braveness, the confident attitude, how wonderful his grandmother is to you and your friends. Your dad was extremely happy to hear that you are safe, having fun, and happy. 

Epel’s grandmother went to bring you a plate of food. The boys were going ham on the food. So, she saved you a plate to make sure you have eaten. When she reached the door, she couldn’t help but overheard what you said. 

“Papa, he makes me so happy. I hope one day you all can meet him. He’s perfect.” This makes her smile sweetly. Her grandson is loved and in good hands.  

Whenever everyone was asleep including you. It was just Epel and his grandmother. She had asked him more about your relationship. As he answers, she tells him what she overheard. Epel blushed at first and then shows off his classic confident smile. “I’ll be nothing but a strong man for them!” 

Sebek:

You and Sebek has planned a movie night. You made a deal with Ace and Deuce to keep Grim for the night, you’ll help them study for the upcoming exams. As Sebek went to the store to grab snacks and other things you asked him to get. Your phone dinged; it was your cousin. You were close to them, and they were like your sibling. You didn’t have any siblings of your own, so you were close to your cousins. 

As you set up for the movie when your boyfriend came over with all the snacks. You were in the kitchen popping popcorn. Another ding from your phone was heard. As your phone was placed in the coffee table. He couldn’t help but look at your phone as he takes out the candies, chips, and pretzels out of the bags. 

Cousin: How are things with him? 

You: Amazing! He is so cute. I love making him blush hehe. 

You: One time I kissed his cheek before class and blushed so hard. 

Sebek was blushing on embarrassment. He knows better to invade your privacy. But the recent text caught his eyes. So, he continued to read it. 

You: He can be a lot to handle, often gets himself into trouble for being rude and loud. I didn’t like him at first. I didn’t think I could ever. Frankly, I thought he hated me. Since I was a friend of His Majesty. I thought he would forever hate me. Though, as time went by, and I got to know him more. He’s loyal to Malleus, he is dedicated to him and his willing to serve him. Not only as a protector, but a trusted friend too. That is why I feel for him. He would never turn his back on anyone he deeply cares about. 

You: Sure, he has his flaws as well as his own days. But it doesn’t matter to me. I love him for him. He’s prefect the way he is. 

Sebek chest felt warm, fluttery, and light. “I'm Prefect” he repeated to himself. Over by the conner of the room, right behind him. You stood smiling watching him read and blush over the messages. This cute loud-mouthed dork of yours, will be the death of you. I nice peaceful death. 

[Author's Note}

I'm so terribly sorry this is super late. I took a break, but I am better and back in business. I do hope this is too your liking. I tried doing different family and scenarios. I know Epel and Sebek was a little on the short side. I was running out of ideas lol. For those that took the time to read this thank you so much it means the world to me. If you can help us authors out, please like, comment or reblog this. Reblogging this helps authors work. Thank you, my lovely Starlings, there is a lot more coming. Stay tuned!

[ender-cloud]

HYDE IS IN THIS UPDATE HOLY SHIT!!!

Tgs spoilers under cut

Haha, you guys remember that one off comment i made last week

Ha ha ha……. Oh god, I’ll get to that when I get to it. Lets start with more of Jaspers good points and leadership skills first

Jasper makes a great point here.

The Lodgers are the society! They make the magic, the energy, the environment, Jekyll is just the ring leader of it all making sure things don’t get to out of hand, but in the end he had started to have a hard time being able to find that control and keep them in check.

This is why a type of “revolution” like this will do more good then harm in this situation because it will allow Jasper to take Jekylls place of keeping everyone together as the times turn and they need to protect themselves.

But uh… maybe the lodgers might not see this as I do

Ok ok, I get the Lodgers hesitants, Fritz brought to my attention that because Jasper is the newest lodger, despite everything they probably dont have enough trust in him.

Which I definitely get, they are in hard times right now and its hard to trust Jasper, even if they’ve known him for a while they were just betrayed by someone they’ve known for years, how can they trust someone they’ve known for a little over a month (I think)

Also theres a reason why I said that one off comment, not only because it was a trope I see a lot, but because I truly felt like it was a possibility

BUTTTT!! With this it doesn’t necessarily mean that they wont 100% not follow through with what Jasper is saying.

It is clear that they are unsure, yes, but they may need to think it over, and theres got to be a few lodgers who agree with his points.

Some who agree with Jasper that may help the other Lodgers get on board to. If they are truly Reluctant to Jasper leading them because they haven’t known him for long, if some people who they have been living with for years joining up may give them the boost to join.

Jasper made many great points in his speech, and with so many people not everyone could have disagreed with what he said.

I believe this moment of doubt will be just that, a moment, but once other people start agreeing and maybe adding their own points, then it will grow into what Jasper wanted before, the lodgers believing him and letting him lead them in this hard time

It will be the next part of this turning point into someone more confident for Jasper, because while motivating the lodgers with words might be easy, actually forming a plan and leading them through it will be harder, it will also teach him to not give up quickly when things look bad.

Hyde’s just casually acting like he didn’t just have a mental breakdown and immediately just teases Lanyon (I love them so much chat it’s unreal)

ALSO THIS CONFIRMS THAT HYDES MENTAL BREAKDOWN WAS HAPPENING THE SAME TIME AS JASPERS SPEACH!!!

Anyway, back to the actual pannel.

I find it interesting how in Hydes head, he also has a reputation to keep up, its not just Jekyll. The only difference is that hyde has his tough guy, bad boy rep (I hate myself for saying that) He cant let anyone see his weakness, not even Jekyll.

He clearly has mentally trained himself to be able to just change his mood on a switch, but even if he can change how he acts his face has to show some evidence of what happened, i mean we’ve seen him be a little bloody from the glass and Lanyon must have seen that too.

He might be talking about what Hyde looks like when he said he made quite a mess out of himself, not only the glass, which might make Hyde nervous, i feel like he wont be able to keep his facade up for long with how he was acting before.

It’s a little hard delve into the few words they exchanged but im excited for the next update, which may include some blaming of what happened to Jekyll.

(Also more Lanyon and Hyde which I’ll take anyday 🙏🙏)

Happy Holidays Btw!! I hope you have a great Christmas or anything you may celebrate!!

[mee3pp]

Farm house pt 5 

Price's daughter!reader x Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Warnings: swearing, implied masturbation

“Yeah” You nod at Soap “i’ve known Simon for 2 years, can’t fuckin get rid of him” your comment earns a scoff from Simon and he rolls his eyes at you. “Yav love havin’ me round” Simon jabs back as he takes a swig of his bourbon. Simon, Johnny, Mabel and you have all been at the pub together for around an hour or so. It was originally intended to be a girls trip with just Mabel and you but the two bulky men sitting with you are an added bonus. Poor Johnny is trying to figure out the relationship between you and Simon as you two seem like just friends, siblings even but he can’t believe Simon wouldn’t snatch up such a pretty thing like you as soon as he sees you because well that's exactly what Johnny wants to do.

“So uh lass you got anyone keepin’ ya company?” Johnny asks before he can even register what he’s saying after all he wants you and he wants you to want him. “No i’m single” You smile and shake your head “so is Mabel” you add with a grin as you look over at Simon then at Mabel those two have not been so secretly swooning over each other for months and never made a move. You find your eyes and all your attention being drawn back to the Scotsman sitting next to you.

Fuck he’s just so nice to look at his bright blue eyes, that impish grin and even that stupid horse mane he calls a mohawk. “What about ya self? Got a bird waitin’ for ya at home?” You ask your accent is rough and so much like your fathers it’s uncanny. “Nah all by m’self lass” the Scot shakes his head with a chuckle before taking a swig of his beer. So he is single, even better. You note down in the back of your brain to make sure to ask Simon more about Johnny later. “I gotta take a piss, you comin’ Mabel?” You ask sighing before standing up and looking over at your best friend. “Sure thing babe” she smiles her posh accent rings through the groups ears. Fuck Simon wants her… needs her even. “Girl that was not subtle one bit” Mabel groans once you are out of earshot of the boys on your way to the bathroom. “Oh come on m’ sick of watchin’ you two eye fuckin’ each other everytime you two are around each other” you huff back as you step into a stall and lock it. “Do you think he is ever going to make a move?” Mabel asks as she leans against a sink. “He better or m’ gonna slap some sense into im’” you chuckle from your stall as you flush the toilet.

“You aren’t any better by the way” Maybel so kindly adds with a teasing smile “you where practically drooling back there” She giggles and you roll your eyes stepping out to wash your hands. “Yeah yeah, can’t help it he’s so yummy have ya seen his arms… so fuckin’ bitable” you hum as you dry your hands before leading the way back to the table. 

“Come on Simon lets go get one more round” you order and Simon stands up instantly almost out of habit as when you want you have the same scary authoritative tone your father has. It’s uncanny really. You lean against the bar as you watch the bartender make the drinks Ghost stands next to you. “Girl i swear to God if ya don’t ask Mabel out soon i’m gonna fight you” you groan at Simon who rolls his eyes. “First off quit callin’ me ‘girl’ second i’m plannin on it just waitin” He huffs but you can sense the slight nerves in his voice and it makes you grin. “Oh. My. God. Is The Simon Riley, Mr tough scary guy, nervous to ask Mabel out?” you tease smacking his arm. Simon scoffs “i ain’t nervous” he denies and before you can pry more some man is offering to buy you a drink. “Nah i’m good” you say trying a polite approach first. “Awh come on sweetheart” the man whines. It's clear he hasn’t seen the behemoth of a man standing behind you. Not that Simon will step in yet he knows you can handle yourself. “No. i’m fine mate” you say more firmly putting some of that coldness your father taught you into your voice. “Come on darl” he whines “No thanks i’m okay” you huff “Awh come on darl one won’t hurt” the man whines again and then he spots Simon who looks at you in a silent question. “No, i’m sure my Boyfriend here wouldn’t like that” You say putting on your best smile. The man instantly backs up muttering drunken “of course.. Sorry my wife wants me”  as Ghost walks a little closer. “Do. Not. let that go to your head Simon” You chuckle as you fake gag after calling Simon your pretend boyfriend. “And definitely don’t mention that to Johnny or Mabel if either of us want a chance”.

5:34 am

“What the fuck?” yells Gaz as he comes down the stairs awoken by the loud barking of your great pyrenees from the sheep paddock. You are already in the living room yanking on your boots and coat, shotgun in hand. “It’s just Barbie, probably Steve's dogs again. Told im’ if his dogs attack m’ sheep again m’ shootin’ em” you growl as you walk out of the back door towards the sheep with a torch and shotgun just before Price and the others come out.

“What’s th’ problem?” Price asks groggily. “Uh she said somethin’ bout Steve’s dogs? Dunno who that is” Gaz shrugs heading back up stairs. You angrily trudge through the early morning darkness towards your flock of sheep spotting Steve’s dogs. Yep exactly what you thought was happening. “Oi! Fuck off” you yell as you jump the fence kicking one of the three dogs, two of them being untrained boxers and the third being a even more badly trained maremma. The bigger boxer lunges at your dog and Barbie attacks before you load your shotgun and take a rough shot at the dog hitting it in the side and it drops limp. You sigh the other dogs scurry off. “Ya okay?” Price asks his breath heavy after rubbing outside when he heard the gun go off. He looks at the ground seeing the limp most likely dead boxer on the ground. “M’ good Steve ain’t gonna be happy but i warned the fucker” You shrug lifting the gun over the fence to Price before walking over to the dogs body and kicking it to make sure it’s really kicked the bucket. You drag it by the back legs to your burn pile and you light it up. 

Holy fuck that was hot. All Soap can muster in his brain as he is now impossibly and very uncomfortably hard in his Pyjama pants. He watched the interaction from the window. The man loves himself as a woman who can take care of herself and can hold her own. But what's more attractive to him than that? A woman who can shoot a gun. “Close ya mouth ya droolin’ Simon grumbles. Of course he’s been up since 5:20 and despite his massive stature he can blend in damn well so it’s no surprise when his words make Soap jump. “I ain’t droolin’ just admiring” Soap scoffs making Simon huff out a chuckle “that what we are callin’ it?”. “Go focus on your little doll” Soap scoffs again Simon thinks if his teammate scoffs one more time he might get a tear in his throat. “She ain’t a doll” Ghost huffs although he didn’t deny Mabel being his. 

Price and you come back in both with the same grumpy and leader look etched on your faces. “Quite the show lass” Soap hums his eyes lighting up with that usual impish look. “Was it now?” you question trying to gauge his feelings towards your little ‘show’. “Aye never said it wasn’t enjoyable lass” Soap winks and Price shoots him a dangerous scowl. You shoot your father an equally mean scowl before smiling at Johnny.

Fuck poor Johnny is definitely going to have to fix the problem in his pants now. "excuse me gotta go take a piss" is all Johnny can manage to say before he scurries upstairs to his room to take care of the problem in his pants.

Tuesday 5/4/24 11:30pm 

Hey Johnny, just wondering when you’re free friday? Simon, Mabel and I want to go to the pub but I ain't feeling like third wheeling :)

11:32pm Nice to hear from you, Lass. I am definitely free Friday. I'll let Gaz know I'm busy. Poker night can wait. 

11:45pm Johnny! You can't just cancel plans like that

11:47pm I can and I will Lass ;)  One thing you can count on is Johnny beckoning to your every call. Do you know why? No. Do you tell him to stop serving you like a servant? Yes but he never listens. It’s been about a month since Johnny and the boys stayed at your house with you and your father and thankfully he was able to snag your number before leaving. He even managed to do it without his Captain knowing. Sneaky bastard.

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Forbidden Love Pt. 9 💔❣️

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. [Fem! reader]

TW: Fluffy and angsty mixed in with some tension

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Hi everyone! Long time no see. I could never abandon this fic, life just got tough. But this series is back and I’m excited to show you where this is going. I’ve missed writing about ‘69 E and I think it shows🫣 More to come very soon, I’ve been writing a lot and will post more in the next few days 💕

As a refresher, I’d recommend rereading where we left them on part 8 ❣️

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Just turn around.

Turn around and don’t ruin your life.

You wouldn’t listen to the voice of reason. You needed to see Elvis. You couldn’t stay away any longer and avoiding all the problems you two had wasn’t going to help anything.

The rod iron gates open for you and you slowly drive in. Your clammy palms gripped the steering wheel, nerves wracking your body. The biggest fight in your life had taken place here and the last time you saw Elvis, you told him you still didn’t want to see him ever again. It was terrible for you to say to him and you can only imagine how he’s been feeling these last few weeks. The crisp air washes over you as you try to act like nothing is bothering you. You gently knock on the front door and hope you don’t cause a scene being here.

The housekeeper opens the door and has a surprised look on her face when she sees you.

“Hi y/n, what a nice surprise,” she says gleefully and glances at the duffle bag in your hand.

“Hi, so nice to see you. Umm, is Elvis home?” You ask timidly.

“Yes, he is. Would you like me to go get him for you?” She asks.

“Yes please.”

“Okay, come inside honey it’s too hot out here.”

The cool air conditioning makes you sigh a breath of relief. It was so much better in here. You nervously walked to the living room, pacing a bit. You were nervous to talk to Elvis. You were fearful he would be the one who didn’t want to talk to you this time and tell you to go home. Then what? Where would you go? Most of your friends were in Memphis. You had no other place to hide from your shitty husband.

You hear footsteps come down the hall and come towards your direction. You feel your stomach drop and you have to breathe sharply before you see him. Elvis rounds the corner, dressed in an all-black suit, a blue silk scarf around his neck, looking dapper as ever even late at night. He gets closer to you and you start to notice different details about him. How he had some darkness underneath his eyes like he hadn’t been sleeping. He leans against the entryway of the living room, crossing his arms when he looks at you.

“Hey,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you respond shakily. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better,” he says matter-of-factly. “I haven’t slept very much,” he explains.

You instantly feel guilty. You knew it was because of you and whatever you wanted to call this situation you two had.

“Yeah me either…” you mumble.

“What are you doin’ here?” He sighs.

His serious eyes look straight through you, sending a chill right through your bones. His tone wasn’t the normal excited one he always has. He was giving you the same energy you’ve been giving him. Cold and reserved.

“Our power got shut off and I needed some place to stay for a bit,” you explain to him. He throws you a confused expression, not understanding what you mean.

“Your power got shut off? By the city? Why would that happen?” He asks.

“I don’t know… John wouldn’t tell me. He’s hiding something,” you murmur, looking down so he wouldn’t see your hurt eyes.

He walks closer to you and takes your bag out of your hand. You look up again at him, needing comfort from him.

“I’m sorry honey. You stay here as long as you need,” he tells you.

“What’s about Dianne, I don’t want to cause any attention. Or what about the guys…” you say apprehensively.

“Don’t worry about them. I’ll take care of it,” he says a bit peeved.

“Okay,” you say solemnly.

“Come on, I’ll take you to your room,” he says.

You follow closely behind him, still nervous about being here. He turns to the bedroom that’s next to his and opens the door for you. He lets you step in first and then sets your bag down on the bed for you.

“Is this room okay?” He asks sweetly.

“Yes, thank you,” you smile.

You both stand there looking at each other, unsure what else to say.

“Thank you for letting me stay here,” you say quietly.

“Of course, I love having you here,” he tells you.

His words rip at your heartstrings. He was always so genuine and loving even when things were difficult between you two. He takes a step closer to you and then retracts back almost immediately.

It was like he could feel that magnetic pull you had for him. He doesn’t want to be far apart from you, the closer he is the better. Neither of you could fight the attraction.

“I‘ll let you get some sleep,” he says as he starts to leave the room.

“Wait,” you say abruptly, “can we talk? I want to talk,” You ask nervously.

He nods his head, turning to quietly close the door.

You sit on the edge of the bed and look at him.

“Can we start over?” You ask softly.

“How do you want to do that?” He sighs.

“By just being honest with one another. No more lies or hiding anything from each other. That’s all I ask,” you tell him.

His eyes melt into yours, “Of course, I can do that,” he murmurs.

You’re happy he’s agreed to all that, you expected him to put up a bit of a fight and insist he hasn’t lied to you.

“Okay good… Is there anything else you need to tell me?” You ask him, quietly nervous for that answer.

“Yeah, there’s a few things,” he says with a cheeky grin.

You look at him expectantly, “like what?” You ask apprehensively.

“Just how desperately I’ve missed you these last few weeks. It’s like I can’t function without you here,” he admits. His eyes have you locked on him. They’re so seductive and beautiful that when they look at you, you melt away.

“I know. I feel the same way. I just needed time alone to deal with how I felt about the situation,” you admit to him.

“I don’t blame you, honey. I hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. That guilt has stayed with me for years. I was just too scared to tell you the truth,” he admits.

“It’ll take time to heal from all of that, I won’t lie, but I missed you. So much.” You say as you feel your throat become tight with emotion.

His eyes soften and you feel the heavy mood shift. You wanted him to hold you, tell you everything was going to be alright between you two. Honestly, anything would sound good coming from his lips.

But you don’t think you were ready for his touch. You two needed to work on being cordial again.

“Can I get you anything? Are you hungry?” He asks.

“Oh yes actually, I haven’t eaten since lunch,” you realize.

“Okay come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

You follow him to the kitchen and try not to make a noise. He still hasn’t told you if you two are the only ones in the house or if Dianne is here too…

You try not to let it worry you and try to act as calm as possible. Elvis opens the fridge and peers in, contemplating what to get you. He scratches his head and closes the door to go to one of the cabinets to grab a plate. He goes into another cabinet to grab a pan and places it on the stove, looking at it with concern.

You’re trying not to giggle because you know what’s going on; he has no idea how to cook and doesn’t know what to do in a kitchen. You sit patiently on the barstools and watch him continue to shuffle things around and act like he knows what he’s doing. He nervously looks at you then looks down immediately a bit embarrassed.

“I uhh… I really don’t know how to cook… I can make a sandwich for you,” he says unsure. You giggle softly and nod your head.

“Yes, that sounds perfect.”

He grabs the bread off the counter and grabs some condiments from the fridge as well as the lunch meat and pickles. You watch in silence as he articulately makes your food, spreading the mustard to the very edges of the bread and then stacking the pickles and lunch meat on top. He gave off nervous energy and thought it was cute that he was so desperately trying to impress you with something as mundane as this. He goes to sift through other drawers to find a knife and cuts the sandwich in half for you. You take the plate from him and he leans against the counter on his elbows, expectantly waiting for you to try it.

You try to wipe the smile off your face but it was impossible, he was being so damn cute. You grab one of the halves and squish it down a bit before biting into it. It tastes good, you can hardly mess up a sandwich. You feel his eyes burn into your skin and watch you take another bite.

“Do you want a bite or something?” You chuckle.

He looks down and shakes his head. His cheeks were tinged with pink.

“Oh, no, sorry for starin’. I just wanted to make sure you liked it,” he tells you.

“I do, thank you for making this for me. I had no idea you could make your own food,” you murmur cheekily.

He heard that last part and hiccups a laugh.

“Hey now, I’m not completely useless.”

“I didn’t say you were!” You joke, “It was just an observation.”

You giggle as he tries to hide his own smile from his face.

You finish the sandwich while you two mostly sit there in silence. You didn’t mind it, being near him was nice.

“Can I make you something?” You ask timidly. You weren’t sure if he’d take your offer but it could hurt to ask.

“Sure, I’d love that.” He says lovingly.

You get down from the barstool and make your way around the counter. You head to the fridge and turn around to see him.

“Well, what do you want to eat?” You ask.

His eyes drink you in, slowly and analytically, making your ears burn. He should not be allowed to look at anyone like this! It was absolutely heinous for him to do this! Especially to you! You should not have asked this man such a question. He’s already shown you what he likes to do with his tongue…

Don’t you dare say something coy you smartass, you think.

He bites the inside of his lip momentarily before speaking, “I think there’s eggs in there. I’ll take a couple of eggs.” He says as he leans against the counter.

You turn back around to grab some butter and the carton of eggs off the middle shelf. You sift through the drawers like he did since you had no idea where anything was. He watches your every move, moving when you move and watching how you’re cooking. It only takes a few moments for the eggs to cook and you serve them on a plate for him with a few pieces of toast.

You serve him the plate at the counter and he has a charmed look on his face. God, he’s so easy to love. That face makes you feel like a little girl in love with a boy you saw across the schoolyard. You were in love with his presence, in love with the way he looked at you. But were you in love with him? You don’t think your heart will let you. Everyone fell in love with Elvis, but actually getting to love him was almost impossible. His life was busy, chaotic at times, and something that didn’t have room for you. As much as his eyes pleaded for you to accept him, you just couldn’t. You’d get hurt sooner than later.

He doesn’t finish the whole plate and just plays with the remaining food on it with his fork. He’s looking at you while you’re deep in thought about him. He shakes his head and looks back down at his plate.

“What?” You ask him.

“Just had a funny thought that’s all,” he says low.

“Yeah like what? I’m sure you have funny thoughts all the time,” you joke.

He chuckles in agreement and looks back up at you.

“I was just thinking how I can get used to you making me food and being here all the time,” he hums.

Your heart stops and you stare at him for a moment. Was he insinuating that he wants something more from you? It just wasn’t possible. You had no idea what to call this relationship and it was still so messy with Daniel, that you didn’t know where you’re future led to.

You try to brush it off as if it was a joke. You couldn’t get attached and get your feelings hurt more.

“Oh, I’m sure you’d love that. Your housekeepers would have nothing to do then,” you joke and go to clean the pan. You can’t look at him to see the reaction of your blasé answer, you don’t think you can handle that right now.

After you were done cleaning up, you were met with his soft, needy eyes. God, how does he do that? He doesn’t even speak a word and he makes you weak.

“Did you want to go to bed now?” He asks. You glance at the clock and see it’s almost three in the morning. You weren’t tired, but it would be best to get some rest.

“Yeah I think I’ll take a shower and get some sleep,” you agree. He gets up from his chair and walks with you out of the kitchen. You don’t wait and see if he’s following you to the bedroom, you just pick up your duffle bag off the bed and head straight for the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You take your time in the shower, letting your body relax and clear your cluttered thoughts. You knew you needed to figure out what to do about your future and if John fit into that plan anymore. So far, it wasn’t looking possible. He’s only grown more cold and distant through the years. He’s made it clear he won’t support you in your career choice. You just hadn’t been without someone to help you in so long. You’ve been married for almost eight years. It’s a long time to just get up and try to figure out everything on your own.

You knew Elvis would be there for you in some capacity. He’d probably insist that you stay with him until you’re comfortable moving somewhere else on your own. But you feel that would be too messy. There would be too much talk that Elvis has not one but two women living with him, neither of them being married to him. It just wouldn’t end well for him and didn’t want to harm his image.

After some time, you get out of the shower and put some pajamas on. They were simple cotton shorts and a button-up top. You open the door and jump startled to find Elvis standing by the window.

“Hi darlin’, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says.

“It’s okay, I just didn’t expect you in here that’s all,” you say timidly. You put your bag at the door of the bed and try to cover yourself. You didn’t have a bra on or anything and your nipples poked through the thin fabric. His eyes burned into your skin already and couldn’t bear the tortuous looks that he’d give you when he saw your thin pajamas.

You sit on top of the bed and bring a pillow to your chest, covering yourself quickly. You look at Elvis to see if he noticed your weird behavior but his expression didn’t wavier.

“I think I’m going to try and get some rest now,” you tell him. He nods his head understanding and doesn’t go anywhere right away.

“Okay honey, you need your rest. Do- umm, do you mind if I stay in here tonight? I’ll sleep on the floor,” he tells you softly.

Your heart aches for him. The parallel words he just spoke to you took you back eleven years when he said the same thing the night he was about to leave for the army.

“Yeah sure, Elvis.”

You grab the extra pillow next to you and place it at the foot of the bed.

Any other night, you’d love him to sleep with you. But tonight just isn’t the night.

You get underneath the blankets and watch Elvis get another blanket from the closet. He takes off his jacket, unbuttoning the shiny onyx buttons before lying down. He looks damn fine in nothing but his black slacks. You have to look away or else he’ll see your burning cheeks. You flip over and lay on your side facing away from him.

“Good night honey,” he murmurs softly.

“Good night,” you whispered.

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Your eyes welled up with tears as you searched the house frantically. The sense of dread filled your veins and you couldn’t control your emotions. You try to yell out for help but your voice is hoarse and weak.

You feel like giving up and crumbling to the ground. There are double doors in front of you and need to be hidden from anyone seeing you have this breakdown. You quickly open the door and lock it behind you, trembling with anxiety. You try to take deep breaths to calm yourself down but it’s no use.

You realize all you want is him.

You want him to hold you.

To tell you everything is going to be alright.

“Baby?” A deep voice says coming from the corner of the room.

Elvis appears looking like he just woke up. His hair was messy and his eyes squinted at you in the low light. You run to him, needing to be close to him.

“Oh God, oh God I found you,” you tremble rushing to him.

He looks at you a bit confused and stays silent. You wrap your arms around him and find comfort in feeling his warm body pressed against yours.

“Where have you been? I’ve been so worried,” you tell him. He slowly puts his hands on your hips and looks at you concerned.

“Honey, I’ve been right here. I haven’t gone anywhere,” he tells you.

“No, you left me. You left me all alone and never said anything about why. Please don’t do that again,” you sob into his chest. He holds you tight, trying to comfort you the best he can. The scent of him intoxicates you, it is so comforting and alluring.

You wipe your tears before looking up at him.

“Love me. Please love me,” you whisper.

“Honey I-, you know I already do.”

“No, I need you to show me. I need you to show me how much you love me,” you plead.

“Baby,” he sighs shaking he’s head, looking away from you.

“Elvis please,” you try to say louder but your voice cracks.

You put your hands on his chest and play with the buttons on his shirt. You lean in and kiss his exposed chest. His skin was so soft and felt so good to touch. Your fingers quickly work his shirt off of him and wrap your arms around his naked torso once more.

“Love me,” you beg, placing kisses on his collarbones.

“Honey you know I want to,” he grumbles and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Then do it,” you say scratching your nails along his back.

“No, honey.”

Your hands slither down to his belt and slowly start to unfasten it.

“Please I need you. I need you to make love to me.”

“God I want that, I want to so bad honey,” he groans as he holds onto you tighter, and his breathing quickens. His hands grapple onto your dress and squeeze tightly at your hips. You gasp and pull at his waist, leading him backward to the bed.

“Please love me,” you whimper louder.

He stands in between your legs and covers you head to toe with kisses, each one making you more breathless than the last.

“Yes baby, I love you,” he whispers into your ear, pressing his heated body against yours, aching and trembling in anticipation for him…

“Baby? Baby, are you okay?” Elvis’ voice says worriedly, lightly shaking you. You stir awake and flutter your eyes open. Elvis is kneeling at the edge of the bed holding one of your hands and the other hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, oh God, yeah I- I think I’m okay,” you say dazed as you sit up on your elbows.

“Are you sure honey? You were cryin’ and whimperin’ in your sleep. I got worried,” he explained. He raises his hand to your cheek and wipes away tears that gathered at the corners of your eyes.

You try not to blush as you remember the dream you were having about him.

Begging him for love.

For anything he could give you.

“Oh yeah I’m sorry for waking you,” you say quietly.

“It’s okay. Were you having a bad dream darlin’?”

“No… It wasn’t like that,” you say weakly.

“What happened baby, you can tell me.”

You didn’t want to tell him any of it. You couldn’t tell him how you secretly craved him to love you in every shape and form.

“It was just about something I couldn’t have.”

His eyes look like they could cry. He saw through the lie and felt your heartache.

“What did you want honey? Maybe I could give it to you,” he says softly.

Oh no this was too much. You felt the dam break and your tears fall down your cheeks. You squeeze his hand that hasn’t stopped holding yours and wish you could explain. You wish you could tell him what you want.

“It’s not something you can give me,” you weep.

He grows more concerned and gets up off the floor. He sits on the edge of the bed and brings you to his chest. He lets you cry, holding you tight and telling you it’s alright. You believe him everything is going to be fine. But there will always be that part of you that wants him to love you. It started that night, so long ago before he was shipped off to Germany. You desperately wanted him. You wanted those lips to kiss every care away and have him love you as much as you grew to love him.

Your love never faded for him, it was just buried underneath a pile of insecurity and doubt. Having him back in your life made it more complicated than ever and only made that love grow.

This love you had for him was a forbidden love.

You were married.

He was the biggest musician on the planet and was infatuated with a married woman; you.

Too many people were in the way to let you two fully love one another. There would always be a blockade that would hurt you in the end. So you had to love in secret, hiding how much you actually needed him to make you whole.

You pull the covers back and move over to make room for him to get closer.

“Please lay down with me.”

His eyes flash a look of apprehension, not sure if he should. You pull at his arm and plead for him.

“This is what I want, please give this to me,” you whimper.

His breathing falters and he nods his head, getting underneath the blankets and bringing you to his chest. You instantly feel satisfaction. He was your comfort and he didn’t have to do anything else. The sound of his fluttering heart doesn’t slow down the longer you lay on him. Was he nervous to be in bed with you again? Excited? You couldn’t decipher what he feeling at the moment but you didn’t want it to ever stop racing for you.

“Get some sleep baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs. You hug him, thanking him silently, and let yourself drift off into a blanket of dreams.

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[irisintheafterglow]

Hey!! Can you write some fluff hcs of katsuki taking you to prom? Thank u so much! 🥰

AAAAAA YES I CAN I LOVE THISSS fun fact i didn't get to go to senior prom because i got sick on the day of :(( but i love any excuse to wear a fancy dress !!!

cw: swearing, implied fem!reader but no she/her pronouns or descriptions, this got super long because i got carried away oops :)) hope you like this!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

alright let's be honest if y'all don't already know each other, there's no way he's asking first

he'll think you're super pretty but be too proud to break the tough guy facade and make a move first

buuutttt if you're already kinda in with the bakusquad then it's a little easier for him to ask

and by ask i mean just tell you that you're going to prom with him

you're sitting next to him in the common room doing homework and he just goes

"go to prom with me."

"huh?"

"go to prom with me, 'cause who the fuck else you gonna go with."

"you're a royal asshole, you know that?" and then you pack up your stuff and go back to your dorm and he's like wait shit fuck that's not how that was supposed to go fUCK

so then the next day he's like "go to prom with me."

"are you fucking serious-"

"please?"

and this man never says please so you decide to give him a shot

you've thought he was attractive since your first year but didn't think he would be interested

and then, when you became friends, it seemed abundantly clear that he was too busy training and going on missions to have a relationship

when really he's just terrified of losing you if you don't reciprocate his feelings

so after much convincing from the rest of his friends, he mustered up the courage to ask you tell you to go to prom with him

you already know he was in the group chat after the first attempt to ask you going like

"guys i fucked up"

"bakubro what did you do"

"i told them to go to prom with me and they walked away"

"i think you're leaving out a crucial part of the story"

"ok and i said no one else would go with them"

"dUDE"

"IDIOT"

"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT"

"I WAS FUCKING NERVOUS"

if you don't already have a dress, he's going dress shopping with you

sits in the waiting area of the fitting room holding a stack of glittery fabrics and doesn't give one (1) fuck about it

definitely the type to whistle under his breath when you walk out in ~the dress~

he has no idea what the fuck he's doing so he's a little,,,,abrasive when it comes to shopping with you

"you need shoes? let's get you some new fucking shoes, then."

"that color is hideous. choose something else because you're too good-looking for shit like that."

"d'you think this color would look good with my eyes? no? damn, harsh crowd."

on the night of prom he's 20 minutes early to pick you up

so he just sits on the floor of your dorm in his suit with his arm propped up on his knee while he watches you finish your makeup

he's mentally taking note of the products you use and the colors you like so if you ever ran out, he could get them for you

you come out of the bathroom and ask him how you look and he genuinely feels like he's suffocating because he can't breathe

after like 30 seconds of staring he just

"damn."

is attached to you at the hip for the remainder of the night

i'm not kidding

his arm is around your waist at all times unless you go to the bathroom or he goes to grab a drink

brags about how good you look at any chance he gets

"yeah, see that dress? i helped pick that out, assholes," he says with a shit-eating grin and the rest of his friends are like 👍ok bro

they know how big of a crush he's had on you so they're amused by how smug he is now

if you force him onto the floor to slow dance he forgets all sense of rhythm

keeps stepping on your feet

tells you to move even though he's stiffer than a wooden board

has no idea where to put his hands and can't look you in the eyes without turning bright pink

you kiss him on the cheek and he fucking freezes LMAO

turns over his shoulder and sees his friends with their phone cameras out like paparazzi (he doesn't mind)

asks you out properly at the end of the night and it's not just a command

instead of "get lunch with me sometime" it's

"get lunch with me sometime? if you wanna, you don't need to if you don't want to-"

and then you kiss him! to make him shut up! and he's a feely mess for the next three days straight until he sees you again

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The Great Shift: Speed Dating

Ok, so dating in your 30s can be hard. Even harder after the world has suddenly decided all of its inhabitants would suddenly swap bodies! If you thought it was hard to truly get to know someone before, it was nearly impossible now. You’d think that the differences and bodies people were exposed too would lead to more emotionally intelligent people, but no. Instead shallow just comes in all sorts of new flavors these days!

-

“Wassup I’m Aidan!.I’m 24, well now I’m 34 due to the shift. And well you can see I’ve got a lot of good assets to show.”

I rolled  my eyes as this wannabe tough guy was trying to impress me. Sure he had an incredibly built body and intricate tattoos, but it was all surface level!

“Nice to meet you Aidan. You go to all of these speed dating events without a shirt?” I asked gingerly sipping my water.

“Only when I’m talking to a handsome guy like yourself.”

Gag. If I had a dime for every post shift hottie said that. 

“Charming. So Aidan tell me about yourself. I mean before the shift what did you do for a living? What do you do now?” I asked.

He scoffs. “I used to be a computer programmer. You know boring office stuff. Then I swapped into this juggernaut and been living at the gym ever since. Quit my old boring work and been trying to become a trainer at my local gym.”

“So let me get this straight. You were able to sustain yourself on a safe indoor office job and now you’re trying to go into  a new occupation you have no experience in because you want to flaunt your muscles?” I inquired further arching my eyebrow.

“Um... when you put it like that...” Aidan stammered looking called out.

“Next!” I rang the bell on the table signalling the rotation and the next person to join my table. 

Aidan slumped his massive 6′5 frame away looking dejected, but as soon as he started flexing to himself he shrugged and moved on. Maybe another guy would like this wannabe muscle guy. I just hope he was so driven by those muscles he’d have the motivation to maintain them. So many people received huge powerful bodies, but without the knowledge to maintain them they just went to waste.

“Hey there sexy? Fred is the name, dating you is my game.” A beefy looking firefighter said, with a burgeoning gut about to strain his suspenders. 

“Wow. Coming on a bit strong Fred. Please. Start from the beginning.  Your name is Fred. Great. What’s with the fire fighter attire? Are you a fire fighter or was your body a fire fighter before the shift?” I asked wincing at this cringe intro.

He smiles and strokes his beard appreciatively while at the same time flexing his beefy arm. “Well I’m not... yet! This body used to be the best firefighter in the district! Then all of a sudden the shift happen and I go from university student studying engineering to the most buff in shape guy with 6 pack abs I’ve ever seen!”

I look down and notice the obvious lack of abs. “Ok. Makes sense... so now you’re trying to  be a firefighter? Just like your body before you. That’s... noble. I’m really glad to see you give back to the community.”

Fred smiled. “Thanks! I’ve been trying for awhile now, but I can’t get through the physical test! It’s like I’m not as strong as the guy who used this body. Weird. Right now I mostly play video games and stream shirtless in these suspenders. My viewers love seeing me. I’m FireXFighter69 on Twitch and YouTube! Check out my video on-”

“Next!” I say ringing the bell once more. 

“Damn. Didn’t work out... are you gonna finish your food there? You hardly touched it.” Fred pointed at the snacks provided at the table.

“Sure Fred. Good luck on your next date.” I said as Fred left with the plate of food.

Some people could be oblivious of their own faults and try way too hard. Am I asking too much for people to just be honest and not hide behind some sort of facade? I get people can be nervous, but it’s certainly better than trying to get to know a character who isn’t even real.

“Hey there bitch!”

“You’re hot as fuck and I know you need a real man to show you how it’s done.” 

I didn’t know how to respond to such an abrupt entrance. I thought Aidan was cringe, but this guy was a whole new level. Flexing in my face, flipping me off, calling me names? Was he trying to neg me in less than 5 minutes?

“I can see you’re stunned by my natural masculinity. I don’t blame you. I’m an older guy given a second chance in this buff young jock. I found myself out of shape at 50 thrown into this guy mid football game. I’m no stranger to the gym so i just buffed myself up even more than that kid could. Now I’m here and ready to fuck you. So. What do you say? Wanna get out of here and ditch all these idiots?”

“Next! Sooo much next! You don’t get to dominate the conversation like this And you are NOT the type for any reasonable person here. I hope you find some sub willing to put up with your shit.” I retorted with a glare.

I see the guy in front of me blanch embarrassed! “Bastard! You’d be lucky to have me. I oughta!” He raised his hand to slam the table! Or me! But soon security escorted him out.

“I.... wow. That’s the worst one to end on. But I might as well go. There are clearly not any guys for me here.” I was about to get up when this cuter guy came over.

“Hello! I... wow. I saw what happened. Great job for standing up to that guy. He seemed like such a creep. I’m Elijah by the way... were you heading out?”

I was caught off guard. This man was so handsome! He wasn’t posturing like the rest, but I still he was making an honest effort despite his trepedation. His voice faltered a bit, but its deep resonate tones made that sound sweet. He was holding himself in a reserved posture, but even as he nervously clasped his hands I could see biceps  raise and strain his shirt.

“I was... but I think I’d like to get to know you. I’m Omar. I just turned away a few guys who were being absolute jerks. How about you? Elijah was it?” I said a bit blushing.

“Yeah! Well I recently graduated post great shift. I finished my last semester at the local community college in a new body. I’m in my neighbors body. Big guy! Great beard, but I’m still getting used to maintaining it. I’ll admit. I’m working part time at the local library till I find a job more suitable for what I studied in school. I’m 22, but my new biological age is 35. I do some painting in my free time and love exploring new parts of the city now that a lot of it has been rebuilt since the shift.” Elijah explained.

“Oh! Have you checked out the bar across town? It used to be a gay bar called The Tank! Now it’s changed its name to The Sea! Since there’s so many more sexualities represented there!” I offered.

“Haha! Love that. That’s clever! The tank has gotten bigger! I get it! I uh... Maybe you and I could continue our conversation there, over drinks?” Elijah blushed.

“I’d like that. Let’s get out of here!” We both stood up and took each others hands. Gosh his were so warm. Not to mention they felt so strong. He’s got quite the grip! I took a few steps so enamored by him I nearly fell, until he caught me in his arms. My face went right across his chest as I looked up to him before standing back up.

“Thanks for the catch. I uh.. Wow. You’ve got quite the cologne. What’s that scent?” I asked so curiously.

“Oh! Sorry!” Elijah was blushing even more. “I’m not wearing any. That’s just how my body smells. Hope it wasn’t bad.”

My eyes widen again. “It’s fine. Perfect actually. I love it. Lead the way Elijah.”

Elijah giggled. Hearing such a deep voice let out something so whimsical was the cutest thing I’ve seen tonight.

“I feel so lucky walking out of this place with you Omar.” Elijah said.

“Oh come on. I’m sure you would’ve found an awesome guy to spend then night with. You’re quite the charmer.” I retorted.

“I’m not the one looking like Henry Cavil!” Elijah laughed.

We both laughed. It was true. Ever since I looked like a celeb dating has been so hard. People try so hard to impress me, that it was such a breath air to talk to Elijah like a normal person. 

“Well tonight I really do feel like the man of steel because you are making me quite hard.” I smirked at Elijah, now blushing to the max.

“I... I... normally cheesy lines like that don’t work on me, but coming for you I.... gosh let’s get to that bar!”

We ended up walking aware from that speed date very satisfied. Perhaps even the hot people need help finding love after the shift. Who knows. I never said I was perfect, but tonight I sure am excited to see how far Elijah and I go!

[kz-i-co]

Don’t Fall In Love

Summary: You are one of the most popular bloggers on your campus, telling enriching stories of your personal heartbreaks anonymously. But your readers are not ready to handle the newest heartbreak of finding out your best friend dating your ex.

Pairing: Lee Haechan (Donghyuk) x f!reader

Genre: college au | angst (eventual fluff x smut)

Warnings: story may contain strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol - sexual references - reader discretion advise.

Words: 4.3k

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::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #47: "If I were going to give anyone advice, I would tell you......Don't Fall In love.... Because it's not fucking worth it" :::

You slammed your bag down on the table, still hungover from last night.

"Not a word." You spoke before your friends can say anything.

"You stripped on the table."

"Shut up Ji- I know." You laid your head down on your backpack.

"Come on guys she's having a tough time." Minjeong spoke up for you.

"My head is killing me." You lifted your head back up. "I'm never drinking again."

"We heard that before." Yetak giggled causing you to glare in return.

"So what was with you last night?" Minjeong asked the curiosity killing her.

"I don't want to talk about it." You slouched.

"But you said some things-"

"You say stupid shit when you're drunk." You shrugged. Well.....that may be true but it still has honest meanings behind them.

:::Last night::: *Clink* *Clink* *Clink*

"Attention e-everyone." You tapped your shot glass standing on the coffee table, slurring your words. "Here's to anyone who's heart has been shattered by a stupid guy who can't decide if he wants top or bottom.....ain't that right babe?" You pointed your glass right at the newest victim of your most recent heart break.

He smirked in response raising his cup. He really didn't care about fucking you over. "You were good but not as good as my ex." His smirked wiped right off causing you to giggle.

"(Y/N)." Minjeong tugged on your arm.

"And here's to my ex....I know you are here somewhere." You searched the crowd that decided to form around. "Thank you for wasting two damn years of my life and best to luck for your future mate. Be careful ladies, he's a clinger."

"CHEERS TO BEING SINGLE!" You down the shot as people cheered and you began dancing where you stood causing Minjeong to shake her head disappointed. To make matters worse, you lifted your dress causing you to step dangerously close to the edge just about to fall until someone guided you down.

"Hey handsome." You smiled at the platinum blonde you just embarrassed.

"I thought you said you understood." He said setting you down.

"Sure I do Jaemin." You slurred your words some more.

"She's drunk. I should get her home." Minjeong spoke as you leaned your head against Jaemin's shoulder.

"I don't want to go home." You spoke clearly feeling your drunken state causing you to feel drowsy.

"Too bad (Y/N). It's for your own good."

"Thanks." She spoke to Jaemin letting him off the hook as she held you up, moving towards the door. "Thanks for making my friend a drunk." ::::::::::

"I told you to end things with him before you caught feelings. I said that right from the start." Minjeong spoke up.

"I know, but I was hoping things would change." You sighed. "I'm just sick of the guys at this school."

"Are you still not over your ex?"

"It's kind of hard to get over him Riri when I still see him walking around campus like he doesn't give a shit."

"Well, I'm glad I never met him because I hate seeing you this way." Minjeong said before taking a sip of her tea.

"Isn't he best friends with Jaemin?"

"What!?!"

"No way!"

"Are you kidding me (Y/N)?"

"Why have I never met him?" Minjeong still lost, being the newest friend in your friends group.

"He's not friends with Jaemin, I've wouldn't of known that when I dated him." You suddenly felt nervous.

"I'm pretty sure he is." Jimin clenched her teeth.

"Thanks for your concern best buds." You sassed before getting up. "I need food before my head explodes."

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #47: Don't fall in love you ask? How can you say such a thing - you ask? It's because it's not worth the heart ache later on. Not even that.....the hatred that follows will almost break you. Did he deserve my shoe flying at his face? Of course. Would I do it again? Absolutely. Okay so maybe I went a little far but what can I say....he broke my heart. And the best part is, he doesn't even seem upset. Hold the applause. But the positive thing about all this is you learn to move on like I did, maybe not in the best way since I've put myself in dangerous situations multiple times, by this point - Thank God I'm alive... But the thing is you live and learn and I for one will learn that you can't fall in love twice....well maybe you can apparently, but definitely not with that same person again......Right? Or perhaps maybe I never fell out of love in the first place. Shit. You see, J was only another stepping stone to the long disappointing path of destruction. He was everything a broken single girl can ask for.....charming, sweet, that damn dreamy smile, a tad bit weird but what guy isn't and can't forget...hot af. Sorry guys who are reading....we love them sexy - cute works too - but only if it's natural and not cringy....I rather not see that in my nightmares, no offense. If you're smart than I'll throw on some bonus points. But ladies, let's not be so naive - just because they are as said "hot af" they can also be quite manipulative. Turning into a mindless zombie for that damn charming smile did not do me justice. He was sweet of course, like I said; but he was just another as they might call it - a player. T.m.i and I'm so sorry for those who are pure - but the s*x was fantastic and the second time....even better. Hell - even the third time but who's counting because that's not what matters here, what matters is the fact that I wanted more and he didn't. I scared him off.....ME!! Only because I fell for that damn charming smile. J said he was fine with dating but he had no commitment, no loyalty. J was a disappointment. And even after my heart crumbling disaster of a relationship with someone who starts with the letter "D" - I took the regrettable decision to trust again and fuck was that a mistake. Because boys don't just stomp on your heart - they tear you up from the inside out. And once again any guys out there who are reading this and are decent? Please come my way because I'm dying to meet you. *PS - I know you guys are dying for me to spill the beans on D but you will have to wait on my next session because honestly I'm stupid hungover and it's the first day back after Christmas break and I'm not ready to write that novel. Till next time:)" Xoxo Peace :::

Your head was pounding as you grabbed a tray and made your way over to the lunch line.

"Excuse me." You felt a slight bump as the last Tteokguk was taken before you even had a chance to grab it.

Your anger quickly rose as you knew exactly who that voice belonged to. "You asshole!"

"Oh I'm sorry, did you want this?" He smirked at you as he walked away.

"Donghyuck!-" You were quick on his tail. "Give me that back."

"You snooze you lose." He laughed.

"I was not snoozing, you intentionally stole it from me."

"Maybe you were intentionally being slow." He mocked.

"I hate you." You argued still following him. "Why are you such a jerk?"

"Why are you still here (Y/N)? You said you were transferring." You both got in line to pay.

"I still do, but you know what - why should I....why don't you transfer?"

"Can't do that. I have less than 2 years left." He shrugged handing over his meal card.

"So do I." You fought.

"Great so it's settled." He had amusement in his voice.

"You paying for her?" The cashier asked.

"Her? Hell no." He smirked with his response causing you to roll your eyes, handing over your card.

"Such a dick." You mumbled, quickly following him, not letting him get away so easily as he began to move through the seating area.

"Why are you still following me?" He asked, sass to his tone.

"I'm not done talking to you." You argued.

"You're never done talking."

You gasped. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What are you gonna do about it (Y/N)?" He finally turned to look at you. "Throw another shoe at me?"

"I would love to." You snarled.

"You were always cute when you were angry......By the way, nice dance last night." He winked before turning around and disappearing from you again - hopefully for the last time.

You flipped him off before returning back to your table probably looking much angrier than you left.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #48 Would I do it again? Never. Can't believe I dated that jerk.....actually let me rephrase that....I can't believe I was in love with that jerk. 2 years of my life wasted. Kudos to his next girlfriend that's for sure - good luck with that one and bless your soul. :::

"What's wrong?" Jimin laughed at your angry state.

"My ex is an asshole, that's what's wrong." You snarled before pouting at your sad lunch of a chicken sandwich and some fries. Donghyuck always had to put himself first even when you were dating.

"We're still talking about this?"

"It's not my fault Min, when he just harassed me in the lunch line."

"Can't you just ignore him?" Jimin spoke with a smirk. I'm glad they're enjoying this.

"That's hard to do when we go to the same school." You sighed. "And no he won't transfer, I already asked him."

"You asked him to transfer? I can see you are both handling the breakup well." Minjeong spoke with sarcasm.

Jimin nudged her as a warning seeing your distraught state but you played it off with a smile. You were fine. Maybe.

"May I ask what happened with Jaemin?" Yetak asked with sympathy.

You sighed. "I wanted a relationship and he didn't. He only looked at me as a fuck buddy."

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Minjeong said once again, even though she heard your whole spiel last night as you cried over the toilet.

"I told you he is a player (Y/N)." Jimin spoke up once again. "But you said you didn't care....you said "I will change his mind"."

"He looked sweet okay."

"He is sweet, just not in that department." She laughed at your remarked. "Sorry I know you're hurting." She quickly retracted.

"It's fine, I'm just done with boys."

-

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #48 And you were....In times like these.....turn to your friends because they will have your back first and foremost.... who needs dick anyway, your fingers worked just fine.....alright tmi but hey let's be honest with ourselves for once, we don't need men to please us :::

You stopped typing as soon as the door opened. "You know when I sighed my soul just to make you my roommate, I didn't plan on you hardly being here."

"Oh shut up (Y/N). You're barely here either. I had to carry you up the stairs the last night."

You rolled your eyes because of course she had to be right again but it didn't mean she had to kick you while you're down. "What if I was drugged." You sighed dramatically.

"Don't even joke about that, I worry about you every time you leave this apartment.....you always end up passed out somewhere."

"But you guys are always there to help me." You batted your eyelashes.

"Yeah well, I didn't sigh my soul to babysit." She used your own words against you.

"I'm sorry......I'm just having a tough time. I want to meet someone new."

"You will (Y/N), let fate take over."

"I don't believe in that shit." You bit your lip frustrated as Jimin burst through the door kicking her shoes off, already being glued to her phone.

"What about online? That seemed to work for you?"

"It's not just me meeting someone online (Y/N)....he goes to our school."

"Is that why you've been so m.i.a?"

"Maybe." She confirmed. "He's really nice."

"I would love for you to meet him. He's got your lovely sarcastic humor....I'm sure you guys will get along great."

"I'm sorry are you trying to hook me up with your new boyfriend?" Jimin looked up interested in your conversation.

"I want my best friends and my boyfriend to get along." She sighed. "Especially since I will be having him over more often."

"What like sleeping over?" She glared at your response. "I don't want to hear you guys."

"Oh and like I wanted to hear you and Jaemin?" She sassed but quickly pursed her lips seeing your pale reaction to his name.

"It's not like we even done anyway yet, we just started going out." She got up making her way towards your kitchen.

"What are we talking about?" Jimin finally entered the chat.

"Min's new catfish."

"He's not a catfish. He looked just like his picture when we first met up."

"That doesn't mean anything." You whispered. "If you want my advice...."

"I don't."

"But if you did....I would say break up with him now before it's too late....."

"What's your hang up on relationships lately? I'm sorry your relationships didn't work out but that doesn't mean every guy is an asshole."

"I know." You shrugged. "I'm just done falling in love." You got up following her closer to the kitchen.

"You're done with love? Just like that?"

"Yup. Because Jaemin was just another life lesson on how guys will continuously disappoint you and just because they are sweet in the beginning doesn't mean they won't turn on you late-"

"(Y/N)." She cut you off. "Forget I asked."

"Have your been reading that blog again?" Jimin squinted at you puzzled.

"What blog?" Minjeong asked.

"LoveAboveMyPinkClouds." Jimin confirmed as you stayed quiet. "She's always talking about her bad relationships and I do think she brings up a lot of good points but maybe her advice isn't all that helpful.....at least in your case."

"Sounds like she's been through a lot if you ask me." You sat back down, shutting your laptop.

"We'll maybe you two should swap stories and come to terms with your past relationships and finally move on." Jimin pursed her lips.

"Yeah....maybe you're right." You agreed to disagree. "Okay enough depressing talk about me, let's do something."

"Jimin, want to go to karaoke....it's been a while." You continued to ask since your scheduled was oh so clear.

"I can't, I'm hanging out with Sungchan." She got up and began to make her way to her room.

"Uggg. How about you Min? Karaoke? I'll let you hit the high notes this time." You danced teasingly.

"I have plans as well, with...."She said more timid.

"The catfish?"

She rolled her eyes. "Stop calling him that."

"What's his name?"

"Oh - ah- Haechan, he's really cute - let me show you a picture of him-" Her phone started ringing with his name popping up. "Sorry I gotta go, I'll see you later (Y/N) - hey, I'm coming down now."

Alone again.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #49 Okay maybe I was wrong....being single wasn't as fun as I thought it would be....I'm not the type to just hook up with strangers, okay maybe not anymore but to make it worse, falling for your fwb because that shit stings. I wanted someone to hold me and cuddle with me, kiss me sweetly that may or may not lead to something intense later..... I know, I'm getting sappy. I feel vulnerable and this is the last time I will post anything like this, so don't get comfortable folks. And yes.....I'm thinking of that famous D, who broke my heart but he was my everything once and he gave me all that sweet stuff I wanted - but then he had to fuck it up. But am I crazy saying I miss that. Not him, let's be clear - he turned into a real jerk but at our peak I miss who he was. I miss the reminiscence..... Okay I think I had enough of the internet for tonight. Xoxo peace :::

As soon as you hit post, the comments started flooding in. -"please give us the scoop on D?" -"what did he do that was so bad?" -"you're making all this shit up." -"do you miss J." -"the guy I just started dating is name is Dongjun - I hope it's not him? 0.0" -"WHAT DID HE DO! IM DYING TO KNOW." -"why are girls crazy over this blog, she sounds bitter to me. Maybe it was her fault why they broke up." -"hang in there - you'll get through this." -"she's totally still in love with D - maybe they will makeup." -"anyone else trying to do research on J and D - I want to know who they are so bad, there's not that many guys at this school is there?" -"my sources are telling me J is either Juhyun or Jaemin - they are both players with that damn charming smile." -"what about Jaesung? His smile is to die for <3." -"that's a good guess as well. Damn this is hard." -"I don't go to this school but I'm dying to know who they are as well." -"how do I enroll here?"

You rolled your eyes closing your laptop. You just wanted to cuddle up in your blanket and find a good movie in your lonesome apartment as your so called friends are enjoying their own lives as you sulk feeling like yours is over. At least you had fans.

-

*tap* *tap* *tap*

"Can anyone tell me the meaning of anonymity and what it represents?"

*tap* *tap* *tap*

You gently shoved your friend, sitting besides you to stop her excessive texting. "Anyone?"

"Minjeong." You whispered and she finally looked up as the professor stared at the both of you.

"(Y/N)?" He tapped his foot.

"What was the question?" The class echoed with soft giggles throughout the room.

"Anonymity."

"Oh right.......um keeping your identity a secret."

"And....why do you think it's so common?"

"Well, it depends on the reason - some people could be ashamed or embarrassed on who they are or they could be working incognito to find out information or it can even be used to give credit off yourself."

"Okay, good. Pay attention ladies." You nodded putting your head down.

"Who are you texting?" You whispered.

"Her new boyfriend." Jimin said on the other side of you.

"At least silence your phone, I'm trying to focus."

"Sorry guys." She blushed.

"Wow she's crazy over this guy." Jimin whispered next to you causing you to just shrug with envy.

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"Minjeong, food?" You asked again. "Can you pretend for like one second that I'm the only person that matters to you." You spoke as soon as you left class.

"I'm sorry." She blushed.

"It's him again? You guys been dating a week and he's already turned you into a mindless zombie?"

"I'm sorry, he's bored in his class." She giggled. "Food right? I'm actually meeting Haechan there for lunch, you can join us if you want."

"On second that, I got a lot of work to do." You tried to quickly speed off.

"Come on (Y/N)."

"What I'm a communication journalist major. I've got papers to write."

"You afraid to meet him? Maybe he has some friends he can introduce you to but of course he needs to meet you first."

"Come on hungry." She whined.

"Fine."

"How long have you two been dating again?" You asked confused from her excited state of getting flustered over just a lunch date.

"Almost 2 weeks."

"Wow you must really like him." You teased under her knowledge.

"I do and I can't wait for you to meet him." You both sat down at your chosen table.

"Oh look there he is." She blushed excited again like some celebrity was making their way over.

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LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #50

If I transferred, would you guys miss me? New school, new bae, new friends.....doesn't sound so bad. I mean I'm not trying to run away from my problems....but maybe a fresh start will do me good. It's only college, my money technically. Idk.... Okay maybe some of you are already typing, I'm being over dramatic but the info I just found out is truly unbelievable and if not unbearable, at least for me. And by all means, if you feel the need to stop reading go ahead because what I'm about to tell you probably sounds made up but the evidence is there, if you decide to believe me or not and I don't know what to do about it. Once again.....transfer? Sounds good.

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You huffed seeing Donghyuck make his way over, not making anything of it as you moved to try to see around him. "Where?"

"You're funny (Y/N)." She laughed and Donghyuck's face went pale as soon as he saw you.

"Hey Channie, this is (Y/N), my best friend and roommate - the one I was telling you about."

"Wait - this is (Y/N)-" He started getting all flustered.

"Yes - nice to meet you....Haechan was it?" You stood up reaching for his hand, playing it off.

You smiled sarcastically to hint off his confused state. "You're the one that's got my friend all mushy. You must be amazing in bed."

"(Y/N)-" Minjeong warned embarrassed.

"I've been told." He smirked playing along with whatever façade you were pulling.

You let go of his tight grip and sat down trying not to act pissed. "So Haechan huh? Nice name.....I don't think I ever heard anyone with that name."

Minjeong looked at you with confusion but clearly was blinded what was really going on. "Yeah....- I mean it is a big school."

You just wanted to get your shoe ready if you were being honest. You tried to hide your anger with not only your ex but the fact that this was the guy that was seeing your friend for almost two weeks. How could he be so low to hurt you like that.

"Are you sure you go here?" You began as Minjeong spilt her drink accidentally, invested in from the conversation she was hearing.

"Shoot, I'm gonna get some napkins." She quickly got up making her way across the cafeteria.

As soon as she left, you pressed the boy in front of you. "How fucking dare you?"

"Relax, I didn't know she was your friend."

"Clearly you did when you gave her a fake name....because if she knew your name was Donghyuk, she would have known to stay away."

"Haechan is not a fake name....it's what my friends call me - oh wait, how would you know that since you hated my friends." He started, leaning closer on the table. "Tsk - actually I forgot you fucked most of them."

You arched your eyebrows. "I only fucked Jaemin and I didn't know he was your friend and yes I fucked Jeno once to get back at you but in my defense I was wasted."

"Don't act like you're some angel. Did you forget how we broke up?"

"I remember my side, which was the truth and then I remember you're psychotic accusations."

"Don't play that card.....you fucking cheated on me." You yelled in a hushed whisper.

"I told you the whole story and it was your fault not to trust me."

"I caught you with your pants around your ankles."

"Sorry I had to ask an employee to get me more." Minjeong sweet voice broke the tension not suspecting anything. "So what did (Y/N) say about me?" She giggled.

"She just said what I already thought about you. Sweet, loyal, and caring, a great friend."

"Aww, I thought you would have said something embarrassing."

"Nope, I actually care about my best friend and if any guy breaks her heart like they did with mine....they better watch out."

"She's kidding." Minjeong quickly spoke causing a glare from your ex.

This was how it was gonna be huh? How do you get Minjeong to breakup with Haechan without giving away your secret? How to convince her that he's a liar and a cheater?

Maybe it wasn't Minjeong you should be convincing, what if you convince him to break up with her? It's for her own good.

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::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #50 So best friend dating my oh so famous ex. Yes, that ex. The famous D which I know you are all waiting so patiently for hearing about our bitter not so sweet end. Yes you heard that right but, in this case,....my best friend never met my ex - so is it fair for me to be pissed about it. Idek. It's not like she is intentionally trying to hurt me. What would you do? Next thing....is it fair for me wanting to break them up....is that cruel? This is definitely a brain teaser my friends. Looks like the tables have turned here because now its my turn to seek advice. What do I do? Transfer you say? Thinking about it. Well, thats all for now, stay tuned for next time. Xoxo Peace

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"Why would I do that?" He spoke as Mark laughed behind him.

"I never thought I would see you two talking again." Mark laughed some more.

"Trust me, it's more of an argument." You smirked but then alerted your attention back on Donghyuck.

"Because I love my best friend and I don't want her to get hurt."

"I'm not gonna hurt her." His tone shot back annoyed.

"Yeah, let's pretend I believe that." You snickered. "She's too innocent for a relationship with you."

"Wow that's insulting for someone who knows better."

"I mean she's sensitive, she won't be able to handle any kind of dispute with you, especially if she finds out about us.......she's even a virgin."

"I can't just break up with her without a reason."

"Sure you can....you found someone else yotta yotta yotta."

"And that sounds like it won't break her heart?" He arched his eyebrows sarcastically.

"Well, don't be a dick about it."

"How about I break up with her after a few months and find real reasons to end things."

"So work your way to make her fall in love and then pull the carpet?" You argued.

"Just tell her the truth then." He groaned ready to shut the door.

"I can't now."

"Yeah because you opened your big mouth and lied about us knowing each other."

"I panicked." You shrugged hearing random laughter down the hall as your argument was starting to cause attention. "Actually maybe she'll see how big of a true asshole you are and do it herself."

"Sure." He was about done with you and wanted to go back to his video games.

"Do me one favor though?" You turned back as he was just about to close the door.

"What now?" He huffed.

"Don't sleep with her."

"How come? Will you be jealous?" He smirked.

"No....I don't want you corrupting my friend and who knows where you've put that thing."

He sighed walking out the door and knocking on the door across from his room.

"You really want to play that game." He spoke before the door opened revealing Jaemin and then seeing past his room was a Jeno. "Hey Mark, it's your turn."

"Huh?" He asked confused.

"You're the only one (Y/N) hasn't fucked."

"You're a real prick, you know that?" You sneered.

"You fucked all of my friends so why can't I fuck yours? Don't be a hypocrite."

"Wait, this is your ex? You said she transferred." Jaemin laughed.

"I was hoping." He glared.

"Minjeong will see pass you, just wait. She is going to break up with you if you like it or not."

"Can't wait." He smirked at you again causing your anger to just boil over.

Of all guys on this campus, she could hook up with and it had to be Donghyuck. You weren't angry with her of course, hence her lack of Information but it felt worse knowing how infatuated she was already. She didn't stop talking about him since you and him finally met. You wanted to tell her everything but Donghyuck was right, you had to open your mouth and make up this whole lie of not knowing him.

But the worst part wasn't because he was dating your best friend. It was because you were still hopelessly and annoyingly in love with him. Sounds stupid right? Well that's how you felt. Everything was perfect up until that one night.

Well, maybe you were just caught up as well and maybe he just was never the guy you think he was. Maybe you should transfer? It's not too late.

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Warnings: derogatory terms towards reader ,mention of abuse, mention of eating disorder, descriptions of gore, panic attack, character death (not frank or reader) Word count: 12.4k (nervous laughing) Genre: fluff + angst Summary: Frank clearly devleops a soft spot for one of the other members of the crew, getting quite protective over her at times Pairings: plussize!reader x frank A/n: I don't care what anyone says, I think that Frank is secretly a softy and would get protective of someone he likes (especially if the pairing is "Tough guy frank x sweet adorable girl")

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"For those of you who don't know, I go by Lambert, you all came highly recomended and so far those recomendations are paying off. You know the rules. No real names. No backstories. And keep the grab-ass to a minimum. It is a 24 hour job, and the hard part is already over, now you babysit. But the only one that sees the girl is this one." He points to the dark haired woman in a trench coat. "So she only hears one voice. The rest of you, get comfortable. Questions?"

The dark haired woman speaks up. "Yeah, whose the girl?" Lambert replies quickly. "You don't need to know her name." The dark haired woman keeps pushing. "I don't care about her name,....whose kid is she?" Suddenly a third voice pops up behind you. "The fucks that matter to you?" It's the man with the glasses, the man who you feel like has been staring at you all evening. "A very wealthy man who's about to be 50 million dollars poorer." The dark haired woman accepts the answer. "Look, your safe here, and to be completely certain you can't be tracked, i'm going to collect your cellphones." Lambert goes to each one of you, collecting your phones, the blonde haired hacker refuses slightly before Lambert snatches her phone from her hands.

"Keep the doors locked, and the girl isolated. Is there anything else i can do for you before i leave you to it?" Now the larger man speaks up. "Uh how come we can't use our real names?" He speaks up again from behind you. "So if any of you fucks get caught you can't rat out the others." The driver and same large man mumble something to each other. "You want names? Fine. Frank." Lambert points at him. "Dean." Lambert points at the driver. "Sammy." Lambert points at the blonde woman. "Peter." Lambert points at the larger man. "Joey." Lambert points at the dark haired woman. "Kyla." Lambert points at you. Lambert goes to give the last man a name before he speaks up. "Damn, this man got his finger of the pulse of pop culture." Lambert rolls his eyes. "And your Don fucking Rickles, happy?" Rickles shrugs. "Not really." Dean mumbles again. "There's clean bedding and lit fires in the rooms. Kitchens fully stoked ,as is the bar. So, i'll see you in 24 hours my lovely pack of rats." And with that Lambert leaves shutting the door behind him and leaving the rest of you to go explore.

About 30 minutes after Lambert had left, and you had all found individual rooms to settle in, the crew acculumated in the bar. You sat on the edge of the pool table sipping a glass of rum watching the fire blaze. Joey was sat in an armchair not too far from you next to the fire. Sammy, Peter, Rickles and Frank were around the bar sipping thier drinks and chatting. And then there was Dean, who had somehow found a bike and was riding round the room like a child. You were deep in thought when Rickles suddenly spoke, catching your attention. "Come have a drink with us Joey?" She shook her head. "Gotta check on the kid soon. Maybe after." Dean stopped dead in front of you, looking at Joey. "Party pooper." You gave Dean a light smack on the arm. "Don't be a dick." He smacked his lips and carried on riding round the room.

"Hey, who do you guys think this girl's father is anyways?" You looked over at Peter who was now pouring a drink. Everyone started sharing their ideas, Joey suggesting it was "America's dad, Tom Hanks." After everyone gave a small chuckle, their gazes turned to you. "What about you Kyla?" You looked from swirling the dark liquid in your glass to feel Frank's gaze burning holes into you, unlike the rest who were actually just looking at you intrest. "Uh, bussines owner i guess?" Dean scoffed. "Your so boooooooooring." You pulled a digusted face and flipped him off.

He rolled his eyes and screeched up to Joey who had a small paper bag of candy in her hand that she quietly picked from. "Lemme get a piece of that candy." Joey glanced up at him with a small smile. "Get your own." Dean lightly raised his eyebrows. "Fuck you too,....you grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters and shit......i'm like an expert at reading people. Joey raised her eyebrows. "Oh really?" Dean nodded. "You like a nanny or a babysitter." Dean then went on to describe each of the crew members in his little visions, describing you as someone neglected as a kid ,someone who wasn't taught how to take care of their body. "Wow, you might be the least perceptive person i've ever met." Dean looked at you puzzled before Joey joined in. "She's right, you got literally nothing anywhere close, about anyone."

You gave a small chuckle going back to your drink before Frank stepped foward and right next to you as he looked through his wallet before slamming a 100 bill on the edge of the pool table next to you. "Crisp 100 dollar bill you can tell me one true thing about me." Everyone went quiet before Joey passed. Frank gave a small chuckle before going back to his drink. You were about to sip your drink when Joey got up and stood where frank had just been. "You used to be a cop." She snatched the money from the table. You tilted your head. "Did he arrest you or something?" Sammy said from her spot at the bar. "No, it's the stance, the walk, the shoes, not to mention the standard issue glock, the shoulder holster and he used police hand signals back at the house." You rasied and eye brow and started listening more intently. "Not a street cop, no, too smart, you need to be in control." For some reason that little point sent a small shiver up your spine. "So i'm gonna say a detective, homicide or vice? And he tries to hide it but he's from Queens."

Peter chuckled and gave a small clap, before pulling out his own 100 dollar bill. "Hey, uh you do me too?" Joey looked at the muscular man before taking the money. "I almost feel bad taking this.....'cause you've basically got a fucking neon sign above your head that reads muscle." Peter continued smiling and flexed his muscles making you cringe and look away. "Quebec right? You got bullied in school, probably by dad too, so when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables. Made it into a career." Peter's smile faded slightly as joey turned to Sammy who was now holding up a 20. "Wow, a 20? That's cheap considering you come form money." Sammy excitedly nodded. "It's true." Joey tilted her head slightly. "Which means your only in on this for the thrill, you don't get your hands dirty, you use a keyboard instead of a gun and tell yourself that makes whats you do not as bad,..... good luck when the illusion wears off." Sammy nodded again. "Very good."

She handed the 20 to Joey who now walked over to you and Rickles. She looked at Rickles first. "No money." Joey nodded slightly. "Then i'll leave it at 'semper fi', and you?" Joey leaned on the pool table next to you. To which you reached into your shirt and pulled out a 50, holding infront of her with you pointer and middle finger silently. Joey looked down at the note and started. "Mom wanted to put you in pageants as a kid, so limited you diet to leaves and water, but once you got away from her, you overate out of spite, now it's become a habit you can't stop, and you can't forgive yourself for it." You looked at the floor avoiding everyones eyes as an awkward silence filled the room.

Joey stepped back to the arm chair when Dean broke the silence. "Ay you forgot about me?" Joey cut him off. "You dont want me to do you." Dean looked at her slightly offended. "Aw, c'mon this is fun!" Joey looked at him and sighed. "Your not a professional." Now Dean really looked offended. "I'm the best motherfuckin wheelman in this town-" Joey cut him off. "I didn't say you weren't good, i said your not a professional. You've got.....loose wiring. Probably a sociopath." Joey walked to the door, ready to go check on the girl when Frank stopped her. "And you....are a junkie." Joey stopped in her tracks and everyone including you looking at Frank who was once again stood right next to you, but now had his hand mere inches from your thigh.

"Cop knows a junkie, you and your little candy affectation, long sleeves, why you don't wanna have a drink with us." Franks waltzed over to Joey who had now turned round to face him, as he removed his glasses and pulled out a small black clothe. "You in recovery or something? How many days you got? We gotta be worried about you?" You heard Joey's voice catch in her throat. "N-no." Frank leaned a bit closer to her. "No?....Don't ever fuck with me, i will know." Joey's posture stiffened up again. "I'm gonna go check on the girl." With that, Joey made her quick leave, Frank turned round and shrugged to the rest of you.

Sammy ,Peter and Dean started chatting by the bar, Rickles played pool by himself. You got up off the pool table and headed over to a group of leather seats surronding a glass table. You sat down with your back to rest of them and reached into your pocket, pulling out a silver ipod and some black earphones. You placed an earbud in and pressed play. You sighed and slumped down in the chair before feeling a smalltap on your shoulder. When you glanced over your shoulder you saw the surprisingly kind looking face of frank, smiling down at you with a half filled whiskey glass in his hand. You smiled back and sat up, patting the arm rest for him to sit.

"Hey you've been pretty quiet all night, somethin' bothering you?" You hesitated before nodding. "Just a bit nervous, never done something this big before." Frank nodded sipping his drink. "You'll be fine, we aint getting fucking caught, and even if we are, ill make sure non of those fuckers rat you out." You smiled slightly at him. "Frank are you saying you like me?" He flashed you a grin putting his glass down and shifting closer to you. "Im saying i like you back sweetheart." Your eyes narrowed looking up at him before he gave a small chuckle. "You think i havent noticed you stealing glances at me all night, or that i havent seen how your breathing picks up when i-" He suddenly placed his hand by your thigh, closer than he did earlier ,smirking as your breathing once again picked up. "Do that." You felt your cheeks heat up as he stood up, turning to walk away. "So shall i pretend you havent been staring daggers into me all night either?" Frank stopped and smirked and looked over his shoulder at you. "You could do, or your could acknowledge that ive been staring you because of that cute personality and thick hips, let it boost that deflated ego of yours."

As Frank made his way back over to the bar, you turned back around to face the glass table, smiling to yourself at the fact that Frank was being a genuinly thoughtful and sweet man to you. He had noticed that you had some, well quite a few insecurities, and instead of ignoring and feeding them, he gave them positive attention. You kept replaying his expressions and words in your head, so when Joey walked back into the room and sat next to Frank at the bar, you didn't notice her. Howver you did notice whne Frank suddenly got up and walked out the room. You frowned and went over to joey. "Hey whats up with Frank?" Joey shrugged. "God knows with him." You hummed in agreement before pouring another drink and sitting on the pool table again.

Rickles came over and you got chatting to him, when Frank suddenly came back into the room, grabbed his leather trench coat and started heading to the door. Joey got up from her seat following him, as did you. "Im out, cut my share how you want but im not fucking staying here." You and joey kept following and questioning Frank ,till he stopped just before the entrance, turned round and snapped at you both. "What's going on is that we are fucked. That little girl is kristoff lazar's daughter." The rest of the crew started to come into the lobby right as he said that, however whereas other people started to turn pale, you were with Sammy. "Whos kristoff lazar?" Frank turned o look at her dumbfounded. "Who's Lazar?" Dean walked over nonchalantly. "Bro thats a urban legend man calm down." Frank turned to the joint smoker ready to strangle him. "No dude, he is not a fucking urban legend. He is very fucking real believe me. Nobody even knows how big his fucking empire is." Frank started pacing and running his hand through his hair whilst your turned to Rickles like a confused puppy and asked about lazar, to which you got an explanation which made your blood run cold.

"Is Lambert fucking insane? He just put a death mark on all of us, including himself." You started to fiddle with your fingers, feeling your breathing get tight. "What if we just like.... yknow, give her back? And say sorry?" You turned to Sammy. "Sammy i dont think thats how kidnapping from someone dangerous works." Frank shook his head turning round. "Oh yeah, heres your daughter 'Mr fucking Antichrist' really sorry, hope she's not too traumatised. Lets play a round of golf sometime." Sammy narrowed her eyes at frank then promtly flipped him off. "This isnt the time for sarcasm ok?" Frank looked down at his feet and sighed. Suddenly joeys eyes lit up. "Lets just leave. We leave her with some food, make an anonymous phonecall, get the fuck out of dodge. It's not like shes seen our faces?" Everyone started nodding in agreement before Frank interupted her. "Uh actually she has, thanks to you." Joey raised an eyebrow. "I was supposed to be the only one in and out of the room, and i wore my mask." Joey crossed her arms as Frank walked over to her and looked down at her. "Well I didn't! So i walk in there and see Billy fucking Elliot's cute little peepers memorising my fucking face!"

Everyone else's eyes turned to joey accusing and blaming her. "And it's not even like the rest of us could leave since joey told her everything about us." Frank held his jaw shaking his head. "You ust had to do your little magic trick." The air grew tense, so tense you could phsically feel it. "So if leave her we dont get none of that kidanpping money? I kinda need that money right now." Dean raised a good point. "How much do you trust lambet?" Frank glanced back at joey. "I trust him enough, but that doesn't make it worth the risk though."

"If 7 million per person isnt worth the risk then what is?" You leaned against the book case watching frank as he took off his glasses and held his head. "Alright he wouldn't of had us kidanp this kid unless he thought we could pull it off. Maybe we all just pretend like we don't know who her father is, and with the money we are making from this we just disappear forever, hmm? Start a new life, and i never have to see any of you fucks again." Although you knew Frank was grouping all the rest of you together and he was clearly stressed, the feeling of never getting to see him again hurt you. "Everyone stay alert. Any threat is gonna come from outside, so we set a perimeter and we hold it. Rickles takes first watch in the crows nest. Joey, secure the interior, look for anyways in or out. What is it like, 22 more hours? 22 hours,... fuck." With that everyone split off, leaving you in the lobby.

You continplated going against the plan and walking out, the door was right behind you, the girl hadnt seen your face, the information joey had given about you wouldnt help track you, you could vanish. However there was something that kept your feet firmly in place, you knew exactly what that thing was aswell. You knew it started with F and ended in k. So instead of wlking out the door, you headed to the far corner of the house where you had found a room to settle in. You reached into your pocket to pull out your ipod again when you heard faint loud noises. They sounded like Dean, they sounded like him....screaming. Although your heart told you to stay put, your legs were up and moving to the source of the sound. You made your way through the halls quietly when you made it to the kitchen, but it was dead quiet, yet you swore this was where the sound came from.

You grabbed a large kitchen knife to arm yourself and started looking around, on the opposite side of the kitchen was a door, you pushed it open slowly. "Hello? Dean are you in here?" You walked through the door and looked round the dark room, it seemed to just be an old storage room and the lowest stop of an elavator that most likely didnt work. After deciding there was nothing in there, you headed back to the kitchen but gasped when you got to the door as dean was now sat in a chair with his back to you. "Dean i know your a dick but is this really the best tim-" As you scolded him you walked over and gave him a shove before freezing as his head rolled straight off of his shoulders. You stared down at it for a moment before letting out a blood curdling scream. You dropped the knife and backed up to the sink shaking as your chest grew tight. Moments later Frank ran into the room holding his gun. He looked down at Dean's head, the up at you, to see you bent over the sink gagging and throwing up the alcohol you had earlier. Frank made his way over to you and held your hair back whilst giving you soft and sympathetic words. Once you stopped throwing up, you looked up at him with teary eyes, to which Frank's face softened before he pulled you into him ,rubbing your back and hushing you.

As you buried your face in Frank's chest, the rest of the crew rushed in, all of them pulling disgusted face and cursing under their breath. "The fuck happened?" Joey looked at you as you pulled away from Frank sniffling. "I heard screaming, looked round, saw him in the chair and when i touched him,....that happened." Joey looked at the bod before narrowing her eyes. "Be honest what does that looked like to you?"

"It looked like a fucking wild animal ripped him apart." Joey gave a subtle nod of her head at frank who started pacing. "No, no no, I'm not fu-, we're not fucking going there." You started to fiddle with your fingers again as sammy came over and wrapped her arm round you. "Why are you all acting so weird?" Joey sighed and leant on the table. "There's stories, about lazar's hitman."

"Can we not do this? Please?" Seeing Frank this worried most definatly didn't comfort you one bit. "Valdez." You rested your head on Sammy's shoulder as Rickles started. "I heard a story once, 3 of Lazar's top guys got pinched a few years ago, FBI flipped 'em. The night before the trial were all hauled up on the top floor of a hotel. A dozen agents in the next room, and two in the door. The next morning FBI goes into the room. All they bodies were ripped apart. Limbs, and organs missing. Decapitations. Thats his signature, Valdez, he's a fucking animal. And there was no way in or out or that room aside from the front door and the 23rd story window. So how'd he do it?"

"Bullshit." Sammy piped up before Frank shut her down. "It's not fucking bullshit. It's not the first time i heard that story." You ran your fingers through your hair nervously. "We should probably check on the girl. You nodded and all made your way up to Abigail's room. Once up there, Frank and Joey went towards the door and creaked it open to check if the young girl was still there and alive. You, Rickles, Peter and Sammy stayed a little bit further back when Peter started talking about splitting Dean's share to which Sammy scolded him for. "You welcome to my share Pete, you could be the richest headless man in america." Right as Frank and Joey came back over, Rickles started heading back downstairs. Like before with Frank, everyone followed, only to see that when Rickles opened the front door, there was a metal gate covering the exit. Rickles tried ramming but it was no use. Then peter tried, again, no use, you were all trapped. Trapped in the house with the same monster that killed dean, yet you had no clue where, or worse, who Valdez was.

Before anyone could say something ,suddenly wodden shutters began to rise and cover all exits. Now you really were trapped. Rickles picked up a wooden chair and flung it at one of the covered windows only for the chair to fall to bits on impact. Rickles panted before his eyes widened and he took off upstairs again. "If this is Valdez, maybe he checked on the girl and left her there to throw us off." Joey nodded before heading upstairs to go check on abgail. The rest of you headed to the bar area and tried to distract yourselves. Although however hard you tried, all you could think about was Valdez ripping you to bits, or draining you of your blood till you were as pale as a ghost.

You quickly got up and headed to the bathroom, locking yourself in it without warning. The others watched and heard the lock, it was clear you werent just using the bathroom. Peter shook it off and started talking to sammy as Frank stared at the door before getting up and going over to it. He pressed his ear to the door and heard you hyperventlating through broken sobs. He gave a small knock on the door. "Kyla? It's frank, can you let me in?" You sniffled before slowly turning the lock on the door. The door pushed open and you saw Frank look down at you with a worried and sympathetic look in his eyes before he clicked the door shut. You looked into his for a second before turning away from, embarassed by your current state. "Hey, hey look at me. Please?" His voice was soft and reassuring, you slowly turned back around and looked up at him. Frank crouched down slightly to come to your level and held your hands.

"Listen sweetheart, im not gonna let anything hurt you, alright? Not Valdez, not any of those other schmucks. Nothing is gonna hurt you while im around, ok?" You nodded and squeezed his hands. "I-i just don't wanna die, not here, not like this, any other way than like this, i mean its not like i have much to go back to, but still, i cant die not ye-" your sentence was suddenly cut off at the feeling of Frank's soft lips crashing agaisnt yours. Although this stunned you, you didn't pull away or push him off you. Instead you wrapped your arms round him and hummed softly into the kiss. After a few seconds, you both pulled away, your face now noticably redder, and Franks with a cute grin spread across his lips. You just looked into each others eyes for a good 30 seconds, Frank's were full of admiration and perhaps lust, before his hands snaked round your waist, pulling you against him. He leant down, the faint remains of whiskey still evident on his breath as he whispered in your ear. "How about, after me and you get out of this fuckin' hellhole, we get to know each other a bit better maybe properly grab some drinks,......or try out each others beds." You bit your lips slightly before the feeling of Frank's hands sliding down your back, over you ass and grasping the back of your thighs sent a shiver down your spine.

He lifted you up and placed you on the batheroom counter carfully as you admired the soft yet attractive look on his face. "I-i'd like that quite alot." Soon enough Frank's hands moved from your thighs and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that remained on your cheeks as he held your face. "Atta girl." He smiled and winked cutely before lifting you off the counter. "Now if you wouldnt mind i do actually need a piss after the drinks earlier so." He gestured towards the door and you nodded leaving the bathroom, blowing him a kiss as you did."

After hearing the lock again, you turned round to see Sammy stood behind you smirking with her arms folded over her chest. "Kyla, have you Frank got a little thing going by any chance?" You went slightly pale, went to say something but sammy cut you off. "Actually don't answer i already know the answer, not like you two were hiding it when he walked away from you smriking in here earlier, or when we came to see you after you screamed, you were so cuddled up to him!" You let a small smile creep onto your lips at how Sammy was adoring you and Frank together. "Mhm, like how youve been flirting and giggling with Peter all night?" Suddenly Sammy went pale herself before you looked over her shoulder to see and slightly stunned Peter looking at the two of you. "Sammy has been flirting with me?" You smiled at how cutely naive Peter was and how red Sammy had gone.

Sammy came up with an excuse to leave the room and headed into the main lobby. You got chatting with Peter before suddenly Sammy was being ushered back into the room at gunpoint by joey. Peter looked at the scene concerned. "Don't point that at, Sammy Joey." Joey briefly pointed her gun at Peter then at youas a warning. "Where. The fuck. Is frank?" You reluctantly pointed at the bathroom door. Almost on que, said door opened with Frank coming out the bathroom mumbling to himself before he looked up and widened his eyes slightly, putting his hands the air. "H-hey Joey, what's going on?" Joey kept her glare firmly on Frank. "Why'd you do it?" Frank tilted his head, confused. "Do what?" You glanced between Joey and Frank nervously. Frank had literally just swore you wouldn't get hurt, that he'd protect you, how could he do if he was dead? "Bring us here to kill us."

You, Sammy and Peter all looked at Frank in surprise at the accusation, Frank narrowed his eyes and poked the inside of his cheek with his tounge. "Don't do it Peter." All of you looked at Peter who was still just stood there, before turning back around to see Frank had pulled out his gun, which was now pointed at Joey. "I don't know what the fuck your talking about but you don't sound very calm right now little miss paranoid, so forgive the precaution. You guys know what the fuck she's talking about?" You and Sammy shook your heads, peter tried to give more of an answer. "I think she thinks you brought us here to kill us." You sighedpinching the bridge of your nose. "Wow. Fantastic insight Peter. Care to share whats on your mind Joey?" Joey tightened her grip on her gun. "You're Valdez." Frank looked rather offended at this. "You told the girl. You killed dean. and you just killed Rickles."

"I didn't tell that girl shit-"

"Bullshit!"

"Wow you got a lot going on up there junkie, but your brains not quite putting together huh? You let a little girl get inside your head? Your not as smart as you think you are. But the girl, she's fucking inspired, turning us agaisnt each other like this." Joey's eyes narrowed. "I believe her." Frank sighed before glancing at Peter. "I hate to say it but i think well have to get rough with her." Peter sighed before putting his glass down. "I'll do it." Joey tensed up before glancing at Peter who was heading for the door. "Dont take another fucking step Peter."

"Is just my job Joey."

"Look i just wanna get to the bottom of this. Yknow my team is dropping like flies, and well, our guest has besmirched my good name, and i take that very personally yknow?" Frank gave a small nod and Peter took off running. Joey sighed taking one last look at Frank before running after peter. Frank joined the line and started following Joey with his gun still raised. You and Sammy looked at each other before also following. By the time you both got there, Joey had her gun pointed at Peter, Frank had his gun pointed at her and Abigail was sat on the bed, frantically asking Joey questions about what was going on. You watched as the three of them started arguing before Sammy gave your shoulder and tap. You looked at her then where she was looking.

Abigail, now not looking so innocent or frightened, cracked her hands and slid them out of the cuffs with ease before standing up on the bed. "Guuuuuuys!" The other three turned their heads to abigail right as she bowed down, covering her face with her arms. "What the fuck, how the fuck did she get outta those cuffs?" Before anyone could say another thing, Abigail dropped her arms and screamed, revealing that she was a vampire, and most likely valdez. Curses filled the air before the little monster pounced onto Peter's back and raised her head back to bige him. Just before she could however, Frank shot her in the head. She dropped to the ground and Peter rushed over away from the corpse. Well so you though, because mere seconds later, Abigail sat up and wiped the blood from her forehead, revealing no wound.

Sammy and Peter quickly left the room, Joey and Frank started shooting at Abigail but you just froze. Right as Joey and Frank backed up to the door, Abigail turned her gaze to you. She started charging at you before Frank's strong grip on your arm pulled you behind him, allowing him to shoot one more shot at abigail before slamming and locking the door. Frank backed up, keeping you behind him before the rest of you rushed down to the lobby where peter and sammy were catching their breath. "We kidnapped a fucking vampire!"

"Someone has been messing with us since we got here right? Its gotta be uh, uh some kind of trick." Joey turned round looking at him. "You know anyone who could pull off a trick like that?" Sammy held her head. "I feel sick."

"At least Valdez isn't here?"

"The fucking girl is Valdez Peter." Peter looked at Frank confused. "I thought her name was Abigail?" Frank just sighed mumbling his fustrations, when suddenly the banging from Abigail's room stopped. You looked up and round. "Now what the fuck do we do?" You said rubbing your arm. "Well what do we know about vampires?"

"What are we talking about like an anne rice, or trueblood, twilight, very different kinds of vampires?" Joey then started listing all the basics about vampires, soon Sammy and Frank Joined in, all while Peter stood aside telling the rest of you to "Shut up!" But when he said it one too many times, Frank walked over and wrapped his hand round peter's neck. Although you knew this was not the time, all you could imagine was Frank's hand your neck. Thankfully the red on your face could be easily mistaken for being oit of breath from the running. "Hey dum dum, we got a real fucking situation here. So i dont give a shit what you think. Either your helping us, or your 270 pounds of dead weight. Which is it?" Peter looked down at Frank and with what air he had, confirmed he would be helping. He then grasped Frank's wrist and forefully removed his hand from his neck. "Just don't do that again."

Despite the fact that Frank had a man that easily could beat him up, towering over him, he still maintained control. "There's pool cues in the games room, go sharpen 'em into stakes." Peter nodded slowly before walkin g off to the game room as instructed. Frank then gestured to sammy with his gun. "You, go check the kitchen for garlic." Sammy raised an eyebrow. "Alone?"

"Yes alone!" Sammy threw her hands up before heading of to the kitchen. "Ill go see if i can find anything." Joey went off to look, leaving you and frank. He let out a big sigh and swept his hair back before looking at you. You had a small cheeky grin plastered across your lips. "What? What's so funny? Hmm?" The sight of your little smirk did put a small smile on Franks face aswell. "I know Peter said he doesnt want you putting your hand round his neck." You went over and tugged on his jacket to bring him down so that you could whisper in his ear. "But, I'd happily let you put it round mine." You took a step back to see Frank trying to hold backa smile. "Oh is that so princess?" You nodded before letting out a small gasp when he gave your ass a smack. You giggled and were about give his lips a peck when Sammy burst into the room, mesh bag in hand.

"Got 'em!" You took one look in the bag and covered your mouth with your fingers to conceal a giggle. "Sammy, those are fucking onions." Sammy, looked at the bag and furrowed her brows. "Well i dont cook, i dont know." Peter walked back in, pool cues in hand. Uoey walked back in, empty handed. "Right, lets go kill us a fuckiing vampire." Frank started heading towards the kitchen before Joey stopped him. "I'm staying here." You all looked at her dumbfounded, before Frank asked what you were all thinking. "And why the fuck not?"

"You said it yourself, this girl is smart. shes been manipulating us from the start. We dont know if any of this stuff is gonna work, and even if it does, killing her would be the stupidest thing we could do." Frank sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did no have the energy nor the paitence to argure right now. "Fine. Whatever, go put your feet up." Frank was about to start walking again when he looked at you. "Hey sweetheart, how about you stay down here with Joey for ,e? It's safer here than making you come with us ok?" You nodded and stepped over to Joey. "You two on me. Fucking onions." Frank led Sammy and Peter to the ktchen as Joey brought you to the game room where her bag was.

You got sat down, as did joey as she checked her guns ammo. You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously when you both looked up, hearing swan lake playing faintly from above you. "That cant be good in any way." Joey shook her head before rootingf through her bag. You glanced over at her. "You got some special anti vampire antidote in there or something?" She then pulled out the second anaesthetic syringe smiling. "Something like that."

After a few minutes you heard the others coming back down, and it didnt sound good, Frank was yelling ever curse under the sun and Sammy and Peter werw whimpering in pain. You and Joey headed to the bottom of the stairs to see Frank with a makeshift stake through his right thigh, Peter had a bloody chest and Sammy just look very out of breath. You quickly helped Frank into a chair and held his hand. He managed to stop cursing for a moment, well kind of. "I swear if you fucking say i told you so." He aggressivly pointed at Joey who rolled her eyes and walked over and grasped the end of the stake. She went to pull it out, before you shoved her away. "Have a fucking heart Joey. Just go Check on Peter." She looked surpised at your sudden asertivness but did so as you turned to frank who had his head tipped back trying not to cry and he groaned in pain and cursed some more.

You got him to look into your eyes as you gripped the stake. "Frank, count down from 3 for me ok?" He nodded and got to 2 before you quickly ripped the stake out. Frank keeled over, once again cursing as you reached in Joey's bag beside you and pulled out enough gauze pads and bandages to help the wound. Once you wrapped the wound, you stood up, pulling Frank's head forward so her forehead rested on your chest as you kissed the top of his head. His arms wrapped round your waist, pulling you closer to him as you stroked his hair. You smiled down at him before Sammy cleared her throat. "You two done cuddle fucking so we can go through the new plan." You raised an eyebrow before Frank flipped them off.

Joey explained that you would all split up lookin g for Abigail and whoever found her, would alert Joey who would jab Abigail with the syringe. You disscussed who was going where before starting the hunt. For the 15 minutes there was nothing. However Sammy started cutting out but you still make out her screaming about bodies in the pool. Joey started rushing towards the pool when Peter started screaming about the "Vampire on his ass." Wonderful.

Once You and Joey checked on Sammy, who now stunk to high heaven, you all headed to the east stairs where you saw Peter laid omn the ground anmd Abigail stood on Frank, choking and taunting him. Your blood ran cold and before you knew it, you were dragging the little vampire off of Frank. She somehow managed to knock the syringe out Joeys hand and behind a gate as she flailed around in your arms. Unfortunatly she managed to get the upper hand and kicked you backwards onto frank as sammy grabbed her from behind. You sat up with Frank in time to see Abigail sink her teeth into Sammy's arm. As a result, Sammy shoved Abigail towards you and frank. He quickly pushed you away from him, letting abigail grab his ankle at start to fly, dragging him with her.

You got up to stop her, but Peter came out of nowhere and tackled the girl to the floor, holding her under him as you pulled Frank back towards the stairs, before he pulled you behind him panting. By now you were all screaming at Joey to get the syringe before she finally grabbed it and rushed over, sticking it into Abigails arm. Abigail started screaming and cursing at all of you before she finally went down. You all sat back panting before Peter raised a good point. "What do we do with her now? She wont stay like that forever and clearly the cuffs are no good." You thought for second. "I've got it, next to the kitchen is a storage room and a dead elevator, we could lock her in that." Joey nodded as Peter picked up abigail and carried her down to the elevator.

Once Abigail was layed in the dead elevator with the gate sercuely locked, you and Frank headed into the kitchen and sat at the table whilst Peter stayed with Sammy and Joey as Joey bandaged up the bite mark on Sammy's arm. You were bouncing your leg whilst deep in thought when Frank's hand gently layed on shaking thigh, catching your attention. "You alright sweetheart?" His worried eyes met yours, before you smiled softly placing your hand on his. "Just thinking dear, you can relax a bit, im not made of glass and i can defend myself." He smiled slightly and kissed the back of your hand.

Before either of you could say another thing, Joey called you over to the elevator as Abigail was once again awake. She rattled the bars of the gate, pretending to plead with you all before shut it down and Abigail went back to her demonic self. "Your really good at pretending to bne a little girl." Abigail gave a small curtsey. "Thank you, had a few centuries of experience."

"Tell us how to get out of here, and we'll let you go." You looked at Joey slightly concerned on whether she was serious or not. Abigail smiled and shook her head before Sammy came storming foward, having to be held back by you and Joey. "Hey! What's gonna happen to me?"Abigail shurgged. "Am i gonna turn into a vampire?!" Abigail thought for a seond. "Maybe?" Sammy looked between her and Joey for a second before pacing back and throwing her hands up. "Oh my god! She said maybe!" Peter stood back and tried to comfort the ditressed blonde. "Listen, little lady, or ma'am, whatever. We're very sorry, ok? We didnt know who you were, we thought you were just some fucking regular 12 year old girl."

"You were gonna beat me and torture me, when you thought i was just a regular 12 year old girl?" Frank was about yo contiue before you stepped foward. "Yeah and we still have good reason to, so i suggest you shut your spiky little mouth sweetheart." Abigail raised her eyebrows at you. "So you do speak, i thought all mouth did was eat." You narrowed your eyes, not taking the comment to heart. "Listen here you little brat, as soon as i get my hands on you, im gonna drive 100 stakes through that rotten little heart of yours-" Frank pulled you back. "Alright that's enough Kyla, Abigail, look. Like i say, we're very sorry, we would never of taken you if we knew who your father was."

"You did work for him didnt you?" All eyes turned to Frank. "Havent you wondered why i brought you all here?"

"You brought us here?" Abigail held her forehead cursing under her breath. "There was never any money, i planned all of this. Lambert works for me." You and Frank let out a sigh of disapointment. "What are you talking about?" Abigail turned to Sammy. "Don't you know, Jessie?" Your eyes flicked between Abigail and Sammy. "What did you just call me?" Abigail chuckled before continuing. "Jessica Hurney.You started your career siphoning money from your affluent parents’ bank accounts. Hedge funds came next,then private offshore accounts,and eventually, much bigger fish. One in particular." Sammy went slightly pale before clearing her throat. "I can give it back." Abigail pretty much ignored her as she turned to Peter.

"Terrence Lacroix. Muscle for the Montreal Broussard family. Did it bore you, snapping necks for pay? Enduring endless taunts from your colleagues about your stunted intellect? Is that why you stole from your crew, who just happened to be a tiny subsidiary of our empire? How long did the money last, you weak, disloyal inebriate?" Peter stayed quiet as Abigail now turned to Frank.

"Former Detective Adam Barrett. You thought you could infiltrate our New York arm under deep cover. But you liked the life a little too much, didn’t you? The power you had when you were free of rules and regulations. It became an addiction. How empty did you feel when you finally arrested our three lieutenants you’d worked so hard to get close to? And how empty did you feel after I ripped up their bodies in the hotel penthouse because of you? You changed your name, you left town, and you never saw your family again. But it wasn’t for their safety, was it, Detective Barrett?" Your blood ran cold as Abigail mentioned he had a family, that he left, he wouldnt do that to you right? Right?

"We have the tragic Ana Lucia Cruz. Former Army medic drummed out of service for shooting up Uncle Sam’s morphine. You tried to take care of your son, before abandoning him to his fuckup of a father. You became an underground doctor for some very shady people. But one day, you were just too high to do your job, and instead of removing a bullet, you nicked an artery, and someone very important to my father’s business bled out. But you and Detective Barrett have something in common. You never went back for your son."

"Shut the fuck up!" Joey's words fell on deaf ears to you as Abigail turned to you smirking. "Finally, we have the pathetic, seemingly innocent, Y/n, Y/m/n, Y/l/n. The woman who not only allowed, but watched as her mother was murdered. You played the victim when the police arrived, and managed to walk away with 20 grand as inheritance. And that grew into a habit didn't it? You learned by acting differently around different people, you could get whatever your greedy heart desired didn't you? But little did you know, before you were even born, your mother had part of my fathers top advisers, how do you think she afforded to give you your luxury childhood hmm?" You now had tears threatening to spill from your rage filled eyes as you glared at Abigail.

"That woman was evil, she didn't care about me in the slightest, she deserved every second of it!" Frank pulled you towards him and rubbed your back. "And what do you tell yourself huh? That you wanna be your daddy's little errand girl? No, he did lose intrest in you, that wasn't a lie. How many of your fathers enemies do you think your gonna have to kill, until he loves you again?" Abigail's smirk dropped and she stayed quiet. "If this is about revenge, why didnt you just kill us? Why did you bring us here?"

"Because it isn't. This is just a game to her."

"Bullshit, she was screaming at the house, and dad triggered the alarm."

Joey tilted her head. "That wasnt even her father. That wasnt Lazar. And for what? Because your fucking bored? For your fucking entertainment?"

"What can i say? I like to play with my food. Your the same as all the other meat sacks ive brought here over the years, nothing different about any of you, nothing special. Just something to help me pass the time." Joey narrowed her eyes. "Quick question, whos in a cage right now?" Abigail's smile faltered for a second. "If you let me out, ill let two of you live." Peter looked at the rest of you for a second before looking back at abigial. "Which two?" You quickly turned to hum. "Peter what the fuck?"

"It's a surprise." Frank pulled his gun out. "Fuck this, lets just kill her now." Abigail smiled evily at him. "You tried that Frank, if you would like to open this door and try again, please do." You rolled your eyes. "God she's annoying."

"My offer just expired. Now i'll only let one of you live, whoever lets me out." Your eyes glanced over at Peter who had tensed up before he pulled his gun out and pointed it at Joey who did the same thing, pointing it at Peter. "She's fucking lying moron, you touch that door your as dead as the rest of us." Peter nodded his head to the side. "Maybe it's worth a try." You clenched your fists nervously as Joey tied to talk him out of it. "We have her Peter, that's why we did this, so we could trade her for our lives."

"That will never happen, Joey was right, no matter how many of you i kill, my father doesnt love me and hes not gonna trade anything for me. So go on Peter, let me out." Peter looked at the lock of the door for second then back up at joey. "Peter if you touch that door i will shoot you." Despite the warnings both Joey and Frank had given him , Peter still slowly reached for the lock before Joey aimed her gun lower and shot Peter in the hip. He yelled out in pain as you removed his gun from his hand. "Cmon, let me go patch you up, Frank, Kyla, help me out, Sammy watch her." Sammy snorted before shaking her head. "Fuck that shit." Joey was about to arugue before Sammy spoke again. "I'm not staying down here with that, fuck that shit joey." Joey sighed before glancing at Frank, he nodded as you and her helped Peter out of the room and to where her bag was.

Frank sat down groaning and took off his glasses to pinch his nose. By now his head had started throbbing from the extensive stress and blood loss. "The offer still stands Frank. Open the door and ill let you keep all your blood." Frank chuckled lightly and looked at her with an 'oh really' face. "Organs too." Frank looked down at his lap shaking his head. "Im serious. You could be useful to us."

"Why don't you, tell me, how to get the fuck outta here,... and ill consider it." Abigail raised an eyebrow at him. "If i told you, you'd just leave me here. You first." Frank put his glasses back on and gestured with the stake in his hand. "You know what? My offer just expired. Have fun spending eternity in a fucking elevator." He started walking away when Abigail piped up. "Wait. Ill tell you. But you have to let me out immediatly after i do." Frank stopped and slowly turned back around. "Alright, fine. It's a deal."

"There's a secret door in the library, the bookshelf on ghe right wall, and then there were none." Frank smiled and hummed. "Very good, thanks." Abigail tilted her head. "Wait, a deals a deal." Frank spun on his heels. "Oh right, the deal. Aint i a silly billy?" Abigail gave a fake smile as he walked over and held the key. He half turned the key before turning it back again, taking it out and letting it drop onto the floor. "Still guilable at your age? You fucking freak." He chuckled looking down at the bloody girl before she start giggling manically. "What's so fucking funny?" Abigails face turned dead for second before she shoved the door off it's hinges, sending it and Frank flying back.

You and Joey both heard the bang and looked at each other before both running down to the room. By the time you got there, Abigail was stood over Frank. She looked up at you both before smiling and kneeling down on Frank, grabbing his collar. Joey quickly grabbed Frank's stake off the floor and busted open some wooden boards. Daylight shone threw the cracks and right as Abigail reared back her head to bite into Frank's neck, the light hit her arm, causing it to explode. She screamed out in agony and crawled backwards away from the light. You quickly ran over and helped Frank to his feet, his face now covered in blood. You all bolted out the room, the last thing you saw was the bone in Abigail's arm starting to heal and regrow. You all ran up to Sammy and Peter, and frantically told them to follow you to the library.

Once everyone made it there, you slammed the doors shut and put a chair under the handles. Joey and Peter were stood in the sunlight catching their breaths but Sammy stood just out of it. She slowly put her finger into the light, and when nothing happened, she smiled and stepped into the sunlight, practically bathing in it happily. "Looking for some light reading Frank?" When you looked over Frank was intently looking at the titles of the books on she shelf. "Shut the fuck up." Suddenly his finger stopped on the spine of one book. He looked over at the rest of you smirking. "And then there were none." He pulled the book down, expecting something to happen, but when nothing did happen, he started angrily cursing and knocking all the books off their shelves before limping over and throwing his stake onto the gorund as he sat down on the steps holding his head.

"You good?" Frank removed his glasses and wiped some blood from his face. "So what the fuck now?" Frank looked up at Joey panting. "She was already healing, you and Kyla saw it aswell. Keep an eye on the door, stay in the light." You all watched as Joey started looking round the library. First she looked up the fire place, then headed to a wall by the door. She knocked on it and pressed her ear against it, before back to you all. "Grab something, we can break through this wall." You tilted your head before stepping towards her. "Look Joey, we dont even know what's behind that wall, it could quite literally just be a hole in the wall they boarded up, its not worth wasting our energy on. If you want to try and break into the wall, go ahead, but i don't think any of us have the energy to spair at the moment." Joey looked over your shoulder to see Sammy, Peter and Frank all giving her the same expression, an expression that agreed with you. She crouched down and picked up a fire poker before coming back up to your level, noses almost touching before she spat out a "Fine".

You sighed as she headed back over to the wall and started beating at it. You layed on the top step with you head in Frank's lap, if you were most liekly gonna die in the next 24 hours, you might as well enjoy what time you had left. Frank's, thankfully not bloody, hand soon found hair and stroked it soothingly. Neither Peter nor Sammy seemed fazed by you and Frank, by now it seemed normal to them. You started getting lost in thought when Peter's voice broke you from your thoughts. "Kyla, what did Abigail mean about you watching your mother die?" You turned you head to the side to look at Peter. "What's it matter, the story will die with me in the next 24 hours anyways?" Frank's hand stopped in your hair for a moment. "Well if you are gonna die, you might as well share the story one last time sweetheart." You looked up at Frank who was smiling down at you.

You thought about it for a second before sighing. “Honestly she deserved every second of it. She made my childhood, my life a living hell. She genuinely thought that if she bought me all the expensive toys, dresses, material shit, she thought that it all made up for the fact that she starved and endangered me, just so that I was pretty. Y'know as i got older, i started realizing what she was doing, we argued about it more and more. Then one night, the week after my 17th birthday, we were giving each other the silent treatment after another fucking argument, I was sat on the floor watching some movie, she was sat in her chair, probably texting some younger guy to hook up with and there was this, client. She had severely pissed him off and he snuck into the house,and he….he stabbed her 18 times, right in front of me, all while she screamed for me to stop him. A-and I just sat there, and I watched, smiling. The police arrived about 10 minutes later and I acted like I didn't see it happen, got away with my inheritance and went on with my life, like nothing had happened. But the thing was, i feel like, like if that fucking derranged guy didn't kill her that night, i feel like, i-i wasnt far off of doing it myself."

Your voice cracked a couple times before you shook away any regret for what you had just said. "Shit. Didn't expect that from you." Your eyes moved up at met the surpirsed gaze of Sammy. "How long ago was it? You sat up and leaned agaisnt Frank who wrapped his arm round you. "7 years ago now." You held Frank's hand when you heard Joey grunt loudly and throw the firepoker onto the ground. She walked over, sat by your feet , reached into her pocket and pulled out her paper candy bag. However when she dug her fingers into, there was no more candy left. Joey scrunched up the bag in her hand and rested her head on her hand. "Aw you ran outta candy?" Sammy looked at Joey before getting up and walking over, taking a seat next to her. "Im scared."

Joey looked at the blonde before offering her smile and rubbing her arm. "Was that true, what she said about your son?" Joey looked down before nodding. "But i got clean. I was gonna go back for him, that was-, is the plan." Sammy nodded. "That's good, how often do you get to talk to him?"

"I try calling him, i just, i can't do it. That's why i took this job. With that money i can, start over yknow? Reset."

"Boohoo. Fucking bullshit. It's not about the money, the moneyys an excuse. You didn't go back for your kid because you scared youll be a piece of shit mother. God everyones gotta be a fucking victim nowadays. Aww 'i left because i was on drugs. I was on drugs because i got hurt.' Own your fucking shit and go be mother to that kid." Sammy and Joey looked at him almost in shock. "Oh im sorry, did i hit a fucking nerve?" You gave him a smack and shook your head when he looked at you confused. "Honestly Joey, for what it's worth, i think youll make a great mother, you cant be any worse than mine was alright?" Joey smiled at you and gave a subtle thank you.

Suddenly Sammy's eyes widened before stood up. "Reset. I don't need to hack the locks i just need a power source. And if i have the power source we can just, short it." Frank scoffed. "What so you'll just unplug the house?" Sammy nodded before Joey got up. "Ok we search the house. 2 teams. And we don't stop till we find it." You got up, a sense of hope rushing through you. "Well who's going with twilight here?" Peter got up holding a reflective silver tray. "Ill go with her, i uh, saw your reflection in this earlier." Sammy smiled and took the tray from Peter's hand, using it as a mirror. "Oh my god im filthy!" Peter chuckled and she dropped the tray as they began to walk off. You, Joey and Frank looked at each other before getting up and going to look yourselves.

You all started looking round an old decreped room of the house that hadnt been touched already during your stay. Although he knew you probably didnt need it, Frank still stayed close to you. You pulled some vines off of a wall with your torch in your mouth but found nothing. Joey split off down a near by corridor to expand the search whilst Frank helped you continue to search the large room you were in. You glanced over at Frank and smiled to yourself. "Yknow something?" He turned to look at you, blinding you with his torch for a second before lowering it. "Yeah?" Yousat down on the base of a statue looking up at him. "I always used to dream of dating a cop." Frank chuckled before shaking his head. "Look sweetheart, i know i used to be, but im nowhere close to being a cop anymore. I left that life behind me."

"Like how you left your family?" His eyes suddenly shot up to see yours were no longer happy, but filled with disapointment and maybe even fear. Frank shook his head and was about to explain himself but you just held your hand up before pushing yourself to your feet and walking over to him. "Frank? Be honest, are you gonna do that to me?" Frank quickly shook his head and held your face between his hands. "Listen, my ex wife and kid, they didnt want me around, they didnt love me, they practically threw me away so i them away with my old life, but you, you're nothing like that. I'd rather burn alive then leave you. You're so beautiful and so sweet, and i promise, i will never. Ever leave you, ok?" You gave a small nod before he leaned down and planted a loving kiss on your lips."

You smiled and were about to throw your arms around him before Sammy's voice came over the comms. "She's on the east side!" Frank immediatly took your hand and started running towards the area where Sammy and Peter had gone. He accidentaly bumbed into Joey, giving the three of you a quick scare before continuing to make your way over. You managed to get there quickly, and stopped at the doorway of the long room. It was a long thin room with overgrowth coverinng most of the walls. Along one wall of the room were windows covered mostly by boards, allowing sunlight to shine through and bounce off of the few marble statues dotted round the room. And there at the other end of the room, was Sammy, knelt down infront of Peter's bloody body. From what you could see, he had a chunk of his throat ripped out and bloody spilling out of the open wound.

Sammy started to charge at you before Joey quicjly grabbed the silver tray from the floor and held it above her head, angling it in the sun so that the light hit the reflective surface and bounced off straight onto Sammy. Her body immediatly exploded, sending a gallon of blood and guts splattering onto the three of you. Thankfully you and Frank had raised your arms, and Joey still held the tray, so not much blood got on your faces. However it still drenched your hair and clothes. You all slowly lowered your face shields slowly, shock and horror plastered on your faces. Joey dropped the tray and stumbled back slightly as Frank removed his glasses and looked round. You cursed under your breath and leant agaisnt a pillar. "That was fucking,... woah." All three of you just kind of stood there for a few seconds, too shocked to know what to do next. "Now what do we do about the real fucking problem?" Almost on que, a small creaking turned all your attentions to a bookcase that had swung open to reveal a secret passage.

"Oh no, oh no. He's dead, she got him, oh noo." Immediatly you could tell something was off with Sammy, she sounded far too sarcastic as she 'grieved' over Peter. "What happened?" Sammy quickly shushed joey. "Shes still in here." Joey glanced at you with a suspicious and worried look on her face. "Come over here Sammy." The blonde stayed together quiet for a second. "Fine." She slowly rose to her feet and turned around, revealing the bottom half of her face covered in blood and her teeth now jagged and pointy like Abigail's. "Run." Joey took off running, you grabbed Frank's hand and followed closely behind her, heading back to the library. Sammy, or rather, Abigail let out a screech and charged after you. You managed to get to the library, Sammy close behind when Joey pulled you and Frank over into the sunlight. Frank shoved you behind him and Joey protectively as Sammy entered the room. Sammy stopped by the door and looked round. "I always hated this room, my father turned me in here. Alot of painful memories." She continued to look up and round as if she was reminiscing before turning her gaze back to the three of you. "But it's never too late to make new ones."

"Well, thats uh-"

"A trap?"

You nodded staring at the door as Frank put his glasses back on. "But what the fuck else are we gonna do?" Joey pulled out her gun and you swapped yours with Frank for the last stake, before you all cautiously made you way over and into the hallway. The first part of the hallway looked like the inside of a thick wall with wooden supports along the walls and a few lit laterns providing as little light possible. The three of you then turned a corner to see a more house like set of walls. They were a faded grey colour, with chunks of paint missing and peeling. You stalked your way to the end of the corridor where a tiled room, most likely storage, was open on your left. You all looked into the room to see a shut door, behind which you could hear muffled speaking. However this sound didnt sound like actual people having a conversation. Instead it sounded like a video being played.

As you inched closer to the door, you realised the sound was Frank, but from earlier when he called Joey a junkie. The three of you looked at each other before Joey yanked the door open, allowing Frank to step in. As soon as he did, he started charging foward, followed by you and Joey. There, infront of monitors playing the nights events, was Lambert, he was facing away from you, but not for long. Once Frank was in stranggling distance, Lambert spun round and snarled at the three of you, showing off his set of jagged teeth aswell. Frank stumbled back, holding his arm over your stomach to keep you back aswell. "Oh fuck! Your one of them, hes one of them!"

"Abigail turned me two years ago. She found out i helped you in new york. She came for me and threatened my family, Now all i do is bring her father's enemies here, so that she can play her little hunting game. But i am done." Frank's eyes quickly glanced at your frightened face before looking back at Lambert. "What's your fucking point?"

"No shit Frank." Joey held her gun pointed straight at Lambert as you watched on wide-eyed. "What the fuck is happening motherfucker?!" Lambert smirked. "I brought you here to offer you a deal." You pushed Frank's arm down and stepped foward. "We aren't taking any fucking deals." Joey stepped foward aswell. "Especially not from you, you bastar-" Before she could finish her sentence, both you amd Joey had Lambert holding you against the wall by the neck. "I wasn't talking to you two. I'm surprised the fat one made it this long." Both of you started to paw desperatly at Lambert's wrist, not that it was any use. He turned to Frank who looked into Lambert's eyes before a wave of realisation hit him and he lowered his gun. "You fucking set me up?"

"Fuck it. Bite me." You turned your eyes away from Frank, still pawing at Lambert's wrists. Lambert chuckled as Frank smirked at him before slamming you and Joey against the wall, rendering you both on the verge between conciousness and unconciousness. Lambert threw you both on the floor behind him and walked over to Frank before sinking his teeth into Frank's neck. Frank let out a tring of curses as he backed up into the wall and slid down it. Lambert bit his own am before holding over Frank and letting his blood drip into his mouth. By now Joey was starting to come to and quietly crawled over to you. As she gently shook you to try and make you come to, Frank began to gag before spewing up god knows how much blood. He did so for a solid 10 seconds before his head dropped down groggily.

"You can die here. Or you can help me kill Abigail. Help me take her, and you can have anything you fucking want. But you'll need a little upgrade." You let out a small plead. "Im not gonna become a fucking puppet like sammy, fuck no." Lambert smiled and shook his head. "No. You'd be just like me. You get the complete treatment. Total autonomy." Franks eyes glanced back at you and Joey again. "Ive told Lazar theres a problem, he's on his way. We'll kill the girl. We'll kill her father. And we'll take over the whole fucking thing." You let out another pathetic plead for Frank before your heart dropped.

By now, you had slowly come to, only to look over and see Frank, in not the best shape, you let out a small whimper. To make matters worse, Lambert turned round to see you amd Joey looking up at him like frightened puppies. "Oh, your still with us? The big ones are always the stubborn ones. Frank, meet your first victims." Lambert look down at you both with an evil smirk as Frank's bloody self stood up behind him. You and Joey both crawled back slightly before the tip of the stake suddenly burst through Lambert's chest, causing him to yell in pain before exploding, just like Sammy did. His blood covered both you and joey, making you flinch and tense up.

You wiped your eyes and looked up to Frank, practically drenched in blood, now also with the vampire teeth you had seen one too many times in the last 24 hours. He chuckled looking down at the puddle of blood that used to be Lambert. "That's for setting me up and speaking to her like that you, you backstabbing prick." Frank slowly looked up grinning at you and joey, as he removed his glasses. His blue eyes seemed to shine through the blood covering his face, maybe signifying there was still some softness in him. "Oh yeah, i feel fucking great." Joey crawled infront of you slightly and picked up the stake from the ground infront of her, holding it out shakily.

Frank was about to say something when a soft humming caught all your attention. Your heads turned to the doo where Abigail was now stood. "So you found Lambert. Did he try and convince you to take it all before you killed him?" Abigail started giggling and Frank smiled tilting his head. "Our game ends here, ive made sure of that." Abigail charged towards Frank but before she could touch him, he grabbed the stake from Joey's hand and stuck in dead in the centre of Abigail's chest. Another explosion of blood. Frank turned back to you and Joey, grinning and chuckling as he looked down at your shaking frames. Frank tilted his head, still grinning before he crouched down to your level, looking right at Joey.

"Listen to me very carefully Joey, you're gonna leave, get yourself cleaned up and go to your kid. You're gonna go live your life with him, and you're gonna forget this night ever happened. But, if I find you telling anyone whatsoever, I will personally ensure that your head is torn from your shoulders, am I understood?" Joey nodded quickly and slowly rose to her feet. You also rose to your feet, but frank looked at you and chuckled evily. "Oh no sweetheart, you aren't going anyway, I said Joey could go, not you." You turned pale immediately thinking frank was gonna make you his puppet or just eat you.

"Joey please don't me leave me here." Tears welled in your eyes as you pleaded for Joey to help you. Joey did stop by the door before Frank gave her a final warning. "Joey I suggest you leave us before I change my mind about letting you off so easy." You shook your head as tears spilled but Joey simply mouthed sorry and took off. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared to feel fangs dig into your neck.

However, when you felt nothing, you slowly opened your eyes to see frank looking, just unimpressed? “Darling, you think I've kept you to torture? After the night we've Spent together I thought you'd know better than that.” You simply stared at him before realizing he was serious. Frank just wanted you to stay with him, as his. Relief flooded over you before you felt Frank’s soft, but bloody lips pressed against yours. You wrapped your arm around him and hummed before he pulled back. “Shall We maybe go get cleaned up then?” Frank's sweet smile appeared as he held his hand out. His teeth didn't appear jagged or monster-like as he did, they were his normal pearly whites.

Slowly you took his hand before he guided you out of the room and back into the library, the sun had gone back down so Frank could walk around Care free as he led you to the room he had set up in, which thankfully had a shower. And as you walked, you realized that maybe, just maybe, living with an upgraded version of the man that fell for you on a kidnapping mission, wouldn't be so bad after all?

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*sighs* fucking finally.

I do plan to do a part 2 of this where they can finally fuck. However ,if yall are intrested, I will also write an alternate ending for all you angst obsessed peeps where frank does end up evil evil and dying like the original film.

I really hope this is ok, I've never written anything this long before so you can imagine this has took quite the time to write. I would really appreciate reblogs, likes and comments on this fic as my back is blown from sitting in the middle of my bed and my brain is sufficiently fucked and won't be writing anything for the next few months :)

Anyway that's all from me for now lovelys!

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[deadricslover]

second time's a charm

here's my masterlist!

a/n: ^^^that's a gif btw idk why it's not playing for me. can u see it?

summary: your younger sister called recently to tell you she had found a boyfriend and she wanted you all as a family to meet him.

warnings: again, like the last post. the focus isn't on Bruce being your partner in this one...

pairings: fem!reader x bale!Bruce Wayne

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Two weeks ago your younger sister, Anna called you up and told you that she got a boyfriend and wanted you to meet him. Of course you said yes, as big sister duty and to see who has your baby sister's heart. She knew when she asked that you would want to meet him, but why she really wanted you two to meet was because she needed your opinion and approval. As silly as it sounded, she wouldn't want to be with him if you didn't like him or thought she could do better as she valued your opinion ever so much, like any little sister would-- even though she's not so young anymore. You needed to be there though for different reasons, yes, you wanted to support Anna, but you also wanted to make sure things ran as smoothly as possible and not like when Bruce met your family. To be fair, then, it was uncharted waters and you didn't know what to expect. You want to prevent the invasive mother questions and protective dad mode from arising. Sure, a couple embarrassing stories would be fun, but as long as things didn't go overboard, you were good. You hadn't heard much about this boy only the things that Anna was willing to share when she called you late at night rambling about how their first date went and you could practically see her twirling her hair as if she was in a film.

"Is there a dress code for this sort of thing? Meeting your fiance's sister's boyfriend" Bruce asks from your shared bed while you root through the closet like a racoon in a bin trying to find the perfect fit for Bruce to wear. You felt like a mom picking out clothes for her child. You eventually find what you're looking for and throw it at him while replying

"Yes, not pyjamas. Now get changed"

"Yes, Mom" he says smiling looking for a reaction out of you

"Would you rather pick out an outfit for yourself?" you question, spinning back around to see him now standing up taking off his shirt

"no, you just always do such a good job"

"do you want me to change you too?" you ask, now bickering like an old couple

"you know, I wouldn't mind-" he starts

"tough, you're a grown man that should be able to change AND pick out his own clothes" you say cracking a little smile, despite your efforts to not let it show. You close the door before he had a chance to say something else and also so he didn't she the grin creeping up on your face. You go straight to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water because who knew finding clothes for Bruce to wear would be so hard. Not like you hadn't done it hundred times.

Time passes and you two leave to go to your childhood home. It was safe to say you were probably in for a stressful night, constantly listening to make sure your parents don't drift in to a conversation tat would make Anna or her boyfriend uncomfortable. You and Bruce both knew that. The drive to the house was normal, but Bruce could sense that you were slightly worried at the possibilities.

"there's no need to worry, my love. Anna and the new boy should be the nervous ones" He comforts rubbing your hand as much as he could while driving while driving.

"if I don't like him, it will really effect how Anna sees this guy. I just want it to go well. Of course I want to like him and even if I don't, I'm not sure whether to mention it to Anna or to keep it a secret, if I keep it to myself then I feel like she might ignore all the red flags and I don't want her to get hurt but if I do tell her then I will feel like the bad person and that she can't make her own decisions an-" Bruce cuts you off

"you're rambling. I understand you're worried but everything will be fine, I promise" he reassures you sweetly, glancing over to you sitting in the passenger seat. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth to place it a little kiss into the back of it.

You step out of the car grabbing the last minute things that your dad asked you to pick up on the way here. Bruce meets you at your side and you walk to the door together, entering the house after a quick knock. You are met by your younger brother running up to the door grabbing onto you squeezing the life out his older sister.

You squat down to give him a proper embrace. "hi, big boy! you've grown so much"

"everyone's so excited to see you and mom is shouting at dad a lot" he innocently tells you. bless him for not knowing better.

"and we're here to fix that" you reply to your younger brother, max while getting up to say hi to everyone else. as you're walking away max runs up to Bruce and Bruce picks him up and they exchange greetings. Max looks up to Bruce so much, it's honestly so adorable.

someone that you do not yet recognise catches your attention and you soon realise that it must be the boy of the night, Anna's boyfriend who you still do not know the name of.

"hi, I'm Anna's older sister" you say to him offering your name also. He sticks out his hand for you to shake which catches you off guard but you accept the gesture no less.

"I'm Claude. I am with your sister" he says, a slight French accent flowing it's way to your ears.

"ooh where's that accent from" you inquire not 100% sure if that's an ok question to ask, but you did it anyways.

"my parents are french, my older siblings and I were all born in France and lived there until about eight years ago." he responds with a smile sending proud of his roots

"me and my fiance-- who is somewhere-- were hoping to go next year. any recommendations as to where is nice?" you ask trying to make conversation

he gives you multiple lovely places, explaining each is heaps of detail. you take each into account and make a mental note to check them out later on.

you spot your parents in the kitchen but more specifically, your mother hanging over your father's shoulder bickering with him, telling him that he is cutting the food wrong.

"mom, I don't think you can cut potatoes wrong." you call out catching her attention. she spins around and notices you and visibly sighs in relief.

"thank God you're here" she wraps you in an embrace while telling you how happy she is that you're here.

"everything will be fine. don't worry" you reassure her even though you aren't thinking the same thing at all.

"Anna is upstairs. she wanted me to send you up when you arrived. Where's Bruce?" she inquires looking around.

"with his shadow. I'll go up to her now" you say leaving. passing Bruce and Max on the way, telling him where you're going. You knock on her door and walk in when she says it's good for you to enter. she is sitting at her desk with a mirror propped against the wall touching up her hair. She glances at you in the mirror, puts down the tool and jumps up to run to you.

"I missed you." she tells you into your neck

"I missed you more. sorry I couldn't see you sooner." you answer, pulling back and sitting on her bed.

she sits down next to you and you start to ask her about the boy and teasing her about it and she gets all red and shy but it's so sweet. you've never been in this position before as you only have two younger siblings and Anna is the older of the pair. you remember when she was obsessing over the peeta from the hunger games when she was younger and now look at her. she is graduating soon and you are simply not ready for that. yes, you're not her mother but still, it's strange seeing her like this. You two talk for a little while more before you decide to finish off her hair for her while listening to some nostalgic music from your childhood together.

"he's downstairs. I feel bad leaving him but I need to look good and I'm kinda nervous" she says fiddling with her eyelashes.

"you do look good. And he is definitely not just dating you for your amazing looks, there's no need to worry" you inform her telling the utter truth

There is a knock on the door interrupting you two.

"sorry to interrupt, your mom sent me up. Claude and your family are waiting downstairs because dinner is ready" Bruce says popping in the door.

"oh sorry, we're on our way. just need to make sure Anna is feeling her best" you reply smiling at her in the mirror.

"he seems great, I was talking to him downstairs when max went away to get his new firetruck, that's the only time I got a word in with someone else" Bruce says showing how obsessed your brother is with your boyfriend.

"yeah I think so too. unless he comes out with some major criminal record" you tell her honestly but also glancing to Bruce to see his reaction, as batman doesn't have the best reputation with the cops.

"trust me, he doesn't. he's a good guy" Anna replies giggling a little bit.

"when I introduced myself first, he seemed so starstruck and he was stuttering and getting shy, it was really funny. but to be fair, if I saw George Clooney I would too" Bruce follows up with which makes you laugh and so does anna.

"yeah except, you're not George Clooney" you reply smiling a little bit.

"just hope we turn out like you two. I really like him" she follows up with.

"you want to get engaged or you really like him? they are two different things"

"you can't have both" Bruce replies with still standing in the doorframe.

a look of horror paints it's way onto her face and you quickly have to reassure her you were kidding. you turn off the curler wand start walking down the stairs, encouraging Anna to go first but she didn't want to.

you felt a little bad for Claude waiting by himself downstairs, especially because he doesn't know anyone. Bruce is different, he knows your family and max would keep him occupied anyways. Bruce sits down pulling out a chair for you next to him as he does so. Anna sits down next to Claude also and you all begin eating as everyone is super hungry. During the dinner you kept glancing to Claude to find him glancing at Bruce still starstruck and also did exactly as you said you would, you kept Anna from getting too embarrassed to the point where she wanted to leave and was actually annoyed with your parents. Although, a couple funny childhood stories would be ok but you wanted to stand up for your baby sister when things might get a bit too much.

"so" your father starts talking

"Claude, how do you plan to treat my daughter?" he continues with

"Dad" you warn looking at him trying to prevent exactly what you were afraid of

"I'm kidding. It was a joke. Calm down, care bear. If your mom's dad asked me that at seventeen I would have started sweating and crying in front of him" he admits and the table starts laughing. max too just because everyone else is-- in particular, Bruce. maybe if you weren't so tense you would have noticed it was a joke. God, you needed wine

"wine anyone?" you ask the table getting up and grabbing the bottle of wine you brought. your mom accepts and Bruce denies as he is driving and your dad jut doesn't drink. Hopefully this will help you calm down

questions are thrown at Claude to try and get to know him and he kindly answers. You soon come to the conclusion that you were worrying for no reason at all and didn't need to be so uptight. When you thought you were out of the spotlight your mom brings up an old embarrassing story of you that she promised to never tell anyone. Bruce didn't even know this.

"she went out drinking with some of her friends one time and I knew that they were drinking but she legally was allowed to so I couldn't stop her. But I think we both wish she did listen to me. I waited up for her to make sure she was ok when she came home but nobody walked through the front door, so I went to bed. Maybe she was staying at a friends house and forgot to text or she could sill be out. I don't know. I get waken up by my phone ringing at five am and guess who it is" she says pointing to you at the last part as if the whole table didn't know.

"she was whispering 'mom, can you open the front door please.' thought nothing of it besides the fact it was five am. I opened the door and she wasn't there, so I called her back and asked where she was. she told me she was waiting outside. long story short, she wasn't at our house but a completely different neighbourhood knocking on some innocent families door with some strange woman that I didn't recognise when i picked her up. she told me 'mom, this is angelina' she comes over to me and whispers 'it's angelina jolie. be nice' she thought this random woman was angelina jolie and this poor woman was just following her around because they had been talking all night."

you drop your head in shame as she finishes off the story and embarrassment, Bruce glancing over to you multiple times because he could never imagine you getting that drunk.

"to be fair, I was new to drinking, didn't know my limits and wanted to have fun. Anna, do not ever do anything like that, it was the worst i has ever been it's not worth it"

"Wait, we were together then? You were at least twenty one then" Bruce comments

"yeah, I didn't call you back for like three days." you reply

" I called your parents to make sure you were ok. do you even remember this?" he asks

"no. so this could be completely made up" you admit knowing damn well it was real because of the terrible hangover you had

"oh it was real alright" your dad pipes in

"ok, can we drop it this is embarrassing." you ask ashamed

because of this simple ask, your parents do not in fact drop it and the night ends up being all about you instead of Claude and Anna which was a bit unfair but I guess it was better than embarrassing Anna.

The night ends when Claude's parents ask him to come home. You and Bruce set off then too saying goodbye to Anna, Max and your parents sarcastically thanking them for everything they said.

As you and Bruce drive home and get ready for bed, he won't drop the subject of you getting obliterated drunk.

"I can't wait until I see Alfred next. I'm going to ask him about all the times that you got drunk beyond your limits"

and with that he was quiet and dropped the topic.

"honestly, I think Claude had the hots for you more than Anna. he was staring at you the whole dinner" you say to him

"stop, he just met THE Bruce Wayne. of course he's gonna be starstruck" he replies

"you're so full of it"

and that's how the night you were scared about ended. you were slightly embarrassed to be honest because as you knew deep down in your brain, there was nothing to worry about.

[selenacosmic]

Hi can I request that an mc that is mostly quiet and stoic around the chosen warlord who already feel in love with mc at this point but is quite talkative around the others the reason for that is that mc actually loves him and finds the warlord very attractive but she is too shy to express it. Honestly would like to see all warlords but especially requesting for Mitsuhide, shingen and kenshin (and masamune if you are up for it)

Hello! This is such a sweet scenario! Thank you for the request.

Shy MC that looks stoic to them.

Oda forces.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

To mitsuhide, it’s surprising to meet someone that doesn’t react that much to his teasing, something that motivates him to find out how to draw a reaction out of you. He will try anything to make you flustered, blush and have cute reactions. He doesn’t like the fact that you only ever show more of your personality around others.

At first he wondered if you hated him, which would make sense since a lot of people dislike him. Though it would hurt since he holds you dearly in his heart. It’s only after he noticed through your body language that you are nervous and anxious when talking to him. A bit more researched showed him that you were just shy next to him. Well… let’s just say this information gave him more reason to tease you.

Masamune Date.

Masamune is quite the expressive guy, and he can tell that you can be pretty talkative with the other guys, but for some reason you are always serious when next to him. He wondered if maybe you were like Hideyoshi, finding his stunts troublesome. However, that made him spent more time next to you, to get along better with you.

Little does he know that you like him more than he could imagine. Of course, he has began to like you as well, though it hurted to think that you might not feel the same way. It’s only through the other warlords that he finds out about how shy you get around him. That is enough to give him hope.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin is used to people being afraid around him or becoming more serious as to not irritate him in any way possible. But it annoyed him that someone he has grown fond of was doing the same thing. Whenever you were around other people, you were always smiling beautiful, talking a lot with them, but whenever you were close to him, you would always become stoic and serious.

Something within him started to feel jealous of that, which would put him in a bad mood. Poor were his vassals and allies that had to calm him down by sparring with him. It takes both shingen and Yoshimoto to tell him the truth behind your change of mood whenever you were close to him to calm kenshin down.

Shingen Takeda.

Shingen is a master at knowing exactly how others feel or what they might be thinking, though you were a tough one, kind of like Sasuke. He was used to others falling for his flirting, getting clearly flattered by his words, but you always had a stoic expression near him. It hurted a bit since you would always show your beautiful expressions when talking to others.

It hurted even more when he grew fonder of you, admiring you from afar. He even thought about giving up going after you, though Sasuke came to the rescue and explained to shingen why your expression would change so much when you were near him. That gave him not only hope, but joy to know you felt the same way as him.