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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 2
Proving Yourself
You knew Joker was disappointed in you
You knew he thought you were too weak
And you hated it
You hated that he had been right
Harley assured you that anyone would have failed with the Bat there
And while she wasn't wrong it didn't seem to bring any comfort
Joker went toe to toe with Batman all the time
So why not do the same?
You had come to an important realization. You couldn't fight the Bat. Not that you ever thought you'd win against him on your own. You may have a few screws loose but you weren't delusional. So, if you can't fight Batman then you'd fight in your own weight class. Robin.
That's how you'd prove you weren't weak.
You watched from a distance as the Bat and Robin parted ways, each headed in their own direction across the city. You smiled to yourself as you watched the boy grapple from building to building. Almost there.
You held your breath before a burst of green smoke erupted around the boy.
Yahtzee!
You quickly ran along the rooftops to where the Boy Wonder had been engulfed. As you neared you could hear coughing. You lowered a pair of goggles over your eyes and scanned the area for the source. You narrowly dodged as a sharp projectile flew past you. And again when a kick slammed beside you.
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, y'know, out for a little midnight stroll. And you?"
"Enough of your games! What are you after?"
"You."
"... Huh?"
"I'm after you." You circled the boy, hand on your holster. "I mean, think about it. I can't take on the Bat. Man's got like a million pounds of muscle on me! But you-" You smiled. "You I can handle."
Without warning a quick punch met your stomach. You stumbled back, winded.
"Think so, huh?"
You looked up from where you were bent over, gasping for air. Robin stood there, arrogant smirk growing. Now that pissed you off.
You pulled the gun out, shooting blindly at the boy. But unfortunately for you it seems his cape, like his mentor's, was bulletproof. You triggered another smoke bomb before sweeping his legs. You clambered on top of him with your gun in hand. Before you could take aim Robin grabbed your wrist, twisting it until you were forced to drop the gun. He was quick to flip you onto your back, hands pinned beside your head.
"Now talk. What do you want?"
"I already told you, dumbass!"
"Ugh." He whined. "Well obviously you can't beat me. Frankly I'm surprised you can beat anyone with the way you fight."
"That's why guns were invented."
"Oh, 'cause that's so helping you right now." The boy looked over at the weapon now abandoned on the roof.
"Whatever. Just haul me in already." You turned away.
You felt embarrassed. Angry. Just overall frustrated with yourself. How could you let this happen again? You had everything planned! Now Joker will never believe you're strong enough.
"... Nah."
"... What?"
You watched in shock as Robin climbed off of you and stood back to his full height. For a moment he just stood there staring at you. Almost as if debating something. Then he extended a hand to you.
Now it was your turn to stare. You blinked at the gloved hand. "What is this?"
"A hand."
"Why?"
"You prefer to be on the ground?"
With another moment of hesitation you eventually accepted his offering. He hoisted you up onto your feet. You both stood there staring at each other awkwardly. You assume he was staring, hard to tell with the mask.
Robin cleared his throat. "So... your fighting is trash."
You swung a punch only for him to block it with ease.
"Case and point."
"Shut up! Some of us didn't have a fancy superhero to teach us how."
"... I could teach you."
You blanched at the boy. Seriously, what was this guy up to?
"And you would teach your enemy how to fight better because...?"
"First of all, I'm not teaching you how to fight better, I'm teaching you how to fight period." You sucked your teeth in disapproval. "Secondly, if you're seriously gonna keep coming at me I don't wanna be responsible for anymore brain damage you suffer."
"Listen, bitch-!"
"Did you just call me a bit-"
"I could have easily killed you if I had a sniper rifle. You're just lucky Joker never gave me one."
"Excuses, excuses. Now put em up." Robin raised his fists in front of him.
You spent that evening sparring with the Boy Wonder. Hit after hit, blow for blow, you were loathe to admit the boy was actually way more adept at this than you were. He confirmed he had years of training on you however. Still, it was apparent to you you were not in fact in the same weight class.
Now you sat on the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the oncoming traffic below. You fiddled with your gun, pulling it apart and rebuilding it. The boy watched with intrigue. His interest didn't go unnoticed. After clicking the barrel back into place you offered it to him.
"Wanna give it a try?"
He reached for it before pulling back. "I shouldn't."
You scoffed. You pulled his hand and placed the weapon in his palm. "You fight people with these all the time. It'd do you good to know how they work."
You wrapped his hand around the grip, maneuvering his finger over the trigger. "You aim, you shoot. Easy."
"You make a better student than a teacher."
The boy handed you the gun back. You holstered it before a beeping noise sounded from his belt. You watched him click it before standing.
"I have to go... Same time next week?"
"You serious?"
"Only if you are."
"Ha! I'm never serious. But sure."
With that you watched the boy grapple away. This wasn't your goal. Far from it. But if you could learn batman's fighting skills via his protege, who were you to say no? Maybe you could even learn a few weaknesses while you were at it.
You'd train with Robin. Learn everything he had to teach. Then use it against him.
You refuse to be weak any longer.
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#so I guess you just werenât going to talk to me yesterday#I donât know if itâs because youâre still mad at me or because you just âdidnât have timeâ to send any more messages#but in any case I spent my whole day basically just sitting here refreshing my messages waiting for you like I always do just to get nothing#this is why I tried to bring up to you that our lack of contact lately was bothering me and making me feel like I did something wrong#this is why I tried to propose a solution of agreeing not to talk every single day to make things easier on both of us#a solution which you completely ignored and refused to acknowledge when you snapped at me#you say you hate having to justify yourself and donât even realize that I was never asking you to do so#but having to beg you for time and being made to feel like Iâm having to chase you down in this friendship isnât exactly fun or healthy#Iâve let you dictate pretty much every facet of our relationship and conceded so much because I canât bear to lose you#I canât even defend myself properly because the second you snap at me and show me youâre upset I just crumble and do whatever you want#Iâm constantly apologizing for everything I say and do#and Iâm made to feel like Iâm being selfish and manipulative just because I want to be able to talk to my friend a little more often#you wondered why I felt used and like I was just trash to you? well this is part of the reason why honey#you treat me like Iâm disposable and like my worries and feelings donât matter#but anyway it just hurts to realize that for whatever reason you never planned on talking to me again yesterday#personal
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(yandere! bully victim x gn! bully reader) (cw: erm... yandere stuff, body horror or whatever its called idk bruh, he kinda carves his name into ur skin but its not mentioned in detail)
"how does it feel to be on the receiving end now, huh?"
you shiver, letting out a strained sound as you trash on the table.
"pluh- mn!"
"what was that? you've got to be clearer with your words, my dear. how do you expect me to understand muffles?"
the male hums, his cold hands dancing across your body. you could only shiver yet again, unable to do anything but remain binded to the table.
"oh, sorry, i forgot you couldn't speak. haha, how silly of me."
yeah, how silly of him to completely gag you so you couldn't speak. how completely silly of him to tie you to some cold table, restraining all your movements so that you couldn't fight back against him. how absolutely whimsical for him to be recording all your grunts, groans, and whines while you were completely restrained.
well, you suppose it's a bit ironic. considering that you were the one doing it to him when the both of you were younger. albeit not on this level.
you wonder if this was how he felt. vulnerable, naked, defenseless.
it happened so long ago, but the wounds you inflicted on him were still fresh. no matter how hard you try apologizing, his scars still bleed warm.
you shouldn't have been mean to him. you really shouldn't. especially when he was so much nicer back then.
"mn... you have no idea how much I've wanted to do this. it really makes me happy to see you so..."
he pauses, eyes raking over your form that was tied down to his table.
"so weak."
we've all watched the movies where the bully gets put in place and completely punished. you used to laugh at those films. i mean, how could the bully even be so stupid to get karma for their actions? couldn't they have hid better? tried making up for it? why did they have to go through the consequences of their actions? what idiots!
but now that it's happening to you, you wish you hadn't said those words.
the second you found out that your ex-victim was your boss, you couldn't even as much as utter a word. no, you felt like you were about to have a mental breakdown. especially because you were now his secretary, working for him.
"come on, what happened to that big, scary, and mean ol' bully that i knew? the one that used to pour water over my head and have their friends restrain me?"
his words have a hunt of condescension- no, they were fully condescending. he was mocking you right now. mocking you for your stupidity, mocking you for your actions. and he was absolutely taking pleasure in seeing you in such a weak and reduced state. a shell of the person you once were.
you couldn't do anything but to take it like the loser you were.
"haha, look at you. all tied down and gagged like the dog you are. why don't you bark for me? maybe I'll be nicer if you act like a stupid bitch in heat."
he laughs, hands resting on your clothed abdomen. his hair falls over his eyes, the usual up kept man looking like a mess as he continues to taunt you.
"you know, when i confessed to liking you, i never expected you to bully me. seriously. i thought you'd be like, I don't know, nice about it. if you were nice I don't think I'd have stalked you and do all this. would've courted you normally until you accepted. I'm a patient guy after all."
the words that come out of his mouth have just the tiniest bit of sadness in them. however, it's completely squashed down by the sharp look in his eyes.
"had i known you'd be such an ass about it... I'd have just taken you for myself right there and then. who cares about having a normal relationship, right? as long as you're with me, it's all that matters."
right, like what he was doing right now. ever since you started working for him he's been constantly... acting like he was your boyfriend rather than your boss. constantly giving you gifts, telling you that it was okay that you bullied him because he knows you're just shy and that he'll make things right... the worst part was when he forbid you from interacting with others.
it was fucking creepy.
things were only worsened when he found you on a night out at a bar, flirting with some random stranger. you had wanted to let loose and relieve some stress but it looks like karma loved to see you suffer.
"what are you doing? are you cheating on me?"
what the fuck?! you stare at your boss in horror, freezing in place. quickly turning back to the stranger you were flirting with, you shake your head and apologize, explaining that your boss was just a little weird. why the hell is he even here?!
"look, I'm sorry but he's a bit of a creep and-"
"my darling, i think it's time we go back home. you've had one too many drinks."
that experience was only the start of an even worser time. one that led him to declare to the whole damn world that you were now his in a fit of anger and mania. i mean, he practically has you locked in his house now. and it wasn't even illegal since you agreed to come.
he had called you to sort out some paperwork or whatever and you being his secretary... you couldn't refuse even if you wanted to. so you made your way to his house, all naive and ignorant of what was to come the second he opened those doors to that luxurious mansion of his.
you passed out and the next thing you knew, you were restrained to the table, gagged and staring at him with a half lidded look in your eyes.
god damn it, you should've known better than to believe this crazy guy's words. why would you willingly go to his place where there'd be no one but you two? ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid.
and now you could only express how terrified you were with your eyes and shivering body.
"how cute. how seriously cute. I've always wanted to see you look at me with that expression."
he coos, lips stretched into a smirk as he leans down to your face. his breath hits your skin, cold hands trailing up your chest and to your jaw before he grips hard.
"you're mine. it wasn't clear when i was just a boy but you've always been mine. since the day i let you bullied me, and even right now, I've made it clear. you're mine, and always will be mine."
he's right, you've always been his. why else would this rich and obviously powerful guy just let you bully him? he could've had you gone the second you made a move on him but instead...
"i still remember the slaps and bruises you left on me. ah... you were so cute back then. hitting me like that. should've scarred me too, maybe then I'd see your horrified face whenever i flashed it."
a sadist. you're sure that he's some sort of sadistic masochist.
"oh well, it's no matter. I've done that job for you."
he pulls away, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his bare upper body to you. to say that you were completely terrified would be an understatement. because why the hell was your first name (and his last name btw) painfully carved into his other flawless skin? right above his heart, no less!
"isn't it beautiful? you're forever with me now."
his words send a chill down your body. what the hell, you don't want to be with him at all! and it looks like he sensed that but chose to ignore your feelings.
your boss smiles at you before pulling out a small blade from his pants.
oh hell nah.
"it's your turn, darling."
no no no, you don't like where this is going. your body trashes violently against the cold hard table he had you strapped in, pupils blown wide as adrenaline fills your veins.
"mgh! mf!"
"hey hey, quiet down. it's only fair that i get to do it to you, right? consider this my payback. you had your fun and now I'm having mine."
no! shit shit shit, what are you supposed to do?!
you try shaking your head, sweat forming on your skin as your breath grows laboured. your body continues to trash against the bindings, but it looks like the bindings were done just a little too well.
"hm... should i do it somewhere visible? or maybe... right where your heart would be?"
you shake violently, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"nh! mh!"
"aw, is my little darling about to cry? that's so cute. go on, cry for me. cry for me just like i cried for you."
tears fall down your cheeks as he trails the vlade over your clothes. the sharpness of the item has you shivering, cold dread creeping up your spine at the very thought of that anywhere on your skin.
"hm... since you look so scared, I'll carve my initials instead of my full name. how about that? a good offer if i say so myself."
if you could speak, you'd be cursing and begging him to stop. unfortunately that wasn't the case and your boss took your lack of words as the green light.
"don't worry, I'll kiss your pain away afterwards. it'll be over before you know it."
oh god damn it, you really should've just politely rejected him when he confessed.
#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere concepts#yandere bully victim#yandere bully victim x reader#yandere ceo#yandere ceo x reader#gn reader#suiana rambling#suiana brainrotting
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Teenage Dirtbag II (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)
Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader
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summary: Youâre charmingly spoiled. Youâre too kind for your own good. Youâre the princess of Figure 8 âŚand youâre way out of JJ Maybankâs league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameronâs pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, heâs determined to save you.
Your rescue just comes with a price.
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âWhy was JJ even trying to give you some drink, anyway?â
You resisted the urge to sigh, anticipating such a question the moment the topic had swung back around to the party from last week. You kept your gaze on your lip gloss, dipping it once then twice before looking up into the mirror. You could hear Rafe pause in his movements, no doubt waiting for an answer, and this time you finally did heave a breath.
âI donât know, Rafe. I told you this,â you said to him, turning to look at him as he sat on the edge of his bed.
You watched him study you, that blue gaze of his oh so unnerving, and you werenât the least bit relieved when he simply hummed.
âI know,â he finally replied, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek. ââŚbut I have a right to wonder. Especially since youâve never spoken to him a day in your life before that night.â
Rolling your eyes, you turned to swipe the sticky product over your lips, recalling that it was one of Rafeâs favorite shades. The conversation had the potential to slip into dangerous territory, derailing your entire night, and you mulled over your next words carefully.
âHe was probably just trying to get a rise out of you,â you honestly murmured, looking at your boyfriend. ââŚand it worked.â
You merely shrugged at him as he scoffed.
âI mean, heâs way more familiar with you than me. Probably just wanted to piss you off.â
You turned the light off in his bathroom, making your way towards your shoes as you desperately hoped this conversation would come to an end soon. The topic of other men was one that rarely ended nonviolently, and you didnât know how Rafe got it into his head that the antics of JJ Maybank had anything to do with you when everyone on this entire island knew how much they hated each other. A year ago, you barely even knew the other blondeâs name.
âWell, it worked,â Rafe confessed, coming over to help you put on your other shoe. âYouâre too good to even be talking to trash like that, so yeah. It pissed me off.â
At the look on your face, Rafe continued, shaking his head.
âI know what youâre thinking, and you really donât need to go around feeling sorry for guys like that. Heâs not the down on his luck kid you think he is,â he advised, pulling you to your feet. âHim and all of Sarahâs little buddies are nothing but trouble.â
Rafe took his time telling you this, making sure you heard every word, and you only felt compelled to nod as he placed a brief kiss on your lips. Rafe swiped up your purse for you as he pulled you out of the room. You felt safer with Rafe in his house than you did in your own, but Wardâs careful eye on his son had never been foolproof. Thereâd been plenty of times Rafe gave you a sprained wrist or bruised jaw in his very own bedroom.
It's just that in his desire to be more careful within the Cameron household, he sometimes decided that it wasnât even worth it.
âWhere are you two off to?â Sarah wondered as you came face to face with her in the living room.
You hadnât even known she was home, and when it became clear that Rafe wasnât going to answer her, you did.
âTo a movie.â
The smile you sent her was small, and she reluctantly returned it before settling her gaze on her brother. You didnât miss the way her eyes narrowed, lips pursing a tad. They never got along, but considering recent events, you knew what this particular disagreement was about to be about.
âJJâs nose is still pretty messed up, you know.â
At that, Rafe did finally acknowledge her, stopping to face her with a challenging look you knew all too well. He tilted his head to the side, one brow raised.
âThat sounds like something that isnât my problem,â he shrugged, and you softly told him that you needed to go in an attempt to avoid whatever this was, but he ignored you.
âGod, youâre such an asshole, you know that? JJ just offered your girlfriend a drink and so you broke his nose? Yeah, âcause that makes sense,â Sarah murmured, shaking her head as she looked back down at her phone.
You squeezed Rafeâs arm, but he merely sneered at his sister.
âJJâs a little shit who likes to look for trouble wherever he goes. Not my fault he found it,â Rafe spat, pulling you along before Sarah could reply.
His quiet disposition and tight grip on your hand told you how annoyed he was at Sarahâs reminder of JJ and that night, and you mentally wondered if this was going to be a little thing or something that affected your whole night. Maybe even the next one too. He said nothing when he helped you into his truck, and so you were unsurprised that he was quiet his whole way to the movie too.
You were thankful this was the date of choice because it was easier to ignore Rafeâs mood when your eyes were glued to the screen. In fact, there were moments you forgot he was even there, giggling to whatever was going on in front of you. Once the movie was over, however, Rafeâs uncharacteristic silence was hard to ignore.
Knowing that youâd regret it, you finally spoke up when you made it back to his truck.
âI feel like youâre mad at me for some reason.â
It sounded silly to your ears, but then again, you knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand, and as little sense as it made, you had the sneaking suspicion that he put some blame with you somehow.
âNot mad,â he murmured, and you simply looked at him.
His gaze and the tightness in his jaw said otherwise, and despite his evident annoyance, he still claimed otherwise. He was silent as he opened your doorâhis irritation growing the longer you stared at himâand when he blinked, straightening, you finally slid inside. You werenât surprised to have the door slammed in your face, and you could only sigh when he joined you.
The first few minutes of the drive were as quiet as before, but when Rafe finally cracked, you could only close your eyes.
âWhy did you even want to go that night, anyway?â he bitterly chuckled.
You turned to look out of the window with a defeated heave of your shoulders, swallowing.
âYouâve never wanted to go before, and even then, some bonfire on the beach isnât your thing. You go to house parties with pools and prissy bitches who donât want to get their hair wet,â he sneered, making you look at him. âYeah, JJ mightâve wanted to piss me off, but it was you he chose to do it through.â
âSoâŚwhatâŚ? Itâs my fault? I shouldâve never gone with you, is that what youâre saying?â
You frowned at him when he glanced at you, dirty blond hair kissing his forehead, and Rafeâs silence spoke volumes. Against your will, you felt your throat tightening, and you were unsurprised when tears kissed your eyes. You hated crying in front of Rafe.
âI just wanted to go, Rafe. Iâd never been, andâŚitâs not like I have any friends to go with anymore. Would you have rather Iâd gone alone?â
âDonât be cute,â he threw at you, tossing you a scathing look. âYou wouldnât even get the chance to try.â
You huffed, looking away from him as he continued, watching the trees fly by.
âBesides, I thought we both agreed that your friends were catty airheads who you didnât need to be around,â Rafe firmly said. âYou have better friends, now.â
âThose are your friends,â you sighed. ââŚand I know because they barely talk to me. Iâm just your girlfriend whoâs supposed to stand there and look pretty.â
Those last words came out in a murmur, but Rafe heard them loud and clear.
âYouâd have nothing to complain about if you didnât ask to go in the first place.â
His words made your frown deepen, and despite what you wanted, a few tears escaped. You looked at him in disbelief, although, you didnât know why. You shouldâve been perfectly used to the words that came out of his mouth, sometimes, now.
âWhat am I supposed to do, Rafe?â you cried. âJust sit in my room, twiddling my thumbs until you come back?â
When he looked at you, he rolled those blue eyes of his, a scoff leaving his perfect lips.
âI donât have time for the antics, tonight,â he breathed.
Now, it was your turn to scoff.
âYou started it,â you pointed out.
You knew that you were already on thin ice, you could tell, but when Rafe cut his eyes back to you, your heart skipped a beat. You watched your boyfriend swipe his tongue between his lips, slowly nodding as he looked back at the road.
âOkayâŚâ the truck started to slow as he inhaled. âYeah, okay.â
You felt the hairs on your arms stand on end as he stopped in the middle of the road. It was late, so it wasnât like the roads of Kildare County were littered with traffic, but it still made you nervous, nonetheless. You watched Rafe turn the truck off, and before you could say anything he was looking at you.
âGet out.â
His words made you blink, lips parting before snapping them shut.
ââŚwhat?â
One of Rafeâs arms leaned on the steering wheel while his other hand rested behind your headrest. Even in the darkness, there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was completely serious despite the insanity of the request. The atmosphere in the truck felt so tenseâthick with itâand you pulled your lip between your teeth when Rafe leaned in, gaze cold and mocking.
âYou said I started it? Well, now Iâm finishing it. Get the fuck out of my truck,â Rafe quietly spat at you, making you flinch.
An incredulous bark of a laugh escaped you.
âRafe, itâs the middle of the night, are you crazy?â
At your refusal to do what he asked, he merely turned away, opening his door. Your heart fell to your stomach as you watched him hurry to your side, yanking the door open and proceeding to yank you too.
âRafe! What the hell-?â
Your words were cut off as you were forced to stumble out of the vehicle and into the roadâwithout your purse. When he roughly shoved you away, you tripped over your own feet, hissing in pain as you barely caught yourself on your hands. Rafe was already back in his truck by the time you pushed yourself to your feet, and in shock, you watched him start it up. Youâd only just reached the handle of the door when he sped off, and you screamed his name after him in a mix of fear and anger.
You couldnât even really focus on the knowledge that you were in the middle of an empty stretch of road in the middle of the night. You were too angry and annoyed to, and with a sob, you pressed your face into your hands. You sniffed, wiping your face before wrapping your arms around yourself and looking around.
You knew that trying to go toe to toe with Rafe even just a little could prove to be disastrous. You just desperately wanted him to understand that all you had was him. With no friends and no social life outside of him, Rafe was all you had, and you werenât the bad guy for simply wanting to go to a party with him. You knew he knew this though, so you didnât even know why you bothered, but you just hated to be blamed for something JJ Maybank did solely because he and Rafe hated each other.
You were merely a tool in the incident.
Rafe was so childish sometimes, so this little display of anger shouldnât have surprised you. Even still, your nerves were on end as you started to walk down the road. Like youâd thought earlier, there was no traffic in sight, and truthfully, nothing in Outer Banks was that far from anything else, but that didnât matter in the grand scheme of things.
You wiped your face again, but fresh tears just fell.
It was cold, and while your jacket kept you from shaking, this still wasnât the kind of weather to be walking down the street in. You couldnât stop crying no matter how much you tried, debating with yourself if you wanted to just keep walking towards your house or try your chances with getting sympathy from some stranger. You knew what Rafe would preferâand you knew what was statistically saferâbut something in you wanted to piss him off further.
After all, he was the one who threw a tantrum and put you out on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Something in you was desperate to teach him a lesson, and you genuinely wondered what Rafe would do if you justâŚnever came home. You wanted to see the look on his face when your parents called him asking if heâd seen you. However, something in you told you that he wouldnât be as stricken as youâd think.
This was the same man who threatened to kill you on several occasions.
âŚbut that was different.
That had always been when you tried to leave or even made him think you would leave. That was always said as a promise to make you stay, and even worse, that was when your demise would be at his hands. Rafe wouldnât get the same satisfaction from leaving you to the mercy of the elements and strangers in the middle of the night.
You were just wiping more tears away when you could see headlights coming from the other end of the road. You werenât on that side, so you werenât all that concerned, and despite your earlier bleak thoughts, you actually didnât relish getting in some strangerâs car and hoping he was honest enough to just take you where you needed to go.
However, your heart did sink a little when it became clear the vehicle was slowing down.
âŚbut your worry morphed into irritation when you recognized the truck.
Rolling your eyes, you merely kept walking as Rafe slowed down enough to have a conversation with you. Or at least attempt to, anyway. You didnât look at him, swallowing and keeping your tearful eyes straight ahead as you walked.
âBaby, get in the truck.â
âWhy?â you wondered with a shrug. âYouâre the one who kicked me out.â
âI donât have time for this,â you heard him mumble. âY/N, get in the truck.â
Against your better judgement, you ignored him, and Rafe stopped reversing to put the vehicle in park. You picked up your pace when you heard his door open, but Rafe was faster, and you could only attempt to pull away when he roughly grabbed your arm. Yanking you towards him, Rafe didnât hesitate to push you against the side of the truck, making you wince.
His hold was so tight on your arm, and you shrank away from him when he pressed his nose to yours. His chest and shoulders were heaving, so you knew that he was beyond annoyed, now, but the stubborn part of you that reared its ugly head sometimes only stared back at him with trembling lips.
âI really donât have time for this, tonight,â he whispered. âGet in the fucking truck, so we can go home.â
âYou kicked me out! You go homeâŚand Iâll just walk,â you tearfully spat, attempting to get out of his hold. âItâs what you wanted, anyway.â
Rafeâs impatience was bleeding through as you tried to get past him. One of his arms secured itself around your waist, the other gripping your arm as you attempted to grab that one. You were a mess of limbs and tears as you begged him to let go of you, Rafeâs low voice telling you to get it together.
You werenât surprised when you found yourself harshly thrown to the ground.
You cried out when your chin bounced off of the pavement, unable to stop your fast descent in time. You heard Rafe curse from above you as a loud sob escaped, and you reached up to touch your chin, attempting to push yourself up. Rafeâin his hasteâbeat you to it though, grabbing you and forcing you to your feet. You could feel wetness on your chin as he forced you to the passenger side, quite literally shoving you into the truck.
You flinched when he slammed the door shut, tearful gaze focused on the glove compartment as he angrily joined you. When he told you to put on your seatbelt, you reluctantly did with trembling fingers, a choked cough escaping as you tried to stop crying. You couldnât.
Rafe didnât say a word to you the whole way back to his house, but you could feel his gaze on you every now and then. He didnât turn on the radio, the only sound in the vehicle was that of your harsh wails. When he finally did stop in his yard, you both sat there for some time before a long sigh reached your ears.
âYou know how I get,â you eventually heard him say. âYou know I wouldnât justâŚleave you out there.â
You didnât say anything because you had nothing to say. You heard him shift, and you flinched again when the tips of his fingers grazed your face, his other hand coming up to gently take your chin. Turning you to face him, you watched his blue eyes roam over your face, taking in your tearful cheeks and bloody chin.
âIâm sorry.â
Not only was it something youâd heard a million times before, but you also knew that it was solely in reference to your face. Rafe wasnât apologizing for kicking you out on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Why would he apologize for that when he felt that was justified? When you said nothing in response, he opted for getting out, and when he opened your door, you hesitated before taking his offered hand.
Once you were standing before him, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him. You felt him press his lips into your hair, deeply inhaling. He quietly apologized again, and his words hung in the air as you knew what he wanted. Sniffling, you nodded.
âItâs okay,â you whispered. âIt was an accident.â
It wasnâtâŚbecause even if Rafe hadnât explicitly tried to make you bleed, he had intended to hurt you. In these moments, in the aftermath of whatever else Rafe did, it was so easy to think to yourself that youâd leave him. It was almost too easy to hype yourself up, but then youâd think about how it felt to be on the receiving end of that emotionless stare, dead eyes gazing back at you. Youâd think about the fear youâd feel whenever his hand was round your neck.
âŚor the feel of the barrel of a gun in your mouth.
It was so easy until you remembered that Rafe would actually kill you, and youâd learned a long time ago that Rafe wasnât one to bluff.
You were making something to eat when you heard someone coming down the stairs, and when you glanced up, you werenât surprised to make eye contact with Sarah. You knew she was home, and youâd heard her friends downstairs not too long ago. You surmised that they were outside waiting for her judging by her state of undress.
âOh,â she said, sounding a little startled to see you. âI didnât know you were still here. Whereâs Rafe?â
She glanced towards the stairs, and you confirmed her suspicions that he was indeed gone.
âHe went to the club with Kelce and Topper.â
You gave her a shrug, answering her silent question.
âI didnât really feel like going.â
It wasnât a lie, but you also knew that even if you did feel like going, it probably wouldnât have gone over well. The last time you went to the country club with Rafe, it didnât exactly end the best. Running into some of his more casual friends had apparently sparked a conversation that you unfortunately bore the brunt of. It amazed you, really, how Rafe wanted both an attractive girlfriend his friends could envy him for while also losing his mind if said friends dared to say it.
âOh,â she said again, a little more dejected this time.
Your attention was focused on your food, so you didnât even realize Sarah was still lingering about until she spoke again.
âWeâre going to the beach,â she suddenly blurted out, and youâd guessed as much at the sight of her bikini top. âYou should come with us.â
At that you paused, giving her a questionable look that conveyed exactly what you were thinking. Sarah sighed, dropping her bag to the floor before nearing you with a roll of her eyes.
âI know that weâre not friends,â she slowly started, scrunching her face. ââŚbut youâve been dating my brother for like, what, two years?â
You glanced down at that.
ââŚandâŚI know itâs not my place, but you just seem lonely sometimes,â she hurried to continue when your gaze met hers. âI mean, I never really see you do anything that doesnât involve Rafe. At least, not anymore.â
You swallowed at that.
âCome on, heâs at the stupid country club with his friends, and youâre just waiting for him to get back. Surely, you canât like that.â
Sarah was more right than she knew, but you swallowed that down.
âI told you, Sarah, I didnât want to go. Iâm fine just hanging out here. I like being at your house,â you chuckled.
Sarah looked like she wanted to say something else but thought better of it. However, she did eye you though with a look you couldnât place, and you sent her a reassuring smile as you grabbed your plate.
âYou guys have fun,â you encouraged, touching her arm on your way past her.
You wondered how pathetic youâd become if your boyfriendâs younger sister was extending a hesitant offer of friendship. Granted, it wasnât like she was outside your age group or anything, because she wasnât, but the other circumstances surrounding your relationship just made it seem sad on your end. Your boyfriendâs little sister wanted to make up for how her brother treated you, and it was laughable in the worst way.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the hallway bathroom door opening, and you sharply inhaled as you almost quite literally ran into the last person you ever expected to see in the Cameron household. Now, you understood why Sarah had been worriedly eyeing the stairs as she asked if Rafe was home.
JJ Maybank looked just as startled to see you, but he recovered quicker than you did.
âSorry,â you rushed out, breaking eye contact and moving to get past him.
You slowed when you recalled your brief glance at his face, guilt eating at you at the bruising that was still faint around the area of his nose. Briefly pressing your fingers to your forehead, you turned around, a little shocked to find the blond already staring at you. That discovery gave you pause, but you quickly pushed it aside.
âIâm sorry, by the way.â
You watched him raise his brows at you, but JJ otherwise said nothing, and so you elaborated.
âAbout your nose,â you told him, and JJ nodded in understanding. âSure, you were beingâŚa bit of a jerk, but Rafe shouldnât have done that.â
At your words, you watched something flicker over his features, and the corner of his lips curved upwards just enough to be noticeable.
âYou thought I was being an asshole,â he pointed out, and you snorted.
âI didnât say that-.â
ââŚbut itâs what you meant,â he slowly interrupted, stepping towards you.
You took note of the action, frowning a bit before glancing away.
You knew that Rafe would throw you down the stairs for even looking at JJ Maybank, let alone having a full-blown conversation with him, but the polite manner in which youâd been raised wouldnât let you walk by the guy without saying anything in reference to Rafeâs behavior that night. Choosing to let the conversation die, you sighed.
âI just wanted to apologize for how he acted. Thatâs all.â
You gave him a strained smile before turning away, pausing when he spoke.
âYou know, your boyfriendâs a bit of an asshole too.â
You tensed for half a second before turning to face him, stomach twisting at that mocking curve to his lips. Blinking, you wondered how to respond to that.
âThatâs your opinion.â
âOne you agree with,â he argued with a slow smile, studying your face as he pulled his lip between his teeth. âI can tell. You think heâs an asshole too. If you didnât, you wouldnât be apologizing on his behalf.â
Maybe it was because Rafe took JJâs actions that night out on you, but you actually felt yourself getting irritated.
âI wouldnât have to apologize for anything if you hadnât been trying to provoke him. We all know what heâs like, and you two donât exactly have the best history,â you shrugged.
The other man didnât respond right away, simply leaning against the wall with one hand shoved into his pocket. You felt a little self-conscious the longer he stared at you, doubly so when his blue gaze lowered. Having expected no one outside of immediate family to be in the house, you were only sporting one of Rafeâs shirts. It came down to your knees, but in front of JJ, you might as well had been wearing a thong.
It's how Rafe would see it, anyway.
âIs that what you do?â
At your blink of confusion, he continued.
âWhen heâs beingâŚwellâŚRafe, do you tell yourself thatâs just how he is and you know what heâs like and so you should know better?â
JJâs words struck a nerve, more than heâd ever know, and you glanced away. You guessed that your silence was answer enough, and when you looked back to him, he was nodding to himself.
âSounds to me like you need a better boyfriend,â he told you with an amused smile, shrugging at you.
Realizing that this conversation went far beyond what you intended, you chose not to dignify that with a response. You could still feel the heat of his gaze as you walked to Rafeâs room, and when you paused with your hand on the knob, you glanced up to catch his eye. JJ hadnât moved, at all, simply opting to stare at you, blond hair messy in a way that Rafeâs would never be.
You recalled what Rafe said about JJ being trouble, and it was only then did you consider he might be trouble in a way you hadnât thought about before. When the sound of Sarahâs voice traveled upstairs, JJâs name in the air, only then did he glance over his shoulder, and you took that opportunity to lock yourself inside of your boyfriendâs room.
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The Driven Snow [Yandere Coriolanus Snow x Reader]
Title: The Driven Snow [Yandere Coriolanus Snow x Reader]
Synopsis: You're a District 2 school graduate who comes to the Capitol with her father before the 11th Hunger Games. You don't expect to meet anyone kind, especially not someone named Coriolanus Snow who offers you his arm, his smile, and treats in secret.Â
Word Count: 5270
notes: yandere, abusive relationship, non-graphic descriptions of torture and death (not against reader); uses a mixture of book and movie canon
The Capitol was not as dazzling as your father described it but then, he had seen it before the war. Though perhaps it was your own bitterness that made you ignore the signs of returning prosperity that sets it above everywhere else.
The repaired elaborate buildings, the fresh pungent smell of plaster and paint. The cars pumping exhaust fumes into the air. The low rumble of garbage trucks that pick up bright green garbage cans, some of which are actually teeming with plastic trash bags. Such waste was unheard of, even in the oh-so-loyal District 2, where only the lowest of the low find themselves starving.
Although not-starving didnât mean that everything was plentiful.Â
You, though, were lucky enough to avoid the lima bean heavy diet that some of your classmates (now former--graduation was months ago) lived on. Or were you? The meat that graced your familyâs dinner table, the pats of butter on toast, were all courtesy of your fatherâs immense talent in building creative weapons that allowed the Capitol to stamp out every last bit of rebellion in the Districts. That allowed them to regain control. That allowed them to create the Hunger Games.
Which is why you were in the Capitol now. Oh, not to participate in them. Your fatherâs status in District 2 had seen to that; it would be a scandal if the name of his beloved daughter were to ever be pulled.Â
You were there because your father had been given a lucrative contract, one that was sure to cement your familyâs wealth for generations: a contract to build high-tech weapons for the Hunger Games themselves.Â
They would still be killing. But on a much smaller scale, you supposed, than the weapons your father designed during the war.Â
Still. Blood was blood. And if it had to be spilled, well, there was nothing you could do about it except hope they died quickly. Especially the ones from District 2.
Last yearâs Gamesâ had been awful enough. Your family had watched the Games on a modest television set in the privacy of your living room, sent courtesy of the Capitol.Â
You wondered if you would ever get the sight of Marcusâ battered, bloated face from your mind; if you would ever unhear the way his body thumped to the ground when that girl had killed him, out of mercy. If you would ever stop imagining what it must have felt like in those last moments.
But it wasnât all horror. Youâd liked Lucy Gray well enough, even though she was from 12. She had a wild way of dressing and the singing--it was practically theatrical, compared to what youâd heard about the previous games.Â
Maybe that was why your father got this contract: theatrics. Maybe the games would be more dramatic from now on. Maybe they wanted tributes like Lucy Gray, who sang and spit and poisoned her way to Victory. It was strange, really, that thereâd been hardly any talk of her since her win.Â
âFather?â You asked, quietly as you could.Â
Both of you were standing in the foyer of the grand university in the Capitol. The outside was still a little ravaged, but inside, it was perfectly lovely. Walls lined with books--perhaps some of them were fake--and marble floors and marble busts dotting the sight lines.
âMm?â He replied, eyes scanning over his clipboard. He flips it, here and there.
âI was just thinking. About last yearâs games. About Lucy Gray, and how the Games--â
Your father rounded on you, eyes suddenly serious and blazing.
âQuiet. Werenât you paying attention on the way here?â Admittedly, you were not. Youâd been daydreaming about what you might do now that you were done with school. There was no university in District 2, and your father hadnât even mentioned a job. âYouâre not supposed to mention--â
âNot supposed to mention whom? Ah, ah, ah. Lucy Gray Baird?â called a voice, almost in sing-song.
Your father stood up stiff, and the life seemed to drain from his face.
Both of you look towards the sound of the voice, and now itâs your turn to stiffen. The voice came from a woman standing in the doorway of the very office that your father was waiting to enter. She was wearing an elaborate jacket made of what looked like rainbow snake scales. Her hair was gray and curly. She had, you realized, two different colored eyes.Â
Your father swallowed, and you could see the apple of it bob up and down. It made you think, abruptly, of suckling pigs.Â
âDr. Gaul,â he said, in a voice far too tight to be relaxed. âI apologize for my daughterâs insubordination, I assure you, she meant no--â
Dr. Gaul waved her hands at him and approached you.Â
âDid you like last yearâs games?â She didnât look angry. No, she looked delighted.
âIâŚâ It was your turn to swallow, your turn to feel that tightness. âIt-it was the first time Iâve watched them, maâam.â You want to ask this woman: do you think I liked watching someone from my District 2 so horribly? Or any District, really? Did I like it?Â
Her smile grew wider.Â
âIâm glad. Youâll be watching them every year from now on, I hope. We have big plans.â Her eyebrows raised high. âBig changes. Thanks to men like your father.â She glanced at him and you saw disdain flicker across her gaze.Â
And then another door opened, and you heard the sound of polished shoes on the marble floor. Dr. Gaulâs attention dropped away from you like you were nothing at all. She turned to meet the sound of these footsteps, and you did too.
It was a young man. Probably your age, you thought, with light blonde hair and eyes that your mother would have described as âbaby blue.â He didnât look at you, or your father. But that was nothing new. Youâd only been in the Capitol for 2 days, and youâd already gotten used to being treated as lesser than. Though, at least, you were not so far down on the food chain that you lost your tongue.Â
âAh, my protege,â said Dr. Gaul, giving the young man a grin. The smile on her face almost looked warm, which was somehow far more terrifying than her manic smile from earlier. âEver the earnest student. Arenât you supposed to be enjoying the day off, Mr. Snow?â
The young man, this âSnow,â chuckled and lowered his gaze. âI couldnât stay away once I heard you were discussing some of the new prototypes for this yearâs games.âÂ
He finally looked at your father, and then at you. But only briefly.
âCan I assume that this isâŚ?â
Dr. Gaul nodded.
âYes. My little designer from District 2. And his daughter.â Her voice dropped a few octaves when she referred to you. She probably didnât want you here, you thought. You werenât supposed to come, but your father had begged the Capitol for a pass; it would probably be your only chance to see it, he said, so you may as well take advantage of the chance.
Snow nodded to your father. It was a surprising gesture, almost respectful. But cold, too, like it was done from necessity rather than anything else.Â
Your father stammered a bit and nodded back, and you felt shame begin to creep into your bones. It wasnât fair, to be lesser-than. But werenât others lesser-than you in your own District, where you ate better food and never worried that your name would get picked, that your blood would be spilled?
EveryoneÂ
But when Snow turned to you, he smiled. It gave him dimples.Â
It was the first kind smile anyone in the Capitol gave you.Â
âMy name is Coriolanus Snow. I doubt youâve heard of me, but if Dr. Gaulâs teachings have anything to say about it, perhaps one day youâll know me as a Gamemaker.âÂ
You didnât know what to say. Congratulations, one day youâll be coordinating Games that kill people? Instead, you gave your name, voice squeakier than you meant it. But it was fitting, you supposed. Here, you were a mouse, hoping you would get a bite of cheese and make it home unpoisoned.Â
Dr. Gaulâs face seemed to react slowly, as if she couldnât decide what she thought about his words or your interaction, but a small smile grew on it, eventually. âI do have high hopes for you, Mr. Snow. Now, shall we?â
She gestured for your father to follow, face once again impassive with a sprinkle of disdain, as she led the two of them into her office.
Snow gave you a smile and a nod before he left.
You waved, stupidly.
Your father didnât even look back.
--
Iâm dead. Iâm dead. I might as well be dead.
Your heartbeat kept time with your racing thoughts as you went up and down corridors, begging your shoes to be silent, wishing your breath would catch and stop coming out in terrible pants.
You were lost. You werenât where you were supposed to be. If someone found you, if the wrong person found you, they would think you were running, trying to get lost in the Capitol; theyâd think you were a rebel. Theyâd shoot you.
Just when you thought you might collapse and die from your own nervous exhaustion, you heard the most wonderful sound in the world.
Your name.
It was only the moment after that you realized it didnât come from your fatherâs mouth, but the lips of--what his name--Coriolanus Snow. The young man who was a Gamemaker-in-training, or so your father said. But thatâs all he would say. He kept tight about anything that went on behind closed doors.Â
But this Coriolanus Snow smiled at you, and didnât look at you like you were some kind of insect he might want to pin on a board, and so when you whirled around to look at him you were smiling.
Ah--for a moment. For just a moment, you saw his muscles tense. You saw the expression on his face falter in worry. Like he thought he was about to miss a step on a staircase, and corrected himself; like he thought you were a wolf and you were only somebodyâs dog, off their leash.Â
But it wasnât too surprising. You knew most people in the Capitol thought anyone from the Districts wanted to rip out their throats.Â
Well, the worry was mutual. Except in your case, you were forced to walk around with the living proof of that worry--all those âAvoxes,â they called them. Without tongues, without freedom.Â
But you swallow all that. Because he smiled at you. Because maybe it wouldnât hurt to make a friend. Especially right now.
âIâm--Iâm lost,â you tell him, giving a shaky smile. âI was waiting for my father, but you see, I got to thinking, and I started to wander around and now Iâm⌠well. I donât know where I am, actually.â
His smile wasnât very deep, was it? It was like the gloss of paint on the outside of the Capitol buildings. Pretty to look at, but there must be more underneath.
You expected him to lead you right back to where youâre supposed to be.
Instead, he asked you something.
âWhat were you thinking about?
You couldnât tell him. Could you? But something aboutÂ
âAbout⌠the Games.â
You donât tell him that you were thinking about Lucy Gray and all those snakes, and the way that Dr. Gaulâs outfit that first day made you think of them. Because your father had slapped you across the face when you got back to your lodgings that night, and told you to never, ever bring up Lucy Gray Baird or the 10th Games unless you were directly asked. And you would probably never be asked.Â
Coriolanus gave a little snort through his nose. You liked it. It was nice to know that even Capitol people could seem a little dorky.
âThey arenât for another 3 months. Are you that eager to see them?â
You didnât know what expression you made, exactly. It was so instinctive and fast that you didnât have time to control it.Â
You only knew that it made him shake his head and offer you a sympathetic look. Â
âI apologize. That was rude, wasnât it?âÂ
And then he did a strange thing.
He offered you his arm.Â
Like you were Capitol, like you were a real person, and not some visiting District wench walking on the coattails of her arms-dealing father.Â
âLet me walk you back to the waiting area.â
And the stranger thing?
You took it.
--
You and your father were quickly moved into a small apartment within the university, once it became clear that he would be staying in the Capitol through the duration of the Games. It was best, he said, because ordinary people in the Capitol didnât really want to see new faces from the Districts mingling around unless their tongue had been cut out first. It made them nervous. The rebel bombings, and all that.
You didnât mind, because it meant you didnât have to be flanked by Peacekeepers on the streets.Â
And, well.
You got to see Coriolanus more often. Sometimes he greeted you, sometimes he didnât. He did it less often when Dr. Gaul was there, unless she was talking to your father and it gave him an opportunity.
He asked you things, too, when he caught you walking back to your fatherâs little apartment. Like what you did back home. What you liked to do. Whether you went to school, and what you planned to do now that you have graduated.Â
This morning, he caught you drawing while you waited in a chair outside Dr. Gaulâs office. Sometimes you waited there--you would admit to no one that it was to catch a glimpse of the kindest person youâd met in the Capitol--and other times you stayed in your temporary home.
âWhat are you drawing?â He asked. But he had a way of speaking that youâd quickly clocked into. He can make a demand sound like a polite little question. Oh, he wasnât mean about it, but it reminded you of the way your father talked to his underlings back in District 2. On his home turf, he was far smoother than he was here, where his voice stammered and sweat beaded on his neck.
So you handed it over, even though, to your greatest embarrassment, youâd drawn⌠him.
âWhy me?â He had a smile on his lips. His smiles were nice. Kind. The kindest youâd seen since you came here. But they always felt like that fresh coat of paint; like you didnât know what he really meant by them, and that was how he liked it.Â
âYouâre⌠important,â is all you could come up with. You felt small, then. He would dismiss and probably never want to talk to you again. What a stupid answer from a stupid girl.Â
But he just smiled. It was like paint peeling a little. You could see underneath that he liked what you said, although you werenât exactly sure why. And his expression tightened up so quickly, protecting what youâd seen, that you werenât entirely sure if it was real or not.Â
âIâm just a humble student at this university. Not so important. Not yet.â
--
You were really going to die, now. This wasnât some panicked imagination gone wrong, some flight of fancy that took a wrong turn.
A pair of stony-faced Peacekeepers had walked up to where you sat in the waiting area near Dr. Gaulâs office and ordered you to come with them.
You asked to talk to your father. They said no. You asked where you were going. They yanked you up.Â
And now they were leading you down hallways that youâd never seen before, where there werenât even Avoxes roaming the halls with brooms and dustpans.Â
They didnât even answer, just spun around and walked back the way they came. You pushed the door open reluctantly--what the hell was going to be on the other side?--and it was--it was--
It was Coriolanus. Standing there in a nice suit, eyes downcast on a book. Until the door creaked and he looked up.
âWhat--why did you bring me here? Did I do something wrong?â The thought went through you, that perhaps this had all been a test, to see if you were loyal to the Capitol and heâd found you wanting.
âNo,â he said, simply enough. He set the book down and gestured for you to step inside. You did, because what else were you going to do, in some strange room in a Capitol University where youâd been forcibly brought by Peacekeepers.
Snow studied your face. Your eyes darted around, from him, to the room, to the door.Â
âI wanted to see you,â he said, a little softer. âIn private.âÂ
âMe?â You furrowed your eyebrows. âBut⌠why?â
He smiled. âCome now, youâre a smart girl, even if you arenât in university.âÂ
You really didnât know. Not at first. But then you watched the way his expression softened, and you remembered it, or glimpses of it, that heâd given you before. When he complimented your drawing. When he said your name. When he escorted you back from the maze of hallways. And his smiles, all his smiles, although you were never sure how much they meant coming from home.Â
He took a step closer. You didnât dare step back. You werenât sure if you wanted to step back, but it didnât matter, either way.
He pressed his lips to yours and took your first kiss, in a secluded little study in the heart of the Capitol University.Â
--
Your days became routine, although the routine was strictly forbidden and could have probably gotten you executed or at best, gotten you a one-way ticket to a tasteless existence.
You wake up. You stay in your apartment. You wait for the Peacekeepers. You get summoned here and there, always private rooms, secret rooms, rooms out of the way. You meet Snow--Coriolanus, he said, call him that--and you talk (well, mostly him) and kiss and sometimes a little bit more. He gives you gifts. Trinkets, necklaces that you can only wear under your shirt. Food, flaky pastries made with mountains of sugar, sandwiches made with cream and cucumber.Â
But how much longer could it go on? The Games were going to start soon. As soon as they were over, you were going back to your District. There would be no more meetings, no more kisses. No more wondering how far he wanted to go or why he liked you or even if he even liked you as anything more than someone to keep him busy.Â
You didnât dare talk about the Games, but you did talk about this. In the kindest way you knew how for such a sensitive subject.Â
âIâll miss you,â you told Coriolanus after one meeting, when youâre both sitting on a sofa and heâs got your fingers tightly wound in his. He squeezed them tight.
âMiss me?âÂ
âAfter the Games,â you clarified. âWeâre being sent home right after.â
He squeezed your fingers until it hurt a little. Then he looked up at you. To see if you would say something? Or did he not know how strong he was?
âOh, that. I can arrange for you to stay.â
Your chest began to feel sick.
âStay? In the Capitol?â You were torn about Coriolanus, but you didnât want to stay here. You couldnât.Â
âYes,â he said, as if it was the simplest answer in the world. âYou wouldnât be the first person from the District granted such an extreme privilege. Iâm sure I could--â
âBut I donât know if I want to stay.âÂ
His gaze narrowed and you felt your stomach clench. He looked at the necklace youâd pulled out as soon as the door was shut, at your lips where a dollop of strawberry cream still rested.Â
âI treat you so well, and you donât know if you want to stay with me?â
His voice was calm, and that scared you. It would have been better if he flew off the handle.
Instead, he simply stood up and gently sent you out the door, and called the Peacekeepers to bring you back to your apartment.
--
Every night for the last week, you have cried yourself to sleep. Because every day for the last week, Coriolanus Snow has not sent for you. Not even once.
What if he told someone? What if you got sent back early, and your father was shamed? What if they broke his contract? Or--worse, worse, worse. There were so many worse things than merely being sent back to District 2.
And then he sent for you, and it was the longest walk of your life, though it was no farther than any of the times youâve been escorted to your secret meetings.
This time, when you pushed open the door, Coriolanus was not alone.Â
There was an Avox in the room.Â
It was someone from District 2.
You didnât know her. Not personally. But you saw her, before. She worked in one of the munitions factories and you watched her walk to work from your classroom window sometimes. Then she stopped showing up, and you thought perhaps she got married.Â
That delusion was shattered the moment you saw her, eyes downcast to the floor, wearing a simple gray tunic.Â
Itâs not until Coriolanus tells you to hurry up and come in that youâre able to move. Even then, you werenât sure how your body did it; how your arms managed to gain the mobility to shut the door, to twist the lock; how your legs moved, one foot in front of the other, until you were standing stiffly in front of him.
The Avox--you wish you knew her name, but she couldnât give it to you now, even if you asked--moved seamlessly to a table set up nearby. There was tea and sweets. The sort of thing that you and Coriolanus had been enjoying together for the past few weeks. The sort of thing that you were sure would sit sour in your stomach, now.Â
The cup shook in your hands when she handed it to you, and your tears dripped right into the tea.
Coriolanus glanced at the Avox and waved his hand. She left obediently. She would never tell the secret she witnessed in his room, that much was certain.
And then he looked back at you.
âDonât cry,â he said. Soft but firm. A command, not a coo. âYou shouldnât cry here, in the Capitol. You should be grateful to be here. You should be grateful that Iâve arranged all this for you.â
âI am,â you whispered.Â
âThen show me that you are.â
And you did.Â
You said what he wanted and looked to him to show you how he wanted you to act, and did just that. You didnât argue, even to lightly banter. You kissed him and nodded along when he told you about how things would be after the Games, when he had arranged for you to stay.
All you had to do was keep him happy until the Games were over, and then you could go home.Â
Bitterly, all of this made you realize just how much of your father is in you; he knew how to appease the Capitol. You could do the same with Coriolanus Snow. At least until the Games were over. Just keep him happy until the Games were done and the blood was spilled, and you would go home.Â
They wouldnât let him keep you here after the games. You were sure of that. Youâd overheard some of Dr. Gaulâs assistants murmuring how glad they would be to send the District profiteers like your father home once the Games were over. And you? Youâre just his useless daughter, an appendage he brought like an unwelcome suitcase. Why would you be allowed to stay?
--
The Games were over. The winner was from District 1.Â
You were going home any day now. Just as soon as your father finished tinkering with the designs, gave his notes on improvements that might be made for next year.
The thought gave you a delightful bounce in your step. It was like having a pat of sweet butter in your shoe on a day when you needed good luck-- District 2 superstition, although the strict rationing meant most people didnât have even a pat to slip into their shoes anymore.
The sweetness didnât even disappear when the Peacekeepers showed up to bring you to Snow. It was going to be a bittersweet farewell, you were sure. He might be angry. But you would kiss him and tell him that there was nothing he could do, and how sorry you were not to be able to stay, but that was how things had to be.
Except they didnât bring you down a maze of corridors that led to a secluded room.
They brought you right into Dr. Gaulâs office.
Breakfast threatened to evacuate your stomach with every step. Not just because of nerves, but because of what you saw. Rows of experiments in glass tubes; some of them move. You walk by a room with a half-open door that showed someone strapped to a gurney, face contorted in a silent scream as they fought against restraints. You almost did lose breakfast, then.
But somehow you made it to the desk of Dr. Gaul without a dribble of vomit to show for it.
The Peacekeepers left with no fanfare and you stood there, ramrod straight. Did she know? Was she going to tell you that you were going to be strapped to one of those gurneys, now?
âIâm keenly aware,â she said, keeping her hands primly folded, âon how much youâve enthralled my star pupil.â
Toast. Thatâs what will come up first, you thought . The toast.
âI donât know what you mean, maâam.â Your voice was so thin and tinny that you didnât even believe yourself.
And then the prim facade cracked, and Dr. Gaul threw her head back and grinned.
âYou really think I donât know everything that goes on within these walls? I know every time one of my lab assistants runs into the bathroom to throw up after a particularly nasty experiment. I know every time one of our university professors sneaks into a closet to down a vial of morphling with a student. And I certainly know when my newest protege is having an adorable little District girl brought to him for⌠canoodling.â
You werenât even embarrassed. No. You just felt terrified to the bone. You only hoped that youâd be killed, shot against a wall, instead of made into an Avox. Let there be some mercy in this world.Â
âHeâs asked to keep you, you know.â Her voice was low, almost a drawl. She tapped her fingers on her desk rhythmically.
âMy Coriolanus Snow wants a bird of his own.â Her smile turned darker. âNot a songbird, though. Oh, no. I think heâs had enough of those.â
Her gaze bored into yours, each color magnified by her intense expression. âI think if I let him have his pretty caged bird, heâll be happy. Heâs more productive if heâs happy.â She smiled. âI like productivity. It keeps the Games more interesting.â
She looked you over one more time, and then waved you away.
âIâve granted his request. Youâll be staying here indefinitely, courtesy of one Mr. Snow. Your father has already been told.âÂ
You were wrong.
It was not the toast that came up first, but the sweet butter youâd patted on top.
--
You still had your tongue, but you felt as though it was useless, stuck to the roof of your mouth, as Coriolanus fussed over your outfit. Or rather, as he directed an Avox to fuss over it for you. He could afford his own personal servant, now, he told you. Heâd almost flinched after he said now, and you didnât dare press him on it. Had he not been able to afford one before?
âWe canât walk arm-in-arm in public,â he said, walking around you, making sure the outfit was just-right. âBut you can stand by me if I stop and direct you forward.â He reached over and fixed one of your buttons. âDonât speak to anyone unless Iâve told you to, or they speak to you first. Always address someone older as âsir,â or âmaâam.â He pointed at your hair, and the Avox began to fuss with it, eventually covering it in a colorful wrap that Coriolanus said was popular right now. âAddress someone our age by the last name and Mr. or Ms.â
When he was satisfied with your appearance, he sent the Avox away. You liked it better that way, it was one last reminder of the horrors in the Capitol, even for someone âprivilegedâ like you. Youâd only been without your father for 3 days, but you felt like your nerves were continually on fire. You wanted to go home. You wanted your family. You wanted out of this place.
But that wasnât going to happen.
For now, you were still living in the small university apartment the Capitol had given your father. Coriolanus insisted on it, until he could figure out how to move you into his own sprawling apartment that he shared with his cousin, Tigris (who, at least, genuinely sounded lovely) and his grandmother, Grandmaâam. She was the sticking point, or so you were told, with a thin smile. She hated Districts, and she ought to, he said. They killed her son. His father.Â
She would hate you, too. Even if Coriolanus wanted you enough to make you stay with him; wanted you enough to keep you. But for how long? And would he change his mind, if you couldnât fit in?Â
He said your name, and you snapped yourself out of your thoughts. He held you by your shoulders. Gently. Like one would an unruly child that hadnât yet learned that there were such things as salad forks and dinner forks, as polite conversation and etiquette.Â
You got the feeling you wouldnât have long to learn all of those things and more, to make him happy.
âRemember,â he said. âYouâre District. Youâre here because the Capitol has recognized that your loyalty can benefit us in some way. Be grateful.â
âI am,â you said, reflectively.
âBe happy..â
âI am,â you said again, your chest hitching.
He smiled at you. Was it real or not real?Â
You smiled back, regardless. And he liked that, evidently, because he leaned forward and kissed you. Then he scrutinized your face and wiped at your lips with his thumb--the kiss had smeared your lipstick.Â
âGood.âÂ
He gestured towards the open doorway. This time, he didnât take your arm. There would be too many people lingering in the university hallways, all making their way to the soiree held to celebrate the end of this yearâs Games and discuss what improvements might be made for the next year.Â
You dutifully walked behind him, just like he said. And you would do exactly what he said in all respects. You would stay quiet unless you were spoken to, you would certainly never bring up anything confrontational or controversial, and you would make a good impression. You would be a loyal, grateful District citizen who was given the opportunity of a lifetime thanks to the graciousness of Coriolanus Snow.Â
Of course you would.Â
Your life depended on it.Â
#yandere coriolanus snow#yandere hunger games#yandere#yandere x reader#afterwitch writes#/slaps trunk#this baby can fit so many references to the books & movie in it.#... well not SO MANY#but enough
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Hi Mr. Gaiman (sorry for the ramble in advance),
Hope you're doing well. I don't usually use tumblr, but every time I open it up you're here so I figure I'd drop a note. I'm a writer, but I've always had a really hard time actually WRITING instead of just thinking about it. I've had this world and its characters plaguing my head for years now, and it's only gotten worse with age, so recently I doubled down and decided it was gonna get doneâone way or the other.
I recently read a passage in a book about writing that said, in essence, your first book doesn't really matter all that much if you plan to be an author. As an autistic lad, I (naturally) took this very literally and was upset at the thought. Sure, your first work is probably going to be your weakestâduh, because by the time book two rolls around you'll have had time to have faced any criticisms from your first, you'll have learned more as you write, and about the world too. But for your first book to not matter at all, no matter how passionate you are about itâI found myself wondering, "Well, what's the point at all, then?" You put in all that work, you learn plot devices, you breathe life into your characters and watch 'em toddle around, and for what? For it to just be a stepping stone? It felt intensely personal of it just being cast aside like that, and I haven't even written the damn thing yet!
MasterClass had a Father's Day sale, so I figured "why not" and went ahead and got a subscription. First thing I did was run to your class, and although I've only watched the first two partsâI want to thank you for restoring my motivation. Truth is, I think the reason that message in the writing book upset me so much is because I'm terrified of writing this damn book. I've woven so many pieces of myself into it, despite it very much being, in your words, a lie (and about a boy that lies all the time, no less), but the grief that I feel and all the complicated feelings about forgiveness are all there and very real, despite its fantastical elements. So much of it really IS more than I'm comfortable sharing with people, and the idea of baring all that out and being told it didn't matter at all? Absolutely devastating. At the end of the line? The book might actually suck. I might rewrite it, I might trash it, I might completely forget about it ten years from now, or I might sell ten copies on Amazon to family and friends and then move on with my life. It's not stepping on a yellow jacket nest in the woods, but it's still terrifying. I still can't even fathom the idea of letting anyone actually read it until I've obsessed over it for another four years, and even then! But I'll write it anyways.
Thank you.
You are so welcome!
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(part 2 of November Paramedic; part 1 is here.)
Steve's honey-sweet eyes, gleaming with confidence, ask 'why don't you take a bite?'
His pink mouth, deliciously curved, wonders 'don't you want a taste?'
His dark chest hair, leading a mouthwatering path down his pants, says 'you know you want to'.
And Eddie does. He really does. He would, if Steve was actually here. Alas, all Eddie has is the calendar photo currently staring at him from where it's propped on Eddie's dresser, and he's not biting into it. It's the only one he's got, you see; he won't be ruining it with bite marks and drool due to his intrusive thoughts.
If he had a copy machine close at hand, though? If he could make as many pictures as he'd possibly want? Oho, watch out, Slobbertown!
It's been one week since Steve the sexy paramedic revealed himself to be a real person and not just a dude in a softcore porn calendar. One week since he Florence Nightingale'd Eddie before vanishing in a flurry of bloody gauze and blinking blue lights, leaving both Eddie and Gareth breathless.
(Though in Gareth's case, it was due to laughing so hard he choked on himself.)
The calendar doesn't do it for him anymore. Don't misunderstand â he still uses it when beating the meat. In fact, it has exclusively become his primary masturbatory aid, and it has served him especially well the past few days. The moment those 48 hours were over and Gareth left, Eddie chucked off his sweatpants and went to, well, Slobbertown. But it's not the same anymore. How could it be, when he knows the real Steve's hair smells like a meadow and his aftershave like lemon and spice? When he's felt the pressure of Steve's fingertips on his jaw? When he's seen the faint scar running down Steve's chin from his mouth? When he can still hear Steve's voice use his name, give him orders, call him 'sir'?
It's impossible. Fuck, just whenever Eddie closes his eyes Steve's face appears, as vividly as if it happened yesterday. Of course, that might have something to do with Eddie already having made himself oh so familiar with Steve's face, and chest, and hands, and⌠everything else, for the past two years. Jesus damn it, if he knew this was where he'd end up he never would've bought the calendar in the first place.
Groaning, he throws himself back on his bed; then he shouts as his head thumps into the wall. Typical. He rubs at the spot to soothe it. No bump, though it hurts like a bitch. Pain (and suspicion he just aggravated the previous head injury) aside, he's comfortable, thus he sprawls out and stares at the ceiling as planned.
He's been distracted. He knows that because literally everyone has been on his case about it. Gareth gives him smug smiles that have turned alarmingly calculated as the week has passed. Jeff and Marv, having been filled in by Gareth, are rather more amused in a benign way. His boss almost sent him home to recuperate after catching him staring into space for the third time. Uncle Wayne noticed something was off through the phone. And Max has been giving him weird looks.
Ah, little Max. The only person in the complex who doesn't steer clear of him. She doesn't actually know what went down â not completely. She knows he got injured, because she caught him and Gareth as they stumbled home while she was exiting her apartment to toss the trash. Her sharp eyes zeroed in on the plaster, and on Eddie's arm that was slung over Gareth's shoulders for support (at Gareth's insistence).
"You got in a fight?" she asked.
With a grin he'd exclaimed, "Battle? You know me better than that! Nay, I did my utmost to escape the violence... but the ruffian got to me regardless."
"Huh. You okay?"
Gareth had rolled his eyes. "He's fine. I mean, listen to him."
"Don't worry about me, Red." Eddie tapped his own head. "This ol' noggin is harder than it looks."
A corner of her mouth twisted up, though if it was in amusement he couldn't tell in the dim hallway. They ought to team up against the super; maybe their combined whining will have him finally fix that broken light bulb.
"Make sure you don't take aspirin or ibuprofen," she said. "It can-"
"Yeah, I know. Paramedic already told me."
"Good. Is our lesson still on?"
"Certainly, m'dear."
And then he'd tipped an imaginary hat, she snorted, and Gareth hauled his ass to bed.
He didn't see Max again until Sunday afternoon, when she came by for their aforementioned weekly guitar lesson. Parking themselves on each end of the couch, his acoustic in her lap, he'd made her play the 'homework' from the previous Sunday. It sounded pretty good. She honestly won't need his help soon â probably doesn't need it now. She understands basic theory and is diligent about practicing. He'd be fine with awarding her temporary custody of the guitar for a while. She insists on coming over, however, claiming she has to be perfect by the time of the next open mic down at Connie's Corner Coffee.
The reason she has to be perfect? Well. Eddie is pretty sure it's to impress her boy. She hasn't confirmed that it's for her boy, or even that she has one, but it totally is and she totally does. He knows this because 1. she becomes flustered and grumpy (grustered? Flumpy?) every time he brings it up, and 2. if she was learning to play for herself he'd be subjected to a lot more Pink Floyd and a lot less Curtis Mayfield.
It's cute, to be honest. Picking up an instrument for a boy you like? That's romantic as fuck. If he hadn't been the Lord of All Losers he would've serenaded tons of boys when he was younger. Hell, he'd do it now, if only there were anyone willing to listen. But he hasn't had as much as a date in ages, and none of his previous attempts at relationships ever reached the 'romantic gestures' stage.
Maybe he should ask Max to set him up with someone. Why not? She probably meets dozens of people every day, at the campus, at the skatepark, wherever else she hangs. If there's anyone who could sort out his disastrous love life, it's Max Mayfield. She's so put together, and she's not even 20 yet. She's got her own place (in a supremely shitty building, but still a place), she's got a man (reluctant as she is to admit it), and she is halfway through her math degree. A fucking math degree, for Christ's sake! Math majors are built for solving problems!
Maybe she could even calculate how many times he'd need to injure himself before he'd meet the one paramedic he wanted to kiss⌠him better.
It was around that point of his daydreaming that Max shot a hair tie at his forehead and demanded he stop zoning out and correct her hand placement.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing deeper than usual. "Have you been resting?"
"Yes. For the prescribed 48 hours, and then some. I'm fine."
She'd frowned, scrutinizing him with those pale blue eyes. He squared his shoulders and met her gaze like a man. Easier said than done, to be truthful. He likes Max â she's fun, easily the most kickass neighbor he's ever had â but she can be intense. And when she gets her stare on? She's downright creepy.
"I'd prefer to cancel over you fucking up your head more," she at last said, posture stiff and chin jutting. 'Don't lie to me,' is what she meant.
Eddie sighed. "Red⌠I'm fine. Seriously."
And he was. Physically speaking, at least. Mentally, he'd always been a little off. Part of the patented Munson charm, really.
She must've realized that, because she relaxed, her expression going from 'active bitch face' and back to 'resting'.
"All right. Sorry for being overbearing. It's just." She shrugged a shoulder, gripping the neck of the guitar as it started sliding off her crossed legs. "One of my closest friends is a medical professional. Another one is studying biology. They've been discussing human anatomy and⌠I guess they've gotten into my head."
Damn his friends for caring. How was he supposed to sell this image of a dark, dangerous, rocker dude if he was constantly misty-eyed from how sweet his buds were to him? He leaned forward to pat her knee.
"I appreciate the concern, unnecessary as it is. But!" He drew himself back and pointed in the air. "We're not postponing! Open mic is less than a month away â you only have so many days left before you'll be on that stage, in front of aaaaall those people⌠and your beau."
He's certain that if she hadn't still been sorta concerned about his health, she'd have smacked him.
That was Sunday afternoon. Now is Wednesday evening. He is still hung up on Thursday. He doesn't even know why. Yes, he was face-to-face with the hottest guy ever. Sure, that same guy has been the star of his most critically acclaimed fantasies. Indeed, he hasn't gotten laid in eons. Of course, he's pent-up with sexual frustration and yearning for another man's touch.
But still. He's not an animal or a sex-crazed teenager. He's smart enough to know that nothing good will come of this. It's not like he'll ever see Steve again. That'd be so unrealistic.
A knock on his front door reaches his ears. Eddie makes no effort to get up and answer it. He's not expecting anyone â whoever it is will have to return another day.
The knocking turns into a pounding, followed by yelling.
"Eddie! Let me in, asshole, I know you're there!"
Ugh. What does he want? Hasn't he heard of texting?
Eddie drags himself off the bed and toward the door. Yanking it open, he's met by Gareth's self-satisfied visage.
"Good evening," he says, heedless of Eddieâs glare. "I come hither with your solution."
"My solution?" Eddie mutters as he stalks to his couch to crumple into another heap.
Gareth follows him inside. "I have a plan to get your man!"
"What? Who? What?"
"Steve. November-paramedic," Gareth says, like it's obvious, which, what the actual fuck?
"He's not my man?"
"But he could be."
"Gareth, what the fuck-"
He moves to sit up, but Gareth's palm hits him square in the diaphragm and pushes him back down.
"No, listen: you are a terrible patient."
"I'm not-"
"Remember back in high school, when that asshole rear-ended us in the intersection at Hickory and 5th?"
Eddie grimaces. How could he forget? They'd stopped at a red light when a drunken motherfucker plowed into them, sending them careening into the T-junction. One car managed to break before hitting them; another veered only to crash into a fourth car. The result was, for them, whiplash injuries and, for the people who collided, bruises, sprains, and a dislocated joint. It had been the scariest moment of Eddie's life, and the neck pain had been excruciating. That wasted piece of shit was lucky no one died.
He says, "Yeah?"
"You were so snarky with that poor EMT."
"Okay, first off, I was a snot-nosed brat back then-"
"Dude, you were nineteen."
"-and she was rude to me first."
"She was following protocol!" Gareth shakes his head. "The point is that you never follow orders or instructions, not even when a doctor tells you to. But November-Steve? I've never seen you be so pliable."
"I-"
"And after, when I had to babysit you for two fucking days? I expected it to be difficult. But you were so busy sighing and yearning-" he says, ignoring Eddie's indignant sputtering, "-and replaying him tenderly caressing your face with his big, manly hands and holding your gaze with those big, manly eyes-"
"Do you want to fuck him?"
"-that you forgot to complain or be a contrarian about everything." Gareth smiles, sweet as cavities. "It was great. I'd like to recapture that. And if November-Steve is the one to bring it out of you, well!"
Eddie glowers at him. No, really! With the metaphorical thunder clouds swirling over his head and everything! His world has been shook. It is tilted off its axis, and it's his best friend's duty to mock him relentlessly for it. But this? Trying to encourage him? Give him hope? That's going too far.
Gareth notices. Of course he does; curse the heart on Eddie's sleeve. The sickly-sugary smugness evaporates off him, and he takes a seat on the dingy couch seat.
"Eddie," he says with a softness reserved for a select few individuals. "Seriously. You've been all moon-eyed for a week. You've been thinking about him. Really thinking."
Eddie balloons his cheeks and huffs out the air. "Well. If you spend two years jerking it to a guy-"
"Gross."
"-and then he suddenly appears before you, in the flesh? I've been fantasizing about it. He's a fantasy. And when it actually happens, that'sâŚ"
He trails off. Gareth knocks their shoulders together.
"He seemed nice."
Eddie scoffs. "I spoke to him for fifteen minutes. Tops."
"Fifteen nice minutes. You haven't dated in ages. Maybe this is a sign?"
Chuckling, Eddie slumps his head onto Gareth's shoulder. They're the wrong heights for it, so it's awkward and strenuous on the neck. He remains.
"You're just looking for another opportunity to embarrass me," he says.
"Embarrass you and improve your life. Like only true friends strive to do."
Eddie hums. "So what's your fucking plan?"
Gareth shifts, turning toward Eddie, but doesn't say anything yet. Glancing up, Eddie is met by a zoomed-in, upside-down view of Gareth's pointy grin, his canines gleaming.
"The university!"
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#no steve this time (he's there in sexy spirit) but you get more gareth AND some max#steddie#steddie fanfic#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson#gareth stranger things#max mayfield#my writing#steddie fic: november paramedic
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Painted Smile
Painted Smile XV
Pairing: Alastor x Female! Reader
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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.
Notes: Because I wasn't satisfied with the last chapter I decided to post the next one right now. Iâm so excited about your thoughts because the plot is finally beginning ! I canât wait to hear about your theories.Â
â It makes your boobs look ugly, another one please !â
You were being tugged behind the curtain already being undressed to put on another dress. Today you were with Alice, in one of the most expensive shops of all New Orleans, to find your wedding dress. It was an exciting, amusing and stressful experience. Alice was being, as usual, honest about the dress you have been trying for almost an hour.Â
â Alice, how many more dresses do I need to try? You know we still donât have a date for the wedding? Alastorâs father is still missing.â
â What about it? His loss if he misses the wedding. Now, I think Iâve found the perfect dress for you~!âÂ
You laughed behind the curtain. Alice didnât even know Alastorâs father, she never met him but you have told her once that you didnât feel comfortable with him and she decided that she would hate him until the end of time. You looked at the dresses you have been trying, a part of you was happy to be here with your best friend and yet you wonderedâŚWere you selfish? You knew Alice was in love with AlyzĂŠe but they couldnât get wed to each other⌠Were you hurting Alice without being aware of it?
â Aliceâ?â
â This one. This one will fit perfectly your waist, your legs, your shoulder, your chest. For heavenâs sake, Iâm the best.â she said looking at her nails. Why were your best friend and your future husband so full of themselves while you were always insecure ! â Come on, try this one.â
â Alice.. Iâm.. Youâre okay?â you asked, taking the dresses off her hands.
â Yes? Well, Iâm still shocked about what you told me about John, but you know what we say, we donât keep trash around us.â
â Who is âweâ?â
â Me, Myself and I. Now, try the dress, doll ! Iâll find the shoes!â you laughed as you watched her running away. You sighed with a smile, you were surrounded by amazing people, you should try to be more sure about yourself.
The workers from the stores helped you put on the dress and your shoes. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt.. pretty. Really pretty. You smiled at yourself, moving the pans of the dress, loving the movement it was doing.
â Can I see?â
â Of course Alice.â you turned around. Since you could remember, Alice always knew how to dress you up. From her Christmasâs Eveâs soirĂŠe where she had found that beautiful dress from today, she would always come with outfits from other countries, always being new, unique, something Alastor scoffed most of the time. He was always saying that Alice was running toward the future without being aware of her surroundings. And Alice was always saying that Alastor needed to shut up because he was lucky to look good in anything.
â Oh my Lord. You look ravishing, my friend!â she clapped her hands together, her eyes whelming up a bit. â Oh God⌠Iâm⌠Iâm so proud of you.â
â I havenât done anything yet.â you laughed nervously.
â Take the compliment for once. So, what do you think? I , personally, think itâs the perfect dress for you. But what do you think?â
â This is my favorite too. but the priceââ
â Let me buy it.â you opened your mouth, ready to complain but Alice stopped you with her hand.â I know, I know, youâve never liked me paying stuff for you, expensive things mostly. But please, just this one, let me buy it. I⌠The next time I go into this kind of shop might be for my own wedding, which wonât be filled with laughter and love like we just did. It might be selfish, but just.. I want this moment. Iâm sorryââ
â Okay.â you smiled, almost moved to tears by her comment â But Alice, for your wedding, no matter with who, Iâll be there. There will be laughter and love, because you wonât be alone in this.â
You saw Alice nodded, wiping some tears from her eyes. You looked at her, your best friend might never be married to the one she loved, but you will never let her feel loveless.Â
You took off the dress, as Alice went to pay in cash. You joined her once you were dressed with your own clothes and you both walked toward her place. You saluted the butler, who bowed to you.
You both sat down in the huge living room, sighing in relief. You took off your heels, your feet were killing you.Â
â By the way, if we need to find Alastorâs father to be able to have your wedding, do you want me to⌠pull a few strings for you? I could call the best of the best!â
â No, no. I wonât lie, the fact that he is missing isnât⌠bothering me.â
â Iâll cheer for that. â she winked at you before asking for wine. You laughed, she always loved RosĂŠ. It wasnât very strong in alcohol, it had a very good taste but when the alcohol hitted. Dear lordâŚ
You didnât drink too much, you had to walk back home yourself after all. You smiled when you saw Alice put on Alastor's broadcast even though she was rolling her eyes at the radio sometimes.
â Are you hearing him? Gosh. I knew you when your voice was cracking, Alastor !â she shouted at the radio.
â Alastor voice neverââ
â A woman can dream, dear. Gosh, now I hear his voice anywhere Iâm going.â
You laughed behind your glass. Alastor was gaining popularity surprisingly quickly, which was good of course. It was the best outcome you could imagine.
â Now, about my cottage.â
â Alice, we told you we donât have the money and you just bought me my wedding dress.â
â Who is âweâ my dear?â
â Me, Myself and I.â You stuck your tongue at her, making her laugh. Alice was a girl ahead of her time with her manners and way of talking, she always felt like a breeze of fresh air.Â
â Well, if you all say so.â She took a sip of a drink before looking at the door, her father making his entrance. You stood up as the big man smiled at you, he always has been nice, never raising his voice, always wanting whatâs best for Alice.
â Oh, good afternoon ladies. Alice, I just wanted to tell you that you might have a date with the son of theââ
â Yes Daddy, I know, donât worry Iâll go.â she said, looking away. You saw her father smile sadly before leaving after giving you both candy you used to like when you were younger. You looked at her, worried. Was she going to be okay? â Donât look at me like that Doll. Itâs going to be the same as usual, Iâm going there, bat my pretty eyes and at the end, Iâll just say to Daddy that the man wasnât what we needed for the family.â
â How long do you think you can keep this game going?â
She stared at the large windows in silence. Alice was just like a bird in a cage, she felt like freedom, but would never taste it for herself.
â As long as I can.â
You stayed with her until the sun was setting down. The maid took her to her bedroom as she was sleeping on the sofa. Seems like going on another date was getting harder and harder for her. Was AlyzĂŠe aware of it? You sighed as you gave your goodbye, before walking out of the mansion.Â
You decided to go into a park, walking between the trees. There werenât a lot of people outside, even though we were in March, the weather was still cold. You stopped when you saw an old man fall not too far from you.
â Oh sir! Are you alright, let me help you!â you said as you took the cane that had fallen from his hand. You helped him sitting down on a nearby bench.Â
â Oh, thank you little lady.â
The man was tall, black with brown eyes, a white beard, he was wearing a hat, helding on his cane, he seemed like he had injured his leg.
â Do you want me to take a look at your leg? Iâm no nurse, but I used to help my father when he came back from war.â
â Ahh, war. You donât need to take care of me, little lady.â he smiled warmly at you. â You look sad yourself, do you need to talk about it with an old man?â
You looked at him, he felt so warm and he was⌠cute. His aura was gentle, cute like a kid that wanted to learn something new. You havenât seen your grandfather since he died during the war, you havenât had the strength to go back to your old country to go to his grave so⌠Maybe why not indulge yourself and talk with this man?
â Iâm⌠I want to help a friend, she is in love but canât marry that person.â
â Aah, love. And why canât she?â
â She had to marry someone from ânoble bloodâ.â you sighed, rolling your eyes. It was bullshit. â She has no choice.â
â Mhn⌠I think she does, little lady. We always have a choice, when you think you donât have one, itâs because you already made up your mind. â he smiled at you with eyes that held so much wisdom.Â
â But⌠What if the other choices are more dangerous?â you asked, feeling like you werenât talking about Alice anymore.
â Well, little lady. What would you do?âÂ
You stopped talking. You killed to be with the one you wanted. You had a choice and yet..
â Are you unhappy with the choices you made?âÂ
â No, but Iâm afraid of what it will bring at my door.â
â Aah.. Si jeunesse savait, si vieillesse pouvait.â
â What?â
â You will see, little lady. Your friend is maybe so blinded by what she has to do that she canât see what she could do. Love is the deadliest poison and yet the sweetest remedy in the world. She should try to think for herself, donât you think? Would you rather live your whole life in misery or be happy for a short time of your existence? The difference between existing and living is thin, little lady, but it exists.â he nodded before looking at the sky, seeming lost in thoughts.Â
You stared at this mysterious man. He seemed to be around 60, maybe that is why he seemed so wise. You looked at the sky and gasped when you saw the moon in the sky. It was already dark!
â Oh, I need to go!â you stood up but before leaving you took the candy from Aliceâs father. You smiled at the man, placing the candy in his veiny hands. â Thank you for that useful advice.â You beamed at him as he looked curiously at the candy before smiling at you. â Maybe weâll see each other one day again !â
â May our ways cross again if needed, little lady, may our ways crossâŚâ
You ran back home, feeling better than when you left Aliceâs house. You walked inside and saw your father with Jeff in the living room. They were still trying to understand how Alastorâs father could have disappeared like this. You smiled at the men, walking toward them.
â Nothing news?â
â No, my sweet daughter. We are trying, but from the moment he left the bar he wasnât seen anymore.â
â Iâm sure the wife was having an affair and decided to kill the husband. Classic scenarios.â
â And how could she have done that?â you sat on the sofa, staring at Jeff with an innocent smile. You almost smirked when you saw him puffing his chest, feeling so much pride in vomiting all the information he should kept away from you.
â The man came home, drunk. She could easily poison him, hide the body somewhere and end the story.â
â Mhn⌠But without a body, you donât know. What if he was the one having an affair and ran away? From what I understood, he seemed to be someone who drank a lot, maybe he was being ambushed in an alley because we know for a fact he never made it back home.â you smiled at him, your father smiling with pride by your side.
â That what they say butââ
â No, thatâs what we said. I was there. Iâve never seen this man come back home.â you stared at him down. He shut his mouth. â You see, I really want to get married and the fact that you are trying to put the blame on my future family in law is getting on my nerves. So please, do me, us, a favor, find out what happened. And if you are unable to, just give up.â you looked at your father. â I donât want to wait forever, I want to get married.â
Your father stared at you before kissing your forehead.
â Alright sweetie, we have a new man whoâll help us in this case. Iâll give him three months, if he doesnât find anything, I will close the case and we will concentrate on your wedding.â you hugged your father with a happy grin. Finally!Â
You bid your goodbye before going into your bedroom, getting ready to go to bed. You listened to the noises downstairs, waiting for Jeff to go and your father to go to bed.
You were concentrating so much on trying to hear what was going downstairs that you didnât notice the shadows behind you. You almost shouted as a gloved hand fell upon your mouth, muffling your screams.Â
â Youâre such an easy prey, dearest.â
You sighed in relief as you closed your eyes. Alastor was really the quietest being you have ever met, which was surprising when he was the noisiest man on the radio.
You turned your head toward him, looking at his mocking smile. He was so full of himself. You bit his finger before letting it go, going for a hug. He hummed against you.
â How did you come here?â
â Well, the windows, dear.âÂ
You scoffed before forcing him to sit on your bed. You sat on his lap and took his hand with yours, playing with his fingers.
â I have my wedding dress.â you smirked when you felt his whole body tensed underneath you. â And you wonât see it, because I left it at Aliceâs.â
â Do you really need Alice in your life, dearest?â asked Alastor with an amused voice.
â Yes! Come on Alastor, be honest with me, you enjoy Aliceâs company?â
â Hah ! I enjoy Aliceâs contacts nothing more.â he rolled his eyes, pressing you against his body. â She is useful and she can be amusing, when she is having problems.â he smirked at you, making you slap his shoulder, trying to contain your laughter. He was such aâŚ
â Well, I have some news on your fatherâs case, my dear future husband.â you smiled as you explained what happened with Jeff. You couldnât help but grin when you saw Alastor beaming with pride as he listen to what you have told the policeman.
â My, my⌠So, they think my Mother did it?â
â For now, we know that we have three months until we are completely free of it.â
â Have you felt it again?â
You tilted your head.
â What?â
â The need to kill.â he asked you, gripping your waist, pressing your body against his. You felt lightheaded.
â N-N.. Well⌠I thought for a second.. to kill John.â you saw Alastorâs pupils dilated as he stared at you before kissing your neck. You tilted your head to give him more room.
â Mhn, interesting, go on, why?â
â Because he was bad mouthing you.â you tried to contain the anger in your voice, you didnât want to wake up your parents. â Who does he think he is?â you rolled your eyes, you were still hurt about what John has said but now you werenât feeling sadness over it, only anger.
â Would you like to kill him?â
You looked at Alastor who had his chin against your chest, looking at you in a way too innocent face for the conversation you were having.
â Alastor, we canât. There would be too much suspicion on us, we already have your fatherâs disappearance on us, if we kill Johnââ he kissed you feverishly making you sigh in the kiss. Oh, how you loved the feeling of Alastorâs lips against yours.
â Do you hear yourself, darling?â he smiled against your lips. â In your mind, you are already ready to kill him⌠â he sighed against your skin. You stared at him, stroking his cheeks. You wanted to see the Alastor you had seen the first time you killed.
 The difference between existing and living is thin, little lady, but it exists.
You kissed Alastor on the nose, with an excited smile.
â Not now.â
You fell asleep with new marks on your thighs and your neck. When you woke up the next morning, you were already smiling.
You stayed with your mother all morning, spending time with her until you decided to go to Aliceâs. You didnât know when her date was supposed to be, but if you could help her morally before she had to leave, it would be great. You took some pancakes youâve made and walked toward her mansion, the butler let you enter, escorting you to the living room.
â Miss Alice shall be here soon.â
You nodded before sitting on the sofa. You put the pancakes on the table and wait until you hear the familiar footsteps of your best friend. You turned your head and smiled at her, as usual, she was beautiful.Â
â Hello Alice.â you stood up and you both hugged each other. She sat next to you, holding her head in her hand. â Mhn, the wine doesnât taste good the day after, right?â you laughed as she groaned.
â Please, not so loudâŚâ
â What a hangover.â you whispered, mockingly. She stuck her tongue at you before digging into your pancakes. â Well, someone is hungry.â
â I donât want this man to think he has a chance with me because I seem eager to eat.âÂ
You smiled, crossing your legs. You told Alice that you needed to wait three more months before finally concentrating on your wedding. You laughed as she let out a sigh of pure relief.
â Thank God, since when do we stop living because a man disappeared.â she rolled her eyes before eating the last pancake. You look at the butler who came to announce Aliceâs date. And like an actress, Alice put on the fakest smile she could conjure, Alastor would be proud. You stood up as a man, looking around 40 came into the living room, he was sweating so much you could see sweat pearling on his forehead.
You gave Alice a look, encouraging her with your eyes before leaving, you even made a face to the butler who nodded at you, with a disgusted face. You laughed before leaving, going out to buy some pastries. You walked to the park, thinking about your weddings. Where should you do it? What about the honeymoons? Did Alastor want children?Â
You stopped when you saw the same old man from last time, sitting on the bench, smoking a pipe. You grinned and walked toward him.
â Hello, sir.â
â Hello, little lady.â
â Might I sit a moment with you?â
â It would be my pleasure. You seem happier than yesterday.â
You smiled as you sat next to the man. You felt safe with him, maybe it was because his aura reminded you of your deceased grandfather..? You didnât know. You began to talk, mostly about what was going on in your life until you began to talk about your wedding.
â Mhn, you have quite the ring.â the old man said with a little grin. He didnât have a ring on his fingers, did he never get married?
â Yes, in less than three months, I will be able to concentrate on my wedding.â
â Who is the lucky lad?â
â If you are listening to the radio you might have heard him, his name is Alastor.â
â Alastor heh..? Quite a name, quite a nameâŚâ
You smiled, happy that Alastor was getting a name to himself. You took your box of pastries and held one for your new friend. He thanked you before eating one ĂŠclair au chocolat. You smiled as you kept talking with him, the man mostly listening and giving you wise advice.
â Being too confident is not a good thing, your insecurity might be a blessing on some occasions.â
â What do you mean?â
â Donât be afraid, to feel afraid. The ones who donât fear are gods, spiritsâŚâ
â But itâs irrational.â you frowned, how many times you felt jealousy when you didnât need to be.
â Yes, but itâs instinctive. Here is some wise advice from an old man: trust your feelings. Did they ever betray you in the past, when you needed them, little lady?â he looked at you with a warm smile.
You looked at the ground. Your family always told you, you were sensitive, you would easily be overwhelmed by what you were feeling or what was going on around you.Â
But when Alastorâs father took the bullets, you didnât know why, you felt it in your guts that something was going to happen. Thatâs why you had run outside to find Alastor and that's how you killed his father.Â
But then, why did you not feel Johnâs romantic attention towards you ?
â People who feel a lot are trying to balance themselves by becoming observant. That way, they feel more grounded, they think they are being rational, which can be good sometimes. But you mustn't discard your feelings, youâll lose yourself like that. You seem like a sensitive little lady, itâs not bad and itâs not good, that's what you seem to be. Why would you want to be like others, they are already busy being themselves.â
â So.. I should listen to myself more?â
â Itâs a choice you can make. Feeling emotions is a good thing, it connects you to the rest of the world.â he nodded before looking at the sky, smiling warmly. â And isnât it beautiful?â
You stared at the man. He was such an.. intense person in a way. Would he talk to you the same way if he knew you had killed someone and you didnât feel any kind of remorse?
â What if⌠by being connected to the world, I might be a bad person?â you whispered.
â Thatâs your choice. For some people you will be a bad person no matter what you do, no matter what you think.â he looked at his cane before eating the rest of his ĂŠclair au chocolat. â Soldiers killed during war, the winners are seen as heroes, and the losers as cold blooded killers. Who is right? They all killed people, they all did horrible things and yet they arenât seen as the same. Your father have killed during the war, right? What made him different from an enemy soldier?âÂ
â Because⌠he was fighting for whatâsâŚright..?â
â Who says?â he tilted his head, always having a gentle expression. He wasnât judging you, he was just curious about your thoughts.Â
You couldnât find an answer to his questions.
You stayed in silence for a moment, thinking about the manâs words. What was strange, was that his words weren't shaking your morals, but it was making you accept them. You had killed, you wanted to kill again, maybe not as strongly as Alastor, but you wouldnât be opposed to killing again, if it was to protect. You knew it was the difference between you and Alastor, you would kill to protect while you knew Alastor would kill.. Because he wanted to.
And you accepted it, you accepted him, you accepted yourself.Â
You would be the wife to a murderer, maybe he would kill again, maybe not. You didnât really care. You would be by his side, as promised.Â
You opened your eyes, feeling lighter. You didnât expect to feel burdened by all of this, but maybe, the fact that you were trying to make the wedding happen was a way for you not to think about what happened.
You felt better.
You turned your head toward the man who was looking at the people walking in front of you. They werenât looking at you, just walking, not even caring about you. You smiled.
â Thank you. I feel⌠better.â
â Is it a good thing?â he asked, amused. You grinned.
â Well, for my own happiness, yes!â
â Then, everything is good.â
â Iâm going to meet a friend.. But, can I have your name sir?â
The man stared at you with his usual gentle and wise expression. You waited politely, maybe he thought you were being rude, asking his name out of the blues?
â Legba.â
You bid your goodbye before walking toward Aliceâs home. You were going to encourage her to break free from her chains! She didnât need to marry a sweaty man, she could handle herself perfectly! You entered the mansion, the butler escorting you once again in the living room. Now, you just need to wait!
You opened your eyes, not even realizing you fell asleep when you heard shouting at the front door. You walked toward the entrance and saw Alice and the sweaty gentleman, your friend was shouting at the man, demanding his departure from her house while he was clearly trying to calm Alice.
â What is going on?â
â This man is just a filthy pig! Touching me like Iâm some kind of harlot.â she was fuming, trying to contain her rage. What did that man do? The man, who didnât seem sure of himself became more confident, pointing at Alice.
â Maybe thatâs what you are, kissing the mayorâs daughter like this. What a scoop that would be, unless we come to an agreement of course. I think you would make a darling wife Miss Alice. Iâll let you think about it, and if you need more convincing, I have proof. Now, have a great night ladies.â
And just like that, he left.
Alice closed the door before dropping to her knees, breathing heavily. You took her in your arms, looking for a butler or a maid but nobody was around, which was weird. You tried to calm her but she was panicking.
â He saw us.. He saw us kiss.. Oh lord, what could happen if he were to open his mouth about it.â she was shaking, nipping at her nails.Â
You calmly took her hand with yours.
â Do you have any way to get rid of him?â
She looked at you, seeming torn to speak before sighing.
â Donât think Iâm a monster but⌠Most of the richest families have.. people who do their dirty jobs? Sending⌠assassins or things like that..? Iâve never done that of course, but I feel so trapped right now⌠Oh, what AlyzĂŠe is going to think.â
â She wonât need to think about it. Use your assassins.â you wondered if you were shocking her. Maybe you were a little too at ease with the idea of killing someone ?
â No. They would report everything to my father and if they see the proof⌠My father would know about me and AlyzĂŠe.â she sighed, rubbing her face with her hands. You knew it was dangerous, you knew it could backfire butâŚ
â What about me?â
â You? What you?â
â Do you want me to⌠?â
Alice stared at you before laughing so hard she was crying. Or was she crying so hard that she was laughing ?You waited for her to calm down before staring at her.
â Are you serious ?â
â Seems like she is.â
You both turned around to find Alastor, standing in front of you, the door open.
â My dear, we donât talk about taking trash out at the entrance, I taught you better than that.â he smiled widely at you. Alice was looking at you then at Alastor, seeming confused. You sighed before helping your friend standing up. â Is there a place we could talk about getting rid of the trash?â asked Alastor with a beaming grin.
Alice seemed to come back to herself, and she tugged you to her fatherâs office. She locked the door behind Alastor, staring at you.Â
â Explanation ?â
â Nothing too serious. Youâve been caught in a big scoop Alice, and you need us to clean the mess youâve made!â you paled, asking Alastor how did he know, did the bastard already told everyone? â Oh dear, no, but from Aliceâs expression, the only things that could make her so upset would be you or her lovely AlyzĂŠe. I took a lucky guess.â
â Alastor, you are⌠your father⌠oh⌠that explains so much.â Alice let herself drop on her fatherâs chair. â So, thatâs why you didnât want me to help to look for his father, because he killed him?â asked Alice, looking at you, confused.
â We killed him.â
â Of course you did.â she sighed, putting her head on the desk. â I need.. a fucking glass of whiskey, Iâm not having this conversation sober.â She took a bottle from the cabinet before sitting back in front of you. She poured herself after giving you and Alastor a glass. â So, let me get this through, you both killed Alastorâs father and now you want to kill the man who knows Iâm in love with AlyzĂŠe?â
â Well, Alice, for once you made your brain work. I would almost be shedding a tear if I cared.â said Alastor as he sipped his drink. â And furthermore, this man is a pig that needs to be slaughtered.â
You felt relaxed. You didnât know why, but the fact that Alastor was referring to the man as a pig made you feel even less remorse than you could have felt.
â What are you winning from this?â
â Nothingââ
â Doll, I know you donât want to manipulate me. I know. Iâm talking about your murderous husband. He wouldnât help me freely.â
â Using your brain for the second time? What a day folks ! Itâs simple really, you are at the head of one of the richest families in Louisiana. Having you on my side is a plus.â
â Iâm already at your sideâ!â
â No Alice, you could be cutting yourself to prove your faith and I would still doubt you. But a crime, that is a win-win situation. The pig is slaughtered, you are free, my darling and myself are doing what we need and everything is back to normal!â exclaimed Alastor with his usual smile.
â ⌠Fine.âÂ
As Alice and Alastor were talking about the contract, you felt shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes, trying to comprehend what was happening. You donât know why but you remembered Legbaâs words. You need to trust your instincts. You couldnât hear Alice and Alastor anymore, you could hear footsteps⌠You could hearâŚa shovel digging into the ground.
â Darling?âÂ
You gasped as you felt Alastor hand on your shoulder. What just happened ? They both were looking at you, worried.
â Iâm okay.. I just.. Iâm okay.â you nodded, feeling extremely tired all of the sudden. â Alastor⌠Where is your father's corpse?â
â Six feet underground.â
â I think.. I think we should check it out.â
â Why dig up dirt from the past?â
â Because I think someone is trying to dig him up.â
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100 Dialogue prompts
Trying this out (feel free to tweak out any grammatical errors) so writers who are bored, have at it! ⼠Mix of Fluff, Angst and Smut
âI donât see you that wayâ
âI will just do as Iâm told. As Iâve always doneâ
âHave you never ridden a bike/horse before?â
âYou donât have to be soâŚformalâ
âWhat happened to us?â
âGood things donât happen to meâ
âInterested in palm reading?â
âBowing to you felt rightâ
âThere, let me help you.â
âNext time, listen to yourself and not meâ
âWhy do you want to get in trouble so badly?â
âItâs him/herâŚisnât it?â
âAre you keeping it?â
âGood to see a familiar faceâ
âYou never had to ask me anything, let alone begâ
âOh you again?!â
âI need to take you somewhereâ
âWith you gone, everything went wrongâ
âInsufferable, see you at dinnerâ
âI wasnât kissing you, I was saving your life!â
âYou did all this already, why not finish the job?â
âI will look for youâ
âI couldnât see anything, I couldnât breatheâ
âYou knew about it?â
âI will atone for what he/she didâ
âYou need to start having some faith.â
âSay what you want, I know what Iâm feeling is rightâ
âItâs okay, you will move on. We will move on.â
âHow much do you miss him/her? And what if you didnât have to?â
âFocus on my hands, on my voiceâŚâ
âPerhaps you need to be reminded where you belongâ
âI was fine having a non-sexual relationship with you, but instead Iâm having non-relationship sex with him/her.â
âI wanted to do it for you and in hindsight it was a terrible ideaâ
âIâve been inside him/her more than outside him/herâ
âDonât ask me with âpleaseâ, youâre paying meâ
âOh why wonât you just die alreadyâ
âSometimes I wonder for how long have you wanted his/her heart and if you will ever stopâ
âFilthy cheater, we go again!â
âDidnât you pay your debt already?â
âI canât get sick/injured.â
âYou act like youâve never been defeatedâ
âDiamond thrown into the trash still has the value of a diamondâ
âI got engagedâ
âAll this was decided for me, I had no choiceâ
âIâm beginning to think not even the jail guards/cops want you around, given how many times theyâve let me bail you outâ
âYou, sir/madam, should watch your alcohol intakeâ
âIâve been denying everyone, youâre not specialâ
âIâm not looking for a romanceâ
âIsnât that immoral enough to tempt you?â
âWeâre two sides of the same fucked up coinâ
âThatâs what I like to see, you are your parentsâ best indeed!â
âYou have nothing to lose right?â
âOh I canât wait to hear you singâ
âAnything youâd like to add to the conversation?â
âHi.â
âYou need to stop making me pick you up in places someone may seeâ
âI thought I was a puppeteer pulling the strings but instead I was a back seat audienceâ
âI want names, I want addresses, Iâm gonna make them pay.â
âYou know where to find me if you ever want me again.â
âMy mother is visiting in like 5 minutesâ
âIs it that, or is it because youâre in love with me?â
âNot being able to reciprocate has been the hardest part of my lifeâ
âDid you kill someone?â
âEnvious of my youth, are we?â
âThe others may have gotten awayâŚâ
âI found you. Found you looking like you didnât want to be foundâ
âDid we use to be a thing?â
âI can fix this. I can fix thisâŚâ
âWeird question, are you a supernatural being? Be honestâ
âWe should have never played Godsâ
âMust you be so harsh with me all the time?â
âWhat did all these men/women do to deserve you?â
âWe have a reputation to upholdâ
âMay I have this dance?â
âI am a bad influence on you!â
âLetâs make historyâ
âWho the hell wants to live forever.â
âFeeling any different?â
âTime waits for no oneâ
âYou got your happy-ever-after. And for all I know, itâs because I didnât.â
âTry that again and youâre gonna lose itâ
âDidnât I say one of these days youâre gonna be the death of me?â
âDo you know what my answer was?â
âYou look pathetic.â
âAlmost didnât recognize your voice when itâs not yelling at meâ
âI often find myself talking to those no longer here as wellâ
âExcuse me, this is not a buffetâ
âI donât suspect you because Iâm the one who put him/her in the groundâ
âYou look like someone who likes a good gambleâ
âI am poisonâ
âFeel free to stay as long as you needâ
âYou donât need to understand, just be a good little thingâ
âIâm gonna need your driverâs license, your ID and your phone number please~â
âSay my nameâ
âYouâŚare telling the truthâ
âIs that why you did that? Back there?â
âStop reading my mindâ
âI can teach youâ
âHow can you laugh?â
âPretty pictures. I donât have anyâ
âHeaven may fall, but __ canât die.â
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The post was getting a little long BUT @illogicalkat and @smidnite are so amazing for this!
Previous posts from the last addition done here:
And cause I loved it.... imma add a little more :D
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Steve went to get Sarah; his mom on the phone. She was always a voice of reason with him. He was hopefully she could shed some positive light in this situation.
"-That child has known you practically his whole life. You're his papa. Doesnât matter what some... DNA test says A leanbh. " her Irish accent became more prominent, the more she talked.
" But a man has a right to his child. I know it's going to be hard. And poor Peter! Having to face that man again! I woulda hit him!"
Steve coughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.
" Well, uuhh.. no problem there."
" Steve Grant Rogers Barnes! That temper of yours is always getting you in trouble!"
" Ma!"
" Could be making the situation worse."
" I know, Ma, I know..."
Steve could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.
" Well. Was it at least a good hit?"
Steve laughs and moves back toward the dining room where Peter and Matt are still at.
" Yeah, it was a -"
Clatter.
The phone slipped from Steve's hand as he stared at Peter.
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While Steve had wondered off to speak to him mom, Bucky had gone back up stares to check on Harley and May after seeing that Tony had gotten in the car and was a long ways away from the house.
Peter gathered up the paper they had, scanning it over to Matt's office for him so he could review it again in Braille once he got it to his special machine.
" I uuhh... have another question since it's just us."
" Of course. What is it?"
Matt tilted his head toward Peter, sensing that he was nervous again.
" I umm read before that you cannot uhh get divorced if your... pregnant?"
Matt blinks.
" Oh,"
Peter nervously gathers the papers and puts the extra copies in Matt's briefcase for him.
" It's not his. Obviously, but umm, I just wanted to be sure."
Matt smiles and shakes his head.
" You're fine. The state of New York lets you. And as he has no rights to you anymore... you're safe. Congratulations."
Peter smiled in relief and pressed a hand to his stomach. Laughing a little.
" Yeah... I just found out last week. Was gonna wait a few more weeks. Before saying anything to Steve and Bucky. This one definitely was an oops surprise pregnancy."
Clatter.
Peter and Matt turn toward the door to see Steve standing there staring. Cell phone on the floor.
" You're pregnant?!?"
Meanwhile, upstairs, Harley is pacing his room. Why would THE Tony Stark be here? Was it for Dads metal arm that Mom helped create? Was it the scholarship program his school had?
Was he coming to expand his art collection with one of Papa's paintings? Mom had gone back to school and gotten his degree and had written a couple of papers. But would that be enough to get Tony Stark's attention?
He looks at the magazines cut out he had of Tony Stark from a few years ago when he was on the cover of Time magazine. Dad had bought it for him while they were in line at the store. He frowns a little. Now recalling the wide-eyed stare his Mom had when he came into the room and saw it the first time. He seemed oddly nervous when he asked where that came from and why he had it.
The look on Tony Stark's face downstairs, he seemed scared, nervous, and hopeful?
He pulled his laptop up and hesitated a moment. Then he started typing away.
' Young Tony Stark photos'
The more he looked, the bigger the pit in his stomach grew.
He felt like he was going to throw up.
Across town, Tony was once again looking through the paperwork and looked at the copy of the birth certificate.
Father spot was blank on it.
But when he saw the name on the certificate, he rushed towards the trash can and threw up. It all just became too much. Everything that he was robbed of. And how much at least at the time of Harley birth that Peter obviously cared for him deeply.
Harley Edwin Anthony Parker.
#writing prompt#winterspidershield#stucky plus peter#past starker#omegaverse au#omega peter parker#alpha tony stark#alpha bucky barnes#alpha steve rogers#yes i had harley's middle name be edwin#edwin who was a father line figure to tony#someone who he created jarvis after#and it would have meant the world to him in my opinion#A leaubh is âirishâ for my child/term of endearment#I want May to be Bucky's kid#and I want this new one to be Steve's
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[COMMISSION] LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT  | TWICE x Male Reader | CHAPTER 1: "A Nightmarish First Encounter"
Welcome to another brand new TWICE fic series of mine! This story will serve both as an adaptation and a soft reboot of the TWICE horror-comedy book titled âLiving With Vampiresâ written by SaiDaChae29 published in 2020 which was sadly left discontinued until this day. For this one, it scrapped some of the parts from the original while others were kept and applied changes which will lead to its direct continuation. Special mention also to @nchris00 who ordered a commission and entrusted me to recreate this interesting story as his request. Hope this one wonât disappoint! Thank you so much again! -> Read the PROLOGUE here <- âLIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHTâ By knightyoomyoui Commissioned by: @nchris00 Part: CHAPTER 1 : "A Nightmarish First Encounter" Word Count: 5,879
2 YEARS AGO
I knocked at the house where there was an old man living in there that I used to help throwing the garbage every night. As he opened the door, he greeted me with a curious gaze as soon as he saw me standing in front of his doorway.
âJeonghoon? What is it?â
âUhh hey pops uhm⌠I was just wondering if you have some extra food left there?â It took some courage to ask that from him, since this is my first time begging from somebody straight into their home for some food to eat. Also, I just did this now from him because he only just know me as a hobo who helps people throw trash in their neighboorhood.
âI already ate the leftovers that I collected few days ago so⌠if you wonât mind, can I-â
âYou came at the right time, Jeonghoon. Ofcourse I will.â He nodded understandably after cutting off my words. I didnât find it disrespectful at all now that he responded the same thing I was expecting for him to say to me.
He left me in his doorway to grab something from his kitchen. I heard some metal clanging and probably procelains, maybe grabbing something from the plates. I was curious but I remained in his doorway, without any intention to come inside and do something that would break his trust.
Because I will never do that. I may have know how it feels to lose something⌠but just because it happened worse to me that doesnât mean I have to make others feel what I felt.
Itâs painful, enough to have your life get destroyed in an instant.
Which is what Iâve been going through these days. Imagine I was having these things for me too until that person I thought would be the nicest one among everyone took it all away from me and didnât spare nothing.
I didnât noticed I was too occupied at my thoughts when pops here even had to pat my chest twice to steal my attention. âHey, are you okay young guy? You must be spacing out.â
âOh u-uhm⌠I-Iâm really sorry pops, I didnât heard what you said.â
âNo donât worry, I just called your name repeatedly and you canât hear me, so I checked up on you and I found you hear staring at nothing.â The old man waves it off for me. I looked at his hands and he was carrying a tupperware of the food he cooked for dinner.
âI cooked too much that I wasnât able to finish it all, thatâs why I said that you came here at the right time because I feel a bit dismayed at leaving this extra for tomorrow.â Pops said to me. He handed it to me and I accepted it.
âDo you want to eat here?â
âI would be honored, pops but I think iâm fine out there. I would like to grab some fresh air afterwards.âÂ
He nodded and he took my answer well. âOkay, eat well Jeonghoon.â
âThanks a lot again, pops. Good night.â
âYou too, kid.â
I bowed again to double the respect I have for his kindness and he smiled softly for me because I helped him close the door. I looked at the beef steak he has for me and probably this is the first day since I lost a home that I smiled with pure genuine.
I looked for some spare bench here along the road and thankfully I found one where I can sit and enjoy this meal I have tonight. I opened the container and smelled the food, oh it was surely mouth-watering and fragrant.Â
I prayed as my gratitude to have this kind of food despite of my poor situation. Without wasting much time, I grabbed the spoon he gave for me and I ate my dinner in less than three minutes, an effect of the hunger I was tried to hold onto since earlier.
After I finished my dinner, I went to my scraps to place this in a plastic so that I can return this to pops tomorrow. Then I went back at the spot where I decided to sleep along with my carton as my sleeping mat to make myself more comfortable.
I laid on the couch and stared at the stars above, deeply wondering what the future still awaits for me even after my life had its rock bottom state. Will I still be able to save myself and get back up to slowly reclaim what I never lost in the first place or⌠if I will be luckyâŚ
Is there someone else out there who will be willing to lend me a hand and assist me with it?
I donât know exactly, but not gonna lie I donât lose hope yet. Well, I just think thatâs what I should do while Iâm still breathing and living you know? I donât want to waste this opportunity yet, thatâs why i have to find a way to look for something that will add more purpose of why iâm living right now.Â
I still believe that just because we lost something in our life doesnât mean we remain worthless forever.Â
Anyways, enough of these deep thoughts. I just want to relax myself and call this a day. I just hope thereâs a karma awaiting for that person who made me like this. Thereâs no instances that someone can just ran away freely after doing something reckless to others who did nothing wrong to them.
I closed my eyes and breathe deeply before I let my body soak into slumber.
However, few hours later I suppose, well since I donât have a watch or a clock -I do have my phone with me but itâs still lowbat since I didnât get to have my charger with me when I got abandoned-, my ears caught something irritating that woke my senses back up even if it doesnât want to yet since itâs still midnight.
It was gibberish loud and since itâs slightly audible, I can tell that those noises were coming just nearby from me. I slowly opened my eyes and I blinked rapidly as I try to hear the noises again that caused my peaceful sleep to be rudely interrupted.
I groaned as my reaction before I stood back up. The sound became much clearer now, and I grabbed some of the words theyâre talking about. Not being overly interested in gossips, but I do caught that theyâre talking about âpaying something because itâs already dueâ thingie.
I looked around to find out what it is, and what I saw didnât gave me a surprise, it just explained why the sound was so close to me.
There are three kids being cornered by a tandem of intimidating guys cornering them from left to right as they ask them about something.
Theyâre too busy at what theyâre talking about so I tried to hid myself from the nearby lamppost to eavesdrop their conversation more.
âThatâs a part of our deal, and we told you that each of us would respect our rules and roles here. We let you borrow our money⌠and you have to pay us back on the due date.â The guy on the right said, and heâs talking directly at that tallest kid who looks like heâs protecting those two little kiddos he has with him from them.
âIâm telling you sir please, Iâm going to pay for it I know about that! Itâs just that what Iâve been saving as of now isnât enough yet to reach that amount.â He replied while trembling in fear.
âAnd do you think itâs a good thing that even if you donât want your deadline to pass, you have no choice but to let it? Do we look like we are nice enough to give a second chance?â The left guy said, stepping forward to scare the three kids more.
I understood their situation now. So this kid took a loan agreement with them and these guys are the sharks who are trying to collect the money they gave to the kid as per the agreement says. I get it that theyâre just following the rules but⌠does it really have to come this way?
âLook kid, you better do something right now to pay what you requested for us or else⌠we are the ones who will look for an alternative.â
âAnd hey man, I think I know what we should took rather.â He grinned evilly at his partner on the right before his sight landed on the kids.
He tried to reach the arm of that little guy but the tallest one sways his hand away to avoid having contact with the kid. âGet your hands off from them!â
Wait⌠oh no, are they thinking about the kids being the substitute payment for this guyâs balance?
âThen pay us right now or else you wonât be going to see these rats ever again!â
âNo please, Iâm begging you leave them out of this!â He shook his head and tried to rid them away while pleading for mercy.
âShut up!â The left dude pulled his wavering hand at them and shoo-ed him away from the kids. My eyes largened and felt nervous for this guy and what these dudes would do to the poor kids who are crying now in fear.
âTHEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!!â
âWELL THEY ARE NOW, BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT THEM INTO THIS MESS YOU SHOULDâVE AVOIDED IF ONLY YOU COULDâVE PAID US!â The right dude locked his grip on this kidâs slim arm. It tried to force himself out of the hold until this kid tried to bit his knuckle, making the dude scream in pain.
âAAAAISSSHHH, YOU LITTLE DEVIL!â He shook his hand before looking at the kid dangerously and unexpectedly slapped its face.
âNo⌠NO!!!â The guy tried to approach the dude but he only received a huge blow onto his midsection, shutting him off.Â
I couldnât take this sight anymore, so I have to do something for these younglings. I know Iâm not that much of a skilled person when it comes to self-defense or challenging somebody in a combat but⌠I canât just let these kids to end up somewhere with fate unknown in the hands of these bastards.
Stupidly, I quickly went out of my hiding and tensely approached the dudes who are double-teaming the tall guy before they try to bring the kids with them. I noticed also that the black van that is parking on the side of the road belongs to them.
âHEY! Didnât you heard what he said!â My puny self yelled at them with bent toughness. âHe said they have nothing to do with your problem, so leave them alone!â I said while I eyed the kids who are looking at me right now with their pitiful watery eyes.
âAnd who the fuck are you?â
âIt doesnât matter. Iâm just a random guy on the streets that you two bitchasses ruined his sleep with your annoying rumblings.â I said with much confidence with them. This is the hilarious thing about me, Iâm so brave at trashtalking bullies but when they come at me, Iâm like a flower who easily covers itself for protection.
In short, I donât know how to fight back with fists. Great.
âWell, is that so? We donât give a shit about your beauty sleep, so turn around now, mind your business and you can get yourself back to your little sleep because weâre almost done here. How about that?â The left dude said as he tugged the hair of the tall guyâs hair, making him yelp at the sting it must have caused on his scalp.
I hissed irritably at the stubbornness of this loser. I sighed deeply then went back to arguing with them when I noticed that the dudes were about to carry the kids with them through the van. The tall guy looked at me, crying and pleaded.
âPlease⌠mister⌠they canât get awayâŚâ
âTYLER!!!â An old man suddenly shouted this guyâs name. I saw that he just came out of the door from this huge looking place. Then I figured out itâs name plastered on top of the entrance.
âORPHANAGEâ
Wait a minute? Orpha- so these kids are orphans? Now I know why this Tyler guy is so protective with these kids and highly concerned for them. Plus, their home is actually just right in front of them! That means they were about to head home when these bad dudes blocked them off from doing so.
âHEY, W-WHERE ARE THEY TAKING THEM!â The old guy saw the dudes carrying the kids who are crying and trying to wiggle off in their arms to escape.
I looked at them and breathe drelpy before I let my urges control me.
I ran immediately and just before theyâre about to open the sliding door of their van, I pushed them both off into the ground, while apologetically involving the kids on the ground. I just thought that itâs the better way to stop them by getting distracted at the kids bodies colliding with them as they fall.
âGO, RUN!â I commanded the kids who were a bit confused at what I just did. I looked at both of them and they got my signal. They stumbled to stand but luckily they are able to ran back from Tyler and the old man.Â
âYou son of a bitch, look what you just did!â The dude who is laying down beneath me suddenly kicked me on the leg, effectively making me kneel on the ground at how painful it is to endure while standing.
As I was busy seething off the pain, the other dude took the advantage by blowing me in the back of the head with his hammered fists. I faceplanted on the ground and then I felt my entire body filled with shots coming from their attacks.
They kicked me with pure despise. It stopped for a while until I felt by body getting rolled and face up, the dude straddled me and gave me repeated punches to the face before my sight went blurred and complete black.
My eyes suddenly sprung up, and what greeted me was a view of a girl who seemed like she flinched a little when my eyes opened. Her head is upside down, so I figured that sheâs looking at me from the edge of⌠wait, am I laying down on a couch?
âJihyo-unnie! Thereâs a man sleeping on our couch!!!â The girl suddenly shouted for her Jihyo-unnie. I guess that was her sister or something but hold up, where was I?!
I made the hardest and most painful sat-up I ever did in my entire life, as I feel like my abdomen are tightening while Iâm doing it. My head also feels a little dizzy so I groaned and hold it for support before I turned around.
And where the hell was I? Why am I in a very cozy looking room filled with women sitting around in front of me.
What I first noticed was the girl who is staring at me upside down, she is indeed on the edge of the couch on my side looking suspicious at me with her knitted brows.
Then on the other hand was the rest of the girls with her. The first one is wearing a purple T-shirt with a girl character on its chest, sheâs watching the TV in the floor along with the pale-looking girl who I can almost compare her similarity to Snow White because of how bright her skin was.
The other ones on the couch were this girl with long legs, wolfcut haired, and in black t-shirt building a Lego figure on a table and the one beside her is a very gorgeous looking one with uhm⌠enticing thighs, sitting like a ball and very focused on her phone.
I seriously donât know who are these girls and why did I end up here, but for now Iâll just leave what will happen to me based on their actions⌠but ofcouse that doesnât mean I wonât do something about it.
âW-who are you?â I asked the long-hair girl with tattoos. âAnd how did I end up here?â
âI was about to ask the same thing about you, Mr. Nobody.â She crossed her eyes and popped the bubble gum she was chewing. âWe just woke up and I just went down when we found you here laying so comfortably here in our dorm like itâs yours.â
Dorm?
Where in the blue hell am I actually am right now, seriously?
âWhat did you say? A dorm?â I asked her again.
âYeah! Are you deaf or something?â
âI seriously donât know this place. I donât even have any idea why Iâm here!â I felt embarassed when my raising voice accidentally caught the other girlâs attention, and now theyâre looking at me with curiousity.
âOh, heâs awake!â The girl in purple said. She doesnât seemed to be frightened that a stranger is on a room with her friends, she rather sounds glee about it.
âLook wait, let me explain-â
âTell that to her instead.â Chaeyoung flicked her head back when she sensed that a footstep is growing near from us. âJihyo- unnie!!!â
âYes yes Iâm coming Chae, jeez.â This Jihyo said to her, sounding like sheâs so done at this girlâs whiny voice. Oh, didnât I just heard this tattoo girlâs name to be Chae?
While i was awaiting at this Jihyoâs arrival, Chae decided to scare me off with her gesturing me with her index finger that tells me Iâm screwed⌠which was kinda effective and not at the same time because I donât even know what this Jihyo can do and⌠her giving death warning isnât suitable for a short girl like her with cute features.
I gulped but I hid my nervousness by glancing at her cluelessly at her. Then, a figure stood beside Chae, a short-girl one with large round eyes, almost had me questioning if sheâs actually Korean or sheâs half.
She was about to ask Chae but her eyes landed at me and just like how Chae greeted me when I woke up, she shared the same judgmental look.
âWho are you and what are you doing here in our place?â
âYou asked exactly the same thing as this girl right here.â I pointed at Chae. âAnd I canât give the answer as for you too, because I donât even know how did I end up here.â I shrugged.
âAre you sure about that?â She raised her eyebrow to me, unsure if I was speaking the truth.
âSheâs probably speaking lies, Jihyo-unnie! Who knows, maybe this idiot is an intruder!â
âIntruder?! I donât even know how to lockpick or climb walls!â I said to this brat over here as I felt offended.
âWell guessing from that look of yours and how mysterious your identity are, you should be considered as one.â She traced my appearance from head and toe, as if sheâs wondering why such a being like me is existing in this world.
âLook, Iâm not as dumb as you think I am. I am very aware that such a hobo like me wouldnât have even a slightest chance to enter or hell, own a dorm such luxurious as this!â
âBoth of you, silence your mouths!â Jihyo stops me and Chae from having a war of words. âChaeyoung is right, you better give us something you know or else we donât have a choice but to call security and forcefully get you out of here.â
âWait wait, I donât know how but Iâll just tell you instead what I know!â I paused her after this irritating Chaeyoung even handed Jihyo her phone. Sheâs so obvious of making me look like Iâm not very welcome here in their territory.
âBut first uhm⌠where is your bathroom?â I said as my expression softened after sheepishly admitting that the nature is calling for my reproductive organs to release something in effect of my hydration.
âAnd what are you gonna do in there?â Jihyo questions me.
âSheâs probably gonna try to run away, Jihyo unnie! Quick girls, block the-â
âI JUST WANT TO HAVE A BATHROOM BREAK, PLEASE.â I said as I hold my kidney spot tight, constricting my legs as I hold on my pee.
âOh.â Jihyo reacted. âCmon, Chae as if heâs gonna be out here by his own. Our lock is equipped with passcode remember?â She said as she patted Chaeyoungâs shoulder who seems sulking that she was proven wrong. âAnyways, the bathroom is on the right, you can see the hallway down here.â
âT-thanksâ, I immediately stood up and bowed at them thankfully before I went for the location of it.
As I already reached the kitchen which is where the hallway that Jihyo mentioned was near at, I noticed that thereâs another girl coming from upstairs coming rushing down and went for the fridge. She even ignored me as she just passed by at me.
I just gave her the same treatment and walked through the bathroom door but just as I was about to grab the knob and opened it, I heard what she said from behind that grabbed my attention.
âAhhh⌠oh a fresh blood in the morning after a hangover is incomparably great!âÂ
I turned my body around slowly to look at Nayeon after what she just said, just want to confirm it if sheâs joking or something.
But what I found out after was instead something much more serious to be like that.
I saw Nayeon holding a transparent pitchel filled with red substance on it while gulping its content with a glass on her other hand. She was kneeling in front of the open fridge.
It was like in the movies where a protagonist gets a camera shot where his or her figure gets zoomed in while the background shrinks as soon as that character finds something mind-blowing, thatâs what it looked like to mr when I felt chills in my body.
âNayeon, hurry up! I want that blood already!â
How in the fuck can they just pronouce that they are consuming blood so casually?! Itâs nit even normal at all?!
Or elseâŚ
As Nayeon followed the voice where it came from, she caught my figure standing in the middle of the hallway, watching her in horror at the strange act sheâs doing. I wished she didnât even stopped, because she terrified me further when she leans away the glass from her, revealing her blood stained mouth.
âWhat the fuck⌠are you?âÂ
She stood up and left the kitchen as she starts walking towards me. I hurriedly turned the doorknob but it was locked. My heart beats even faster as I got confused and even more desperate to get myself away from this bloodlust woman.
It only stopped when my vision went back to pitch black as I couldnât control my movement anymore.
I have no idea how long I snapped out, but in an instant i just recovered my consciousness back in this comfy couch again. This time, they arenât around to be seen in what it seems to be their living room. However, I heard clanging noises from the back, I peeked to see what it is and there they actually are, all seated on their dining table with plates and foods all around their table.
The wolfcut girl was distributing the spoons for her roommates while the short-haired woman was assisting her on scooping up the foods for them. I was just silently watching them when someone caught.
âYouâre back.â A girl that I havenât seen yet spoke me as she faced her sitting posture onto me.
I just stared at us and she probably figured out that I havenât met or know her yet. She chuckled and smiled as she realized it. âJoin us.â
Her soft voice and elegant moves piqued my interest on her. She looks so gentle and very nice to get along with. Out of all the girls who I saw, my attention was pinned sharply at her. She just lets out an unexplainable aura that carries me to her.
I nodded and I stood up, which again caught their focus. Chaeyoungâs bright face turned back into an intense and angsty mood when she noticed me back alive again. Jihyo just looked at me seriously but my eyes averted more at this girl named Nayeon who was somehow avoiding her face at me.
I felt my heartbeat quicken again which caused my head to ache and feel a bit dizzy. I almost stumble but thankfully, the wolfcut girl caught my back. âYou okay?â
âMy head is a bit spiraling, but Iâm good.â
âYeah itâs better to eat first. Iâll give you a medicine after.â
She was about to direct me to their table but then I refused. âS-sorry, but can I go now? I donât even have to be here, Iâm sorry again for the incovenience that I caused-â
âDonât disrespect unnie like that, now follow her and sit with us!â I didnât expected that those inviting words, even though they were sounded a bit rude⌠came from Chaeyoung herself. I looked at her with shame and I just nodded in defeat. I donât even want to try making this girlâs blood boil more if I already feeling weak.
Oh, great. Speaking about the blood.
As I slowly make my seat, my eyes are still staring at Nayeon who seems uncomfortable now with my look. I try to stop it but at the same time Iâm just completely puzzled and disgusted at what I caught from her earlier.
âYou can join us for breakfast, because what we learned about you gave me a bit of an assurance that thereâs nothing wrong with you.â Jihyo said as she grabbed her spoon and fork before she nodded at the person in front of her from the distance to proceed as she starts eating her food.
It turns out to be the elegant girl sitting with the wolfcut girl and the one with tattoos beside her. âMay we know your name first?â she asked me.
âJ-Jeonghoon. Min Jeonghoon.��
âDo you remember how did you end up here in our dorm?â
I stopped for a while as I attempt to recall the last scenarios Iâve gone through, which was from last night⌠but it was like some sort of a missing puzzle pieces, because I couldnât remember it entirely.
âA bit. All I know is just I beat up some guys because I caught them trying to abduct the siblings of this kid that they intimidate. Iâm pretty sure I got knocked out, but⌠I really donât know how am I now here, in this type if place with you all.â I explained.
âSomeone brought you here with us. That person found you unconscious outside with a badly beaten body.â Jihyo starts to enlighten out the things I temporarily forgot.
âAnd you should be thanking right now at her.â She glanced back at the elegant girl who just smiled at me and nodded back. My eyes widened when I understood that she was the one who saved me.Â
âIâm sorry if you havenât met me a while ago when you woke up, I just went for some exercise in our gym.â She bowed her head. âMy nameâs Mina, and Iâm the one who brought you here.â
âW-wait, but howâŚâÂ
âSince you couldnât remember when you went through last night, I was a friend with the old guy who owns the orphanage and a guardian of those three kids you saved out there.â She started to narrate what previously happened.Â
âHe called me along with the police because well⌠lets say he knows me as someone he can entrust a lot about.â Mina shrugged. âI volunteered to get you healed here while the old guy reported the incident to the police so⌠thatâs the reason how you end up here in our place.âÂ
I felt relieved and contented that I have an idea now of what I just did, that I was also responsible actually of bringing myself into here, sharing a room with these 9 girls that even though I never met them in my entire life, they seem to be good people and I can somehow try to connect and make myself trustworthy to them⌠in return of what Mina did to me.
âWe learned from Tyler, the kid you saved that they were caught by the loan sharks and you went there to stop them from kidnapping his fellow orphans in exchange of his unpaid balance.â Jihyo said. âAnd your kind deed was enough to make me convince that maybe youâre not actually what we hope you wonât be. Thatâs why we talked about even thought Chaeyoung here was⌠still hesitant-â
âWe still donât know him, unnie! I wonât still trust him around us.â Chaeyoung rolled her eyes as she spatted a toxic gaze at her before returning to her food.
âExactly what I was saying, but she was still right. We may be appreciating what you did for the kids Jeonghoon but⌠you got to prove us more. We still donât know much with you yet.â
âBut youâre now welcome to interact with us.â The wolfcut haired girl spoke to me with a nice smile. I felt grateful that they gave me a chance somehow even thought I ended up looking weird for them.
âThank you so much, I will do my best, I promise.â I said to them, bowing respectfully.Â
I started to eat along with them. While I was savoring how delicious the food was, my eyes caught this girl that I last seen drinking blood. I still canât get it out of my head. As I get drown fron my curiosity, all of us flinched and got a mini heart attack when she suddenly stood up and slammed her fist on the table, towering at me with her deadly stare.
âCAN YOU STOP LOOKING WITH ME, I COULDNâT EAT PEACEFULLY WITH YOUR STARES! IF YOU WANT TO ASK ME ALREADY ABOUT THE BLOOD I DRANK EARLIER, THEN FREAKING DO IT ALREADY!â
All of us went silent while I found the other girl with bangs slapped her head frustratingly. We locked into a staring contest until Jihyo slids between.
âNayeon! Calm down!â
âWhat did you just said, Nayeon unnie?!â Wolfcut asked her older friend which revealed to be her name as Nayeon. Her voice has sn evident disbelief in it.Â
Nayeon realized what she just accidentally released in her mouth, so she quickly covered it with her palm as she nervously looked around at us especially to Jihyo.
âI-Iâm sorry⌠I-â
âYou heard her right.â I said as I still confronted Nayeon. âI caught Nayeon drinking blood from the fridge, even complimenting that it was the best thing to aid hangover.â
All of them gasped and this girl beside me who was using her phone earlier clicked her tongue thrice. Wait, did I mentioned already that she looks like the tallest of them all? Well, excluding me because her head is leveled just right on my shoulder.
âDo you girls know about this? Why is she drinking blood? What are you girls hiding from me?â
They all went suspiciously silent for a moment, my fear and nervousness is increasing my heartbeatâs rate at this point, being beware of their secret that hides their true identity.
âW-wait, Jeonghoon can you give us a minute to t-talk?â
âNo more time needed, just tell me right away!â I stood up, feeling alarmed at them. They all posed a taken aback expression at my frightful demeanor.
âAre you girls belong in some crazy ass cult or what? Because you girls didnât disposed the fact that she drank blood means one thing only that you girls know about this and this just seems normal to yall. Thinking that you girls ainât normal makes me wanna leave this room already!â
âJeonghoon, please wait!â
They all stood up at the same time, which even looked like more creepy to me. I stepped backwards, being defensive for myself. âNO! DONâT YOU DARE TAKE ANY MORE STEP COME NEAR ME!â
I looked at the door at the near end of the hallway, which helped me to plan what I have to do after. I gotta get out of this place as they all soon to come after me. I better hurry out and ran as fast as I can.
Just as I had a plan formulated in my mind, the elegant girl took our attention when she suddenly yelled that I couldnât even consider if she actually yelled because of how light like a feather her voice was.
âW-we are v-vampires, thatâs why!â
They all gasped unbelievably at their friend who just exposed and retreated at their guilt.
âMINA! WHY DID YOU SAY IT?!â The bangs girls got infuriated at her.
âI-I just couldnât take it anymore. I canât lie!â
âShit⌠you all areâŚâ I looked at them and soon the sight of them looking like these precious set of women goes shifting into this unimaginable monsters that I never wanted to come across with.
âOh god⌠so thatâs probably why you all took me, to feed me to become more healthy⌠so that later tonight you all can eat me and have my blood huh! You girls like the dark and a fresh blood, like what that girl said!â I hauntingly said while pointing at Nayeon who lowered her head, probably felt pain at my accusation.
âGuess what, you all canât have it. Because IâM GETTING OUT OF HERE!â
âGIRLS, GET HIM!
I moved as fast as I can, sprinting to the door and tried to open it. I looked back to see all the girls except Jihyo, the wolfcut one, Nayeon, and the thighs girl not joining the rest who is chasing after me.
I realized that thereâs a keypad underneath the knob. I remembered that Chaeyoung told me that I have no chance of getting out of here because their door is secured with a pass code.
OH SHIT!Â
âHELPPP!!! HELP ME!!!â
I pounded the door as loud as I can before I felt the bangs girls tackled my lower part and pulled my legs, sliding me to the ground with my front colliding on the floor.
Meanwhile, Jihyo and the wolfcut girl was talking about something when I saw the tall girl suddenly speak with them.
âJust tell him the truth, unnie. We canât do anything about it already. Itâs too late.â
âNowhere to run, Jeonghoon!â Chaeyoung said to me before she maniacally smugs and laughs. I saw a glimpse of her fangs growing wiith her pupils shrinking and eyes glowing into color red.
âGET OFF ME!!! NO, PLEASE!!! SOMEBODY SAVE M-RAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
The three of them just watched the rest pulled my body away from the door as I clawed in the front while screaming in dread and terror, with my fate unknown being at the possession of these girls who turned out to be vampires in disguise.
#twice au#twice fanfic#twice oneshot#kpop au#kpop fanfic#kpop oneshot#twice x male reader#twice x reader#twice horror#vampires#horror#twice nayeon#twice jeongyeon#twice momo#twice sana#twice jihyo#twice mina#twice dahyun#twice chaeyoung#twice tzuyu
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(yandere! teddy bear x gn! reader) (written in the pov of the yanâď¸âď¸ wanted to try something new)
i was your first friend.
i was there for you when you grew up.
i was there for you when you had tough times.
so how could you throw me away like this?
throwing me away like some... common trash. do you know how i felt when you no longer wanted me? when you used me, loved me...then suddenly said that you'd throw me away? i was beyond heartbroken. i absolutely refused to believe it.
i was your childhood friend after all.
you promised me you'd always love me.
promised.
i don't know how long i spent there, laying there in the trash with my heart torn open. the rain drenched me, watered me in its tears as i wondered what i did wrong. what i did wrong for you to throw me away after so many years spent together.
then i realized,
you grew up.
your tastes changed.
and you no longer liked the way i appeared. well, maybe. you never specified anything, but it had to be that! why else would you throw me away?
so i got blessed by some merciful god. obtained a human body and... came back for you. you, you, you.
it's always been you. it always will be you.
and everything was fine at first! it was great! you loved me and i loved you, just like how things were back then!
...
but then why do you look so frightened now?
why are you telling me to leave you?
all i did was bring up a happy memory we both shared years ago! why are you so scared? why are you looking at me like some sort of... monster?
i know i came back in the blood of someone who was trying to hurt you... but all I'm doing is trying to protect you! that's all I've ever wanted!
please don't leave me again.
oh please, please don't.
you don't understand how painful it was to be without you.
...
no, you can't leave me.
i refuse to let it happen.
I won't let you throw me away again.
#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere concept#yandere teddy bear#yandere teddy bear x reader#gn reader#suiana rambling#suiana brainrotting
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if you believe in me - 01
summary: You and Miles decide to make it official. Kind of. wc: 763 warnings: none a/n: I love setting my characters up for failure <3
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Miles hadn't texted you at all since the kiss, but not for lack of trying.
He would begin to type out a message:
"hi".
No, too empty. Perhaps a bit creepy.Â
Backspace.
"hey :)"
Would you expect him to use smiley faces? No, it felt too different to how he spoke in real life. Backspace.
Maybe he should rip a page out of his classmates' playbook. It always seemed to work for them when he peered over at their screens.
"wyd?"
He frowned at his phone in bewilderment. Why would he ask that all of a sudden with no context?Â
Backspace.Â
"Hey, Y/N! Just checking in to see how you're doing."
Miles mentally cursed himself when he realized how much the text sounded like an email.
He flopped down onto his bed in defeat, and checked his digital alarm clock. 7:30 pm. He had been sitting there for an entire half hour and could hardly get a greeting out, probably leaving you to wonder why the boy who had literally kissed you last week couldnât be bothered to send a text.Â
Miles knew that today would be special when his phone alarm actually woke him up - and from a dreamless sleep, at that. Normally the sun would practically blind him after the curtains were thrown open by his mother, yelling frantically about how he was going to be late in half an hour. The sky was miraculously just turning a periwinkle blue outside, and the possibility of actually getting breakfast seemed within reach for once.
Miles squinted to read the menu above him. Ordering a spicy beef patty before 8 in the morning sounded like a poor dietary decision, so he went with a bacon egg and cheese sandwich like everyone else. As soon as he backed up from the counter, he made the mistake of glancing to his right at the fridge containing drinks on the other side of the bodega, and his stomach dropped.
Your jacket was instantly recognizable, even from a mile away.
Miles threw on his hoodie and shuffled over to the aisle behind him, where he pretended to be preoccupied with a container of instant coffee while trying to keep his face covered. When he saw movement in his periphery, he ducked his head and inched his way towards the freezer that contained his prized can of Arizona tea. He was about to reach for the handle, just inches away from success, when your voice stopped him:
âMorales?!? Where the hell have you been?â
Fuck.
âHey,â Miles gave you a tight smile as he turned slowly to face you. âHowâŚhow are you?â
âIâm good,â you nodded, before lightly smacking him in the arm. âHavenât heard from you in a minute, though. Why I ainât catch you in class?â
The boy shrugged. âI dunno. Still in the same seat every day. Maybe you just missed me.â
As he said this, Miles recalled seeing you in the cafeteria while making his way upstairs the other day and ducking behind a trash can before your eyes could meet. You having gone back to your regular seat in AP Calc made avoidance even easier; he could simply time when he went over to his seat, a small crowd of students providing ample cover.
âChopped cheese!â a man called out from the front, interrupting his thoughts.
âThatâs me,â you said with a grin.Â
ââBacon egg and cheese!â
âAnd thatâs me,â Miles replied as he spun around to retrieve his order, making sure to leave room for you to pass behind him after grabbing your sandwich.
Once outside, he realized that you were staring at him. Not just in passing, but expectantly. Was he meant to do something?
âWhat?â he asked, eyebrow raised.
âYou like me, right?â
âI-umâŚyeah,â Milesâ eyes darted away from your face. âI donât think Iâd kiss anybody I didnât like.â
âDonât get smart with me, you didnât text me at all afterwards. I was starting to get the wrong impression!â
He snorted, âWell, now youâve got the right one.â
âSoooâŚâ you tilted your head. âDoes that mean weâre like, a thing now?â
He tensed at the suggestion. âA thingâ. Youâd think it was obvious what that meant, but what did it really mean in tenth grade? Sit at home and kiss a lot?Â
But your smile began to falter the longer he took, and the sight stung him.
âI guess we are,â Miles finally replied. He looked down. âWhat are you doing?â
âHolding your hand, duh!â
He let you intertwine your fingers with his, tentatively squeezing them in return.
#miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles x black!reader#miles morales x black!reader#earth 42 miles x reader#moralesanhour
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Left Behind â Damon Salvatore
Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,252
Request: Idk if youâre accepting requests but I really love the things you write so here I am! Could you please write some Damon Salvatore x female reader? Something with a lot of angst and comfort, I was thinking of something around the time when Damon finds out that his mother is alive and she just chose to leave him behind when he was a little kid, just searching for some comfort in the reader please?Â
Notes/Warnings: Quote from show (not my quote - credit to show), violent outbursts (no one gets hurt physically), comfort, Damon is 178 like in the show, I wrote it from the top of my head without many notes so proceed with caution (lol)
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The sound of glass shattering against the wall prompted you to drop your book and rush downstairs to see Damon pacing around the living room, his hands pulling at his hair in frustration.Â
âDamon, what happened? Whatâs going on?â You shuddered at the sight of your distressed boyfriend. Damon turned to you, looking back on the conversation he never wanted to remember ever again.Â
âYou look exactly the same as you did 172 years ago.â Was the first thing Damon said the moment he laid on his very much alive mother. All this time he thought she was dead. Turns out, sheâs been alive and never came to find him.
âI have a really good skin-care routine,â Lillian deadpanned.Â
âAfter all this time, whyâd you never come back for us sooner?â Damon wondered, fearing the answer. Why else would she have stayed away for so long?
âBecause, Damon, I never wanted you in the first place. I chose to leave because I had more important matters to attend to,â Lillian admitted as if it was the most normal thing to say to a person. Damon felt like a dagger had pierced right through his heart. He couldnât believe what he was hearing. The person who he thought left because they had no choice had actually left because they wanted to. The person who he thought loved him the most never really loved him at all.Â
âShe walked out on me. Thatâs all there is to it,â Damon confessed like it was nothing before he turned without another word and walked out the door.Â
Your heart broke for the love of your life. You knew what he was talking about. Just a few hours ago, Damon had left after finding out his mother was alive. Heâd told you where he was going and was gone within seconds. You hadnât known when to expect him back, but you knew something was seriously wrong the moment you heard the glass shatter.Â
You sighed, deciding to give him some space. You took a broom from the hall closet to clean up the glass and a towel to wash up the splattered bourbon. Throwing the towel in the wash and the glass in the trash, you strolled outside to find your boyfriend.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â You found Damon sitting on the front steps of the Salvatore House. You leaned against the doorframe behind him, crossing your arms over your chest, waiting. All you wanted to do was be there for him, listen, and make sure he knows heâs not alone in his sorrows.Â
âLooking at the stars, listening to the Universe laugh at me.â Damon expressed nonchalantly. He couldnât believe that after all these years, his entire life, he believed that his mother was dead, that she left not of her own will. He guessed he didnât know his mother as well as he thought. All the stories he was told, lies. It wasnât that she had to go. He was just unwanted, left behind.Â
You move from inside to walk down the stairs and sit on the grass in front of Damon. You sat with a bit of room in between you both, knowing about Damonâs random outbursts. You sit with your legs stretched out in front of you, one crossed over the other with your hands intertwined in your lap as you gaze up at him. Your expressed was filled with many emotions: adoration that never ceases for your darling boyfriend, worry for what was going through his head and what he was going through, concern for what he might do in response to this horrible, heartbreaking news he just discovered, and patience in waiting to take care of him in any way possible.Â
âHow could I be so stupid?â Damon howled, raising his voice suddenly, standing in exasperation. You jumped slightly, but not enough for him to notice. âI mean, I really thought-â He paused, cutting himself off with a defeated chuckle. It was no use, he figured. Why grieve over someone who never grieved him? Heâs spent his entire life doing so. Now that he knows the truth, there was no point in continuing.Â
Damon bowed his head in defeat, sighing, and you gazed up at him with an expression of sweet sympathy. He stood there on the stair step, one hand placed on his hip and the other on the back of his neck as he contemplated.Â
He looked up at you, then. You waited for his reaction, watched for his next move. What you didnât expect, though, was when Damon descended the last few stairs and stopped in front of you. He gestured for you to spread your legs before he turned and placed himself between them. He reclined back to lay his head on your lap and you leaned back on one hand while guiding your fingers to brush through his hair comfortingly.Â
âIâm sorry,â Damon apologized to you, gazing up into your eyes. Although, he had nothing to apologize for. âI didnât know what to think when I heard she was alive. And when she told me she-â But you couldnât let him go on. You could see the gears spinning in his head, the struggles and the negative thoughts. You knew what he was thinking. They were thoughts that were certainly not new to your empathetic ears, and they were thoughts that you always tried your hardest to apprehend, to keep them from his mind, to make sure he knew they werenât true.
âShh,â You placed your finger over his lips gently, locking eyes with a sweet smile. You brush your hand over his cheek, stroking your thumb over his forehead soothingly. âItâs okay, baby. I hate that you had to go through that. She had no right to do what she did. She was never meant to be a mother if she felt it was okay to leave behind such a precious little boy. But I need you to know that even when you feel alone, I will always be here. I will never leave you behind because I love you and I always will,â You smiled down at him.Â
Damon didnât think he could love you more than he did at this moment. He wanted to engrain this moment in his mind. He wanted to memorize everything about you because it was you that made this moment so special. You were so human, so mundane, the way you touched him so gently, the way you didnât care about a single thing because all you wanted to do was make sure he was okay. He knew that with you, he would be.Â
Damon flipped himself over and lifted himself up onto his hands and knees as he gently guided you to lay down beneath him. He moved up to hover over you, placing his hand on your cheek with the most love filled gaze in his eyes. He bent down and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips until you could feel all the love and appreciation he felt for you.Â
âYou are the best thing to ever happen to me. I hope you know that,â Damon chuckled sweetly, his forehead leaning against yours. Who knew he could be so soft?
Damon slid back down to lay between your legs again. He placed a kiss on your tummy before laying his head there, wrapping his arms around your waist. You tangled your fingers in his hair while Damon revels in the comfort he finds in your embrace.Â
#damon salvatore#fluff#angst#comfort#damon salvatore imagines#damon salvatore x reader#damon salvatore fluff#damon salvatore angst#damon salvatore comfort#the vampire diaries
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hiya Evie! happy April!
feel free to toss this one out in the trash if you've already covered it before but I saw a tiktok the other day of people talking about their pregnancy hormones and the rage/sobbing and how they were genuinely writing up divorce papers over their husband eating their medium fry or crying hard because the quesadilla they woke him up at 3am to make wasn't "made with love"
and it just made me wonder how your eddies would handle it?
omg i saw that! i saw another too that was similar and the comments were so fucking funny.
truthfully, i think the worst would be with cowboy!eddie. not because he's bad, it just hits her the worst. especially with coop. they also live far out, so he can't run through a taco bell or a 24/7 walmart as easily.
i think it would be a mix of being uncomfortable, having the worst cravings, emotional, and also not wanting to wake eddie up because she knows he's been working and she should just get up and get it, but he makes them so much better and she's starving.
wakes him up already sniffly and he's so concerned. "what? what's wrong? what- is it the baby? the baby? are you alright?" he's up in a matter of seconds, wide awake, flinging the light on.
"no." you sniffle, rubbing a hand down your stomach. "i mean, yeah, the baby's fine, but we're hungry."
eddie's head hurts from how fast his heart was beating, still trying to wake up and wrap his head around everything. "ok? go get somethin'."
and then the tears start. "hey, hey, ok. what d'you want? i'll go get it for you-"
"-no. i feel bad." you sob. "i want a quesadilla, but you're sleeping, but i want one so bad-"
"-i'll go make one. just-" eddie holds his hands out. "relax, baby. don't stress yourself." he's still getting used to the hormones, the absolute swings in mood.
he makes it, brings it to you with a glass of water. eddie thinks everythings fine, still half asleep, laying back down. he hears a huff of irritation, eyes opening. "what?"
"this doesn't taste like how you normally make it." you frown.
eddie swallows his own grunting huff of irritation. "well, it is, baby. same way."
your lip wobbles but nose scrunches in anger. "i told you i felt bad that you had to make it! it's just what the baby- your baby was craving!"
eddie's blinking bc what the actual fuck??? "i know, that's why i made it-"
"-yeah but you- you made it and you're mad and i can taste it!" you wail, pressing your palms into your eyes. "you didn't make it with love! now the baby is eating something not made with love!"
eddie's not really sure what the fuck is going on. so he just hugs you instead, tries to soothe you because he feels like he might be having an out of body experience lol.
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AITA for throwing away a birthday gift my friend got me because of who they are hanging out with?
I (now 19f) had a birthday a few weeks back. My friend Jane (20f) had gotten me a gift but hadn't been able to give it to me yet. Jane posted on her story that she was eating dinner with Alice (I think 25f?).
For this to make sense and so I dont get a ton of INFO comments, let me go into detail about Alice.
Alice used to be someone I went to for advice. She helped me with school, she gave me advice on crushes, was just overall like a big sister to me. When I was 10 I know my mother trusted her enough to have her babysit me (the thing with Alice is she has always been so mature, literally everyone has always thought she was older then she was which is why I dont know for sure if she is 25). I thought she would always be a good sister-like figure in my life.
However, I got in a relationship with Mark and it was like all hell broke loose. Mark says she is jealous because they used to have a thing (everyone thought they were together but they claimed they never were, Mark says she liked him but he turned her down but had fun flirting at the time). Alice told me she was concerned because of the age difference, which made no sense to me because she talked to someone who was 10 years older then her when she was 21/22. Alice also made negative comments about Mark that were extremely rude.
It really felt like Alice was trying to break me and Mark up! Mark is older than Alice and said that she always has done this when he dates anyone and thats why he hasn't dated much (the last girl he dated was Alice's friend and they stopped being friend's after they had broken up, I remember this because Alice was upset her friend made her choose between them or Mark when Alice had been friends with Mark since she was a very young kid).
We didn't invite Alice to the wedding because she didn't like our relationship (why would I want you there to celebrate if you don't even care for us?). We also didn't invite her because Alice and Mark stopped being friends for a year or two before we got together and it would have been awkward for Mark. I told Jane that I didn't want to hang out with Alice and encouraged Jane not to as well.
And I thought Jane hadn't, but now I see she still is. Jane said that Alice isn't a bad person and just because I'm not friends with her doesn't mean she plans on stopping. Jane told me that Alice still cares for me and if I wanted to talk to her I could, but I don't want to. Jane went on and we started arguing, and I dont remember what all was said by us, but then she cursed me out. In response, I threw the still wrapped gift in the trash.
Jane isnt talking to me anymore. Mark says its probably a good thing since she wasn't a good friend. At the time I felt justified but there's a pit in my stomach and I wonder if I went a bit too far? AITA?
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