#i promise you with every fiber of my being i love this fucker so much

[trespasssweetlyurged]

my dea r , , sweet ed,, , please be nice to him,, ,

i count putting both horrible person and never done anything wrong as me being nice to him <3

[amyrahrose]

⁖Content warning: Sexual theme between Geto and reader, adult theme, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), dominant Geto!, READER IS BLACK FEMALE CODED.

Synopsis: Geto and Y/n are at her yearly office party, and while Y/n is having a great time, she's unaware of Geto's displeasure in it all. Especially how you keep entertaining one of your coworkers a little too much for Geto's liking. Well it looks like he's going to have to teach you (and your coworker) a lesson. ✨

•Author's Notes: 18 and Under, GET TA STEPPIN! Everyone else, please enjoy and feel free to like and repost 😊🤎

The events that led up to this happened faster than you could breath. One minute you were engaging into some small talk with your coworkers, laughing at a corny joke one of the guys just told, and the next your were being dragged off by an unseen presence, only catching the shocked expressions from the small group you were just apart of. 

“What the hell is happening?” You think to yourself as you’re still being dragged away. You turned around, ready to give the person a piece of your mind when you notice who it is that has a hold of you.

“Geto.” You breathe out with a roll of your eyes. You should’ve know it was him, who else would have the balls to pull something as crazy as that at your office party? 

You loved your boyfriend, with every fiber of your being, but he was very possessive and had jealous tendencies when it came to you. Every guy, in his eyes, only wanted to take you away from him and claim you as theirs. It was even one time when he gave an elderly man a death glare for, as Geto puts it, smiling a little too hard for his liking at you. 

“Suguru, you’re crazy, what could an old man like that possibly want with me?”

“Well duh babe, isn’t it obvious, he wants the same thing I beg you to let me eat out every night.” Geto said matter-of-fact, in the middle of the grocery store. You were about to tell him off until you looked over at the elderly man sporting a shit-eating grin on his face, confirming what Geto said. Let’s just say you haven’t been back there to shop since. 

“Y/n, I tried being on my “best behavior” but I couldn’t take how that fucker was staring at you anymore, practically eye-fucking you, So I came to your rescue.” He said with a not so innocent smile. 

You scoffed, “I didn’t need you to rescue me from anyone, and Kento is harmless, he sees me as a friend.” Geto threw his head back in a fit of laughter. “Yea, sweatheart a friend he wants to fuck but don’t worry, after this, he wouldn’t dare look your way again.” He said with a smirk. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, you had a feeling where this may be leading.

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“Louder sweatheart, I don’t think they can hear you.” Geto stated with a smirk dancing on his lips. He had you locked up in the restroom for the last thirty minutes, bent over the sink with his dick buried deep into your cunt. You barely stood a chance once he pushed you into the restroom, solidifying what was to come. 

“Please Geto, please.. it won’t happen again.” You moaned out, trying to plead your case. Part of you wanted him to stop, slightly embarrassed that this was happening in the same building where you see your coworkers everday, but the other part of you enjoyed every minute of it. The pleasure of his thick, veiny cock, pulsating inside of you overshadowed the consquences waiting on the other side of the door. 

“You’re sorry for what princess?” Geto breathed against your neck, licking and sucking on your spot behind your ear. “You’re sorry for laughing at the lame fucker’s joke? Hmm? Say “I promise I won’t do it again daddy”. Scream it out loud so Kento could hear.” He stated with a devilish smile. You moaned, shaking your head no at his request. Tsking at your protest, Geto pulled you up by your box braids and slammed your back against his chest, causing him to pound deeper inside you. 

“Was that a no sweetheart? Would you rather I finish fucking you out infront of everybody? I don’t mind letting them know who’s pussy this belongs too, especially your lame ass coworker.” He smiled against your back. His threat had you clenching around him, leaving a creamy, white coat around his dick. 

He groaned, “You like that, huh? You like the thought of being whored out infront of people, having them watch as I stretch this pussy out, filling you up?” His thrust becoming harder and sharper at the image of having you laid infront of group of people as he claimed what was his. 

With a shaky breath, you whispered out a small no, only for it to come out louder when Geto reached around and started rubbing your clit.

“That’s funny your lips are saying one thing, but she’s telling me something different.” He groaned and licked his lips at the sight of where you two connected, your pussy molding around he dick like it was made specifically for him. Clenching and milking him for everything he’s got, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he nutted.

“C’mon say it pretty girl. Let ‘em know you’re mine.” He demanded as he continued his assault on your clit and pussy. He know you were at your breaking point too from the way you tried grinding back against him. 

“I’m yours Geto. I’m yours” You squeaked out, eyes rolling back as you felt him rub your clit with more intensity. 

“That’s it baby, good girl. Say it again, louder.” He panted, watching you be submissive had Geto on cloud nine. 

“I’m yours Geto, only yours, I promise! Please Daddy, let me cum.” You whimpered out. That’s all it took for Geto to lose control. 

His thrust were unrelenting as he started deep stroking you, kissing your cervix with his fat tip, spelling his name over and over with the tip of his finger on your clit. With his lips pressed against your ear he whispered, “Look at me.” 

You looked up in the mirror to see Geto purple eyes already trained on you, staring at you with such an intensity it made you dizzy. 

He watched you for a few seconds more, before speaking one word that possesses you.

“Cum.” He demanded with a deep, territorial growl. As if magic, you came all over Geto’s dick. Waves of pleasure racking over your body as your juices splashed all over yourself and his lower half. He let out a hiss, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your walls clamping down on his dick. With a few more thrusts, Geto drew out a long moan as he cummed deep inside you, hot thick ropes of his cum painting your insides white. Both of you stayed like that for a while, breathing hard coming down from the high. With a kiss to your neck, Geto slid out of you slowly, causing a moan to slip past both of your lips. 

Turning to meet his eyes, he sported a goofy grin before saying, “Now let’s go back out and enjoy the party.” 

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You walked out the restroom, head hanging in shame as you felt all eyes on you and Geto. Geto on the other hand could care less, walking out with his head held high, smirking while basking in the attention. You didn’t think it all bad until you heard your boyfriend begin to talk, your stomach falling to your ass.

“Hey, Kento was it? Pleasure to meet you man. I’m sure you already know who I am. Hey, could you tell me that joke you told y/n? I’m dying to know what was so funny.” 

Yea it’s definitely time to cash in that vacation and leave the office for a little while.

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[equizona]

こんにちは、友よ!(I love doing my greetings in different languages)

I have le request!

Platonic Yandere Ticci toby Goldie and shoto X little sister reader

General headcannons?

I hope you have a great day\night!

From 🌧️ anon!😊

MY BOI GOLDIE, Y E S

Sorry, moving on. I'm very sorry it has taken so long, I was just kind of unmotivated about it? But I got around to it, and without further ado. Thats a lie

Hope ya like it.

Also, since Goldie is an anamatronic and doesn't have siblings, I'll just make it with the nightguards younger siblings.

Yandere with a younger sister. [BNHA/CREEPYPASTA/FNAF]

[HEADCANONS][FEMALE][PLANTONIC]

When he finds out the scum he calls father had another child, behind his mothers back?

He is furious. He hates his father even more now. And more than anything, he hates you.

His mother never deserved anything that happened to her, and she definitely didn't deserve the fucker cheating on her.

Then he tracks you down. He wants to kill you. He won't let his mother find out about it, ever.

And then he meets you.

So innocent, unknowing of his fathers cruelty.

Safe, safe from the horrors of the world.

And he wants to protect that. Protect you. With every fiber oof his body.

So he'll intredouce himself you your mother first. Get her to adore him like her own son. And then she'll intreduce the two of you.

And he'll make sure you adore him.

You got his father's quirk? He'll teach you how to use fire.

Your mothers? He'll show of his quirk,watch as your eyes light up because of him.

He'll make sure he becomes your favorite person in the whole world.

He's very protective, but he won't kill the people who harm you, no.

He'll go to their houses, speak with their parents.

He's famous, for both the sports festival, and being the number ones son.

And he hates his father, but won't be afraid to use that mans status for his own benefit.

He'll also spoil you like crazy with his dads credit card.

You get anything you want, anything at all.

New clothing? Food? Snacks? Wanna go shopping? Want to see a movie? Vacation?

Of course, he'll make sure to stay on your moms good side, so she won't stop letting him see you.

Even if she did, he would kill her.

And then custody would go to his dad, and he would keep you with him and as far away from his dad or any of his siblings as he could.

He'll make sure nobody ever wants to date you. Ever.

He isn't quite ready to share you with any other person yet.

Mabye one day he will, but you better not forget him.

Then he'll/she'll/they'll get in an... accident.

Also, he wants matching outfits with you.

Won't be afraid to show how cute you are and how much you like him and how absolute perfect you are.

His freinss get sick of it.

He won't care.

He was always closer to Lyra than he was with you.

You were young, about eleven when he was seventeen.

And besides, he never went to you about anything, he was always going to Lyra.

Then his sister died, and he snapped.

He ended up killing his dad, and probably killed you and his mother in the fire he started. He would be more surprised if he didn't.

And then he sees you. By some stranger, looking so sad.

And now you're thirteen.

And he doesn't understand, because he killed you.

Except he hadn't, because you had been sent to your grandparents for a while, during the time he recovered and his parents tried to cope with th loss of a child.

They hadn't wanted to tell you about Lyra.

And that wasn't his grandparents. The two had probably died because they were so old.

Foster parents.

He'll watch some older kids pick on you, and then he'll stand behind you, scaring them shitless.

He won't intredouce himself as himself? No.

Simply as your imaginary friend.

Always dissapearing before anyone but you can see him.

He's trained for that after all.

But you love him, even if he's "just a fragment of your mind, creating an illusion of your brother because he was the only one they didn't find the body of and you miss him."

He'll cuddle you, watch movies with you.

He knows his way around the internet, and how to illegally get money.

And Ben showed him the best free websites.

So movies and cuddles are the most common for the two of you.

He can't be seen after all.

And late night trips? He'll take you for a walk, or star gazing.

And he'll bring you gifts and when your foster parents try to return them only to find them payed for?

They'll be concerned, but you never tell them about him anymore.

And he'll be so happy.

Because you love him as much as he loves you.

And now he knows why Lyra cared so much about you.

And he wouldn't end up like Lyra, he would be there for you.

Whether you liked it or not.

Goldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiedolgodegolduegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldiegoldie

A young boy(girl?) Who died, at the young age of eight.

And now, eight years later, has the body of a golden broken down bear and the mind of a 16 year old loser-

It's rare for him to actually engage with the nightguard, but he's always watching them.

So he'll be very surprised when he sees one of them bring a child in.

Are they stupid?

Well, he survived, walking out in a hurry with a small, crying child in his arms.

Goldie was ready for him to have learned the lesson and not bring you in, but he does.

And then he plugs music into your ears, blindfolds you and makes it so you aren't aware of anything going on.

Goldie will show up, not harming the nightguard, simply taking you while he was distracted.

And he'll intredouce himself, ready for you to yell and scream in fear.

But you don't, you just give him your name in return.

Y/N.

It fits amazingly.

And then he has you promise to never tell your brother that you are meeting him.

Until the last day, and he kills your brother.

And he keeps you in the vent room with him.

He basically kidnappers you.

But it's okay, it's fine.

It's normal.

Even if its, he doesn't care.

He can create illusions, hw makes sure you don't think anything is out of place.

And when you start thinking something is wrong, he'll kill you.

Simple as that.

When he no longer gets to have you?

Nobody gets to fucking have you.

[chances-r-high]

@leera-ozynite @vindication-thy-name-is-dwight

Chance always looked forward to his weekly lunches with Leera. It was something he’d set up once he’d reconnected with her, a reassurance that he still very much adored her. She was basically his mom, after all. Even if Midge had taken on the roll for a while, no one could ever take Leera’s place. 

However, he’d noticed some things in the past few weeks that had left him concerned. She would appear very tired, and either wouldn’t have much of an appetite or eat enough food for at least ten people. She’d mention feeling sick, nauseous specifically, and he began to become extremely worried. Was she alright? Had she contracted some terribly disease.

However, it was when the weird food combinations began that his worry melted into a visceral feeling of dread.

“Leera,” Chance asked, watching as she put pineapples and hot sauce over her stuffed mushrooms. “Can I ask you something?”

Leera looked up from taking a huge bite, chewing and swallowing before answering. Always a lady. “Of course, sweetheart. You can ask me anything.”

He wondered if she thought he just didn’t suspect. He was a doctor, a doctor trained by Midge. Someone who had had several children, three of which he’d delivered. “Are you pregnant?”

That seemed to make Leera tense, her fork stopping short of piercing another pineapple and hot sauce covered stuffed mushroom. She kept her eye focused on the table, not looking up at Chance for a moment. “What would make you think that?” Her voice quivered.

Chance sighed roughly through his nose. He felt every one of his nerves buzzing to the surface. Anxiety, a deep seeded need to protect someone he loved, fear of another living being having to go through what he did. “It’s his isn’t it?” He wasn’t sure why that question tumbled out of him. Leera was loyal to a fault.

Perhaps some part of him hoped…

Leera’s gaze snapped up to meet Chance, unable to help the slight offense she took at his question. She always found it remarkable how different Chance and Dwight’s eyes were, even though they were genetically the same. Dwight’s were icy, but not cold, like a sparkling snow cap mountain in the distance, daunting but beckoning. Chance’s were like the sky on a warm and clear day, welcoming, never hiding a single emotion the boy was feeling. It was two very different possibilities from the same biological make up. It was something Leera couldn’t help but find fascinating.

“Yes. The baby is Dwight’s,” she answered evenly. She had no intention of having a fight with Chance, it was the last thing she wanted, but she also wasn’t going to apologize for this. There were many things she felt inclined to apologize to Chance for, things she’d already apologized for profusely. But this...she wouldn’t feel guilty for it.

Nor would Chance make her feel guilty for it. She knew Leera loved Dwight, knew how deep her dedication to the man went. He also knew the bastard had been on his best behavior for the past year, even helping Addie save him from the Thropodians. He’d also rescued Agent Dib a couple times, not to mention had been taking care of his father for quite some time.

And that changed absolutely none of the animosity Chance held for his asshole of a creator.

He had every right be pissed. Every right to hate the man for as long as he lived. He’d been reassured of every turn that he owed him nothing, and by Togal if he wasn’t going to run with that.

However, this particular situation granted a special sort of action. Leera meant a lot to him. And, whether he liked it or not, she was with Dwight for the long haul. That being said, he was going to make damn sure the old man didn’t fuck this up.

0000000000000000000000000

He was surprised when no one stopped him from entering the space station. Perhaps they’d been told that the High Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance was off limits. Probably for the best on Dwight’s part. If there was one way for him to get on Addie’s bad side, it was kill one of her fiances.

Or maybe it was the large Cane Corso and cougar flanking him as he stomped down the hall.

Justice isn’t about what’s going to make us feel better. It’s about what’s right. That’s what she’d told him when she’d said she was going to put that anklet on him. It had been the hardest pill for him to swallow. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have been so damn upset. But she was right. He knew she was right, no matter how much he hated the circumstances.

Sometimes he wondered if maybe he’d found himself in the same position as Leera, blindly devoted to someone who could easily drag him down. He would always immediately slap that thought away. Addie was nothing like Dwight. He felt guilty by just the inkling of such a thought.

He finally reached Dwight’s office, not bothering to knock as he flung the doors out of his way. There was a sick sense of satisfaction at seeing the old man jump. If only it had been enough to give him a heart attack.

“Chance,” Dwight said, surprise and confusion coloring his tone. He kept the hint of worry hidden. Chance would never come to him willingly, let alone in such a boisterous manner. “What are you doing here?”

Chance glared, shoving his trembling hands into his pockets. Deep breaths. This was for Leera. He took a step forward and Persephone and Diana followed suit, the large black dog growling as she looked up at Dwight. “Easy girl,” he told her. She obeyed him, sitting primly. But her dark eyes never left the man sitting at the desk.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Chance said, taking another step forward. Diana and Persephone didn’t follow this time, but they hovered in the background, waiting.

Dwight’s eyes darted from Chance to the two animals behind him, his brow furrowing. “I had adopted the impression that you were above intimidation tactics,” he said carefully. There wasn’t any kind of snark or fear or...anything behind it. Just a statement.

Chance gave a humorless laugh. “I don’t think you’re in any position to judge whether or not I am above such tactics.” Don’t try to verbally spar your way out of this one, old man. You taught me every trick you know.

Dwight stared for a moment longer before letting out a long sigh. He was tired. Not only did he have his company to run, and have Johnny to monitor, but now he had a baby on the way. It was a lot all at once. Not to mention, he’d pretty much give Chance anything he wanted at this point. It was the least he could do. “What do you want, Chance?”

Chance balled his hands into fists, keeping them tight in his pockets. His back teeth grinded together as he tried to keep his cool. Every fiber of his being wanted to pick up the nearest object and beat Dwight to death with it. Or burst into tears. He would do neither, though. For Leera’s sake and for the sake of his pride, respectfully.

“Are you going to be there, this time?” Chance demanded, forcing his voice to remain even and strong. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re going to be there this time.” For the good and the bad. For anything they need. Tell me you’re not going to just throw another one away. He wanted to believe that Leera wouldn’t tolerate it this time, but he just didn’t know...

At the same time...even he couldn’t deny the changes Dwight had made…

And he hated that with his whole being.

Dwight was quiet for several moments, moments that felt like hours. He’d already swore from the moment Leera decided she wanted them to keep this child, to raise it properly, that he wouldn’t fuck up this time. He’d been a decent father before, hadn’t he? Couldn’t he be that again? He hadn’t been that for Chance, and no apology in the universe would be enough for what he put the boy through…

And he knew this promise wouldn’t be enough either…

But he knew what this was really about. They both did. And it was not about either of them. It was about the woman currently carrying Dwight’s child.

“I swear,” Dwight said to Chance, his gaze unwavering from the boy’s, “I will not fail this one.”

Chance dug his nails into his palms, his breathing becoming shaky. His throat felt tight, and forced himself to clear it loudly. He glowered at Dwight for his choice of words. Fucking asshole.

He was even more pissed off that he could tell that the fucker meant what he was saying, giving Chance no out to say or do anything violent or angry.

“Okay,” he said, becoming irritated when his voice cracked on the word. “I’m going to visit my dad. Don’t bother us.”

And the turned on his heel and stormed out the door, Persephone and Diana right at his sides.

[inkribbon796]

Useless Bravery

Summary: Virgil wants to be a real hero despite his fears and past. So he decides that, if he’s going to be a good guy, he needs to stop working with the bad guys. Something that gets complicated when the villain life isn’t quite done with him.

A/N: I like to imagine Dark sees a bit of himself in Virgil, hence the excessive force and tough love.

Virgil knew he had to face him eventually, the rest of the heroes already knew. He just had to look Dark in the eye and . . .

. . . Virgil was already getting sweaty palms. He was pretty sure this was going to end with Dark trying to stab him in the heart, and he was torn between bringing someone with him and sneaking off.

But he didn’t want anyone else to get hurt, so he decided to go alone.

Anxiety was hardly the only one to do so, Eric made a habit of sneaking off like a rebellious teenager every so often, and hell knew where Marvin disappeared off to sometimes.

In the end, Virgil put on his dark cloak and picked a time during the day, a point where him slipping off for a “breath of fresh air'' wouldn’t be questioned by anyone. He started wandering, not sure how to approach Dark without being shot by one of his flunkies.

After some thought and wandering, and what felt like eyes from the dark abyss boring into his soul, he stopped in front of a traditional Korean restaurant that Dark used as a front for “business meetings” and Virgil figured Dark would see him coming.

Awkwardly, Virgil walked into the restaurant, already noticing one of the waiters spotting him as he was talking to a patron and leaning into his collar to whisper something.

“Hey,” Virgil said to the hostess who didn’t seem to bat an eye at his presence. She just looked him up and down.

“Do you have a reservation?” She asked curtly.

Virgil mentally stalled a bit, but he managed, “Well the big guy wanted to talk to me, so I guess I do.”

“Right this way, Sir,” she smiled at him and led him to the same upstairs room he’d last met Dark in. The only difference was that Dark was waiting for him, sitting in a comfy dining chair across a table, his aura lightly ringing at the edge of Virgil’s hearing.

“Anxiety,” Dark smiled as Virgil walked in. “How nice to see you again. I was half afraid you’d forgotten our little arrangement.”

Dark gestured to the chair across from him, “Take a seat, a waiter will be along shortly.”

Virgil already felt the need to run, or jump out the window, “I don’t think I’ll be here long enough for that.”

The mob boss stood, the slim shadow — or a mockery — of a smile at the corners of his mouth, “I suppose you’re right.”

“An’ I didn’t forget,” Virgil tried to act braver than he was, trying to channel Logan or Janus a bit. “I just wanted to be sure.”

“Of?” Dark urged, taking a couple of steps forward so he was closer, Virgil yelped and felt his heart trying to drop out of his chest and run away when he felt something curling around his left ankle.

Virgil took a couple deep breaths, trying to control his racing heart. Finally he blurted out, “Arthur’s dead.”

Then he braced to get hit, screwing his eyes just.

But that didn’t happen. Not even close.

Dark just let out this amused little cackle, the grip around his ankle tightening just a little, “Oh little Anxiety, I might not remember all the little details of our last encounter at the base, but my enforcer is alive and well.”

“Hate to tell you you’re barking up the wrong tree, but you are,” Virgil said, shaking his ankle free. He wasn’t lying, not technically. The guy was dead as a doornail, but the Host still breathed and walked anyways. “You’re mistaking someone else for him.”

“Who?” Dark seemed way too happy for someone who was most likely furious at Virgil. All kinds of red flags were waving in Virgil’s mind.

“Like I’d give you another hero’s identity,” Virgil told him, then summoning up every brave fiber in his body, he proclaimed, “Look if you’re going to kill me, just do it already. Not like it’s going to change the fact that the guy’s dead.”

“Kill you?” Dark let out this chilling cackle that just unnerved the anxious Side down to the bone. “Now why would I kill a useful little Trojan horse like you?”

Something in Virgil felt like he’d been stabbed, “What?”

Dark’s smile seemed to become twisted, inhuman. “Use that brain of yours for five seconds, Virgil, why would I let an opportunity like you go? It was obvious from even the first second that you didn’t belong with us and initially I’d planned to let you go with nothing more than a bloodied back and some lacerations. Then I had two of my own disappear and there you were, just needing a little push out of the nest.”

“What—” Virgil felt like the world was caving in on him. “What did you do to me?”

“Oh nothing,” Dark grinned. “Nothing short of shaving all the skin off your body won’t solve. I just infused you with a spell that discreetly went off when Anti and Mare used that device to possess you. So that every time you entered or left the base, my aura would be left behind. So I could get in easier. That last encounter at the base I was so close, I can feel it. J.J’s never had to reset me seven times before. Either he’s been getting more powerful, or I’ve been slacking.”

“You fucker!” Virgil shouted. “That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“You don’t make open deals with the devil, sweetheart,” Dark scoffed.

“I didn’t make an open deal, I promised to find someone, not sneak you in!” Virgil shouted in an angry panic.

“I do have to congratulate you on such an authentic performance, I knew that kicked puppy dog look would do wonders on them,” Dark smiled, clearly ignoring Virgil’s outburst.

“You bastard!” Virgil spat. “You lying son of a bitch!”

He got punched in the gut by Dark’s aura for that last one.

“A pity no one ever taught you manners,” Dark warned, watching Virgil cough violently. “Deceit was always the best you four had to offer.”

“You lied to me,” Virgil accused. “They were all lies, weren’t they?”

Dark had the gall to look like a proud cat that had been caught devouring a cage full of prized birds. “Did you like it, maybe I should lay on the grief and betrayal more? Do you think the other heroes would buy it?”

“You monster,” Virgil snarled. “Don’t you dare touch them.”

“If they hadn’t been harboring my enforcers, they would be minding their own business and chasing their tails, but no they had to steal from me!” Dark threatened, his aura and echoes shattering briefly to remind Virgil that Dark was actually furious.

“I told you he’s dead,” Virgil insisted.

Dark’s aura started to slowly envelope the room, the ringing hurt Virgil’s ears to the point he was afraid they’d start bleeding. “I wonder how much I have to hurt you before you tell me the truth? And best of all I can just dump your unconscious body in front of their base and they’d just take you back in a heartbeat.”

“No!” Virgil felt a pulse of fear whip out of him before he could decide to use it, Dark seemed unaffected.

“I’m all but immune to you now,” Dark warned proudly. “Your little magic trick barely worked on me to begin with.”

“Get away from me!” Virgil tried to back out of Dark’s aura but it seemed to be everywhere. “Get away—”

He was spiraling into a panic attack, realizing how thoroughly trapped he was. He berated himself on coming alone. “What kind of idiot comes alone to talk to Dark?” he thought to himself critically.

“Now,” Dark took another step, Virgil panicked and tried to keep some kind of distance between them.

“Where,” he took another step, forcing Virgil to take a second retreating step or two.

“Are,” Dark’s next step made Virgil’s back hit the wall, “they?”

“He’s not,” Virgil’s voice caught in his throat, “I don’t.”

“Shame that Deceit never taught you how to lie properly,” Dark’s hand gripped onto the bottom of his chin, his black nails digging into Virgil’s skin, producing a squeak of terror from him. “You will tell me what I want to know, Virgil.”

At that second Virgil felt something like hands grip his ankles and Virgil screamed so loud his voice almost went completely hoarse as he was pulled down into what looked like complete darkness. He closed his eyes and hit the side of something hard.

Virgil was in a full panic at this point, screaming and curling himself into a tight ball, his eyes closed tightly.

“—going to bring down the neighborhood.”

Virgil felt a hand on his back and started whimpering, trying to get whoever was touching him to let go. Mental sirens going off. Let go! Let go! I’m going to die! He’s going to kill me!

Mercifully the hand pulled away from him but the sheer knowledge that Dark lurking around him had him still spiraling.

“Virgil?”

They’re not going to find my body! Do Sides even leave bodies? What idiot comes alone to meet Dark?

“Virgil?”

That time the voice got through to him, and Virgil looked through tear-blurry eyes, sure that his eyeliner and eye shadow was running, and saw the black and yellow of Janus’s cloak.

“Virgil, it’s just me,” Janus reassured. “Can I touch you?”

“Dee,” Virgil chokes out, so relieved to see another Side. He threw himself at Janus, feeling so elated he started crying again.

Janus startled at the unexpected lunge but let Virgil hug him, rubbing circles into his back. “We have you now.”

“Dark!” Virgil suddenly remembered, still worked up into a panic. “We have to get out of here.”

“I need you to calm down, you remember your breathing right?” Janus reminded. “Would you like me to get you some ice.”

“No he’s here and he’s going to kill everyone,” Virgil told him.

“Virgil, where do you think you are?” Deceit asked, a bowl of ice chunks suddenly in his hand.

Startled a little, Virgil looked around and saw he was in the apartment he used to live in with the others.

“I need to get out of here,” Virgil blurted. “He can’t find me here.”

“Anxiety should relax,” the Host announced himself from where he was standing in the Sides’ kitchen. There was blood dripping from beneath his bandages. “So long as the Host is here, Anxiety and his friends are safe.”

“You!” Virgil growled, his voice echoing a bit. “Why don’t you own up to Dark for leaving instead of letting the heroes do it?”

“The Host cannot strike before things are ready,” the Host tried to reassure but Virgil was just so angry at him.

“We could have died!” Virgil shouted. “Why not just fight Dark if you’re so powerful?”

“Because the Host is selfish and knows when to pick his battles,” the Host answered. “The city has bigger problems than the Entity’s rogue parental instincts.”

“Did you know I was being tracked?” Virgil demanded.

“Honestly the Host didn’t expect it to keep being a problem, once Anxiety begins fusing ag—”

“No!” Virgil shouted. “I’m not going back there, I’ll let Dark in.”

The Host quiet for a bit, “Anxiety is fighting against the tides of fate and time, regardless of how long it takes, Virgil will rejoin the heroes.”

“Yeah well you also told Eric he was going to spill his coffee and then he didn’t,” Virgil accused. “I can’t keep betraying them if I never go back. You knew, you knew and never told me!”

“Anxiety is a constant unpredictable variable, and the Host will not apologize for doing what he thought was right,” the Host countered.

Maybe it was because he was rattled and angry, but the Host just reminded him so much of Dark in that moment. “You’re just selling all of them out. You want us all to die?”

“Anxiety is incorrect,” the Host responded, sounding angry. “The Host is interested in protecting his doctor. He will try to save those he considers allies and friends, but the Host’s Doctor is the Host’s top priority.”

“Get out!” Janus ordered.

Virgil flinched at Janus’s yell, taking a step away from him.

“You can take that care and consideration and walk back to Dark and the heroes and tell them all to fuck off,” Deceit hissed, glaring at the Host. “You don’t get to use him like that.”

“The Host has done no such thing,” the Host defended. “Anxiety was actually in danger and so the Host removed him, the Host would have not allowed actual harm to come to Anxiety. However, if his presence is undesirable, he will take his leave.”

“You should,” Janus agreed.

The Host’s narrations began to get more hushed and cluttered, his eyes starting to bleed again, then he was gone.

Immediately Janus turned back to Virgil, looking him over, “Are you hurt?”

Virgil shook his head, “Not really.”

Janus let out an angry hiss, “I’m going to find Logan and give him a piece of my mind. Logical one my ass.”

“No! No! No!” Virgil pleaded desperately. “I can’t go back. Dark put some tracker on me and I’ll kill everyone.”

“Where is it?” Janus asked, walking over to the closet and pulling out a dark purple weighted blanket, draping it over Virgil.

“I don’t know, but he’s using it to get into their base,” Virgil rambled, pulling the blanket closer around him and over his head. “I don’t want to help him. I don’t want to be the bad guy.”

Janus felt uncomfortable and heartbroken, but did his best to hide that. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do, if you don’t mind the fact that your bedroom might have been turned into Remus’s new art studio.”

“Ugh, I’ll sleep on the floor,” Virgil rolled his eyes. “The sooner I get this curse off me the better.”

“Oh trust me,” Janus smiled snakishly. “You obviously impose and your presence is clearly not welcome.”

“Shut up,” Virgil chuckled, punching Janus’s arm. The serpentine Side chuckled a bit, and Virgil looked away hesitantly. “Hey do you guys still have that shitty, awful knock-off Dr. Pepper?”

“What type of household do you think this is, young man?” Janus sounded scandalized as he walked over to the fridge and the whole thing shook when Janus pulled the door handle and shook again when Janus closed it. He did underhand a can of soda to the anxious Side. “What are they even feeding you over there?”

“Fruits and vegetables?” Virgil carefully held the can away from him, and more importantly his blanket, in case Remus had maliciously shaken all the cans. He looked around to see the couch oddly vacant of its usual occupant. “Where’s Agent Orange?”

“Hell if I know,” Janus dismissed, grabbing himself a drink as well. “Hopefully not getting into trouble, he’s been walking off a lot lately.”

“I hope he does get arrested, sometimes he creeps me out,” Virgil admitted. “Means I can crash on his couch without him standing over me and watching me sleep.”

“Just get some rest, Mr. Hero,” Janus told him. “When you wake up we’ll try and see if we can find that tracking spell.”

“What if Dark comes back?” Virgil asked.

“He won’t,” Janus promised, desperately hoping this one didn’t turn out to be the lie. “Sleep, rest, and everything will be better soon.”

It took awhile for Virgil to calm down enough to take a nap. It wasn’t that it was late in the day, but the anxious Side was exhausted and Janus wanted him and calm and rested for they tried anything involving Dark.

[justjessame]

A Little Ass and a Lotta Sass Chapter 27: Our 'Honeymoon'...Haven't We Done it So Much That It's Old Hat By Now?

I shouldn’t have been surprised at how fucking excited Negan would be to unwrap me from the wedding dress he’d picked. I shouldn’t have been shocked at how badly he wanted me, even now as my growing proof of our child was making it damn near impossible for me to see my toes. I mean, Negan ALWAYS wanted me, but our wedding night? After months of having one another any time we felt like it, I’d assumed that it would be just another Tuesday.

The way he looked at me, as more and more of my skin was bared under his hands, was almost like he’d never looked at me before. And maybe he hadn’t. Not this version of me. Not as his wife. His partner. The woman that he’d pledged his love to in front of the world. Or at least our world.

I’d never felt more beautiful, or more loved. Standing bare before him, watching his eyes trace every single mark, scar, curve and bump of my body, I wished I knew what he was seeing. Through his eyes.

“You really are mine,” he whispered, in awe it seemed. As though he hadn’t owned me from day one. As though he hadn’t held me in his palm like he’d told me I’d held him. “You gonna tell me what I did to deserve you now, Callie?”

I smiled up at him. Moving closer so I could start unbuttoning his shirt. Sliding it off his shoulders, pulling it off his wrists and letting it fall to the floor. My hands moved to his pants, happy to find only ONE belt. I took the same time and attention he’d given me. Feeling that same awe he must have. This larger than life man, Negan, was mine. Forever. As he kicked off his pants and shoes, since bending down wasn’t a great experience for me, I stepped back and studied him. He was gorgeous. Every single inch of him was a miracle to me.

“You were you, Negan.” I answered, finally, touching him with my fingertips. His chest, running through the blanket of hair, and up to curl around his neck. “That’s what you did to deserve me. You were you.”

He scooped me back into his arms as our lips met, and carried me to the bed that he’d had replaced. And there, among blankets and pillows, I totally let him do that thing with his tongue that I like. Over and over.

 As we were recovering from the start of our honeymoon, facing one another on the bed he’d made sure was returned, I wanted details of how he’d decided some of the plans for our wedding. The location I understood. Gabe I got. But some of the details, well I wanted to know.

“Why the wine color?” I was talking about the dresses that Michonne and Judith wore, but also there had been other touches, in my bouquet, on the cake.

His hand was still running down my bare skin while the other was cupping my bump. “That’s what color you were wearing the first time we met.” I had to make sure my mouth stayed closed, because I was fucking shocked that he’d remembered. “You stood on that fucking porch, cockily taking me on, and I just fucking came undone. That fucking shirt, dipping JUST fucking low enough to tempt me, but nowhere fucking near enough to what I wanted from that first fucking word out of your lips.” He brushed his against mine to illustrate how much he loved my lips. “That color will ALWAYS remind me of you.”

Jesus, and they laughed at my mention of his charm. Fucker had romance coming out of his damn pores. “The dress?” I asked, thinking of it tossed on the floor in front of the door.

Negan’s smile was huge, and I nearly gulped. “It showed off all the parts of you that I wanted the fucking world to see were mine.” I listened as he used his hand to illustrate. “This,” his hand joined the other to cup our baby bump. “I wanted EVERYONE to see that you’re fucking RIPE with my baby.” I bit my lip, wanting to giggle, but also wanting him to go on. “And,” his hands slid up my body, until each one cupped one of my very large breasts. “These, fuck, Callie, I’m almost fucking pissed off that our baby is going to have sole ownership of these fucking beauties when they arrive.” He lowered his mouth and kissed the top of each globe, teasing me before he licked down to lavish attention on each peak. “I REALLY fucking hope these stay after our little one gets evicted.”

I was biting my lip as he kept going. Other questions, fuck Callie, think. “Your ring?” It came out breathless, but fuck if he wasn’t masterful with that mouth of his.

“Rick surprised the shit out of me when he told me he was gonna give it to us.” His face was still buried in my flesh, but I could hear him. “But fuck if I’ll ever take the damn thing off.”

I smiled, letting him keep going with getting me ready for another round. And then, as he was just about to move his head down to remind me of ALL the things his tongue did that I loved, as he kissed my bump, it happened. The baby fucking kicked him right in the nose. I felt it and looking down from where he’d propped up my head on pillows, I saw his eyes widen.

“Shit,” he breathed, pressing his face against the bump again and being rewarded with a shot to the mouth. “I felt it!” I smiled down at him, seeing how fucking excited he was. “That’s right, little one, that’s right. Daddy's here.”

And suddenly, sex took a backseat, because FINALLY his hell spawn was giving him what he wanted almost as badly as he craved marrying me. Or, I corrected as I watched him kiss, cradle and talk to our baby, more than.

 We left the next afternoon. The goodbyes this time were easier. The promises more readily made for more visits. The happiness truly overshadows any trace of unease.

Once Negan had helped me back into the truck, buckling me carefully, and joining me we started back home. Home. The Sanctuary really was my home now. I was smiling as I watched out of the windshield, determined to pay attention to the route, when Negan’s hand reached for mine. I gave it willingly, and let our fingers link.

His eyes didn’t leave the road and we drove straight back, no interruptions, no detours, because both of us wanted nothing more than to go home, to our own rooms, and start this new chapter of our lives.

 Word had spread before we returned, or maybe an announcement was made, because the entire population was waiting when we drove up. Negan was smiling as he helped me down, and as Lucille took her proper place on his shoulder, my hand took its proper place in his, and we walked through the kneeling people with the same casualness he’d shown the first time. Only this time, I was just as unconcerned as he was.

Our apartment was finished. The kitchen was furnished with a stove, fridge, and our table had been moved to join them. Dishes were in cabinets that had been built fresh. There was a sink and counter tops. Like it had been there the entire time, and we just had to open the door to find it.

When Negan had bragged about how easily they’d found the nursery furniture, I’d assumed they’d raided empty houses. As I looked around at the pile of boxes, I struggled not to laugh. They weren’t built. None of it. Not the crib. Not the rocking chair. Not the changing table. Not the dresser, which I took note sitting alone to the side.

Seeing where my attention was focused, he turned me to face him and grinned. “Don’t worry, princess, I’m going to build it. For,” he touched my bump and was rewarded by another kick. “Them. See, they know Daddy’s got this shit covered.”

“Have you ever assembled furniture before?” I was still taking in the boxes, there was clearly more furniture than just what I’d assumed, and it looked fucking overwhelming.

“No,” he shook his head and I felt my eyes widen. “Can’t be too fucking hard, right?”

I had to hold back my laughter. He looked so fucking excited and eager. And PROUD. Fuck. He wanted to do it, so goddamn badly, and I COULDN’T mock that. Not even when every fucking fiber within me was wanting to.

“I can’t wait to see it.” I offered instead, and kissed him. Hoping he was right. That it wasn’t going to be difficult. That I would be able to fucking keep from giggling when, no IF it all went to shit.

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Truth [Part 1]

Master List 

Request:

What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But maybe things aren’t quite as simple as they seem. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Violence, guns, plotting (lol).

A/N: Well. This is a thing. At first, when I got this ask I was like... uh... hmm... this is so not me. (Honestly, the truth or dare element threw me because let’s be real, I haven’t played that since high school.) But then I thought about it and realized I could totally run with this and have some fun. Then I ended up having too much fun I guess. (And look I’m not saying it’s perfect but damn I’m enjoying it.)

I think this won’t go past a three-parter but who knows. The next bit gets smutty (I know for sure since I’m currently writing it) so stay tuned for that. Also, this makes three fics I’m actively writing (you know plus my day job) so I can’t promise part 2 will be up next week but sooooon. 

Tags are open! 

@mywinterwolf  @disagreetoagree @peachthatdrinkslemonade @breezy1415

I could do it, you thought staring down the ridge. No one would know it was me, too much chaos, just focus and BAM, the old fuck drops… Just then Steve flings Barnes the shield to fend off an attack and you remember that you can’t off the fucking Winter Soldier because Steve, who had unquestionably saved your life, would be absolutely devastated.

“Hey Y/N!” Barnes bellows over the com, “How about you pull your fucking weight?!”

No. One. Would. Know. “Hey Barnes, how about you go fuck yourself?”

“Kids,” Clint pipes up. “Play nice.”

You chose to ignore them both and plant your hands firmly on the ground. About 20 Hydra agents just ahead of you, you could feel the vibrations of their energy through the soil. Your breath stops and you begin to pull energy into your body, the air around you getting cooler with each second. This was going to be a show. Heat curls up your arms, you feel like you’re on fire, electric with this power. Admittedly this didn’t always work, focusing the energy through the ground but this time you had pettiness on your side and that was as powerful a weapon as whatever Hydra put in you.

“Fuck, on our twelve,” you hear Barnes say. Little late old man. “Goddamnit! Y/N why do-“

Now. Intentionally making the energy release a little more powerful than it needed to be you let go, concentrating hard, Just the Hydra agents, no one else, acutely aware of where each of them stood. White hot light snaked from the ground into the bodies of each unsuspecting agent, their screams loud, an uncomfortable sizzling hitting your ears as they lit up like candle flames. As gruesome as it was, in one shot you eliminated every single one.

“What was that about doing my part, Barnes?” You snipe over the com standing looking smugly over the ridge, “Your count was what, five?”

“We’re clear,” Natasha says before he can respond and you silence your earpiece, turning on your heel to head to the jet.

Back at the tower, you’re stripping out of your gear in the locker room with Natasha.

“You know you two could just fuck and get it over with.”

“What?!” You’re genuinely confused.

“Uh, you and Bucky. You go at each other like-“

You begin laughing, “Look I get your angle here but no, that’s not what this is. He’s a fucking asshole, and not in the way that gets me going,” and they didn’t know what he had been like before, not really.

“Whatever you say,” she slams her locker, dirty tac gear inside to be picked up for cleaning, “but there’s nothing like a good hate fuck to work out tension.” With that, she saunters away.

The thought of letting him touch you made your skin crawl. Though… No. Absolutely fucking not.

Tony had demanded everyone get together to celebrate a successful mission and as much as you weren’t a huge fan of social gatherings of more than two people even after almost a year of working with them all you begrudgingly agreed when it was made clear that this was a casual affair.

You stare in the mirror at yourself in black skinnies and a fitted white tee, so… normal looking. Who would suspect you were essentially a woman shaped atomic bomb? Sighing you throw your hair into a ponytail and head for the elevator. At the very least, Barnes never came to these things.

Mother. Fucker. When you got out of the elevator you had thought you were in the clear. Tony shoved a whiskey neat in your hand (spiked with his special ingredient to get the enhanced among you just as lit as the rest) the coast looked clear. Then across the room in a corner, you saw Barnes brooding, drink in hand, slouched in an oversized chair.

“What did I say earlier,” Clint says with a wink, jabbing an elbow at you.

You roll your eyes, “I always start off playing nice, thank you. It’s not my fault he’s determined to piss me off at every turn.”

“I’m on your side,” Sam pipes up from your other side and you can’t help but laugh at the exaggerated look of disdain on his face. Barnes looks at you then, eyes burning. All humor drains out of you and you turn away to head to the other side of the room.

The evening goes surprisingly well. Tony’s ‘special sauce,’ as he keeps calling it, is just enough to get you perfectly tipsy... if not bordering on drunk. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this loose. Not to mention his playlist for the night was on point, unsurprising since you were technically Tony’s age (even if you looked half that) so you generally had the same taste in pop culture.

This was the first time since you had been with them that everyone was together and for the most part everyone was having an exceptional time. Everyone that was except for your resident cloud of darkness.

Unable to let sleeping dogs lie Tony finally plops down on Barnes’ lap, “You know, I made this hooch for you special, because out of all you,” Tony gestures to you, Steve, and Thor, “I think you’re the one who needs to let loose the most. So,” Tony picks up the tumbler that had been sitting on the table next to Barnes the whole night, “drink your juice, Shelby.” Between the Steel Magnolias reference and the look on Barnes’ face you nearly send your drink shooting through your nose with a laugh.

Barnes looks at you then back at Tony, not a flicker of humor in his tone, “I don’t think you care to know what me letting lose looks like Stark.” With that, he dumps Tony off his lap. The mood of the room immediately shifts, everyone afraid of just what The Winter Soldier letting lose would indeed look like.

“Wow,” you drawl, “really know how to kill a buzz don’t ya Barnes?” The look he shoots you is ice cold, Steve looks stressed, and all you can think is, Please, please give me a good reason.

He saunters over to you in, what Natasha has playfully labeled his ‘murder strut,’ and looms over you, “And you’re just the life of the party, huh?”

You sneer, “Nah, but at least I can pretend to be a normal human for a few hours.” His upper lip ticks just a bit, and you swear you can hear the metal plates in his arm shift. When he moves you’re already bracing yourself internally for a hit, instead he just plucks the drink from your hand and downs it in one shot.

“Alright, Tony, it’s not bad. Guess I’ll have another.”

“That’s more fucking like it!” Tony bellows getting up to make another drink for Barnes immediately lifting the room back almost to where it was before. As for you, you plaster a smile on your face but all you want to do is level that fucker.

Banner goes down for the night and Clint follows not far behind despite taunting from all of you. About being lightweights. Things had started to wind down but Natasha, still wide awake, isn’t quite ready to let everything go quiet just yet.

“Alright, now that the old men have left us I say we play a game,” the look on her face is filled with mischief.

“What kind of game?” Steve catches her tone and looks more than a little suspect.

She smirks, “Only the best kind of game when you’re in the company of soldiers, assassins, gods, and spies...” everyone stares, “Truth or dare.”

“I’m down,” you’re drunk enough to want in on this mess.

“What exactly is that?” Thor looks confused as if it can’t mean what it sounds like.

The rules are laid out. No truths that can get anyone killed because... well between Nat, you, and Barnes there had to be more than a few secrets that should 100% be kept. And, only minimal bloodshed would be permitted in the event of a dare. All rules everyone could easily abide.

Only ten minutes in and you realize the long con Nat’s been playing at... and that you should have definitely not agreed to this.

“Dare,” you say.

Natasha’s mouth curls into a smirk, “Good. Kiss Bucky.”

“What?!” You both spit at the same time throwing daggers at the other. Everyone is cackling.

“You can’t refuse, it causes no harm, and it’s the least the two of you owe the rest of us for making us deal with you,” shrugs of agreement from everyone. Barnes’ head drops to his hands.

“I’ll take a truth then.”

“Not how it works,” Thor chides laughing. “You have-“

“Want to make me?” The temperature around you dropping just a little as tiny streaks of energy snake up your arms. Any residual cheer drops away.

“Now who’s a buzzkill?” Barnes asks sardonically. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. He was right. And maybe you could zap him a little just to prove a point.

Without another word, you stride across the circle and pull him up by his collar, the fabric making a ripping sound. He doesn’t resist you and you kiss him hard, bordering on violent, forcing your tongue in his mouth just to be sure no one can say it wasn’t a thorough kiss. And... maybe you were curious as to what he would taste like. For good measure though you let just a touch of the energy zap his lips. He pulls back in shock at the feeling.

“Happy?!” You ask turning to the group. They’re all staring like they really didn’t expect it. “Good.” You sit down heavily next to Natasha without another word and diligently chose truth for the next hour.

Eventually, you all grow bored of the game and fall into just talking, though you mostly listen. You were so committed to ignoring his existence you don’t actually notice that Barnes had slipped away until everyone decides to disperse.

The rest of them seemed perfectly content to go to bed. You were envious. Being drunk went from being fun to making you feel anxious around the time of the kiss. The power had been too quick to come to you, too volatile, you knew that. Not being in control was something you hated and... if you were being honest wasn’t good for anyone around you.

Need to sweat this out, you think and head down to the training grounds buried beneath the tower.

You had intended to go to the shooting range. Tony had set up a special stall for you that had heating panels all around it so you could play with your energy manipulation more, refine it, make it your own. But as you walk up to the glass you see someone else emptying a clip at a bevy of moving targets, hitting each perfectly.

Lightening fast he changes the clip and you can’t help but watch as again not a single target is missed. You’re good but you can’t touch that level of precision. Not yet. But Barnes was good at what he did, no one, not even you, would question that.

It doesn’t take long for your admiration to sour though. He had this uncanny way of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Suddenly the steady sound of bullets stops and he hurls the gun at the targets, roaring. His hands rest on the small counter before him for a second, back heaving. Turning halfway, not noticing you, he leans against the wall of the stall and slides to the floor his head thudding against it, forearms resting on his knees, cheeks shining with moisture from sweat or tears you couldn’t tell.

Goddamnit, your dislike for him ran along the lines of hatred... you had thought about how to kill him so many times in so many ways it was almost comical. Right now though... You didn’t have it in you to comfort this man when you could hardly tell him good morning most days but you could at least give him privacy.

You turn to leave and you feel his eyes on you, “Enjoy the show?” Most wouldn’t have been able to hear his words through the thick glass but you weren’t most.

He’d seen you, no use in pretending. “Not particularly.” You open the door and stride in, heading toward your booth, “And as usual you’re right where I don’t want you to be.”  

You’re almost in your booth when he starts laughing, and you’re pretty certain you have never, in the years you’ve known him, heard him laugh. You lean around, “Something funny?”

He keeps laughing, “Yeah, you.”

“Oh?” You walk back to him and stand looking down, arms crossed. He’s cackling. “Do tell.”

“You really don’t know why we always end up here at the same time? Why we’re always at each other?” More laughter, “You really think you hate me.” Finally, he takes a breath, wiping the tears from his eyes, “Your obliviousness is hilarious.”

“You’re such a fucking prick,” you say and turn away.

“Yeah. I am. And you’re a cunt.” You spin so fast any normal person would hardly have seen your movement, streaks of light snaking around your skin, ready to destroy him. “I’d say we’re cut from the same cloth.”

“No,” you growl.

“Really?” He stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets. “So you’re not in here because you need to work off the feeling of not being in control?” He takes a step toward you and you move back in turn. “You’re not in here because you’re scared if you don’t get that energy out you’ll hurt someone?” A few more steps. “You don’t wind up in here more nights than you’re in your bed because you can’t sleep?” You're almost against the door. “Just. Like. Me.” Your back bumps against the glass.

He’s inches from you, so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath, “If you touch me I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I know you will.” He stares at you for a moment, “That’s why I’m glad you’re on the team.”

[goodbyejuly]

[Mystical!Dreamies] Werewolf!Jeno

Genre: Fluff, Angst, AU!

Warning: language

[Other Mystical!Dreamies]

Ghost!Renjun Shapeshifter!Haechan Cupid!Jaemin Forest Fairy!Chenle Merman!Jisung

You and Jeno have been friends for years

And not a single thing could ever separate the two of you

Not even the day you found out his true form

Well, it was a little scary seeing him turn into a wolf but, you still knew that the wolf standing in front of you was the boy that you've stuck by for years

Why would you stop now?

To this day you still stand by Jeno in his wolf and human form

"Y/N, do you ever think that there are others like me?" he ask as the two of you wade in a small pond

"Of course. I mean, I highly doubt yourthe world's only werewolf"

"Yeah, but I mean like a family out there. Like a pack of werewolves that I belong to. Maybe I have a mate in there" he says

Mate? Something about that made you sad. What if he leaves me for his destined mate? I don't want to stop him but I wanna lose him

"What, you trying to run away from me or something?" you say jokingly but a part of you fears his response

"No of course not, I just wanna find my real family, my pack. Somewhere where I truly belong"

There's a bit of sadness in his voice

You can't imagine what it's like to be Jeno right now

Living in a place you've called home for all you life knowing you don't belong there

Or finding your true family that you've never seen

"Jeno, I don't want to make any decisions for you but you don't always need a pack. You could be a lone wolf, or, you could stay with me, I could be your pack" you say sincerely

"Thank you, but I don't I wanna be in a pack where I get treated like a puppy" he jokes

"What! You literally act like a puppy though. You love fetch, you're scared of loud noises and-" you smile knowing exactly what would get on his nerves

"Who's a good boy?" you coo

"No Y/N don't start with that." he groans "Who's a good boy?" you continue even after seeing him roll his eyes

"I'm not a puppy so I'm not gonna respond" he says blankly but you continue to smile, already knowing you won

"But to answer you, it's me. I'm a good boy"

"That wasn't so hard was it, puppy? you say before running off knowing he would chase you for that pet name

It's not long until he catches you and holds you tight so you're unable to escape

After a little playful wrestling both of you lay in the grass laughing uncontrollably

Once you calm down you turn over to Jeno only to see him already standing looking at the setting sun

"There's gonna be a full moon tonight. I should take you home before it gets dark"

Even though you've already seen Jeno turn once he still refuses to let you see it again

He says that turning is the time where he feels like a monster and that he'll never forget the fear he saw in your eyes when his body began to change

He helps you up and the two of you walk in silence

"I was serious about what I said earlier. You don't have to go search for you're unknown pack. You have family here. You don't have to go"

He hums in response and continues to look down at the ground

When you reach your home you give Jeno a tight hug "Please be careful tonight" you whisper

"I will. Promise me you won't worry about me too much, ok? Sleep well" he smiles then walks off

You know you told Jeno you wouldn't worry, but that's all you could do

What if he runs away to find his pack?

What if they don't accept him? Would they kill him?

Before you doze off, you hear a distant howl soon followed by a howl in response

When you arrive at school the next day, Jeno was no where to be found

Which wouldn't have been a problem since Jeno never comes to school the day after he transforms

But after the conversation you two had yesterday you could only panic

Did he run away?

To paranoid to go on with your day you sneak out from school and run to Jeno's house

The entire run all you can do is pray that Jeno decided to stay

Once you reach his house you call for him even though you're out of breath

When you make it to his room you're relieved to find Jeno sitting on the floor

But Jeno doesn't even look up as he's to busy studying a map of your town

"Oh, hi Y/N you must be tired from running all the way from our school" you say in a sarcastic tone but Jeno still doesn't look up

Finally giving up, you sit next to the boy as he seems to be stuck in his own world

"Why do you have this map?" you ask

"I'm looking for something" his answer was so monotone it immediately put you off

"Looking for what?" you ask while following Jeno's finger as it moves across the map

You see Jeno's face light up as his finger lands on a certain spot

He swiftly folds up the map and starts to pack a few things in a bag

Where the hell is he going? He hasn't even looked at you since you got here? Jeno never acts like this, especially not to his best friend

You grab his arm in a attempt to stop his movements but all he does is push it off

That was the pushing point for you

"Jeno! What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you seriously gonna act like this?" you never yell at Jeno but you couldn't hold it in any longer

Why is he treating you like this? Like you mean nothing to him

"Y/N, I'm leaving. You should go home" he says so plainly

"Leaving to where? To do what? Just tell me!" you say already fed up with him

"To find my mate. I heard her last night"

"What are you gonna do when you find her, huh? Are you just gonna stay with her and leave all of this behind?" you say pointing at his whole room in hopes he would stop and look at the life he's about to abandon

But he doesn't even lift his head

He keeps packing his bag like it's the most important thing right now

All he does is simply say "Yes"

Words could not possibly describe the anger you felt at that moment

At that sight

At those words

At this whole situation

You were about to release hell on this boy

"You selfless fucker. You're really gonna leave the life you've have here. You're leaving your family, you're leaving me"

"You wouldn't understand Y/N, you're not a werewolf"

"I don't give a fuck what I am or what I'm not. What I do give a fuck about is you leaving everything behind for some bitch you've never even seen!"

Those words seem to get under Jeno's skin

"Don't you ever call my mate that again" he growls

"Or. What. Jeno. What will you do?" you say

You were way too angry to be afraid of him

And you wanted him to know that

It's silent and tense for a moment

"Get out" he says before turning to finish packing his bags

All you can do is laugh

"Fine, I'll leave. Have fun with your bitch and don't ever think about coming back here" you leave and refuse to look back

When you get home your anger fades and is replaced with sadness

You try your best not to cry but tears still fall as a thought replays in your head

You're never seeing Jeno again

You're best friend for what seemed like years is going to find his mate and never come back to you

And to make matters worse he wasn't just your best friend

Over the past few months you've realized Jeno means more than that

You were in love with Jeno

But, none of that matters

Jeno's gone and the life long friendship you two had was gone too

It had been 3 weeks since you last saw Jeno but it still hurts just the same

You cry every night over him even though you tell yourself not to

That it was his stupid decision and that you shouldn't shed a single tear for him

But you do

You cry until you here a knock on your window

You ignore it at first but the knocks continue

So you wipe your eyes and look out the window

You feel mixed emotions at the sight in front of you but you still open the window

"Hello Jeno"

You can see from his red eyes that he's been crying too

"Y/N I-" he struggles to say his words

"Can we talk?" he says while tears fill his eyes "There's a lot that needs to be said"

You nod, opening the window wider so he can climb in

When he makes it in he stares at you for a little then he starts to cry

"I'm sorry for everything I've said and everything I've done. I ruined everything because I wanted to be selfish. I could never ask for your forgiveness but, but I-"

He stops when you start to cry

"No, please don't cry over me. I don't deserv-"

"I missed you so much" you say as you reach out to hug him

Your embrace is enough to break him down completely and the both of cry and hold each other

Sure he had a lot explaining to do but right now you were happy to have him back

After a hour or so, Jeno starts to tell you why he came back

"When I found her I felt like I was reunited with a loved one. Like we knew each other even though we had never met. I stayed with her for a while until I realized the purpose of me having a mate. To reproduce, not to love. I hated being with her. She kept telling me that sooner or later I would have to mate with her or else I serve no purpose and she would kill me. So I faught ever instinct in my body that told me to stay and lived on my own for a while. When I was by myself all I could do was think of you and how much I must've hurt you that day. I couldn't bare the image of you crying because you don't deserve that. I'm sorry, for everything"

You smile when he stops talking

"You wanted love and your mate couldn't give you that?" he hums and nods

"I can. I can give you that"

He's shocked at first, but the he slowly shakes his head

"I don't deserve it. Not after what I did to you. You deserve a good person, not some monster like me"

"Lee Jeno, I cannot stress this enough. You are not even close to being a monster. So what you turn into a wolf at full moons, you're so much more than that. You're a talented caring boy that is worthy of love. You deserve more than just a mate. You deserve a person that will love you till the end of time. Someone who will cherish you. You deserve a soulmate. And, I pray that you'll allow me to be that for you."

He smiles while wiping tears from his eyes

"Do you really mean that?" you nod "I mean it with every fiber of my being"

He looks at your lips, then he looks into your eyes, silently asking for permission

You nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than to be connected to you new found lover

He gently presses his lips to yours and keeps them there for what feels like hours

When you break apart he places a quick peck on your nose to make you smile

"If we're going to date I have one condition" you say and Jeno looks at you eagerly, waiting for you to say what he must do in order to make you happy

"I get to call you puppy whenever I want" you say with a smirk

You see Jeno roll his eyes and he starts to remove himself from you arms

"I think I'll just run away again" he says in a joking tone

"No, don't go. I'll call you doggy instead" you say in between giggles

"That's even worse Y/N" he tries to groan but fails as he burst into laughter

When the two of you finish laughing you climb into your bed and hold each other as you drift into a peaceful sleep

A lot of things happened after that beautiful night

You and Jeno went from life lobg friends to life long lovers

Jeno actually admitted he liked being called puppy

And one of the most important things had happened as well

Whenever Jeno changed, he no longer hid from you after you told him that as his soulmate, you wanted to see everything part of him

Because to you wolf Jeno was still your Jeno

And your Jeno deserved all of your love

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Best Left Forgotten

Part 11: Safe

Series Summary: You wake up in the bunker with a serious head injury and no memory of the last year or the Winchesters and find that Dean is avoiding you. You are determined to find out the truth about what happened but maybe the truth is best left forgotten.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: language, Season 10 Spoilers

Word Count: 1461

General Disclaimer: I do not own the gif or any of the Supernatural properties or characters. This is a fan piece and is intended to be enjoyed only as such.

A/N: This is my first fic so any and all feedback is appreciated! A HUGE thanks to @weirdochick56 for rough beta-ing and encouraging me to pick this up again and give it another try in the first place!

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“I. Want. In.” You look Sam in the eyes, determined.

Sam looks up from his book and tries to play dumb. “What’re you talking about?” You study his face as he tries to pretend he has no idea what you’re talking about. He suddenly reminds you of a puppy that got caught chewing on shoes.

“I know about the plan to cure Dean. Things have gotten much worse since he killed Cain. I… I can’t stand by and watch him… disappear.” You almost can’t say it. You’ve been pushing it down and trying to pretend everything is okay for Dean, but you know he’s not buying it. You look at Sam, your resolve strengthening. “Charlie told me about the book. I want in.” You are not taking no for an answer.

Sam studies you and sighs. “You’re not gonna take no for an answer, are you?”

“No.” You reply immediately. Sam looks you in the eyes and you see him give. His shoulders relax and he runs his hands through his hair. At least you both understand one another.

“Okay so Charlie is after the Book of the Damned, but Cas and I have plans to get Metatron. He may know how to remove the mark.”

What? “Are you sure that’s a good idea…” You feel anger bubbling up and taste acid. You can’t stand that fucker.

Sam grimaces. “We’re gonna take his grace and make him human. And Cas? He needs his grace back too.”

You feel a deep satisfaction at the thought of Metatron without his grace. You really hope you get the chance to beat the hell outta him for killing the love of your life. “Okay. I’m in.”

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“Sam, you both need to leave! I’m gonna go dark and when I do you need to be on the other side of the hemisphere.” You hear Dean yelling at Sam before you even make it up the stairs.

“We love you Dean! We told you already, we aren’t leaving!” Sam yells back.

“And I know about y’all’s plan. You know if you try to take this thing off my arm there WILL be consequences.” Dean almost snarles.

You walk into the library and sit at the table, opening your laptop. This was becoming more and more common. You aren’t even phased by Dean’s screaming matches anymore. You know it’s a combination of the mark and his own fear. “We aren’t leaving, Dean.” You sigh as your laptop boots up. You don’t look up from the screen. There really isn’t any need to give more attention to his tantrums and you don’t like seeing the rage burn in his eyes when he gets set off. “We love you.”

“Then why won’t you even look at me, y/n?” Dean says in an accusatory tone. “I don’t think you do anymore. And that’s fine. Just tell me so I can…” He trails off.

You know he wants sympathy but you’ve had it. This pisses you the fuck off. You slam your laptop closed and jump up. You aren’t very tall, about 5’5”, but both Dean and Sam cower and step back at the pure fury coming from your face as you advance on Dean Winchester. “SHUT UP DEAN! Do you really think we would still be here if we didn’t care? Don’t you think we’re scared too?” Your voice breaks at that last truth. It’s a little too honest and you turn away from him to hide the tears that are streaming suddenly down your face. Without your permission, you have lost the ability to be angry and you start to sob. You are so scared of losing him. Losing him means losing half of yourself. But you’re supposed to be strong for him and now he’s the one comforting you. Embarrassment and shame at your tears burn in your stomach and you keep your head down as you try to pass Dean and hide your face. Dean catches you as you attempt to zoom around him. You try to shrug him off at first, desperately wanting to hide your weakness, but he pulls you into his arms anyway.

You melt into him and sob. You feel nothing but fear, desperation, and pain in your chest

“It’s okay, y/n, it’s okay.” He mummers in your ear as the sobs send earthquakes through your body. You can hear the pain in his voice and how much it hurts him to see you cry like that. “I’m not worth all this. I don’t want you to feel this way. I just think you guys would be better off without me.” His voice cracks. His voice sounds so small and broken.

You catch your breath and look up at him and see his beautiful eyes, dim and full of pain. “Dean I tried being without you. I’m not a whole soul without you. I’m just… me. But that only feels like half now…” You struggle to find the words to explain to him. To describe the hole in your chest that you didn’t know you had until you found him. He fit there perfectly. “…and you’re worth it all. Dean, you are worth every second it takes to make you better. Every second.” You feel a sharp pain in your head and you clench onto Dean’s arm as the world fades to black.

 “Don’t say that! I love you and you are worth it. Dean you are worth every second it takes to make you better. Every second.” You pull his chin up and see tears in his eyes.

“How? How can I ever come back from this? And why do you still love me?” His voice cracks.

“Because I can’t live without you… You’re my other half, you’re my… my…” You can’t find the words to even try to explain and you feel the pull to him so you lean down and kiss him. His lips are hesitant at first, but then he is kissing you back and it feels like before. He is soft and sweet and firm and hungry all at the same time. You come up for air and lean your head on his forehead, eyes closed, breathing in the scent of him. You open your eyes to see him staring up at you in amazement. You walk back to the table and pick up the syringe and fill it with blood. You know you have to get this done and get out of here. If you don’t leave soon, you’re going to stay with him and you promised Sam… Dean’s sobbing behind you. You swallow hard and turn with the full syringe.

Dean looks up through his pain and extends his arm freely. You walk over and jam it in quickly to get it over with. Dean’s eyes flash black and his face twists into a hateful hiss for a split second. Then it’s over and his head falls. “Please don’t leave, y/n.” He is staring into your soul, tears running down his face. “Please just stay with me. I need you to get through this. Please.”

You swallow hard again but it gets stuck in your throat. Every fiber of your being is burning to walk over to him and hold him. The need to make all of this pain go away is the only thing you can focus on. “I’ll be right upstairs, Dean. It’s not much longer. I’m sorry, Dean.” And then you turn and start out of the room because if you stay another second, you won’t be able to leave. His pain and begging for you slices your back like knives as you walk out. You keep a steady pace down the hall, but halfway up the steps you collapse and it all hits. You start to sob so hard you feel like you might split in two.

“Y/N!?! Are you okay?” Sam runs over to where you sit near the top of the stairs.

“Wh-why can’t I stay w-with h-him? H-he just d-doesn’t w-want t-to be alone.” You barely manage to get it out across the sobs that rack your body.

Sam wraps his long arms around you, apologizing. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just can’t let you take a chance. The way you say he is… he acts differently with me. I can’t take a chance on him hurting you… He says he doesn’t wanna be saved, that he doesn’t wanna be human… it’s not much longer.”

 You become aware slowly and feel someone’s arms around you before your eyes open. Your nostrils are flooded with the familiar scents of musk, flannel, and whiskey. You suddenly feel safe. No idea where you are, but you know you are protected by those arms. It would be okay to sleep longer, even. Your eyes flutter open and you see where you are. You are laying in Dean’s lap in a recliner. You are only a few feet from where you passed out and you feel no soreness. Dean is cradling you with one arm around your shoulders and the other on your knees.

“Hey.” He says softly, realizing you woke up.

“Hey.” You sigh, nuzzling into him and wrapping your arms around his waist. You want to tell him about what you saw, but you’re afraid of ruining this peaceful moment… You don’t want to start another fight. You sigh and decide to get it over with. “I remembered-”

“I know. I remember you saying that before the sixth injection.” He doesn’t sound angry. He just puts his face in your hair and sighs deeply, breathing in your scent. He turns his head to the side and lays it over on your head, closing his eyes. You relax and close your own.. Somewhere deep down, Dean understands why you have to do this. It’s this. The feeling of being whole just by laying here and enjoying the silence. Dean starts to snore softly and you make an effort to commit this moment to memory. You don’t want to forget a single thing.

This moment

Its perfect.

It’s everything you’re fighting for.

Part 12

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Broken Homes Fix Broken Hearts

Chapter 36

After Desiree and Sarah returned from visiting with their mother, Derek cautiously grabbed Juliet’s hand, glancing around and wondering if whoever had been on the phone was actively watching. He was going to do what the bastard said...for now. But he couldn’t do it before the two of them went to visit his mother. Fran and Juliet loved each other - Fran the mother Juliet never had, and Juliet the adopted daughter that fit in perfectly with her already wonderful family. He had to let them see each other before he did this.

How was he supposed to break her heart like this? What would even make sense enough for her to walk away? He had to think of something; the lives of everyone he loved depended on it.

As they walked into his mother’s room, he drew in a sharp breath. She looked so frail and weak - the complete opposite of the strong and beautiful woman he knew. However, she was nothing if not resilient. She would come out of this. He’d make sure they all would.

Fran looked up at them as they entered, coughing a little before a rasp escaped. “So, a horse walks up to the bar, and the bartender says...why the long face?”

Juliet felt tears prick her gaze as she shook her head in disbelief. She was telling a joke. A very bad joke. After nearly dying of cyanide poisoning. It was...astounding. The strength her soon to be mother in law had in that petite frame was the stuff of legends.

“Oh darling, don’t cry. Everything’s okay.” Fran murmured.

“Sorry-I’m sorry we’re supposed to be taking care of you and here I am blubbering like an idiot.”

“I don’t mind the blubbering. Now come sit. Both of you.” She insisted

Derek didn’t have to be told twice. This was one occasion where he wanted nothing more than to listen to his mother. He settled into the chair next to her bed and gently wrapped her hand in his, trying to breathe deeply and pull himself together.

She was incredible. And he didn’t tell her enough. Although to be honest, Derek didn’t know if it was even possible to say it as many times as she deserved. This woman had raised three children after losing the love of her life. She had been there every single time one of them had fallen down, ready to help them back up. She had accepted the love of Derek’s life into their family with open arms.

And now, because of him...she had been forced to survive attempted murder. And Derek hated himself for it almost as much as the son of a bitch who had orchestrated it. Because of him this incredible woman who could never be told too many times how incredible she was had nearly died.

“How are you feeling, Mama?” He asked, gently grasping her hand and rubbing it between his fingers.

Fran coughed slightly and attempted to move herself up, as she’d been slipping down from her position. Derek panicked at the thought of her moving and got up to hoist her up himself before sitting back down. “Besides being poisoned, I think I’m okay. A little groggy. My muscles feel a bit heavy. But the doctors say I can go home soon.”

“Okay, good,” Juliet said, as she wiped the tears from her eyes with the backs of her hands. “Because we need you, you know.”

Both his mother and his fiancee went back and forth like they’d known each other all their lives, while he could barely focus. With all his Bureau training, he was fairly sure that his anguish couldn’t be seen on his face, but it was all rolling around in his mind like laundry in a dryer. They looked so happy. And he had to end it to save them both.

As he flashed them both a soft smile, Derek promised himself that he would find the bastard that screwed with two of the women he loved most in the world and he would make him pay.

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After about 15 minutes, the nurses came in with some more medication for his mother, so Derek and Juliet took that as their cue to leave and let her get some rest. Though he was beyond grateful she was okay, Derek wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment. The second he stood up from his mother’s bedside, his heart started racing. He had to do this here and now or whoever this fucker was would hurt Juliet. He would never forgive himself if that happened.

Juliet grabbed his hand and swung it gently in between them, leading him out of her room and toward one of the exit doors. “It was a little hot in there. I just need a few minutes to breathe and then we can go find Desiree and Sarah.”

Now or never.

Derek leaned up against the wall and rubbed his temples. He should look relieved right now, but all Juliet could see was tension and anger and sadness. “She’s going to be okay, Derek. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” He snapped, bringing his hands behind his head. “None of this is okay. I can’t…” The words damned up in his mouth. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Juliet flinched, as if the words had struck her across the face. The fury in his voice….it was like nothing she’d ever heard before. At least, not directed at her. “What the hell does that mean?” She asked quietly, trying to keep the rush of emotions threatening to flood her system at bay. Maybe she had misheard him. Maybe he hadn’t meant it like that. Maybe-

“It means we’re finished. That this is over between us.”

“No.” She refused. This wasn’t happening. He didn’t get to do this. “No it’s not. You got down on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of your life with you. That isn’t finished.”

“It is.” Every word was a piece of shrapnel being slowly torn out of his chest. Unimaginable pain after unimaginable pain. “My mama….she-she almost died today. And in that room she looked at me like I was the best man she had ever known. Like my father. But I’m not. Not if I keep lying and lying and lying like this.”

The words came out even though she didn’t want to say them. “What did you lie about, Derek?”

His eyes welled up with tears as he prepared to say the words that would rip her to shreds. He was going to be the cause of her pain. “I fucked up,” he said. He couldn’t even get the words out. He had to walk around it; the look of sheer despair on her features twisted the knives already lodged underneath his skin. “I fucked up, Juliet. And you don’t deserve that. I can’t go on living like this - like this golden boy my mama thinks I am while I string you along.”

Juliet felt her heart lurch in her throat. No. This couldn’t be real. He was overwhelmed by his mother. That had to be it. “String me along where, Derek? Say what you want to say.”

“I...I cheated. Juliet, I cheated. You deserve more than that, and I can’t keep it in anymore.” Every single word was a lie and a dagger in his own chest as well as hers. He only hoped she’d buy it and walk away for her own safety. “It was a few months back. On a case. We went out to a bar after wrapping up and the next morning…”

Derek buried his face in his hands and leaned against the wall. “You deserve more than the man I am. I’m so sorry.”

“No…” She breathed, shaking her head like an etch-a-sketch, trying to shake away the fucked up picture in front of her and start anew. That’s what this had to be. A glitch in the matrix of her life. It couldn’t be real. “You wouldn’t do that to me, Derek. I-”

She knew him through and through, but he couldn’t let her reason this out. “I was drunk! I was drunk and I slept with someone else. You deserve the world, Juliet. And I...I can’t give it to you.”

Juliet’s eyes welled up with tears. She balled her fists up and pushed him backward. “Fuck you, Derek Morgan. Fuck you.”

As she turned to go to her car, turning her back to him, he went back inside and punched the wall, watching as it crumbled underneath his fist like the foundation of his life.

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It was a miracle she made it home in one piece. But as soon as she stepped inside, everything reminded her of Derek. And that killed her all over again. So Juliet did the only thing people could do in such a screwed up situation: she drank.

At some point, the sun rose and found her curled up on the couch with her head pounding. Fucking alcohol.

But it wasn’t the only thing making her head hurt. Even in the midst of trying to forget everything last night, Juliet’s mind had still being trying to make all the puzzle pieces fit together. Because at the moment, they didn’t.

She’d heard what he’d said. That he’d cheated on her. Betrayed her trust. Lied to her. But...she just couldn’t believe him. It wasn’t just love or faith talking. Juliet knew it in her bones like she knew the sun rose in the sky every morning. It was more than fact, more than instinct. It was truth. The undeniable truth that Derek Morgan loved her with every fiber of his being.

And it was a truth not even he could hope to ever obscure.

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Chapter Two

This place is a disaster.  

I do this to myself.  I just really, really hate cleaning.  

I’m not sure if the importance of picking up after yourself was ever fully ingrained into me as a child.  It’s a discipline that I wish I had at this very moment though, because this place is fucking nasty.  Clothes are everywhere.  Dishes are in the sink with food still on the plates.  A month’s worth of mail is sprawled out over the kitchen counter.

Other than my inability to clean up after myself, I really like my house.  It has good feng shui.  

I should probably learn what that word actually means.  Wait, is it one word or two words?  

I retrieve my phone from my pocket and do a quick search which reveals that it is two words.  Also, it apparently means that a designated area is balanced with energy.  

In that case, my apartment does not have good feng shui because I need to clean it.  I’ve upset the balance!

Maybe it’s not a bad time to clean.  I don’t really have anything else going on right now, after-all.  I could text Michelle back, but honestly, I really don’t want to. The nightmares from last night have traumatized me.  That fucking bat, man. Son-of-a-bitch, where’s everyone at when you create a good pun?  

I should probably just delete the app.  I mean, if Michelle is any indication of how the rest of the girls are online then count me out.  Plus, the logo for the app is ridiculous.  It’s a butterfly sitting on a heart.  Not like an actual heart, that would be weird, but like one of those illustrated hearts.  The typical heart drawing.

Oh, hey, I got a match.  Don’t you just love it when that happens?  Oh, I’m going to delete you!  No you’re not, here!  You just got a match, bitch!

Well, hello there, Rachel.  Oh, she’s cute.  Aw, look, she even has a horse.  Her bio is a tad short, but that’s not too uncommon.  Damn.  What the hell is she doing swiping right on me?  I mean, I know I’m handsome, but shit.  Kidding!  I look like Jon Heder from Napoleon Dynamite if he had elephantiasis.  

Maybe she’s a bot.  

Should I say hello?  

No.  That’s too boring.  According to that one article, from that one post, from that one author, I should be original.  Have a good opening line.  Be charming. Be clever.  Be everything that you are currently not.  

You got this.  

Eye of the fucking tiger.  

Okay, how about this:

“So, I guess we’re married now?  Is that how this works?” I type.

That’s original and funny, right?

And, send.  

Oh God.

What did I do?  

She’s too pretty for such ridiculous lines.  I should have just said hello.  

You fucking moron!

I should have just deleted the app.  Saved myself the embarrassment of not receiving a reply.  

It’s fine.  I’m fine.  We’ll see what happens.  Meanwhile, I’ll just see who else is on here.  Alright fingers, let’s get to swiping.  I crack my knuckles, like a tool.

No.

No.

No.

Yes.

Fuck yes.

No.

No.  

Match!

Would you look at that.  

Okay, here’s your opportunity to come up with a better opening line.  Be clever, dammit!

Oh, hey, there’s a GIF option. What should I search for though?  

Got it!

The Titanic sinking after striking the iceberg is a perfect representation of breaking the ice.  You clever bitch you.  

Send!

Okay, that’s enough for now.  Too much more and I’ll be drawn in.  What else should I do, though?  It’s my day off from work and I have nothing to do.  

I could text Brian.  Dammit, no, he’s having a date night with the wife.  I don’t want to interrupt them.  

Nearly every fiber in my being is telling me to clean my apartment, but I really don’t want to.  Not yet.  The mood isn’t right.  That doesn’t make any sense.  Fuck it, I just don’t want to right now.  This couch is too comfortable.  

Maybe I could make a pizza?  Oh, that’s right.  I’m on a FUCKING diet.  

A response?  From Rachel..  

“I mean, duh!” she replied in the message. Well, that doesn’t sound like a generic bot response.  Which is promising.  However, I honestly wasn’t expecting a response.

Now what the fuck do I say?

This is too hard.  Abandon the mission!  

“Fantastic!  This was much easier than everyone makes it out to be.  Wasn’t stressful at all.” I nervously type out.  

No.  Let’s change that.

“Awesome!  This was much easier than everyone makes it out to be.  It wasn’t stressful at all!” I slightly alter.  

Too many exclamation points.  

Oh, just send it already you pussy!

FINE! Send!

Oh, God.  It wasn’t right.  I fucked it up.  

Okay, so, worse comes to worst, she doesn’t reply.  Or, even worse, she does reply.  I talk to her for a while and we set up a date.  She realizes that my profile pictures are in fact me, and that I’m not a creepy, fifty year old pervert, but that I used editing software to heavily alter my pictures to make myself look better than normal.  

I need to smoke.  I can’t handle this right now.  Anxiety is going to be the death of me.  

If I smoke, though, I need to hide my phone.  I mean, I don’t normally like to text anyway, but right now I may be stupid enough to try to have a conversation and that does NOT need to happen.  

Okay, I’ll just charge it in the bedroom and I won’t feel compelled to go in there for a while because the couch will be too busy devouring my physical body.  

Speaking of devouring, I should legitimately prepare some sort of food if I’m going to smoke.  Good thing I bought grapes the other day.  To the kitchen!

As I walk into the kitchen, I immediately get punched in the throat with the scent of old food.

Fucking dishes.  Or is it the trash that’s overflowing?  Why am I this way?  I’m a disgusting son-of-a-bitch.

They both just pile up.  I’m the only one here, and yet, they continually pile up.  I’ll deal with it later.  For now, I have to smoke.  

I open the drawer beside the refrigerator and retrieve a small, wooden box.  I open it to discover its contents.

Grinder?  Check.  

Weed?  Check.

Bowl?  Check.

I open the refrigerator and reach for the bag of grapes.

Grapes?  Check.  

The only thing I don’t like about smoking is the paranoia.  I’m already a paranoid person, so it just amplifies it ten-fold, but man does it feel amazing.  I also don’t like how cold it is right now.  I hate having to go outside to smoke, but I don’t want my apartment to smell like weed.  Honestly, it’s amazing that my family still has no idea that I smoke.  I guess since I don’t smoke regularly, it hasn’t really affected my motor functions.  Is that something a pot-head would say?  

Whatever.  Let’s just pack this bowl.  Not too much though.  I need to ration out what little I have left.  

I open the bag of weed and pinch off a bit, around the size of a dime.  I seperate the grinder, placing the small amount of weed in the center before closing the grinder.

This is where I always get fucked up.  I end up grinding it too much and it becomes a powder.  That isn’t going to happen today though.  I have learned the error of my ways!

I twist the grinder five times and seperate the grinder again.  The weed is no longer a clump, nor is it a powder.  It’s perfect.

I dump the weed from the grinder onto the counter and begin to move it into the bowl, making sure not to leave even the tiniest amount.

Fuck!  Lighter!  Where the hell did it go?  I begin a frantic search.  I look in the nearby drawers, slinging papers everywhere.  I move the box of cereal from the top of the refrigerator, checking to see if it is behind it.  It isn’t..  

A-ha!  Found you, you little fucker.  I keep putting it in the cabinet above the stove for some reason.  

Okay, now I’m ready to smoke.

I grab the bowl, and the lighter, and proceed outside onto my porch.

Jesus, it’s cold as fuck outside.  

Living in the south is so confusing.  One day it’s warm and the next it’s fucking twenty degrees outside.  

I like it here though.  It’s quiet.  The Bible humpers can be a bit annoying, but for the most part, I can tolerate them.  I have nothing against religion, in fact, I used to be religious, but I really hate the people who push their agenda on you.  As long as they don’t do that, I’m great.  I would love to have to an actual, intellectual conversation about religion.  Unfortunately, no one around here seems to know how to do so.  I guess you could say the south doesn’t have good feng shui.

Ah, shit.  That doesn’t work.  It only works with furniture and shit.  I think that’s right.  Phone is too far away to check.  

I place the bowl to my mouth and light the weed.  I inhale, feeling the smoke burn as it engulfs my lungs, then I exhale the smoke towards the porch light.  

This is good weed.  

I can tell that it’s going to be a relaxing high.  Which is great because I don’t know what happened with the last batch but I was jumping off the walls.  Like, seriously jumping off of them.  Nearly broke my fucking leg.  

Oh, shit.  Don’t cough, you pussy.  You have trained for this!

I let out a hoarse series of coughs.

Fucking Hell!  My lungs!  

I take another hit, because I’m a badass.

Jesus!  Too big of a hit.  Too big!  Oh, damn!

I continue coughing, like a little bitch.

Okay, I think I’m okay now.  

I continue to smoke.  I smoke pretty quickly during the winter season, mainly because it’s too cold to be outside for too long.  Plus, the neighbors may get suspicious that I smoke and call the cops.  

They wouldn’t do that though.  Would they?

And, shit, I think it’s cashed.  

Dump the remnants over the side of the porch.

Wait.

Is it possible for the remnants to grow overtime?  Like, what if there is actually still a bit of weed left and it’s enough to grow into a plant?  Which sounds great in theory, but what if someone discovers it and reports me?  Shit.  No.  I can’t dump it here.  It’s too risky.  

I could flush it!  Genius!  Smoking always makes you smarter.  That’s why Benjamin Franklin smoked so much.  

I turn towards the door and walk back inside the much warmer house.

I should probably clean out my bowl before I forget.  

I walk into the kitchen, taking in the milky tan color of the walls of my house.  I never really noticed how beautiful the walls are here.  They’re actually quite stunning.

Fucking dishes!  I’ll just move them to one side of the sink.

I move two of the plates from one basin to the other, making room for me to clean my bowl.

That’s better.  

I begin to scrub my bowl under the flowing warm water with a nearby cloth.  This is an amazing bowl.  I’ve never had any other bowl, but I feel like this particular bowl is far-better crafted than most other bowls.  It just seems to work really well.  

Okay, bowl is rinsed.  Weed is still on the table.  Grinder is set beside it.  Everything is zen.  Got my grapes.  I’m ready for the couch.  

I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room, standing directly in front of the couch.

“Do your thing, couch.” I say, plopping down, immediately stretching out with my head on one end and my feet on the other.

Such a magical feeling, really.  Lying on your couch after a good smoke.  You just feel one with the couch.  

What the fuck am I saying?

Shit.

Did I lock the door?  

I did.

Didn’t I?

Is that knocking?

No.  It’s just the heat turning on.

Ah, the warmth feels great.  Luckily the vent is right by my face, so I’m getting all the warm air.  

I had tension that I didn’t even know I had.  My neck feels amazing right now.  My head doesn’t feel heavy.  It’s a peaceful feeling.  

Did I lock the door?

Wait.  I just asked that, didn’t I?  That was like, five minutes ago, though.  Man, I hope I did.  

I struggle to lift myself from the couch just enough to get a glimpse at the door..  My vision is blurry as shit right now.

I didn’t!

Shit.  I can’t believe someone didn’t walk in.  

I quickly sit up, fighting the vertigo and run to the door.  I lift up on the lock.

There.  Locked.  

Right?

I mean, I see that it’s locked, but I should probably pull on the door handle to make sure.

I give the door a series of pulls, testing the durability of the lock.  

Yeah, it’s locked.  

What if someone came in while it was unlocked?

No.  No one came in.  You would have noticed.  

Don’t be paranoid.  Eat your grapes and relax.

I walk back to the couch, reach into the bag of grapes, picking a few as I do, and lay down.

I should really stop smoking.  I always get like this.  It’s not worth it.  

NO!  

Stop those negative thoughts.  You’ll have a really bad high and you don’t want that.  I’m just going to close my eyes and ride the wave.  I should turn on some music, but that requires me to get up and get my phone from the other room.  Is it worth it?  Sure, it is.  Then I can actually lay in bed and go to sleep.  

Okay, one, two, three, and up!  

Standing is hard!

I’m going to collapse on my bed when I...wait.  I never went to my bedroom.  Shit, my phone was under me the entire time.  

I have a message.  What do I do?  Should I read it?  If I do, I’ll be tempted to respond, and I do NOT need to do that.  

I’m not going to respond.  

I’m just going to put my phone on the table in front of me and just relax.  Relaxation is my friend and I’m hanging out.  I place the phone on the table in front of me.

Okay, so maybe it won’t hurt to read it.  

I grab the phone and unlock it.

“Was it a good wedding?  I don’t remember.”

What the fuck is she talking about?

Oh!  Shit!  That’s right.  I said the thing.  Yeah, I can’t respond to that right now.  Back on the table you go!  

How do I even respond to that?  I can’t even begin to formulate the words for that kind of thing right now.  Like, I guess it was good?  I could type that.  No.  Formulate your thoughts when you’re sober, man!  

Doesn’t remember our wedding?  I laugh at your forgetfulness!  You were probably too busy being blackout drunk!  

That’s not bad, actually.  I may have to spruce it up a bit, though.  Okay.  Come here, phone.  

Let me up, couch!

After struggling for a minute, I sit up and grab my phone from the table.

Gotcha!

Okay, so, let’s see here.  

“Wait, you don’t remember?!  I was banking on you to remind me how it went.  Guess we were too wasted from the open bar.”

There.  That should work.  Should I put an emoji?  No, emojis are stupid.  Don’t be lame!  

Send!

Okay, back to the table you go, and back into the couch I go.  

That wasn’t too bad of a response, right?  Nah, it’s fine.  You’re fine.  You’re just freaking out.  It’s natural.  Everything is great.  

Okay.  I should really go to bed.  I need to sleep.  I’m not mentally prepared for this.  

Last time, couch.  

I push myself up from the couch and walk towards my bedroom.

I gently place myself onto my bed and pull the covers up to face because it’s fucking cold.  

I shut my eyes and prepare for glorious sleep.

Wait.  

Did I lock the door?

[enby-hawke]

no reblogging, personal

My whole life sort of needs to come with it's own trigger warning to please take care if you're not in a space to deal with it My father is a deeply racist shitty fucked up man who is on his deathbed and I don't care. And I feel horrible cause I can't bring myself to care. I hate him with every fiber of my being. He was 45 when he went after my young 18 year old mother and knocked her up. She wanted an abortion. He's a mormon. He said he's do the right thing and marry her, but he didn't seem to care about her when he fucked her cousin. He was an abusive man which should be to no one's surprise, but he wasn't physical. That's all I can say. But my mom...I was separated from her when I was about 10 and my father used every penny he had to block her from seeing her once he gained the upper hand in the custody case (by using my rape funnily enough that fucker) and would change phone numbers monthly just so my mom wouldn't be able to contact us, unplugged the internet when she found us on MySpace, purposely come on the wrong visitation date. I don't have a lot of memories of my childhood, because pedophilic parasites took advantage of my parent turmuluous marriage. Hell one of them loved me so much he killed my first dog. The one I named after me cause I was a brat. I mean that's it's own fucked up story but what I meant to bring up was when my mother finally won her court case for custody. And I remember him fuming to his friends about that bitch. And we were supposed to meet halfway to a safehouse for a day long visit that was 2 hours away rather than my mom coming 5 hours to us every 2 weeks. And I remember being so excited because I was going to tell her how I was sorry I ever said anything about her boyfriend because I didn't realize they would use it to take me away from her. And how I didn't care about all the other abuse Jon did because I missed her. And I didn't know if she was going to be protected anymore I remember I had this whole script and I think my father knew. Because as soon as he got there he turned the car around. And my sisters and I started screaming at the top of our lungs and he told us to "shut the fuck up." And we kept screaming "You promised" and her replied. "She's not there" But her care was right there so I didn't understand why he was saying that. And I remember trying to open up the car doors and he immediately locked it. And I remember I started banging on the window and he threatened to give me a black eye. And he knew I was witnessing my mother cover up her black eyes every day with makeup. And so we all started breaking down and just reaching for the back of car and screaming, hoping that someone would hear us and make him turn around. He is an absolute nightmare. I cannot emphasize this enough. I don't want to ever see him again but he's dying. talk to my mother until I was...18? 19? Gaslighting was his main method of abuse and I was never sure if he couldn't keep his story straight or because his actions couldn't stand up to my hard scrutiny.So every day seeing that orange mother fucker on screen I immediately think of my dad. I mean if you want to know what my dad is like as a person once you're past pretense, he's a "moderate" Trump. He never let up on his story even though none of it matched reality. So much of my life was just a fucking mind game to him and he delighted in making me "triggered" and would manipulate me and my sisters into turning against the other by selective favoritism by not whoever the was the kindest, or had the best grades, or did well in extra curriculars, but whoever would play along with his fucked up game. And being autistic. Being hyperempathetic. And being hypersensitive to abuse already from witnessing domestic violence, I very quickly decided I was unable to play this game because it just was not in me. So I sort of became the family emotional wrecking ball. I was punished for not being a good enough example for my sisters, despite pulling straight A's, doing auditions, plays, art, writing. My father wanted me to sing cause I'm good at it, but I'm so painfully introverted my hair falls used to fall out from the performances I was forced to perform in all the weird and unusual tributes I had to make to please my father. He didn't like that I was reading cause he said it made me willful. He didn't like me writing or drawing because my stories were about how much I hated him, how I wanted to be an orphan. I would write weirdly happy stories that finally someone pointed out couldn't make sense because of all the abuse that the main characters were going through. I knew he read my journals cause I would write letters to him. Maybe hoping he'd understand me and just talk to me straight for once. But he just used my art to fuel his games. Until my own passions became triggers. And my mom...I guess I sort of made this idealized picture of what my mother was as a refuge from my shitty racist father so when we were skyping and I was hearing things like "I don't know if you should hang out with that Hmong friend of yours. They're gamblers and they'll steal your money." And I was so shocked. I just I just asked her how she could think that. And she told me a story about how when she was trying to get away from her "still" abusive boyfriend and she took refuge with a Hmong family who just happened to be shielding a member who had a gambling problem. I remember walking through the steps with her. Constantly bringing up my dad cause also would gamble away our Christmas money and then tell us we didn't deserve Christmas that year instead of facing his problems. I remember having to *purposefully* use white people because she couldn't even relate to other filipino's humanity. She thinks her own people are criminals. And I would work with her and I would think it would start to sink in for one group. And then she'd have something to say about black people or mexicans or muslims until I was calling her out so much, I drove her away. I realize now I was trying to force her to be this person I had invented and tried to replicate all my life but it was difficult to face that she was deeply flawed and toxic from a lifetime of constant abuse. I try to keep in mind that she's still trapped in an abusive situation and she comes from a country where violence is normal. Where there are classes of people you don't protect. Where protesters and dissenters are killed by police and there's no outcry. She didn't vote for Trump but she didn't see what the big deal is. She shared a meme comparing him to filipino president how he's like a stern father corralling a wild uncultured youth and I freaked out so hard I unfriended her because nazis were rioting in the streets in downtown Portland and I was terrified. To be honest I don't even know how to begin to connect with her anymore because she was my comfort through my abuse. And her not matching up to reality is just..s sometimes too much. I don't even know what's real about myself because so much of my life has just been in service of others. There are so many times I feel like a mirror, helping other people reflect and grow, and yet I remain stunted. I'm too afraid to contact my family because as much as I don't mind this role neutrally, they take and take and take and take and when I show any semblence of free will or wanting respect or apologies I'm gaslit into oblivion and they always make me feel like I am the reason that everything is falling apart. And they let me carry that alone along with all their burdens. And suddenly when I voice that I don't want to do this anymore they would turn on me. I remember my sisters tried to joke with me how they used to come up with plans to torment me just because they were bored. And they wanted me to laugh along with it. Like I didn't stay awake every night til 3am begging the universe to just take me. They knew no matter how mad I was, I would always always help them if they really needed it. And they took advantage of that.

And it's so hard to be around them cause I just want to confront them. Most of the time I'm ok, but when I'm around them I'm just waiting for them to turn on me. And then they say something and I get resentful. But past experience has told me, no matter how I word things, no matter how gently the message is made, any semblance of asking them to take responsibility for what they did to me and it becomes a blame game where they bring up past instances of my wrongdoings that I've long since apologized and paid penance for. And all my self work crumbles and I'm that "it" child again. The "heshe." The ones the teachers thought was odd and didn't protect. The "sissy" And I start to believe that I'm this terrible person that would contribute more to the world by not being in it.

[kookie-vith-suga]

You don’t own me part 13 // Final

Word count:  2962 // the end comes with a bang :D

Warnings: Strong ANGST! Violence, attempted rape. Please don’t read it if you are sensitive to these topics.

Author’s note: There will be no excerpt to this because it would spoiler too much :D Just enjoy the end ;) 

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It was 5:34 am.You placed the little letter on your side of the bed. You were fully clothed and packed a bag. I cannot allow Chanyeol to suffer for my misery. You eyes fell on the sleeping Baekhyun and instantly you felt a sting in your chest. This is not fair. We could be so happy if fate would allow us to be together. You sighed silently before bending down to press a light kiss to his forehead. “I love you, Baekhyun.” You heard a shuffling noise as you closed the door behind you. Quickly you hurried down the stairs and exited the house. The fresh breeze may ease the burning in your eyes. You opened the gate enough so your car would fit through. Carefully minding that it would not make too much noises. You sat down in your car and started the motor. This will be a long ride.

After a six hours non-stop ride you finally arrived the edge of the town. You were exhausted. Besides leaving Baekhyun had already cost you so much energy, you were also sleep-deprived since you haven’t slept at all the last night. Additionally you tried to come up with a plan the whole car ride. What you wanted to say to explain the situation. Maybe he would understand and accept your decisions. What a naive thought. But you wanted to be naive and believe that there was still a little left from the Jongdae you knew.

You checked your face in the carwindow as you exited your car. Dark circles had become apparent under your eyes. I look like a zombie. Not that it would be important how I look.

“Miss Y/L/N”, someone called out your name. You turned around to see a rather small guy approaching you.

“Yeah?”, you answered a little surprised.

He bowed deeply before holding something towards you.“I should hand you this. Please follow the instructions.” Hesitantly you took the folded piece of paper out of his hand. They guy bowed again and jogged away. You looked after him for a little. Then your attention focused on the paper so you unfolded it.

“My dear Y/N, Finally you arrived. I will meet you in the big office building opposite to the hotel. Just come to the fifth floor and then go right. I am waiting in the conference room at the end of the corridor. I am looking forward to see you.”

You looked to the other side of the street and inspected the building suspiciously. Then you sighed out loud. Come on Y/N! You can do this! You started walking and only now you noticed how packed the street was. All around you were people crossing the street and waiting cars with roaring motors. You looked into some of their faces. Some were neutral, some looked stressed but most of them seemed happy. Oh how you wished you could switch with one of them. You would rather take all their worries then being in this situation.

You ignored the man who offered to open you the door and pushed it open yourself. You headed straight towards the elevator and pressed the button with the 5 on it.

“Ahh Y/N. Why am I not surprised to see you here? Always stubborn and so duty bound. That is how I know my beloved Y/N.” Jongdae greeted you and raised from the chair on the other side of a big table. He came closer and opened his arms widely as a greeting gesture. You took a couple of steps back.

“I want you to free Chanyeol now! I am here just as you wished!”, you demanded with a firm voice.

“Oh why so snappy? Haven’t you missed me even a little?”, he acted hurt.

“Jongdae…you gotta understand that Baekhyun and I…we are together…I love him. I only came because you forced me. My feelings for Baekhyun are true but you are right I will not allow that someone noninvolved has to suffer.”

Immediately Jongdae’s cheeky grin disappeared and you spotted the pulsing vein on his neck.

“I see so this is how you truely are….”, his voice was filled with disgust. He planted himself threatingly in front of you. You were cornered against the wall and cursed yourself internally. You turned your head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze,

“While I was worring my ass off the past weeks you were whoring around with that fucker. My energy seems a little wasted, don’t you think?” He grabbed your chin forcefully and turned it towards him. “You could at least have the decency to look at me when I am talking to you, my little slut.” You gasped out loud.

“How dare you?! How does falling in love make me a slut?”, you snapped.

“LOVE?! That is no love! You were blinded. I will tell you what love is.” His free hand wrapped around your throat “Love is when your thoughts circle only around her”, his grip tighten a little, “Love is when you feel real pain in your chest for every second you are apart from her”, it tighten even more, “Love is when you would eliminate every opponent just to have her for your own.”

By now you had a real hard time to breath. “Jong..”, you tried to press out but with the lack of air it was nearly impossible. Stars started to dance in front of your eyes.

“You belong to me, Y/N! Do you understand that? I won’t allow him to take you from me.” He pressed his lips hard against yours. You held your lips closed what was clearly to his disapproval. With a little more pressure around your throat you had to give up your barricade. He hummed in satifaction as his tongue slipped into your mouth to steal the little rest of oxygen you had at disposal.

Baekhyun ran his fingers through his hair. He was beyond stressed. Every fiber in his body was alarmed. Y/N. Y/N. How could she go to him?! How could she leave me?! His mind was so clouded that there was no space for one rational thought other then he had to get her back. 

“Master the helicopter just landed”, a servant informed him. He nodded and ran outside. He was lucky that there was a lot of free fields around his house so the helicopter could land so very close.

“We need to go to the lotus hotel. The hospital next to it has a landing spot on its roof. We only have little time, so hurry up!”, Baekhyun ordered. The doors closed and the propeller started. Short after they were lifting from the ground. Baekhyun clutched his hands around the piece of paper that he found after he had wake up to an empty bed. This was the only thing you had left him and reading it nearly broke him.

“My lovely Baekhyun,

First of all you need to know that I did not leave you because I wanted to. My feeling for you are so strong and I do not think I have ever felt so drawn to someone before. I love you and that is most important here! Still I cannot let Chanyeol get killed so easily. He may be one of your inferiors but I know that he is so much more for you. So I could never take that responsibility without feeling guilty my whole life. This separation is only temporary. I promise I am going to figure a way out to come back to you! Be sure of that! That we belong to each other is something I believe in and if fate is with us we will be together! So this is not a forever-goodbye. Just a see-you-soon-goodbye! Never forget that you will always have my heart!

Forever and ever,

Your Y/N.

A tear rolled out of his eye. I will get you back, Y/N! I promise!

Jongdae had picked you up roughly and threw you on the desk. You arched your back in pain.

“I want all of you, Y/N. Like it had been in the good old times. You were just my little whore. Only mine. Tell me you love me! Say it!”, he bit into you neck.

“Stop it! Please, Jongdae. Stop!”, you begged as you felt him forcing his knee between your legs.

“I am just doing the same as he did. All this talk about love makes me sick. He used you and you fell for him so easily. Such a cheap slut you are.” His hand pushed your shirt high enough to reveal your bra. With lust he gawked at you while he started working on the fastener. You felt like puking. This isn’t happening! Please dear god help me! In front of your eyes appeared the picture of Baekhyun’s smiling face.

“Baekhyun”, you whispered to yourself. Tears streamed out of your eyes. Suddenly his motion stopped. He raised his hand and seconds later you screamed in pain. He had slapped you with full force on the cheek. A instant burn spread all over it.

He climbed of you. “Disgusting how you are still all over him. I could have given you so much more, you know that. But it was your choice after all.”

You had sat up and slided back on the table to bring more distant between the two of you. “What choice are you talking about?!”

“I gave you all the chances to come back to me. To make it up but you refused. Everything that is happening now is because of your foolishness”, he hissed.

You looked at him dumbfounded. He pointed towards the window that was facing the street. “Look what your so called “true love” led you to”, his voice was bitter.

A little hesitantly you climbed of the table and walked over to the window. As you looked outside you froze. About ten police vans had circled the entrance of the hotel on the other side. The street was blocked.

“I wonder how many rooms he had vainly searched through. I mean his helicopter landed about ten minutes ago. Not so many I guess. Maybe not even one. If the police will have more luck finding him is the even more interesting question. I dont think he will last long in that confrontation.” His devilish grin was back. 

Anger started boiling in you. “You called the police?! Are you out of your mind?!”, you yelled.

“Oh sweetie, you gotta think logically. It is very convenient when other people take care of the dirty work so you won’t have to do it yourself. Don’t you agree?” Jongdae laughed out loud.

“Shut the fuck up!”, you screamed, “Kim Jongdae you need help! You are terribly sick to think you could own me! I will surely never belong to you because I never loved you! Nor will I ever! NEVER!”

“If I cannot have you Y/N, no one can!”, he yelled back.

“This is madness. You are insane”, you stated before pushing him to the side and running out of the building.

You tried to assort the turmoil around you. Various policemen were running around, armed with machine guns searching through all the rooms. The noises were incredible loud and you couldn’t figure out if they were your own screams or caused by the people around you. You memories shot back to the very first evening where you had met him. The situation felt similar but one thing was missing. Baekhyun as the hero saving you. How you wished his hand would hold yours right now. Guide you out of this chaos like he alwalys did.

You had fought yourself through the crowd of policmen who wanted to stop you. But eventually you reached the spot where his body was slumped against the wall. You kneeled down next to him and started shaking him lightly.

“Baekhyungie, I’m here! Can you hear me?! I’m here! Oh my god this is so much blood”, you cried out starring at your tinted red hands. You shuffled yourself out of your jacket and pressed it against the gaping wound in his chest.

“Y/N”, a weak voice escaped his throat. He raised his trembling hand and cupped your cheek. “My lovely Y/N. You really came back to me.”

“Of course! I promised I would come back!”

“I know I was being stupid…”, he started but you cut him off:

“No Baek! You weren’t at all! It is all my fault! I should have never leave you alone! I should have known that all this would be a trap!”, you were sobbing hard by now.

“Don’t cry, princess. It is not worth it”, his thumb caressed over your cheeks.

“Don’t say that! I need you, Baek! You can’t leave me like this! They will bring you to the hospitaI and you are going to be okay! Do you hear me?! We haven’t had enough time yet! That is why you will not die today! We must be together so please don’t leave me! I can’t live without you.”, you pleaded.

Your jacket was soaked in his blood already. It seemed like the blood would not stop pumping out of the wound. You pressed down harder and you saw him wincing in pain.

“You can and you will. Because you are strong, Y/N. My strong little girl”, he coughed out.

“Stay with me a little longer, Baekhyun!”

“Y/N, I can’t”, he was only whispering by now.

“I’m sure they will be here any minute, okay?! Hold on just a little longer! ” You looked towards the entrance. “HELP! We need help here”, you screamed at the men who were just standing there and watched the both of you. “Why are you not doing anything?! Get help!”

“Y/N listen to me!”, for a second his voice was firm and his hand clutched around yours. “Y/N I love you so much. I can now surely say this. I don’t regret any of my decisions. Despite how bad of a person I have been eventually this way led me to you. That was the best that ever happened to me! You gave my life a purpose! Thanks to you I felt things I never thought I could. You were my second chance.” You were crying so hard that it shook you.

“I love you too, Baek! I do! So much!”, you pressed between your sobs.

“The only thing I feel sorry for is that I broke my promise since you have held yours.” He raised his shaking hand to your cheek and wiped away some tears.

“Don’t worry! It doesn’t matter! Nothing matters now! Nothing then us! I love you!”

“I’m sorry that I lied when I said forever. You would have deserved a forever, my love.” The pressure with what he had held your hands faded and his eyes closed. 

“NOOOOOO!”, a horrible cry escaped your throat. Your hands cupped his face and you pressed a kiss to his lips. “Baekhyun, come back!” You threw yourself over his body.

“She seems to suffer from a form of Stockholm syndrome. You should have seen her during the therapy and as the paramedics brought her here. This guy clouded her mind enough to let her think she loves him.”, you heard Dr. Park’ voice in front of your room.

“Sick bastard! He destroyed the life of this innocent girl probably without flinching”, someone commented.

Dr. Park hummed in approval.

You were lying in your hospital bed with your back facing towards the door. You didn’t knew if they were aware that you could hear them. You have figured out that it would not matter even if that would be the case. They would judge you anyway. They did not know Baekhyun like you knew him. So how could you possible be mad at them for what they are saying. They never learned how caring and loving he was. They only belive what they had been told by the society and media.

Sure Baekhyun was by far not a saint but who is that anymore?! 

You stared at the white wall. Everything seemed so pointless to you. All colours had vanished.

I have found the greatest love of my life and they took him from me. Because bad people stay bad, right? There is no forgiveness for them. I am all alone now. All by myself.

Loneliness will be your Grim Reaper and if you were honest you couldn’t wait for him to get you…

“Good afternoon Miss Y/L/N. How are you today?”, Dr. Park had entered your room. You ignored her question and just didn’t answer at all. Dr. Park sighed out loud. You heard the bed squeak as she sat down on the edge.

“Miss Y/L/N we are here to help you but you need to support us a little there”, she explained in that lecturing tone you just hated. I won’t do shit! Not for you or anyone else!

“Anyway, if you do not want to talk right now that is fine, but there is a important information I gotta tell you. You only need to listen so I guess that will be okay”, she made a small pause to wait for your reaction. You didn’t even look at her.

“Okay then Miss Y/L/N, I wanted to tell you that you are pregnant.”

Suddenly your world gained a little colour again…

Dooonneee! Omg I just loved writing the end although I still hate myself a little for being a bitch… Well still I hope it kicked in! My message box is open for all types of feedback ;)

Anyway this story was a little project of mine which I really enjoyed but also struggled a lot with! I may have another bigger story in mind and when the time comes I will ask you if you would be interested to read it :)

Thanks for staying with me and please look forward for more ♥

[magiimaginationdestination]

Hello! I read all of your stories last night and loved the way you write. Can I ask for something? I'm a big Sinbad fan, could you write him in a love triangle ( sinbad x fem / kouen x fem) ? I love romance with a little angst (♡~♡)

I’m so sorry for making Sinbad such a bad person in this.

Also, I’m not doing this exactly mostly because if someone cheats on you, you don’t repay that by cheating on them as well. You repay then by making their life a living hell and if you can’t, your friends will do it for you. (=￣▽￣=)

“Come on… Just once.”

Sinbad chuckled as his maid ran her hand down his chest, “sorry but I’m happily in a relationship with the love of my life.”

The maid let out a laugh, “please, don’t lie my king. We both know you don’t really love her.” She pressed a kiss to his neck, “if you did then you would’ve pushed me off by now.”

The king chuckled once more and wrapped a hand around her waist, “I guess your right.”

The maid giggled and got on top of him, “then let me do my job and service you, my king.”

She began trailing kisses down his neck and smirked as she heard him humming in satisfaction.

You walked to yours and Sinbad’s shared chambers with a slight skip in your step. You and Ja'far had just finished doing Sinbad’s work for the day and given that it was the afternoon you and Sinbad had the rest of the day together.

As you approached your room to rest with your lover, you heard noises. You froze and your eyes widened.

A sick feeling of anxiety rose to your stomach, he wouldn’t right…? The thing that made it worse was that he would under the right temptation.

You took a deep breath and swallowed the bile you felt rising to your throat as the noises came louder and louder.

“You feel so great on me. Better than my lover.”

“I know, my king~. Harder~.”

You heard him chuckle, “you’re the one on top of me.”

You gasped and tears came to your eyes, you thought he would’ve been faithful. You thought he had loved more than anything. You thought he cared for you.

You wiped your tears angrily, turns out you were wrong. You got up and slammed the door open, loud enough for them to hear.

You crossed your arms, so there he was. With a slutty maid on top of him, riding him. You made up your mind and stormed up to the two.

What you did next surprise the both of them. You grabbed the maid by the waist and removed her from him. You then threw her down to the floor. The slut grabbed her robes and wrapped them around herself.

You glared down at Sin with all the malice you could muster, but this time you weren’t angry in a joking manner.

He had wrapped the sheets around his waist, “h-hello, Y/N.”

You resisted the urge to rip off his genitals. “You’re kidding right, that’s all you have to say you fucking disgrace of a human being.”

He flinched but said nothing. “WELL?! IS THIS WHAT YOU STRIVED FOR?! TO BE A WOMANIZER TILL THE VERY END?! WELL, CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS, YOU UGLY DISGUSTING SWINE! IM SURE YOU PARENTS ARE VERY PROUD OF THE PIG THEY RAISED BECAUSE WHAT THEY RAISED SURE AS HELL WASN’T HUMAN!”

Sinbad continued to stay quiet as you mentioned his parents. He was speechless. “SAY SOMETHING, YOH FUCKER!” You yelled as you stared at him right in the eyes.

You then turned to the maid on the floor, you grabbed her by the collar. “You better leave here in five seconds with all your belongings or I’ll throw you right out of that window with no remorse whatsoever.”

The maid quickly scrambled off the floor and ran out the door. You then looked the Sin again, “I wish I could just fucking kill you right here and now, but I’m sure your djinns would love to protect your sorry ass. Let them know they’re all dead to me as well for choosing a dirty king candidate like you. I hope you see death in your future, but I also hope you have a nice life with all your dirty sluts.”

You walked to the door and stood there for a moment, “goodbye. I thought you loved me…” You whispered.

You then ran out passing all the servants that heard the screaming as well as the eight generals.

You accidently ran into Ja'far as you wiped your tears. He looked down at you with concern, he grabbed your arms, “Y/N, are you alright?” He asked.

You glared up at him, “unhand me!” You pushed him off, causing him to fall to the floor.

They looked at you, shocked to see you would do something like that. You then ran off without looking back.

Just as Masrur was about to go after you, Ja'far told him not to. “This has something to do with him.”

All the generals turned their heads to Sinbad’s and what used to be, your chambers.

You continued running all the way to the docks, hoping to catch Kougyoku and Hakuryuu before they left.

You were elated to see that they haven’t, you called out to them. “Kougyoku! Hakuryuu!”

The turned at smiled to see you, you had been very nice to them the whole they were here. Even when you found out about Kougyoku’s crush on Sinbad.

“Y/N!”

Kougyoku crushed you into a hug, “I’m so happy to see you.”

Tears ran down your cheeks, “I’m happy to see you too.”

It seems that she felt your tears and unwrapped her arms. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” She asked.

“I… I need to go to the Kou empire, please take me with you.” You bowed to them.

Kougyoku scrambled to get you up, “yes, yes. Of course! Get up.”

You smiled, “thank you so much.”

Kougyoku smiled, “brother will be so happy to see you again.”

You smiled down at her and took one last glance back to the castle. You didn’t know if it way you, but you felt like Sinbad was staring at you from his chambers.

You shook it off and got on their ship. Not looking back.

You took a deep breath as you saw the port of the Kou empire. You weren’t worried about the empire itself, mostly Kouen.

Problem was, at the time, you were in between Kouen and Sinbad a few years before your and Sin’s relationship.

That snake caught you in its jaws and you left Kouen with a broken heart. Turns out, karma is a bitch, cause here you were with a broken heart for choosing the wrong man.

A servant came in and informed you that they were here. You nodded and dismissed him.

You got up from your bed and put on the dress they had provided you. The original attire you had been wearing was burned in a fire. You had wanted to get rid of the memory.

Speaking of which, you sat down in front of a mirror and grabbed the knife you asked for. You stared at your reflection and flinched at it, it’s not that your eyed were swollen with tears, it’s that you finally felt like Sinbad thought of you of not being good enough.

Your looks felt plain. Your skin had no shine, your hair didn’t seem silky anymore, and your eyes seemed sunken in. It seems that once you lost Sin every attribute you had was just… Plain…

You gripped the knife tightly and swiped it through your hair, cutting off a good chunk of it and letting it fall on your bedroom floor.

You grabbed your h/c locks and tossed them into the ocean, hoping to leave all your pain and memories behind.

You smiled and walked out of your chambers, only to be escorted by a servant out of the ship.

You nodded to them with gratitude and looked to who came to greet Kougyoku on her return.

Koumei and Kouha.

You gaze went to the floor, they were most likely angry with you for hurting their brother and you didn’t blame them. You were wrong to do that to him.

“I understand that you may hate me and you may want me to leave but… All I can do now is apologize and hope with every fiber of my being that you’ll forgive me…”

You heard Kouha storm up to you and next thing you felt was a sharp sting on your cheek. You held your cheek and realized he had just slapped you.

“Don’t apologize to us, you have to apologize to En-nii.”

You wiped your tears and nodded, more were threatening to come down once Kouha wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you into a hug. You sniffled and hugged him in return.

“Thank you…”

You stood in front of his office, anxiety bubbling in your stomach again. But at least this time it would be for something different.

You took a deep breath and wrapped your hand around the door knob. You opened it to see Kouen vigorously working on something.

“Whoever it is, leave. I am busy.”

You sucked in a breath, “it’s me…” You said apprehensively.

Kouen’s eyes widened and he looked to see you, the girl who broke his heart all those years ago.

“Y/N…” He mumbled as he scrambled to get up from his desk. He walked over to you and stood in front of you.

“What are you doing here…?”

Tears filled your eyes, “fixing a mistake… I made the biggest mistake of my life once I chose Sinbad… I never realized it until now… But… I need you Kouen. He broke my heart and please, I know you have every right to shut me away, but please give a chance…”

You got down on your hands and knees, pressing your forehead to the ground. You knew this was degrading but what he went through was probably worse.

You felt him grab your hands and bring you up, “I will… I still love you and I promise to care for you.” He wrapped his arms around you.

Tears ran down your cheeks as cried on his shoulder, “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry… This is all my fault…” You whispered.

Kouen said nothing and only held you close to him.

Sinbad was in his chambers, drinking alcohol as he thought of you and his dumb mistake.

He put his head in his hands, he could’ve had a great life with you but now that was all squandered as he thought of his idiotic mistake.

His gold eyes then shined with determination, he was getting you back.

Kouen stared at your angelic features as you slept next to him after you had finished crying.

His look grew angry, if he ever saw Sinbad step into the Kou empire he wouldn’t hesitate to kill him for doing this to you. He deserved it.

He flinched as he felt your stir, afraid he might have woken you up. As it turns out, you did wake up.

You rubbed your swollen eyes and met Kouen’s. You both stared into each other’s eyes with a sort of… Longing feeling.

Both of your eyes trailed down to gaze at the other’s lips. You soon found yourself with your lips pressed against his.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. Kouen had placed you on top of him.

You both pulled away and stared into each other’s eyes. “Kouen…” You mumbled.

He spoke up in a whisper, “what is it that you want from me?”

You gripped his clothing tightly, “love me…” You whined.

Kouen soon began to do just that and he made sure to give you as much love as possible.

Sinbad took a deep breath as he sat on the ship getting ready to go to the Kou empire. He had heard you were there and that you were with Kouen, which made his blood boil.

Ja'far came in and interrupted his thoughts, “we are here, my king.”

Sinbad smiled, “good.”

You walked through the halls of the palace happily. Everything had been going well for you. Your relationship was healthy, you were getting along with his siblings, and… You laid a hand on your stomach. You were pregnant.

Your stomach wasn’t very large but you were still excited. You just needed to tell Kouen when he wasn’t busy.

A servant stopped from your walk, “princess! Someone has come to see you.”

You rose a brow, “who?”

The servant stayed silent, looking apprehensive. You pressed on, “well?”

“My princess… It is… King Sinbad.”

Your eyes widened and you almost crumpled down to the floor. Kouen stopped you from falling to the floor as he happened to be walking by.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

You shook your head and said nothing, you were scared. “Y/N, please, speak to me,” he persuaded.

“S-Sinbad…” At this point, you were shivering. Kouen was shaking as well, but with anger.

“I’ll take care of this.” He unsheathed his sword and stormed to where Sinbad was.

You grabbed his arm, “stop! Don’t kill him!”

Kouen looked to you with wide eyes, “after what he did to you, you expect me to forget.”

You shook your head, “no… But… I want to take care of this myself…”

Kouen gave in and sheathed his sword, “fine, but I will be posting guards outside to protect you.”

You nodded and gave him a short kiss, “okay, don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

You walked into the room with slight anxiety, but wanting to be strong you kept your shoulders square and your head held high.

Sinbad looked up, hearing the door. Your eyes widened and you held a gasp as you looked at him.

His eyes were sunken in, his hair disheveled, and he hadn’t shaved in quite a bit.

“Y/N… It’s so great to see you.”

You shook off your surprise and kept a hard look, “can’t say the same… Why are you here?”

“I came to see you and get you back…” He whispered with hope in his tone. He advanced towards you but you backed away.

“I’m not going back… Here I get treated like I mean something… I’m in a healthy relationship now…” You nodded as you remembered some of the things that had happened.

Sinbad’s eyes widened, “please Y/N, I’m nothing without you…” As he kept coming closer you kept backing off.

“No. Find another way to be something because I’m not coming back… Not now… Not ever…”

You then began walking out and as you did you whispered something, “I still love you…”

You then left him there, pondering on your words.

You went back to yours and Kouen’s shared bedroom. As you gazed at the rooms features, you broke down in tears.

“Why did things have to be this way…? Why…?”