#ANYWAYS leave that guy alone he’s just 18 he’s a teen

[michaelnotholden]

Yall better stfu abt michaels "hotness" im genuinely going to rip my eyeballs out!!!

SURE yes i find Michael very attractive and hot. He has an amazing personality and he’s a good looking guy! BUT IF ONE MORE MF SAYS "he better not be ugly" IM GOING TO SCREAM. He’s not even supposed to be “hot” he’s just an average British white dude.

[cameronluvr]

BABY TRAPPED — dark!rafe x fem reader

summary: rafe purposely gets you pregnant against your own will after you choose the pogues instead of him.

warnings: 18+ !!, DUBCON, forced pregnancy, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, dark!rafe, arguing, fighting, choking, SMUT, fingering, slapping, unprotected sex (p in v) forced sex, jealous!rafe, kinda stalker!rafe, kidnapping(?), creampie, teen pregnancy. (lmk if anymore!)

: ̗̀➛ 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ PART 2

you had been at john b’s chateau for most of the day hanging out with your friends, but you’d promised your parents you’d be home before midnight. looking at the time on your phone, you noticed it was 11:13 pm.

you’d been drinking a little bit, and so had your friends, so driving home wasn’t an option. “guys, i’m gonna need to leave soon” you say over the mild volume of music playing.

“why?” kiara asks. “my parents told me i had to be home before 12. they’re kinda worried about me because of the whole.. you know.. rafe thing” you reply.

over the past few weeks you’d been going through a rough breakup with rafe. you couldn’t handle him anymore. his anger, his jealousy, his everything. he was no good for you anymore, and with the whole rafe vs pogues situation, you had to pick a side. your boyfriend or your best friends.

you had to pick your friends. there was no other choice, no other way out. rafe had tormented your friends for months. he pulled his gun on them, he beat them up, he attempted to kill kiara and his own sister sarah. and he almost killed you.

you’d lost track of how many fights you had with him, how many times he hit you and you hit him back. the screaming wars you’d have always ended up with him choking you or slapping you, and ward having to physically pull him away from you.

you just couldn’t put up with him anymore. he was manipulative, toxic, and most of all abusive. your friends knew about all of this, and tried so hard to get you away from him, but you couldn’t escape from him. he’d always convince you otherwise, guilt trip you, lie to you, twist your words…

“ya’ want me to walk you home?” jj asks, sitting beside you, smoking his blunt. you think about it for a second, but decline his offer. “thanks, but i’m okay, really. i’ll be fine” you nod and smile. “you sure?” sarah asks from across the room as they all practically look at you as if you were crazy. rafe was crazy, and if he saw you alone, only god knows what he would do…

“yeah, i’m good. i think i need to be alone anyway. take a nice walk by myself” you shrug. you hadn’t really had much alone time in months, considering you had a boyfriend glued to your hip out of distrust.

“okay, well, please call us if you need us, m’kay?” sarah says, walking over to you to hug you. she’s worried for you the most, you’re her best friend and her own brother is ruining your life. “i will, promise” you smile, standing up to hug her tightly.

“love you, y/n” kiara says with a smile as you walk out the door, saying bye to them all. you blow a kiss to kie before shutting the door behind you. they all know you’re going through a tough time, so they’re trying their best to be there for you and look out for you. they all love you.

walking home now, you stroll down the dark, long road ahead, with nothing surrounding you but tall trees and dim streetlights. no people, no lit-up houses, just dark and quiet streets with people in bed.

you walk for ten more minutes before you hear a car approaching from behind you. you give it no thought though, not wanting to worry yourself. the car gets closer, as if it were going to drive straight past you, but suddenly, you hear the car slowing down and eventually stopping right next to you. you don’t want to look, but you have to.

your heart sank into your chest when you noticed rafe’s black range rover, right as the window rolled down. it was rafe. “y/n get in.” his tone demanding and angry. “no, leave me alone.” you quickly turn around, power walking away. however, he only follows you. he slowly drives, following you, speeding up and slowing down whenever you do.

“y/n just get in i wanna talk” he says out the window, resting his arm on it as he watches you, attempting to talk to you. “rafe, leave me the fuck alone.” your voice gets louder, but you’re not yelling, yet. “save yourself the hassle and get in for fuck’s sake” he says, getting more frustrated by the second.

“no” you say, not looking in his direction at all. “oh my god” he says, sighing before putting the car in park and getting out. “no, go away!” you say, attempting to run but he grabs you before you can. you thrash around in his arms before he picks you up and drags you to his car.

“put me down!” you yell at him, trying to fight him but he is much stronger than you are. he opens the passenger door, shoving you inside before quickly getting in the drivers seat and locking the doors.

“what the fuck are you d—” you scream at him before his hand roughly covers your mouth, shutting you up. “i just wanted to talk, but you always have to make it hard, don’t you?” he says, eventually letting go of your mouth and seeing a mark left over from how tight his grip was.

“i don’t want to fucking talk! you yell as he rolls the windows all the way up so nobody can hear you fussing. “i don’t care. who the fuck do you think you are?” he yells at you, making you flinch. “what?” your eyebrows furrow.

“choosing those fucking trash pogues over me. are you serious? dumping me for them?” he argues. you’ve had this argument with him plenty of times, he seems to not be able to let it go. or let you go. “rafe. i didn’t want to be your girlfriend anymore, okay? you’re abusive, you’re mean, you’re—” you say, only to be cut off by his laughter. “abusive? for wanting to protect you? for wanting the best for you? right” he squints his eyes. “wanting the best for me? are you serious? you’ve done nothing but hurt me, and hurt my friends, including your own sister, by the way!” you argue, but he scoffs and tuts, as if they were nothing.

“because i told you so many fucking times to stay away from them, didn’t i?” he screams in your face, watching as you flinch with fear. “yeah, you did, but they are my friends, rafe, sarah is my best friend and you tried to kill her? she’s your fucking sister you should love her more than you love me” you say, voice getting higher out of frustration for him. how can he be so naive and cruel?

“her? she’s no sister of mine. that bitch has always been against me” he scoffs, speaking so lowly of his own little sister. “no she hasn’t, rafe!” you try to tell him, but every word that comes out of your mouth is a lie according to his delusions.

“right, whatever.” he rolls his eyes at you and your ‘lies’, but he just doesn’t want to accept the truth. he’s the problem, he turned everyone against himself. “i love you, yeah? i never stopped” he suddenly says, looking at you.

“well i have.” you say, but hearing those words were gut wrenching to him. you crossed the line. he unexpectedly and quickly reaches over, grabbing you by the throat and squeezing his fingers.

“i never wanna hurt you, y/n. you make me do it. i want to love you, but when you’re running off with your little friends behind my back, you make it hard to trust you, yeah?” he explains in his usual manipulative tone.

“rafe…” you force out, feeling as his grip tightens, his nails basically digging into your skin. “can you let me love you like i want to? like i’ve been trying to?” he asks, watching as your face turns redder and redder.

he loves watching you struggle, it was his favorite part of having power over you. it’s like it turns him on to hurt you. “please.. stop…” you struggle to say as he just keeps begging for your love.

“y/n, let me show you how much i really love you. please?” he asks softly, looking at you with adoration as if his own hand isn’t almost causing you to lose consciousness. he was psychotic. “ok.. ok.. yeah.. just let me go” you choke, nodding your head as fast as you can. you didn’t want to agree, but you had to otherwise he wasn’t going to stop.

and who knows what he would’ve done if you had passed out? you’d dread to think. “yeah? atta’ girl. i knew you’d come to terms with me sooner or later” he says, smiling as if he didn’t force the right answer out of you. he lets go of your throat, loving the sound of you gasping for air and regaining your breath.

you wanted to hit him so bad, you wanted to insult him and call him names but most importantly, you didn’t want him to actually kill you. “let’s go somewhere private, hm?” he suggests, like you could say no. you stay silent in his passenger seat, nodding at everything he’s saying, submitting to your fear of him.

he puts the car into gear and begins driving off. he drives five minutes down the road before turning down an off road path which lead to the lake, but he stopped in the secluded path surrounded by more trees, and more darkness.

turning his engine off, he turns to face you. “do you love me?” he asks. you’re terrified to answer. you’d be lying if you said yes, but if you said no, you’d find out. “…yes” you gulp, fearing him deeply. “good girl” he smirks, smelling your fear like a dog could.

he loves it. he loves you being afraid to say something he doesn’t want to hear, that’s the first step to being the perfect girlfriend in his eyes, you always know the right answer.

he turns in his seat to face you, reaching his hand over to your thigh. he rubs it, trailing his hand up and closer to your pussy, but you shift your legs the other way to move his hand away, making him grab your thigh and moving it back to where it was.

“don’t act like you don’t want it. you just said you love me” he leans over, darkly whispering in your ear which sent shivers down your spine. “i.. i do” you lie, not wanting to send him over the edge. he smirks at your words, leaning his head down to your neck to kiss it. you don’t want his touch, but you need it.

“rafe…” you whisper, trying your best not to want it but it’s difficult when he’s kissing your neck and moving his hand up your thigh again, only this time you don’t move your legs when he gets close to your pussy. you’re wearing jeans, so you feel his hand unbuttoning them which made you nervous, but you let it happen anyway.

“what baby?” he whispers, lifting his head from your neck to look at you. “i—” you say, cut off by the feeling of his cold hand slipping into your jeans. you jump at the temperature of his skin, which made him laugh. “come on, just take it” he licks his lips, looking at yours before kissing them. you kiss him back, and eventually start making out with him.

mid kiss, his hand slips into your panties, making you hum a moan. “you like that?” he asks, rubbing circles on your clit before breaking the kiss. “mhm” you hum, but his other hand reaches behind your head and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. “use your words, princess” he tells you, his dark eyes staring into yours. “…yes.” you hesitate to say, but you go along with it for your own safety and his sanity.

“hmm.. good” he smirks, letting go of your hair and kissing you again before his hand slid down your pussy, to your hole. you gasp at his sudden movement, but he chuckles at you. “you’re so wet. i’m always turning you on, huh?” he says, opening his mouth and mocking your gasp.

you chuckle too, wanting him to know you’re on the same page. after seconds of his fingers teasing your hole, he slides two of them into you. you gasp, moaning as his fingers fill you up to his knuckles. “so deep..” you moan, tensing up in your seat at his touch.

but it wasn’t long before he had you stripped off and sitting on his lap with the seat pushed all the way back. “fuck” he moans at the sight of your pretty tits, his hands grabbing your ass cheeks.

“if we do this… will you leave me alone after?” you ask, terrified to say but it needed to be said. “yeah, of course, i promise” he says like it’s nothing, like he didn’t even hear those words come out of your mouth. you were expecting a different reaction, but he had a different plan.

you felt like you had to have sex with him one last time for him to be able to move on from you. or so you thought that’s how it would be. “i love you, but if i need to leave for you to be happy, then i will” he says, almost believably.

but that was a lie.

pulling his boxers off allowed his hard dick to spring out, hitting your leg. you both giggle before starting to make out again, where his hands slid from your ass cheeks to your hips, his fingers twirling the sides of your panties before pulling them down and off your feet.

“ride me, princess” he says, both of your warm areas touching. you nod, lifting yourself up and positioning yourself above his cock before his hands roughly gripped your waist, pulling you to sit down on it.

you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure. “fuuuck” he drags, closing his eyes as he pulled you up and down, choosing the speed and roughness for you. your moans cried out, you didn’t know if it hurt or felt good more.

“i missed you so much. i missed this pussy” he tells you, his hands roaming your naked back as his dick harshly thrusts up into you. “i missed you” you say, knowing you didn’t mean a single word. your horniness and desire to please him took over.

“you’re mine, baby” he tells you, his fingernails digging into your hips, making you cry out. he was so good at pleasing your pussy that you ruled out the pain he caused. “…always” you say, starting to question whether or not he was being honest about leaving you alone.

his pace is rough, he’s fucking you so harshly that you don’t think he’s ever gone this hard on you before. it hurts, but it hurts so good. “ow.. fuck.. rafe” you moan loudly like a porn star. “that’s it, baby” he says, feeling closer and closer to coming each time he thrust up into you.

your legs start to burn and ache, and he can tell by how much your legs are shaking. so he pulls you off of him, and guides you into the back seats where he climbs over after you.

he lays you down on your back, spreading your bodies over the three seats. he positions his cock near your pussy again, before sliding in with no warning. you moan, wrapping your arms around his back and gripping his shoulders. “fuckkk” he moans in your ear, making you much wetter. no matter how much you hate rafe cameron, his moans were your weakness.

the rougher and meaner he got, the more aroused he was. it wasn’t long before he started choking you, and slapping you around. it’s what he does during sex. he loves the power, he loves the dominance he has over you. you allowed it, though, because this was the last time. right?..

minutes later, you you felt him speeding up and becoming more tense, which meant he was gonna finish any second now. you, however, weren’t even close to finishing. it did feel good, but it didn’t change your feelings for him. you can’t come over somebody you hate so much.

“fuck baby.. ‘m gonna cum…” he says, twitching his dick as he empties his load into you. you moan at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up and leaking out after. he slowly pulls out, smirking knowing he’s hiding a huge secret from you.

he snuck into your house a few days ago while you were out with the pogues, and swapped your birth control pills for fake ones. but you had no idea…

it wasn’t until two weeks later when you were throwing up in your toilet, and crying your eyes out when you realized you’d missed your period. “fuck” you say, grabbing an emergency pregnancy test from the cabinet above the sink. you had them hidden in there just in case.

you take the pregnancy test, pacing around your bathroom for five minutes straight, waiting for the results. boom. the alarm you’d set on your phone goes off, five minutes is up. you switch the alarm off and gulp, slowly reaching for the pregnancy test. you pick it up, and gasp when you read the answer.

POSITIVE.

what the fuck are you supposed to do now?…

NOT PROOFREAD. probably some mistakes, but my FIRST smut writing?!?!😩😩 plssssss lmk what y’all think! <333

@cameronluvr

[enwrites]

Summer Lovin' (l.hs) – Part One

pairing: ex childhood friend!heeseung x afab!reader 

warning: 18+ MDNI !! (not really proofread so sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: smut, sexual tension, degradation, fingering, male masturbation, vulgar language, suppressed emotions, asshole!heeseung, very slight basketballplayer!heeseung here, crack, slow burn kinda, jealousy, angst, teen romance, slice of life, you cry a lot, heeseung is very annoying, lots of throwing up is mentioned, enha members (02z & sunoo), aespa members (karina & ningning), mentions of beomgyu txt

synopsis: you and heeseung were super close as kids. being the same age and your parents being best friends, you had no other choice but to be each other’s best friends as well. that was until heeseung’s family moved to another town causing a rift to get in between the both of you. never being able to fully recover from the past, what happens when they move back and old feelings start to emerge? you just knew this was going to be a long summer.

wc: 13.2k words

a/n: part one is officially here!! this was just mainly a build up for the story so i apologize if it's a little lacking. part two will def have more to it and juicier smut so pls bare with me! i still hope part one is still enjoyable <3 happy reading and again, all feedback is appreciated :) (+ lmk if you'd like to be added to my taglist for this fic or my perm!)

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You let out a sigh of content.

Having just graduated, your senior year finally came to an end. Your last summer before college has just started. Bittersweet feelings linger in your heart as you realize your highschool chapter is over. Scrolling through your camera roll, you reminisce on old memories and experiences. Giggling to yourself finding pictures you had thought you forgot about. Most captured you and your three best friends. Karina, Ningning, and Sunoo.

The four of you have done just about everything together and you couldn’t wait to get your summer rolling, especially as Sunoo wouldn’t be joining you guys in college just yet. You cursed at the world, he was just a year younger than you all. It wasn’t like you guys were going to be separated anyways, he was your next door neighbor, his family having moved in right after Heeseung’s family left. 

Heeseung… your mind starts to fill up with childhood memories. You couldn’t help but wonder how he was and what he was doing. You turn your head to the side. There on your nightstand sat a hello kitty framed picture of you and Heeseung at the town’s fair. You picked it up, holding it in your hands as you reminisced on your younger days. The two of you being shy of 12 years old, the summer before he left. The picture showcasing the two of you plastered with huge smiles eating funnel cake. You giggle a bit thinking about the events that occurred that day. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to one specific moment.

For some reason both of your parents allowed you two to ride the ferris wheel alone. Your face falls a bit as you start to remember. You wish things had never changed then maybe Heeseung would still be as close to you… maybe he would’ve kept his promise like he said.

“We’ll wait right here for you guys, okay?” Your mom says, ushering you both to the ferris wheel line. Excited bubbled inside the both of you as you two finally were getting to spend a ride alone without having a parent chaperone. Hearty laughs leave the both of you as you enter the ride, sitting across from one another. The sun was finally setting, leaving a sun kissed color in its path. You knew you’d remember this forever.

“The sky is so pretty Hee!” You excitedly said, taking the disposable camera your parents had bought you out of your little hello kitty purse, capturing the sky from your view. Heeseung watched you with so much adoration. He couldn’t help but smile at your actions, loving every second he spent with you. After getting your little picture, you put the camera back into your bag and turn to look at him, a smile permanently etched onto your face as well. 

“Yeah— just like you,” Heeseung bluntly says, eyes never leaving yours. Your face starts to heat up and you look away from him. You had always had a crush on Heeseung, everyone knew that. Your heart pounds against your chest, you want to throw up everywhere. What you didn’t realize was that everyone also knew how much Heeseung liked you. Your little puppy love could be seen and felt from miles away. “I like you Y/n,” he continues, breaking the tension.

“I like you too Hee–,” he cuts you off. “No I really like you Y/n,” he sternly said, leaning into you. Even being across from one another, you felt suffocated, the ferris wheel capsule was extremely small you noticed. You wanted to run away. this had to be a dream right? 

“I do too Hee,” you whispered back at him. The ride comes to a halt, you were at the very top. Your face red as can be, you were waiting for him to laugh saying this was all a joke. But he didn’t. He leans in even closer and that’s when you felt it. He took your first kiss. Your eyes went wide. For a moment you felt like you were floating amongst the stars. He pulls away, giggling at your reaction as a blush painted his face as well.

“We are going to be together forever Y/n, I promise and I'm going to marry you! And we’re going to have a big house and our very own hamster and even a cat! I know you really love cats but I really want a hamster!” he rambled holding your hands as his eyes never left yours again. Your heart was so full you felt like you were going to explode from joy. At that time, it was you and him against the world. 

Forever you had hoped. Small tears formed as you remember the day he moved. Forever was long gone. You wish the world had helped Heeseung keep his promise. The heart shattering memory played in your head. You have tried for years to forget. But can anyone really forget their first love?

“D-Do you really have to go Hee…,” you choked out as tears fell down your face. Your parents gave you both some time to say goodbye to one another as they packed the last of the Lee’s things into their moving truck. The tears kept falling and falling. He reached his hand to your face, wiping them away. His heart shattered that day, he didn’t think his parents were serious. But slowly things were being packed up until this very day and he knew he had to say goodbye eventually.

“I’m sorry Y/n… I have no choice… please don’t cry,” he says to you, your sobs intensify. It was his time to cry as well, tears fell from his eyes as he watched you, this was never a sight he enjoyed. 

“We’ll call all the time, okay? I’ll make sure we do, remember what I said Y/n! I’m going to marry you!” he choked out. “We’ll be like Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel Y/n… I promise, I’ll make sure my parents let us visit, okay?” he rambled on more. Pulling you into a tight hug, he let you cry on him as he wiped his tears away, holding you one last time. You didn’t know it was going to be the last time. You pull away, wiping away your snot and tears. 

“I-I have something for you,” you stuttered, feeling overwhelmed as you pull out a little charm and a tiny picture of the two of you. Before you could say anything, the two of you were cut off as Heeseung’s mother spoke up, letting you two know they had to leave in a few minutes. Your tears always came rushing back but you held them in. You hand him the picture and a charm. A small smile crept its way to his face. There in your hands was a tiny little hamster charm accompanied by a pocket sized photo of the two of you from the ferris wheel, giggling as he remembered how you guys attempted to try and take photos together with your little camera, hoping the pictures came out well.

“I have a matching one!” you said, pulling out another hamster charm except yours pink and his gray. He pulls you into another tight hug, never wanting it to end. 

“Don’t forget me Hee…,” you sadly uttered, his heart breaking right there and then. How could he forget you? 

“I’ll never forget you Y/n, I mean everything I said!” He pulled you away giving you a stern look. You give him a weak smile, your heart feeling like it was never going to feel better.

“Just promise me Hee,” you softly spoke, sticking your pinky out. “I promise Y/n,” he links his pinky with yours, the two of you pressing your thumbs together, solidifying it. And with that, the two of you make your way to his driveway, as your parents called for the both of you. Your families say their last goodbye, promising to keep in contact and to visit. With one last final hug goodbye, they make their way into the truck. Pulling out of what was once their driveway and onto the road, Heeseung waved goodbye from the window up until the truck was out of sight.

You broke down. Your parents consoling you as your never ending tears kept falling down your face. You never really knew what heartbreak really felt like but you knew for damn sure this had got to be it. There you were, inconsolable as your first love headed away for a new town.

You didn’t realize how badly you were really crying. Puddles of tears trickled all onto the frame you held. No promise was kept as the months went by and your contact slowly started to dwindle. The Lee's getting too busy with business trips and Heeseung making new friends and joining so many after school clubs. The Lee’s never visited since then. Your mother telling you they just had a lot on their plate and that they’d make time eventually. 

That was when the silence came.

Heeseung eventually stopped calling. The fantasy of that little house of yours being taken away by a tornado, forever ripped apart and shattered. The only time you heard or saw anything having to do with him was the year you got gifted your very first phone at the start of freshman year. Your mother had reached out to the Lee’s to give them your phone number. He added you on snapchat from his contacts, never once even starting a conversation with you. You never dared to attempt as well. Too many days had passed and you just couldn’t bring yourself to it. You were just glad to see he was alive and well, even if he never used the app. He never posted anything. Hell, he watched your stories for a week and abandoned the app, never once seeing him appear again.

Before you could get deeper into your thoughts and feelings, there was a knock at your bedroom door. 

“Y/n~ are you up yet? Your mom told me to come up here,” you heard a voice from outside your door speak. Sunoo. You sniffled and wiped all your tears away as best as you could, setting the little frame back to its rightful place beside your bed. “Y-yeah I’m up!” you yelled back, hoping you didn’t look as bad as you thought you did. Sunoo opens your door, taken aback by your red puffy face and eyes. 

“Were you thinking about him again?” He softly asked, joining you in your bed giving you a sad frown. He knew about Heeseung, you practically made his life a living hell the day his family moved in next door yelling nonsense about how he will never be Heeseung. He knew how much he meant to you and oftentimes he’d catch you looking at old photos with tear stained eyes. No matter how many boys you kissed and dated, you just never seemed to be able to move on. He was gonna fix that for you this summer. No more crying over Heeseung. Sunoo was on a mission now.

“Maybe…,” you weakly said followed by a sniffle. You were embarrassed to say the least. You hated how he had this effect on you. No matter how many boys you’ve been with, Heeseung was over there in the back of your mind. Even the time you lost your virginity to the school’s hottest boy Beomgyu, you couldn’t help but secretly wish it was always Heeseung. It was sickening and you knew he didn’t care for you anymore but for some reason you couldn't get him out of your head. You tried your best to suppress your feelings but you knew it was always going to be there. 

Sunoo groaned, throwing his head back, tired of seeing you this way. He hated seeing you sad and he especially hated seeing you hung up over some boy you liked as a kid. You were grown now and he was going to make you get out there and forget about Heeseung. 

“Y/n this is your last summer before college, we have got to get some new eye candy,” Sunoo says into your face, shaking you dramatically. “You have got to get over this dude Y/n! It’s been five years! YOU WERE A KID,” He exclaims, rolling his eyes. You sighed, hanging your head low. Sunoo had a point. You have got to try harder.

“You’re right…,” you let out. Putting his hand on his chest with a shocked expression plastered onto his face, he looked at you with his mouth hung open. No way you were finally agreeing with him on this matter.

“I’m gonna take this as a sign to completely come to the conclusion that we will never see each other again,” you glumly uttered. Yes your heart hurt but it was simply the truth. He ghosted you the year after he moved. You needed to get him out of your head once and for all. 

“Well… let’s start with that picture right there,” Sunoo points to the frame beside your bed. You frown. You shook your head a little, reaching over to the frame and just setting it faced down. Baby steps you told yourself. Sunoo lets out an exhausted sigh. Some things he just needed to be more patient with.

“I’ll let you pass with that one for now, now get your butt up and go get changed and ready! If you haven’t seen what Rina said in the chat, she wants to go downtown to shop and eat! So let’s get up! They’re waiting!” It was your turn to groan as he ripped your blanket off of you and dragged you out of your bed, literally.

You were ready to finally get rid of Heeseung. For good.

“Finally you’re here!” you heard a familiar voice shout as you walked into the designated brunch spot you frequented. You spotted your friend Karina waving for your attention next to Ningning. You and Sunoo make your way over, sitting across from the two. “Took you two long enough! I’m starving,” Ningning muttered, picking up the menu to flip through.

“Sorry! We could’ve come sooner but someone had a problem starting with Hee and ending with Seung,” Sunoo said to them. They both gave you a small eye roll. 

“Y/n you have got to get over him,” Karina said, looking down at the menu in her hand. “It’s been literal years babe,” she added.

“Yeah, I still can’t believe you turned down Beomgyu, he was literally in love with you after you both… you know,” Ningning trailed on. You cringe at the memory. Just after losing your virginity to him, Beomgyu started to get clingy real fast, constantly texting you every second of the day, walking you to all of your classes, wanting to be with you even after school, giving you zero time to yourself. Of course you were fine with those things as you were interested in him at first too. But every single day? You couldn’t take it any longer. It was exhausting the way he love-bombed you. 

“Yeah why did you ever end it with him anyways,” Sunoo spoke up, not remembering the details. 

“Because, he was creepy and weird and even if the sex was good, I felt suffocated, PLUS he said Hello Kitty was stupid…,” you said, reminding them, your cheeks turning red from embarrassment as you admitted the last part. No one was gonna hate Hello Kitty and get away with it.

“You are something else…,” Karina said back, shaking her head. They knew how much Hello Kitty meant to you and that was surely something they did not wanna mess with. Before anyone else could speak, the waitress came by to take your order. This was going to be a long day. You ordered a creme brûlée french toast and a caramel iced coffee. Heeseung loved french toast too, you remembered. 

Boy was this going to be a long summer for you.

“Anywaysss, this summer is project “hot girl summer” for miss Y/n over here,” Sunoo breaks the ice. You roll your eyes as a smile crept onto your face. You couldn’t help but feel immense happiness, thinking about how your friends cared for your well being. You felt so lucky that the world had brought the four of you together. They were your entire world. You probably wouldn’t have made it this far if it weren’t for them. 

“Good because I wanna head to the mall and get some new clothes. Perfect timing! We have got to get you sexier things to wear!” Ningning exclaims excitedly. Something inside of you couldn’t help but get a bit excited. You were ready for a change and you were ready to get rid of Heeseung once and for all.

But you couldn’t help but feel as if something bad were going to happen.

You shake the thought off and you engage into whatever conversation your friends are having, laughing your heart away. You had to make this last summer count.  

After about what seems to be almost an hour and a half, you and your friends head to the mall. Thankfully, everything downtown was in walking distance so you didn’t have to worry about Sunoo having to find parking once more.

Walking into the mall, you guys entered the first clothing store you saw.

“First of all, we gotta get you some lingerie or something, you cannot keep wearing all of those Hello Kitty underwear you have,” Karina judgingly said. 

“Heyyy! They’re cute,” you offendly spit back with a pout. “Again, surprised Beomgyu even gave you some dick after seeing— OUCH!” Ningning yelps in pain as you smack her arm. She rubs the inflicted area, trying to soothe herself. 

“Yeah you cannot expect to get laid like that anymo— OW!” you smacked Sunoo next before he could say anymore. Without realizing, Karina was already filling up a little basket full of matching sets for you. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Were your Hello Kitty underwear really that bad? Your thoughts were disrupted by Sunoo as he called for your name, holding up a few mini skirts. 

“Try these on right now,” he said, pushing the skirts into your hands as Ningning followed suit with some tops and dresses. Already pushing you into the nearest dressing room, they demanded a fashion show. Meanwhile, Karina was hand picking the best lingerie she could find for you, making her way to the checkout, keeping her selections a surprise. Your friends were insane people.

Finally, from hours spent in the mall, you guys were ready to make your way home. The sun was finally setting as you four walked back into the direction of the restaurant your day had started at. With your hands full of bags, you swore you’re never going to spend this much money in one go again. “It was for a good cause,” you hear Ningning's earlier statement fill your mind. 

Was this really going to help? You couldn’t help but feel doubts within you as the thought of Heeseung came crawling back into your head.

The sunset was the same sunkissed colors of red and pink that day you shared at the fair. This was getting pathetic. He doesn’t care about you anymore. 

“Alright, we’re here, thank you guys for helping me with this case,” Sunoo spoke up, opening his trunk to put your bags away. Karina and Ningning smile at you, giggles escaping everyone’s mouths as you all take in the moment. It was days like this you all appreciated each other more.

“No worries, plus I cannot wait for you to see the lingerie, you’re gonna love them!” Karina excitedly squeals, pulling you into a tight hug. She leans into your ear whispering “send pics,” pulling away and giving you a sly wink. Hitting her shoulder, you shake your head with a toothy smile. 

You guys say your last goodbyes as Karina and Ningning make their way to Karina’s car, you and Sunoo pull away, making your way back home. Man was it convenient for him as he lived right next to you. 

“By the way, my mom just texted and asked if you wanted to stay for dinner tonight, she said there are surprise guests?” you asked puzzled. “What is Ice Spice going to be there or something?” Sunoo asks back laughing. You joined in. “Actually, she won’t tell me who it is so we’ll see… so are you down for dinner?” you asked again.

“Sorry not tonight, I already agreed to have dinner with my grandparents today,” Sunoo replied back. You were bummed as meeting new people always made you anxious. “But I’m free other than that so tomorrow we can do something again?” He asks. You nod your head telling him it was okay.

As you guys turn down onto your street, a boy on a bike passes by, catching your eye as he looks at you for a second, riding past Sunoo’s car. There was something oddly so familiar about him. 

“Woah, cute guy… never seen him before, hope we see him again, maybe he could give you some action,” Sunoo piped up as he pulled into his driveway. You smacked his shoulder earning a dramatic yelp from him.

“Yeah… let’s see,” you said back, rolling your eyes as Sunoo helped you gather your things, walking you across the lawn to your house. He gives you a little hug and tells you to tell your parents he said “hi” before making his way back to his house. You opened your door and was immediately met with laughter and some distinctly familiar voices. Yet your head couldn’t quite pinpoint it. The door opening catches the attention of your mother.

“Y/n? Is that you? Hurry in!” she shouts from the kitchen, sounding a bit impatient. “Hold on! I have to bring things upstairs real quick, I’ll be back down!” you shouted back and ran upstairs. Walking into your room, you threw all of your bags into your closet, making a mental note to put them all away later and to try on the things Karina picked out for you. Without a second thought, you ran back down, curious as to who your mother was talking about. 

Heading towards the kitchen, your steps come to a halt.

Were you hallucinating or were Mr. and Mrs. Lee standing right before you? 

“Oh my Y/n— you’ve gotten so grown up and beautiful, I may just cry! Come give me a hug!” Mrs. Lee spoke up, one hand covering her mouth to hold back tears and the other extended to pull you into a hug. “It’s been so long, how have you been Y/n?” Mr. Lee asks you, it was his turn to pull you into a hug. Still stunned, you thought this was a dream. This had to be some sick and twisted dream. 

“I’ve been okay, you know… just graduated and stuff,” you shyly said, suddenly getting anxious. Does this mean Heeseung was here too?

“Yes! We are so sorry for not staying in touch, oh how we wish so much to have stayed here but Mr. Lee’s new job required so much traveling!” Mrs. Lee spoke up, sadness filled her tone. 

“Oh no worries, life happens, it’s wonderful to see you guys, are you two just visiting?” you asked, taking a seat at the dining table, looking at them. They had visually aged but they were still the same sweet couple you remember them to be. 

“There’s something we have to tell you guys actually…,” Mrs. Lee trailed on, a sheepish smile on her face. She looked at her husband and looked back at us. “You tell them honey!” she excitedly demanded, seeming a bit giddy. Mr. Lee gives a gummy smile.

“We moved back into the neighborhood!” He shouts. Your parents both let out an “oh my god” as everyone was shockingly surprised. Your father getting excited that his cooking buddy was back and your mother getting excited now that she has someone other than you to gossip about the neighborhood. 

“Oh my god, that’s so fun! What made you guys come back?” you asked, your interest piqued as you genuinely wanted to know. It’s been five or so years since they last moved. 

“Well, Heeseung actually got into a college here, so we decided to move back and settle,” Mrs. Lee said. “Hmm what was the school name again?” she turns to her husband and asks.

“Decelis University honey, you’re always forgetting,” he laughs. 

Your heart fell to your ass. Your mouth hung open, a visible reaction of surprise shown on your face. No way this was real… you had to be dreaming. Before you can speak up, your father beats you to it.

“Oh? That’s where Y/n is going! That’s so exciting, you hear that Y/n? You and Heeseung can be friends again!” your father joyfully claimed. “Speaking of Heeseung, where is the boy?” your mother asks. 

“He should be here soon, he went on a bike ride before we left to see if anything changed around here. I’m sure he remembers where the house is!” Mrs. Lee speaks up. Bike… riding?

Oh no.

The realization comes crashing down onto you, you already have seen Heeseung. You wanted to throw up right there and then, this could not be happening right now. All of your emotions start rushing back to you as you excuse yourself to leave. Your mother sees your discomfort and follows you out of the kitchen a few minutes later. You make your way out heading towards your room, needing to sit down. Taking deep breaths in and out, your heart felt like it was going to collapse any moment. Your tears come flooding back the same they did this morning. Your breathing increases and you start to hyperventilate.

Was that really him? This can’t be happening, not right now.

Your heart felt as if someone just ripped it out of your chest and through it into oncoming traffic. No matter how much you wipe your tears away, they just keep coming back. Your head shoots up. There was a soft knock at your door. Your mother opens it, a weak smile showcasing on her face. She shuts the door softly, taking small steps towards you.

Your mother had always known how much you liked Heeseung. Your father always thought it was just mere puppy love, thinking you’d move on eventually. I mean who wouldn’t have? You two were only just kids. But your mother knew better. She always did.

The following days after the Lee's departure, she remembered having to hold you in her arms for hours as you hysterically cried thinking about the boy. The following months after, she knew you were still affected despite you telling her you were okay. She’d always occasionally catch you crying, hearing faint sounds of sniffles coming from your room. She always made sure to make your favorite desserts or meals to cheer you up, subtly letting you know she was always here for you. You knew you always worried her so you tried your best to suppress the feelings. But moms know best.

Sitting down on your bed next to you, she wraps her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a tight hug. You lean your head onto her shoulder as your tears continuously stream down your face. Leaning her chin on top of your head, she hums into your hair to calm you down just a bit. 

“Hey baby, it’s going to be okay, I promise… do you want me to tell the Lee’s an excuse so that they can go home? We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready yet,” she softly said in an almost whisper-like tone as she rocked you a little from side to side. You shook your head. You knew you had to face him one way or another, you mind as well get it over with. 

“I-I’m okay…,” you hiccuped trailing off. She laughs a little. “Are you sure? I can really make an excu–,” cutting her off you chuckle, wiping your snot filled face and tears away. Your mother was always like this. She was always willing to do whatever it took to make you feel at ease. You couldn’t have been more thankful for having such a wonderful mother in your life. 

“Sunoo said it was “mission forget about Heeseung” summer, so that’s what I'm gonna do,” you let out, untangling yourself from your mother’s arm, sitting back up. You wipe off the non existent dust off your skirt, hoping your mother would understand. She lets out a heavy sigh.

“If this is what you want, you know I’m always going to support you and whatever you choose to do– but I will be checking on you even more than usual, got it?” she sternly ends, squinting her eyes at you as she gives you a harsh point almost scolding you a bit. You both break out into a fit of laughter. 

“Well, whenever you’re ready to come back down, the Lee’s will be joining us for dinner tonight– if that’s oka–,” you cut her off once more. “Mom, it's okay!” you dramatically sighed. “Heeseung is nothing to me now! I just threw him out the window in my mind,” you giggle picturing the scene. Your mother shakes her head, a huge smile plastered on her face listening to your silly thoughts.

“Whatever you say Y/n~ The boy should be here soon, so get cleaned up and make sure you look good! Show him what he’s been missing out on!” She excitedly lets out, giving you a kiss on the cheek. She heads to your door, but before leaving she turns her head back giving you a sly wink, then shutting the door. Her footsteps slowly disappear in sound as she goes down the stairs. You stand up, walking towards your vanity. Sitting on the seat in front of the mirror, you sighed heavily. 

You looked insane. Eyeliner everywhere and your hair a mess. You put on a smile as you get on to working on your makeup once again. Fixing your wings and making sure to add your touch of glitter, you finish off with a clear gloss on your lips. You brush your hair out, making sure it was neat enough and definitely didn’t look like you were just crying your heart out. Thankfully, your oh so dear best friend Kim Sunoo, bought you some eye drops not too long ago, making sure you never walk out with red eyes ever. He knew the amount you cried no matter how much you tried to defend yourself. Some day you knew it’d come in handy.

Well today was the day that’s for sure. 

You grab the eye drops, squeezing a few drops into both eyes, carefully blinking them in, hoping they wouldn’t mess your eyeliner up. You set it down, looking once more into the mirror for a final check. To your surprise, your face didn’t look as puffy as you thought it was. Thank you for the wonders of makeup. Satisfied with how you look, you walk to your closet, standing in front of your full length mirror beside it. You check yourself out, taking note that your outfit seemed cute enough already. 

You had on a sort of short light purple pleated skirt, paired with a simple black corset crop top and sheer thigh high stockings. Was this too much? Again, Sunoo did help you pick the outfit out earlier as, in his words, this makes you look “sexy yet cute” and will “attract all the single boys in our area.” Feeling the need to cover up just a tad bit more, you open your closet to grab an oversized, cropped, black cardigan to wear over your top. That should be enough. Giving yourself one last look, you walk out of your bedroom door, happily humming to yourself as you skip down the stairs, going back to where your parents and the Lee’s were. Catching the attention of both sets of parents, they all looked at you as you stood at the kitchen doorway. You give a tiny wave, an awkward smile on your face. You walk to the dining table, pulling a seat out to sit next to your mother. Mrs. Lee catches your attention.

“Oh Y/n sweetie, are you okay? Your mother says you weren’t feeling too well,” she concernedly asked you. A chuckle leaves your lips. 

“Don’t worry Mrs. Lee, I’m okay! Just something going on with my friends,” you lied, smiling back. Your parents definitely knew you were lying and Mrs. Lee couldn’t help but wonder if her own suspicions were true as well. Deep down, she knew how much your friendship with her own son meant to you. She also couldn’t help but feel guilty for how you both drifted apart, always thinking she should’ve convinced her husband to stay in this neighborhood a little harder. “Well, Heeseung should be here any minute now, food’s about done.”

You take a deep breath in, mentally preparing yourself. Maybe you weren’t ready for this. It was a little too late now though… plus you didn’t wanna ruin your parents excitement having their close friends back in town. You loved your parents and there was nothing more you wanted but to see them happy as well, no matter how much you were hurting inside. But man did you have a lot to tell your friends later. Your deep thoughts are soon broken as your dad speaks up.

“Oh Y/n! The Lee’s wanted to know if you wanted to come to their house this weekend for a barbeque party?” You nervously giggle as you weren’t really sure what to say. “You can invite your friends as well! Your parents have told us how close you were with the Kim’s son next door,” Mrs. Lee speaks up. Your palms start to clam up and your heart starts racing. 

“Y-Yeah… sure I’d be happy to go, I’ll let my friends know! Thank you,” you shakily let out. Both of the Lee’s nod as your mom gives a single happy clap, filled with immense joy. “Perfect! And you’ll make your famous tiramisu right?” your mother grins, nudging you with her elbow. Shaking your head with a grin, you couldn’t help but agree. “Ooh Y/n you make sweets now? You’ve always had such a big sweet tooth,” Mrs. Lee said. 

“Oh she sure does, wait till you try some of her macarons!” your mother exclaims dramatically, slamming her palm onto the table for a little smack sound effect. The two women get up filled with laughter, as they start to help prepare the table for dinner. “Do you guys need any help?” you asked, getting up from your seat.

The doorbell rings, catching everyone’s attention. “Y/n dear, could you grab the door? That should be Heeseung,” Mrs. Lee sweetly spoke up, hands filled with plates and utensils. “Uh… yeah… sure,” you sighed out, heart pounding against your chest. You definitely really weren’t ready for this. Again, that same bubbling feeling started to rise, you swear you were about to throw up right there all over the dinner that was being set onto the table. Surely this couldn’t be bad– right?

Making your way out the kitchen, you softly walked to the door. Your steps suddenly feel like you're walking on a floor full of hot lava. You oh so desperately wished you could just disappear into thin air right now. Please world, let you spontaneously combust with no trace of your well-being. As your body trembles a bit, you take in a deep breath as you shakily reach for the door, unlocking the lock and twisting the knob. That french toast from earlier fighting the urge to regurgitate right onto your floor. You pull the door open, confirming the sight you saw earlier from Sunoo’s car. 

Lee Heeseung in the flesh. 

Exactly how you saw him earlier in the day, clad in his gray hoodie and black jeans, bike leaning on the side of your porch. He tucks his phone back into his pocket, looking up to see who was appearing before him. The two of you lock eyes. He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance. He surely looked different, you thought. He no longer wore his glasses, his face was heavenly defined, and he grew to insane heights, towering over you. He had to be at least six foot tall you thought… yeah he was huge. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach, you were sure that you were attracted to him. You swear you could just faint any minute now. Without a care or a single word being spoken, he pushes past you, making his way into your house and into your kitchen.

What the fuck? 

Taken aback, you close the front door, locking it behind you. A frown worn on your face as you try to take in what just happened. Following not too far behind him, you hear your parents excitedly yell his name. Appearing before you in the kitchen, you see him giving your parents both a hug, a small smile plastered onto his face. He wasn’t being serious right? It felt as if he was trying his hardest to ignore your presence. You held back your disappointment as tears desperately wanted to fall from your eyes. This effect he had on you was pathetic.

Now feeling offended as you watch them all engage in conversation, you make your way back to your seat at the dining table. You let out a huff, just waiting for this day to come to an end. Aside from his shitty attitude, you couldn’t help but think about the way he surely did grow into all of his features. Though he sported the same black hair he has always had, you couldn’t help but think how cute and fluffy it still looked, or the way his doe-like eyes still sparkled when you looked at them. 

Well to you they still sparkled.

You also couldn’t help but think about how it’d feel like to have him enclosing you against the wall, towering over you or picturing yourself sitting on his lap as he held you with his big hands, making out with you. You squeeze your thighs together, naughty things fill your mind as a blush crept onto your cheeks. 

What was wrong with you? Why were these thoughts filling up your mind? Before getting a little too flustered, you were brought back into reality as the chair across from you was being pulled out to be sat on. You look up, there Heeseung took a seat. He catches your eyes again, an uninterested look on his face. You simply look away. His aura felt suffocating. He was making you feel so small in your own home. It was sickening.

But man was the so fucking hot. Puberty had done him well that’s for sure. Your mothers sensed awkward tension between the two of you as they brought the food out to be set. Your fathers take their seats at both ends. Your mother takes a seat next to you and his mother next to him. Pouring yourself a glass of water from the pitcher your moms had prepared for the table, your throat feeling drier than ever, you gulp down nearly half of your cup. As you all settle in a bit, you start to dig into your meal. Silence fell upon the table as you all took a moment to eat a bit. 

The silence almost made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Mr. Lee clears his throat. “Heeseung, guess what?” he asks his son in a joyful tune. Heeseung cocks his eyebrow, looking at his father as he takes another bite of his food. Mr. Lee grins, looking at you and back at Heeseung. “Y/n is also going to Decelis University, isn’t that so fun?”

Your cheeks start to heat up as you awkwardly take another sip of your water. Heeseung looks at you. You could feel his stare burning into his skin. 

Why was he being like this?

“What are you studying?” he asked, tone seemingly uninterested as if he was forcing himself to speak with you. Yet that didn’t stop the butterflies from filling up in your stomach. You had missed his voice. His voice, now deeper than it was before, runs through body. Your body trembles just a tiny bit. To you he seemed bored yet that was not going to stop your heart from doing olympic flips inside of your chest. “Um, psychology…,” you trailed awkwardly, playing with the food on your plate. He nods, more immersed into his food than he was in you. 

Maybe people do change… maybe he really didn’t care for you anymore. You purse your lips into a flat line, frustrated at how things were going. Maybe you really did need to forget about him. 

“Well Heeseung just got his very own car! I’m sure he’d love to drive you to school as well,” Mrs. Lee spoke up, trying her best to defuse the tension. “Mom,” Heeseung whines, disappointed in his tone. She gives him a stern look. The younger boy sighs annoyedly. His mother always forced him to do things he never wanted to do in the first place. 

“I-It’s okay really, I’m fine taking the bus when the time comes, trust me, he doesn’t have to,” you shakily let out. Yet again, you felt as if you were going to throw up all over this table. “No he will Y/n, don’t worry, I’ll make sure of it,” Mrs. Lee smiles at you. Heeseung rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed at his mother for offering his services. You awkwardly pick at your food, as the parents started up a completely new conversion amongst themselves.

Stealing peaks at Heeseung every so often, you wondered why he was being so weird. Did he not miss you this entire time? Were you really that forgettable to him? You frown to yourself, finishing what was left on your plate, not realizing how fast everyone had eaten. You get up from your seat, giving a helping hand as you start to clear the table for everyone and making your way to the sink. Finally, away from the view of the table, you set the dirty dishes down. 

You let out a deep shaky sigh. Tears slowly well up in your eyes once more. You tilt your head up towards the ceiling, trying your best to hold them back. You hated that you were such a big cry baby. You decide to start on the dishes, giving your mother a little helping hand, trying your hardest to think positive thoughts.

Back at the dining table away from your line of hearing, your mother speaks up, catching Heeseung’s attention. “Heeseung, you really have gotten so tall and handsome!” she expressed in awe. “Can’t you believe Y/n used to be a little taller than you back in the day? Now look at her! So short,” finishing her statement, she covers her mouth as she laughs, the other parents at the table join in. 

Heeseung simply chuckles back. You were very small, it was almost as if you barely grew in height the last he saw you. If Heeseung was being honest, you caught him off guard. You looked completely different. Your hair is longer, your curves grew in, and even the way you dressed surprised him. Heeseung didn’t mean to ignore you, he really didn’t. He was afraid he’d stutter and embarrass himself. 

You probably hated him anyway. So he made the conscious decision to make it seem like he just didn’t care. You surely had new friends now. But the thought of you, was driving him a little insane. That wasn’t the same Y/n, was it? He kept sneaking peeks at you like a kid having his very first crush. Well you actually were his very first love. For some reason, you were making him feel a bit hot and bothered. He needed to get away from you, he didn’t even think his parents would even move back to this place. He wanted to forget about you. There was no way you still felt the same after so many years. 

It was his fault anyways that you both stopped speaking. He couldn’t forgive himself and he figured it was best to keep you out of sight and out of mind, embarrassed and nervous thinking of the way he must’ve made you feel. It’s been so long, it wasn’t like you cared–  right?

Seeing you today just made him want to jump all over you. The nerve of you to wear that little skirt… Did you know his favorite color was purple? The moment he saw you, impure thoughts filled his mind. Thoughts and images in his head of you, bent over the table with your little skirt, all for him. He knew it was you he saw in that car with that boy.

Who the hell was that guy anyways? There was no way you wanted anything to do with him… you had already replaced him. For all he knew, that guy could’ve been your boyfriend. He needed to put an end to these thoughts. The two of you were no longer friends and here he was thinking about you in compromising ways. He felt like a creep. He felt himself getting a little too excited in hopes that maybe, just maybe, you were the bigger person and would look past his nonsense and maybe talk to him. He missed you, he always has.

But he was the one that ghosted you and he couldn’t forgive himself for what he ruined and he knew there was no hope of rekindling what was once there. It seemed like you had a boyfriend anyways and the thought of that just sours his mood. For some reason, it just made him all the angrier. He wanted to just kiss you in front of everyone to let the world know you were his girl first to begin with. Deep in thought, he hadn’t realized you were already back until he saw his empty dinner plate being carried away by his mother. 

You sat back across from him. He locks his eyes onto you, taking the way you looked in once more. Man did he want to take you right there and then. He felt so filthy thinking about you in such a way surrounded by not only his parents, but yours as well. He shifts a bit in his seat, having to keep in mind that you were already taken. He was always selfish thinking you’d wait for him. To make himself feel worse, the thought of you doing lewd actions to anyone but him, made him feel the need to punch holes through walls. 

Why was he so upset? He couldn’t even bring himself to speak to you normally anyways. 

You felt heavy eyes on you as you sat in your seat, looking up from your lap, your eyes meet Heeseung’s. This was happening way too much for your liking. You look away and back onto your lap, fiddling your fingers together, nervous as to what he was thinking. He looked scary. Your breathing still a bit shaky, you were just counting down the minutes till the Lee’s left. But you knew they’d be here awhile, that was typical of both your families as they loved to linger and talk about nonsense. Your legs shaking nervously, you let out a deep sign, your anxiety getting worse as the time flies by. “Why don’t you show Heeseung to your room and catch up a bit? I’m sure you guys would love to talk amongst yourselves.”

You spin your head at the speed of light to where the voice was coming from. Your father takes a sip of his drink. “Go on, we’ll give you two some space,” he adds on. Shocked, you looked at your mother, hoping she’d save you, but she gave you a little shrug shaking her head. You knew your dad never took your feelings for Heeseung seriously. Taking a mental note to have a stern talk with him later, you stand up from your seat, legs wobbling. “Uh… sure– if it’s okay with you of course,” you hastily spit out, hoping he’d turn you down. 

To your surprise, he stood up from his seat, making his way towards your side. What the fuck was going on. Was he not just ignoring you not too long ago? Your heart pounding against your ribcage, you scurry your way out of the kitchen, Heeseung follows behind.

Heeseung knew where your bedroom was already, your house was still the same aside from minor renovations from the past years. As you lead the way to your room, he couldn’t help but trail his eyes down to your bottom. The thigh highs on your legs not making anything better for what he was going through at the moment either. Walking up the stairs, his eyes catch a glimpse of your underwear… Hello Kitty underwear? He smirked. Maybe some things about you never changed and boy was he right.

When you open the door to your room, he was met with Sanrio galore. Hello Kitty plushies littered your room followed by every possible character that franchise had a hold of. Hell, your bedsheets and bed were splattered with just as much. 

You walked in and sat on your bed, the nerve wracking anxiety eating away at you. You swear you could just jump out of your window right now to escape this. Too deep into your thoughts, you didn’t realize the fact that he closed the door behind him. You were definitely going to throw up sooner or later. 

The tension was awkward and your heart was heavy. What were you supposed to say? 

Lee Heeseung was in your room and he looked extremely hot. 

He takes in your room, it looks completely different. You had taken time to really change things. He scans around and a certain wall catches his eye. There on the wall, littered with many pictures of you and your friends. There he saw you and that same guy he saw you with earlier in so many of the pictures. Why was he always there? It pissed Heeseung off to no end. Old pictures of the two of you nowhere in sight. He was upset to say the least. Did you really hate him that much? His temper starts to get short. What he said next shocked the both of you. 

“Did you really have to dress like a slut for dinner?” he spits, catching even himself off guard. Your head shoots at him, a disgusted expression lay on your face. “What the hell did you just say to me?” You stood up, crossing your arms as you looked at him.

This was not the Heeseung you knew, that's for sure. Your feelings for him were thrown out the window and forgotten. He was being thrown out the window in your head once again. “Did I stutter?” he cocks his eyebrow at you as your face displays offense.

“What the hell is your problem Heeseung,” you bite back, your temper being shortened. You cannot believe this was the same guy you were crying over the entire day. He laughs at your face. “What’s yours? I’m not the one having my ass and tits hanging out for the whole world to see,” he nonchalantly says. Oh he was done for. “You sure have changed.”

He was far too gone to even call whatever he just did some sick joke and make up with you. To him, you looked so cute being all angry at him, it made him a little excited. He wondered how long he could keep this up. Though, he was fighting the urge to just grab you and kiss you right there. But you had a boyfriend, he couldn’t do that. 

You angrily stomp towards him, cornering him against the wall. Harshly jabbing his chest with your finger, you looked up at him, a smug smile plastered onto his face. You wanted to punch his pretty face in. 

“You are so fucking annoying, what do you treat every girl you see this way? Dick too small to get any action, you have to take it out on women?” you spit out at him, venom lacing your voice. One thing you were not going to let men get away with was the way they spoke about women. The sweet Heeseung you once knew, instantly exploding into little pieces in your mind. 

He chuckles. “I’ll have you know, I have a huge dick and probably get more action than you– Ms. Hello Kitty panties,” he smirks at you as you gasped. “You fucking creep!” a loud sound erupted into the room.

You had just smacked him in the face. Heeseung knew he had that coming. You couldn’t believe this was your Heeseung. Someone definitely replaced the Heeseung you knew with a terrible good for nothing clone.

But why were you still so attracted to him?

Heeseung rubs the side of his face that was inflicted. “Can’t handle the truth can you, can’t believe your little boyfriend lets you out looking like that,” he said, rolling his eyes at you. Puzzled, you furrowed your brows together trying to figure out what he meant. Boy… friend? Then it hits you.

Sunoo. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. Heeseung thinks Sunoo is your boyfriend. Forgetting all that just occurred, you pull back and let out the loudest laugh in his face, clutching your stomach. You couldn’t believe he thought Sunoo was your boyfriend. “You really are so stupid,” you said, wiping a tear away. 

Heeseung’s face heats up a bit as he pouts, what could’ve possibly been so funny. “Yeah, my “boyfriend” let’s me out like this, because he’s not actually my boyfriend,” you said with finger quotes on the word boyfriend. Why was he so worked up over Sunoo anyways? 

“Then who is he to you, he’s in all of your pictures,” he crosses his arms at you. You raise an eyebrow, confused as to why he was pressing. “Um, that’s my best friend, he lives in your old house��,” you trailed, feeling a bit awkward bringing up the fact that his old place of residence was now occupied by some boy he knows nothing about.

Heeseung’s eye twitches just a bit, a weird feeling bubbles within him. So you did replace him and better yet, replace him with another boy that lives in his old home. He felt as if you just kicked him in the face. 

“Was I nothing to you? What are you gonna marry him now? I look better anyways,” he disgustingly lets out at you. Was he jealous? You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You were the one that ghosted me, let’s not forget that now,” you said back sternly. The way his eyes darkened at you, made your knees a bit weak. He strides towards you, causing you to walk backwards, the back of your legs hitting your bed as you stumble on, Heeseung towering over you.

Voice dropping as he looked down at you on your bed, he spoke up. “It’s not like it mattered anyways, seems like you were out here dressed like a whore, leading every boy on.” Your eyes meet his, he leans down, you can feel his breath on your face. 

“Bet you wanted me to look at you anyways, I bet you like the attention,” he whispers in your ear. Tingles run through your entire body. Without thought, you squeezed your thighs together to feel a little friction. You were getting turned on. He lingers just a little as he reaches his hand up to hold your chin, making sure you looked him in the eyes. Your breathing increases as you start to realize how close he was to you. This had to be a dream. He inches his face closer to yours, the scent of your strawberry like perfume fills his nose. You have always smelt sweet. It was intoxicating to him. You close your eyes, hoping this wasn’t real. He looks down at your lips before taking a slight breath in. 

His lips landed onto yours. Your eyes widened, not believing this was happening. You quickly close them again, giving into the kiss. He smirks against your lips, deepening the kiss, his hand still holding your face up. He pulls away, pushing you down. You scoot up a bit, as he climbs onto your bed, now hovering over you.

You felt so small under him. Your eyes fluttered as he stared down at you. A wave of embarrassment wash over you as you bring your arm up to cover your face. He pulls your arm away, eyes hungry for you. He leans back down, pulling you into another heated kiss as he puts his knee in between your legs, opening them slightly. The friction catching you off guard, you let out a small moan. His dick twitches, you start to grind a little on his leg. He moves his hand down to caress your side, bringing it up to give your boob a squeeze over your shirt.

You gasped, taken by surprise. He takes the chance to stick his tongue into your mouth, your panties growing wetter by the minute. Mission “forget about Heeseung” was no longer there. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in. Everything felt so hot and fuzzy, you had long forgotten the things he had said earlier. Heeseung pulls away, moving his mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. You squirm under him, trying your hardest to keep quiet. He chuckles.

“We just met again after so long, and you’re really letting me do this to you right now while our parents are downstairs?” he spoke against you, he trails his hand down and in between your legs. “You aren’t really helping your case of being a little slut now– are you?” 

Your face turns red, unable to speak. He was right, you guys had barely said anything to each other and here you are letting him touch you after all the nasty things he said earlier. It was Lee Heeseung after all. The one and only boy who managed to make you feel every and all emotions in this world. Your body easily gave in as if this was what it's been waiting for. 

His fingers stroke the outside of your panties, you were already soaked. He rubs his finger up and down your panties, feeling the dampness as he reaches his other hand up to your corset top, conveniently having a zipper on the front, he unzips your top, your boobs spilling out. “No bra? You really are just a slut.”

At this point, he was painfully hard. He gropes one of your breasts as he leans down, taking the other into your mouth. He sucks on your nipple as he rubs circles on your clit, still clothed by your panties. You reach your hand over your mouth, covering it as your moans gradually get louder. The room felt hot and heavy, you couldn’t help yourself as you moaned his name, pleasure overfilled your body.

“H-Heeseung… Hee… please…,” you softly cried out. He moans into your breast, pushing your panty to the side, he feels your wetness in its entirety. His fingers slide up and down your slit as he takes his mouth off of your nipple, eyes on you. 

Fuck, you looked too hot. He couldn’t believe he was doing these things to you right now. He pulls you into another sloppy kiss. He inserts his finger into your hole, a moan erupting out of you as he starts to thrust his hand. You were so wet and he needed to take you right now. The thought of you both potentially getting caught as your parents were just downstairs, turned him on even more. He pulls away, taking your fucked out expression in. He adds in another finger.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, blushing as you caught his eye. Lust overtook him as he increased the pace of his hand, pumping his fingers in and out of you as if his life depended on it. He curled his fingers within you, earning a loud squeal from you. He smirks. 

“Y/n, you gotta keep your voice down, you don’t want your parents coming up here seeing their sweet little daughter like this, now do you?” he menacingly asked. Your cute little moans were enough to almost make him burst all over you. His pants were getting too tight for his liking. He needed to have you. 

You were lost and flustered. His fingers so deep into you, you felt your climax was close. “Faster… please H-Hee…,” you moan, stuttering from the sensation. “S-So c-close, I’m so close.”

With his free hand, he reaches up, grabbing your face. “Look at me while you cum Y/n, I need to see your fucked out face,” his said, his deep voice making you clench around his fingers. Your moans start to increase again, he puts his hand over your mouth, trying to suppress the volume. With one more pump, you cream all over his fingers, screams of his name muffled against his hand as he rides out your high with his fingers. He takes his hand off, allowing you to finally breathe and catch your breath. Eyes hazy as you pant. He pulls his fingers out of you, taking them up to his mouth, sucking on his own fingers and tasting your cum. 

“Fuck, you taste so good Y/n,” he said, leaning down kissing you, letting you have a taste of yourself. Pulling back, he leans his forehead on yours, taking in what he just did with you. Silence filled the room, your cheeks heated up as you looked away from him. Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. 

You just let Lee Heeseung finger you. 

And you liked it. 

Before you both could even muster up words to say, yells of Heeseung’s name were heard from downstairs. He stands up quickly, taking in the way you were on your bed one last time. Man did he love that skirt on you. He adjusts his hoodie, pulling it down more to cover his raging boner. Without a word, he takes his leave, leaving you there on your bed. Tits out, panties filled with your own cum, skirt hiked up, and flustered. You hastily sit up, zipping your top back up. Like the entire day, the feeling of needing to throw up reemerges. You reach your own hand down, feeling the wetness still there. This definitely was not a dream. Heeseung just fingered you.

Lee Heeseung was here and he just fingered you.

You grab your pillow, groaning as you slam your head repeatedly down onto it. 

How the hell did you end up here?

Heeseung’s heart was beating so fast. He ran down your stairs, almost running into his own mother as she was putting her shoes on by the door. 

“Woah, slow down son,” she laughs. He mutters a sorry as he turns to bid your parents a goodbye. He makes his way out of your house needing a breath of fresh air, still painfully hard. He picks up his bike from the side of your porch and makes his way off of your driveway and down the road, leaving his parents there puzzled as to why he was in such a hurry. He needed to get home now.

Thankfully, his house wasn’t too far from yours, just being down the street by the basketball court. He threw his bike onto his lawn as he hurriedly tried to fish his house keys out of his pocket. Opening the door, he quickly shuts it behind him as he runs up the stairs and to his room. He locks the door. He needed to let one out while the image of you was fresh in his mind.

Heeseung strips himself of his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. He jumps into his bed, laying his head onto his pillow, palming himself through his boxers. Before getting started, he hears his parents enter the home. He waits until they make their way into their room, settling in for the night. After a bit of time had passed, he deemed it safe enough to finally start his session. He palms himself once more, squeezing his length through his boxers. 

He couldn’t believe you actually let him finger you. He takes the hand he used to finger you with, bringing his fingers up to his nose, taking a whiff of what was there of your essence. His dick twitched. You smelled delicious. Not being able to take it any longer, he pulls his boxers down, his cock slapping down onto his abdomen, pre cum already leaking from his tip. He spits into his hand, carefully reaching down to his cock, giving it a stroke.

Thoughts of you fill his mind. Images of what just happened flipped through his head like a slideshow. He strokes up and down, remembering the way your tits looked amazing. Your moans replay over and over again. He gives his tip a squeeze and continues on stroking his cock to you. His eyes remain closed as he tries his hardest to keep you there. He strokes hard and fast as he can almost still hear you moaning his name over and over again. 

He groans, wishing you were here to help him out. He thinks about how warm and wet your mouth would feel around him. He wishes so badly he got to feel your pussy around his cock, squeezing him the way you suffocated his fingers within you. 

“Fuck… Y/n,” he moans to himself, speed increasing. That damn skirt of yours. Next time he knew he had to have you bent over the nearest surface, pumping his cock deep into your pussy. If there was even a next time.

You were driving him insane. His orgasm getting closer and closer, he gives a few more pumps, ropes of his own cum spilling all over his chest as he lets out curses of your name. He laid there, panting and trying to catch his breath. 

This summer was going to be the death of him. 

The next day rolls around a little too fast for your liking. The events of last night, replaying in your head over and over again. You wanted to go to the nearest bridge and jump off. 

The boy you have been crying over for years was just here… in your house… and he fingered you. 

Your anxiety has been eating away at you since the moment you woke up. Your friends were on their way to your house, any minute now. Thankfully, Sunoo slept over his grandparents and agreed to go pick up the two girls before making his way here. 

After Heeseung had left last night, you immediately looked for your phone, opening up your messages to tell them what just happened. Thinking about it makes you want to run away forever.

Y/n sent a message to group “fuck heeseung!”

Y/n: guys … something just happened…

Karina: what’s up babe?

Sunoo: u good?

Ningning: ???

Y/n: uhhhhhhhh……

Sunoo: bitch if u dont just spit it out! 😒

Y/n: heeseung just fingered me in my room

Sunoo: WTF

Karina: WTF

Ningning: WTF

Ningning: this bitch done took the gc name srsly my gawdddd 😭

Having sent that text, you immediately threw your phone, ignoring the spam texts and calls your friends were sending your way. You could not handle your emotions as you went to get ready to sleep only to wake up to threats from your friends telling you they’re breaking into your house tomorrow and making you spill the tea. You lay there on your bed, covering your face with your hands. One of these days you were really going to throw up all over the place.

Your thoughts were soon broken as you heard loud knocks coming from downstairs. You hear muffles of your friends greeting your mother as she opens the door for her and then asking where you were. You wish you could just cast a spell like Alex Russo and disappear yourself out of here. Rushed footsteps head their way to you and your door was thrown open. You uncover your face and quickly sit up, patting your lap as your friends stare back at you, their arms crossed. 

“Heyyyyyyy…,” you said, awkwardly trying to lighten the mood, tucking your hair behind your ears, giving them a toothy exaggerated smile. This is the part where you wish you could spontaneously combust. Karina closes your door as Sunoo walks to sit on the bed with you and Ningning occupies the beanbag on your floor. Karina sits on the ground next to her. All eyes on you.

“So… how are you guys,” you sheepishly said, rubbing the back of your neck. They all roll their eyes simultaneously growing impatient. 

“How are we? Bitch how are you?!” Karina shouts at you. You pick up the Hello Kitty squish next to you, slamming your face into it and groaning. “If you don’t hurry and get to the detai–,” you cut her off.

“I will! Okay! So like you see…,” they inch closer towards you, not wanting to miss a single detail as mission “forget about Heeseung” was now compromised. You sighed, taking in a deep breath. It was now or never. 

“Okay so you see what had happened was… Heeseung’sfamilyhadmovedbacktotheneighborhoodandtheycameoverand–,” you were interrupted. “Oh my god Y/n slow the hell down, you know I can’t think!” Ningning exclaims, annoyed at your tactics.

“Okay.. okay… so… Heeseung’s family had moved back to the neighborhood–,”

“So they were the “special guest” your mom had told you about?” Sunoo interjected. You nod. “Okay, carry on.”

“Right so, since his family had moved back… that means he’s back… and–,”

“Now how did this get to him fingering you?” Karina speaks up. 

“I’m getting there woman! Okay so–,” 

“Damn Sunoo you missed out on seeing this motherfucker,” Ningning interrupts once more. “Right? Like I was just thinki–,” Now you were the one to cut Sunoo off. “Are ya’ll going to let me finish my story or what?” you annoyedly sighed. The two mumble small “sorry’s” as they allow you to continue. 

“Alright so, my parents invited them to stay for dinner, Heeseung wasn’t there yet and turns out he was the guy me and Noo saw riding his bike down our road,” you start off, palms getting sweaty. “THAT WAS HIM?” Sunoo shouts back at you, hand covering his mouth. “He was so cute.”

“Anyways,” you continued. “He shows up, kinda an asshole now, he practically ignored me all dinner until my parents forced me to bring him to my room and then things got a little… you know… heated… and he uhh… you know, did what he did to me,” you shyly finished as all the blood within you started to rush to the apples of your cheeks. You looked down onto your lap. “He was really mean… but he was so hot… I’m not sure what happened but he went from calling me a slut, to getting weird over thinking Noo was my boyfriend, me yelling at him, and then BAM! His fingers made their way in me I guess…,” you finished off. You look up, catching your friends' confused stares. Sunoo bursts into a fit of laughter.

“He thought I was your boyfriend? Y/n he was so jealous, like seriously, he finger fucked you because he was jealous you were around another boy!” Sunoo says through his laughter. You smack him with your squish, throwing punches at him after. “Well yeah and you’re sitting right where it happened,” you yelled at him. He gagged, disgusted he pushed you off of him and took a seat on the floor next to the two girls. He shook his whole body, cringing.

“Wait a minute, he called you a slut? Like in a “you’re so hot you belong to me” type of way or “you’re a slut and you need to stop looking like how you look” way?” Karina asks, genuinely concerned over the fact that this dude potentially hurt your feelings. You scratch your head. 

“Um… the second one…,” you trailed. Karina gets a bit heated. Her feelings towards this dude grow sour as the seconds pass. She hated him already. She lets out a heavy sigh. “You can’t be serious and you let him touch you after all of this?” She says with a disgusted tone paired with an equally expressive disgusted face. “When I get my hands on this guy, I’m gon–,” you cut her off.

“Rina, seriously it’s okay… everything just happened so fast, I’m not really sure how to feel but I also didn’t hate it,” you painfully admitted. The shame inside of you spilling out of your pores as you try to figure out a way to justify what you did. There was no justification. This was all way too complicated. 

“Y/n… this is the guy you have liked forever… and he ghosted you… if it were me, i would’ve been beating the shit out of him and not letting him put some fingers up my cooch,” Ningning spoke up, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Well I did slap him across his face,” you nonchalantly throw out. “You did what?” Sunoo said, raising an eyebrow genuinely interested. You roll your eyes at him. 

“So… did you even get his number to like… you know talk about all of… this,” Karina asked. She just wanted the best for you but you just alway seem to dig yourself into the biggest holes known to man. You let out a chuckle.

“About that… no…,” you muttered out. Karina picks up the nearest plush she saw that was on your floor and throws it at your head. “You are so stupid sometimes, you know that right Y/n?” she tiredly said. If she gets the chance to ever see Heeseung, she made a mental note to have a long talk with him. He could not get away with these shenanigans, she did not care how much he meant to you. 

“Oh yeah… and he’s going to be attending Decelis–,” this time it was Ningning throwing a plush at you, interrupting your nonsense. “It just keeps getting better and better!” Sunoo sarcastically lets out.

Sighing you felt exhausted, mentally and physically. This whole situation makes you want to pull your hair out of your head. But before forgetting, the thought of the barbeque comes to your mind. “Also, his family is hosting a BBQ this weekend, they said I could invite you guys– but only if you were interested!” you hurriedly finished the last part, worried they were going to throw anything else at you. Ningning and Sunoo shoot up from their seats. 

“Def def def going! If he’s as cute as y’all make him to be, he’s bound to have even cuter friends to invite,” Ningning giggles, fantasizing about the potential boys Heeseung could be inviting. “Maybe they’re gonna be going to DU too~,” the bubbly girl sings. You all roll your eyes at her. She has always been a hopeless romantic.

“I’m just nosy and I’d love to see how this all plays out,” Sunoo lets out, Ningning agreeing with him also. You all turned to Karina, she seemed indifferent.

“So Rina bear… do you want to come too? I’m making my tiramisu for the occasion~,” her face lights up, you can see the twinkle in her eyes. “Okay, but… I can’t promise i”ll behave,” she said, crossing her arms, sticking her tongue out at you. You jump up with joy, jumping onto them and onto the floor, pulling them all into a tight group hug.

“I love you guys so much, now let’s go get ice cream or something, I'm craving something sweet!” You excitedly exclaim. Sunoo snickers. “Yeah Heeseung already gave you something sweet last nigh–OW!” you smack the back of his head before he could even finish his sentence. With that, you all get up, making your way outside and to Sunoo’s car. 

“Alright, where are we heading?” Sunoo asks you guys. Ningning speaks up from the backseat. “Ooh, to that taiyaki ice cream place, you know, the one past the basketball court down there!” Everyone agrees as Sunoo pulls out of his driveway. 

Unbeknownst to all of you, Heeseung has been at the basketball court since the morning, playing some rounds with his friends. As Sunoo drives down the road, he suddenly lets out a gasp, slowing his car down.

“OH EM GEE… Y/n is that Heeseung?” He asked, pointing his finger towards the basketball court. “Oh em gee, WHERE?” Ningning yells, rolling her window down, Sunoo does the same. 

There Heeseung was, in a simple baggy white tee and gray sweatpants. “Wow Y/n… he’s so hot,” Ningning gasps. “And so are his friends! If those are the ones going to the BBQ, I call dibs on the blond one, he looks like a puppy,” she finishes. 

“Fuck are they looking at us?” Karina asked, her eyes bulging out of her face. Your face heats up, there Heeseung was, stopped in his tracks, eyebrow cocked as he makes eye contact with you through Sunoo’s car. You wanted to jump out of the car and run away. All of his friends were staring back, looking to see what had caught their friend’s eye. 

Of course they were, Sunoo and Ningning were not helping the situation. Who wouldn’t notice a bright red car, slowly driving down a quiet street as some weirdos stare at them from inside. To your surprise, Ningning catches the attention of the blond one, giggling as she winked, blowing him a kiss, he winks back at her. Karina pulls her back from the window, smacking her upside her head as she rolls the window back up. 

Sunken down onto your seat, the embarrassment was eating away at you as you oh so desperately wanted to throw up all over the interior of Sunoo’s car. You groan, covering your face, your friends really had to make things even weirder for you. Sunoo steps on the gas as he tries to get you guys out of this awkward situation ASAP. He couldn’t help but laugh at the way you looked in the passenger seat next to him. You ignore him, pulling your phone out to scroll through whatever social media app your finger clicked first. An instagram notification catches your eye.

“heesoswag1015” wants to send you a message!

You click on the notification, leading you to your requests box. Your heart is still racing, you click the accept button. The color drains from your face.

heesoswag1015: stalker much?

heesoswag1015: anyways my friend jake told me to tell u that your friend is really hot

heesoswag1015: and that you’re really fucking weird 

You were definitely not looking forward to the weekend.

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 10 - The end and the beginning.

Last chapter!

Summary: It’s the last day of your trip with Shouta; it’s a day filled with tears, laughter and a bunch of confessions.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of sex, keep an eye out for the !!! sign because this chapter has some saucy bits. Please skip it if you are under 18 or not comfortable with that kind of content. No actual smut though! Thank you for your cooperation!

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It’s your last night at Shouta’s holiday home. To be honest, the vibe isn’t the best; the teens were really quiet today compared to their usual selves, Shouta’s been in his own head all day, barely responding to anyone, Present Mic tried his best to keep the gang entertained but somehow, even the loudest ones needed a bit of solitude on the last day, rather talking on the beach in small groups than playing around with the whole gang. For your surprise, the quietest one was Kaminari today; he’s been moping around since the morning, taking deep breaths before every single fake smile. There’s only few hours left before it’s bedtime so you decide to take the matter in your own hands; you absolutely hate seeing this boy all sad and mopey.

“What’s on your mind, Denks?” You ask him, slowly approaching the sulking boy who’s sprawled out on the sofa, all alone. You’ve been around the teen enough to know he’s not actually interested in the random show playing on the TV; his eyes are clouded with something sorrowful, fingers playing with the edge of the pillow he’s clutching to his chest.

“I’m okay, Y/N! Just a little bit tired.” Denki tries to make a fake smile. Instead of telling the boy off for lying, you take the pillow from him; first, he looks really confused by your actions but when the pillow is being replaced by your own body and you pull the boy to your chest in a motherly hug, the facade breaks; tiny sobs leave the youngling’s mouth, his fingers clutching the back of your shirt as he cries.

“It’s okay, Denks. Let it all out.” You tap his back soothingly. Hitoshi appears in the door leading to the beach, worried and just as sad as the blonde in your arms; you make a motion with your head, telling the boy to leave. He nods with a sad face and makes his way back to his friends; it breaks your heart to do this to him but you really want to talk to the boy and help him with his confession - let’s be honest, this must be about that - because it’s clearly killing them both.

“I can’t do this anymore.” The boy mumbles, completely broken. “It hurts so much but every time I think about being rejected and losing him as a friend hurts even more.”

“First of all, Hitoshi would never do that.” You reprimand. “You are his best friend and he would do anything to stay by your side. He’s not going to ghost you just because of this. Also, I’ll be honest with you; you are really fucking stupid if you think he doesn’t feel the same.”

Apparently, Denki didn’t like your answer because he pulls away, his voice loud and angry when he speaks up next.

“You literally heard me saying that I think he’s the hottest guy in the class and he didn’t even say anything about it since. He’s ignoring all my flirting. Stop giving me false confidence!”

“Denki, lower your voice, I’m not here to be yelled at, I’m here to help!” You reprimand again, this time with much more fervor. The blonde boy cowers under your gaze, probably realizing how disrespectful he’s being, but instead of saying sorry he stands up, ready to flee the scene. You roll your eyes and push the boy down to sit back. “I’ll tell you a story and you’ll listen. I’ll let you go after that, okay?” Your tone changes into a mild, soothing one. “Toshi probably told you most of the story anyway but I want you to listen to my side of it.” You sigh. “Shouta and I had a really nice first date. Honestly, it was the most perfect day ever but I knew Shouta only said yes to that date because of Megumi and it wasn’t supposed to be this great. We were both really confused by the end of it. I was with him the whole day, I met his family and loved them all; but then the day ended and he rejected me on the spot.” You give the sobbing blonde a sad smile. “That day, I went straight to my bed, ignoring my girl and cried the whole night. It was only one date but I liked that man since Megumi started UA and all my feelings came back to the surface and they started to suffocate me after that day so I decided to push him away instead of talking it all out. I was childish.” You sigh again. For your surprise, Denki looks really invested in your story now, sad puppy eyes staring into yours as you finish your story. “I was an absolute asshole to him the next time we met but instead of yelling he pulled me close, told me to stop and gave me his number. And now look at me.” You smile at the boy, ruffling his messy hair.

“You think I should tell him? Even if he might reject me?” Denki mutters then goes on a rant. “I want to tell him. I want to tell him how special he is, because I know he has no idea. He has no fucking idea how head over heels I am for his stupid lavender eyes and Gucci eye bags. He doesn’t even know that every time he touches me I feel like I’m being electrocuted even though I’m literally a guy with an electric quirk. He needs to know that his smile cures my depression and every time I feel down I think about him and life is suddenly so much brighter! Fuck, I’m gonna tell him now! Thank you, Y/N!” Denki jumps off the sofa but he can barely make two steps before he runs right into Hitoshi who clearly didn’t listen to you when you told him to leave. Denki pales completely, his confidence shattering right away as he’s face to face with the boy of his dreams.

“How… much…” Denki stutters, slowly stepping away from the purple haired boy.

“All of it.” Hitoshi pants, not even letting Denki to finish his sentence. He pulls the blonde boy to his chest, in a tight embrace. “Y/N is right by the way. You are really fucking stupid.”

… Okay, this is your time to sneak out of the room. You barely make it out to the beach before Hitoshi takes Denki’s confused face into his hands and crushes his lips together with his.

Uhh, that must have hurt. Oh well, they will get the hang of it by the time the gang goes back into the house tonight.

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“Your kid is probably having a heated make out session on the couch, you two are like two peas in a pod.” You giggle as you lower yourself next to Shouta. He’s laying on a massive towel sprawled out behind a bunch of massive rocks, hidden away from the eyes of the youngsters and Present Mic.

“Thank you, now I’ll never be able to close my eyes without thinking about those two making out in Hitoshi’s room.” He frowns and wiggles around until he can put his face on your squishy chest.

“Tell me about it, they didn’t even wait until I left the room. I had to witness their first kiss, Shouta.” You retort, looking like you went through hell before coming out here.

“How bad was it?” Aizawa snorts, grinning. Your hands wander into his hair, massaging his scalp and Shouta murmurs quietly at the nice feeling.

“Really bad. Like teeth clashing, noses-in-the-way kinda bad.” You laugh, utterly amused.

“That’s our boy. I’m proud.” Shouta snorts again. Your heart skips a beat and you forget to laugh so Shouta looks up at you, worry written all over his face.

“Our… boy?” You mutter, hands falling from the hero’s hair. Shouta realizes his mistake, a tiny blush appearing on his face as his words sink in.

“One day, yeah.” He puts his head back, faking nonchalance. “If you want to.”

Silence falls on the two of you, only the sound of the rumbling sea and the distant laughter disturbing the peaceful, quiet night. After a few minutes, Shouta takes a deep breath, his head facing the rocks.

“Do you remember when I said Megumi will be yours sooner than you think?” Aizawa mutters into your chest.

“Yeah and I told you I can’t provide all the necessities to get accepted…” You start your rant but Shouta doesn’t let you finish your sentence.

“You do… have all of that now.” Shouta speaks up, his head facing your way now. For some reason, the man looks terrified. “I…” he sits up and takes your hand into his lap, caressing the skin to calm himself down. “I want us to be a family, Y/N. I know, this is really sudden and you probably think it’s too soon, but I told you how heroes think there’s no tomorrow when it comes to these things and I’m also one of those people who think that way.”

You are rendered speechless. Shouta trembles like a leaf, anxiety showing clearly on his face and if you look close enough you can see the fear of rejection in his eyes.

Your heart is about to explode in your chest, mostly from happiness but also from the fact that this is clearly not the end of his speech; there is something else, something extremely important for the hero in front of you so you decide not to show your happiness yet in case it all goes wrong. He fiddles your fingers and takes a deep breath before he continues.

“But…” There it is. There it fucking is. You knew it. “I don’t want any of this if Megumi can’t be officially a part of it. And I also don’t want you to be my date. Or my girlfriend.”

Your heart shatters into pieces. On the last day of your perfect holiday, your whole being is being crushed into the sand on this fucking amazing beach, by the hands of the man you loved with your whole being. Tears trail down your cheeks and you try to move away but your hand is stuck between Shouta’s so you can’t go to far; Shouta pulls you back into a sitting position and moves his hand to the side of yours; you look down at your hands, incapable of looking into the man’s eyes and something glistens in the moonlight; there is a ring on your ring finger, white gold with a black crystal in the middle. You look at Shouta with pure confusion.

“… I want you to be my wife, Y/N.” Shouta smiles, his eye shining from unshed tears. “I want you to be the mother of my kids and I want to be the father of Megumi. So… what… do you think?”

“I thought you are about dump me, you fucking idiot.” You start sobbing into the man’s shirt, pulling him as close as humanly possible.

“I tried my best with the speech, I’m sorry if it wasn’t the best, I’m not good with feelings…” He mutters, but you shut him up with your mouth.

“Marry me, Shouta.” You whimper into his mouth between two kisses. “I can’t wait to have a big, loud family with you.” You move away to give the man a big grin, happy tears still falling down your cheeks.

“I hope you guys can pack quickly, because I want you two in my house as soon as possible. I already asked Cementoss to fix my house by tomorrow in case you say yes.” Shouta admits with a blush.

“Is this why you were away that day? To have this all sorted?” You mumble into his chest.

“Yes. We can do the paperwork now then have a proper ceremony later. Megumi’s adoption papers are ready to go as well. I hope that’s okay.” Aizawa mutters, a little bit ashamed.

“Of course it’s okay, Shou.” You laugh. “Oh my god.” You yelp, shaking from the excitement. “We need to tell the kids.” You grin like a maniac, eyes shiny from the recently shedded tears. You pull your boyfriend… wait… fiancé?! up from the towel and make your way towards the loud group sitting around the other side of the beach. For your surprise, Hitoshi and Denki also joined the group, now shamelessly cuddling; Denki sits between Hitoshi’s long legs, his back resting on the purple haired boy’s chest, while Hitoshi’s arms are wrapped around the smaller boy, his chin on his shoulders.

“Attention!” Shouta speaks up and the group of younglings automatically sit up straight, like they’re still at school. It’s really adorable. “We have something to tell you…” Shouta says with utter seriousness but you don’t let him finish the sentence.

“We’re getting married!” You yell in a high pitched voice, jumping around like a lovesick teenager with your hands in the air, showing off the new ring Shouta just gave you.

It’s a lot to take in. It’s sudden and probably a little bit irresponsible; getting married to a guy you’ve only known for a year and dated for a few weeks… but that’s also the thrill of it. You lived your life doing what’s the best for the others around you; you helped out your sister, took in a kid in need, stopped dating to have more time to spend with your daughter… you never partied, never did anything stupid and while you certainly don’t think there is anything about this situation that’s considered stupid, it’s definitely something new, something that you’ll do for yourself, someone might even say it’s selfish but honestly, you don’t fucking care.

Since you got to know Shouta, your whole life turned upside down in the best way possible; seeing his little, hidden smile on the screen of your phone made even the worst day into the best one, his touches healed your broken soul and mended your broken heart; it might have been only a couple of weeks but you already know Shouta is the one. Fuck, you knew it from day one, when Aizawa-sensei opened his office door for you with a sleepy look on his face, cold as ice but somehow still warm under the surface. You knew it when Shouta brought you into that cute cat coffee and hogged all the cats to himself, you knew it when you met his two children, those broken souls with a heart of gold, you knew it when he first kissed you, first held you in his arms… the list goes on and on, a never ending circle of appreciation swirling in your mind when you think about Shouta. You look into your partner’s eye and he understands it all; there is no need for words, no need for reassurance; you both know this is the right thing to do for you, for him, for your children, for the world, for the whole fucking universe. You two are like two, off-shaped puzzle pieces, meant for no one but the other.

“Good luck finding a boyfriend if Aizawa-sensei is your father.” Katsuki snickers, his eyes glinting with mischievousness.

“Well, thank fuck he really loves you then.” Megumi retorts, not even looking at the blonde as she makes her way towards you to give you a massive hug. Katsuki just sits there, cheeks ruddy, his aggressive retort frozen on the tip of his tongue. “I’m really happy for you, Mom.” Megumi sniffles into your shirt then makes her way towards Shouta with a teary eyed smile.

“Aizawa-sensei, with all due respect, if you ever make her cry I’ll ruin your life.” Megumi tries to make a mean face and Shouta giggles at her. The whole gang gawks again, just like the last time but they school their faces just in time to not get caught.

“Call me Shouta when we’re not in class.” The hero mumbles with an almost red face.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get used to that, Shouta…sensei.” Megumi mutters, giggling to herself as she hugs your partner affectionately.

You really shouldn’t cry again, fuck.

“You really did it, oh my god.” Hitoshi jumps up, letting Denki fall into the sand. He yelps then laughs, looking fondly at his new boyfriend embracing his father with nothing but pride and love. “You are a legend, dad.”

“I have a mom now!” Eri yells and jumps into your arms, happy tears trailing down her cheeks. “I have a big family! This is the best day ever!” The little girl smiles while she gives you a bone-crushing hug.

Shouta and you look at each other and you don’t need to say anything out loud for you two to know this was the best decision of your lives.

~•🩶•~

“Hey kids, do you mind if I crash with you tonight?” Present Mic comes out of your room with his super fancy, black and gold sleeping bag, ready for the impromptu sleepover with the kids. He gives you two a knowing look; both of you flush from his cheeky gaze, because you know what the real reason is.

“Make yourself comfortable, sensei! You can use my sleeping bag if you are cold!” Denki adds proudly; you are not even suprised to see the two boys sharing a sleeping bag. You have no idea how did those two fit into it, they might look thin and lanky from far away, but both of them have just enough muscle on them to make this stunt impossible. Well, with enough love in your heart, you can achieve whatever you want, they say.

“Oh my god Denks, stop throwing your happiness in our faces.” Megumi grins at the two boys, clearly not meaning any of it; apparently everyone decided to do a massive sleepover in the living room on the last day of the trip, even little Eri came out of her bedroom, her hello Kitty themed pillow and throw ready for her on the sofa. It melts you heart how it wasn’t even a question for them to let the little girl take the best place in the room, bless their little hearts.

“You two will boil to death in there, it’s the middle of the summer you stupid fucks.” Katsuki murmurs, disgusted by the PDA.

“Yeah, I’m quite sure you would be just as keen to boil to death in this situation, Katsuki.” Mina murmurs under her covers, half asleep.

“There’s literally no such thing as too hot with my quirk.” Katsuki retorts, clearly aggravated by the challenge.

“Well… there is only one way to find out if that’s true…” Mina goes from a sleepy potato into a wide-awake, ferocious animal as she moves towards the blonde with quick steps, not even giving the guy enough chance to react before her body falls on him. The rest of gang decides to do the same, plopping next to or on the top of the blonde; yells, explosions and death threats are being thrown around the room but none of them cares; the teens make a big pile around the angry Katsuki, giggling while Mic takes a picture of the group with a massive grin on his face.

“Let’s go.” Shouta murmurs into your ears and your heart stops for a second; his arms wrap around your hips from behind and pulls you into his chest, his whole body flush against you.

“Uhumm.” You agree and that’s all Shouta waited for; in a matter of seconds the door shuts behind you and your back hits the soft bed with Shouta right on top of you.

!!!

It all starts with heated kisses and gentle touches all over your clothed body; Shouta kisses your neck, your collarbone, your chin, your arms and slowly moves his hand to get rid of the “offensive”, oversized shirt you stole from Shouta’s dresser. Needless to say, you don’t wear a bra at home. Thank god Shouta had enough care for you to pop a throw over the two of you before his shenanigans.

The shirt is gone, your hands are under Shouta’s own top, mapping around his chest; finally, you are able to touch him all over, even the sensitive areas and nothing can stop you right now; the happiness of getting married and the excitement of a new life makes you brave and unstoppable, and Shouta clearly doesn’t mind your wandering hands all over him.

He kisses your fingers one by one then stares at the ring with a dark, possessive look on his face; needless to say it all goes right between your legs. The laughter has subdued outside the room; by the sound of it, the kids are already asleep.

“How quiet can you be, Y/N?” Shouta’s hand caresses your whole body; it moves from your neck all the way through the middle of your upper body in one straight line, then he stops at the hem of your joggers, absently playing with the strings then he starts to pull, slowly and gently, not breaking eye contact.

It’s soo much. It’s too much, really. But somehow, you want to push your limits today.

“Let’s find out.” You whisper into his mouth, your own hands working their way down to rid him of his underwear.

… apparently, you can do quiet, but not quiet enough to not rile up Shouta until he starts biting and panting, body bursting from lust and affection.

!!! - cheekyness done

Today, you’ve learned that Shouta isn’t just an amazing person; he’s also amazing at everything else. You can’t wait to live your whole life with this wonderful, hidden gem of a man.

“I love you, Shou.” You mumble into his naked chest, legs tangled together under the light comforter. Shouta pulls you even closer and takes a big breath right in the crook of your neck; you are quite sure you don’t smell that nice after the shenanigans you’ve been up to but you decide not to comment on that.

“I love too. I can’t wait to call you my wife. I’ll put a picture of you on my desk so everyone can gawk at how pretty you are.” He murmurs, clearly out of it. Post-sex Shouta is an interesting species. The guy has no filter.

“People usually say things like that before the action, not after.” You giggle to yourself, tired and ready to sleep.

“Who said we are done here?” Shouta mutters as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are quite sure you have goosebumps in places goosebumps shouldn’t even appear.

“Your alarm clock set to 5AM, Shou.” You sigh into the man’s mouth.

“Want me to stop then?” He smiles like a cheeky child, leaving kisses everywhere he can reach.

“Don’t you dare.” You giggle; tomorrow’s problems doesn’t matter today anyway.

… needless to say, you both slept through your alarm the next day and got bullied for it during breakfast, but it was definitely worth it.

You started this journey as a lonely soul, but left Shouta’s holiday home as a part of a new family; finally, everything is okay and there is nothing but anticipation in your heart, burns and bruises long forgotten.

~•🩶•~

4 years later

“We’re home!” The two boys, Hitoshi and Denki stumble in through the door, hands full of gift bags.

“You two!” You put your ladle down right away, sprinting towards the two with pure anger in your eyes. These two motherfuckers are the bane of your existence. Why, you ask? “Don’t you fucking dare to leave me for a month ever again, you hear me?!” The two boys look at your teary eyes with nothing but fondness as they hug you, each on one side. You are so sad Mic couldn’t make it today due to a mission; he missed his boys so much he called Shouta every day to cry about it. Shou really knows how to choose the perfect godfather for his kids; they are all spoiled to death by him, especially the little one.

“We missed you too, mom!” Hitoshi snickers and hugs you tighter; you can’t believe these two boys are almost 20 years old. They went to America for a month by themselves, for fucks sake! Where has the time gone?!

“Mama said a bad word!” The little boy yells, sitting up straight on his favorite kitten bean bag.

“Yes she did.” Shouta makes a suprised face at the kid. “And what happens when someone says a bad word in this house, Oboro?” Shouta makes a wondering face, stroking his stubble and all that jazz. You love this man so much.

“Bad word… box!” The boy says and you roll your eyes.

“Swear jar, honey, but that’s right.” You put a few coins into the jar sitting on the coffee table.

Hitoshi hugs his little brother and tickles him viciously; the sound makes the rest of the household and Katsuki come out from Megumi’s room to investigate the sudden commotion.

“Toshi! Denks! Finally!” Eri and Megumi runs towards the two boys, tackling them to the floor out of pure love.

“I won’t leave you alone until you finished your assignment, young lady! Chop-chop!” Katsuki murmurs towards the pile on the floor; Megumi stands up and makes her way towards his boyfriend of 4 years and leaves a tiny kiss on his cheeks. Funnily enough, Katsuki still gets all red when Megumi does anything romantic when others are around and it’s the cutest thing the world has ever seen.

“Let her enjoy this moment, Kat. It’s so rare we have the whole family together now that we all moved out.” Megumi snuggles into the blonde’s arms and his frown changes into a fond look; oh damn, you give them another year before Katsuki pops the question. That boy is head over heels for your girl and you absolutely love to see it. Talking about popping the question…

“… then we almost got married in Vegas.” Denki finishes his sentence with a dreamy look on his face while Hitoshi spits his virgin margarita on the dinner table.

“Honestly? I’m surprised you didn’t actually do it.” Megumi grins at the two lovebirds.

“Apparently we were too drunk for the ceremo…” Hitoshi’s hand lands on Denki’s nape with a loud slap, his whole face flushed with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Toshi.”

You can barely contain your anger.

“We let you two go away for a month and you thank us by getting wasted on a foreign land?! Illegally, I must add?!”

Shouta can’t hide his giggle; he puts one hand on your thigh, stroking it gently to calm you down.

“They are both in University, trust me it wasn’t the first time they got wasted.” Shouta smiles and your anger evaporates into thin air, your frown changing into a fond, lovesick look as you gaze at your perfect husband.

“Oh my god, not at the dinner table!” Megumi retorts with a grin. “It has been 4 years but you two are still insufferable. I can’t believe you.”

Honestly? Neither can you. The amount of love and affection you feel towards your husband even after all these years is almost ridiculous and it goes the other way around as well; Shouta saw you giving birth to his child yet he still looks at you like you are the most perfect human being, with your loose skin, stretch marks and all that jazz.

“What can I say, love is like a truck; you can’t just dust your legs and walk away when you get hit by it.” Aizawa retorts then hides his face with his hands, embarrassed. “That sounded so much better in my head.”

“Did you just compare me to a terrible accident, Shou?!” You laugh like a maniac, cuddling into your husband’s arms to make him feel better.

“At least he didn’t compare you to Shigaraki’s decay.” Megumi retorts. “Love is like being hit by Shigaraki’s quirk; once it’s done it lasts forever.”

For everyone’s surprise, Shouta is the one who starts to howl at that, tears falling on his face at how hard he’s laughing.

“Bro, too deep.” Katsuki says but he can’t hide his fond smile as he looks at the whole family laughing their asses off.

“Why is this so funny?” The little boy blinks a few times, his face hilariously confused. Needless to say, that triggers another laughing fit and you are quite sure the whole UA can hear your laughter in their dorms but they are quite used to Aizawa sensei’s loud family by now so it’s okay.

Fuck, your life is amazing and so are the people surrounding you; you couldn’t be more proud of them.

Life is fucking good, Goddammit.

You pop a few coins into the swear jar sitting on the table, conveniently placed in the middle in case someone says something nasty during dinner time; the whole family looks at you with questioning eyes, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face even if you tried.

“I fucking love you, guys.” You grin at them and continue eating.

“Mom is so cheeky.” Oboro mutters to himself, his hands deep in his bowl.

“And we love her for that.” Shouta murmurs into your ears, leaving a tiny kiss on your cheeks.

You feel like you’ll never get used to this constant feeling of happiness but that’s not a problem; you have at least 40 more years to get properly used to it.

The end.

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Potato ramble:

- Oh my goodness, it’s over! What the heck?! How did this happen? Also, this was supposed to be a 5 chapter long short-story yet it ended up with 10 chapters, the last chapter more that 5K words, I must add.

I want to thank you guys for your patience, but I hope this chapter soothes your bothered soul! Also thank you for reading this silly fic, your comments always make my day! You are the best of the best and I love all of you so much! 💜

- Some plus info about the end of this story: Hitoshi moved together with Denki after graduating UA. They collected enough money this year to finally start traveling around the world during their summer breaks.

Megumi also wanted to move out when Hitoshi did but her parents didn’t let her until she graduates so Katsuki worked his little ass off in that one year to have enough money to get a really nice flat for them! Oh, and Y/N was absolutely right, Katsuki proposed to Megumi in front of the whole family on her birthday. 💜

Y/N and Aizawa has a kid; little Oboro was born a year and a half after Aizawa’s proposal on the beach. He was named after Aizawa’s best friend who died during his high school years. Present Mic was almost taken to a hospital due to dehydration on the day Aizawa told him what the kid’s name will be.

If you have any questions, I’m more than keen to answer them in the comments! 💜

I hope you enjoyed this story and don’t forget to check the Master List if you want to read more, it’s pinned to the top of my page! 🩶

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[forthechubbies]

My Husband's Name Is Jungkook. (Our Little Wife Au)

Quite literally background story of how Jungkook met his wife

Only two warnings! Pervert! Jungkook and 18-year-old Jungkook 🥵

Jeon Yn, Maiden name Valentine Yn, wedded into the mafia world by taking this guy's last name. Jeon Jungkook.

Remember that name, now.

Yep that's him..anyway.

Yes, Her last name is Valentine as Marshall Valentine. The late honorable sheriff, Marshall, was her daddy.

Mr. Valentine was in a league on his own, shooting & catching bad guys and fighting against life-threatening odds until a pair of big beautiful eyes opened up to him, extending her little hands in the air to her proud teary-eyed papa.

However, tragedy struck on the same day; the beloved Mrs.Valentine passed away during childbirth leaving behind a heartbroken husband and a newborn baby.

Having a sheriff as a father served as no picnic; thankfully enough for him, She wasn't the rebel teenager type, but she was curious, and sometimes that could be just as bad.

In her late teens, She grew into her mother's face; heart-stopping eyes, cute noses, kissable plush lips, and a voice so sweet its teeth rotting. She fits the princess's descriptions. Kindness, Innocence, Beautiful, and...smarts?

Okay, She's not the brightest crayon in the box; she's quite naive, to say the least; her father notices this after this instance

“I'm home!” She kicked off her Mary Jane at the door, her backpack abandoned along side her shoes. Regardless of her father stressing countless how much he nearly trips to his early demise. She cheerfully sat on her father's chair arm. “Hi, Daddy.”

He smiled.“ Hello, Sweetheart!” Mr. Valentine scrambled about the living room, searching for something that seemed not to want to be found. “For Christ's sake, The hell is that damn tie?!”

Her smile faded away. “Nightly parlor duty, again?” A silky black material shimmered out of the corner of her eye. The tie! “I got it. I got it.” She gently removed his helping hands from the tie allowing his princess to aid him.

Mr. Valentine was over the moon for his princess. The difficulty and worry of protecting his angel took a toll on his old body. He's no spring chicken anymore-and. This reality frightened him more than any criminal ever could.

“Daddy? Are you going to be late?” Those soften eyes snapped him out of his depression.

He sniffled. “Don't worry about me, Honeycomb.” He can't fall apart yet..not yet. He pecked her forehead. “How about this, little lamb, dinners on me. Duty calls, Sugafoot.” A quick peck on the forehead once more and out the door.

“Bye.” She whispered in the empty house space.

I will make dinner for when he comes home. Congee (Rice Porridge) sounds good, but do we have the ingredients? She was welcomed to an empty pantry, cabinet, and fridge, but her father's six-pack of beer.

Shopping it is, then. With her father’s credit card, She took her first trip alone, and she did great until the recipe called for beef stock.

What stood in her way of getting the stock?

Jeon Jungkook, Remember the man from the beginning? Nope, This isn't different, man, by a baby version of her husband. 18 or 19.Jeon Jungkook. The boy was sent to the market to get beef bulgogi, but for some reason, He was aisles from the meat.

She gulped. You and I know there's nothing to be afraid of when it comes to men, but Yn Valentine is petrified of simply being near one. No thanks to her father's scaring her half to death about the opposite sex.

She peeked at him from around the corner. He sure is pretty, Ain't he? He sure is. The boy had a captive audience. Yn spotted another girl arriving to distract him. The perfect opportunity to grab-that-stock.

She stretched onto her tippy toes. Still no dice. “Come on.”

A large hand reached from behind her, terrifying her but proving to be helpful. “Here.”

She took it, bowed, then speeded away.

Ignoring his commands to come back, She hurried to self-checkout and rushed on her way. She sighed, dropping her buckling knees on the sidewalk with her bags at her side.

Daddy never said anything about them being adorable. I mean, I’m not even sure if he was real.

“It's okay; The moment has passed. Now to get back home and cook dinner.” She clenched both her fists in a fighting spirit.

“Do you talk to yourself often?” A deep voice whispered behind her head; she whipped her head to the boy at eye level.

She gasped, falling back on her hands.

His brows jumped. “Are you alright?” He chuckled. If you squint, you can see his pupils change to hearts. “Listen, um-” He glanced into her, one of the bags chalked full of fresh cream puffs. She must love creampuffs. “Creampuff, You dropped this.” Her Powerpuff girl hair clip looked so tiny in the palm of his hand.

“Yes! That's my favorite clip-!”Failing for the bait in the palm of his hand, The boy snapped down on her wrist, yanking her into his chest. “What are you-Let me go! Right now!” She cried, pounding her tiny chubby fist on his chest.

He chuckles. “Settle down, Creampuff. I just want to see you in detail.” The boy's strength astounded Yn struggling against his bulk. Her skirt's fabric raked over the sidewalk's rough texture.

She huffed, looking away from the boy, allowing him to do as he pleased. If that's all, He wants-Anything to get back home fast.

“Good girl.” He was generally praising her, even kind enough to get head pats. The boy's dark eyes roamed Yn’s features, pausing in certain places he found interesting.

“That's a cute mole.”

Mole? The only mole I have is on my- She gasped, covering her cleavage with her free arm.

The boy sucked his teeth at your protest. " I didn't even look that long-"

At that moment, Jungkook's grip loosened enough for you to steal your arm and push him back by his forehead. A perfect window to pick up your bags and flee.

You caught your breath after securing your front door. I think it's safe to say I'll never get used to men.

It wasn't until late December she made another unfortunate encounter with the same damn man, but he looked different like this, like he's been through some stuff, and this is his mindset now

"You again?!" She struggles against his firm grip on her curves. " Let me go! Or I'll scream-mm hp!" Her eyes widen at his large hand, caging her lips shut...He smells..sweet like he just walked out of a bakery.

"So submissive..." He teased, pushing her patients by inching closer to her hidden lips. "Sadly, I like a chall-nge! " Jungkook dropped his hand to cradle his pained abdomen.

"Creep." Her insult was just salt in the wound at this point.

The encounters never creased...but not all of them were-bad.

Jungkook would often be the handyman when her father wasn't there, kept her company on stormy nights, shared his umbrella when it rained, kissed her forehead to wish her goodnight, and even stood beside her at her dear father's funeral.

Her husband, Jeon Jungkook.

[theboysfromaustin]

The party crasher story, just because I love it and it encapsulates what a chaos demon Kazuo can be.

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November 5, 1999

Lincoln Park High School, Chicago, Illinois

Kazuo stared at his locker, annoyed.  Another day, another slur scrawled across it.  Maybe it would have been less irritating if it said something the tiniest bit clever, but it was the usual 'FAGGOT'.

Sure, he was gay, but his classmates didn't know….probably.  They usually called anyone who wasn't contributing to the teen pregnancy rate of Illinois a faggot.  He hated his classmates and they hated him - he was sort of hoping the whole Y2K thing would take most of them out.  Maybe himself.  Life was pretty awful.  Then he sighed - due to the events of Columbine, he'd been repeatedly called into the counselor's office because the new fun thing for his peers to do was to paint him as a potential school shooter.

He wasn't like that, all he wanted to do was listen to music, draw, and be left the fuck alone, but the cadre of people - led by his former friend Jack, had other ideas.  School had been a never ending cycle of lunches being thrown on the ground, shoving, punching, being upended into garbage cans, swirlies, and wet towel whippings.

Gym was the worst, with the showering.  These were already men he found wildly unattractive, and seeing them nude was enough to make him retch.  The only good part was he could cocoon himself inside his long hair to cover himself.  His hair got pulled constantly, so he often kept it tucked under a hoodie, which he was wearing now because it was November in Chicago. He threw his books into the locker because fuck doing homework.  He was doing well enough anyway - could go valedictorian at senior graduation if he really wanted to apply himself, but he knew he'd get five words of his speech out beginning with "EAT SHIT AND DIE, MOTHERFUCKERS" and would get his ass yoinked off stage.

He was barely through his Sophomore year.  Two more years after, and then…

He really didn't know.  He guessed his dear ol' dad would push him into a job and steal most of, if not all of his money for cigs and beer, despite being on oxygen.  He'd never get away.  He assumed any money his mother may have left had already been taken by his father.  He had no money to make an escape.  If he could, he'd go find his grandfather in Austin….if he'd even take him.

And then maybe he could get the lawyer his grandfather worked for to protect him.  He didn't know the guy's name, but any time his dad bitched about his grandfather, he'd usually grouse about "that bastard lawyer." He sighed, readjusting his backpack.  All he wanted was to leave school without getting the shit kicked out of him.  It happened at least once a week.  Often two or three times, and he tried to vary his routine of how he left the campus, but damn if the bastards didn't keep finding him.  He figured without books weighing him down, maybe he could outpace them.

Kazuo was honestly surprised that after all these years, Jack still wanted to cave his head in.  Sure, Kazuo was a loner - not by choice, scrawny, kind of short and only had one eye, but he'd hadn't spoken to him civilly since kindergarten.  Maybe Jack had taken a few too many hits to the head playing baseball, and torturing him was the only thing he had going.

Maybe Jack had the hots for him, which, quite frankly was disgusting.

Kazuo skirted along the wall, peering out the double doors at the concrete expanse, out at the Chicago skyline.  His classmates milled by, leaving or heading to after school clubs.  Honestly, he had zero romantic interest in men his own age.  He liked older men - and not like, dudes in their twenties.  He really preferred men older than fifty - he was only 16, so he was aware it was weird now, but he'd be 18 soon enough, and maybe he could find someone to help him….to love him.

He dashed through the doors, trying to stay hidden in the throngs of students, hoping he was short enough to move undetected.  He hunched over to make himself smaller, Joy Division hoodie pulled over his head.  If he could get a few blocks away, he'd be free to….go home.

Huh.

Some days, getting the shit kicked out of him was the more pleasant option.

Before he could further contemplate the bullshit of life, his hood was grabbed and was yanked out of the crowd and bodily picked up, his ribs squeezed.  He bit down on the jacket sleeved arm, opting to go full feral.  He kicked, and his legs were grabbed.  The other students ignored his plight, but he was used to that happening.

"You thought you could get away?"

Jack's voice hissed in his ear.  Kazuo glared across the courtyard at his Biology teacher smoking a cigarette, then growled, "What do you want, Jack?  You need to hold me as gayly as possible?" That earned him a punch to the head from Ron, one of Jack's cohorts, "Shut it, queer." "Hey, I'm not the one cradling me close to my heart.  And crotch." Another punch, but Kazuo was annoyed enough by the constant attacks that he was going to be as snotty and degrading as possible.

"What should we do with him?" Marco, Jack's other stooge. Jack squeezed Kazuo harder, and he gagged, coughing.  Ron took the opportunity to grab Kazuo's legs so Marco could remove his ragged sneakers and socks, throwing them up into a tree.

Great.  Now his feet were cold.

With that, Kazuo flung his head backwards into Jack's mouth, hoping to bust a tooth, or at least his lip.  Jack yelped, dropping him, Kazuo immediately making a break for it, dodging traffic across Armitage Ave, fleeing as he heard the trio behind him.  He fled, dodging down an alleyway, tucking and rolling between a garbage can and a dumpster.  He grinned, eye shut as he leaned into the brick wall, pretty sure he'd lost them.

Wrong.

That's rough, buddy.

Within two seconds, he felt himself be grabbed and chucked headfirst into the dumpster, the lid slammed overhead.  He could hear the idiots cackling, but as they left, he heard one snippet of conversation - "Cant believe your parents left for the weekend, Jack, your party is gonna be sick!" Kazuo reoriented himself, shaking garbage off his hair, a malicious grin overtaking his face.  So.  Jack was hosting a party.  He knew Jack, and he knew there would be copious amounts of weed and booze.

Everyone would be way too wasted to notice if he showed up in disguise.

Perfect.

He popped out of the dumpster, shook the rest of the crap off him, and went to go fetch his shoes - but failing to get his socks - via hucking rocks at them.  Feeling better about the day, he headed for home.  He knew his dad would probably be home - he worked from home, but fuck if he knew what his old man did.  He had a couple theories - either he was running an off track betting business or was the world's worst phone sex operator.  Home wasn't too far away.

He carefully opened the door, peering into the living room.  His father was angrily pounding away at his new computer, cigarette in mouth, hard liquor in a glass next to him - he'd surprisingly given Kazuo his old Gateway, and he'd upgraded it to Windows 98 so now he could look at whatever lecherous things he wanted on AOL without worrying the old man would find out.  He slipped into his room, locking the door behind him.  He dug around the bottom of his closet, pulling out a backpack and unzipping it.  He pulled out a beige eye patch with a large googly eye glued to it.

It was dumb, but damn if it didn't always convince a bunch of wasted idiots that he had two eyes.  Also in the bag were a bunch of paint balloons and two five pound bags of flour, plus a pair of beige gloves.  All he needed now was a package of sliced cheese and round deli meat like bologna.  He needed all this to cause maximum damage at the party.  He also needed a couple peanut butter sandwiches, but it was early, and he didn't want to talk to his dad.  Kazuo also pulled out his platform shoes - they added a full two inches to his height, making it way harder to pin the chaos on him.

He repacked his supplies, pleased.  All he had to do now was wait.

—--

It was right about midnight, when most partygoers are good and drunk.  Kazuo had added a pack of sliced cheddar, a pack of bologna, and two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to his arsenal.  He also had an empty bottle of cheap grain alcohol he'd filled with water and isopropyl alcohol to appease any overzealous doormen. 

Jack's house wasn't hard for him to find - he'd gone over plenty of times before the accident to play He-Man.  He could hear music playing, and he hummed softly, skipping once, pleased with the idea of destroying a good portion of his house.  He felt a minor twinge of guilt - Jack's mother was nice, not her fault he'd become a dickbag.  His father….eh.  He walked up the steps, a swagger in his step.  Kazuo put on his plain hoodie and gloves and opened the door, nodding to the sloshed teens, handing the closest one his bottle.

He went upstairs first.  It would be easier to work up to down - and it was quieter upstairs.  He peeked into Jack's parents' room - empty, and snuck in, surveying.  They had both a VCR and DVD player, which brought him great delight.  He pulled off his pack, turned on and opened the DVD player, flung out the disc and replaced it with a slice of bologna, hit play, then checked the VCR, turned it on, slipped in a PB&J, and hit play.  Next was the air vents, which he carefully emptied part of a bag of flour into.  

He turned his attention to the floor vent, and dropped in a couple slices of cheese.  Then, he slipped into the bathroom, grabbing a paint balloon.  Taking aim at the toilet from across the room, he hurled a balloon into the bowl, where it exploded - and not with just any paint - it was glitter paint.  He immediately gave the shower the same treatment.

He left the room, carefully closing the door, turning to Jack's room.  Oh, he had plans for that.  He cracked the door, scanning the room.  It was empty.  He did the usual - wall vents, food in the electronics, but the heating vent…

He stepped up to it, and unzipped his pants, laughing quietly to himself.  He'd choked down an entire can of asparagus just for this.  Kazuo sighed as he emptied his bladder into the ductwork.  Good luck getting this out.  The fact that it was November and Jack would need the heat only made this funnier to him.

He finished and zipped up, threw in cheese for extra evil, then left the bedroom and hit the bathroom across the way with paint.  Finished with the upstairs, he carefully made his way down, looking out over a sea of drunk teenagers.  He sidled into the kitchen, put a bunch of soda cans into the freezer along with a well-aimed paint balloon, and decided he should probably take off.  He looked back in on the living room, nothing that everyone was either asleep or so drunk they had the reflexes of a sloth 

He reached into his pocket - as an artist, he always had an abundance of Sharpies - and drew some elaborate dickage on Jack's face, then on several other people's faces for good measure.  Then he heard a girl's voice, protesting, and turned, seeing Jen Hansen drunkenly pushing an even drunker Marco off her, while he kept groping at her.  Immediately, Kazuo was angry.  Sure, Jen had never been nice to him, she was the quintessential mean girl, but she didn't deserve to be assaulted.

He approached, and lowered his voice, "Leave her alone, man," and took Jen's hand, "I'll take you home." He knew exactly where her house was because he'd egged it a few times.  "Thank yooouuuu," she slurred, putting one arm around him, leaning her head on his shoulder.  He led her down the front steps, while she squinted up at him, "Who are you?" "A friend." "You're cute." A hard blush overtook his face despite his raging homosexuality,

"You wouldn't think so if you weren't hammered."

She groaned, suddenly retching, and he steered her towards some shrubbery to let her feed the plants.  She finished, putting one arm around her as she shivered, trying to get her home as soon as possible.  He helped her up the steps to her house, watching as she unlocked the door and opened it.  Then, she turned, throwing her arms around him, "Thank you.  I love you."

Kazuo stiffened.  He knew it was because she was wasted, but it had been a very long time since anyone had said they loved him.  He blinked back tears, "Glad you're home safe, Jen.  Take care." She went inside, and he turned away, tears streaming down his face.

He ran.

Snow flurries began to fall around him as he kept running, making it back to the brownstone.  He slipped inside quietly, putting out the lit cigarette in the ashtray by the couch - an ashtray he'd made as a child because that's what you did in art class back then, call it a last-ditch effort to make his father love him.  Kazuo didn't see his father at all.  He headed for his room, undressed, and stared at himself in the mirror.

The scar that cut across his abdomen from the accident.

The scar on his back where his father had beaten him with a belt.

The enormous scar that took up the right side of his face, a glaring reminder that he had lost the only person in the world who really loved him.

"Look at me, mom…I…" His shoulders slumped.  Then he glanced at the wall, at a painting his mother had done, and sat on the bed, staring at it.  It had always comforted him.  It showed a man with graying hair in front of a lake.  He had very kind eyes and a gentle smile on his face.  Kazuo wondered who he was.

He wondered if it was his grandfather's boss.  Kazuo vaguely remembered his grandfather describing the man as a "gentle spitfire." He sprawled out in bed, pulling his ratty He-Man comforter up against the cold.  He had done both good and evil tonight.  He knew he wasn't a bad person, he'd just been dealt a shitty hand in life.

He shut his eye with a deep sigh.

Maybe, eventually, things would balance out.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Wishing it Wasn't" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 15/18: What Once Was Mine Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: Teen Word Count: (1K/19.5K) Summary: Season 2 Canon Divergence: When Neal tells Emma he has a fiancée, she claims to have a new boyfriend of her own, and blurts out the first fairytale name she can think of: Captain Hook. Killian agrees to this ruse, but when feelings grow between the two, will the con be more than they can handle? Chapter Summary: Emma comforts a dying Killian and seeks to save him. Tags: season 2, canon divergence, gun violence, angst with a happy ending, fake dating, mild character death, mildly anti neal Author's notes: nah Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @pawshapedheart  [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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 "Hook!" Emma called out, watching in horror as Tamara's bullet lodged itself in his chest. He tumbled back, and her instinct was to run to him, keep him from falling, see if there was anything she could do to help him.

 But instead he told her to get back, something about a bean, and she tried to, but soon saw a portal open in front of them. Her dad and Neal jumped back in time, but Killian didn't have the strength to, and started to slip into the portal.

 "Killian!" Emma dove forward across the hard floor, trying to grab him before he fell all the way down.

 By some miracle, just before he dipped out of sight, she grabbed his hook, clinging desperately to it.

 "Emma!" David and Neal were already at her side, trying to help pull her up.

 "Emma, what are you doing?" Killian asked. "You don't need to do this!"

 "I'm not gonna let you go." Emma said. "You just got shot."

 "Then let me go!" Killian said. "I'm a dying man anyways!"

 "I'm not gonna leave you!" Emma said.

 She knew all about getting left behind- and she couldn't let that happen to Killian, not after everything he'd risked to save her now. He'd taken that bullet for her, for all of them, and his sacrifice couldn't be in vain.

 With the help of her dad and Neal, they somehow managed to pull Killian out of the portal, just in time before it closed, and all four of them sat on the floor, all breathing heavily- except Killian, who was scarcely breathing at all. Emma knelt next to him and pulled him into her lap.

 "There's still time to get to Tamara." David said, springing to his feet.

 "Right." Emma said, trying to get her mind back on the task at hand.

 "We've got this." Neal said.

 "What?" Emma asked.

 "Neal's right." David said. "See if there's anything you can do for him."

 "But…!" The guys were already off to get the jump on Tamara, leaving Emma alone with a dying Killian.

 Killian tried to smile through the pain. It almost would've been easier if Emma didn't have to see him like this, blood spilling out of his chest, wincing, bruised and battered and at the end of his rope.

 "Emma," he smiled, "you didn't need to do that."

 He could see how hard she was trying to hold back her tears, bite back the pain.

 "It's gonna be alright." She said. "Hang in there, buddy."

 He watched Emma pull out her talking phone and press a few buttons on it, then held it up to her face.

 "We have an emergency at the cannery. We need an ambulance now! Someone's been shot."

 She nodded and tacked on a "hurry," then set the phone down.

 Killian smiled, sure that this was a show of genuine concern on his part. With what little strength he had, he reached up to stroke her face.

 "Why, Swan," he said, "I didn't know you cared."

 "Keep smiling, buddy." She said, this time using a fake smile for his comfort, trying to convince him that he'd make it out of this one alive. She took his hand and brought it close to her face.

 "It's gonna be alright."

 A tear broke through her meticulously crafted barriers. He reached out with his thumb and brushed it away, stealing one last smile from Emma as his eyes closed their last.

 "Hook?" Emma asked, watching his eyes close. "Killian? Killian, please."

 She brushed away another tear, then clasped her other hand around his and kissed his knuckles.

 "Killian," she whispered, "come back to me."

 He didn't.

  "This isn't how it's supposed to be." Emma thought. "This can't be the end for him."

 She knew there was little that Doctor Whale could do for him even when he did arrive. This was beyond even modern medicine's capacity to help- just like Henry when he was poisoned.

 Then though, it was different. Henry hadn't been attacked by this world's weapons, he was attacked by magic- so only magic could heal him. Magic couldn't heal Killian, not from a gunshot.

 Could it?

 She pressed her lips against his forehead. Nothing. Either it wasn't true love, or a bullet doesn't count as a curse. That was the only magic she knew how to use.

 But surely there was something else she could do. Gold healed Belle when she was shot at the town line, didn't he- and Emma had a little magic of her own, even if she'd never used it intentionally.

 Emma placed her hands over the wound and took a deep breath. She'd never been taught how to do anything like this, but she knew she couldn't make the situation any worse than it already was.

 She didn't know how to do what needed to be done, but she knew what needed to happen. She knew the bullet needed to get out of his chest, she knew the blood needed to go back in, she knew any damage it caused needed to be healed. She knew she needed her pirate back, needed to see him smile and call her love, needed to feel his arms around her just one more time.

 She knew that, even if he didn't have feelings for her, she still had feelings for him, and that should be enough to save him. She should be enough to save him.

 "I am the Savior, after all." Emma whispered. "And Killian, no matter what it takes, I will save you."

 Then something happened, like a flash, like a bolt of lightning coming out of her hands, but it felt like trying to hold a rainbow. She could almost see inside his chest, almost feel the bullet dislodge, almost flow with the blood back where it belonged, almost touch the wound herself to close it.

 Then the light disappeared, making the room feel even darker than before. Emma breathed heavily, looking down at the backs and front of her hands.

 Had she really just done it?

 She looked down at his chest- no longer did blood stain his shirt. The bullet sat atop his chest, but it rolled off and clattered on the floor- as his chest heaved and he gasped for air.

 Had she really saved him?

 "Hook?" Emma asked.

 Killian raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Did you miss me, love?"

 Apparently, she did, because she found herself pulling him into a hug. His arms wrapped around her tightly, tighter than she'd ever been hugged in her life- and yet the gentlest hug she could imagine.

 "What happened?" He whispered.

 "I think I just saved you." Emma said.

 "You what?" He let go of her and pulled away a little.

 "I guess I have magic." Emma smiled down at her hands.

 "Swan…."

 There were sirens outside- the ambulance was there in record time.

 "I don't know if my work's permanent." Emma said. "We gotta get you to the hospital. Don't move; we'll come right back for you."

 She got up, but he grabbed her hand before she could walk away.

 "Swan."

 "What?" She asked.

 "If they put me in that big car with the noisy lights on top," Killian asked, "you won't make me go alone?"

 Emma smiled. "Of course not."

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

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THE BABIES ARE BIG 🙏 And They got quite the lives ahead of them to that imma share with yall teehee

Note: I'm making WAY more baby stuff, just posting this since I'm planning on making a few fits when their older ^^

Lets start with our Second Oldest little man... Jeremiah!

Jeri is about 19, and he's working off and around bases helping to fix tech- he's a mechanic! Usually working with his fathers old machines and such, but he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty with some old trucks or motorbikes.

Hes the handy man, and he's always itching to keep himself busy and help in anyway he can.

When he's not working, he's training. Becoming a pretty talented guy in archery, and he's getting to the point be rarely misses a target.

He doesn't live in the rebellion base with mom anymore, he's off in one with Brooklyn, living with his boyfriend.

And next up is David!

Davids... Rough, to say the least. He may be 18 but he thinks he's invincible, taking hit after hit.

Youd think it would a terrible mind-set on its own... But this guy is a Battle Nexus Champion in Big Mama's underground arena, where she still puts on sick shows with as many mutilated, Kraang infested creatures she can find.

He's constantly a challenger there, the finery rage and personality is probably the only thing keeping him alive at this point, let alone when he decides to run off for days on end out into the world.

he's jumping around living, sometimes, wether it be at the Nexus, or some place that welcomes him in- and it's rare for him to be seen at the old rebellion base.

Hes also ditched his beanie, which is a shock since it seemed almost impossible to pry the thing off his head when he was little.

And now my favorite to draw, The Twins!

I think it's obvious to see the Pilar opposites they've become. Zuccone leans toward his moms personality, out going and ready for any party!

Niccolo is more easy, likes to keep to himself and stays to his studies and gardening, but he does like going out and spending time with his twin when he gets the time.

Especially training, they love training with one another, both well trained in using shurikens.

As for work, Zuccone does trading jobs all over the place, so his living situation is similar to David's. Niccolo usually tags along, helping in food trades since he's in charge of the food and rations supply at the base, he's also the bug guy taking care of the garden! While also doing some Tai chi with his uncle Mikey.

Niccolo stays with mom at the rebellion, he's a lot of her company anymore and refuses to leave.

And the youngest out of them all... Magdeline!

Maggies only a young teen, and has a whole lot of her life to still be planned (yes, she has an entire work book filled out)

She also works at the Nexus, as Big Mama's little right hand lady. She gives and receives messages, gets Mama's tea, and makes sure to keep an eye on her big brother.

She loves with Big Mama which is... Tough, she's homesick and misses her family, but after she agreed to work for Big Mama, she can't leave, only her family can come to her, and they're all so busy she rarely sees them anymore- it's pretty hard on someone who's barely 13.

And that's the MUCH into the future lives of the new Genration of Hamatos! I'll be posting a oneshot about them sometime soon, so be on the lookout!

[taiblogcomics]

No One’s Red Raven About Her Disappearance, I Bet

Hey there, opinionated smoke detectors. Well, we're back in the pit. We got the final six issues of Avengers Arena to get through, so we might as well get started, yes?

Here's the cover:

Okay, this is my favourite cover of the whole series. I don't need to see the next five or remember the previous 12 (most of which were movie ripoffs anyway). This one wins. If you ain't read Runaways--well, first of all, go read at least the first volume (#1-18) of Runaways, it's my favourite comic of all time and you're missing out--but also, Molly Hayes is one of Nico and Chase's fellow Runaways. The youngest of the team and a genuine sweet kid. So of course she would make this poster. And secondly, the two implications here: A) someone in the outside world has finally noticed 16 superhero kids have gone missing, and 2) enough people care to take Molly's... hashtag, I guess?

So we open with Arcade with his stringy red hair and goofy white tuxedo, which is never a good way to start a comic. He's in a good mood, which is also never a good way to start. He's strutting around, preeening and plotting about what his next way to escalate his stupid teenage death game will be. Meanwhile, his robot secretary is repeatedly trying to get his attention for something important. He's as douchey a boss as he is a supervillain, though, so he keeps ignoring her until she yells, and he asks what's so important to interrupt his being-a-douche time.

That's when Giant Man, Thor, Wolverine, Captain Britain, and the Hulk bust through his ceiling~

Alas, the comic is not about to get cool and give him a comeuppance he richly deserves. No, it's all holograms Robot Secretary has conjured up. He concedes, and listens to her, though he's still snotty about it. "I gave you every possible detail, what could you possibly have to bother me with?" And what she needs is for him to authorise a particular "trump card". See, someone's finally noticed the kids are missing (Arcade, in his infinite douchiness, is like "Already? My family didn't notice I went missing for months.") and it's the worst possible person. It's not a parent or teacher or spurned lover. It's Molly Hayes~

And indeed, our dear Molly is confronting Giant Man (Hank Pym, in case you weren't sure) at Avengers Academy over the fact that he promised they'd be safe. But she hasn't seen Nico or Chase in weeks, and that means bad guys stole them. Kid's fucking sharp, you see why she's my favourite? Karolina Dean and Julie Power (AKA Lightspeed of the former Power Pack) apologise to Hank, figuring Nico and Chase just ran off to do horny teenage things. Molly's still throwing a fit, though, and she pounds the ground hard enough to break it.

Karolina and Julie pull her off, continuing to apologise. See, Old Lace, the velociraptor Chase has a psychic bond with (seriously, read Runaways), is moping about and won't even eat. They figure if he was in actual danger, she'd be all on alert, but she clearly just misses him. Even so, Hank promises to try and look into it for the kids, and Molly gives him a kiss on the cheek as thanks, because she's a sweetie. As they're leaving, he asks when Nico and Chase went missing, and that's when the other shoe drops: it was three weeks ago, right after Christmas.

As Hank is next seen explaining to Tigra, sure, two teens running off, that wouldn't be so unusual. But the fact that they disappeared the same day several of their own Academy students (Mettle, Hazmat, Reptil, possibly X-23 and Juston as well) went off the radar, well... that's a bit suspicious, isn't it? Now, Mettle and Hazmat were 1) a couple, and B) not supported as such by Hazmat's parents, so they didn't think too much of it at the time. And they're also graduates of the Academy, not like they just left their rooms. But still, Hank wants to ask around to some of their friends.

There's a few cameos here. On the Academy grounds alone, he talks with students Finesse and White Tiger. The former, she drifted apart from both X-23 and Reptil, since she has difficulty with emotional closeness, and doesn't know where they are. White Tiger, meanwhile, also knew Reptil, but when he got focused on finding his parents, she gave him his space. She'd want the same if she got any leads on her own parents' deaths, after all. Likewise, some calls, and Wolverine reports none of his kids are missing (if anything, he wishes a few would, give him a moment's peace). He heard something from Captain Britain, though...

Indeed, the Braddock Academy also has a few students gone walkabout, but since they're the usual delinquents, he didn't think much of it. It isn't even the first time this particular group has left school grounds, they usually turn up on social media after a few days. He helpfully forwards a pic of Anachronism cupping the breasts on the Venus de Milo as an example. Captain Britain asks Hank if his campus has any security footage, and they do, of course. But Hazmat knocked it out before she left, and they haven't gotten it back yet. In fact, the only person who could get it up faster... is Juston Seyfert.

They call up Juston's father, who is now kind of incensed with them. He withdrew Juston from the academy for safety concerns (since Juston's only power was "owns a giant robot"), and doesn't want anything to do with them now. They just want to check, since several of their own students went missing, and Mr. Seyfert replies that Juston is fine, he's out playing with his brother right now. And we cut to a POV shot of Juston's brother, Chris, and it's clear that the POV is from a Life-Model Decoy. That is to say, a robot duplicate that looks human.

So Hank takes it to the top: SHIELD. He talks with Maria Hill about teleportation tech, and she shows him a map where teleportation signatures go off across the planet, including a signature from around Chase and Nico's place. However, she won't give more detailed info, because it's highly classified. She does give him one piece of info, though: a girl with Deathlok tech disappeared right around the same time. But she's accounted that one as a time travel thing, so it's not important to their investigation. ...Right?

So Hank's a bit stuck. He's got at least a dozen kids missing, no leads. (As far as he knows, Juston's accounted for, and Cammi, Red Raven, and Darkhawk aren't brought up at all.) He can't put the pieces together, there's no real connection, especially when places like the Jean Grey School and the Wakanda Academy haven't been hit. He's fretting himself sick, and Tigra and his other colleagues are beginning to get worried. And that's when Finesse comes in with a phone call for him. It's Mettle, asking to meet.

They figure obviously this might be a trap. But then Mettle pulls up at their designated meeting spot (which he picked, of course), and explains he did, in fact, elope with Hazmat (who of course didn't feel safe enough to come along) and he's lying low because her parents filed kidnapping charges. Hank runs a scan, confirming that Mettle's DNA, retinas, and voice all match, so he's not a Skrull (and Hank would know, having spent several months replaced by one back in Secret Invasion). But Mettle's iridium body is just too dense to run a deeper scan out in the open. Well, isn't that convenient~?

Mettle says he's glad they're missed, at least, and peels off again. Hank accepts that maybe he and Molly just have difficulty accepting change. And the whole time, Arcade is watching from his creepy little basement lair, gloating at how thoroughly he's tricked them. The fake Mettle was the previously discussed trump card, since his already metal skin hides the cybernetics well. And all of this means he'll prove himself a great villain and get respect, everyone will line up to suck his dick, blah blah blah. The issue ends with him being smug, and isn't that just a great way to come back to this series~?

While I do dislike this issue because it’s just more of Arcade being a smug smuggy-smug who has all the powers and is Teh Very Best Evar, I also really like it for the parts that aren’t that. Hank Pym may not be perfect or, like, anyone’s favourite hero. But here he is, moving heaven and earth to find a lead to track down these missing kids. And that, I certainly appreciate. i get the feeling that, despite being smug and douchey, Arcade didn’t cover his tracks as well as he thinks and this is all gonna come crashing back on him later. I can at least hope that’s the case~

Also, seriously, one last time: go read Runaways. Even the weaker arcs in later volumes are still better than this dreck~

[barovianbitches]

Would You Like Me A Little Bit Better? - Bettany Blackstarr

“I don't… I don’t have the money for that.” The young man admitted, shuffling in his worn-in leather boots. The Orkish barkeep glared down at him with a fierce gaze, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “Mummy didn’t give you your lunch money, eh, kid?” He snorted, large tusks extruding from his bottom lip as he laughed a deep rumbling noise. His eyes glinted with malice. “Please, I just need it for one night, that’s it,” Bettany begged, his legs wobbling from his long travels. The last town he’d stayed in had been over 16 hours away, and he’d walked straight from there.

“Tough luck, lad,” The barkeep chuckled, “you’ve mistaken my place of business for a fuckin’ charity. What’s a young thing like you doin’ out at this time of evenin��� anyway? Didn’t you see the signs, or can you not read, either?” He jabbed a green thumb toward a wooden plaque that read: 18 and unders will be kicked out NO EXCEPTIONS!

I’m not a kid! He wanted to scream.

His slender frame and bad posture led many to think he was a young teen, thus many treated him as such. As if he wouldn’t be able to handle more “adult” subjects of conversation.

 “I’m twenty,” Bettany muttered, voice barely above a whisper as he frowned at the sign. “Right, and Imma pixie,” The orkish set down the glass he’d been polishing with a dull thud, he gripped his hands on the counter as he bent to Bettany’s height. “You can’t pay? Then get out of my FUCKING bar!” He roared, spittle splattering across Bettany’s face. “And for god's sake, cover that disgusting face of yours. You’re going to scare off my PAYING customers.” Bettany winced, his lip trembling furiously as a lump raised in his throat. “Please,” Bettany whispered once more, his nervous eyes looking to the spot on the counter between the Ork’s giant hands. “Are you STUPID or somethin’? OUT!!!” The barkeep bellowed, jabbing a furious finger past Bettany’s face and towards the door. Bettany scrambled backward, stumbling towards the door. Bettany hung his head low as the other patrons of the bar watched him leave, their curious whispers following him as he retreated.

The door slammed behind him, and the minute he left a joyous roar of laughter erupted from the grimy windows, as the guests of the establishment quickly jumped back into their festivities. Rain pounded the dirt streets, mud pockets burbling up from the earth as the storm thundered above. Bettany exhaled sharply, trying to stop tears from running down his face

He slouched away from the tavern door, trying to keep to the shadows as opposed to walking in the lantern-lit streets. He just had to find something to sleep under, some shelter from this rain that had already soaked him to the bone.

Bettany managed to find a somewhat covered alleyway between two of the larger structures. There were even bins of trash for him to look through for something to eat. He began to forage through the trash, desperate for anything to quelch the hunger that hollowed his stomach. The hair on the back of his neck prickled, and Bettany realized he wasn’t alone. He slowly glanced over his shoulder, spotting a large half-wolf that smoked behind an alleyway. 

“Hey!” The man called to Bettany who turned back to his foraging, twitching with irritation. He was tired and didn’t have time for this. “You lost, kitty?” The guy snorted, flicking the cigarette out of his teeth as he stomped on the bud. He was far older and larger than Bettany. “I’m fine,” Bettany said, not turning towards the man, keeping his body submerged in the shadows. The man grinned a pointed smile at him, lumbering towards Bettany.

“Pretty thing, aren’t you?” He purred, “half of you, at least.” Bettany tensed as he felt a clawed hand touch the small of his back, cold fear racing down his spine. He froze as the man reached a hand up under his chin, roughly turning Bettany’s head to meet his eyes. “The name’s Gonk,” He muttered, looking exclusively at Bettany’s mouth, inhaling deeply through wolf-like nostrils “And you, kitten, are the best meal I’ve yet to have.” Bettany squirmed, but Gonk’s grip was as strong as steel.

“Let go of me,” Bettany hissed, his eyes ablaze with anger, his eyes watering as the stench of Gonk’s matted fur filled his nostrils. A scent like wet dog and hot oil. “Come on, play nice, kitten.” Gonk tutted, “You’ll do perfectly.”

Bettany tried to summon a spell, anything… But he was too tired, and the blue energy faded from his eyes as his throat was clutched by the wolfman.

“No,” Bettany groaned, his head feeling dizzy as Gonk’s claws gripped into his neck, the man grinning as he deeply inhaled at the base of Bettany’s neck. “Like vanilla and clove,” Gonk slobbered, smelling Bettany’s skin deeply. Bettany knew he smelled far from vanilla OR clove, but he was too paralyzed with fear to mention that at the moment. “HEY! Shithead!” a voice rang out, causing Gonk to loosen his grip on Bettany. Dark red tiefling wearing dark leather armor nodded in his direction. He was much taller than Bettany, with dark black hair slicked back into a short mullet. His pointed tail twitched as his green eyes narrowed at the sight of the wolfman. 

“Ah, little hero is back from his adventure?” Gonk snarled, bearing his teeth at “fuck off Kaiper, leave me and my date be.”

“Not to stick my nose in yeh business, but I’m pretty sure a date implies both parties are consenting, yeh?” The tiefling, Kaiper, looked to Bettany, “You okay there, lovey?”

Bettany shook his head rapidly. Kaiper nodded, unbuckling a long sword from its hilt. “That’s what I thought,” Kaiper said, tossing the blade in the air and catching the grip. He waved the blade at Gonk. 

It was an ornate hilt of black iron and silver rings that twisted in a snake-like pattern, the cross guard splayed into spikes, like the spine of a dragon. The pommel was encrusted with a shimmering emerald carved to a faceted sphere. The blade was leaf-shaped, tapering off into a fine point.

“You see that, bruv?” Kaiper sneered, “Silver that is. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but silver tends to fuck up blokes like you, yeh?”

Gonk growled as the point was brought to his throat. Kaiper’s eyes narrowed at him, and he jutted his chin out. “Come on now, fuck off,” Kaiper instructed.

Gonk roughly released Bettany, shoving the small man into the wall harshly as he lumbered out of the alleyway, murmuring profanities under his breath. “Thank you,” Bettany coughed, Kaiper offered a gloved hand to help him back to his feet. “Come on, lovey, let’s get you somewhere safe, yeh?” Kaiper said as Bettany gratefully accepted his offer, struggling to his feet.

Kaiper, despite being so brutal to Gonk, held Bettany very gently, leading him down the street and into a small flat. He led Bettany into the backroom, the bedroom, and walked him over to a mattress in the corner. Kaiper hefted Bettany into the small bed, a cloud of dust poofing upwards as Bettany’s weight fell on it. 

“Sorry ‘bout the mess, I only just rolled back into town.” Kaiper explained, “My crew and I were off fighting a mind flayer off the sword coast. Nasty business.” Kaiper noticed Bettany wasn’t exactly in the talkative mood, so he pursed his lips. He put his hands on his hips and bounced on his heels slightly. “You can sleep here for the night, don’t worry about old Gonk, he’s a clown, but he won't bother you anymore. Kaiper said, shrugging off his gear, and walking to a wardrobe where he collected a large knit blanket made up of colorful tetric designs.

Kaiper handed it to Bettany, looking down at the small druid as he snuggled under the blanket. Bettany was seemingly unbothered by his sodden clothes, but Kaiper didn’t want the man to get sick. “If you give me your clothes, I can wash them for you,” Kaiper sighed, his pointy ears flattening for a second as his tail twitched, “You can keep on your unders of course, and I won't watch you undress, so don’tchu worry over that.”

Bettany blushed almost as red as Kaiper, he nodded silently as he began to unbutton his blouse, Kaiper kept to his word and turned his back, his tail swishing as he stared at the wall in front of him. Bettany folded his discarded clothes into a neat pile as he set them at the foot of the bed, pulling up the blanket to cover any of his bear skin that might show. “Okay…” croaked Bettany, golden eyes peeking over the edge of the blanket as Kaiper turned around. Kaiper swiftly collected the clothes, moving to the closed door with grace. He put a clawed hand on the handle, opening it with a creak before he turned around to face Bettany again. “I won’t bother you again tonight, I’ll bring these back in the morning, yeh?” Kaiper spoke firmly, but with compassion.

“Okay,” Bettany responded. “I’ll see you in the morning, lovey,” Kaiper said before quietly closing the door behind him.

Bettany tried to keep his mind alert, sure Kaiper seemed like a nice guy, but trusting people got you nowhere… He struggled to keep his eyes open, noting every last detail of his surroundings, down to the web-like cracks in the plaster and the faint drip from the ceiling in the far right corner of the room. But eventually, his exhaustion won out, and the pounding of the rain on the windows lulled Bettany into a deep sleep. 

Bettany stirred, jumping at the sight of a horned figure standing at the foot of his bed. Kaiper froze, Bettany’s freshly laundered clothes in his hands.

“Sorry, lovey, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just returning your goods,” Kaiper explained, nodding to the neatly folded fabric he held.

“Thank you… Kaiper,” Bettany hummed, his body perfectly comfortable in the lumpy bed, feeling warm and safe for the first time in ages as the morning sun trickled through the windows. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t catch your name by the way,” Kaiper let out a twinkling laugh, shaking his head, “I swear, I usually would buy a guy like you a meal and ask his name before I bring him back to my home.”

Bettany felt his heart skip as he laughed nervously. “That’s okay, hah, I uh… Blackstarr. Bettany Blackstarr.” He introduced himself, color flooding to his cheeks as he blinked at Kaiper. “Nice to meet you, Bettany Blackstarr, I’m Kaiper Whitlem.” The fighter extended a hand for Bettany to shake, Bettany took it cautiously. A wave of electricity ran down his arm from where he touched Kaiper, like a buzz. It took everything he had not to jerk his arm away immediately. 

“Pleasure,” Bettany muttered. Kaiper grinned as he removed his hand, studying Bettany with curious green eyes, a gaze that made Bettany’s stomach churn. Kaiper grinned at him, nodding his head over his shoulder towards the door in the corner. “Come on, lovey, let’s have some breakfast.” Kaiper slunk from the room, his red tail flicking around the corner. Bettany followed him out into the rest of the flat. It was a bit dusty, but covered in maps of the sea, banners of different ships hung victoriously from the shelves which were filled with oddities collected from years of travel. Bettany felt particularly interested by a statue of a golden bat with a blue icosahedron gem that was clasped in its delicate wings.

“you want coffee?” Kaiper asked from where he was clanking around in the kitchen. Bettany was too distracted to answer.

“that one tickling your fancy, yeh?” Kaiper asked, having silently appeared behind Bettany, who jumped.

“Oh uh, yeah I like the… detail,” Bettany explained, feeling intimidated by the taller man.

“Took that lad from a band of thieves. Been meaning to return it to it’s village, but it’ll stay here for now.” Kaiper had a distant look in his eye as he observed the small figurine.

 “Coffee?” He asked again, turning back to Bettany.

“Oh- no, I’m fine,” Bettany smiled, looking up at Kaiper who nodded.

“I get it, when I drink it it’s mostly rum anyways,” the young tiefling smiled a wry smile, leading Bettany to the kitchen, “come.”

Kaiper say Bettany in a rickety wooden chair, setting a bowl of porridge the color of fog in front of him. He patted Bettany’s shoulder, his touch lingering for a second longer than needed before he sat across from Bettany at the table.

“You ever think about adventuring?” The pirate asked, crossing his arms. Bettany shook his head wildly, “No! It’s definitely not for me, I uh… I much prefer staying safe.” He admitted sheepishly, smiling shyly. Bettany poked around at his porridge, but didn’t eat. “Not much safe about wandering a strange town at night, Bettany,” Kaiper countered, “there’s an adventurer in you. You just haven’t unlocked it yet.”

Bettany felt doubtful, but he merely shrugged in response. “Maybe…” He concluded.

“Yous a spellcaster, right? I saw your eyes glowing in the alley,” Kaiper asked, “Warlock or something, yeh?”

Bettany shook his head, “no, not a warlock, I’m a Druid.”

He conjured some magic to his hand, summoning a small dandelion that he set on the table in front of Kaiper, his cheeks blushing.

Kaiper smiled excitedly as he snatched up the flower, “a man of nature, impressive. I never had the talent for magic, it’s why I stick to these.” Kaiper referred to the many weapons already strapped to his person this early in the morning.

“I tell yuh though, you don’t need spells to charm.” Kaiper grinned, his voice coming out as a purr. Bettany flushed again. It wasn’t like what Gonk had done last night, Kaiper was kind, and his cadence was nothing but respectful.

“you gotta lady wherever you’re from,” Kaiper asked, a rouge fang extruding from his lips, “or maybe a fella?”

The tiefling raised his eyebrows, his emerald eyes twinkling.

Bettany coughed, shaking his head, “no… neither I uh… no.”

“That’s a downright shame. I’d say you were quite the catch…” Kaiper hummed. Bettany felt himself sweat. He needed to leave before he did anything irrational. Even though his every instinct was screaming to leave, he couldn’t help but look at Kaiper’s lips, surprisingly soft for a pirate.

“You staying ‘round in town much longer?” Kaiper asked, reclining in his chair as he twirled a dagger between his fingers.

“I’ve got to get going…” Bettany explained, “It’s best if I don’t stick around in one place for too long. Besides, you’ve got to get back to your crew… thank you though, this was really lovely.” Bettany stood, his chair screeching against the wooden floors. He began towards the door.

“Wait!” Kaiper called. Bettany paused, turning back towards his new friend. Kaiper reached a heavily ringed hand up to Bettany’s cheek.

“this okay, yeh?” Kaiper muttered, his eyes flicking to Bettany’s for clarification. Bettany nodded eagerly, his mind racing.

“yes,” Bettany replied.

With a smile, Kaiper brushed a loose strand of hair away as he leaned in and gently kissed Bettany. Bettany’s heart thudded like it was being shaken in a jar, closing his eyes as he leaned into the kiss. Kaiper playfully bit his bottom lip before pulling away, grinning as if he’d just snagged a satchel of gold. Bettany kept his eyes closed for a second, still shaken by the suddenness of it all.

“For luck,” Kaiper grinned, “Lemme know if you ever change your mind about the whole adventuring gig. We could always use a druid like yourself on the high seas.” “Th-Thank you, but I-,” Bettany blushed madly, shaking his head to re-orient himself from the sudden kiss, “I don’t know if I’d fare well on a boat. I tend to get nauseous standing on land.” Kaiper let out a bark of  laughter, jovially bumping Bettany’s shoulder, “Still, you’ve got a place on my crew, okay, mate?” Bettany nodded, “I’ll keep you updated.” Kaiper grinned, “You ever need something? Check out a tavern, most know me by name. Ask for me, just make sure you say you’re a friend, yeh? They should tell you where I am, or direct you to someone who knows.” 

Bettany nodded, “Thank you, Kaiper, really.” “No problem, Bettany. With a name like yours, it really is a shame you aren’t a pirate.” Kaiper whistled, before taking a swig of his coffee. “I’ll let you get moving, see you around, lovey.” Bettany turned, offering the tiefling a smile before he left the flat, his cloak whipping behind him as he ventured off into the unknown again.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Heating up (Fic Part 191. Set in 2002)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"Now your ass may be sexy, but it ain't that sexy."

"You wound me, my love." He laughs.

"I don't look at your ass and immediately want to suck your dick, that's all I'm saying."

"That's fair."

"I love you, mon mari… Shannon leave my underwear alone."

"Just trying to get a good feel then get your hand out of my underwear."

"Alright, get a good feel then get your hand out of my underwear."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Your hands are cold, Shannon, that's my only issue, you have freezing cold hands right now."

"Oh shit, sorry. If I warm them up, can I keep groping?"

"Yes." Kirby nods.

"Right on," he looks up to Helms seriously, "Shane, flip for me."

Helms lifts an eyebrow before shrugging and lying down on his stomach. With an expert precision, Shannon begins massaging his back hard, warming his hands quickly and effectively.

"Are you using the human radiator I call my husband as a way to warm your hands?"

"Yes, and it's extremely effective."

"Kirby… do not make him stop…" Helms moans happily, obviously deeply enjoying the massage.

"I won't make him stop, I'm just asking if he's using you as a hand warmer… ya green goofball." She chuckles softly.

"He is. And I don't mind. Like using my superpowers for good. And if it involves letting this fool touch your butt, I'd say it's pretty good."

"Don't call him a fool."

"It's a nicer nickname than what I would call him as kids."

"What did you two call each other as kids?"

"Well, I'd usually call him a 'bitch-ass motherfucker' and then he'd call me a 'fucktard waffle' and then we'd kiss a lot. That was more as teens though."

"A fucktard waffle? Shannon what the hell is a fucktard waffle?"

"I think I heard it in a British movie as a kid. Someone called someone else a twat waffle. Didn't know what a twat was, but fucktard made sense to me and I liked the way it sounded." He shrugs.

"Twat is British slang for pussy, calling someone a twat waffle is basically calling them either an idiot or a pussy."

"Pussy waffle doesn't make much more sense than fucktard waffle. I stand by it."

"It's more like your calling them a complete idiot, it's just slightly nicer than calling them a cunt."

"I know it was probably a little different growing up with a lot of aunts and uncles and cousins, but hon, you gotta note that we grew up more or less dirt poor," Helms chuckles, "we hung out on the streets and thought we were tough and we had potty mouths. Kind of curbed them these days, but we used to cuss so much, it was hardly English anymore."

"I remember getting my mouth washed out with soap for calling Dwayne a dick head."

"Yeah… not a lot of soap on the streets. For mouths or armpits." Shannon laughs.

"I was gonna ask if you finally got some soap when you were in three count. Perhaps too much soap?"

"Okay, yeah, we were pretty shiny back then."

"I meant the boy band image, squeaky clean and never allowed to swear in front of potential fans."

"Yeah, pretty much. They cleaned us up, made Shannon stop dressing like he was homeless and gave us matching bandanas."

"I did watch you guys, you know… I think the first time I actually saw you guys was on one of Matt's tapes of you guys at an Omega show."

"Back when we were even tinier."

"He had put it on as part of trying to convince me not to put him in developmental, which wasn't my decision anyway, but I didn't even focus on Matt, I focused on everyone else and kept asking if they had a job or if we could hire them… he didn't answer any of my questions."

"You saying you saw us in Omega and liked us right away?"

"I wanted to hire you both, make sure WCW couldn't steal potentially great talent cause I knew that WCW were going down the toilet after hearing that Hogan was going to sign with them."

"God, fuck that guy." Shannon groans.

"Hogan is bad for business, I fucking hate him and I'm fairly sure he knows it."

"He must."

"It's not like I'm quiet about my hate for him."

"And he hates everyone who isn't him."

"He refuses to job, he only sees me as André's daughter and not as a fully grown woman who can easily snap his spine in half if he pisses me off."

"God that'd be hot," Helms murmurs, "Seeing you snap his spine like a twig."

"You wanna watch me prove how strong I can be, Shaney boy?"

"Yes please, but no lifting things."

"We have some logs outside I can split in two, would that fulfil your fantasy?" She teases.

"Yes please."

"Then I'll do that later, after Shannon's had the chance to compare our asses."

"Speaking of which, I think my hands are warm enough now."

"Feel away, blondie."

With an almost dramatic seriousness, Shannon begins gently groping both of them, nearly scientific in his rubbing and squeezing.

"Who has the better ass?"

"That's an evil question to ask." He chuckles.

"I just want to know if it's how I suspect it is and Shane has a finer ass than me, I think he has the best ass." She shrugs.

"His is more firm, but yours is rounder."

"So my ass is more like a peach?"

"Yeah. Like, his is a premature peach. More firm and smaller, but yours is a perfect peach. Soft and sweet and round."

"I like the way that sounds, I can now say I have a sweet ass."

"You do. No doubt about it."

"Would you two like to go outside and maybe have ourselves a little bonfire? Toast some marshmallows?"

"That sounds awesome."

"I don't know if anyone else is coming over today, but you missed out on Jeff and Delilah, Shannon."

"Jeez, was I really out that long?"

"I didn't want to wake you up, I thought you would be in a mood with me if I did."

"Well, they'll be back tomorrow, right? For your birthday?"

"I think so, I was asleep when they left."

"I'll see them tomorrow, no biggie."

"Well, that's if they're here tomorrow, Jeff made plans and I'm fairly certain they both forgot. But it's not a big deal."

"I don't think they forgot. Probably just working on a surprise."

"Oh hell no, I'm not good with surprises, I get all punchy."

"Please don't get punchy."

"I can't help it, a sudden shock to my system and my fists become faster than my brain."

"Then I'll tell them to make it a gradual surprise… if they were surprising you, that is."

"Thank you."

"My pleasure."

"We should head out now, it will mean we can get the fire going sooner and lay out there for longer, maybe even stargaze."

"Ooh, that sounds awesome!"

"Me and dad used to lay outside on a picnic blanket when I was young." Kirby murmurs as she gets up, putting on a jumper-dress and heading down to the back door.

Helms and Shannon each hustle to get dressed for the cold as they follow her.

"There's a couple tapes from before I was adopted where I was at bonfires with my parents and transfixed by the fire."

"And you haven't shown me yet?" Helms smiles.

"I don't know where they are."

"Probably somewhere in the attic."

"We'll find the tapes eventually, probably after I give birth though."

"I bet my buttons Lilith is gonna look just like you did as a baby."

"She might, then again, she might look like you did as a baby."

"Oof, I hope not," Shannon laughs, "I saw his baby pictures. His lips look cute now, but they were literally the same size as a baby."

"You've seen his baby pictures?!" She squeaks.

"Well, yeah. They used to be hung up everywhere around his parent's place."

"I swear I will break into your parents house just to see pictures of you as a baby, mon mari."

"They're not there anymore," he shrugs, "They replaced them all. With pictures of my brother. After… you know."

"Jesus, I just wanna strangle your mother, it's what the bitch deserves."

"She lost a kid," Helms sighs, "her first kid. Wouldn't you be crushed if we lost Lilith? Want to hang her picture everywhere, even if you couldn't afford new frames?"

"Shane, I wouldn't let it overshadow the fact I have more children, I wouldn't let it be the one thing that I constantly cling to as an excuse not to see my other children, I wouldn't kick my kids out for needing attention, I would protect and provide for my kids even if I go broke or die trying to protect them from the evil people in the world."

"You're a different person than my mother, then." He murmurs.

"I'm someone who doesn't call their kid a, I can't even bring myself to repeat what she called you, I love you, mon mari, I love you way more than your mother seems to, I would never hurt you or our kids, god forbid something bad happens to them, but I will carry on through thick and thin just to make sure my family is happy and together and I don't know how the fuck someone can kick their own child out after a mistake that your brother caused, because it wasn't your fault, it was his, Shane, he caused his own death, you are not to blame for it."

Helms goes a little quiet, drawing his knees up to his chest, "never thought about it that way…" he whispers, his voice hardly audible.

"Think about it, he made you drive him around at night when he knew you were inexperienced, he acted recklessly when he got in the car after his girlfriend broke up with him, which made you more nervous, his actions led to you being unable to stop the car from going off the road," Kirby explains softly, pulling Helms close to her, "it wasn't your fault."

He's trembling in her arms, burying his face in his knees, "dammit…" he whispers.

"Shh, you're okay, just breathe." She whispers, stroking his hair gently.

"I accepted it was my fault. I let myself accept it was my fault, cause that made how they treated me be okay. Made it make sense. But if it wasn't my fault, then they had no excuse. They just chose to hate me…" he mumbles, voice cracking.

"Shane, I love you, mon mari, but the way your parents acted makes them truly evil, but you don't have to talk to them, ever… you can just stay here with me and Shannon, and the Hardys and never speak to them again. They may have made you, but they didn't raise you, you raised yourself."

"Could you do it?" He mumbles, "Cut off your family like that? I know they hate me and mistreat me, but they were my family. Besides you guys, I don't have anyone else. No aunts, uncles, cousins, birth or adoptive or otherwise. I have you two, the Hardys and our future kids. It's… it feels really lonely in some way…"

"Shane, If I had grown up with my biological father being there every day, yelling at me all of the time, if I had grown up with my biological parents, I would have had a restraining order against them when I turned eighteen to protect myself from their torture of me."

"They may hate me, but I don't hate them. I can't hate them."

"Then don't cut them off, let your mother yell at you, let her call you a f-a-g, but I'm not sure I'll be able to control how I act if I hear her say anything I don't like."

"I get that." He chuckles softly, wiping at his eyes a little.

"I hope you won't hate me if I yell at your mother until she hangs up because she can't get a word in." She whispers, kissing his neck and sighing softly.

[sebastianstangirl01]

Lesson Learned

Title: Lesson Learned

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Teen Daughter

Warning’s: Fighting, unwanted touching, allusions to sexual assault (but no actual rape), hitting, language, fluffy ending

Summary: The reader gets herself into a bad situation with a boy and wishes that she would have listened to her dad.

Authors Note: This could be potentially triggering for people, though no actual rape happens I don’t want anyone being hurt by this fic so if you think you could be triggered please don’t read!!

“He’s a good guy dad! Why can’t you see that?!” You exclaimed walking into the house with your dad Maverick hot on your tail.

“He is 27 years old Y/N, your only 17 that is completely unacceptable!” Maverick said trying to keep his cool as he watched his pissed off teenage daughter stomp into the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing a Gatorade.

You had been dating this guy Skyler for about a month and yes he was 10 years older than you, but he was nice and seemed to really care about you. Obviously your dad wasn’t happy about you dating at all, much less someone 10 years older who he doesn’t get a good feel from.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’m almost 18 anyway. I’m basically an adult.” You said crossing your arms and leaning against the kitchen counter

“But your not 18 yet and until you are it is my job as your father to keep you from making stupid choices! I don’t want you seeing Skyler anymore.” Maverick said sternly making Y/N roll her eyes. “Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me! I’m trying to keep you safe!”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe dad! I can take care of myself!” You exclaimed slamming your hand against the island ignoring the sting from the contact and stomping up the stairs ignoring your dads shouts after you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Mitchell! Get your ass back down here right now!” Maverick exclaimed from the bottom of the stairs

“No! Leave me alone!” You yelled slamming your door before leaning up against it with a sigh

Tears clouded your vision you hated fighting with your dad he was your best friend, but these past few months with him being called back to Top Gun, Iceman your godfather dying, and your dad and Bradley finally making up after 10 years it’s been hard. Life has been very chaotic meaning that you and Maverick have been drifting a little bit, he was gone a lot meaning you would either stay with Penny and Amelia or Rooster when he was home.

With your life being so back and forth right now Skyler was really the only constant you had, he said all the right things to make you feel wanted. When your dad threatened to take that all alway you felt awful, you didn’t want to loose Skyler.

You sighed and wiped your eyes before moving to sit down on your bed, your eyes catching a picture that sat on your nightstand. It was you, Maverick, and Bradley on your 5th birthday you were sitting on Bradley’s lap with a huge toothless grin on your face while Maverick stood behind you two and bent over to kiss your cheek and Bradley had a big smile on his face it was obvious he was in the middle of laughing.

That picture was one of the last times you three had all been together as your weird little family, Carole had died about a year earlier and Bradley was staying with you guys most of the time. It felt like you were one small family, it was almost normal.

A chime from your phone broke you out of your thoughts, you sat the picture you picked up back down on the nightstand before opening your phone to see a message from Skyler.

Want to go for a walk on the beach?

You nervously bit your lip, of course you wanted to go but your dad was already so mad about the way you acted earlier you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

I wish. Dad’s pissed and won’t let me go anywhere

It only took a few seconds for another message to come through your phone.

Just sneak out, he won’t know. I really want to see you, please for me?

You chuckled and shook your head, almost able to picture the puppy dog eyes Skyler would be giving you to get what he wanted. You’ve snuck out before but not when your dad was this mad at you, if you got caught you’d be screwed. But honestly in that moment you didn’t really give a fuck.

Give me 10 minutes. I’ll meet you down at the end of my road.

You immediately got out of bed and fixed your pillows to make it look like a body, then you turned on your fan so it would seem like you were really asleep since your dad knew you can’t sleep without it. After making sure it looked believable you changed into a pair of running shorts and a tank top not forgetting to grab a thin jacket since the breeze down on the beach can be cool then slid on a pair of flip flops. You turned the lights off and quietly snuck out your bedroom window.

Meanwhile, Maverick was sitting downstairs in the living room on the couch with a beer in his hand and his head leaning back against the back of the couch. He didn’t mean to loose his temper with you but he couldn’t understand why you would want to be with someone so much older than you, that wasn’t like you at all normally you would go for guys your own age or not at all. You have always been a homebody, stuck to his hip but just these past few months you’ve been starting to pull away from him and it drives him crazy.

He decided he would give you a few more minutes to calm down before trying to have a civil conversation again, but he underestimated his tiredness and after only 5 minutes fell asleep.

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You and Skyler were walking hand in hand on the beach the wet sand was sticking to your feet but you didn’t care. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the tree frogs chirping was so soothing you almost didn’t realize when Skyler pulled you guys to a stop.

“What’s up?” You asked giving him a confused smile

“I want to talk to you about something.” Skyler said and you nodded not having any idea what he could be talking about. “I think we should have sex.”

You felt like you had been slapped in the face as you stared confused at your boyfriend, you had literally been together for a month why would he be talking about sex already?

“What? We’ve only been dating for a month. Why would we have sex?” You asked dropping his hand, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as you hugged your jacket tighter to your body

“Because that’s what adults do when your in a relationship. You have sex, that’s how it’s suppose to go.” Skyler said rolling his eyes

“I don’t want to have sex with you Skyler. At least not now or anytime soon, we’re still getting to know each other.” You said taking a small step back when you noticed a frustrated look coming across his face

“Y/N when you are in a relationship it’s your job to do what I tell you to do. If I want to have sex then we’re going to have sex whether you want to or not. That’s just the way it is.” Skyler said grabbing your arm harshly

“Let go of me! Skyler let go!” You said trying to rip your arm out of his tight grip

“You owe this to me Y/N. Now be a good girl and do as I say and this will be good for you. Keep struggling and this won’t be so pleasant.” Skyler said ripping your jacket off of your body as you flailed in his arms trying to get away

“Let go! Leave me alone!” You exclaimed wiggling in his grip, his hand reached up and grabbed your throat before slamming you onto the sand knocking the wind out of you. You felt dizzy from the impact before feeling Skylers hands making their way up your tank top. “Get off me! Skyler get off!”

“Shut up!” Skyler yelled slapping your face hard making you scream as you struggled harder, Skyler had you pinned down as his hands ripped the bottom of your tank top before moving to pry your legs open with such a tight grip that you were sure there was going to be some bruises.

It was like someone gave you the strength to fight back, you felt this calming presence come over you making you feel like everything would be ok. That snapped you out of your panic and you immediately brought your hand up and jammed your finger into his eye making him yell and fall off of you. You immediately rushed to get to your feet before taking off in a sprint in the opposite direction. You didn’t know where you were but knew that you had to keep running.

“You little bitch!” You heard Skyler yell, but didn’t dare turn back

Your chest ached and your legs burned but you didn’t stop, not until you saw the familiar bar the Hard Deck. You could have cried in relief as you ran in that direction.

You burst through the doors of the bar, there we’re still plenty of people roaming around but you were looking for any familiar face you could find. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt wetness on your cheeks.

“Y/N?” A voice asked from behind you, you turned around and saw that it belonged to Penny. “Honey what happened?”

You just shook your head and rushed into her open arms with a sob feeling her gently wrap her arms around you and rub up and down your back soothingly.

“Your ok. What happened?” Penny asked

“I want my dad.” Is all you said shaking with sobs

“Ok, I’ll call him. Come on let’s go somewhere quiet.” Penny said leading you towards one of the back rooms of the bar spotting the freshly formed bruises on your neck, arms, and thighs making her shake her head. “Stay right here I’ll be right back.”

Penny sat you down on a chair and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders before walking out into the bar and spotting Rooster.

“Rooster.” Penny said walking up to where he was standing at the bar about to order

“Hey Pen.” Rooster smiled politely

“Something happened to Y/N.” Penny said cutting to the chase making Bradley’s eyes widen

“What? What do you mean something happened to Y/N?” Bradley asked confused

“She ran in her a few minutes ago in nothing but a ripped tank top and shorts. She has bruises and was crying. She kept on asking for Mav.” Penny said making Rooster clench his jaw

“Where is she?” Rooster asked

“In the back room, here take her this water and sit with her until I can get Mav on the phone.” Penny said and Rooster immediately nodded making his way into the back room spotting you sitting curled up in the chair

“Hey you.” Rooster said gently trying not to scare you making your head pop up before relaxing when you saw it was just Bradley

“Brad.” You said with a tremble in your voice making him frown before quickly making his way over to you

“Can I hug you?” Bradley asked and you immediately nodded relaxing into Bradley’s warm hold. “What happened?”

“It was Skyler.” You said leaning against his chest making Bradley clench his jaw. He felt the same as Maverick did about Skyler they thought it was fishing that a 27 year old man chose to be with a 17 year old girl.

“What did he do?” Bradley asked, already assuming what happened but before he hunted Skyler down and killed him he needed confirmation

“He wanted me to do stuff and I said I didn’t want to then he got mad and hurt me. But I got away, I remembered what you and dad taught me about those self defense classes. How you go for the eyes.” You said and Bradley nodded proud that you remembered what they taught you during that moment

“I’m so sorry that happened baby. Buy you did so good, you got away and your safe now. Me or Mav would never let anyone hurt you, they’d have to go through the whole Navy to lay a finger on you.” And Penny of course.” Bradley said with a chuckle knowing how scary Penny Benjamin can be when you get on her bad side

“I know.” You nodded feeling your adrenaline start to slow down wincing as your injuries became more prominent

“You ok?” Rooster asked concerned

“Yeah, my head and back just hurt. He slammed me onto the ground.” You said moving in your seat to try to get comfortable

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen. You ok if I walk outside for a second?” Rooster asked and you nodded giving your ‘big brother’ a small smile. “Be right back.”

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About five minutes later your dad came busting into the room where you were sitting out of breath with a worried look across his face.

“Oh sweetheart. Are you ok?” Maverick asked immediately rushing over to you and pulling you into his arms making the tears come rushing back

“I’m sorry dad! I should have listened to you, you were right about Skyler he was a jerk and he hurt me. I should have listened I’m sorry.” You said shaking in your fathers arms making him frown and lift you into his arms letting you hug him like a koala bear.

“I don’t care about any of that right now. All that matters is that you are safe and your ok. When Penny called me I thought the worst and ran all the way here. The thought of something happening to you scared the hell out of me. I love you so much.” Maverick told you kissing your hairline

“I love you too dad.” You sighed in content, knowing that no matter what or how angry you made him your dad would always have your back.

[rendevousz]

freak

avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

-

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

-

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

-

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

-

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

-

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

-

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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[sexy-opium-ravioli]

hello!! if it’s alright, could I request some dating HCs w/ finn? thank u btw!

Hi babes!!! Of course I can!! I'm just gonna do this in the format I've done for the rest of my dating HC's

As always my tiny mushrooms, nsfw under the cut! 18+! (Sorry I did this so late!!)

Dynamics

Finn! Oh my gosh, what a good boi!!!

...Possibly too good.

Whereas Fern could very easily make you his entire world, Finn is a little more like Huntress Wizard and the Lich when it comes to goals. They're very goal-oriented and for Finn, those goals don't really involve people outside of his tight-knit group.

What you'll have to do, little duckling, is just make your way to Finn's inner circle of people he cares about! And even though Finn is usually focused on saving Ooo and having fun, he is also usually pretty trusting. Especially in earlier seasons.

Jake will tease the two of you. A lot. Prepare to have your face get heated.

Finn's probably going to open up to you about his past girlfriends/potential partners before you two get together, perhaps as a warning. He takes a lot of his mistakes to heart, and he doesn't want to donk up with you.

He's probably going to enter a relationship with you with a little more caution than before. These are natural growing pains Finn is going through, for most adults it takes a long time for them to truly open up to their partner. Finn isn't even near that level of maturity yet, even though in later seasons he shows signs of deeper thoughts/feelings.

He will donk up. Sometimes he might seem a little too focused on a mission, or he might seem aloof towards you, or he might spend a little too much time with a princess he just saved a week ago.

Although Finn might seem to be these things sometimes, he does not mean that whatsoever. All he ever wants is for you to feel loved and respected by him, and he's willing to work on himself in order to make a healthy relationship, as long as you're willing to work too!

✨Romance✨

Finn...doesn't have much experience.

And any experience he does have isn't that good. In fact, it's kind of lackluster.

So for the first moments of your guy's relationship, he's pretty much going to let you take the reigns. He's not insecure about many things, but messing up what was between you and him was one of them.

Anyways!

He'll sometimes go off what Joshua did for Margaret, or sometimes, what Margaret did for Joshua! And he'll also take some of Jake's advice. (Although, not too much. We've already seen the result of that).

Either way, he'll be the type of boy to give you flowers before a date and slow dance under the moon.

Your first date was actually kind of like that!

Finn didn't really want to have to scrounge up what he could in the weird wasteland that is Ooo, so, he really stuck to what he knew.

The treehouse!

He picks you up from your house, gives you a bouquet of wildflowers, and offers his arm to you.

Chivalry is revived after the Great Mushroom War, babes.

But still. Beforehand he makes Jake cook him some "date food," and then makes him promise to leave the two of you alone. Jake makes him promise that he won't get to step fifteen. Finn blushes, and agrees.

You two arrive at the treehouse, and it's already sunset. Glowbugs are starting to flicker outside, and crickets are starting to sing. The two of you resorted to holding hands :)

He opens the door for you. Inside, the food is still warm and you two eat dinner together! Eventually, you two play with BMO and have fun! You ask about Card Wars. Finn gets nervous.

Eventually, he whisper-asks BMO to put on a nice serenade. After that, he asks you to dance!

Not the best slow dancer. But with his hatless head on your shoulder, humming softly in your ear? Well, it more than makes up for any smushed toes.

The night concludes. He walks you back to your house. At your doorstep, you give him a kiss on the cheek, and you've never seen him so happy.

NSFW

Again. No experience in this department.

But that doesn't mean he's not a quick learner! In fact, your guy's first time together is pretty good :):) he makes sure to please you as much as you've pleased him

And that's really the root of it. In bed, Finn is pretty eager to please. He just wants to take all the hours away from you and show you how much love he feels in this relationship

So a lot of the time, Finn is a passionate partner. Sometimes it can get rough, but it's kind of a rare thing unless you ask for it.

Somft boy. My gosh. Somft

His teen boy pudge is long gone. He's in that middle ground between late teenager and early twenties, so he's a bit leaner. He's sure he'll fill out later.

His dick is perfectly average. A pale shaft and a blushy, red tip, faint veins. He's also very sensitive when it comes to his nipples.

Surprisingly touch starved, especially after sex. He loves cuddling you after clean up/water break.

Also one to go to sleep last. He just wants to make sure you're okay

[inertflouride]

Turmoils Of You- Part 4

Wow, part 4 already? It feels surreal since I never thought I'd write a fanfic and now, I'm submitting a part 4 and will start writing a part 5 soon too. Anyways, back to the warnings,

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, inappropriate sexual advances, depression, blood, violence

In moments like these I sometimes do wonder a lot of weird things, like: what would have happened if I hadn't eaten my sister while we were together in our mother's womb and what would have happened if the roles had exchanged.

I always had a very active brain, which might sound fun but usually wasn't. I thought too much, and kept jumping from one thought to other. Sounds like a gemini? Well, I am one.

I had my first high when I was around 18? Yeah. I was the good kid of my family so, it was kind of a cliche that once I get out, I'd go astray.

Getting high for the first time felt like the best thing in my life, more or less like a horny teen who just found out about masturbating.

So, I got addicted fast, since whenever I was high, I wouldn't think too much. Or think anything. It was about those few seconds: when my breathing would slow down and my mind would go blank, and after some time, that was all I craved for.

Things changed after that party which happened two years back. It started the same way as the parties I've been to previously. I remember I was stoned and my mind wasn't wondering. How I had frozen on the toilet seat and my head was hung back, enjoying my high. Alone with a boy I knew for hardly 5 minutes. In a bathroom, at a far corner of wherever the party's location was. Where even if I cried for help, which I couldn't have in my current state, it would go unnoticed.

But back then, I wasn't thinking about all this. I was just enjoying being, well, high. Even when a hand crept under my dress. Even when he groped my breast. And when I finally decided to say something, it wasn't to tell him to stop. It was, "Can we do another line?"

And since it made whatever the guy had planned easier, he prepared two lines of cocaine, one for me and one for himself. I did mine and slung back in even more bliss, while he did his and fell down on the floor with a loud thud.

I didn't know back then that he had overdosed and died. I just looked at his dead form, too lazy to ask him what's wrong. I just sat there, sat in my high and let someone who could've been saved die.

And now, I see Jake trying to get this person who pounced on him off his back and um, I am frozen in my spot. The handgun which Jake had held previously was tossed from his hand as he fell down. And well, the same handgun is now around 2 feet away from my toes.

"All you have to do is bend your back, move your limbs and get the damn thing", I desperately try to talk myself into this simple fucking task but this bitch body of mine just wouldn't move.

Jake flips over the person, making him position in such a way that he now is holding each of that person's wrist with his own hands, trying to restrict their position.

"MC, throw that handgun here", he yells. Ah Jake, I wish I could. I try to open my mouth to tell him that I can't but all that happens is my eyes budge out, my nostrils flare up and only part of my mouth opens up.

"Wow, I knew you were pathetic. Didn't think you'd be so fucking useless too", she tells me and tears start to fall from my eyes as my body stays glued. "Great, now you're crying as well. I'm going, this is really boring", and like that she leaves me alone, just like every time. She just comes and then goes, ever since... forever.

Jake again opens his mouth to repeat himself but when he notices me crying and not moving, he rushes to my side and grips my arms, shaking me.

"What's wrong MC? Are you hurt? Tell me, did someone hurt you?", he hurriedly asks me in panic.

I try to tell him that I have paralysed but, my mouth only opens enough for air to escape. I just desperately look at his eyes, somehow if... My knees free themselves from the temporary paralysis and makes contact with the ground. I finch from the deep pain as my upper body still stays frozen awkwardly.

Jake kneels down to maintain the level between our faces and hugs me as silent tears slowly wash down the paralysis in my face.

"It's okay. I'm here", he reassures me and soothes me down only for the attacker to point the gun on his head.

"Turn around hacker and hands on the head. Don't pull something smart or I'll shoot your lover", he orders Jake, smug with his recent accomplishment.

Jake slowly turns his head towards the personnel and gives him a deathly glare. "Now, now, now. Look what I got my hands on. The most wanted hacker of all times. I do wonder if the lady luck here made it possible for me to get ahold of you. Haha. I can finally hand you over to the FBI and get my most awaited promotion", he mocks.

"But?", Jake yawns showing how this doesn't cause him even slight inconvenience and well, ticks off the person in front of us, but I guess that's what he wanted all along.

"But I can't resist shooting between your eyes", he snaps back and licks his teeth. Yuk, did he really just do that?

"Ew, gross", I mutter to myself, but my mouth isn't paralysed anymore and I end up saying it out loud. Jake lets out a small laugh which further pushes the person to the edge.

"Don't worry baby, I'd love to make you gag", the pig tries to make a comeback but uh oh, Jake didn't take that well. He swiftly kicks at the guy's leg, making the pervert fall backwards. Quickly, he grabs his handgun and shoots at the agent's hand which held the gun. He howls in pain as Jake squats before him, smirking and mimics him. "Now, now, now. Look what I got my hands on. The best agent of the FBI. I do wonder if my lady luck here made it possible for me to finally get ahold of you. Haha. So Bill, should I eliminate you right now?", he sneers at him, basking in victory. Oh god, the way he stressed on the word 'my'.

"Please, let me go, I can't die right now. I want to live. Let me go and I'll promise I'll return back to the FBI and say that I never found you and no one would know anything", he pleads in front of Jake. Wow, look at how quickly the tables turn.

"Nah. I might have considered your plea but then you were disrespectful to my woman and well, if I let you go, that would be disrespectful to her, so no. Bye Bill. Have a blast", Jake ends and slowly stands up. He points his gun at Bill's head and pulls the trigger before he could say something in response.

His blood splatters around on immediate contact with the bullet and slowly, all of his head is pooled by blood. Jake keeps looking at it with a dark gaze, no signs of guilt or whatsoever. He must have done something like this already. He was chased by such people, of course he did everything he could to protect himself. I mean I do get it but the sight of all this, I can't. My gag reflexes get too strong and I rush to let it all out.

A hand rubs my back and another holds my hair back, as I throw up near a distant bush. Once I'm done, he hands me a bottle of water and apologises. "I'm sorry you had to witness that."

"Well, on the plus side, I'm not paralysed anymore, though I guess the two are unrelated", I try to joke around, trying to cope up with the gruesome shit I just witnessed.

Jake sighs and takes my hand as we walk to the SUV. He holds out the door and waits till I seat myself before closing the door and going on his own seat. He lets out a deep sigh and glances at me in concern.

"I- I don't know what to say MC, I just, I've never seen someone get paralysed. Was all this so stressful that your body just... paralysed?", he says as tries to understand everything that happened.

"It isn't. It's just, something from my past", I sigh, "it's a long story, Jake. We'll talk about it someday. Let's get going already for now, we don't have much time."

"Yeah. Shit, wait a minute though. I need to get rid of his body but for the sole reason of not giving someone a shocker of their life", he explains and jumps out of the car.

I slump down at the car seat and contemplate about things in general that took place. Suddenly, my gaze goes over the prescription of Xanax on the car caddy, waving at me. Fuck. Ever since I came back from that dark phase, I never looked at drugs again. Even when I was offered, even when I felt left out in my social circle.

But today, as I look at the prescription, my hand itches towards it. "It's just one pill. It won't do shit. Take it. You have been in so much stress anyways", the bottle calls me. I try to talk myself out of it, but shit, it's so difficult. "Come on, it's okay, just 1 pill."

Fuck it. I grab the bottle, take out a pill and gulp down. I close my eyes, shift my weight to the left side and try to ignore the fact that I just relapsed.

PART-5

[concentrateandpush]

How about going in labor in a very inconvenient situation let's say in traffic, an event you've been preparing for and cant miss, stuck in an important exam, etc.? And the baby is big, and somehow progressing down fast~

Hmm the traffic one sounds good.

I’d been working overtime to try and get some extra money in. Since Finn left, I’ve been trying to get as much money behind me before I go on maternity leave. I’ve decided to work right up until forty weeks, I can’t legally work after that anyway. So it’s rush hour, I need to pee so bad and I’m stuck in traffic, in the boiling hot summer heat. All of a sudden, a motorcycle decides to zoom between the cars right past mine and I jump out of my skin, immediately gripping my underbelly and noticing a puddle underneath me “fucks sake..” I mutter as I grab some tissues to try and wipe it up. Something just feels off and I start to feel a cramping sensation in my lower abdomen, my hand presses on my lower stomach and it intensifies “shit” I whisper to myself “oh baby.. not now” I shake my head before letting out a small groan, taking some deep breaths through the contraction. Once it’s over I call my Mom, who doesn’t answer, my Dad, who doesn’t answer and then the last choice, Finn.

“Lena, what?” He snaps and I let out a small whimper “can you come and help me? Please?” I ask. “What do you mean?” He asks and I find myself unbuckling my belt and pushing the seat back. “I’m stuck on the motorway, my waters have just broken, please, I need help” I cry. “I.. I thought I told you we were through” he snaps and I groan out a roar of frustration as I hang up. “Just you and me baby” I whisper before another contraction takes over, I knew I’d been having them all day but I needed the money. “You’re not holding up are you monkey” I laugh a little as I roll the seat back and slip my sandals off. I didn’t want this to happen here, I really didn’t but I couldn’t speed up traffic.

The next hour or so goes by and I’m still stuck in a stuffy car, in this puddle of my broken waters, moving maybe one or two cars lengths at a time and that’s when I feel a shift. I’m really going to push my baby out in the car, in traffic. “Okay, okay, okay baby” I whisper before slipping my underwear off. The intense pressure was growing by the second and I look at both cars on my side, one, a car of teen stoners, the other, a truck with an older chubby guy driving it. I spread my legs, laying one foot on one side of the dashboard, one on the other side.

I slip a finger between my legs to see how it felt and I turn the mirror to face myself, just to track progress. My eyes widen as I feel the top of baby’s head trying to push through my cervix. That’s when my phone starts to ring, it’s my Mom. I reach over to press the button and her voice lights the car up “Lena Sweetheart, You okay?” She asks and I shake my head even though she can’t see. “I’m in labor” I pant as I try to stretch myself like I’ve seen in the YouTube videos:. “You’re sure? Where are you? Are you alone? How far apart are they?” She questions

Usually I’d laugh at her curiosity but I’m so close to a contraction and I’m saving all my energy to push. But before I can even answer, I let out a loud, earthy roar “nnnngaaaahhh!” I cry, breathlessly searching for words once I stop. “Okay, okay you’re pushing, Lena, tell me where you are” she demands. “T-traffic” is all I can muster. “Okay, Lena listen to me, make it easier on your self and squat the best you can, get in the back if you have to” she tells me and I look around “I can’t move” I shake my head and she assures me “I know it feels like that, but as long as baby’s head is still up inside you, yes you can” she says calmly.

I don’t know how I do it, but I look around and pull myself into the back of my car, using the two headrests to hold onto. I’m sweating, I’m hot, I’m exhausted, I’m so exhausted. “Mom, mom help Me” I beg. “I will, just, let me help you yeah, I need you to check yourself, make sure its safe for you to push” she says calmly and I nod, feeling around “I’m ready, baby is low, I’m ready” I assure her. “Okay, squatting will do some of the work for you, just stay where you are and when a contraction comes, dig deep and let it out” she says softly.

Everyone is going past at this point, glaring in, some people even pointing as I scream my way through trying to birth my baby. An hour of pushing goes by and I can tell my mom is getting stressed at this point, not even a head, nothing. “Okay, Lena, you need someone else to help you, get out of the car or flag someone down” she demands and I cry, wiping my tears and rubbing my eyes “I can’t”. “Yes you can, of course you can, just wave for help” she says softly. I listen, she’s my mom, of course I listen. I wave my hand out of the car door, just trying to get some help. My knees and back are so sore from squatting. “Please?!” I cry out in pain.

Until someone stops, a Middle Aged man in a small RV. “Oh my..” he mutters “okay, let’s get you on the bed” he says as he opens his van and scoops me up in his arms. Once I get in there, his whole family are sat around, his wife, two teens a kid and a baby. It settles me because they’ve clearly done this before. “Okay, honey, you take one leg and you take the other” the Mom demands of the twins. I just submit to it all, letting them pull my legs apart on this tiny bed. “Okay, this is a big head” the mom laughs as she kneels down and I feel the Dad hold me up from behind. I feel a contraction coming and I take a deep breath, pushing as hard as I can, gritting my teeth and my face turning red. “Good, good job, keep it coming momma” she says calmly as I feel her fingers stretch me out “pull, kids” she tells them as they tug my legs

“Mmm please I can’t take it, I can’t take it anymore!” I cry as I feel my body split in two. “I know but it’ll all be over soon, it will be so worth it I promise” she assures me and I nod, pressing my chin to my chest and bearing down hard. “Okay, okay, that’s it” she nods and then looks to her partner “up, she needs to be upright” she says softly and I feel him pull me up into a squatting position but the two boys, I can only guess around 18 or 19 are terrified, they keep my legs wide open, I barley have control of my body at this point as these three strange men hold me open.

All of a sudden I feel a shift inside me and it hurts, so freaking bad. “What happened?” I panic and the mom nods “baby’s ready for you” she smiles. I don’t take a second before I grit my teeth and push with all of my might, wriggling as the family hold my whole body, the poor fourteen year old girl just watches. “Oh, oh that’s it! That’s it!” The mom smiles massively as I feel myself stretch and a gush of fluids pour out of me. I reach down and cup the head immediately “no cord?” I check and she reassures me it’s okay.

“Last push now okay? Boys, really pull her legs open for me” she tells them and they nod, the guy to my right takes his hand and moves some hair from my face for me and tucks it behind my ear. “I’m Erik” he smiles and I nod “Lena” I whisper breathlessly. I take a small moment before they pull my legs and I scream, I howl and I groan trying to get the shoulders out and I just can’t. “Get her on her hands and knees” she demands and I’m there in a second. Erik comes to my face side and holds me “you’re doing so well” he whispers and I just wrap my arms around his neck before pushing, feeling like I’m tearing as I cry louder than I ever have into his neck “nnhaaaahhhhhhhhh!” I pour until I feel the baby slide out into her arms.

I frantically throw myself back and lift my leg up to take baby onto my chest, laying back and holding them as they cry the sweetest cry ever. “It’s a girl” she smiles and I laugh a little “Hi mommy’s girl” I whisper before kissing her head. “Thank you so much..” I sigh breathlessly and Erik looks to me “let’s get you checked out and seen to” he smiles. I nod and rub baby’s back as someone lifts my dress over my head so I can feed her. “So.. is there a Mr Lena?” Erik smiles with a twinkle in his eye