#what happens happens. gonna phone the shit out of these assholes until shit gets done cause like hell are they gonna do it without me
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monty-glasses-roxy · 21 days ago
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Hi.
If you're wondering where I've been, I've been in withdrawal hell for the last week or so thanks to being given the runaround at every posible point since November.
I'm about to make this their problem. I'm going to pester the fucking shit out of them until they do the job they should have done (literally send ONE email) in November.
This may take all day so any good vibes in the inbox would be greatly appreciated. Wish me luck lads
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evie-sturns · 7 months ago
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camera - Chris Sturniolo
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summary: when you and your boyfriend chris get into an argument about you supposedly breaking his camera, you two get too rough with each other.
contains: angst, physical argument (not a lot just a little push and shove), crying, comforting.
a/n: i know chris would never touch you in a way to hurt you, its just fiction. :)
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i lay on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through my phone as i hear a loud yell from upstairs.
"y/n!" chris's voice booms through the house,
"what!?" i call back, my eyebrows furrowing as i stand up off the couch and jog towards the staircase.
chris storms down the stairs,
“are you a fucking idiot!” he yells at me, my heart sinks instantly as my eyebrows furrow dramatically
“excuse me?” i almost scoff, chris never yells at me, he knows i hate it.
he clutches his vlogging camera in his hands before holding it up to my eye level, inches away from my face.
the lense is completely shattered, glass falling off it everytime he moves.
“what happened??” i ask, holding the camera in my hands, inspecting it.
chris takes in a shaky breath, “don’t play dumb with me, i’m sick of you.”
i shove the camera back into his hands, “what the fuck are you mad at me for?” i raise my voice.
“for breaking my camera are you stupid?!” he raises his voice back at me, his eyes narrow as he glares down at me.
“i didn’t break your camera chris, come on.” i sigh, trying to de-escalate the argument.
suddenly he slams the camera down onto the floor, the noise of it hitting the wooden planks is deafening.
my heart thumps against my ribs as i reach out for chris’s arm, i rub it gently.
“let’s- lets talk like adults please.” i breathe out. he grabs my hand and throws it back towards me
“do you realise, that’s a four thousand dollar camera, that i got last week?” he steps towards me, towering over me
“now who’s gonna pay for all your shit y/n, not me because without this camera there’s no videos to be posted.”
i avoid eye contact with him, if i’m being totally honest i’m fucking terrified.
he grabs my chin, “look at me!” he yells.
i grab his wrist and tear it away from my face before taking a step back.
“your acting like i can’t fund for myself, i have a job!”
chris steps towards me again, i take another step back.
“and i didn’t break your shitty camera, your blaming me because you’re upset that your money has gone to waste!” i say angrily, staring into chris’s eyes.
he laughs, “i don’t like liars.” he pushes me back slightly, my back hitting the wall.
“i’m not lying you asshole!” i step out of the way, before going to walk away.
his large hand wraps around my wrist, he yanks me back towards him, popping my shoulder out of place.
he puts me back in the same position infront of the wall,
“don’t try to leave, we’re not done until you stop lying!” he shouts, staring down at me.
my bottom lip trembles, “i don’t know what to tell you, i didn’t break your camera chris.” i speak honestly,
he nods with a fake smile, “mm, i bet.”
i go to walk away again but he doesn’t let go of me,
“let me go.” i say quietly, my shoulder aching and my face burning hot.
“no, i’m so done with you, and everything.” he speaks, my eyebrows contort.
“don’t even think about that,” i warn, grabbing his hand which rests on my wrist as i try to pry it off of me.
“you let me the fuck go right now chris, and we can both cool down because clearly you need it.” i inhale sharply.
chris let’s go of me before shoving me backwards,
chris had never hurt me, ever. he’s never pushed me, yelled at me, or even threatened to do anything to me. this isn’t like him at all.
i stumble over, landing on my hands and knees before instantly getting back up, i walk over to him and push him back before walking away, my feet stomping against the ground.
tears start to rush down my face, i let out a loud sob before reaching the spare room.
“crying now? pathetic bitch.” i hear him call out, not making my state any worse
i slam the door to the bedroom shut before locking it, i crawl into the bed as i frantically get my phone out.
i instantly call my best friend, nick.
“hey!” nick says through the phone,
“nick- nick” i stammer through floods of tears
i audibly hear him gasp through the phone, “y/n, what’s happening? are you okay?” his voice is frantic.
“no- me and chris just had a really big fight- i’m talking pushing and everything and yelling-“ i squeeze out, my voice breaking.
“okay- that’s okay just take a nice deep breath for me.” nick attempts to sound calm, to try calm me down.
i suck in a sharp breath,
“have you two ever fought this bad before?” he asks, i clutch the phone in my hand as i hold it up to my ear tight.
“no- no.” i sob,
“you know i would come round right now, i’m so sorry i can’t.” nick sighs,
“would you like me to call chris and talk to him about it!?” nick asks, i sniffle before shaking my head like he can see me
“no- he’s really mad.” i speak into the phone,
“look, i promise you i’ve had really bad fights with chris before and he always, always, makes up for it even when i’m in the wrong. you just gotta give him some time and he’ll come round.” nick says with a sad tone.
“mm.” i hum, my tears slowing slightly now.
“i’m about to go with matt to a meeting, are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” nick asks,
“i’ll be fine- thank you nick i love you.” i sniff,
“love you to, feel better soon and keep me updated yeah?” nick says,
“i will.” i say before hanging up.
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i flop down onto the mattress, the whole house is dead silent. i don’t know if chris left, or what’s happening but i haven’t heard a peep out of him ever since i got in the spare bedroom.
i look down at my phone, it’s now 11pm, 4 hours have passed.
i stand up out of bed before walking towards the door, i slowly creak it open before walking out into the corridor.
i feel like i’m hiding from him, even though i’m not. i think i’m just scared to see him again.
i walk into the bathroom before shutting the door, i yawn loudly. if this was a normal day chris and i would be asleep together in bed by now, but we’re not.
i wash my face in the sink with one of my old face washes, all my skincare is in chris and eyes shared bathroom which connects to our bedroom.
i unlock the door to the bathroom before making my way back into the spare bedroom.
i peel back the covers on the sheets and climb in, tugging them up over myself.
knock knock
i hear two soft knocks on the door, my stomach drops and i feel my heart rate pick up.
i freeze, unsure of what to do.
“can i- can i come in.” i hear a quiet voice speak from outside,
“um- okay.” i reply, my voice shaking slightly.
chris creaks open the door before switching on the lamp which rests on the desk by the door
a warm light illuminates the room, i stay still under the covers as chris and i lock eyes.
“can i sit here.” chris asks quietly, pointing to the edge of the bed.
i nod, pursing my lips together.
he sits down, he fidgets with his hands before opening his mouth.
“i’m really really sorry.” he sniffs,
he looks like a wreck from what i can see, his eyes are swollen, his cheeks are flushed and eyes are bloodshot
his voice shakes like he’s on the verge of tears,
“i- i genuinely couldn’t tell you why i did any of that-“ his voice breaks and i see tears start to roll down his face,
he attempts to wipe each one but nothing slows them down.
he takes his sharp breathes as he pulls two ice backs out of his pocket.
he hands them to me and my eyebrows furrow.
he points to his shoulder,
i now realise he’s got me ice packs from when he yanked my wrist and popped my shoulder out of place.
chris looks away from me as i hear his cry’s get more intense.
“do you want a hug chris?” i speak softly, he nods before shifting up the matress to me. i reach my arms out and wrap them around his shaking body.
he wraps his arms around my waist. i sit up against the headboard of the bed and he buries himself in my chest.
he try’s to speak again “i didn’t mean to hurt you and i’m so sorry.” he says in between sobs,
“shh- sh you can apologise once you’ve calmed down.” i whisper, playing with his hair.
i take in deep breathes, he mimics my breathes and his tears slow down.
he sits up again and wipes his face with both hands.
“i shouldn’t have blamed you- i know you didn’t break my camera i was just so confused on how i managed to break my camera so easily that i didn’t even consider that i might have done it.” he says quietly,
“and i shouldn’t of touched you, i genuinely feel sick everytime i think about it and i didn’t mean to push you over or yank your wrist i just wasn’t thinking at all.”
“and i also shouldn’t have called you that.” he sniffs,
my eyebrows furrow, he looks at me before whispering in my ear.
“a- you know.. bitch.” he hesitates.
i let out a small laugh before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“i’m sorry too-“ i start but he presses a finger to my mouth.
“no. don’t say your sorry because you did nothing wrong.” he shushes me,
“but-“ i start, he presses his lips onto mine to shut me up.
i kiss him back lazily, he pulls apart to let out a massive yawn.
“you’re so tired.” i laugh,
“i mean i tried to sleep earlier but i can’t physically sleep without you.” he mutters.
“oh chris.” i breathe, pulling him closer to me as i run my hand through his soft hair.
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alluringnectar · 7 months ago
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my baby
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pairings; loser!ellie williams x cheerleader! reader
cw; interalized homophobia, angst, tribbing, fingering (r! recieving), fluff, bullying (kinda), making out, slur, petnames like “baby & princess” , not proof read yet!
wc; 17k
life has never been better, you were handed the world at the age of 6. you never had to worry about having no friends, or not having the latest designer bag, and certainly not having everybody wrapped around your finger. you were a cheerleader & from that only, everyone respected you. you dedicated yourself into looks: always on diets, hitting the gyms, getting your nails done, having the most expensive makeup and so much more. you were the most outgoing girl known to mankind, never missing a rager or party. your friend groups were mainly other cheerleaders, and the jocks on the football team. they were assholes, but you didn’t care because so were you.
you never once paid attention in class, especially english. clicking your pen and having your eyes everywhere but the board. you snap out of your daze when your teacher announces that there will be a partner project, and she would assign the groups. you hear your name, and you pray that you get one of your friends but instead you hear the name ellie williams.
“you cannot be fucking serious” you mutter under your breath, looking at ellie whose a row infront of you.
“what was that?” the teacher asked you. “nothing.” you mock her tone, earning a laugh from your classmates.
“alright then everybody get to your partners we don’t have all day!” she claps her hands, urging everyone to switch their seats.
you stay in your seat, motioning ellie to
come where you are. why would you have to move? ellie rolled her eyes, not having the best impression of you either. “look,” ellie says “i wouldn’t have picked you either.” you scoff, “great to know we’re on the same page!” you look at her green eyes, and the way she flutters her eyelash. you were about to say something until you felt a tap on your shoulder.
it was a jock, and you end up talking to him for the rest of the period, not caring to look back at ellie, who was doing all the work. “another prissy bitch.” ellie thinks to herself.
as soon as the bell rings, ellie packs her stuff and leaves as soon as she could. she sees her friends, dina and jesse, and she sighs in relief. “you would not believe who i got paired up with.” dina and jesse both furrow their brows in unison. “a CHEERLEADER! i swear this world is against me, i already know im gonna have to do this project with myself.” dina replies, “yikes , you have it unlucky. i would NOT wanna be you.” jesse laughs and that makes ellie roll her eyes & reply “thanks dina that makes me feel a million times better.” “well jesse and I have to get going, good luck with her!” dina yells while grabbing jesse by the hand and dragging him through the hallways. ellie sighs and puts her back against the locker.
you put your bag down, and flop down on your bed chewing on some protein bars after practice. you grab your laptop and check your grade book. and thats when you see it. you’re gonna fail english class. “shit shit shit!” you tell yourself, pacing around your room in circles. you couldn’t give to shits if you were failing english, but what you did care about is being on academic probation. if you’re put on academic probation, you won’t be able to cheer. you can’t let that happen. so you grabbed your phone, and started texting everyone for ellie’s number. when you finally receive a message with her number, you smile and immediately text her.
“heyyy”
“who is this?”
“your partner in english.”
“why are you texting me?”
“do you wanna come over tomorrow to work on it?”
“is this a joke?”
“ why would i be? i have practice, so is 7:30 good?”
“yeah, ill be there just give me the address.”
it’s the next day and you come from practice drenched in sweat. you go into the shower, making sure its cold so you can relax. as you get out, you put on a robe and some uggs slipper and you hear the bell ring.
you walk over to answer, the fact ellie was supposed to come over completely slipped your mind. you open the door, and you see ellie.
“shit! is it 7:30 already?”
ellie takes full notice you’re in nothing but a robe and she blushes.
“yeah.”
“fuck im so sorry- practice had me exhausted-“
ellie reassures you, telling you it was okay because she found it kinda cute that your hair was wet and your lips were plump.
“here ellie, you can come inside, just stay in my room, i’ll get changed and i’ll be there in a sec.
ellie nods, and sinks down into your bed. she takes a moment to take in everything in your room. she took note of the way your walls were stripped pink and white to the little ballerina jewelry box that looked antique.
you walk into your room handing her some snacks. “do you want some?” “sure.”
ellie says. & now shes starting to think you’re not a total bitch.
this time, you ended up getting no work done but for a different reason. you spent your time gossiping to ellie, about who slept with who, or who did what. you never realized how pretty ellie truly was. her freckles decorated her face like how constellations decorate the sky. you look down into her lips, and ellie stops talking about whatever she was. ellie and you spend a brief moment just gazing into each other’s eyes.
you both get flustered and she breaks the silence by saying “um- do you have a hair tie?” “yeah of course here” and you hand her one.
you look at the time and gasp, it’s almost 11:30. were you guys really talking for that long? “ellie, do you wanna sleep over? or i can walk yo-“ “no, ill sleep over it’s fine.” you nod. grabbing blankets for her, “you can sleep on my bed i’ll sleep on my couch.” ellie scoffs “no fucking way, i’m not taking your bed, i can have the couch.”
and due to both of your guys’ stubbornness, you are laying next to eachother, in the same bed staring at the ceiling. you look over and you see ellie has fallen asleep. she looked so beautiful and her front hair pieces fell on her face, capturing her beautiful. you move your hand to tuck it but then you get this wave of disgust. not to her, but to yourself.
what the fuck am i doing? I can’t like girls. am i stupid? i’m not gonna be seen as some dyke on the cheerleader team. my reputation would be ruined.
you ended up falling asleep teary eyed, scared to accept if these feelings are really true and maybe they’ll go away.
it’s almost summer, and the feelings are still lingering and infact they are stronger than before. after acing the project, you still
continued to hang out with ellie. you and her hung out every friday, and it became a ritual. you were starting to fall in love with her, and you knew there was no way out. everytime your asshole friends said anything about her that was negative, you jumped to defend her name like a knight. “you know the project deadline was months ago, while do you still hangout with her.” slightly irritated you snap, “she isn’t even bad once you get to know her, she’s funny and sweet.”
it wasn’t any different for ellie either, expect she was 100% convinced you were straight. you never once spoke of your sexuality to her, and for any matter guys in general but why would you like her? she grew up playing with worms, while you grew up going on constant vacations. but even though she thought it would never happen, she asked the universe for this one thing. she prayed to a lord she didn’t even believe in, hoping he will for once listen to her.
God works in mysterious ways because you’re sitting in ellie’s room drinking vodka blasting music. it’s odd how vodka can make somebody so honest. ellie was rambling about a story with an ex she had named cat, and drama between the two. she developed a habit of gossiping, probably from you. to make sure you’re still listening, she asks you. “how about you, any boy trouble?” its silent, and you look at her and start sobbing. ellie’s heart drops down to her stomach and instantly grabs you, pulling you close to her. “hey was it something i said? im sorry-“ “no!” you manage to yell out between your broken sobs. “i don’t think i like guys.” “what?” ellie says, shocked from what she heard.
“when i look at you, it’s not the same for any guy. sure i’ve made out with guys, but not even that gives me the same feeling of when im talking to you. i want it to be you so bad, ellie.” you hiccup, tears staining your eyes. “but this is all new for me, and i hate myself for being this way, i had everything anyone could ask for and it feels like im throwing it all away.”
ellie’s mind is going in all directions, the fact you like her. the fact shes finally getting her prayers answered. she pushes it to the side, because what you need is comfort. ellie holds you tight. so tight, you cannot wiggle out of her grasp. “hey baby, it all works out at the end, your existence isn���t a sin, people who truly love you, will accept you for who you are. and you don’t have to figure things out right now, take your time.” ellie replies, hovering her hand over your face to wipe your tears.
you’re looking up at her, inching your face closer to hers. she leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. you’re eager for more, so you grab her hair from behind and sloppily slid your mouth inside. ellie pulls away from the kiss, to get air, saliva connecting you guys to each other.
“hey els?” you say softly, having your knees tucked in.
“yeah?”
“since school is ending, there’s gonna be a rager. do you wanna come?”
ellie smiles at you, accepting your offer.
“i’ll be there.”
it’s the day of the rager, and ellie’s at her house with dina and jesse on her bed. “are you sure you really wannq go?” dina asks. ellie’s throwing her clothes everywhere, looking for an outfit to wear. “yeah,” jesse adds on “she doesn’t look like somebody who would hang out with you, what if this is all a prank?” ellie stops to look at them. “guys, i know you’re concerned but trust me on this, okay?” they nod their heads. “whatever happens, you can always tell us okay? whatever you choose to do , we’re with you.” ellie smiles and pulls them into a group hug. she’s wearing a wife pleaser, red flannel, and some jeans. shes tying her converse, she walks out the door, saying “wish me luck!”
she arrives at the house, and the music is so loud she can hear it from where she’s at. nervously she turns to twist the door knob and instantly she goes looking for you. she’s happy today after what happen yesterday, and she’s thinking to herself nothing can change her mood. until she saw you. you had a red solo cup in your hand. you were with a jock, who made it pretty clear he wanted you. was ellie a joke? was everything you said to her nothing after all? her friends were right. clenched fists, she turns to head out of the party, rushing to her car trying not to cry.
the jock wouldn’t take no for an answer, you’ve made it clear you’re not interested in him. “don’t be like that, i see the way you look at me.” you scrunch up your nose in disgust. “well you must be fucking blind.” and thats when you see in the corner of your eye, ellie. “fuck!” you murmur to yourself. ellie is already going towards the exist. as she’s walking down the steps of the porch. you scream, “wait! it’s not what it looks like, i swear-“
“do you think im a fucking joke? you made me feel like a fool.”
“ellie i swear nothing happened i was-“
“were you telling him your pranked worked? were you laughing about me? it’s done. i hope you had your fun.”
ellie is about to turn your back on you.
“ellie im in love with you!” you yell. loud enough
that people from the outside were looking at what was happening.
ellie looks around, “you’re drunk.”
“yes im drunk but that doesn’t change the fact im in love with you. the man that was talking to me. i was telling him to leave me alone. i only have eyes for you ellie! anybody who knows me has to get to know you first!” you breath starts to hitch, knowing you’re about to cry and how people are listening but you no longer care.
“i use to cry, praying that God took these feelings away. now im praying to God for letting me meet you. God knew I needed you Ellie.”
ellie stands there in disbelief, she doesn’t know what to say but her heart is about to explode. she runs to you, takes your hand and takes sits you in the passenger seat. closing the door, she starts the car and starts driving. she looks over at you, and you’re already staring at her. she places a hand on your thigh, and caresses it. “you’re perfect in every way, ways im not. i couldn’t believe somebody as amazing as you would want me, and im sorry.”
you smile, and place your hand on top of hers, “it’s okay, we were both pretty caught up” you giggle.
she would fight the world to hear that giggle again.
she pulls up to your driveway, and shes about to drive off but you ask her to stay the night. and how could she say no to that pretty face of yours?
it’s all dark, but you hold her hand and she follows you into your room. you play some music on your record player.
“do you like mazzy star els?”
“i dont listen to her much, but her voice is pretty.”
you walk up to her, and hold her by the waist. ellie looks down at you and pressed her lips onto yours. you close your eyes, melting into the kiss. you start getting hungrier for more, and you open your mouth to let her tongue slip into yours. the kisses start getting needier, and she walks you until your laying back on your bed. you straddle her waist, and she puts a hand up your dress causing you to whine.
“you’re okay with this right?”
“of course els, please hurry.”
“please what?”
you look away from her gaze, shyly, you fiddle with the seams of ellies wife pleaser and whisper to her , “please touch me, it can only be you.” and with that, ellie is slipping your dress off. kissing your collarbone all the way down to the welts of your breast. she takes off your matching set of panties and bra. and her cold hands on pinching your nipples make your back arch into her touch. she sucks on your nipples, flicking her tongue on it back and forth earning whimpers from you each and every time.
“n-need you els..” you stutter. “im not going anywhere baby.” she chuckles, her breath on your beast making you close your eyes in pleasure. “im gonna touch you now okay? tell me when to stop.” she slides her fingers between your folds.
“already so wet for me princess” and as she hovers to your face to kiss you, her front pieces of her hair are touching your own face. you’re sloppily making out with her, moaning into her mouth.
then she puts two of her fingers in, feeling you instantly clench around them. you start moaning louder and louder “ellie! ellie faster!” and she listens to you, curling her fingers even faster before hitting you in the g spot. your thighs start shaking. and your grabbing onto ellie’s fore arm, clawing it for any way to feel relief.
your moans reach an all time high and you know you’re almost there. im- im about to cum els!” and she starts sucking on your neck, “let it out for me baby, you deserve it come on.” and you reach your climax, sweating and panting. she takes her fingers out of you and sucks them. “you taste so good, everything about you is so sweet.”
still fucked out, you murmured incoherent sentences. “i wanna feel you against me els, please, please.” and ellie looks at you, grabbing your waist to pull you up. you looked at her in this love dovey expression and her heart skips a beat. “can i take this off?” you ask and she gulps and nods. you take off her flannel. then wife pleaser. then her jeans. leaving her in underwear and her sports bra, which now you’re taking off her underwear.
as for the most part both of you are naked, you place your cunt onto hers. you grind against her lightly. both of you whimpering sweet nothings. “i love you els i love you i love you” as you both of you are sweating, holding onto eachother, kissing as you slide on her and feel both of your holes clenching around nothing. “you’re doing so good f’ me” ellie blabbers. both of you are starting to reach your orgasms as you both moan in a higher octave, clawing at each others back, and feeling yourself twitch.
“i think im gonna cum i think-“ “come with me, be a good girl for me please.” she tells you needly, but you can’t even tease her because you want this just as much, if not more. both of you reach your climax, beads of sweat running down each of your fore heads. you disconnect yourself from her cunt. both of your arousals sticking to each other in a way your bodies seem like they’re made to mold into each other’s.
you collapse onto the back of your bed. ellie crawls to lay on your chest. kissing you over and over again, as a way to praise you. you giggle and run your hands through her hair, massaging her scalp.
“shouldn’t we clean up ellie?” you inquire, and you feel her breath on you again as she says “i wanna stay like this.” you nod and you bring blankets over you guys.
“im in love with you too.” ellie tells you.
“i think you showed me already.” you laughed.
“so are we girlfriends?” ellie asks you, looking up at you.
you kiss ellie, and tell her “if you go to every one of my practices.”
safe to say there was never a practice ellie didn’t go to.
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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year ago
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Modern AU where Eddie is a tech repair person at an apple store in Chicago while he tries to make it big with his band and Steve is a spoiled rich kid who is trying to cover up that he's been using his macbook to film for his OnlyFans or something similar and he needs that shit wiped.
Eddie is as professional as he can be, but can't help but be amused at Steve being worried that he's gonna see everything.
S: seriously, just wipe everything. nothing has to be saved. don't even look through each file. just start over. E: okay sure. but you know you could just buy a new laptop. S: my dad checks my credit card statements. E: okay, so tell him you bought it for a friend or something. S: just. can you wipe it? E: yeah i can.
Eddie doesn't let him know that he already has seen everything because of course he subscribes to S.H. and often leaves him bigger tips than he can afford. He doesn't even know why Steve does it since he's apparently rich, or his dad is.
It only takes a few hours to wipe it, and Eddie's grateful he managed to help Steve instead of his coworker who is a certified Creep ™️ who absolutely would have made sure to watch as many of the videos as he could first.
He calls Steve and leaves a message for him that it's done, but doesn't hear back and Steve doesn't come by. He does the same thing again the next day, and the day after that, starting to grow concerned.
He goes so far as to check Steve's OF page, just to see if there's an update, but sees it's been shut down, like it never existed.
He finally caves, does the most unprofessional thing he's ever done, and texts Steve's number from his own phone.
This is Eddie from the apple store. Your laptop's ready. Just want you to know after 30 days we usually get rid of unclaimed items.
There's no response.
But two days later, Steve comes into the store wearing sunglasses and a hat, clearly trying to hide.
When he takes off the sunglasses to sign everything, Eddie sees a healing black eye and swollen nose.
He isn't stupid.
And he suddenly feels extremely protective over him.
E: did your dad find out? S: find out what? E: about your online job? S: how do you know? E: I wasn't gonna say anything, and I swear everything got wiped without anyone including myself seeing, but I do subscribe to you and I recognized you when you came in. S, already having a panic attack: shit no. this is bad. okay you can't say anything about this to anyone. please. E: I wouldn't, I won't. but your dad found out didn't he? he did this to you? S: *nods* E: you safe now? S: *shrugs* E: need a place to stay? S: i've been saving. that's why i did this in the first place. so i can pay rent somewhere. E: I have a second bedroom at my place that just opened up. up to you.
And of course Steve takes it because he's desperate, and doesn't have real world experience with a lot of strangers, but has a good feeling about this.
Eddie finds that Steve is a very typical rich kid; ignorant to a lot of the world's struggles, but not an asshole despite his bitchy attitude sometimes coming out, thinks money can fix everything until Eddie shows him that apologies and a cuddle on the couch can be better.
Steve is so touch starved, he doesn't even realize the way he always folds into Eddie's side when they're just relaxing and watching a movie, or how he always lets his hand brush against his side or hand when Eddie gets home from work. Eddie helps him look for a job, and they find that he loves working at a daycare even though the money isn't that great.
They fall in love so easily, neither of them actually realize it happens until Steve comes home after a very long day before the Christmas holidays, covered in paint stains from crafts with the kids, and Eddie just welcomes him home with a kiss.
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steviesbicrisis · 1 year ago
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The Choice is Yours, Steve Harrington
When Steve Harrington starts getting threatening texts from an unknown number, he tries to take matters into his own hands. Little does he know that every choice he makes could have major consequences. His choices matter, and so do yours. So, what’s it gonna be? (An interactive modern day AU! by @steviesbicrisis and @hairstevington)
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Ugh. Hargrove.
The guy was just - he really sucked, and Steve wished he was fucking gone. Now he was threatening Henderson? No way. Steve was going to settle this once and for all. Billy wasn’t going to mess with him anymore, he’d make sure of it.
Of course, Dustin was at the stupid concert. Steve really wanted to avoid it, but obviously he would do anything to protect his friends. He headed off to the Fairgrounds, practicing his speech to Billy the whole drive.
Listen to me, asshole. You’re gonna stay away from me and you’re definitely gonna stay away from my friends, or else. Got it?
By the time Steve got to the concert, it was winding down. People were pouring into the parking lot and speeding away in their cars. Steve knew that the kids planned on sticking around afterwards in hopes of meeting the band, so he figured they’d still be there.
It was kind of scary, being there alone at night. Robin was around somewhere, though, so that gave him some peace. He could probably just say her name three times and she’d appear beside him.
He continued looking for his friends as the place emptied out, feeling chills down his spine with every passing moment.
And then, he heard Billy’s voice. He sounded angry, as always. Steve followed the voice, puffing his chest out and trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible.
“Hargrove,” he said once he rounded the corner. Billy was alone, and he smiled the moment he realized it was Steve approaching him.
“Harrington!” he cheered wickedly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Steve rolled his eyes.
“You’re gonna leave us alone,” Steve demanded. “Me, Dustin, my other friends, all of us.” Billy smiled, fearlessly closing the gap between him and Steve until their faces were inches apart.
“Or what?” Billy teased between gritted teeth. “What are ya gonna do to me, Steve? You think you could take me down?”
Steve swallowed. Something about Billy always brought out his worst, most violent urges. Truthfully, Steve knew he wouldn’t win in a fight with Hargrove, and yet - he threw the first punch.
Steve’s fist clocked into Billy’s jaw. He laughed in response, then tried to hit back, but Steve dodged it. He was doing well at first - keeping up, at least - and then Billy got the upper hand.
Steve fell to the floor. Billy got on top of him. There was punch after punch after punch, and then everything went black.
When Steve came to, his ears were ringing and his head felt like it was going to explode. He’d failed. He’d come here to protect Dustin, and now who knew where he was or if he was safe? Steve sat up, and that’s when he saw that he still wasn’t alone.
Billy was on the floor across from him, sitting up with his back to the wall. He wasn’t moving. Steve couldn’t see much in the dim light, so he used his phone to get a better look.
Oh.
Oh, shit. There was blood everywhere, all stemming from stab wounds to the stomach and cuts on his arms.
Billy was dead.
Steve jumped backwards, falling over and skittering across the floor to get as much distance from the body as possible. This wasn’t happening. No, this wasn’t - who could have done this?
His shaky hand went back to his phone, which he’d dropped on the floor upon his discovery. He picked it up to call the police, because that’s what he knew he was supposed to do next. Even in his shock, he knew that’s what he had to do.
He dialed 9-1-1, and then his phone buzzed.
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babyyweebbitch · 2 years ago
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Can i request Vi (Arcane) x overworked female reader?
I go to two schools (one is a music school)
Both schools give a huge amount of homework, the piano teacher is very demanding, I have a piano exam soon (which I don't know if I'll take because I can't remember so many given musical notes) and I also have my high school. I think I'll drop out of one of the schools for my own sanity.
I’m a crying, stressed out and simply tired mess and i feel like i’m losing control. The worst feeling ever🥲
Hug me please 😫
omg baby i’m so sorry! :( that’s a shit ton of stress and honestly i feel u with the stress! im currently very stressed out too and i hope things get better for u :) HERES A HUG
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content warning : female reader , crying , stress
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you were a collage student, currently in your second year of collage plus you also had a good paying job you worked at after school. the schedule was you go to school and mid day you left to go to work. that’s how it’s been since you got this job three years ago. recently there was an exam happening and you had to study during your breaks at work.
you recently got a new boss who has been an absolute asshole to you and a few other people and they’ve been working you like a dog. they changed your hours so you had to go home later leaving you barely any time to study and sleep. now your schedule was all fucked up… Vi noticed and has tried to help you but you always say you got it and that you didn’t need any help. she didn’t buy it honestly
it was getting closer and closer to exams and everything was getting to be too much. during one of your days off from work you studied all morning and part of the afternoon at your desk in yours and Vi’s shared room. she was sitting on the bed with her headphones in scrolling through social media. your phone vibrated and you glanced at it… it was your boss
‘i need you to come in for work today, in about 20 minutes please’ the text read. you don’t know why but reading that made you tear up, you started crying… no, sobbing. you placed your head on your desk and sobbed. vi moved her phone a bit to check on you and saw you sobbing at your desk. she immediately jumped up
“baby?! baby, what’s wrong?!” she asked, going over to you. she rubbed your back and you reached over to hug her, very tightly and just cried into her shoulder. she rubbed you back and she picked you up, carrying you to the bed “cupcake…”
“t…this is too much! vi…. i ca…i cant!” you said through cries. you gripped onto her shirt, she sushed you and held onto you
“i know…. i know — it’s alot…” she said in a soft voice, holding you until you were calmed down. after you calmed down you sat up and looked around “why don’t you take a b—“
“i gotta go to work! fuck!” you said, trying to stand up to get ready but she grabbed your arm. you looked at her and she tilted her head to the side. without saying a word you knew what she was trying to say “Vi i can’t”
“please…. you have too, it’s not good on your body”
“they will fire me…”
“fuck ‘em…. baby, if you take on anymore stress it will cause damage to your body. you’re already getting headaches and i can tell your hands are sore”
“how did you know about the headaches…”
“i saw the three bottles of Tylenol in the garbage when i went to take it out this morning”
you sighed and sat back down on the bed. you looked down
“and taking that much is gonna fuck up your body too”
“what do i tell them…”
“quit… find a new job — i’ll start charging more for my fights until you’re done for the summer”
“but the apartment…”
“we both have enough money to pay for it, plus the fights — i get alot for them. baby we will be fine for a few months” she said “i’ll even text ‘em for you!” she said, going to get your phone and unlocking it. she started typing away at your phone and you realised you’re trusting Vi to text your soon to be ex-boss
“please don’t be mean…”
she paused for a second…. then you heard her erasing the message
“Vi!”
“what?! you’re trusting me to do this for you!” she said in a joking tone. you laughed before snatching the phone from her and typing away. she placed her head on your shoulder to see what you were typing as you did. once you were done you placed your phone down and vi smiled. she stood up and started to get you clean clothes and went to the bathroom. you got up to follow her and see what she was doing — especially with your clothes
“whatcha doing?”
“starting a bath — for you! you deserve it” she said, starting to run a bath for you. she did everything the way you liked it and was surprised she got everything right, she’s only ever watched you do it so she decided to try. she helped you undress and get into the bath. she started helping you get clean and she hummed as she did.
the entire time you didn’t talk but the silence between you two was very calming to the both of you.
this isn’t the best but i hope u like it :)
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arielstruggles · 1 year ago
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EVER SINCE MY BABY WENT AWAY IT'S BEEN THE BLACKEST DAY
CHAPTER 2
Pairing: Javier P x reader
Summary: After spending quite an enjoyable night, things go sideways. Who knows what is gonna happen next :)
Word count: 2.5 k
Warnings: smut (+18), finger fucking, semi public sex, age gap (no mention of it tho), slight dirty talk, slight edging, third person pov idk what else to add honestly.
A/N: I don't know if anyone reads this tbh but if you are thank you so much for bearing with me. I'm pretty new to this whole fic writing thing so i don't consider my works as good but i'm trying to get better. This took a while to write and it is shorter than i wanted to write but at least i manage to finish it. Anyway hope you enjoy! here is the link of chapter one if anyone is interested.
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She wakes up after a couple of hours later. Thinking about the current situation of their relationship. The emptiness of bed greets her, the bed is empty except for her. shame, guilt and anger cripples. But before moving to any conclusion, she decides to check the other rooms out, just in case he was in the kitchen or the living room. Deep down, she knows. She knows that he is just the same, left her and didn’t even say anything. Well, it was just a one night stand i guess, she thinks but can’t help with the suffocating pain. She checks the kitchen, the living room even the bathroom. He’s gone.
Even though it was years ago, they had a passionate relationship. Yet it was not the best relationship out there. It was flawed from the beginning. She checks out her phone, just in case he left any messages. None. How pathetic i am she mutters. How could i be so naive to return to this country after all these years and expected him to be better? Well, why did he come back when he heard that i’m here? It is still dark outside. Tears form at the corner of her eyes but she brushes them away, he does not even worth a single drop of tear. Her thoughts are exact opposite of the prior. Up until that night, she was seeing everything through the lens of love.
Her biggest mistake was that she sugarcoated their memories and assumed Javier was the best boyfriend out there. Yes, she made mistakes as well and the break up was mutual but the reason why they broken up was how much of an asshole Javier was. They had great memories together but problems were overpowering. She missed him so much that created a fucking different persona in her head. When it is in the past, even the most anguishing pain seems as if it was impeccable. She always remembered the times they were laughing, kissing, tangled in bedsheets. But their two years of on and off relationship was more than that. The tears, shoutings…Javier was a caring and loving partner when he wanted to be one. But he was not the best in long term relationships, he was committed yes but it took a while to reach a point for them to build that. Now he was gone, again. The pain is unbearable.
 She feels like someone is ripping her heart apart. She laughs for a second, it feels weird, after ten years, he broke my heart in our first encounter, she thinks. She gets back to her bed and lays down; it is around 5 in the morning. She thought that they’d be spending the weekend together or maybe even get back together. But he does not even wait till the morning. He leaves the second she falls asleep. Tears roll down on her cheeks, she can’t help it and she drifts off.
He is in his hotel room, thinking about what has happened. He missed her so much but they had different expectations from their lives and he was not ready to go through all that shit that they once had. He tries to justify what he just done, left her once again. When they first met, he never wanted to be in a serious relationship and he made that clear. It was not his fault. Was it? He was happy with his relationship with women. He had informants which most of them were hookers that helped him to get information about cartel and give him a good half an hour. He was so used to have one-night stands that he instantly rejected her love. She had the biggest crush on him, it was impossible to resist his charm. They knew their expectations were different, they were different but they somehow worked things out, till they can’t.
She wakes up after her semi successful sleep attempt. A part of her wants to cry her eyes out but she decides to not to do that. He does not even worth it, she thinks. Lazily heads to the bathroom and washes her face and brushes her teeth then walks to her kitchen and starts the coffee machine to make her morning coffee. “You taste like heaven” his voices echoes, she almost drops the mug in her hand. The way he kisses her. “damn it” she mutters, “get it together girl, he left you again.” She pours the coffee on her mug and sits on the kitchen stool, slowly sipping her coffee. She feels the ghost of his hands roaming around her body. “I’m sick. I must be.”
               Days pass, she does not hear a word from Javier after that night. Sadness leaves its place to a boiling anger. She wants to see him again, but not because she misses her or wants him to fuck her, no. She wants to yell, scream at him. A strong slap across his face would soothe her furry. Though she is in denial, her madness comes from love, it is her love buried inside all that anger. She tried her hardest to not to blame him for their break up ten years ago but with the reoccurring incident -well technically they never talked about their future so he didn’t leave him but still- she starts blaming him. If he was considerate enough, he would call her, if he really missed her, he would find a way. But on the other hand, maybe he wanted her to live a better life, he maybe thought she’d be better without him. She shakes her head, if he was so thoughtful of a man, he would wait till morning to talk, he wouldn’t run out the moment she falls asleep. Her thoughts doesn’t give him a single second of peace. She finds a way to justify him but then finds something else to blame him, it is like a never ending cycle
He is not sure what to do at that point. He wants to talk to her to tell her that it was a good night that they had, in memory of their past. But that was it, he is not sure if they can have a relationship after ten years. He is not sure that if he wants to be in a serious relationship, again. It is tiring, to have someone that you have to care for. To think your actions carefully to not to hurt the person. To have someone that cares and loves you. Even though the idea seems thrilling at first, it is not good when you think on a deeper level.  He decides to pop in at her apartment and have a conversation about their situation because he will have to leave soon. He just came to see her when he heard that she was back in Colombia which he regrets now. He gets ready to leave his hotel room and strolls around the streets before finding the courage to knock on her door. It is pretty late but he knows that she does not sleep around this time. After contemplating for a solid ten minutes, he knocks the door.             
   She reads a book, finally getting over what happened four days ago. Not thinking about him, how their tongue danced against each other’s, how he grabbed her by the waist and yanked to the wall, how toxicating his smell was. Nope she does not think about it at all. She hears a knock and opens the door and he is standing right across her. “You must be joking!” she scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Sweetheart, please I came to talk.” “Do not sweetheart to me, you are nobody! You hear me?! We have nothing to talk. It is done, it was done ten years ago but I was foolish enough to believe that we could work things out!” she does not yell but her words are sharp as a blade. Anger mixed with sadness pours from her tongue like poison. “Be calm for a second for god’s sake! I don’t want to end this bad!” he replies sternly. “I don’t want to end this bad” is all she can hear. He came here to end, he does not want to make things work, she thinks. She wants to cry, sob even. They stand on the doorway for a while, she does not invite him in. Then, instead of letting sadness taking control of her, she pushes him from the doorway. “Get the fuck away from my house. You are not welcomed here. And just because you feel guilty due to your mistakes, I won’t forgive you! you fucked up this relationship.”  Surprised with her sudden push, he feels anger boiling insides his veins. “My mistakes? Are you serious? Look it is obvious that you are not ready to have an adult conversation. I should have guessed it that you would put all the blame on me. Once your thick head realizes that we both fucked up, we can have a proper talk.”  She wants to push his buttons, make him furious. All those feelings accumulated in her makes her bold. “You don’t even know how to talk. You are scared shitless of feeling some emotions that the moment you feel something you run away. that’s why you could never manage to have a proper relationship. You just fool yourself into saying that you need a quick fuck with whores, but in reality, you are just a scared kid trapped into a 43 years old man’s body.” She knows, she stepped a boundary. She knows she hit a nerve, it was her intention from the beginning but when she catches the fury in his eyes, she takes a step back, her hand is on the door handle waiting for the close the door if he tries to do something. But in all honesty, she wants him to do something. “don’t try to play that card again, I never wanted to have a relationship. Remember the nights you came to me crying, begging for my love.”  They don’t hold anything back. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, I didn’t force you to anything! You fucking needed me. You needed my love. You hear. All that façade, it is nothing but a lie Javi. You are so vulnerable to even confess it. The idea of someone leaving you is eating you alive.”
He grabs her by the neck and yanks her to the door. It does not hurt, on the contrary is turns her on. She slightly grins. “This was all you wanted, from the beginning. Isn’t is, you filthy whore?” “You need me to fuck that hole of yours, hm?”  his tone makes her dizzy. “Yes.” He slightly tightens his grip which makes her squirm. She squeezes her legs shut to help herself a little. Javier catches her sneaky action. A chuckle escapes from his pretty lips. “You’re such a thirsty girl. You want me so bad; you need me. Is it true?” she nods, she is more than eager. At that moment she decides to throw her pride out of the window. He kisses him deeply. It is wet, filthy, noisy. She breaks the kiss. “Javi, please let’s get inside. We are literally in the building hall. Somebody can see us; I live in here!” she hisses. He grins, it’s almost a devilish one. “No, sweetheart. Where is the fun in that? We will do one round in here and maybe you can be a good girl; we can move the fun into your bed, or we can continue in this hallway of yours.” He fakes a pout, while words dripping from his lips like honey. His grip on her neck loosens, he slides down his hand in her panties while licking her neck. She tries to contain her moans by biting her lips, grips him by his broad shoulders tightly to not to fall. She feels his finger playing with her clit. She wants so scream his name. He pumps his fingers inside of her hole. She moans loudly. “can’t hold it, sorry.” She murmurs. He chuckles staring her eyes. Her cheeks are slightly flushed. “Don’t be baby girl. It is music to my ears. But your neighbors might not like it as much as I do.” If somebody would see them in that situation, it would be embarrassing to say the least. She always tried her best to look like a good, respectful neighbor. But getting finger fucked by her ex in the hallway is not exactly a respectful thing. His fingers inside her giving the best of pleasures while she watches his face closely. He looks so pretty, flawless even.
They get lost in each other’s eyes until she grabs him from his hair and pulls him to herself and kisses. While she kisses him, he adds a third finger. She moans with the feeling, it is not uncomfortable, just unexpected. “Javi, I’m close.”  “Hold on baby for a while. You can do it, I know it baby girl.”  He fastens his fingers while cooing her the sweetest words. “No, honey, I can’t please.” “You are such a pretty girl; you are doing so good my love. Hold it a little longer, I know you can do it.” She wants to come; she needs to come but his praises are better than anything in this world that she does anything in her power to hold it a little longer. “Look at you, such a perfect whore for me. aren’t you my pretty whore? So wet and welcoming for me.” she moans again, at this point she knows for sure that somebody heard them. His fingers hit the perfect spot. He is lost in the moment. Her warm, wet cunt is all he asks for. “Javi, please.” tears run down on her cheeks. “shh, don’t cry baby. You know we have a long way to go.” He murmurs. “tell me, who do you belong to my love?” he asks. “what the fuck Javi? I’m not a damn object. I don’t belong to anyone.” “hmm, is that so?” he answers and saves his fingers out of her. She whines. “what happened? Any changes in your thoughts?” He chuckles. She rolls her eyes “you’re so stupid.” She chuckles as well. “You. I belong to you.” “mhmm thought so.” He doesn’t lose a second and sticks his fingers inside of her again, pumping them in and out. His thumb toys with her clit. She kisses his neck, bites here and there which sends a shiver down on his spine. His cock is getting harder with each sound she makes. “I want to cum, please.” She whines. This time he lets her. “Okay baby. You’ve been such a good girl, took my fingers really well. You can cum.”  She comes on his fingers. He cleans her cum by licking his fingers. They hear someone from the upper floors opens their door “Is anyone in there?” the neighbor calls out. They can barely hold their giggles. The neighbor gets back inside their home and close the door shut. She whispers “Can’t believe you fucked me in the hallway.” “don’t worry baby, we’ll continue this inside.” He kisses her and she wraps her arms around his neck. He drags her inside and closes the door shut by his feet.
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honeyphobia · 1 year ago
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A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder review (so SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!)
I guess this part isn’t really a review but is my reaction towards some parts throughout the story(also I tried to label which chapter but I got lazy, sorryy)
andie’s dad using past tense??
pippa impersonating Chloe 💀 lowkey would’ve done the same if I had to
WHO THE FUCK WAS WATCHING THEM WHILE WHY WERE CAMPING?!
THE NOTE?!
SECRECT OLDER GUY?
“that’s why her hair is so big it’s full of secrets” that’s literally andie
naomi is a little sus
I thought andie didn’t have a connection w mr ward why would she be calling him an asshole? maybe dress coded her or smth?
what if Elliot Ward is the secret older guy 😨😨
The note nat put in andie’s locker??? she’s def a new suspect
why are adults messing around w Highschooler andie 🤨😨
noo sals Interview kinda makes him look sus 🙁
hippo pippo 💀
jason bell is so ew
yooo are are andie and max so close? 🤨
drink spiking? hmm suspicious
not andie cheating on Sal 😔
why does max have that photo of andie 😨
Ravi staring howie down and lowkey funny and cute at the same time
RAVI BEING PROTECTIVE OF PIP AWHH
NOT ANDIE SELLING DRUGS
Pip and Ravi breaking and entering 💀
ANDIE BEING AT THE INN A FEW WEEKS AGO?!?!
nevermjnd false alarm
chap 24 - MAX KNOWS HOWIE?! BRO GETS MORE AND MORE SUSPICIOUS AND ITS HIS 2nd TIME LYING
THE PHOTO?
SAL IS INNOCENT SAL IS INNOCENT SAL IS INNOCENT!!!
AWHHH RAVI’S REACTION
THE NOTE ON PIPPA’S LAPTOP?!
I CANT BELIEVE IN SAYING THIS BUT WHAT IF IT WAS HER MOM OR DAD
BARNEY NOOO BARNEY
AWHHH PIP I FEEL SO BAD
I FEEL SO BAD FOR RAVI TOO
YAYY RAVI CAME BACK
PARTNERS IN CRIME ARE BACK IN BUSINESS
ANDIE WRITING DOWN NAOMI’S SPARE SIM PHONE NUMBER?! It’s a clue but also kind of useless
the beginning of chapter 39 was a literal jump scare 💀
Cara did it, it was her she likes Butterfinger that’s all the evidence you need
MR WARDS PHONE NUMBER?! BROOO
MR WARD.
pip you’re so smart i aspire to be you
Omg if andie is still alive that would be so much worse
pips going to the house rn so anxious
mr ward finally got arrested
but the girl upstairs didn’t andie so what happened to andie? did she go back home and die there or smth? fucking max I knew he was suspicious
WSIT SO DID BECCA KILL ANDIE?
BECCA OMG GIRL
SO IT WAD HER WHO WENT TO THE INN?
aint no way she drugged pip
SHIT UP IS PIP GONNA DIE
well obviously not because the series has 2 more books 😭💀
why is page 377 so beautifully written
I KINDA FEEL BAD FOR BECCA
“And don’t tell them the only reason you started this project was because you fancied me. You know, think of a more noble reason.” omg ravi 😭😭
”I’m ravishing. Get it? Ravi-shing. Ravi singh.” that was lowkey kinda smooth though
okay review time
Once I got this book in my hands and started reading it I swear, it was one of the best wild roller coaster experiences I've ever had. Still unsteady, blubbering without nails, baffled, and lightheaded, but yet smiling and thrilled!
FANTASTIC CHARACTERIZATION, FAST AND HEART THROBBING PACING, GREAT-SATISFYING ENDING, GREAT STORY TELLING, AND ATTENTION-TAKING PLOT!
While reading, I had too many questions rushing through my mind.
Who actually murdered Andie? Or is Andie truly dead? Did she earn her fate? For the reason that as soon as we find out more about her, we realize that she is a bully, drama queen, drug dealer, and blackmailer! I wanted to punch her for all of her wonderful traits(sarcasm if you couldn’t tell).
Who allocated Sal the blame? Or did Sal actually do it? He is a picture of a kind, modest, and heavenly man. We think he has been hiding something, though. His friends refused to serve as his alibis and changed their testimonies regarding his whereabouts and when he left from their location. Where hence was he when the murder happened?
Who was threatening Pippa with texts to prevent her digging?
Well, I read the book quickly, and my spider senses didnt work properly until the last few pages, I was unable to identify the murderer or murderers. always being five steps behind the author
It was moving, enjoyable, nail biter, mind bending, surprisingly exciting, satisfying read. I enjoyed every page, every clue, every thrilling moments of this book. I highly recommend it!
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enignoema-a · 1 year ago
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He didn't mean for it to happen. He just wanted to talk.
He'd gotten into the school on a full ride, his gpa, test scores, essays, and all other academics absolutely flooring admissions. He was going to go to school with people like Bruce Wayne, rich snobs who could pay for the best education possible (okay, from his run in with Bruce he wasn't that bad...)
The only issue was he still had to pay for housing, food, transportation, books... fuck everything that came from living all on your own in a big city. He'd gotten a job, sure, but it didn't pay well and he was struggling to make ends meet
So he did what any broke college kid would do and went back home to beg for a couple bucks
Okay, a couple hundred, just to supplement his income until the end of the semester.
He should have known better.
(cw for: verbal abuse, deadnaming/misgendering, descriptions of murder)
"And why the fuck should we give you anything? I don't know how you fooled those rich assholes at that hoity toity school [REDACTED] but you're not gonna last a month. You'll give up and drop out just like every other idiot."
"It's Ed."
"What?"
"Ed. My name. It's Edward. Not [REDACTED]."
"Christ you're still on that bullshit? I don't know what fantasies your idiot mother has put in your head but you're not no 'Edward'. You're just a stupid girl playing pretend. Fuck I don't even know why you're bothering with this college shit. Stop embarrassing yourself and come home moron."
It was all shit Ed had heard before, but today it was different. As if all the pressure building up inside him finally decided to burst right then, and as his anger exploded he found himself grabbing his father's pocket knife carelessly left there on the end table. He hadn't thought, he just moved, the blade sinking into his father's chest once, twice, thrice
again
and again
until the rage finally dissipated
Perhaps his father pled for his life, perhaps he screamed, perhaps he even apologized. But all Ed could hear was his heart pounding in his ears. All he could see was red.
But when he could hear, a soft, shaky "Eddie?" His blood ran cold.
"... Hi mama." He dared not turn to face her.
"Eddie... What have you done?" He could hear her shuffle, likely trying to sneak towards a phone.
His mother was a kind woman. His father was right, she was dim, but she was kind. She had only committed three wrongs in her entire life
One, that she married Edward's father
Two, having a child
And three, raising that child
He was still running on adrenaline, still couldn't get his thoughts together, but he knew he couldn't go to jail. So as he finally turned to face her, finally saw her terrified face, hand on the phone, finger on the button. He choked out "I'm so sorry" And the knife sunk into flesh again.
Edward never went back to university. But he does visit a certain nature preserve quite frequently.
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heisen-shrine · 2 years ago
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Money trouble
I hung up the phone, still panicking both inside and out. It had been rejected, and not a single person from either the tax company or IRS had contacted me. I had panicked, apparently something was wrong on my taxes and I couldn't figure it out. I knew what it was but not necessarily where the problem was coming from.
My hours had been axed again as well. We didn't have enough business, so we couldn't afford to give people hours. I threw my phone down in a fit, catching the attention of Os, who had come in to see what was going on.
"Sweetie, whats happenin'?" He asked.
"It happened again....twice. and I only have a few days to get this done. And no one sent me any notice. Nothing. No one. I need this money and they don't get it!" I replied, sitting in my bed, covering my face, "I can't do this. I just wanna disappear and never come back".
He sat down in front of me, putting a hand on my knee. "Ash, how much you need?".
"Os-"
"Seriously I'll cover it".
"Honey, I love you but you can't make this go away. I could potentially get in serious trouble for this if it happens enough times".
"Look, we got time. We'll go to the tax folks tomorrow and they'll set ya right. Alright? We're gonna get to the bottom o' this. I promise".
"It's not just the taxes. Its...everything. my hours at work got wrecked...again. my next paycheck is gonna look terrible".
"Maybe try findin' somethin' else doll. You're a girl o' many talents. Hell maybe the paper will hire ya".
"Journalism isn't my thing. I'd be terrible at it. Plus nothing happens in this damn town..." I rolled my eyes, "I just don't want...HER to be right".
It didn't take long for it to click. "Your stepmama? Fuck her-"
"I hear her Os. All the time. In my head. 'You don't work enough. You don't do enough. You don't make enough. You haven't done anything with your life at thirty, while your little sister already has a career and two crotch goblins'. Like seriously...just fuck off" I sniffed angrily, "she's right. Nothing I ever do is enough. It's not enough for me to just be happy, right?".
"Babe...first off, she's wrong. And seriously, fuck her. Second, I wish I could say happiness was the end all, be all, but...it ain't. And if I could change that for ya I would, and ya know I would".
"I know...I just...don't know what to do. I don't wanna be one of those people that get up and they hate going to work. I love my job. A lot. I have fun and I'm happy...but it doesn't work me enough. And until I can find somewhere to sell my jewelry where I won't get bitched at, I'm sitting on nearly fifty dollars or more of merchandise. I'm getting pissed on, Os. I'm getting pissed on without the courtesy of even calling it rain".
"Could always go back to fast food, doll-"
"And be miserable? Again I don't wanna be one of those assholes that hates their job".
"It wasn't a happy job, but it was stable. And I'm thinkin' right now that's what ya need. Ya need stability. And I get it, ya love what ya do but...darling...it's not workin' for you. Ash I hate seein' ya so stressed over this. Ya don't get paid enough for this shit".
I sighed and hugged my knees. "I don't wanna go back to that os, it's gonna fucking destroy me. I was stuck in that shit for nearly ten years".
"And it wasn't all bad, was it?".
"It wasn't completely awful but...I can't stand how people look down on me there. At least doing what I do now I'm a little more respected".
"But you handled it...hm...only thing I can think of is to write on the side. You know...write one shots for folks or somethin'?"
"Maybe...I just...don't know what to do at this point, Os. I really really don't".
Authors note: yeah, I'm having serious financial troubles and problems have arisen with my taxes. My work has seriously cut my hours and I feel hopeless. This was a part vent, part one shot. I don't know why, but I thought Oswald was appropriate for this. I seriously feel lost guys and I have no idea what to do with myself...
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hells-fvry · 11 months ago
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Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK—
Shaking hands nearly drop the phone, Angel choking back a yelp as the door his back is pressed against is bombarded with another heavy THUD. ❝ Shit… ❞ He mutters, fumbling to search his contacts. Through the swollen eye and blood dripping down his forehead, obscuring his vision and smearing on the screen, it takes longer than he’d like to get there. Breathing heavily, darkness tinging what little sight he has as he struggles to stay conscious, Angel weakly presses onto the first name— and ONLY option —to come to mind. A stupid grab at a slim chance, but at least it’s something.
He barely allows Alastor a moment to speak before he’s blurting—
❝ Al, listen— I need help. You gotta get me outta here. You jus’ gotta. ❞ Wiping at his busted lip with an arm, words are slurred with exhaustion and frantic in pace. Heavy banging can still be heard against the door, entire frame rattling as Angel hears the lock grow weaker, ❝ I locked myself in a bathroom but it ain’t gonna hold. He’s gonna kill me, Al. An’ I can’t— I can’t let him do that. Not here. I don’ wanna die fuckin’ here. ❞ In his broken pleading, Angel doesn’t even register that he hasn’t said where he is. But it shouldn’t be hard to deduce, the spider called out for a surprise John late that night. At the usual motel, Angel having boasted about his reputation there many-a-time. Frankly, Angel doesn’t know if Alastor is aware. If he bothers to pay attention to the details about Angel’s life… Why the Hell would he?
Why did Angel even call? Was it just because there’s no one else he CAN? No one at the hotel can get here fast enough… and even if they could, he doesn’t want them to see him like this. He can’t let anyone see him like this. Beaten within an inch of his afterlife by some oversized schmuck who didn’t like being told to Fuck Off once the job was done ( and it was clear that’s All this was ) . Who had taken him by surprise when he went to leave the room— Angel feeling like an idiot, too wrapped up in his own frustrations to remember never to turn his back on one of THOSE fans —and making him pay for daring to… Well, to say no, Angel supposes.
What a stupid fucking decision. As if he couldn’t suck it up and appease another entitled asshole for a bit longer… Now he’s cornered in a bathroom, waiting to either bleed out on the filthy floor or for an impatient fuck to barge in and finish the job himself. Angel doesn’t even want to think about what that could mean for his body until it finally wakes back up in his room at the studio. Bitter tears sting the bruises on his cheeks, Angel breathing out through a thick trembling voice, ❝ Fuck… Not again. I can’t wake up there again. ❞
Seemingly more concerned about what happens after the death rather than the pain of dying itself— it’s scary… and it sucks… but the shock of waking up in the studio ( the reminder of his never-ending cycle ) will always be the WORST part —Angel sounds resigned to his fate. As if by pleading for help, he’s come to terms with how it’s not going to come… with that, Angel sighs and shuts his eyes. Hand holding his phone falling to the ground as his head rests against the door with a soft thud.
Well… At least the phone call DID help. In a way.
Now he’s more tired than scared. — (( *shoves… a lil somethin* ))
@burning-fcols
It was a necessary evil, but one that was greatly detested any time Alastor was reminded if the cellphone buried deep in his pocket. He had endured near a week of Charlie's pestering he have one for "emergencies", having sat through power-points, rambling lectures and more than enough puppy dog eyes that it had finally worn him down. He couldn't deny it filled him with a pride, knowing he was the one they would call when the threat of đēⱥⱦħ loomed. Even the princess of hell knew his power, and thought it acceptable for protecting her precious friends. When it came to her, that was the highest compliment to his abilities he could think of, even if the thought of failing rolled his stomach in a way he couldn't quite place.
The hotel and the souls within it were his to protect whether he liked it or not, thanks to his own deal with the perverbial devil.
Still, he had yet to actually be called by anyone, almost as if they knew it better be life or death to make him actually use the phone. Of course the first time the infernal thing rang would be during an overlord meeting, heads turning this way and that only for Alastor to render everyone speechless as he excused himself to take the call.
He wasn't able to get a word in upon answering, a snappy threat response to interrupting his day cut short by the pure desperation in Angel's voice. He listened, air slowing curdling with the oppressive ƀᵾƶƶ of static that apparently infected every possible electronic in the vicinity, if vox's distorted yelling from the other room was anything to go by. It only ended when the phone snapped in his grasp, so long he had tried to break that thing only to fail again and again, and it took Angel Dust of all people to tip the scales.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't panicking, though over Angel's predicament or the fact that he actually cared about it remained a mystery he had no intention of solving.
It...was a bit fuzzy after that, rage having taken over the demon's mind as he burst back into the meeting room, that stupid ӺɄȻҞĪꞤ₲ television pinned to the wall with a crack of drywall as dark static took over the room. "Ӻīꞥđ Ⱥꞥꞡēł Đᵾꞩⱦ." Had been his only words on the matter, and for once his fellow overlord wasn't stupid enough to argue as he tracked the spider's phone.
He couldn't say just how much time had passed between then and now, vague flashes of destruction breaking through the static like a stuttering record until everything seemed to stop. The room was in ruins, some sleazy motel by the looks of it, and the would be attacker was nothing more than a puddle of blood jello steadily soaking into the carpet amongst the rubble. Alastor himself was also covered in blood, though perhaps that wasn't much of a surprise given who he was. What was a surprise, however, was finding Angel carefully cradled in his arms as he came down from anger induced concern euphoria, somehow spared from the chaos despite the overlord not even able to recall causing the trail of ɍᵾīꞥ that followed him there.
He was admittedly at a loss now as his body shrank to its usual form, the demon's eyes still too ȼɍⱥȼҟłɏ to see properly, only knowing that he had Angel's head in his lap where he sat on his knees by the blur of pink blood and soft fluff against his hands. He couldn't breath, why couldn't he breathe-
"If you die now, I will be quite cross with you, quite cross indeed." Answer answer ȺꞤꞨⱲɆꞦ-
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seijorhi · 4 years ago
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Inexorable ♕
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My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy​ and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh
Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader
tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?
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He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.
Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.
Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.
Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.
You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut. 
And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.
Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl. 
No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.
The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day. 
Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha
Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.
Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.
Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.
Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.
They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.
You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.
It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?
You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.
Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.
The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.
“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”
He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”
And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.” 
But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.
“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way. 
You couldn’t care less.
Kazuma was in your apartment.
Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key. 
And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.
It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.
Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number. 
Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too… 
With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through. 
A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–
Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.
You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.
So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.
There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.
And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.
Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.
Silence greets you. 
You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–
Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.
This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.
“I-I need a gun.”
To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”
They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze. 
Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.
You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that. 
“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”
“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”
Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.
Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”
Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question. 
The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”
It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”
Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”
You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.
You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it. 
“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”
Wordlessly, you comply.
“Look at me.”
Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin. 
He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”
Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”
“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.
Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?
“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding. 
“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.
Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.
And the other part of you revels in it.
“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.
He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop. 
He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty. 
“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”
Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is. 
Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath. 
In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.
His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning. 
You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.
The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan. 
At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.
You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt. 
“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out. 
Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch. 
Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.
You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.
And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to. 
“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.
Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.
You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference? 
Do you actually want to?
“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream. 
He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.
And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.
You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.
The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.
“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–
Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts. 
It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.
Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection. 
And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed. 
Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers. 
“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.
He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.
“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”
Weakly, you nod.
“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.
And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.
There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him. 
Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.
And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.
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bunny-lou · 2 years ago
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Good Boy, Part 8 - (The Black Phone Fic, hurt!Finney Blake)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Summary: The Grabber only wanted to play Naughty Boy. He didn’t actually want a Naughty Boy. No, the Grabber wanted a Good Boy, a Sweet Boy, a Loving Boy.
And Finn is prepared to be anything he needs to survive.
Warnings: Child abuse, child grooming, inappropriate relationship between adult and minor, a kidnapped child is forced to do whatever his kidnapper wants. Anything that is done or implied in the movie also takes place in this fic.
***Updated warning for mentions of blood in this chapter.
“Hey Finn.”
Finney doesn’t jump, even though he’s shocked. He looks up from his book and his breath catches in his throat. “Robin?”
It’s the first time he’s seen his friend since the day Robin went missing. That was...damn, months ago. Finny doesn’t even know what day it is, but it’s been far too long since he saw Robin. If not for all the blood, Robin would look the same. Same hair length, same dark eyes, same height.
When Finn stands to cross the room, he notices he is the slightest bit taller than Robin. That had never happened before. The very thought that he has been allowed to continue to grow and Robin has not disturbs him more than the blood.
Robin’s cheek and throat are covered in blood, as is his left arm and chest. Finn thinks maybe his throat was slit as he laid on his side, drenching part of him in blood.
He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Robin tries to smile at him. It doesn’t reach his dead, hollow eyes, but he’s here and Finney can’t even remember how long it’s been since he saw him.
“S’okay, Finn.” Robin tells him. He makes no move to touch Finn. He probably can’t. “Don’t cry over me.”
And Robin is right, he shouldn’t be crying right now. Finn has no idea how much time they have. The phone calls in the basement lasted anywhere from seconds to minutes and Vance had only been around for a bit before he disappeared.
“I didn’t get out.” Finn tells him in shaky breaths. “I tried. But I-I couldn’t.”
“If I knew about the ax, I would’ve warned you. He didn’t use that on me. I’m sor-.”
“Don’t!” Finn snaps at him and clenches his fist. “Don’t say that. You... It’s... Don’t.”
“Okay.” Robin shrugs his bloodied shoulder. “I’m trying to figure out this house man. It’s hard. I don’t know how to...” he gestures his hands in front of himself. “How to be.”
The afterlife doesn’t come with a fucking handbook.
“I miss you.” Finn blurts out. “I... You were my best friend. You are.”
Robin grins and it’s like he’s not dead and Finn isn’t trapped and they’re both outside under a tree as they study. “I was your only friend.”
Finn tries to grin back. “You were all I needed.”
Robin swallows. “You gotta get outta here, Finn.”
“I know.”
“No, I mean you gotta get out. He’s not gonna let you go.”
Finn shies away from him. He wraps his arms around his stomach, shamefully aware that he is speaking in clothes bought for him by the man who murdered Robin. “I... Do you know? What he does?”
Robin just nods.
“I-I-I don’t like it. I don’t-I don’t want him to-.”
“Finn.” Robin makes a move like he wants to grab him, but doesn’t. “I know, man. It’s not your fault. He...”
“Vance said-.”
“Don’t listen to Vance. He’s an asshole.”
“Did he do that to you?”
Robin makes a face and looks away. If he weren’t a ghost, maybe he’d be pale at the mention of the Grabber touching him. Maybe he’d be red with the same shame Finn feels. But Robin is a ghost and he will never look any different than what he does right now.
“He didn’t do that to me.” Robin says after a long moment. “You’re close to where the basement was. But it’s not the same house.” He looks at the wall to his right, as if there’s something on the other side. “I don’t know where. But I can feel it.”
“Where are you?”
Robin snickers. “I guess limbo or some shit? I don’t really know. Griffin thinks this is hell, wandering forever. But I think there’s more. I can tell that... I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Oh.” Finn says. “But where... Where’s your body?”
Robin looks down at himself. “I don’t know. I don’t think it really matters anymore.”
“How long can you stay?”
“I don’t know that either. I hope for a while. We need to get you outta here. Gwen is still looking for you.”
Finn sinks to the ground. “Can you see her?”
“I think I can sense when she’s by. She’s riding up and down the streets every day. Looking for you.” Robin sits down next to him. “She’s a good sister.”
“She’s the best.”
“Yeah, yeah she is.”
“How are you here without the phone?” Finn looks at him. He wants to ignore the blood and the dark eyes and focus instead on what he remembers. Robin’s hands that beat the shit out of bullies, the knuckles Finn had patched up more than once. His shirt (always sleeveless because Robin was cool like that, had muscles that made older boys jealous, that made Finn jealous) is the same grey one he wore to gym class. His hair fell down around his face without his usual bandana around to keep it back.
Outside of their long hair, he and Robin don’t share many similar traits. Robin has (had?) dark skin where Finn is pale, Robin is tall and broad where Finn is awkward and gangly, Robin was quick and confident where Finn is...not.
“I don’t know. I wish I had more answers for you.”
“I’m sorry.” Finn’s mouth trembles. “I’m sorry I didn’t get out and I’m sorry that-.”
“Don’t.” Robin leans forward to wrap his arms around Finn. Fuck, Finn just wants to hug his friend, hold him, touch someone who isn’t a-.
Robin’s arms pass right through him, a cold whisp in their wake.
Finn crumples and next to him, Robin does too.
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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago
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lowkey (jjk) | 02.
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⦿ boo’d up in the daytime
⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime
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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.
pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk
genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut
words: 3.2k
warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic
note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗
tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​
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"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.
"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."
"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."
"Okay, and? I heard you."
"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.
"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.
"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.
Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.
"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"
"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.
Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.
"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.
"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.
"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"
"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.
"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"
"Everything." He does a small head tilt.
"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."
"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.
"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"
"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.
He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.
Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.
The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.
[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?
"Crap."
"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.
"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.
"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.
"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."
"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"
"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.
"I'm going in that direction too."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."
"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.
"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"
"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.
"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.
"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"
"Maybe." He goes along with it.
"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.
"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."
"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.
No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.
"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.
"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."
"I haven't tried any dry rubs."
"You can try one of mine later."
"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.
But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.
[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.
[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?
[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.
[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?
[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.
[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b
"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."
"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"
"Yeah, since high school."
"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.
"What about you, where are your friends?"
"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."
"Cute. You all are really close, too?"
"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.
"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"
"Yeah kinda."
"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.
"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.
"Sure."
"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.
"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."
"She's kinda scary."
"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.
"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.
"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.
"Sorry."
"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"
"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.
"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."
"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.
"Do you have family here?" He nods.
"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"
"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."
"Do you live alone?"
"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."
"That's nice."
"You?"
"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."
"What about your other friends?"
"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."
"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.
"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"
"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."
"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.
"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.
"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."
"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.
He's simple, but in a good way.
You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.
"You okay?"
"Ya, why?"
"You look tense."
"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.
"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?
A kiss?! Fuck.
"Y-yeah."
"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"
"8th grade." Your eyes widen.
"O-oh, now I see."
"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"
"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."
"I know."
"So, are you.."
"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.
"Like.."
"Just ask Y/N."
"Are you a virgin?"
"I don't know." You furrow your brows.
"Huh?"
"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."
"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.
"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.
"Because?"
"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"
"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.
"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.
"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."
"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.
"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."
"It's pathetic."
"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."
"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.
"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."
"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"
"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"
"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."
"Cute." You smile.
"You?"
"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."
"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"
"Hm?" You hum.
"Do we hang out?"
"Yeah we can." You nod.
"Cool." He smiles.
"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"
"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."
"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.
"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.
"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.
None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.
Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.
"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."
"Right now?"
"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.
"Y/N, I—"
"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."
"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."
"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.
Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.
He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.
"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."
"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.
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jaycewrites-192000 · 3 years ago
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You're Grounded Pt. 2
Summery: Smiley and Angry's little sister is still grounded, only this time...things go differently.
Part One Here
Rating: SFW
Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Little Sister Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata
(Still no incest my dudes)
Also spoilers for episode 20-21!!
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One week had passed, and ever since you were stuck in your room, only allowed to come out to go to school, to eat, and bathroom breaks. Other than that, no luck getting out from your little prison. And you were warned to not sneak out again, or another week would be added. You didn't bother trying, as much as you hate to admit it, your brothers were smarter than they looked. They knew every move you would make and would do everything in their power to stop you.
However, you were allowed to have your phone back. They were s confident that if you were to try and call for backup, they would stop it from happening. You made the best of it though, at least you had someone to talk to now. Emma wanted an explanation as to where you had disappeared to lately and you told her you were grounded, well, double grounded now. When she asked why, you hesitated to tell her. But you did, after she promised not to tell Smiley and Angry of course. She did say that you should tell them why you started that fight in the first place, but...it was a bit more complicated than that.
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So, here you were, in your room looking blankly at your door. Every now and then Smiley or Angry, or both of them, would come and check to see if you were still there. Speaking of, your door opened, Angry walked in this time. "Right on time, big brother." You mutter, not bothering to look at him. "Smiley had to run out somewhere real quick. So, I'm gonna stay here until he gets back." He leans against the door after he shut it.
"Whatever." You rolled your eyes. The silence between you two was heavy with tension and awkwardness.
"...Sorry about before. But you really shouldn't have tricked us like that." You didn't respond. "Come on. You're acting childish."
"I am a child dummy. And so are you, so stop acting like your our mother." You glared at him. "Oh, and you wanna talk being childish? You two get into fights every fucking day, and you two rarely ever get punished for it! So how come I get double grounded!?"
"You get double grounded for sneaking out. And you shouldn't be getting into fights at all. As for us, it's different." Angry explained as calmly as he could. "That's bullshit and you know it!" You snapped. "You wouldn't be saying any of this if I were in the same gang as you two!"
"You won't be joining any gangs of any kind!" Angry finally snapped back. It was rare that he would ever raise his voice at you, so you were at a loss for words. Once he saw your shocked face he toned it down. "Just...don't do it again. Please Y/n, you shouldn't be fighting."
And then came more silence. You and Angry never liked whenever there would be a fight between all three of you. But tension had build up ever since you got into that stupid fight. And honestly, you knew that it didn't need to happen but after what happened...after what those jackasses said...What choice did you have?
"Why did you do it anyway?" Angry asks, making you look up from your bed. You opened your mouth to answer, but shut it before looking away again. "Does it really matter?" You asked. "It's done. Nothing I can do about it now."
Before Angry could respond, Smiley walked in. "Heeey, she try to get out again?" He asked. "No..." Angry shook his head. "But she's hiding something." You shot him a glare. "Oh, so we're telling lies now?"
"I don't know, are we?" Angry turned to his brother. "When has Y/n ever started a fight? She rarely gets into fights, and normally she isn't the one to start some shit." Smiley nods his head at his brother's words. "That's a good point. So, wanna talk to us like a big girl?"
"No. Get out." You tell them sternly. "Too bad!" Smiley hopped on your bed and sat beside you. "Better start talking sis."
"Or what?" You challenged. Smiley's grin deepened. "Or else your double grounding will turn into a triple grounding." He tells you. "What!? How's that fair!?" Smiley shrugs. "Just is. Now spill." You resisted the urge to slug your annoying peach hair older brother in the jaw before sighing heavily. "You really wanna know? Fine. I started that fight because some asshole was talking shit about you two! Happy?"
Smiley and Angry looked at each other before turning back to you. "You started a fight because of that?" Angry asks. You furrow your brow in frustration. "It's more than that...they called you guys a smiling freak and a whinny crybaby. They also talked shit about Toman. And when I confronted them about it...they said I couldn't do a thing without my brothers there to protect me...that I was just a weak little girl who needed to stay out of other's way...So, I punched their lights out." You didn't notice you were crying until the end of it.
"I wouldn't have hit them if they would have just apologized and kept their mouths shut." You say with a sniffle. It was quiet until Smiley started laughing. "Man! You went and defended ours and Toman's honor? You really are the best little sister." He pets your head. "Huh?" You look up at him confused. "That was nice of you Y/n, but you didn't need to get hurt over us." Angry made his way over to you.
"W-well they were hurt way more than me." You told him. "I handled it didn't I?"
"Yes but, still. You're safety matters to us way more than a few insults thrown at us. Next time that happens, tell us."
"Yeah! We'll beat the fuck out of them so you don't get in trouble like you did." Smiley added. "Don't be like your dumbass older brothers Y/n. You're going places you know? Don't waste it on fighting like a gangster."
"But you guys are in a gang..." You mutter. "Don't get any ideas Y/n." Said Smiley, despite his smile, he was serious. "We wouldn't know what to do if you were hurt or worse. Just be our tough little sis outside of a gang ok?" You pout slightly but nod anyway. You did consider joining Toman, somehow. Your brothers inspired you in more than one way, and being in a gang was one of them. Not just any gang, a real gang. "The new age of delinquents" as Mikey put it.
It sounded so cool when you heard about it, and you wanted so desperately to be by your brothers side when it finally happens. But it wasn't always cool and badass, after Darken nearly dying and Baji's death, it dawned on you just how dangerous joining a gang could be. And Smiley and Angry be damned if they let their little sister be murdered and they couldn't prevent it.
You didn't know Draken and Baji on a personal level like everyone else in Touman did, but they were so kind to you whenever you were around. Baji even joked that you were like Toman's little sister. His death left a hole in the hearts of Toman, including yours...
"I won't get into anymore fights, but you guys have to promise me something too." Smiley and Angry waited for your word. "Promise me...that you'll be careful and promise me, you guys won't leave us like Baji did..."
The next thing you knew, your brothers were enveloping you in their embrace. "And leave you all alone? No way in hell." Smiley said softly. "We're not going anywhere." Said Angry. You sniffled but managed to smile. "Good. I might say I don't want you around, but you guys are all I got. So ignore me whenever I might say it again, ok?"
"Sure thing." Smiley chuckled. "Oh by the way, you're ungrounded."
You perk up. "Double ungrounded?"
"Yep. Double ungrounded. But you better not go start shit with anyone again, got it?"
"Got it." You giggle.
"Good. Now let's get out of here. I bet you're bored right?" Smiley asked as the three of you left your room. "Bored as fuck."
"There's a new arcade that just opened up. Should we go there?" Angry asked. " Hell yeah!" You and Smiley say in unison.
You still have no idea how you got so lucky as to get ungrounded like you did, but you had a feeling your brothers were never going to punish you as harshly as they did before.
Maybe...
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(So I was thinking of making like a little kawata sister series? Idk how well that would play out or how it will be done/written but yeah, stay tuned if that interests you)
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writing-fanics · 3 years ago
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(Izuku Midoryia) x Fem!Reader x Shoto Todoroki
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(Katsuki!Reader)
It’s a two year age gap.. not really that bad
(Summary: Izuku’s biggest mistake was cheating on his best friends little sister)
(TW: aged up, angst, with kinda fluff ending, mentions of cheating, pregnancy, mentions of sexual activity, mentions of porn)
(Y/n is 19 .. Deku is 21..)
(Y/n) smiles happily, staring down at the positive pregnancy test in her hands. She’s always wanted to be a mother ever since she was little, and she’s finally going to be a mother. Deku the father they’ve been dating for almost four years, and are now going to be parents.
She finished her business in the bathroom. Making her way down the stairs, excitedly to tell her boyfriend she’s pregnant. “Zuku!” She exclaimed. Looking around for her green haired lover, looking around the apartment for him.
“Zuku?” She said once more. Her lips curling to the side, as she wondered where her boyfriend was, pulling out her phone she called him.
No answer..
Again..
No answer…
She sighed, deciding to just wait for him to get home. Walking towards the kitchen she started dinner. Wanting to have a romantic dinner to announce the new addition to their lives. Yet, hours went by and he still hadn’t returned home to his waiting girlfriend.
The dinner having now gone cold. Still waiting at the candle lit table waiting tirelessly. While twirling her fingers in the air playing with her quirk, “Where on earth is he?” She sighed. Pulling out her phone once more calling him again.
This time he answered, “Izuku! Where are you it’s late an-.” she stopped. Her stomach sank to her feet. This was some sick prank right, he’s just watching some adult video. Her entire body felt numb hearing the explicit noises escaping those familiar voices mouths.
She wanted to throw up reach her hand into the phone, and stop them. Tears brimmed her eyes as she placed her hand over her mouth, muffling the sobs that were wracking her body.
‘Oh, Deku~!’
She couldn’t bring herself to hang up, and what’s worse she could see it all. Instead of picking accept call. He clicked on facetime; so all she could see was her boyfriend of four years was cheating on her with Ochaco. Her best friend.
(Y/n) sobbed the phone slipping from her grasped, the screen cracking once it hit the floor. Just hearing the moans and the sound of slapping skin, broke her. She couldn’t breath her chest heaved uncontrollably, as her vision blurred. She heaved sweat running down the side of her head, as she threw up on the ground ruining the new rug she just bought.
Her skin paled as the sounds continued, it wasn’t until. “Shit shit shit shit! Y/n?! Oh fuck fuck fuck!” Izuku cursed. Noticing the camera on and his girlfriend on the ground, vomiting. His heart pounded against his chest as he realized what he had done, still a bit hungover from drinking but that doesn’t destroy the fact that he just cheated on his girlfriend.
Ochaco stayed silent, she knew that Izuku and (Y/n) were together. But the booze and the fact she still held feelings for him, got the better of her. He quickly got on his clothes, tripping as he struggled to put on his pants. As he rushed towards his and (Y/n)’s apartment.
(Y/n) whimpered, reaching towards her phone dialing her brother and Shoto. Hearing them answer and Katsuki hearing his sister cry he knew something was up, “Y/n! What happened?! What did he do to you?!” Katsuki shouted, already putting on his shoes running out the door to meet his sister.
“Sho, Katsuki.. H-He h-he cheated on me!” She wailed, sobbing and Katsuki’s eyes widened.
“He…..Did…..WHAT?!!!!”
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And Shoto’s eyes widened as well. “I’m coming over!” Shoto shouted. Putting on his shoes and clothes.
Katsuki’s eyes twitches, “That asshole! When I see his ass I’m gonna!” He shouted angrily. “I-Im pregnant, I-I wanted to tell him over diner.” She whimpered.
Katsuki slammed opened the door running into the dinning room, and finding his sister on the ground sobbing. Shoto rushes in as well to comfort her, “H-He promised he’d never cheat on me. He gave me his word.” She screamed. Into Her brothers chest he wrapped his arms around his sister.
Shoto hated seeing her like this, the girl he’s loved for four years straight heartbroken, because her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. “Tch, I meant what I said when I see that green haired piece of shit im-.”
“Y/n!” Izuku shouted, everyone turned towards the front door and saw the messy haired Izuku. His shirt on backwards and his pants barely staying up.
Katsuki gritted his teeth glaring at him, “You have some fucking nerve showing up here!” He shouted, standing to his feet stomping towards Izuku who looked down ashamed.
“I-I-I’m sorry, Y/n im so sorry I got drunk and Ochaco t-took me to her place an-.” Izuku stammered. Katsuki grabbed him forcefully but the collar of his shirt, pinning the already terrified Izuku to the wall.
“That’s my sister you piece of shit! Look what you did to her!” Katsuki shouted. Slamming him into the wall, Izuku stared at her tears in his eyes. “I-I’m sorry, I messed up I know please y/n I love you.” Izuku whimpered.
“Tch, drunk or not! It shouldn’t of happened! You should’ve known your limit!” Katsuki glared at who he once thought was his friend, someone he could trust to take care of his little sister. If something were to happen to him.
“I gave you my trust. My sister.. and you break that trust by doing the one thing I told you not to do!” Katsuki gritted his teeth.
Izuku sobbed, unable to look at the crying (Y/n) who was in the arms of Shoto. She stands to her feet and walks towards Izuku, “I want you gone by tomorrow morning. If you don’t want your stuff blown up by Katsuki.” She said blankly, her eyes showing no emotion.
“Y/n give me a second chance please I promise I won’t-,” Izuku begged, breaking out of Katsuki’s grasps and begging on all fours gripping her dress. The dress he bought her the night of their anniversary which was today.
She scoffed, “You know what makes this worse, the fact you cheated on our anniversary.” She said, glaring at him pushing him away.
“Take this filthy thing back!” She shouted. Ripping off the necklace he gave her four years ago, throwing it at his feet. Wiping the tears from her eyes. “Fuck you, Izuku Midoriya. You wanna be Japan’s Number One Hero! Well your going down the wrong path.” She s exclaimed.
“Get your shit and leave…… Now.” She snarled. He looked at her with the most heartbroken face ever. She didn’t care anymore she paid for this apartment. Izuku slowly made his way up the stairs, going into their once shared room and getting the essentials he’ll come back early in the morning to get everything else.
After five minutes he walks down the stairs holding a suitcase. Tears streaming down his cheeks, “I-I’m sorry, Y/n. I-.”
“Just leave.” She spat.
(Nine Months Later)
(Y/n) smiled, holding the newborn in her arms. “Hi, Ine.” She cooed. Shoto smiled, as he looked at the child. “She’s so beautiful Sho.” She exclaimed. Gently stroking the babies cheek with her finger.
“She is just like her mother.” He said, she smiled leaning up to kiss him on the lips. Even though Ine looked just like Izuku, and (Y/n) would never forgive him for that she’ll let him see his daughter. He has the right. But she’ll never try to rekindle what they once had.
“Thank you, Sho for being their for me.” She said, looking up at him. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.
Bonus…
Katsuki looks at the baby and cringes, “How, could that thing come out of you it’s too cute to be your child y/n!” Katsuki said, and (Y/n) glared at him and folded her arms.
Ine stared at her uncle curiously, cooing and reaching up towards him. His heart melted as he scooped her into his arms. Holding his niece was the best moment of his life, also seeing how happy his sister was with Shoto.
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