#i hate with a blinding passion the last gif but i knew i couldn't leave argyle out but like there was shit to work with in terms of clips

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@stcreators event 01: favourite quote "This is not yours to fix alone. You act like you're all alone out there in the world, but you're not. You're not alone." - Joyce Byers; S1E7 "The Bathtub"

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I’m Right For You [pt. 4]

[teaser/ prologue] [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ]

(you can play Die For You by The Weeknd while reading this 😌)

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

word count: 2.8K

warning (chapter): handjob, oral sex (male receiving), penetration, cream pie

warning: corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, psychology, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

I think I’m right for you, babe. You know what I’m thinking, see it in your eyes. You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry. It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect and I know that you’re worth it I can’t walk away. (Die for you by The Weeknd)

you chose the latter, that's why you're sitting in his lap. you were straddling mark, your knees are both on each side of mark in the single couch where he was slouching comfortably. 

your mouth molding to each other producing loud smacking sound and moans. you both didn't hold back as if you owned the world. mark didn't know that you're mom was away but he never thought of her once, his head filled with you, only you.  you, on the other hand holding his jaws up as your shove your face down. his hands that were staying on your hips moved to your back, squeezing your ass that made you gasp. he slipped his tongue in your mouth, caressing your soft lips. he conquered your mouth like he owned it. jaws were clenching, lip locking. nasally heavy breathing, faint moans, and dirty smacking- all this noise filled your quiet house. 

mark noticed you were having a hard time breathing but you never stopped kissing him, you're like a hungry mad woman for him. not that he didn't like that, but you're literally about to lose your breath. he unlocked his lips from you, he was staring at your flushed face. 

"will you be mad if i tell you i've been wanting your mouth around my dick?" he sensually looked into your lips and his thumb tracing it. "i've always imagined how does it look like with my dick in it." 

his eyes darken. mark was now in his slightly dominant version. it sent you shivers at the same time your aching womanhood became responsive. 

"hmm, y/n?" he hummed to call your attention, wanting an answer from you. you nodded as a reply. "thank you." mark doesn't know if it's appropriate to say that in this mood but he said it because he was nervous that you will reject it.

you only saw his dick once but it didn't leave your head. you felt scared but you badly want him and you couldn't deny it. you voluntarily get off from his lap and kneel between his legs that are manly spread. your eyes focused on his bulging crotch as your hand reached for the garter of his gray sweatpants along with his calvin klein boxer shorts. pull it down. mark lifted his hips to help you fully remove his pants. you swallowed hard staring at the familiar veiny thing that mark has. it's not fully hard yet you can tell not until you look back and eyes met, mark get more aroused when he saw your doll-like eyes, nothing but innocence and excitement. mark watches you do all this things. 

mark leaned forward and traced your lower lip, he showed his middle and index finger. 

"lick it." he said with a commanding voice. you obliged, tongue out and lick the tips of his fingers, the side of it. you never left your eyes on him to check if he's doing it right. his lips were in thin line but it seemed like he's suppressing something. 

"suck it, y/n." he told you with authority. you started suck the tips. he smiled and pull away his fingers. "good girl, but don't use your teeth when you suck me, okay baby?" 

your heart jumped when he called you two names in a single sentence. 

he pumped his dick, scooted a little forward so that it wouldn't be a burden to you. he put hand hand behind your head and pull it slowly towards his crotch.

"you can start, y/n." he said with a smile, it was warm and reassuring. he switches expressions and emotions too quickly.

that's so inappropriate mark, it's not sexy but it made my heart skips a beat. 

you wrapped your hand around his dick, pumping it. mark let out a shaky sigh, so you check his face. he's so heavenly, parted lips eyes on your hand stroking his dick. you stick out your tongue and lick the tip. you gazed at each others eyes while you give his dick kitten licks and twirling your tongue around its head while stroking him. he was now biting his lip as he watches your tongue flatly on the base of it stroke it up all the way to the tip. he watches his dick slowly disappearing in your mouth. you can only achieve half of his dick so far while your palm around his dick where your mouth couldn’t rich and slowly bobbing your head.

“fuck.” mark hissed. you were looking up through your lashes from time to time to check he’s enjoying it. he did, this what he always imagined and nothing compares to this reality. he caressed your cheek that are sunken in, and gently tapped it. “faster baby.” 

you bobbed your head up and down in his dick, trying to go deeper but you were gagging so mark told you not yet, so you settled to sucking half of it while your hand occupied what you couldn’t. you stare at him through your lashes asking if you’re doing it right. your thighs are rubbing each other in arousal.

“yes, you’re doing good.” he moaned. he grabbed the sides of your head and help you to fasten the pace and go deeper. you gagged but his dick finally is in your throat. you didn’t realize that you’re hands already inside your sweatpants rubbing your clit through your underwear. you moaned which heighten his urgency to cum. you taste something weird, you assumed it’s his pre-cum.

“i’m close fu-” he pushed your head down more and your nose hit his pelvis, dick deeper than ever, hitting the back of your throat, mouth widely opened and suppressing your gag. “shit.” he pulled you out, you gasped and coughed a little. mark find it sexy when there’s a string of saliva that connects your mouth to his dick. he’s pumping his dick, one hand on the top of your head. 

“Tongue.” he hissed. you showed your tongue, gazing up in his face and down to his dick. mark produced a string of curses as he reached his high, it splured white thick liquid on your tongue and to your cheek. he tapped the tip against your tongue. you spit it on his dick and swallowed his dick  which made him off guard, shaking your head a little to deep throat him for the last time and threw your head back detaching your mouth from his cock. 

you were gasping heavily and eyes locked to each other. he admired your fucked up face, only for him.

“that was… hot.” he breathed out. you smiled widely, your teeth are showing, probably because of pride and without your knowledge you brought mark to cloud 9. mark swallowed.

yeah, this is much better than what i imagined. 

he leaned down, cupping your jaws and captured your lips. he could taste his essence but wasn’t bothered about it. your tongue dancing together and sometimes you were catching each other smiling through the kiss that’s why both of you are giggling but never stopped kissing. it was passionate and the word love potentially fits the description of the emotions you were sharing.

well, you flinched in surprise when you heard a doorbell. 

“wait, your mom?” mark started to get panicked, but that’s impossible, so you shook your head. were you expecting someone-

“the pizza!” you quickly get up but mark grabbed your wrist causing you to bend forward.

he wiped your face full of his cum and your lips that were wet because of the wet kiss with mixture of his liquid. he won't allow other men to see you like this, you weren't aware but your erotic face is stunning.

"okay, clean." he pat your back. you giggled and ran towards the door.

afraid of making things awkward between you two, mark stopped himself from asking you what you feel about him. he knew that things went all south every time he confess or address romantic relationship between you two so he shut his mouth.

you were studying with mark. mark is a great teacher, you only understand the lessons because of him and he gave you tips to memorize things, and mark is a "study smart" type of guy, he only focuses on what he thinks that will appear in the test.

however after several hours, you're crying. you completely forgotten that you also have long test for jurisprudence and ethics which a word by word exam and it's completely impossible for you to memorize a total of 49 sections.

mark felt bad but at the same time laughing because you were crying. everything about you is cute, beautiful, or sexy for mark, he's completely blind for love.

"the hell are you laughing at? why are you filming me?! you whined and tried to snatch his phone but he was quick.

both of you were sitting on the floor because the table is too small. you weren't completely away from each other too.

"don't cry over acads, that's stressful." he said laughing while his camera still filming you.

"give me that!" you sobbed, you crawled. you successfully snatched his phone from his hand however, a cliché scene happened.

you landed on top of him, chest against his chest, and faces are inches away to each other. mark? he didn't hesitate, he was hungry for you. lip locking and moaning like crazy what happened earlier seemed like happening again right now. but this time, you're much bolder.

"bed." you said in between the kiss. mark groaned and slapped your ass signaling you to stand up. you did but both of you didn't try to remove each other's lip.

your hands were flatly on his chest, pushing him towards your room. the back of his knees met your bed causing him to fall back on it. both of you bounced because of how soft your mattress is. he shifted your position that's why you're under him, crawled forward and you crawled back using your elbow until your head hit the headboard of your bed.

he nipped your neck while your hand rubbing his bulge. you dipped your hand in his boxers and trap his flesh, stroking it.

"shit." he cursed in pleasure. he pulled out your hand, at first it confused you but you just trust him.

he removed every single fabric you have, and mark breathed out in the sight your offered him. full round breast and beautiful curves. he watches your chest to go up and down as you breathe. again, you are just trusting everything to him so you just waited and ready to commit whatever he wanted to do to you.

mark grabbed both of the ankle of your legs and pulled it to closer to your body, knees bending, and thighs open. mark staring at it.

"everything about you is beautiful." mark gaze at your eyes. you can only see nothing but sincerity which made your blood rush to your face.

"i don't know." you don't usually get complimented... not until mark praising your beauty since the day he confessed and you really don't know how to receive compliments.

"then you should." he said before kneeling and diving in to your wetness.

"oh my..." you moaned when you felt his nose in your bud and his tongue licked your slit. he inserted his tongue inside you and just do its magic accompanied by his two fingers pumping your juices.

your head became empty, all you did was scream his name and moan loudly. but when he begun sucking your, your back arch which pushed down by mark. your hard gripping mark's head and pushing it more towards you.

your face distorted in so much pleasure and just exploded without any warning. mark licking and spitting it to your pussy.

you were catching your breath, still high in your orgasm. mark sat up, your essence dripping down on his chin.

"i need you so bad mark." but you want more, you want the real thing. you pyt your feet on his bulge and stroke it. he was surprised, and later realize what you mean. mark gave you an apologetic look.

"i really loved too but we don't have protection." mark said.

"i'm on pill." you said and yes you are taking contraceptive. you saw mark's inner brows twitch.

"why?" he said sounded suspicious of you. maybe he thought you were sexually active.

"hormonal imbalance." you simply replied. he's a pharmacy student, he already knew what it meant. you saw mark face relieved.

"no skip?" he said. mark making sure that he will not destroy your life, unlike him if ever you get pregnant it's going to be hard for you to study. yeah, mark really cared for you.

"no skip." you gave him a reassuring smile.

"good." he smiled back. mark spread your essence in his cock, pumping it.

he laid down but use his right arm beside your head supported his weight to avoid crashing you.

"are you ready?" his whispered softly in your ears. you faced him and nodded. he pecked your nose. you were slightly nervous but ready to give in.

and you ask yourself, why do you act like lovers? but your brushed it off because it might ruined the mood.

he aligned his member and slowly enter the tip and ut already feels different from his fingers. mark continue to enter you slowly but when you felt that your tissue was about to break, which is very painful your hand landed on his cheek, harshly.

he was startled, lashes blinking and he stopped.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry! i was just surprised by the pain." you were embarrassed and felt sorry. it's just afternoon so the room is bright and you could see it left a print on his cheek.

"it's okay, it didn't hurt." he smiled, lying. shit that stings. "put your hands in my arm or shoulder." mark said because he noticed you don't know where to put your hands because you were slightly nervous. you did what he said, hands on his shoulder.

then he dig it deeper and ripped you. you moaned painfully and nails digging mark. it really hurts for virgin, imagine a tissue being ripped? mark didn't move, his manhood isn't fully inside you. he whispered lovely things into your ears, praising you and giving your face feathery kiss.

when you feel like you can handle it already, you asked him to move.

"mark, you can move." you shakily said.

"i love you." he said. he always said this everyday, like almost didn't miss. he captured your lips and shared a passionate and sloppy kiss while slowly digging deeper inside you.

and he started to thrust his hips slowly but deeply inside you. it was painfully good and you want more.

"faster mark." you moaned almost begging.

mark started to fuck you fast. you became a moaning mess, your back wanted to arch so bad but his body on top of you not allowing it which added to your pleasure. you felt restraint under him and it made you go crazy.

"mark, right there, right there!" you were screaming, wishing that your neighbour will not hear you.

"fuck." mark cursed between his gritting teeth. his face was above you and you could clearly see that his eyes switched again into something dark. he grabbed your left ankle and lifted it. he quickly changed position, he was on his knees.

mark became harsh and his dick became accurate hitting your spot. you were screaming and crying because of the pain and pleasure. hands gripping the bed sheets and hips lifting as you feel euphoric. your lungs felt like deprived in oxygen.

"i'm cumming." you cried out.

"me too, y/n. you feel so good, you're great." he said you know he's about to cum too because his thrusts became sloppy.

you reached your high first, long moan, and your eyes were crossing. he leaned down, burying his face on your neck and groaned there. he painted your walls, you can feel how full you were down there.

both of you were gasping for air but mark was crashing your small body.

"mark i can't breathe." you tapped his shoulder. mark cursed in panic and quickly lift his body and laid next to you.

"y/n, i love you." he said it twice today, shamelessly.

you're looking at each other, breathing in sync but your lids became heavy and you lost your energy to respond to him. mark chuckled and kissed your nose.

"take a rest."

but the moment you woke up he wasn't there already. but you felt something in your forehead, you grabbed it. it was a sticky note. you laughed still half awake.

i tried to wake you up but you kicked my balls. don't worry, the test is an essay type, i already left notes in your laptop. sorry for using it w/o your permission. ps, i transferred some of your photos to my cellphone. i love you y/n - mark lee

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑬𝒓𝒂 𝑶𝑪- 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏

The same year as the Marauders, she was a pureblood daughter of a widowed mother whose husband had been killed by Fenrir Greyback and swore on his grave to avenge him.

When she comes to Hogwarts, she and James Potter bond over many things and while she is sorted into Ravenclaw, she stayed close to the Marauders and was even friends with Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon. Her first four years were mostly uneventful, though Sirius once set her a blind date with Remus.

Because of her empathetic spirit and politeness and kindness, Sirius had a short-term on her where he tried to kiss her but she made clear she was not looking for anything of the sort right now, which he responded as if clearing his thoughts “I could never break my best friend's heart anyways being with you” which left her confused. Lily told her that she had heard whispers of one of the Marauders having a crush on her but she brushed it off.

The fifth year Remus started to write her poems and love letters signing as Your L. She brushed off that feeling but welcomed the feeling and tried to focus on the OWLS, but when Professor Slughorn made the amortentia class, all she could smell was Remus and since then she couldn't keep him off her mind. She finally decided weeks before the OWLS to make her move.

On Hogsmeade, she sent him an owl to meet her on a quiet corner and asked him if he ever had feelings and was the author of those letters, which he responded by a series of sputters and ended up pecking her on the cheek. She was at first shocked and didn't move, which he took as a rejection and started to leave the snowy village. She followed him, spun him around and kissed him passionately as snow fell, not caring about the "eww"s of the children and the applause of the villagers and pedestrians. They started dating ever since.

The sixth year was her most painful. Tensions had been high because of his small lycan condition and in one of the heated arguments he broke up with her and she vowed to hate him forever.

For weeks, they didn't talk until one day where she was volunteering with Madam Pomfrey when she saw Remus's injuries and was horrified by it, and cornered James—fully knowing that he couldn't say no to her scary demeanour— and begged him to let her help, which he acceded –mostly because he was shirtless and against the wall on the Prefect's Bathroom and with a wand on his throat– and told them their plan of becoming Animagi. She passed the process flawlessly and her animagus form became a lioness.

On the next full moon, she was the one to calm down Remus and take him to a hidden lake, where they gave into their passions (Sirius found them snuggling in a scandalous state. He never stopped teasing them)

They finally passed their OWLS with Shannon having E's and several O's. The rest of their Hogwarts stay was normal and stayed one last summer on James's house.

After Hogwarts, Remus planned to propose to her, and Denise had a surprise of her own that only Lily and Marlene knew: she was pregnant and was certain it was a girl. She was going to name her Theresa.

But that never came to pass.

On that fateful day, the Death Eaters weaked havoc on Hogsmeade and brave Denise, trying to protect Marlene, was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. Her last words were “For The Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore!” Though they had an intense and tough duel, Bellatrix killed Denise and saw too late her five-month baby bump. It is rumoured Denise Shannon was the only murder she ever regretted, and many in the Wizarding World hated her for killing in cold blood a pregnant woman.

Remus found her dead body afterwards, and it is said his wails were as if his soul was being separated from his body as he clutched the body of the love of his life and his unborn child.

A funeral was made for her at Hogwarts, where Remus, Sirius, Minerva and Dumbledore gave beautiful speeches. Sirius commissioned a moving painting of her with her baby bump to be placed on the Ravenclaw dorm for the first-years, where she'd always protect the children as she died protecting hers.

To this day, Denise is an example to Ravenclaws and respected all over the houses, and the day of her birthday and death, all the non-Ravenclaw alumni were allowed to put candles in her portrait to remember the brave woman who didn't hesitate to face the lethal Bellatrix Lestrange despite her condition, showing courage, wit, cunning and selflessness.

This is Denise

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Emotional Whore (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,008

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A/N: Ahh I'm sorry I've been so lacking in posts and writing!!! I thought you all deserved a non-therapy fic lol and though this was not at all any of the ideas I was planning on writing, it just sorta happened :P I don't hate it, but I'm definitely not as proud of it as other pieces. It's not my typical style, which feels a lil weird. Still, there are some lines I like a lot! This is as close to smut as I think I'll ever get, so I hope you like it! Thank you for being so patient with me and my lil break. It means the world!!!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Gif Credit: @nofckingfighting :)

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Original sin. Not an act against god, but yourself. Going against every instinct, every moral standard you hold for yourself. A moment of self destruction, weakness, a lapse of judgement. Blinded by the gleam of a razor, a decision too enticing, too moronic not to give into. You spoiled him. Let him think he was the one in control, that he had power, that this could be anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck. Sweet boy, playful, but he should have known better than to fall for someone who'd rather not sink so low for him. He was the one on his knees, after all. You had ambitions, goals, wants and needs outside of being someone's emotional whore. Believing himself all powerful, all knowing, you would have thought he'd seen the signs soon enough. A life ahead of you left undecided, with no rules, no expectations. Human nature. Someone who'd shared enough nights with faces without names, this was no different.

This was another place to pass through, another person to become and shed when the time was right, another body sleep beside, nothing more, certainly something less.

Hickeys painted cross his neck. Kisses running down your back, between your thighs. Biting, nibbling, giggling between sheets, beneath the shirts you pulled off, discarding all your worries and fears, forgetting too quickly about your responsibilities. It was never supposed to last this long, go on as long as it did. An accident, the first time. A mistake. Slipping from his sheets the next morning, quiet as you could, returning before the sun peaked above the rooftops, wanting nothing more than to wash the smell of him off you. Your boss. The same man who signed your checks, at least for the time being. Taking his phone calls. Passing messages. Learning his schedule, his day to day. Pulling you through the front door, pressing you against the walls. Funny. You would have thought he tasted nothing more of whiskey and hellfire, his words nothing but blown smoke. Sweet nothings in your ear. Curious hands. Nothing but hungry, starved, willing to do anything to make your night.

It was nice, really, to be so wanted, mourned, silently searching the empty space beside him, especting your naked body, but it couldn't happen again.

Until it did. In his office. His bed. His shower before work. The back room. The fucking kitchen. Too many places, too many times a second to dress, to make yourselves presentable. Telling him what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear. Needing to be pleased, praised, feed his ego before you could get what you wanted. Never what you wanted. A fling, something without a label, no strings attached. It was never a trick, a sceme, merely something dragging on, half alive waiting to die. Things like this, it made you stupid. In the heat of it all, made words trickle from your mouth, from his, that shouldn't have been said. Too used to getting his way, for the world to bend over backwards for him, you had to be the one on top, shoe him the only one in control of this was you. Put him in his place before it got away from him any further.

Two different realities.

One of passion, love, something more. Deranged. Almost felt sorry for him. Fooling himself, causing more pain than ever intended, slicing himself up with his own razors so willingly, so blindingly. The other, something to pass the time, to make things a little less lonely and a lot more exciting. Reality. It was never meant to be anything more. You knew who he was, what he did. You saw a man very different leave the bar than who walked in. How the glass smashed between his fingers, how he bit the bullet, chewed the barrel of a gun if he had to, the cold of his skin when the air changed. More enemies than friends. A wait list instead of a hit list. Too many bullets for a single body. You knew better than to play with fire when all you wore was gasoline. He could pretend to be careful. Thoughtful. Genuine. But he'd light his cigarette with the burning flesh of you without a second thought. Keep your distance. Never get too close, no matter how close you were. Not for a second believe the things he said. Rehearsed. Effortless. How many times had he moaned those same things? To how many unsuspecting bodies?

Catching eyes, attention. If it wasn't those eyes, it was his stride, that wicked look, or that egocentric way of thinking. Whatever it may be, it was a trap. A web they found themselves caught in before they even realized, believing he truly loved them, that they weren't his flavor of the week, that a man who had everything really needed them in his life. Show him how it felt. To be screwed over. A glimpse of what he put them through. Never taking no for an answer, he'd have to learn to sit and beg. This wasn't the place for you. Not the home, or the job, not a place you wanted to settle, to set root. You warned him, you'd be gone before he knew it. In the blink of an eye, and yet he was naive enough to fall. Tripping over himself, banging his head on the way down, catching it on a sharp corner. Believing sex was love, and love was sex. Try all he wanted, you knew the ins and outs of him. You knew him better than he knew himself. What would make him crumble, struggle to breathe, what made him tense, his jaw lock, what made him melt between your arms.

You never meant for it to happen, but you were glad it did.

Let him know what it felt like to be on the receiving end. Lord knows how many he left freezing in their sheets, believing what they had was anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck.

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JJ Maybank - She Will Be Loved

A/N: This is based off the song She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5, I hope its okay I'm still trying to get back into the groove of writing again ://

I RECOMMEND LISTENING TO THE ACOUSTIC VERSION WHILE READING

Warnings: mentions of an emotionally abusive relationship, a lot of talk about struggling with self love and body image

Words: 1.9k

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Beauty queen of only eighteen she Had some trouble with herself

You were the most beautiful thing JJ had ever seen. He could stare at you all day. The way your hair flowed so perfectly in the wind on the HMS Pogue; the way your eyes glistened and lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about; the way you played with your fingers or chewed the inside of your cheek when you were nervous. He loved your laugh, oh how he loved it. He could be having the worst day, have got in a bad fight with his dad and your laugh would make him forget all about it. That's why he was always trying to be funny and cracking jokes; he wanted the satisfaction of knowing it was him who caused that beautiful sound.

So he never understood why you were so insecure, so broken. He noticed the way you looked at yourself, talked about yourself even, like you were worthless...and it broke his heart. You would always play it off as a joke every time you made a derogatory comment about your body, but JJ knew you better than that. He could see right through your facade that masked how fragile you really were.

He was always there to help her, she Always belonged to someone else

So JJ made it his job, his mission even, to be there to make you see just how special you really were. Every time you insulted yourself using a joke, he wouldn't laugh, instead he would tell you just how wrong you were. You wouldn't know how to respond to his plethora of compliments, all you could do was blush and look down at the ground, telling him to stop spurting nonsense.

But JJ wouldn't give up, he just wanted to make you feel beautiful, he wanted you to see yourself the way he saw you...absolutely gorgeous, inside and out. Oh how he longed to be able to call you his, there was nothing he wanted more.

But he couldn't. You belonged to someone else, Rafe Cameron. He hated that boy, not only for the way he treated the pogues but for the way he treated you. He knew Rafe planted these self-depreciating thoughts in your head; it was no coincidence that they'd started when you began going out with him. JJ just couldn't wrap his head around why you were with him, he couldn't fathom why someone as kind and gentle as you would want to be with someone as monstrous and selfish as him.

The truth was you were afraid that you weren't capable of being loved and thought that Rafe was all you were going to get. You were as in love with JJ as he was with you of course, but you'd convinced yourself he could never feel the same way, ignoring the blatant signs that you were wrong. Yes, Rafe caused a huge strain on your mental health, constantly reminding you what was wrong with you, but he said those things because he loved you. Or that was what you convinced yourself. He just wanted you to be the best version of yourself right?

You were so scared of solitude, of being alone for the rest of your life as you watched JJ fall in love with someone else that you were oblivious to the fact that this was in fact JJ's reality. He had to watch the girl he loved convince herself that a boy who made her feel worthless was all she deserved.

You would get into fights about it...all the time. JJ just couldn't bear the fact you were with him. He'd end up yelling at you for being so naive as to think what you had with Rafe was actual love.

"Can't you see he doesn't love you (Y/N)?" He pleaded, his voice cracking.

"You're wrong...he's the only one that does," you whispered sadly.

Those words were enough to break him. All JJ could do was stand there and look at you in complete disbelief, and so he stormed out of your house leaving you in tears.

I drove for miles and miles and wound up At your door I've had you so many times but somehow I want more

It had been a week since you and JJ last spoke, since he stormed out of your house. JJ was driving around The Cut after getting into a fight with his dad and receiving another beating. But the pain from his fresh bruises was nothing compared to the pain in his heart every time he thought about you, which was every damn second.

All JJ could think about whilst driving about in the rain aimlessly was how close you two were, how much you meant to him and how this week without you had felt like a year. He had you, you were his best friend, but he wanted more...and he couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He'd spent too long keeping it a secret and all for you to wind up with someone who didn't deserve you. Hell, JJ didn't even feel he deserved you, but he wound up at your door in the middle of the night anyway.

I don't mind spendin' everyday Out on your corner in the pourin' rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

He could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he stepped onto your porch. After hesitating for a few moments he finally plucked up the courage to knock on your door. He didn't know what to expect as it probably wasn't the most appropriate time to be confessing his feelings for you, his feelings that he was sure were unrequited.

After receiving no response, JJ decided if he didn't tell you tonight, he wasn't ever going to, so he wasn't leaving. He began to chuck small pebbles at your bedroom window, getting completely soaked from the rain that was pouring down on him. Finally your light turned on. You looked at your window and saw JJ and began to smile. But JJ could see how broken you were, despite being genuinely happy to see him.

You opened your window and shook your head in disbelief at the blond haired boy.

"JJ, what are you doing?" You whisper shouted.

"Can I stay a while? It's wet out here." JJ grinned. You nodded.

You let him in and urged him to tip toe up your stairs as not to wake up your parents who had miraculously slept through his racket. You both sat down on your bed, silence consuming the two of you at first, neither of you daring to speak first.

"I missed you," you whispered.

"Me too,"  he said, smiling through his sigh.

And she will be loved, and she will be loved

JJ took in your appearance, you looked...worse. Your eyes had dark bags underneath them as if you hadn't slept the entire week and they looked bloodshot. Your lips were chapped and broken, a sign that you had been chewing at them more than usual. It broke his heart knowing that your external appearance only showed a fraction of how you felt inside. You needed to be loved, properly loved. Not the love you thought you had with Rafe, but a love only you could bring yourself. You needed to love yourself, and he knew you wouldn't do so without help, his help. So he was going to love you the way you needed to yourself until you could finally see how deserving of it you were.

"(Y/N), I need to tell you something," JJ said gently, gazing into your eyes.

"What is it?" You replied just as gently.

Tap on my window, knock on my door, I Want to make you feel beautiful I know I tend to get so insecure It doesn't matter anymore

"You deserve to be loved," JJ started, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

"What?" You asked.

"You deserve love, (Y/N)," JJ repeated seriously, never breaking eye contact with you.

"JJ...I-I don't know what you mean, I-I am loved, Rafe-" you stuttered before JJ interrupted you.

"You and I both know Rafe doesn't love you," JJ stated, raising his voice ever so slightly.

You went silent. You did know, you knew it all along but you'd just hoped the day you had to face the reality of it would never come. Rafe never made you feel loved, all he would do was make you hate yourself more and more. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you looked down at your hands, they'd began to shake and you'd started to chew at your bottom lip again, causing it to sting. You felt so unbelievably alone despite the fact that the boy you loved was sat only inches away from you. All you wanted to do was tell him the truth, about how Rafe was simply your attempt to fill the void in your heart, the void caused by the thought of JJ not reciprocating your feelings. This thought that you'd spiralled into a false truth.

"But I do," JJ whispered.

In that moment, it felt as though your heart had leaped out of your chest. Your eyes widened as you looked up from your hands and into JJ's blue eyes. They were full of sincerity, kindness, adoration...and love, genuine love.

"W-what?" You croaked.

"I love you, (Y/N)," JJ repeated, just as sincere as before, "and not in the way I love Pope, or Kie, or John B...I am in love with you (Y/N)."

JJ felt as though a weight the size of his entire body had been lifted from his chest. He stared at you in anticipation, dreading what words might escape your lips, but also excited. You stared at him in shock, not being able to believe what you were hearing. JJ Maybank was in love with you this whole time? How blind could you have been?

"H-how could you love me?" You asked in disbelief.

"Because you're beautiful (Y/N), inside and out. I know you don't see it, but I want to help you see it. I wanna make you feel beautiful. I don't care what it takes, hell I stood outside your house in the pouring rain throwing pebbles at your window so I could tell you this!" JJ gushed, cupping your face instinctively so you would look him in the eye.

You'd never felt more special, more meaningful, more loved. You let a tear slip down your cheek. You were crying, but for the first time in forever they were tears of happiness. JJ tenderly wiped your tears with his thumb as you looked up at him.

"I love you too, JJ Maybank," you whispered in absolute adoration.

"I love you more than you could ever imagine, (Y/N) (Y/LN)," he smiled, some tears of his own escaping at the beauty of this moment, it was everything he'd dreamt of and more.

He did it, he finally got the girl...and he, JJ Maybank, was going to make sure you were loved the right way.

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a/n: dhfksdkf this is my first song fic in 2 years, I'm so nervous idk whether I like it or not but I promised myself I would post this, I really hope you enjoyed

[bbhyeoliskooks]

・●○ 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ○●・

According to Yeonjun, the two of you can only stay as friends with benefits. 

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Pairing: Yeonjun x Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: 3 cups of angst and two sprinkles of fluff !

Warnings: A bit of cursing, a BIT sexual (hickies and all?), passing out

Song: Stay

(Ooh, this one was fun and interesting to write !! Although, it kinda hurt a little bit, if I do say so for myself. Also, should I write Soobin’s pov? I think it would be quite interesting as I have just gained a few ideas.)

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“Good morning, gorgeous~”

You were met to a comforting sight in the early dawn of Yeonjun delicately cupping your cheek. Once he noticed that you were awake, he sweetly placed a blissful kiss against your forehead while you relished in the feeling of your love seemingly being returned. You wanted to live in this moment forever, here in his arms just because this was the only way you would know his love was there. 

He, himself was irreplaceable... no other person made you feel like this in the last 10 years since meeting him. 

Like a pair, he was the flame while you were the candle. He was the Christmas mug, and you were the scorching hot chocolate. He was the heavy bricks while you were the strong rooftop. There were so many things that you could compare but in all of those examples, you needed him- easily more than he needed you. 

The other thing that you could complain about though, or in this relationship with him was the label.

Friends with benefits.

It was extremely cliche that you wanted to choke from how spot on it was. One had feelings for the other while one didn't, inevitably breaking their heart or admitting that they had the same problem. The only thing about it was that you were sure that he didn't... well, love you back.

It seemed that shutting your mouth was the best option in this mess. 

Effortlessly you could say to anyone who wondered that he was just your best friend. However there were so many things to keep in the dark. If you could name a few it would be hiding your tears whenever he left those passionate marks on your neck, letting his name roll out endlessly whenever he hit the right spot, and even telling you that he loves you while you incoherently mumbled in ecstasy that you felt the same way too...

He said that he loved you, that’s all you’ve wanted all this time! He loves you, so... why are you extremely greedy to reach for so much more?

The reason was simple.

It just... isn’t like that.

Sure he gifted you feelings that no other boy could give you, but this was only in a beneficial way.

He wanted sex, you wanted love.

There was a clear difference on so many levels that left your mental state shattered, not to mention the love you had built up for him. 

Every single week this happened, you had to take it, or else you reckoned that your friendship with Yeonjun would be irreparably destroyed.

Confusion drew over you each time when he acted like he was in love with you. That was the one time where the two of you were alone... and the first time he took you to heaven.

Perhaps you went wrong with hiding one day, being much too obvious in front of him. You figured out that he found out that you loved him and slowly took advantage of it, telling you things you wanted to hear whenever he wanted something. 

Maybe it was the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw you, which you simply thought he um- liked you, but it seemed that it obviously wasn’t the case. 

You shook off all of those negative thoughts, trying to focus on the good things that were coming at the moment. 

“Hey, can I ask you a question? It isn’t that bad, if you’re worried.”

Yeonjun let out a low hum in his chest to show that he was listening. He drew little yet gentle circles on your shoulder that had you swooning from inside. You closed your eyes to forbid yourself from melting into his touch, knowing that your thought process would be cut off if you sunk further down. 

You breathed in deeply. “W-will you eat breakfast with me today? I mean, I just figured that-” the sound of the fumbling sheets snapped you out of your little daze and you shot up, panic setting in your nerves again.

No, no! He can’t leave! Everything was so perfect!

He arose from his spot on the warm bed, unintentionally- or purposefully extracting out your heart in his warm hands. You jumped out as well, immediately interlocking your hands with his. 

“Wait, Yeonjun! You’re not going to stay?” 

Oh, wow...

I guess that hit a sensitive nerve. You watched as he stopped dead in his tracks right next to the door frame. It seemed that he did not want to face the courage to look at you in the eye this time.

“I told you this over and over again, Y/N. I can’t, okay? How many times do I have to repeat it for you?” His voice was disturbingly calm, causing your heart to squeeze distressingly in your chest. He isn’t being serious, no way in hell he’s being serious when he told you he loved you... that he loved you so damn much.

Tears gathered in your eyes, no strength left in your body to hide them. 

Silly you for actually thinking that he would actually stay, right? What a funny joke you so desperately wanted to laugh about.

You shuffled to turn on the other side where Yeonjun used to lay. Your fingertips grazed the hickies he had left on your neck. They stung a little bit but it didn’t amount to how much pain you were dealing with inside. What good would it do now if he kept marking you and calling you “his” if he didn’t even fucking love you?

You felt that the air in your lungs was constricted, barely managing to choke out a few, strained words.

“Y-yeah! I guess so... Goodbye, Jun.”

He didn’t say anything, only letting out a deep sigh of somewhat a relief. You realized then that you were holding onto his hand when he harshly pulled his hand away from you.

You stumbled back helplessly, desiring time- just time to say the things you needed to relinquish. His name kept tumbling out of your mouth, slowly gaining volume but still with all your might, he couldn't hear you. Couldn’t hear the desperation coated from your broken heart below, or how much you needed him to be with you.

Perhaps, he chose not to after you subtly asked him to stay with you, wrapped in your arms where the two of you could foolishly giggle in your bed all day. 

The words of your sore throat came undone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from saying the words which would haunt him forever.

“You said that you loved me last night, so why the fuck am I not good enough?!”

The door to your room slammed shut and you sunk into the burning covers once more, your tears trickling like waterfalls against your swollen cheeks. Your lips were sore from earlier, but you didn’t want to apply any ointment on it right now in fear that you would trip on your own two feet. The information was irrelevant, but he went rough on you for purposefully flirting with Soobin to make him jealous.

It seemed that there wasn’t any light or hope in your body that pined for his touch now, the one that reassured you that he would have the ability to love you like that. It would never happen, you needed to keep telling yourself. Sooner or later, you weren’t going to feel anything for him anymore. You just needed time.

This vessel of pleasure for Yeonjun was the only thing you had, you even knew without him telling you directly. Hell, you didn’t even think that he thought of you as his best friend anymore.

The anger and frustration were barely restrained in your chest, endless reverberating sobs filling the silent house for the first time.

Stupid you for thinking that his body would be enough to fill the empty void he made. Stupid you for kissing his tears away, only to be left alone when he chose not to do the same. Stupid you for always loving... him.

It was excruciating, especially because it was your fault for saying yes. He was  going to be eternally precious to you whether you liked it or not, but you knew that what you had wasn’t enough to make him stay. And yet, it it was just your body, then at least you had one thing to give up, draining you until you couldn’t keep going anymore.

Dark scribbles of pent up hate for yourself clouded your head, and the blinding light rushed towards you, black dots taking over your vision. 

You passed out on the floor, and nobody knew until Soobin checked up on you minutes later that day. 

Little did you know, Yeonjun listened to your desperate cries on the other side, his heart shattering from how much of a coward he was not to tell his best friend that he couldn't love you back no matter how much he tried. 

10 years of friendship and September 24, 2020 was the day your friendship crumbled apart. 

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@unlocktxt , yes i tagged you 😚✌🏽 im proud of this one ~~

@petalskook , i tagged you too 😳 you’ve just been so sweet to me these days, so ive figured why not !?

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[mollyhw14]

Fallen Angel : Tied to the Devil's Daughter (demon au Lee Donghyuk / Haechan ) ♛ CH1 ♛

Walking across the food court in search of her friend felt like more of an effort to Seraphina today than usual. It was on 12 o'clock, and she was already pissed off with everything. Her alarm hadn't gone off at it's usual time, making her late for school, and then on top of that, she'd completely forgot her gym stuff for her morning periods, resulting in her having to wear clothes from the lost and found which hadn't been washed in years. She could still smell the foul stench of fish that radiated off the clothes, and her face flushed from embarrassment at all the stares she had received, in which she had sent them back a nice hand gesture of her middle finger and a glare which could could burn flames into each and everything person.

Upon spotting a mop of curly blonde hair, she stormed over to the table with her tray of food, not caring who she barged into on the way, and almost launching her tray at the table top.

"Woah what's happened to you? Seriously Phina you really need to lay low on that temper of yours before you end up getting yourself kicked out."

Cheonsa was the definition of a grade A student, perfecting in everything she did. As much as she contrasting towards the fiery girl, she couldn't help but worry over her and how she was always getting herself into trouble. It wasn't even that she'd do something mean or hurtful to someone, she just couldn't hold back her temper, her actions and voice coming across too blunt and harsh a times in which she couldn't stop it.

"You know I can't help it Cheonie, it gets me so mad I literally want to burn everyone's eyes that had to witness that shit show of a gym session this morning. " She sighed, looking at her perfect friend, wishing she could switch lives with the blonde.

"Well how about you go let some steam off in the dance studio, you have a free period now don't you? I can meet you outside school afterwards and we can go over for a coffee at our usual spot?" trying to cheer her friend up, Cheonsa stood up readying herself for her next class. She saw a sheer nod of the dark hair girl and felt satisfied, knowing she'd have calmed down by then.

"Anyway you owe me, it's my eighteenth tomorrow and you still haven't got me a present, and don't even try to deny it, I know you to well Phina." She chuckled as she ruffled the brunettes hair, seeing the scowl that had appeared on her face from the comment before heading  off to her to lesson.

"How the fuck did she know I hadn't bought her a present?"

The dance studio was Seraphina's main way off letting out all the frustration she had built up inside of her. She had always wanted to become a professional ballet dancer, performing on the big stage in elegant pointe shoes. Her dance teacher never paid any attention to the way she danced, blinded by the trio Phina liked to call 'Dicktrio' and their money. After all if it wasn't for their money and parents, the teacher wouldn't even have a job, so that was the reason why she was always seen sucking up to these kid's asses. This however only made Seraphina more passionate about her dream, she wanted to prove herself to her teacher that she was worthy of becoming a dancer.

Upon reaching the dance studio, she soon realised that she wasn't the only one with the same idea. Booming music blared through the doors of the studio, making the walls of the corridor vibrate louder and louder with each step she took. Once reaching the open doors, she peered in spotting a mop of flaming orange hair, dancing effortlessly to the music that blared through the speakers. His body moved almost fluid-like, as his feet floated from one area to the other. His eyes burned into his reflection, mind anywhere other than present, making sure his body hit every beat in the song. The boy was to ingulfed in own world to realise the figure slowly approaching the music stand in the far right corner of the studio. Just went the boy was about the perform the killing part of the song, the music came to a sudden stop, bring the boy back to his senses.

"You're in my time spot." The girl glared at the boy, making sure he heard her loud and cleared.

The boy, pissed off that his dance time was ruined, glared back at the girl not amused with her stopping his music.

He scoffed, looking her up and down, noticing that she looked very unfamiliar, however the strong presence of power clearly radiated off of her.

"Who says?" he made sure to match her tone of voice, striding over to his phone which was situated on top of the music stand.

"Me, that's who." She growled, beginning to get irritated that he wasn't leaving.

There was a silence, the boy not caring that he was probably annoying her and in fact using up her time slot, but it was fun getting to see the way she was attempting to intimidate him. Nothing scared him, not even a 5ft 3 girl with very evident anger issues.

"You're -"

Seraphina was about to start cursing the boy out when a voice cut her off.

"Ah Seraphina Lucifer, I see you have met our newest pupil Lee Haechan, he will be joining in your time slot from now on as we don't have enough room to fit him in elsewhere. Please don't start any trouble, you know what happened last time." The teacher sent a pointed look her way, before collecting her stuff and leaving the room; leaving a livid Seraphina and an amused Haechan.

The boy picked up his bag and turned towards the girl, making sure to get s good look at her face, so that he could make sure to stay clear of her. Her attitude pissing him off, he wanted to make sure he could avoid her presence whenever dance wasn't involved. He was surprised to find that he thought she was in fact breath takingly beautiful. Dark brown hair cascaded down her back in light waves, and her bangs framed her face nicely as they curved on either side of her face. Her eyes were so dark, they almost looked black and cat-like as the light eyeliner she wore gave them a more oval shape. A flush of pink bloomed amongst her cheeks however he could still make out the many freckles she had which littered around her nose and cheeks. He looked down towards her lips, they were a deep shade of pink, full and plump, but he could tell that she bit them too much from the very evident redness below her bottom lip.

Once realising he'd stared a bit too long, he couldn't help but look away, cheeks flushed that he found her attractive. He sighed, it was unfortunate that her personality outshined it.

" Don't worry princess  you can stare at me more another time, I've got a lesson to get to."

She let out a low growl, burning holes into the boy's side as he sauntered off towards the door.

Pausing before he walked out, he turned around.

"Oh and one more thing. Don't miss me too much, you'll be seeing a lot of me princess so you better get that temper of yours under control."

He left with a light chuckle, eyes gleaming with mischief as he went onto his next period.

The girl was speechless, that's for sure. Fist scrunched up at her sides, wanting nothing more than to hit the boy right in that pretty face of his. She knew one thing for sure, as of this day.

She hated Lee Haechan.

[iamdeadlocked]

Why So Serious?

Ship: Spideypool

Fandoms: Spiderman (Any media), Deadpool (Any media)

The place... is disturbing.

The hall Peter is in disturbing.

It is dark.

Only a few bright white lights every few feet to break up the darkness.

The walls are dirty. At some point in time they were probably white but from years of neglect they took on a grayish tone. If Peter looks closely he could see the nail marks engraved into the wall. As well as a few dark splotches of.... something.

I don’t know what it is, he thinks to himself.

Every few feet on the wall in between the nail markings was either a door or a cell.

The doors had only one opening on it, a small little window someone could slide open if they wanted. inside the cells were pitch black. The only indication someone or something was in the cell were the loud sounds of chains rattling and heavy breathing every so often coming from inside.

Peter can’t see in the cell but he knows without a doubt that whatever is in there can see him.

The air is still, dusty, and stale. Every few moments Peter felt like sneezing and the urge to breathe heavy into a brown paper bag to get some type of relief from the suppressing air grew.

Time has no meaning in the asylum.

Outside the place the sun is shining, the birds are singing, people are heading off to lunch, the world is functioning as it should. Time was passing out there. Here things were different. In here time had no meaning. It was useless to know it so no one bothered. Day in and day out things remained the same. Peter couldn't even tell if it was night or day and he just came from outside.

The sound of dripping water in the distance never ceased.

No matter which direction Peter walks in, no matter how far he walks, the sound of dripping follows him everywhere. It kind of sounds as if the water was following him but that was much too crazy for him.

It is silent. Too silent.

There where people walking aimlessly in each direction, yet none of them made a sound. The sound of their feet muffled by the once white slippers. Despite the many various amount of people who never looked away from the floor or the wall, they never bump into each other. Not once did Peter see them come even close to bumping someone else. It was strange, it made him think that these people have some type of supernatural senses.

The people were disturbing.

Their skin a dusty, unhealthy ash like color. Their eyes devoid of emotion, of life. They walk around Peter, leaving a wide range of space. They came in from the darkness silently and went into the darkness silently. Very few look at Peter as he walks pass. The few brave souls who dare to do so only did for a few seconds before going back to staring at the floor. The few seconds lasted an eternity.

The feeling of being watch is unsettling to Peter. No matter who Peter looks at, no matter which direction he stares off into, the feeling of eyes on his body never left. Perhaps once he passes the people they turn and stare? Maybe it’s the hidden figures inside the cells? It could possibly be the cameras with the red blinking lights on every door? Whatever the reason for the feeling, Peter hates it with a burning passion.

Peter loathes this place.

No matter how many times he goes to the Avengers Asylum, he never gets use to the feeling of dread, the foreboding sense of fear, the feeling of hopelessness, the feeling of... excitement.

The excitement being the only reason why he continues to come back each week.

He takes a deep breath and instantly regrets it. A new smell of human waste and sulfur enters his nose and takes over his senses. Peter’s eyes water just a bit as he tries not to gag.

These living conditions are not by any means legal.

The only people who could manage to live here are the mentally unstable, the people who do not know the difference between right and wrong, the people who don’t notice the abuse. The people who are trapped here, should not live under these conditions, yet no one helps them. Very little people from the outside world knows the horrors that lie inside.

Peter, as much as he hates to admit it, doesn’t help them.

They are the forgotten and the damned. Peter thinks it is not his place to help them, no matter how much he wants to. He doesn’t have the power or the sources to help. Besides even if he was able to help how long with it help? The outside world would help for maybe a year at most before forgetting those that live here. It would be a helpless cause.

Peter picks up the pace to his destination in attempts to runaway from the somber If thoughts. He walks up to a door that is labeled Joker with the initials W.W.W. underneath it.

He knocks three times in quick succession and steps back to wait. An a piercing alarm sounds cutting through the air and echoing off the walls. The people walking behind him don’t pause, don’t react to or acknowledge the loud and sudden noise that suddenly fills the place. They continue as if they hadn’t heard a sound. Perhaps they didn’t? These people could be deaf and blind for all Peter knows.

Despite his fears, despite the urge to run and hide, despite the urge to go home, take the hottest shower that would have made the devil flinch, and hide under his covers, Peter stays put. His heart speeds up. His hands get clammy. If someone was to look into Peter’s eyes, they would see his pupils dilate.

The doors open slowly towards him, a loud eerie screeching sound filling the space. Peter takes another step back so as to avoid getting hit in the face. After what seems like an eternity the doors are fully opened.

Peter steps inside and the door slams shut. How a door opens slowly but shuts quickly is beyond me, Peter thinks to himself.

The dripping sound that followed him in the hall disappears. The sounds of chains rattling and the heavy breathing abruptly cut off. The silence is unnerving. In the center of the room sitting under one bright light bulb that is hanging from the ceiling is a man. He is sitting at a table strapped to the chair he is in. His arms are bolted down to the arms of the chairs tightly, his legs bolted to the front of the chairs, his chest wrapped tightly in metal to the back of the chair.

Peter would think that would be enough to hold a man down but he knew from experience that he was wrong.

On top of the metal straps holding him to the chair, he had heavy chains going from his wrists, chest, and ankles to some bolts dig into the ground around him. The only thing the man has free is his scarred, bald head.

He stares at Peter. Eyeballing him from his position in the room, the look of amusement on his face.

The man breaks down everything about Peter's day in his head. He may not act like he was smart but Peter knew deep deep down that Sherlock Holmes has nothing on this man.

The man is dangerous, deadly, insane, uncontrollable, unstable, smart, stunning, charismatic, and convincing and so much more. His mind is damaged, broken, and never to be mended. If anyone listened to him talk they would think he was some kind of idiot who was disassociated with the real world. However according the the files in Peter’s hand the last person who underestimated the man was buried six feet under.

Peter knows this. Knows he shouldn’t be excited to talk to this heavily scarred man in the worst insane asylum in history, he knows that he should feel afraid with the way he’s staring, feel anxious and intimidated but he doesn’t. Peter loves the attention. He loves the heavy weight of this crazed man’s eyes on him. He craves the attention that he hardly ever gets on the outside. The man knows Peter loves the attention. He knows Peter is only playing hard to get. He knows that Peter craves the attention he gives. His bright hazel eyes follow Peters movements as he walks from the door to the other side of the table. Peter places the folders he has clutched in his arms onto the surface. He straightens out his glasses and sits down. Peter opens the files labeled W.W.W. Peter in order to look unfazed and bored, looks down and pretends to read the words on the paper but it is all a farce. He has every line memorized, every single word committed to memory. Some people would call it an obsession but Peter prefers the term fascination.

This is nothing but a routine for them. A game they play at the beginning of the session.

The eyes that were on him were a distraction to his fake reading. A very welcomed distraction.

“Ahhh it if isn’t my beautiful little Harley Quinn. How is daddy’s little monster?” He mummers adoration coloring his voice, his eyes closing half way as he studies Peter’s body language.

On the outside Peter feigns annoyance and rolls his eyes. He shuts the file and leans back in the metal chair and folds his arm. He sighs as if to say he is fed up with the other and his stupid nicknames. On the inside is different, Peter swoons under his adoring tone, he blushes heavily at the man’s undivided attention. Peter yearns for more. Peter yearns for him.

The bald man sees right past Peters annoyed display. He knows Peter’s tales, knows his body language, knows Peter inside and out.

He laughs suddenly and loudly.

“HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA”

Just as quickly as it came it left and he did nothing but stare again his head tilting to the side in a questioning gaze. The silence is once again deafening. The man isn’t know for his lack of talking. There’s a reason he’s called Merc with a Mouth.

At this point Peter is almost wishing for the dripping sound to return. Anything to make him less nervous. The chained man didn’t seem like he was going to break the silence anytime soon so Peter did.

“Wade. How many times do I need to tell you? My name is not Harley Quinn, nor am I daddy’s little monster.”

No matter how much I wish I could be he silently says.

Wade’s face hardens. The hazel eyes, that Peter loves to stare into and fantasize about at night, darken. The man smiles once more but this time it looks painful with all the scars shifting at the movement.

Wade’s head falls to his chest and his shoulders shake.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA”. The laugh is not as long as the first time but it’s just as loud if not louder.

Wade brings his head back up and he stares into Peter’s soul once again, dropping his smile to a grim look.

“You’ll always be my little Harley Quinn and I’ll always be your Joker.”

Peter glares at him and says nothing. Wade sighs but smiles again. The smile is unsettling, this one is very fake and mocking. It shakes Peter to his core.

“Why so serious Spidey?”