#literally no explanation you come up with explains hearing them walk in and out of the room

[moonsaurora]

yall know anyone can do the knocking method right..like are yall forgetting queen mary where they had a 30 minute knocking conversation? or literally any time there’s a random knock in a haunted place? like just cause cody was doing it alone awhile ago doesnt mean they’re faking

[burstinn]

Hello 👋, could I request some cod characters (perhaps Ghost, Price or Krüeger) defending a male military reader from a bunch of guys that are being homophobic to him?

Homophobes die

Warnings and Notes:

All relationships here is platonic or could potentially be seen as romantic

Krueger is somehow in the 141, just pretend he is.. Yknow.. Just pretend..

You get beaten the fuck up, your face is literally fucked up

Blatant homophobia

The only people shown is Ghost, Price, and Krueger

Being openly gay in the military is hard.

Not everyone has the same belief, but by God do they need to atleast be a little respectful.

Well, aside from some "out there" remarks about you or some men coming up to you just to ask to help them yknow take some stress off. They're not gay they swear they just needed to take it off without just jerking themselves off.

All that fun shebang, but then there's the 3rd. The people who go out of their way to just fuck with you.

They are literally the mix of the 1st and 2nd group. But make it 100 times worse, but they're favorite thing to do is more physical things.

Beating the shit out of you the chance they get. You're almost used to it now. Can't even snitch about it, they'll catch you before you do. Hell, they'll manage to spin some bullshit to make it your fault.

Which brings you toooo.. Today! The peak of Pride Month! Which you were reminded of by your good pals!

Being dragged off to a corner and beating the fucking shit out of you while congratulating you about pride month.

"It's gay month, hope your f---got ass is happy about that. This is your prize for it!"

"Maybe you were hoping to suck some dick today? No?"

Such great words really wow.

You couldn't really answer much.. Blood dripping out of your nose and pooling down to your mouth, pretty sure you lost some teeth.

Not like you can see either, brutal punches hit really hard. A black eye, a few broken bones.. Maybe your rib.

A few good kicks to the stomach. On your cock as well.

GHOST

- he heard it.

- He was looking for you and 'your pals' since you and them missed training and punishment is needed for that.

- Then he heard it

- stopping in his tracks and peering off in the corner seeing you getting beaten bloodied, black and blue.

- He needed to intervene shit look at you.

- He stepped out of the corner, grabbing the shoulder of one of the guys that was about to connect his hand to your face

- Anger courses through the guy who was about to punch turning around to see who dares grab him. Before his confidence falters seeing.. Lieutenant Ghost towering over them a fixed angered glare on them.

- "Prices office Now"

- There was no argument.. They immediately scurry off. Leaving you slumped over. Bloody, swollen.

- He turned his attention to you, carrying you in his arms.. Cradling you.

- "fuck, are you alright?" " hey! Stay awake soldier!"

- He pulls you close, running off with you in his arms. Demanding a medic.Immediately

- He leaves you to be patched up by the medics. Anger written in his face as he makes his way to Prices office.

- Price waiting on Ghost to explain what happened

- He looked like he wanted to kill them, he could've but he might get kicked out of military or arrested idk

PRICE

- He got a heads up a few minutes ago from Ghost that he was looking for you and these guy that were now in front of him.

- He did remember Ghost stalking off somewhere to find you and the dudes that were right in front of him

- He decides to not ask them and wait for Ghost instead.

- Once Ghost arrived, hearing the explanation made him seethe with frustration and disgust.. He knew you were gay but he didn't think people his soldiers no less would treat you like that

- He doesn't need to hear any more

- He discharged them immediately. Walking off with Simon to see you in medbay

- He had to make sure all his soldiers are safe

KRÜEGER

- He was walking by Price's office, He's heard a figh broke out and the person who was beat up was in the medics

- He might as well see who it was

- Just as he was about to fully pass by Price's office. He heard something..

- He stops in his tracks, leaning now against the door to listen.. And he heard everything

- His expression slowly growing darker and darker as he continues listening

- He's heard just about enough, He decides to skip seeing you.. He could comfort you later..

- I mean, You both were close but not that close. But still it's not like he can't not care about you.

- He has planned.. Something else for those men

- They went M. I. A after that, No one bothers to look. It's not the militarys problem any more..

°°°

| A Week Later|

"Hey.. Guten Tag, hey! Wake up"

.. Krueger.. He's waking you up

Furrowing your brow in annoyance before you force yourself to open your eyes..

You sit up tilting your head to look at Krüeger.

"Wie geht's?"

"OK, Mir ghet es Gut.. Danke, Krueger"

He nods, looking at your bandaged face.

"You should let 'im rest Krueger"

A deeper, more British voice comes from behind Krueger

"I'm just checking up on him"

Ghost is here too.. How nice, they took their time to see you

"Botha' you, Get back to work. Leave him alone"

And.. Price

" It's fine cap, I'm good"

"You sure? You still look messed up Don't worry we took care of them bastards, we discharged them"

Silence from Krueger.. Looking at the ground for a moment

"Ja... Yeah mmhm"

Weird.. But it's nice that these people care for you.

[alohajun]

♡ TREASURE’S REACTION WHEN YOU GIVE THEM THE SILENT TREATMENT

treasure x gn!reader | wc : 1.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, slight fluff, angst, mentions of wounds, mentions of arguments, use of petnames | request — hii can i request treasure reaction when you give them a silent treatment after an argument

CHOI HYUNSUK

🐷 as soon as he realizes you are giving him the silent treatment, he just walks away, letting you have some time to yourself while he does the same

🐷 broken between tryna speak to you and holding a vow of silence himself

🐷 he’s just pacing around the room, not knowing what to say or do because he’s practically fighting his own conscious

🐷 because if there’s two things our luis daniel gonsalves choi loves, it’s talking to you and hearing your voice

🐷 so after a lot of mental conflict, he’d stand in front of you, just blabbering whatever comes to his mind because he doesn’t know what else to do

🐷 and ofc, seeing how frustrated he is, you’d give in too, because you too can’t bear not talking to hyunsuk

🐷 "would you please forgive me so i can show you this song i wrote about you?"

PARK JIHOON

🐼 it literally is as impossible as it sounds bc there's no way jihoon would let you stay silent with him like that

🐼 "babe? what's up? are you not gonna talk to me? hm? okay, i see how it is."

🐼 couple minutes later, manz is in front of you, phone in ear as he speaks to you

🐼 "kyu is asking if you are down to hang out?" he'd ask, catching you off guard

🐼 there was no junkyu on the other line but ofc you didn't know that

🐼 you fell for his tactic as you replied, "yeah, sure."

🐼 jihoon would have a shit-eating grin on his face, blabbering smth to ensure you still believed he was talking to junkyu

🐼 "he's asking if you can make your brownies when you are coming?" "oh, okay, i can do that."

🐼 "kyu is also asking if you are still mad at me?" he'd try his luck, waiting for an answer

🐼 "no, not re—wait a minute!" you'd frown at jihoon, not amused by his little trick to get you to speak to him

🐼 "nuh–uh, you can't go back to your silence now. you already spoke to me, so keep it going."

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

🐯 fights with yoshi don’t escalate too far because he knows how to take a step back and let the rage blow over so you two can address the issue calmly

🐯 so until your anger blew over, you went on a vow of silence, not realizing how much it affected yoshi when you didn’t respond to him

🐯 he only approached you twice before walking away, and you thought he knew your silence was just your way of letting the rage blow over

🐯 because after all, that was his method too, right?

🐯 poor baby tiger was crying in his room, wondering if it was the end of your relationship  

🐯 you’d walk into his room to see him crying, instantly feeling guilty when he explained why he was crying

🐯 you’d assure him with lots of love, letting him know you two weren’t breaking up any time soon

🐯 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part one

🐯 "don't do that to me, love. i really thought you wouldn't speak to me again."

KIM JUNKYU

🐨 after the end of an argument, bro thinks everything is magically resolved and back to normal

🐨 he’d just assume things like “oh, maybe y/n didn’t hear me” or “maybe y/n is focused on smth else” when you don’t respond

🐨 “dude, you do know y/n is mad at you, right?” jihoon would ask when he sees his best friend constantly try to speak to you and just wave it off when you didn’t respond

🐨 and that’s when the meteor of realization would hit junkyu, and he’d instantly be there by your side, apologizing for being an idiot

🐨 as he blabbers, you can’t help but laugh at his explanation, and you’d let him know that it was all in the past, just advising him to be more attentive the next time

🐨 “i am gonna be super attentive from now on, i promise. nothing is gonna get past me!”

TAKATA MASHIHO

🐹 if you wanted to be petty and give him the silent treatment, he’d do the same

🐹 the house is absolutely silent as you two just don’t make any effort to talk to the other

🐹 you will still do your work around the house, just without sharing a single word between the two of you

🐹 that is until mashiho hurts himself while cooking because even tho he doesn’t admit it, he’s a bit worried if he went too far with the argument you two had

🐹 immediately, you are at his side, taking care of his wound as you checked on him, repeatedly making sure he was alright as you made him sit

🐹 the two of you would start talking after that, forgetting about your vows of silence until mashiho would bring it up later at night because he wanted to resolve the issue for good

🐹 “next time we fight, we are not pulling any of those silent treatments. we are gonna talk it out like adults, okay?”

YOON JAEHYUK

🦁 bro very much worships you 🥹🫶

🦁 nah but like he'd malfunction if you don't talk to him after an argument

🦁 usually, y'all sort out of your issues just fine and get it out of the way so this silent treatment was totally new

🦁 "babe? baby? my love? y/n?"

🦁 his voice was getting more desperate with every word, brows furrowed as he panicked a little at the lack of your response

🦁 jaehyuk wouldn't leave your side, stuck to you as he tried to get you to speak to him again

🦁 the breaking point was when he'd tear up as he spoke to you, instantly making you throw your arms as you consoled him

🦁 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part two

🦁 "i'm really sorry, y/n. please just talk to me again. i'm sorry."

HAMADA ASAHI

🤖 asahi is pretty silent himself, so he instantly catches on when you don’t talk to him

🤖 he’ll run every possible scenario through his head regarding your lack of speech, and it’d land on the fact you two very recently had a disagreement

🤖 at first, he’d give you the space you need, thinking you’d come around after a couple of hours, but when it doesn’t work, he’s overwhelmed

🤖 will give his friends a call, because he’s unsure if he should give you more time or just fall at your feet and beg for mercy

🤖 thankfully, yoshi and mashiho had good advice for him, which asahi immediately carried out, approaching you and asking if you two could talk

🤖 once you nodded, he’d sit down and discuss the situation, wondering if it was because of the argument you two had

🤖 he’d apologize for driving you to the point where you had to give him a silent treatment for him to understand

🤖 “i'm sorry, my love. let’s promise to talk out our issues next time, okay?”

BANG YEDAM

🦊 like mashiho, yedam would give you the silent treatment as well

🦊 he thinks he’s winning, thinking he’s proving a point by joining you out of pettiness

🦊 but you weren’t backing down and he was getting slightly annoyed, so he’d resort to phase two of the plan

🦊 kissing the silence out of you

🦊 it’s just as simple as it sounds; yedam would kiss you all over your face until you had to talk to him

🦊 you two would be giggly messes as he pulled away, all the arguments forgotten as you two stared at each other, just happy to be together

🦊 “you can’t try that on me, babes. my kisses are a master of conflict resolution.”

KIM DOYOUNG

🐰 instantly picks up that you are giving him the silent treatment because he notices your lack of words

🐰 doyoung would recount whatever happened and will think about the argument you two had earlier, wondering if anything he said struck a chord with you

🐰 because fights with you two don’t end badly, since you two always to resolve things

🐰 he’d sit you down and talk it out, apologizing if he said anything out of line to hurt your feelings and you’d do the same, appreciating the fact he apologized

🐰 doyoung would defo crack a joke or two as soon as you resolve things, earning a playful punch from you at his words

🐰 “now explicitly describe exactly how painful it was for you to not talk to me.”

WATANABE HARUTO

🦙 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part one

🦙 he’d play along with your antics, shrugging and walking away when you wouldn’t respond to him

🦙 ruto would just behave as he usually does, just not talking as much because there wasn’t a point in doing so if you weren’t gonna respond

🦙 you’d soon catch onto his behavior, realizing your silent treatment was backfiring since he wasn’t reacting to any of it

🦙 but just as you are about to give in and talk to him, ruto will approach you, a worried look on his face because it’s been literal hours since you last spoke to him

🦙 “you aren’t going to break up with me, are you?”

🦙 and that’s when you realize it’s gone too far, quickly pulling him into your embrace as you apologized for letting things escalate this far

🦙 “i seriously hate you for this. but thank goodness, you aren’t that mad at me. i love you too much, it hurts.”

PARK JEONGWOO

🐺 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part two

🐺 literally scoffs in your face when you don’t respond to him

🐺 “oh, is this what we’re doing, huh?” 🙄😑🤔😤

🐺 will wait around a bit to see if you change up, but after a couple of hours if you still don’t talk, he’s gonna turn to his last resort

🐺 whining; manz is gonna annoy you into speaking to him again

🐺 but ofc after being with him for so long, you were unfazed which would then just deflate his mood

🐺 “are you really going to do this?” 🥺😭☹️🥹

🐺 you’d defo cave in after seeing his pouty face, giving him a kiss before talking to him again

🐺 “talk to me again, y/n, hm? please?”

SO JUNGHWAN

🐮 super king cow baby will be so pouty when you give him the silent treatment

🐮 even after he apologized, you wouldn’t utter a single word and just blankly stare at him, making him even sadder

🐮 after lots of pleads, hwan would defo get on his knees as he stood in front of you, absolutely no hesitation in begging you to speak to him

🐮 “i'm gonna stay like until you forgive me, so please talk to me, y/n.”

🐮 you though he was joking, you really did

🐮 but when he followed you on his knees when you walked around, you felt super bad, realizing he was super serious about his words

🐮 immediately kneeling next to him, you’d apologize for your childish behavior, checking on junghwan to see if he was hurt

🐮 if he was hurt, you’d feel super guilty, tears pricking your eyes, but junghwan would only smile, just happy to hear talking to him

🐮 “i'm fine. seriously, i am. i just wanted to hear you talk to me again.”

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Double trouble.

Note: I DIDNT COME UP WITH THIS- IT WAS REQUESTED PLEASE DONT GET MAD AT ME.. 😭 lol literally thought of team rocket after naming this part “Double trouble.”

PART TWO COMING SOON DONT HATE ME—

characters: Lottie Matthews x Travis Martinez x fem!reader.

summary: threesome with lottie and Travis while everyone fell asleep in the cabin :3

warning: swearing? , smut MDI.. MINORS GET OUT—

“just like that baby, your nearly there.” Lottie huffs, gently thrusting two fingers inside your clit. All you could do was nod stupidly, feeling the urge to cum then and there. “fuuckk I’m going- I’m gonna cum..” she whines, throwing her head back against the headboard of the bed. Before everything around her started to blur.. everything feeling fizzy.. fake even.

..and just like that, Y/N woke up.

It’s not like her to have a dream.. especially like that.

it was all just a dream, she looked under the blankets, realising there was a wet spot from under her panties. She quickly covers it and changes, getting ready for the chores to survive the wilderness, like always.

Lottie has been during the same wilderness retreat, meanwhile talking to Travis more often. Natalie has been ignoring the two of them, helping out with other stuff before her and Travis going off to try find more food, it’s been unsuccessful.

Y/N walks outside in the snow, the snow storm was lifted for the meantime. She walks to the lake, grabbing any loose sticks from the fire to try last them a night or two.

Maybe an hour passes and she manages to get going back to the cabin carrying wood in her arms enough to last around three days. Until she hears it.. it heard like someone, a loud moan coming from the direction of the plane.. Y/N climbs up the steep parts of the snow, her eyes meeting the parts of the plane. The noises get louder.

Y/N peeps her head through the plane door before quickly looking away, her cheeks flush red..

Travis was being seen fucking the shit out of Lottie fucking Matthews.

Lottie had half her clothes back on, or at least the top of it. Her hands were held behind her back while Travis was thrusting fast into her.

The noises were ungodly.. like nothing she’s never heard before, it was only making her wet herself. Y/N quickly grabbed her backpack, putting the sticks in them before going to run back to the cabin.. until suddenly, someone grabs her by the back of the shirt, pulling her into the plane.

Y/N falls back before being greeted by a pissed off Travis and Lottie, both annoyed but still curious on why Y/N was there.

until, travis spoke. “Explain yourself.. fucking pervert.” He scowls at you, his pants were now zipped up but you could tell that he was rock hard.

Lottie finally spoke. “Travis, give her room to speak. I’m sure she has a good explanation of watching us..” the tall brown haired girl spoke soft. Travis managed to calm down, he nods.

Lottie looks at her with soft eyes, she wasn’t fully dressed. Your eyes meeting her dripping cunt before quickly snapping your gaze away from it.. cheeks still flushed. They both probably knew you were just as wet.

“I just- I was.. I didn’t know- .. I’m sorry.” Y/N mumbles, turning her head away from the two as she sits up.

“Look- I will go back to the cabin. And I’ll pretend this never happened.. okay?-“

Lottie leans forward. Her eyes furrowed at you, travis wouldn’t stop glaring at you, all he saw was a perv watching them fuck.

Travis and Lottie look at each other, before nodding.

“There could be.. another way.” Travis speaks, the tone of his voice was hard. (Like his dic lol- )

Y/N looks up at them confused for a moment, before realising the hint. Her eyes widening.

“Y-you don’t mean..?-“

“Oh, but we do mean.. the wilderness needs to be pleased, and like people say.. the more the merrier.” Lottie interrupts Y/N talking.

it was true some people said that.. but not in that way- Y/N looks up at them nervous, before swallowing up her dignity and agreeing for what they have planned.

“fine.. for the wilderness.” she mumbles, standing up and then walking with them back into the spot Y/N caught Lottie and Travis fucking.

this was going to be one hell of a fucking ride..

[heavyhitterheaux]

Teenage Woes

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You and Jack need to get on the same page when it comes to disciplining your three oldest children

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 🥰

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The car ride was absolutely silent as you pulled out of the parking lot of the triplets high school and started to make your way back home. You were fuming on the inside and decided that you would let them have it once all four of you got home.

Jack was due to be home later that evening since he had to fly to Boston for an event over the weekend and told you that he would be back today. You were kind of hoping that he landed early so that he could hold you back from ripping your three oldest children a new one. They knew that you were pissed off and didn’t dare utter a single word.

You were five minutes away from the house when you finally broke your silence.

“I just find it funny how not one, not two, but all three of my triplets that I carried for thirty three weeks and gave birth to decided to all get suspended for five days on the exact same day.”

“But…”

“Axel, did I ask you to speak? I don’t think I did.”

“Mom, we….”

“If I didn’t ask Axel to speak, what makes you think I asked you Ivy?” You asked her while looking at her in your rearview mirror and she immediately looked down.

Once you pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, you turned to all three of them and told them to get out.

“Get out of my car and go sit in the living room because I am about to tell all three of you about yourselves.”

All three of them did as they were told and you walked into the house to see your husband already sitting in the living room. He looked at your face and then the three of them before looking down at his watch and seeing that it was only noon.

“Umm, what did they do?” Jack sighed before resting his head on his arm as he leaned on the couch.

“Oh, just wait until you hear this. Ivy decided that she would talk back to her teacher and cuss her out and explain to her what she was not going to do in class today, Axel was caught smoking weed in the bathroom with Anthony, and Autumn decided that she was going to fight another girl knowing that she is already failing all of her classes and already on thin ice with us as it is. Oh, I forgot the most important part, all of them got suspended for five days.”

“What the…. What is wrong with the three of you? I mean seriously?” Jack asked while having a look of disbelief on his face.

“Daddy….” Autumn started to say, but you immediately cut her off.

“No, do not ask daddy to come and save you like you always do because this takes the damn cake. I have had it up to here with the three of you and how you have been acting and I’m not going to deal with it any longer. We are literally doing the best that we know how in order to raise you to make good decisions and look how that is turning out. So, Ivy no going out with Damion, Ax, no soccer games and you can absolutely forget about going to Anthony’s birthday party., and Autumn. I don't even know because you were already grounded so let’s just add another month on top of that. No cell phones, no driving, no laptops, no tv, no ipads, and no allowance. Autumn already has a part time job and the two of you will get one too. I honestly think all three of you wake up in the morning and you’re like okay what can we do to stress out our parents today? And none of you better open your mouth to speak because you will meet Jesus earlier than expected and you know I’m very good at keeping my word. Forget about knocking all three of you into next week, I’m knocking you into the next century if you even fix your mouth to open.”

When you were reprimanding the triplets, you didn’t notice how Urban, Jess, and Blanca had walked in and slid in behind you and sat next to Jack and all they did was look over at him wanting an explanation, but all Jack did was shake his head. 

“Babe, just relax for a second.” You heard Jack say from behind you and you turned around to look at him in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Did you not just hear what they did? How can I relax when I am convinced that the three of them want to give me gray hair.”

“Well daddy already has it.” You heard Ivy mutter and quickly shot her a look.

“He’s had it since we were twenty so it doesn’t count. And anyway don’t all three of you have homework to do? Give me every single electronic device and your car keys. It worked out that neither of you drove to school today and who knows? You might not even get these keys back until you’re twenty. Better yet, I have no hesitation to sell your cars and make you work and save up money to buy your own.”

“MOM! Seriously? Dad, help!” Axel exclaimed while looking over at him.

You shot Jack a look and he quickly held up his hands in defense.

“You literally always let her do this! She never lets us do anything and it seems as if we have to ask you if we want something because nine times out of ten she’s going to say no. Daddy’s my favorite parent for a reason.” Autumn said to him and you were about to get on her, but he quickly did. It definitely hurt what she said and you were staring at her in disbelief.

“I do it because I care about you!” You exclaimed in response, but she just rolled her eyes.

“Could’ve fooled me. People in prison get treated better than we do.”

“Oh no the fu-....” Jack quickly got up and put his hand over your mouth before trying to take hold of the situation. 

“Because all three of you don’t know how to act sometimes and it’s beyond me as to why. When you leave this house, you’re not only representing yourselves, but us and we for damn sure raised you better than this. You don’t even realize the sacrifices that your mother had to make for all three of you so the fact that you continue to be disrespectful towards the both of us needs to be dealt with. You can do whatever the hell you want when you’re out of my house, but until then as long as you’re under my roof, you will abide by my rules. Ivy, we have always told you to respect authority so you cussing out your teacher was one that I did not see coming and you will write a letter to her and apologize for what you did. Axel, out of all places you decided to smoke in the bathroom where there are vents and the smell can carry and not to mention that you literally smell like a walking blunt and I smelled it before I even saw you. Autumn, do it again and you are not going to like what is in store for you. Try me if you want. What you said was uncalled for and you need to start with an apology to your mother.”

“I’m not apologizing if I don’t mean it. You two taught me that.”

You immediately got flashbacks when you and Urban had gotten into a disagreement which had the two of you at odds and it was months before either of you spoke to each other. Because he had said the same exact thing to you.

“Autumn Danielle…” Jack said, but you immediately cut him off.

“No, babe. It’s okay. She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t mean it, but she should just know that there are children in this world who would do anything to have someone care about them as much as I care about the three of them. But since you’re their favorite parent, you can deal with them. I’m taking my youngest children shopping once I pick them up from school since they’re the only ones that I have that appreciate everything that I do for them.”

“No it’s not okay! You didn’t carry them and give birth to them to be disrespected!” Jessica said and you turned around to look at her since you didn’t even know when she got here.

“She didn’t even push us out, we were cut out.” Jack did a double take to look at Autumn who had her arms crossed and all Ivy did was cover her mouth with her hand as Axel’s eyes went wide.

“Disrespect your mother one more time in front of all of us and I swear that I’m going to need bail money.” Blanca added while Jack was running his hands through his hair clearly frustrated with how they were all acting. 

All she did was remain quiet because she knew that both of her Aunts would have no hesitation to set her straight.

“I’m absolutely done.” You said without another word as you took the steps two at a time. Jess and Blanca were going to follow behind you, but wanted for you to have a few minutes for yourself.

“Jack, get your kids before we do because it won’t be pretty if you don’t.” Urban said while looking at all three of them and shaking his head. 

“I was going to try to get your mother to cut down on you being grounded, but not anymore. Autumn, the fact that you opened your mouth to even say that is beyond me. Do you not even know how dangerous a c-section is? Shit, even being pregnant is dangerous and you said that out your mouth like it didn’t mean anything. I’m so disappointed in all three of you and that is something that I never thought that I would say. She does all of this because she cares and loves all three of you and always tries to do things that are in your best interest. When I’m not here, who keeps the house in order and makes sure nothing falls through the cracks? She literally does everything you need her to and the three of you are so damn ungrateful. As of right now, none of you are going on our family vacation. If you want to change my mind, you need to earn it. For right now all three of you need to bring me every device you have including your car keys and get out of my sight.”

A few days later, you saw Axel with his phone in his hand and you were staring at him in disbelief not understanding where he had gotten it from since you had made it clear that all of them were grounded for a month.

You didn’t say anything, but simply went downstairs to the studio where Jack was. He heard your footsteps and knew that it was you and quickly turned around in his chair to greet you, but that went out the window when he saw the look on your face.

“Baby?”

“Why does Axel have his phone?”

“Oh, I gave it back to him. I gave Ivy hers too. And I told Ax he can play on Saturday.”

“Why?” You asked again, waiting to hear an explanation.

“I just…. Autumn is the one we need to be hard on, not the other two.”

“But all three of them got suspended so I’m not understanding.”

“Babe, they don’t need to be grounded for a month for that.”

“Why is everyone in this house so against me?” You asked while crossing your arms and looking at him.

“Baby, that is not true and you know it.”

“We have to be on the same page. If one of us decides on a punishment, but yet the other one goes and tells them that it’s fine and can have all of their things back, how does that make me look?”

“I-... I was going to ask you about it.”

“When? It looks like you clearly already made a decision.” You said while throwing your hands up in disbelief. 

“Baby, please. I don’t want to fight or argue with you. I’ll fix it, okay?”

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter. Since no one wants to take me seriously this is what you’re going to do. Go and get every single electronic back from them and put it in our room and you can use your fucking hand for a month. Everyone in this household has me fucked all the way up except my youngest babies so yall can fend for yall selves. Don’t ask me to cook, take them anywhere, help with anything because clearly what I say doesn’t matter.”

“Now wait a minute, babe!”

“No. I’m done. I’m going on a girls trip with Jess, B, Taylor, Saweetie, Sza, Megan, and Normani. I am leaving tomorrow morning. Do not call me, do not text me. You’re the favorite so you should have it down pact. Figure out what to feed your spawns for dinner because I’m going to pack.”

“BABY!”

Without another word, you slammed the door to the studio and went up the steps to your shared bedroom and began to throw things in your suitcase while putting all of the details in the group chat. 

About ten minutes later, Jack opened the door with Axel and Ivy’s phone and car keys in his hands. You didn’t even acknowledge him as you continued what you were doing.

“Baby, I’m sorry, okay. I know we have to be a united front when it comes to them.”

“It’s fine, Jackman.”

“No it’s not because you used my full name. You’re pissed at me.”

“All I try to do is be a good mother, but clearly I’m not doing a good job so….” You said while throwing one of your bras in the suitcase and starting to cry.

Jack quickly embraced you as you cried into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly as you continued to let the tears flow.

“You’re an amazing mother and it’s just typical teenage behavior. They’ll see how much you did for them when they’re older, I know that they will.”

“I sacrificed so much for them and this is what I get in return? Disrespect?”

What you didn’t know was that Autumn was in the hallway and heard you since the bedroom door was slightly open.

“I always put everyone else first and I have done it since I was a teenager. First with you then with PG and now with them but I get it because they’re my kids but when is it going to be my turn?”

“Everything is going to work itself out because it always does but you need a break and cannot keep doing this to yourself. You deserve to be put first just like anyone else in this house and I’m sorry that you feel that way because I’m obviously not doing my job as your husband. I told you that years ago. If you ever feel that there is something that I can do better, I want you to tell me.”

Your back was facing the door and since Jack was still hugging you, you didn’t see Autumn slightly open the door and attempt to make her way inside. Jack quickly shook his head no at her as you continued to cry and she slowly closed the door and made her way back down the hallway to her room. 

She could admit that she said what she said out of anger and she knew deep down that you did only want what's best for her. She had no idea how to begin to apologize to you since she also cringed when she thought about when she said that her and her siblings were cut out and not pushed out.

She had been in the delivery room for the last pregnancy and stared on in amazement at how strong her mother was. She had to come up with a plan in order to apologize to you and would get her siblings to help her do it. 

When Autumn had woken up the next morning, she quickly went downstairs to hopefully see you in the kitchen to talk to you but looked confused when she only saw her dad and him feeding her youngest siblings.

“Dad, where’s mom?” She curiously asked while looking around.

“In Aruba.”

“What? Since when? For how long? I need to talk to her.” She was lowkey starting to freak out because she didn’t want this going on any longer than it had to. 

“I think you’ve done enough lately. You can talk to her when she comes back. In two weeks.”

“But that’s too long! Why can’t I just call her? Doesn’t she have her phone?”

“She does, but you don’t and I’m not giving it to you and you aren’t using mine. You don’t even know how bad you hurt her with what you said.”

“I know, that’s why I want to talk to her and apologize. I… she does so much for me. Both of you do and I’m sorry for the way that I’ve been acting.”

“Do you know that she had a miscarriage before she had the three of you? We were scared the entire time she was pregnant hoping that it wouldn’t happen again. I still remember the day before her c section when we left the doctor’s office to make sure everything was okay and all she started to do was cry. She was crying because she was happy that she carried the three of you all the way up to when you were due to be taken out. She essentially put her career on hold, the both of us did in a way to be able to take care of the three of you.”

“I… she never told me that. Can you help me plan something nice for her when she comes back?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Daddy, come on. We all know the way to mommy’s heart is a Birkin bag.” 

“The way you’ve been acting we’re going to need at least ten of them and you'll have to do a lot more than that to get back in her good graces.”

“I… good point.”

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Aruba living with my girls 💕

jackharlow: I mean I thought it was a nice touch, but um... can you come back already?! I miss you. DAMN MY WIFE IS GORGEOUS. 😍 autumnharlow: but he doesn't miss you more than I do and eww dad jessicakelce: autumnharlow could've fooled us smh urbanwyatt: tell Yasmin to answer her phone! softtcurse: urbanwyatt no. girls only. see you in two weeks blancahood: yasss! multiple babies where?!?! face card never declining! jackharlow: autumnharlow what the? how are you on here when I took your phone? and how do you think you got here?! autumnharlow: grammy let me use hers jackharlow: autumnharlow log out now or I'm adding another week autumnharlow: jackharlow fine. axelwyatt: mom, dad is feeding us peanut butter chicken again jackharlow: axelwyatt not you too. LOG OUT. y/ninsta: axelwyatt hmm not so fun without me huh? ivyharlow: mommy please come back because I cannot take another second of your husband's cooking jackharlow: HOW ARE ALL THREE OF YOU ON HERE? CLAYYYY! claybornharlow: little baby is hereeee! y/ninsta: claybornharlow my only baby that doesn't give me a headache smh jackharlow: Y/N! SERIOUSLY? jackharlow: claybornharlow you're behind this aren't you? claybornharlow: the triplets volunteered to wash my car so...... jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm grounding your ass for a month too smh claybornharlow: jackharlow I heard that you got grounded for a month also 👀 urbanwyatt: wait! they need to wash my car next! jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm on suspension there's a difference jessicakelce: he can look but can't touch lmao jackharlow: JESS! NOT HELPING! umm babe, I'm catching the next flight out maggieharlow: jackharlow no. you are not leaving me with all of your kids. wait until she comes back. druski2funny: damn mama harlow said hell nah lmao 2forwoyne: PG, I'm getting flashbacks neelamthadhani: NO quiiso: some things never change, last time it was only a week, now she's gone for two? jackharlow I know you're getting on yall kids nerves with how much you miss your wife jackharlow: and? they're the reason why she took the girls trip in the first place so they have to deal with it. y/ninsta baby.... can you come back a day early? y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm turning off my phone smh I love you and my children but HELL NO

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Battle Of The Knights pt. 1: May The Best Knight Win

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: I mean none really there's a gun at some point but no one gets hurt

Genre: kinda fluff

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

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You met Marc first. He was charming and quick on his feet. It made you fast friends. Though he was guarded and you knew there were things he would probably never tell you. It didn't stop you from embracing a friendship with him. One filled with movie nights and playful insults. It was Steven you met next. You'd seen him getting off a bus and excitedly ran over to who you thought was your friend only to have a confused Brit staring back at you. You probably should've realized it wasn't Marc when he didn't respond to you calling him but it didn't occur to you until after you grabbed his arm.

"Dude, did you not hear me calling you?" You had said once you caught up to him but he backed away from you as if you'd grown another head.

"I- I'm sorry, have we met?" He asked.

"Marc come on, this has got to be your lamest joke yet." You'd rolled your eyes. "The accent too?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Drop it Spector, you're no good at this."

"I believe you've got me confused with someone else, I'm Steven. Steven Grant." He'd shook his head adamantly and for a moment you really thought it was someone else.

"Wow you're- really sticking to this."

"Yes because it's true? And if you'll excuse me, I'm late for work so, bye." Steven scurried away and you hadn't known what to make of that interaction. 

The next time you saw Marc you weren't sure if he'd recognize you or not which had him demanding an explanation when you walked passed him without a word. Of course, when you told him you saw him days ago and he literally didn't recognize you, he reluctantly explained to you that he has an identity disorder. Trauma he wouldn't get into, causing a fracturing of his mind that resulted in three, not two, separate consciousnesses sharing one body. You didn't know much about Dissociative Identity Disorder but you cared about Marc and so you did your research, and asked questions when you had them, trying to be a good friend to him and eventually Steven as well. 

Between the two of them, you learned pretty quickly they didn't like talking about the third consciousness, alters you learned they were called, and as a result, you knew next to nothing about him. You didn't know his name or what he was like, he was a mystery, but you knew he was there. It was a door you let stay closed, in fact, you don't even think he wanted to meet you that day you finally encountered the third member of your friend's fractured mind.

It had been Steven's birthday and you wanted to surprise him with a cake. So, using the key they gave you, you'd gone to their apartment while you knew they'd be out to set up the cake. Unfortunately for you, it wasn't Steven who came strolling into their flat that afternoon and you didn't realize it until too late. The whistling should've clued you in honestly, Steven doesn't whistle, but you were excited and so when the door creaked open you didn't hesitate before speaking.

"Happy birthda- oh my god you have a gun!" Your hands shot up when the man pulled out a firearm quicker than you could finish saying birthday.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" You're so frazzled by the weapon pointed at you that you don't immediately notice the accent in his words but then it dawns on you.

"Oh. That makes three." You say quietly.

"I asked you a question."

"My name is y/n. I'm a friend of Steven's and Marc's. It's Steven's birthday so I brought him a cake." You tell him.

"You're a friend of Steven's?"

"And Marc's. Can you please put the gun down?"

"They told you about us?"

"Technically only because they had to. I was Marc's friend first but then I saw Steven one day and when he didn't recognize me Marc had to explain why. He told me there were three of you but they don't really answer any questions about you." You explain quickly. There's a moment of silence and you almost miss the switch between one alter and another. The gun is tossed to the ground with faint disgust and you're certain Steven has taken over.

"Y/n, Gods, I'm sorry about Jake. He's protective. It's, kind of his job." Steven says.

"Happy birthday." You breathe out quietly, relieved you're no longer at the business end of a revolver.

"He didn't hurt you did he?" He walks over to you carefully.

"No. No, I'm not hurt, a little spooked but I'm fine. I just- I wanted to surprise you for your birthday."

"Yeah sorry about that. Surprises are tricky."

"Oh trust me I will not be doing that again any time soon." You say with a chuckle.

"You baked me a cake."

"I did, I didn't get around to lighting the candles before Jake came in but it's vegan. I know it can be hard to find good vegan stuff."

"Thank you! Seriously, I- I really appreciate it."

"Of course Steven." You say. "I can't believe you guys have a gun." You shake your head as you cut Steven a slice of his cake.

"I didn't even know we had one and I'm- really sorry about Jake, he's- not the friendliest guy."

"Don't be sorry and he doesn't have to be friendly. I'm very aware that you're all different personalities. Sure you've all got the same face but I think that's where about 80% of your similarities begin and end, I mean I'm sure there are others but, the point is, you deciding to be my friend after we met does not mean I'd expect the same from Jake. He doesn't have to be my friend, he doesn't even have to talk to me if he doesn't want to. The only thing is if I do run into him again I'd appreciate him not pointing a weapon at me." You shrug.

"You are- so wonderfully understanding." He breathes.

"I mean from what I've read I imagine DID can be pretty disruptive I don't want to make it any more complicated for you. I'm not doing much just, being supportive, trying to help however I can. Like an external carer for your system." You say with a smile. There's a very sudden, very quick, change in Steven's demeanor, shoulders squared as his eyes narrow into a glare.

"They don't need you. I take care of this system." He grits out and you know immediately the new stranger has returned.

"Jake, I'm assuming. Hi again. I didn't say they needed me. I'm sure they're very capable, I'm sure you are very capable, but I'm their friend, so I'm here as support. That's what friends are for. Even for you if you ever decide you want it. Just, try not to point any more weapons at me."

"There is not a thing that you could do for me."

"Never say never, Jake. Look can you bring Steven back so he can actually eat the cake I made for him? I'd offer you a slice but it's vegan and something tells me the guy who carries a handgun to run errands doesn't give a rat's ass about that sort of thing."

"You don't know me. Don't pretend that you do."

"It was an educated guess. I don't have to know you to make a guess based on what I've already observed. Steven's vegan but Marc isn't. I can't see a reason you would be but don't get me mixed up I'm not pretending to know you. I know exactly 2 things about you, your name is Jake, and you carry a gun, I'd guess regularly. Oh, and I think you speak Spanish, based on the way you speak English but that's another guess."

"What are you doing?"

"At this point just pissing you off I'm sure. I know you have no interest in being friends with me Jake and that's fine, I just want Steven back so we can keep doing this back and forth where you get progressively more annoyed with me or you can let him front again." You say with a calm look on your face. You can see the muscles in Jake's jaw work as he glares at you as if he'll be able to set you on fire if he only thinks about it hard enough, then, there's a switch. Wide eyes look at you with confusion.

"What did you do?" Steven asks.

"Nothing." You shake your head blinking innocently at him.

"He's muttering angrily in Spanish."

"All I did was say I don't think he's vegan." You shrug and Steven laughs so hard he has to sit down.

"All you did was say you didn't think he wasn't vegan? He's not!" Steven chuckles.

"Well- I also may have implied that he's not as complex as he thinks he is and while I didn't mean it as a negative I can see how someone like him might take it the wrong way."

"Someone like him?"

"Jake seems like the type who makes a point to maintain a level of emotional distance between himself and anyone he comes in contact with. Perhaps it's his way of ensuring he's an effective protector, I don't know I'd have to talk to him more to find out but I think he values that ability to keep people at arm's length and I think he doesn't like that I can read him in any capacity even though it's mostly surface level information I've gathered. The implication that I can figure anything out without him telling me the thing- I don't think he took that well."

"Then- he's going to hate when Marc tells you pretty much everything about him."

"He doesn't have to. Marc I mean. I don't need him to tell me about Jake." You shake your head.

"I know, so does he. He still will. Because you've met him. And he likes having someone other than us to talk to about our situation. I- like it too."

"Oh- well in that case either of you can talk to me about anything. Always." You said to them and you meant it. You still do. You care about them so much, and it took a while but Jake did eventually open up to you. He still tries to maintain his mystery but his tricks don't really work on you the way he thinks they do.

You like to think that at this point you know them all pretty well, which is why this conversation feels very out of character from basically the start.

"Y/n, we have a confession to make." Steven says, avoiding looking at you.

"I hate when you guys do that because it's never something serious. You don't keep serious secrets from me." You say walking into your kitchen to grab water.

"Never say never princessa." Jake's wry smile when you look at him makes your brow furrow.

"Wait did Steven bow out of this so called confession?" You ask.

"Sí, although I think Marc should be the one to tell you this in the first place."

"Well have Marc come out here then, someone start talking before I start getting anxious." You say. Jake nods and blinks.

"We- you are really important to us. Basically the most important person to us besides, you know each other." Marc says.

"I know. That's not exactly a confession though, I've known that for ages." You frown.

"I know, I know, it's just- we've developed romantic feelings for you and we're unsure how to proceed at this point."

"We? As in all of you? Independently of each other, you all have romantic feelings for me?" You ask.

"Yes." He nods.

"And I take it you're telling me because you've known me the longest."

"Also yes." He nods again.

"Okay." You cross your arms.

"Jake suggested we each take you on a date, you know without the others involved- that way you can make an informed decision on being with one of us. The others, of course, will respect whatever choice you make after."

"Each of you- wait a second, what?" You blink at him.

"Well usually when you're with us, we're all so used to you that it's easy for us to just switch in and out as wanted I mean even just now you spoke to all three of us in like ten minutes but we figure if you should experience each of us without the others looming." Marc explains.

"I'm sorry are you trying to Bachelorette me?"

"It seemed like the most efficient way to solve the problem." He nods.

"What problem?"

"We all have feelings for you. It's not like we can decide for you who to be with so we thought this would help you decide. You can set any rules or limits that you feel would make this easier for you of course. The only one we have is that the others are not allowed to butt in under any circumstances." Marc explains.

"So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

"Yes exactly." He nods.

"Good god." You breathe out.

"So- are you on board?"

"You're all insane, you know that?"

"Are you with it or not?" Marc asks.

"I think this is ridiculous, but I know how you get. So if this is what you've decided you need, fine." You say. "Steven goes first. Then Jake. Then you. I'll give each of you one week, during which you can pick any day for your date. I won't be sleeping with any of you. I also won't discuss my date with one with the others. And don't discuss them with each other. I know you guys are competitive and the only way I'm going to allow this madness is if it stays friendly. The moment you start fighting it ends because you're family and I'm not dealing with that." You say.

"What are our weeks?" Marc asks.

"I'll text you."

"What?"

"Two days before, I'll text you to let you know your week is going to start. To clarify, on a Friday I'll text you and you'll have that Sunday to the following Sunday." You say.

"That's- short notice."

"Well if I assign you your weeks now, Steven gets less time than Jake who gets less time than you- it's fairer to do it this way." You shrug.

"Okay. Your rules." He nods. There's a moment of silence before Marc speaks again, from the look on his face you'd guess there's discussion in his head. "We're gonna quit while we're ahead. We'll be waiting for your text messages. Goodnight." Marc says sharply and exits your apartment. You chuckle just a little at his abrupt exit but he's definitely right to leave. Back at their own apartment, the trio is in discussion as soon as the door shuts.

"I can't believe she's on board." Marc says.

I can't believe we even presented that to her. Marc sees Steven frowning from the reflection in the fish tank.

"You had no problem with the idea when Jake originally suggested it."

Well the other suggestions were way worse, lesser of evils and all that. Did you see the look on her face? I think we may have actually convinced her that we are completely off our collective rocker.

Honestly, hermano what would you have suggested in place of this? Jake's voice rings in Marc's head, tired and mildly annoyed as is his standard disposition.

I have no idea I'm just saying she thinks we're insane. Also, what is our course of action for when she doesn't pick any of us?

"When? That's pessimistic." Marc frowns.

Did you hear what she said? 'You're family I won't deal with fighting' Do you honestly think there's anything we could say that would convince her that choosing one of us over the other two wouldn't result in chaos among us? She's always made a point to not make any of us feel more favored than the other. She's not going to change that.

"We told her we'd respect her decision-"

Sure we did but anyone can say they'd react favorably to a situation they haven't been in. We don't know for sure that we will be okay if things change. I know that I would put her happiness above mine but you and Jake? I mean Jake would kill for her and even if she doesn't know that it goes that far, she's likely not going to take the chance.

"You don't know that. It's in her hands now. Stop trying to figure out what she's gonna do and worry about your part in this. Or don't. Your choice." Marc walks away from the fish tank, effectively ending the conversation between him and his alters. Maybe this is a crazy plan, but nobody said romance made sense.

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JHS- TWISTED FEELINGS (14)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: mentions of stalking

A/N: I started university im writing this on the train home after I woke up at 4 am (currently 7:30pm) I have had 2 hours sleep and I’m drained I literally forced this out of my brain sorry if it sucks. I appreciate you.

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It took three hours for them to pry the doors open and help lift you out. You weren’t completely at the 5th floor, you’d dropped between the 5th and the 4th so the gap to escape was small, you had caught your hip on the door leaving a nasty cut and you were sure that you had a few bruises but thankfully nothing too serious.

The on-hand medical team rushed to Hoseok and Yoongi first, both of whom escaped unharmed with a scratch or two to their hands. You were about to ask them to check you over when Yoongi was already whispering to Sejin, you had no doubt it was about the stalker when his eyes fell on you, a mix of both surprised and confused.

He called you over and you did your best to walk normally, your hip felt as though it was on fire but you ignored it. Of course, there were bigger issues than your measly injuries, regardless of how much they hurt.

“I think we should go to my office.” Sejin cleared his throat, eyeing both you and Yoongi before tutting and turning around his frame becoming further away as he walks away. Yoongi was closely behind him and you were dragging your feet as you followed the pair.

Even under the circumstances you rather liked Sejin's office, the little Knick knacks, plants, random signed albums and photographed achievements scattered around the room made it feel homely. The office was similar to the members’ personal studious just without the music equipment, there was a desk, a couch, and a table. Every room in the building seemed to be made for comfort, as though the staff were always there and needed a place to relax.

“So, Yoongi-ah has said there is a stalker. Please explain.” He sighs, rubbing his temples.

You wince a little as you shift your weight onto your other leg, a failed attempt at reducing the pain you felt over your side. You recounted the story, of how the stalking started, how it continued all up to this current point.

Sejin looked at you, as though analysing to determine the weight of your explanation before he huffed and pulled his glasses off, dropping them on the desk with a thud. “What am I supposed to do here YN? The second I bring this to the senior board they are going to want you out.”

“I know.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to be the reason anyone gets put in danger. I understand that this is bigger than me and I’m okay wi-“

“Absolutely not.” Hoseok burst into the room, opening the door with a thud. “She’s just as much a victim here.”

“Yes but she’s currently the target, I can’t guarantee your safety if there’s a stalker walking around,” Sejin argued.

You understood where he was coming from, you truly did, but you were equally as thankful for Hoseok defending you. You hadn’t missed the way yoongis frown deepened when Sejin had mentioned letting you go.

It was comforting if nothing else.

“I can give you a good recommendation for another employer if that helps but I don’t see a way I can guarantee everyone’s safety.”

“Her contract protects her too.” Yoongi mumbled.

“What?” Hoseok asked, leaning over to hear better.

“She signed a contract, I’ve seen the employee contracts. She has just as much right to protection as any artists do, she didn’t exactly ask to be stalked.”

“Yoongi-ssi I understand what you’re saying but we also have clauses that allow us to terminate employment should it become an issue between artists and staff.”

“And it’s not an issue,” Hoseok spoke before you could even open your mouth.

Sejin sighed, leaning back in his seat. “What are you saying?”

“I'm saying that it’s not an issue. All the members will agree.” Hoseok was firm but you very much doubted that they would all agree on risking their privacy for you.

“If we were to all agree, could she keep her job?” Yoongi asked, shooting Hoseok a look you could t decipher.

Sejina frowned smoothed out. “I guess, if you all refuse another staff member I wouldn’t have much choice and neither would the board but I’d have to call a meeting and hear your opinions individually.”

“I don’t want to cause all this trouble.” You look between the three men in the room. “I understand and I’m not mad. I’ll accept the consequences and I want to make an apology to the rest of the members for hiding something that could have severely affected their lives.” You made to stand, too embarrassed to deal with the situation when a knock on the door stops you.

“Come in.” Sejin calls out. You recognise namjoons hair before you see his face. “Namjoon-ssi?”

“Hobi texted me. I thought as the leader I should be here.” He pressed his lips together, clearly unsure what to do.

“Take a seat Namjoon-ssi.” Sejin nods towards the set of empty chairs against the wall, Hoseok sits beside him. “Hoseok would like for you all to agree against us terminating our contract with YN.”

“Hoseok texted me the details, I just don’t agree with the idea of firing someone who has been an innocent party subjected to the very thing you hope to protect us from.” Finally, all the raving on Naver you’d seen about Namjoon being the best leader made sense, he carried himself well.

“So you and the other members are willing to accept the risks that come with keeping YN employed?” Sejin challenged.

“We aren’t accepting risks, we are accepting YN as a member of our staff and we are accepting that the company will deal with the risks without firing anyone.” Namjoon reaffirms.

You kept quiet, staring at a spot on the desk, unsure what to say or do. “Okay, I’ll talk to the board and call a meeting. Namjoon-ssi if you could call the others it would be a great help.”

Sejin leaves the room, hand in clutch, leaving you alone with the three members. You cleared your throat. “Thank you all for defending me but really I don’t want to put you all in danger.”

“You’re not putting us in danger if anything the company should have been protecting you better from the day you started working here.” Hoseok protests.

“I can’t thank you all enough.” You mustered as bright a smile as possible. “I will really be okay if the others don’t agree with it, this is more than enough.”

“Do you want to lose your job?” Yoongi asked, resting his chin on his hand.

“No, of course not Yoongi-ssi.” You shook your head, that was the last thing you wanted.

“Then accept the help, it’s fine. We enjoy working with you, especially Hoba and Jungkook.” Yoongi sighed.

You couldn’t help but look towards Hoseok, the man just giving you a small smile. “Okay, I’m grateful.” You smiled back.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone sooner?” Namjoon asked, pocketing his phone. You guessed he had just finished texting the others seeing as Sejin had asked him to contact them.

“I was scared. I didn’t want to burden anyone with it and I was scared someone would hurt my parents.” The words tasted bitter on your tongue, in all honesty, those worries were only amplified now the secret was out. Not to mention the pain in your hip making everything worse but of course, you couldn’t say anything about that no. Especially since everyone is already going above board to help you. “I’m sorry for hiding something that could have affected you.”

“What made you tell someone today?” Yoongi asked his time.

“I didn’t want to die in that elevator and my friend be hurt and my parents alone, unable to defend themselves, though I doubt whoever it is would continue to pursue my family if I was to die. They seem to want me away from you.”

“It wouldn’t be the craziest thing to happen.” Hoseok shrugged, the lack of surprise on their faces made you wonder just how badly they have been treated by supposed fans.

“Do you think they know where you live?” Hoseok mumbles.

“Yeah, they knew my parents’ address and that would have been harder to find than mine.” You had accepted it the second NaRae had told you about the photos. “It’s okay though.”

“Does your apartment have security?” Namjoon wonders.

You rub the back of your neck, chuckling. “Uh…no?”

“You’ll have to move then.” He sighs. “The company can help with that.”

“Oh no seriously, it's fine.” You reassured themed unable to exactly say you needed to live there due to the discounted rent.

“The company has helped house staff before. They have contracts with apartment buildings that ensure privacy and security. If one of us ever comes to your apartment no one will know. If it makes you feel better think that it’s more for our safety than yours and because you’re a staff member that we will be with continuously, especially since Nicole may be leaving.

You already knew whatever contracts they had were for apartments way out of your affordability range. “That’s a really kind offer but I can’t accept that.”

“Why?” Hoseok frowns. “That’s the only way it’s safe for all of us. Someone could break into your apartment and attack you. What if I dropped you to your apartment and someone followed me? They would know my address.”

You pursed your lips, sighing when you couldn’t think of a response. “I didn’t think about that. I just don’t think it will be possible to…” you trail off, not wanting to explain why.

“Is it about your dad?” Hoseok asks. “I can make sure it’s somewhere close, closer even, and a car can pick you up. It’s no different than the taxis you take every day.”

Although you felt happier at the idea of being closer to your parents, especially since your dad's heart attack, you wouldn’t be able to afford it. You’d rented the place through a friend, it wasn’t the most expensive because you’d been given a discount and in all honesty, it was a nice apartment. “It’s not so much that, the place I have now it’s good, it’s secure. I already have a lease.”

You could break your lease, it was non-conditional but they didn’t know that.

“I’ll pay for it to be broken.” Hoseok offered, earning a glaring look from Yoongi. “It’s not safe there, if money is the issue then I’ll help, the company will cover some.”

“Hoseok-ah maybe you’re overstepping.” Yoongi softened his tone.

“I can’t and won’t accept that.” You had never accepted financial help and you definitely weren’t about to. “I can make it work financially.” You lied.

“The company can help you break your lease, so don’t worry about that,” Namjoon reassured you, taking some weight off of your shoulders.

You’d make it work, even if it meant cutting back and getting a second job. Maybe you could tutor kids? You had a few things you could sell and you had a small portion of savings that you could direct to paying whatever rent you needed to cover. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Hoseok broke out in a smile, one that almost made you forget how dangerous and stressful things were.

The door opened, and Sejin stepped inside. His hair was a little dishevelled as though he had been running his hands through it. “The board has agreed to have a meeting.” He looked towards Namjoon. “Did you manage to contact the other members?”

“Yes, Jungkook and Taehyung are just finishing up some vocal practice, Jimin is on his way and Seokjin Hyung is just finishing a life.” Namjoon recited.

“We can move this to a bigger room, a few board members want to weigh in. The security team too.” Sejin held the door open, an indication for everyone to leave. “It’s room 382.”

“I know where it is. I remember it from the meeting last week I’ll take us there.” Hoseok takes the lead, you fall behind the others trying not to limp as a dull pain throbs through your leg.

You had already ruled out taking an elevator for the rest of your life so you were both thankful and internally groaning when Hoseok led the way to the staircase, your hip not liking the idea of stairs very much.

Sejin and Hoseok were talking amongst themselves as they took their seats at the table, you lingered in the doorway before Hoseok pointed to the seat beside himself.

You felt awkward as people flocked into the room, firstly the members, someone you were sure was Bang PD and one of the heads of the security team. The members walked in one at a time, taehyung a few minutes behind jimin, Jungkook coming after Seokjin. They all settled down after a few hellos.

“Right, this is a little bit of a situation isn’t it?” The man at the head of the table laughed, you managed a small smile.

That was definitely Bang Si-Hyuk. “Once again I went to apologise for causing all this trouble.” You look between the faces at the table, wanting them to understand your sincerity.

“These things happen, it’s not something we cause ourselves. We have dealt with far worse so let’s not ponder on any more unnecessary apologies.” Bang Si-Hyuk spoke.

“We all agree that we want YN-ssi to keep her job despite the possible security risks,” Jungkook added.

Both Taehyung and Jimin nodded along with him in agreement, Seokjin however did not. “Are we sure about this?”

Everyone turned to him, Yoongi and Hoseok both looking thoroughly confused. “What do you mean Hyung?”

“YN-ssi hasn’t worked here long and although I’m sure some of you have formed friendships I’m sure they could be maintained outside of work but this is our entire career, our lives, our family's lives in danger of being exposed. Taehyung-ah, Namjoon-ah, do you really want your siblings to be exposed? There’s already images floating around of my parents and I don’t know if I can risk any more.”

Once again, you couldn’t find yourself angry or upset. You had a family to protect too.

“It won’t come to that.” The man from the security department intervened. Minhyung was his name, you were sure. “We have a few options for secured housing, we will be installing scanners into the public spaces in the building to detect photography. Whoever takes any pictures without consent from the other party will be called in for a meeting and from now on a designated car will take YN to and from work. We cannot do anything outside of this as we are still limited but anything work-related we can protect. Social media monitoring will be increased in anticipation of any backlash or further threats. Any private information that is leaked will be removed instantly. As the situation is only small scale we are able to prevent it from escalating.” He finishes with a smile to both you and Seokjin.

Thankfully, the singer seems pleased with this and agrees. “Okay, then I agree.”

“Great. We will have to Increase your personal security too for a while.”

There’s a series of groans from a few members.

“I know.” Bang Si-hyuk interrupts. “But it’s better to be safe than sorry so no outside dates, if you want to just inform the security team and they can coordinate something, no wandering alone in populated places, and keep any identifiable marks covered.” He lists.

“So you mean my tattoos?” Jungkook pouts. “I hate covering them.”

“I’m-“ you start but he holds up a hand.

“Don’t finish that, please. One time we had to be herded around in the middle of the night by security to another hotel because of someone.” He gives a pointed look at Jimin. “Leaked our hotel.”

“Hey, that’s not fair.” The other rolls his eyes. “It was a camera slip.”

“Tell that to hyungs dribble pillow.” Jungkook snickered.

Seokjin slapped the younger on the arm. “If you ever want me to make you any form of food ever again don’t ever bring that up.”

“Hey YN-ssi,” Taehyung called your attention. “Do you know about Seokjin Hyung's dribble pillow?”

You shook your head, teeth nibbling into your lip to stifle a laugh at the interaction between the group. “No, I haven’t.”

“Basically after Jiminie here leaked our hotel room security woke us at 1 am to move hotels but Seokjin Hyung hadn’t been sleeping and had a cold so he was breathing with his mouth open, he was so tired in the car he laid on Yoongi Hyung and literally soaked his shoulder in spit.” Taehyung laughed, instantly standing up to dodge the pillow Seokjin had thrown at him.

“That was private!” He huffs, slumping back in his chair. “Sorry, you have to witness this YN-so. They have no home training.”

“But…” Jungkook leaned forward. “…hyung you kind of like raised me when I moved from Busan so does that mean YOU have no home training?”

“Are we done here?” Seokjin asks Bang Si-Hyuk. Completely disregarding a laughing Jungkook.

“As long as you all agree to the security rules. YN-ssi I’ll need you to stay behind to discuss apartments with the security team. The rest of you are free to go.” He dismisses, settling in his seat.

“Are you going to be okay?” Hoseok called over to you.

You gave him a smile nodding, you felt better discussing apartments without the members there. Maybe then you could explain financially you had to be careful. “I’ll be okay, please go and do whatever you need to.”

“Find me after okay? I’d like to talk to you?” He asked.

“I will.” You smiled again, this time a little more real. It always made you feel good when people wanted to spend time with you, loneliness was an easy emotion to experience and it made you feel like less of a burden when someone asked you to spend time with them.

“Okay.” He accepted your promise, flocking out of the room behind the other members. All of them budding you with some sort of goodbye.

“So Yn-ssi. We have made a list of apartments all in different areas and price ranges. They are probably more than what you’re paying now but they are closer to your parents’ address. I hope you don’t mind we pulled it from the emergency contact that you listed on your employee details.” The security lead passed you a small packet of papers, each page containing information and images of different apartments.

You looked through it at bang PDs assurance that there was no rush. The rent on every apartment was over your budget but some were better than the others. It wouldn’t be as difficult as you presumed to cover it, you’d have to get another job but it would be manageable. You’d settled on a two-bedroom apartment, it was a huge upgrade from what you already had. The addition of 24-hour security and a front desk with a 24-hour attendant made you feel drastically better. You could always convince your parents to stay at yours now you had the spare room and if they didn’t want to then you were much closer to them and could see them daily.”

You informed the pair of your decision and Bang PD has explained that he would contact them and arrange for you to sign the papers in person within the week. Thankfully the meeting passed without any issue, wrapping up some minutes later after finalising some smaller details. “Thank you for going to such great lengths to keep me safe. I can’t explain how grateful I am but I promise to be an employee that works hard.” You bid them both goodbye, the meeting feeling far less formal and awkward than you had thought it would be.

Once you were away from the room you pulled out your phone texting Hoseok.

You: I finished the meeting. Where are you?

JHS: my studio, door is open. 😊

You pocketed your phone, thankfully remembering how to get to his studio from this floor of the building with there only being one flight of stairs between them.

The door was propped open by a small figurine, you pushed it open, a little taken aback to see Hoseok and Seokjin sitting on the small couch.

“Yn-ssi.” The eldest stood to greet you, a look of what could only be deciphered as a concern in his eyes.

“Seokjin-ssi.” You bowed back to him before turning to Hoseok. “Hoseok-ssi.”

“It’s still okay for you to be informal with me if you’re comfortable. I promise no one will be upset about it.” Hoseok reassures, clearly noticing the way you had been switching to a more formal conversation whenever others had been present.

In your defence, you did have a job to protect and unprofessionalism is never rewarded.

“Please don’t feel like you have to be uncomfortable because of me,” Seokjin interjects.

“Oh no of course not.” You rush to explain. “I just didn’t want anyone to feel as though I was being unprofessional.”

“Everyone here is pretty informal. The longer you’re here the more comfortable things feel so it feels weird to talk so formally after a while. Usually when cameras are on we maintain it but we have staff that’s been here since we made our debut and they have become like family.” Hoseok shrugs, taking the worry away from you slightly.

“Okay then, I’ll try to be less formal with you Hoseok-ssi.”

“Oppa.” he argued.

You hear seokjin stifle a laugh as he resumes his seat on the couch.

“Okay.” You smile.

“Okay?” Hoseok asks again.

“Yes.” You nod.

“Yes?” He questions, his voice higher towards the end.

“Yes oppa.” You laugh, finally giving in.

“Great.” He claps his hands. “Now.” He turns to Seokjin.

“Please sit.” He motions to the chair placed opposite the couch.

You accept the seat, sitting more so on your side to prevent weight from falling upon your hip. “Is everything okay?”

“I wanted to apologise. I just worry about the protection of those closest to me. I didn’t think about how you too were risking people you cared about by coming to the company and telling them.” Seokjin's voice holds a sincerity that throws you off guard.

“Please don’t apologise.” You start. “I have people to protect yes but you also deserve privacy and to be honest in that elevator I was scared not just for my parents and my friends but for you all. Although I’m sure if I did die it probably would have been forgotten.”

“Don’t say such things.” He scolded. “It was a selfish thought of me to ignore that you were stalked in favour of taking care of those I thought to be worth more. I can admit my mistakes YN-ssi. Please accept my apology.”

You hadn’t expected to be given such an apology when you yourself could completely understand just why he had questioned the idea initially. “It’s all forgiven, please don’t feel bad about this I completely understand.”

“You’re a good person.” Seokjin declares. Hoseok hummed in agreement.

“Thank you Seokjin-ssi.” You don’t truly believe his words but still, it’s nice to hear.

“So…” he leans back. “How are you feeling after the elevator thing this morning?”

You and Hoseok send a grimace to one another, a look of fear and dread that only you can understand, the frown on your face thanks to the new pain in your hip.

The week was only just coming to an end and it was already far too long.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

When they see you after sending them dirty texts all-day Slight N/SFW

TW: suggestive language and themes Featuring : Law, Ace, Mihawk, Marco, Kidd, Shanks and Hongo

It was supposed to be both of your day off but when he is called into work you are bored at home all alone and have nothing to do. Looking at your phone nothing else to do. You began to text them with randomly naughty things and it wasn’t just one thing it was multiple things. The vibrations from their phone keep going off when seeing the rather suggestive texts you had them turned on. All day he had been waiting to get home. Hearing their car pull up to the driveway and opening the door to the front of the house. Greeting them you could see the lustful look in his eyes, literally following you all over the house you weren’t going to get away too easily from him “babe, let me explain.” you try to contain your laughter.

Law

Law eyes focused solely on you. Any explanation you tried to give to him he shook his head no way you were getting out of it. He kept his composure and professionalism while at work and in the back of his mind he wanted to pin you against the bed and do the things you wanted him to do in the texts. He starts to creep in closer just like a leopard with its prey.   “_____ you shouldn’t have sent those texts ya. Now you have to deal with your actions.”  His hands are trapping you against the wall. 

Ace

You were standing and in between, you and Ace was the couch.   Ace took off his shirt tossing it to the side his hands were on the back of the couch as he leaned in. You could see the devilish grin on his face. You tried to move to one side and he followed. When he opened his phone his face grew completely red and his mind began to fill with dirty things. He could see you giggling saying it was a joke. A joke that turned him on. “No no  ______, you wanted me to do all those things to you and I’m just going to fulfill those requests.” Ace jumped over the couch walking over to you as he threw you over his shoulders making his way to your guy's bedroom. 

Mihawk

His hands were crossed against his chest, his gold orbs focused on you. No matter how much you tried to explain yourself to Mihawk, he rejected the excuses of trying to get out of now. You cannot lie, it excited you to see his cool demeanor but knowing what his thoughts could be were a bit more explicit. “Come.” as if he almost ordered you, as you followed his hand tilting your chin up at him. “You promised to behave while I was away and you broke the rules…” he spoke in a cool tone. “Those mere texts are rather basic. I have much better ideas than those.” knowing his closet was filled with toys he had collected.

Marco

He removed his glasses, placing them on the stand nearby.  His hands pressed against the kitchen island. You had your back against the kitchen sink. You could hear a low chuckle coming from him. He was a bit annoyed going to work but when he got those texts he wanted the day to be over quickly. “No need to be all bashful now yoi.” he began walking around the counter “Let's try out those things you wanted me to do to you on the texts.” As he made his way towards you he lifted you onto the counter his lazy grin appeared on his face.

Kidd

The man had been flustered and you were not going to get away with it for those texts. He literally chased you around the house as you were trying to justify your actions of texting him those suggestive things. What made it worse is that his friend Killer saw what you texted him by accident when Kidd was driving and his phone went off so he asked the killer to read them. Kidd almost wrecked and when he stopped and read all the messages you were on his mind. Flaring his nostrils. Closing the door to your room you were able to lock it but trying to hold you laughed when he shouted what had happened. “Babe wait till I get in there! Remember I have all the keys to every door in this house.” you began to hear his key jiggling ‘crap’.

Shanks

Seeing the cocky grin of the hair haired man in front of you. You could see him biting his lower lip as he smoothly walked up to you. Loosening the few buttons on his shirt. He began to recite the text message from memory that you sent him. “You were very naughty sending those texts to me while at work.” he had his hands on his hips looking down at you. “Well I will give you the option we can do everything in here or the comfort of our room? You have 0.3 seconds to decide.”  before you could respond “too late I guess we are doing it here~~” 

Hongo

He made sure his hair was up because he knew as soon as he stepped through the door you were his target. He focused really hard at work and made sure his mind didn’t get the best of him. Now seeing you all he wanted to hear was you screaming his name. “It is my duty to take care of all my patients and show them compassion. He had you against the couch and the pillow on the couch fell to the floor. You could feel his erection against your leg. “I guess you need a bit extra  love and fucking now don’t you?.” giving you a cocky grin. 

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Ghosts

Ripped apart

COD Ghosts Cannon divergence

David 'Hesh' Walker is storming in the office of his father he's about to explode and he wants an explanation. Elias Walker is standig up from his chair needing to hug his returned son. "Hesh", his father starts but he dont let's him finish punching his father. This man Rorke has Logan. Elias falls to the ground not expecting Hesh to react like this, looking shocked when he sits up. "He has Logan and its your fault", Hesh screams at his father ready to punsh him again, but Merrick is holding him back. "Let me", Hesh screams, fighting against the hold of the second in command, tearing the wound on his leg open again. If hes not angry he will break down over the fact that he could not save his littel brother, that he failed Logan. That their own father send them in the trap of a man that made it his mission to destroy the Ghosts and their father took them on the Team, knowing this psyco is haunting them. What kind of father is doing this, only a shitty one, Hesh is sure of it.

6 h earlier

It's was suposed to be a easy mission. Going in going out, stealing some intel. Something easy something the two newest members of the Ghost team could do alone. Something to do in between big mission, to train, low risk a good learning experience, something to prepere them to do fieldwork with out the rest of the Ghosts. Now they are on the run from Rorke the man that wants to kill all of them. They are running away from what was ones a littel californinan town south of LA behind the wall in the middel of no man's land. It's concerning how close Rorke is to the wall with out them knowing, but it hits Hesh that they probably have very less on the former Ghost in general. They are running along the rocky coast. Desperately trying to get to exfile or finding a hiding spot what ever they reach first. Evading bullets, hiding as good as they can behind rocks, what ever they can do to get away from the man that hopefully will kill them, everything else would be a worse fate. He hears Logan panting behind him, they are on a small rocky path, neither of them would ever set a foot on if they wouldn't literally run for their lifes. The rock under their feet is crumbling a desater about to happen something that is slowing them down. Atleast nobody is shotting at them at the moment. "Scarecrow, I think we got away", Hesh says over radio the only problem is he has no idea where they are and how to get to exfile. "Good. Where is your location?", their father asks back. "A cliff? About 2 hours away from where you dropped us off?", Hesh explains unsure where they even are before noticing and cursing the path they are on is ending in a big gap where part of the rock broke away. A dead end, if the federation is following them, they are fucked. He shares a look with Logan who is simply pointing up, to say we need to climb. Hesh looks trying to see if they could jump over the gap, they can not and even if the could its questionable if the rock would not break under the weight. "I need a better location Hesh", it comes over the radio. "I can't give you a better one. We are on a small path on a the cliff, very good view of the Pacific." Hesh knows this is not helping at all, that its childish of him to act like this. What else can he even say, he knows they fucked up, they where forced by not really paying attention to walk this shitty path, like they just left boot camp. "Hesh, is there anything we can use as a landmark?", Elias ask sounding like he is about to panic, what is not helping at all, besides that their father is caring for them in someway. "Part of the cliff broke away?", Hesh answer unsure god he sounds like a idiot, he nearly dont hears the sound of something hitting the water but before he can realise what is happening its to late. Sudenly Logan is grabing his shoulder in a panic he lost his footing as part of the ground he's standing on is breaking away. In an instict Hesh trys to get a hold on the stone wall, but its to no use, he now has some rock in his hand, well atleast they die with the knowledge that they would not be able to climb the wall up, while falling in to the ocean. "Hesh, we need a clear landmark", is probably the last think the Walker brothers hear before hitting the water.

The next thing Hesh knows hes laying on a small beach, coughing up water about to throw up. He looks around seeing Logan just a few meters away looking absolutely exhausted. They survived, thanks to Logan, but still having no idea where the fuck they are. "Hesh, Logan", Merrick voice comes over the radio but neither of the brothers are able to answer, coughing up water. The blaclava they are wearing are not helping at all so Hesh rolls his up so his mouth and nose are free, inhalling the air greddy, looking around to find some sort of landmark to give. When Hesh finaly has a breath to spare for talking, he simply states "We are alive, had a unplanned swim we are on a small part of beach, maybe its just a sandbank." Thats when Rorke is apearing and Hesh starts to shake not only because he is cold, but out of fear what this man will do to them. "Ah finaly meeting Elias sons in person", the leader of the federations troops is saying having a simle on his face that makes Hesh blood freeze. No, no they made it so far it can't stop here. "Hesh?", Merrick is asking urgently needing more to find them, not knowing what a shit situation the brothers are in. "Look at you two, how big and strong you got since I saw you the last time", Rorke continues making Hesh heart race what, what does Rorke mean with this. They never meet any Ghosts as kids their father never having his two parts of his life touch before Odin. "Tell me how does it feel being send to the slaughter by Elias? I know that feeling to good, he left me to die", Rorke continues his littel monologe and its only now that Hesh notices he lost his weapons in the fall, not that he thinks he can move faster then Rorke if he really had to, but he would try. The man is stepping closer to Logan, pulling out a gun and for the first time since Odin Hesh is affrait for their lifes. He hears a shot, and then his leg hurts, Rorke shot him in the leg, like he is playing with them, why not kill them its the chance. "Tell Elias hello from me and never forget David, it's your fathers fault what is happening from here." Everything is happening in slow motion from there for Hesh, Logan gets hit against the head with the weapon and falls over and then to his absolute horror Rorke grabbing one of his brothers legs to drag his littel brother away. "No, Logan!" He trys to reach the hand Logans is desperately holding out for him to reach for help. But he can't, this fucker made sure that he can't reach his brother, is he dragging Logan away extra slowly to taunt him? "Logan! LOGAN!!", he screams desperately trying to reach his brother having to watch helplessly how his brother is kidnapped, he never feelt this powerless in his life. Then time as a cruel punishment is starting to flow normal again and his brother is gone. Everything stops at this moment he dont hears Merrick over the radio it dosent matter anymore, that he is bleeding out is not mattering anymore, nothing matters anymore, he failed Logan, he is a failure, he failed and Logan has to endurce the consequences. The only time he needed to protect his brother he failed. He dont know how much later Kegan is finding him, he don't hear his questions, dont registers that Kegan is patching him up, dont hear Kegan tell everyone that Logan is MIA. He is a failure and he let his brother down. The foundation of his mind is breaking under him and he feels himself falling into a deep black hole.

Now

"Hesh calm down your hurting yourself", Elias miserably fails to calm his hot-headed son down, only feeding Hesh rage even more. He was never good at this, but well he had to because his wife wasn't there to help him with this. "No, you.. you send us in a trap", Hesh screams he feels how he is about to break, like he finally reached rock bottom of the hole hole he fallen into. "There was no information that anyone would be there. The place was given up.", Elias trys to explain, he looked over the intel countless times since he got the call that his sons got compromise, there was nothing he oversaw, Hesh has to understandthis. "Oh and that will make it better? You took us on the team knowing, knowing this monster is hunting all of you. This your fault", somehow the rage Hesh is feeling is only getting stronger, turn the hurt he is feeling into aggression is numbing the pain, over playing what he is really feeling. Being angry is easy, anger is something he can deal with he knows anger. "Hesh, this is nobody's fault", Merrick tells him not losing his grip on him, but Hesh is really trying his hardest to get free, even with bleeding again. Rorke defently took the 'easier' brother with him. "Its only one person's fault and that is you Dad", is the last think Hesh says before the first sob is ripping through his body, the grief of losing his brother now fully hitting him.

Logan lays on the floor of the helicopter silent tears running down his face. He wishes Rorke would just have killed him there on the beach, what ever the other is planing is a worse fate then death. Nausea is spreading, he might throw up, his heart trys to break out of his chest and he cant really breath. Every breath hurts, did he injure himsels when they fallen in the ocean? He still hears Hesh screaming his name, while he slowly gets dragged over the beach to a jeep. How abosulty horrified Hesh sounded, he dont think that he heard Hesh like this before. And that is terrifying, not really helping his curent state. "I have big plans with you Logan, Elias don't even know what potential is in you, but don't worry you will reach your full potential under my supervision", Rorke tells him and the air becomes ice cold, as if he isn't already frezzing. What, what will this man do to him? The nausea gets worse at this. His only hope he has is that Hesh will do everything in his power to rescue him, right? His big brother will rescue him, he has to hope this, because he dont even wants to think about the alternative. He has no idea how long they are already in the air, but the further they get away from US soil the worse are his chances of him getting saved, they will not send anyone that deep into enemy territory for one person. What is one person in a war, nothing he trys to fight the hopelessness that is spreading through his brain. His shaking gets stronger, must be visible by now, his cloths still being wet and the floor of the helicopter is slowly sucking the warmth out of his body. They will try everything to get him home, Hesh will try everything in his power to gey him back. He cant forget this, what ever happens he cant forget this. "You think your father will let David find you or do you think he will sacrefice you for the war?", Rorke is asking as if he knows what Logan is thinking about, it's also strange to have Hesh be referred to as David. "Selected mutism I forgot, don't worry Logan it dosent matter what you would have answered, there is no way they will find you till I let them", the older man ends their littel conversation and Logan fels how tears are running down his face again. The way how casual Rorke is telling him this, knowing this is the truth, it makes Logan wish the fucking Helicopter is breaking apart then he atleast would be dead. "You know I never planned to get you two into your fathers mess, but then you joined the Team and I couldn't let this opertunity pass. This will hurt Elias more then anything I could ever come up with." He looks at Rorke for the first time really looking at him, tears still running down his face, but anger slowly fighting its way to through his calm character. He might be freezing, he might be a prisinor but he will survive this. Rorke is lifting his chin with his boot looking a tiny bit impressed. "I thought I picked the weaker brother, but I think I made a wrong call", Rorke says more to himself then to Logan. So Rorke does make mistakes and he can try to work with all the tiny mistakes to get free. He will survive this or die trying to get away.

[aphinthestars]

Didi Explanation and Aph and Miguel's Relationship

Hey yall I'm back and finally did a post for a question I got about my spidersona! (Did I take almost a month to cook? Yeah and? Also I'm sorry, everytime i draw Miguel it comes out so so so different from one another and also i didn't use a reference for one of these) As always trigger warnings for this post such as child abuse/neglect, spiders, experimentation, death etc.

The question comes from @sweetimpurityloves (thank you Sweet love youuuu!)

Also thank you @didipayasito for letting me talk about your sona <3 go follow her she's awesome

Also also dividers I used for this post made by @/saradika-graphics

For this question I'll make a small explanation first and then go on to the lore!

There are two versions of Didi in our story or AU, Didi Stella and Didi O'Hara, for simplicity sake we'll call them A!Didi (As in Aph's Didi or Didi Stella) and M!Didi (As in Miguel's Didi or Didi O'Hara)

A!Didi comes from Earth-117, also known as Nueva Lunaria or Aph's earth, A!Didi was one of Aph's best friends and roommates with Nico, they were so close they all literally changed their last names to Stella so they could at least be sisters symbolically.

For those who have not read my sona's lore post, A!Didi dies at 24 years old in Aph's story as one of her canon events, Aph blamed herself for it horribly even if the own Didi said she shouldn't as she was dying.

And M!Didi comes from Earth-928, also known as Nueva York, she is Miguel's adoptive child in that universe, being some convoluted version of Spiderwoman (I'll explain in the next part of this post bare with your girl)

Now onto the actual question!

How did Didi become Miguel's adoptive child in this AU?

I think most of Miguel Nation knows how Miguel became Spider-Man so I won't go into detail with that.

Well, Didi was born from a one night stand between a revered scientist and a very famous model, neither of them wanted a child but by the time Didi's mom noticed she was pregnant it was too late to do anything about it.

Didi grew up in a household of emotional abuse from her mother who she lived full time with.

That was until her father became obsessed with the notion of creating another Spider-Man.

They obviously needed a live subject, someone young enough so that they could indoctrinate them into doing their bidding but also someone that no one would go looking for.

And that's when Didi came in, as it turns out her parents had done a fantastic job of keeping her hidden, knowing her mother's career would plummet if someone knew about the child, it was better for them like that, well for her parents not for Didi.

The perfect subject, someone who was already loyal to the scientist, who would do anything for his approval.

And that's how it happened, Didi was bitten by a radioactive spider, she was experimented on trying to see what limits her powers had.

Until one fateful night where her life would change for the better.

A fire.

No one knows how it started or when, but Didi in her contention cell couldn't do much about it, thinking she would die there until she heard how someone took down the door and huddled her in their arms.

The next thing Didi knew she woke up in a hospital bed, she was one of the few survivors, and the cherry on top, the only experiment that survived.

The fire erased any document of Didi ever existing with it, shoving it into the depths of who she had been in that horrible laboratory.

She could hear soft voices outside her hospital room, one in particular who declared sternly "I'll be her guardian until her parents are found" She was terrified thinking it was one of the scientists that worked with her dad.

But no, the man who walked through the door, though a scientist as well, couldn't be confused by any man she had seen before, tall and intimidating for a little girl.

He talked softly not wanting to scare her, introducing himself as Miguel O'Hara, though Didi interrupted him the moment she saw his fangs, becoming completely excited to see someone who had such a feature as well.

Miguel was stunned, but he knew what he had to do, he couldn't let these little girl, these girl who had barely stopped being a toddler and turned into a kid to be at the hands of people who could put her in danger because of her powers.

As it was obvious that her parents wouldn't appear he made the decision to adopt her.

Being 24 years old but having inherited Alchemax and a fortune from Tyler Stone (In this AU Tyler dies with Aaron and Miguel inherits Alchemax) he was able to easily sway people to let him adopt the little girl.

From that moment on Miguel would visit Didi in the hospital and eventually in the orphanage until all the papers were in order.

He breaks the news to her as Didi is doing makeup on him, her saying "It's almost time for you to leave and I haven't finished this yet" and Miguel answering by accident "Finish it when we get home" stunning Didi as he finally breaks the news to her and her sobbing in his arms as she finally gets to have a home with the only loving parent she has ever known, after cleaning Miguel's face up and calming Didi down, the papers are finalized, her little suitcase packed up and Didi gets to go home with her dad, the only dad she has had from that moment on.

(And for those who love Gabi, don't worry she is still part of this AU and that part of the story is intact)

So onto the second question, how did Aph react to the news that a Spiderperson version of Didi existed and Miguel had hidden it from her? Not only that but that that version is Miguel's adoptive daughter? And also that her other best friend also had a spiderperson version of themselves?

.....Not well

She ran into his lab, screaming his name like bloody murder, scaring the fuck out of Miguel who doesn't have a spidersense, he was about to berate whoever came in shouting but the moment he looked around his words all jumbled and he didn't know what to say.

He had never seen Aph that angry, hell he had never seen the woman more then annoyed point blank. So seeing her like that, and worse with all her anger directed at him? Yeah....Miguel stayed quiet until Aph had finished berating him to the moon and back.

Eventually Aph settled down, now more heartbroken then anything that he had hidden something so important from her, trying her best not to cry not wanting to be seen as weak.

Miguel got himself and Aph sitting down on the edge of his platform, they had been friends for a bit and he tolerated physical contact from her so he let her seat as she wanted.

Miguel explained his point of view, he was going to tell her, when she was in a place to take it better, he didn't want Aph to use this versions of Nico and Didi as replacements for the family she had lost, for the versions she had lost.

Aph understood, it was an asshole move from him, yes, but it came from a good place, she sighed and nodded, understanding his point of view but still making sure he knew that was horrible to pull and that she wouldn't allow that to happen again, no more secrets between them, at least nothing as substantial as a whole kid.

And that's all for this ask! Hope you all enjoyed reading it and looking at the art as much as me making it! My asks and comments are both open for this kind of thing so be welcomed to drop them in anytime! Just beware I might take a bit to respond specially since I plan on adding art to most of it!

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[donghoonie-3]

New Manager???

✧.* Part 4: Feeling any better? ✧.*

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Warnings: slight angst? Sunghoon is a bit sad plus he's got a hangover. Not proof read 🤕 if I make any mistakes and you wanna tell me feel free to lmao.

NOTE: I tried not making it confusing since I wrote two parts that happen at the same time 🤕 so for yours to know they're happening at the same time I put at the start of yns pov "it's 1pm" and rhe same thing for sunghoons pov. But I think with the description of hoon it'll be obvious that's its at the same time aksnsn gonna shut up now 😍.

Its 1pm, you park your car in the parking lot. You get your things and get out of the car with Heeseung, making your way to the apartment the boys share which is close to the hybe building.

"Did yous have fun last night?" You ask Heeseung, referring to when they went out drinking. "Huh?" He looks at you confused, not knowing where you got that information from. "Sunghoon told me, he actually wanted me to go with yous but I wasn't able to" you explained.

He "ohhs" to your explanation, "why weren't you able to go?" Heeseung asks, you both stop in front of the apartment door and you search through your bag for the keys. "I had some work to catch up on" you say and the boy nods to your reasoning. You take the found keys from your bag and open the door. You both make your way up to the room the boys share, you live in the same apartment as them which is common for managers.

Once you're at the room you open the door and walk in. "We're here!!" Heeseung shouts but gets no response. You place the bags with groceries on the kitchen counter and start to unpack everything. "Should I help you with anything?" Heeseung asks you but you shake your head, "no no it's fine, I got it" you say.

"If you say so...I'll go take a shower then" he says as he watches you take things out the bag, you hum in response and then he leaves.

As you finish with the bag you start to put the things you bought to where they should go. You wonder how Sunghoon is doing, hoping his headache has gone down at least a bit. For the past two days you've been with the boys he really caught your attention. You don't think much of it though, it's not like you can anyways. You have to keep things professional or else you'll most likely get fired.

Once you're done with all the groceries you make some soup and tea for the boy you were thinking of. It should help with the hangover. You bring the food and painkillers to him.

"Hey, it's me yn" you say knocking on his door. "Come in!!" You hear Sunghoon shout from his bedroom so you come in. You notice how tired he sounds.

You see Sunghoon sitting in his bed, lightly smiling at you. "Feeling any better?" You asking him as you place the food you made him on the bedside table.

"I wish I could say yes" Sunghoon laughs it off. "Well...this should help, and I got you painkillers too" you smile and hand him the pills, he looks up at you as he reaches his hand out for the packet, you notice how pretty his eyes are. Almost getting lost in them. The way his eyes are literally sparkling. So pretty, you think.

"Thank you" Sunghoon says which confuses you. Did he hear what you thought? Or did you say it out loud by an accident?? "What?" You ask him.

"The pills, Thank you for getting me them and the food" he giggles. Thats when you realise your hand is still on the packet that you're handing to him, his hand being on it too. You're such an idiot yn!!! You think to yourself. "Oh! Yeah haha, no problem" you awkwardly say, taking your hand back to yourself.

While you're busy dying of embarrassment, you don't notice Sunghoons cheeks and ears getting red from you looking at him for a little too long which he's not complaining about. Hes grateful that you seemed to not notice his blush.

"I'll get going now" you say softly and turn around, walking away. "Oh yeah and we have a meeting with txt later, if you cant go it's fine. You should really rest" you quickly say and turn to him then walking out.

It's 1pm, Sunghoon scrolls through twitter and sees the post Heeseung and you made. He pouts as he sees them. "I only met her, there's no way..." he thinks out loud. He doesn't know why he's feeling this way. Why his stomach flips when he saw those posts. Is it jealousy? But why? He doesn't want his feelings to get to him so he ignores it.

He turns his phone off and gets out of bed. Making his way to the kitchen to get something to eat, like you told him to. Hopefully the headache will go away. "Hey Sunghoon" Jay greets him from the kitchen table. "Hey" Sunghoon says back.

He makes himself a quick sandwich and pours himself some water before sitting down next to Jay. "You okay? You look tired" the older asks. "Yeah just got a hangover." Sunghoon replies bluntly. And for some reason feeling jealous. Sunghoon thought.

The thing Sunghoon always ends up doing when he get too deep into his thoughts is zoning out, going into a little place of his own. Without realising, Jay took a photo of him while he was thinking of the annoying strange feeling.

"We ran out of painkillers didn't we?" Jay says while looking at his phone, ready to make a tweet thinking nothing much of it. "Yeah but yn said she'd go get them" Sunghoon says, snapping out of his thoughts.

"She said it in the group chat. She's also going with Heeseung" the younger continued as be got up to put his plate and cup into the sink and washing them. "Ah okay" Jay replied, putting his phone down.

Once Sunghoon was done wish his dishes he dried his hands and left the kitchen with a quick bye to Jay. He lays on his bed and unlocks his phone, checking twitter again which is when he sees Jay's posts.

A couple minutes after the little chit chat under Jay's tweet the member shows up in his bedroom. Sunghoon looks at the direction of his door opening, seeing him with a slightly worried look. "You sure you okay?" He asks as he goes to sit on the chair Sunghoon has in his room by the desk. "Yeah" Sunghoon doesn't make eye contact.

"You know I can tell when somethings up" Jay replies, wanting to know if his friend was okay. "It's honestly nothing, if anything did happen I'd tell you" Sunghoon tells him, making eye contact again.

"Fine" the older sighs, "I'm in my room if you change your mind" he says before getting up to leave.

Another while goes by and Sunghoon hears Heeseung shouting across the place. He decides to stay in his room though. Scrolling on his phone, sitting comfortably in his bed and trying to get through his day with his awful headache. He's not drinking that much again.

All of a sudden he hears a knock on his door following by your soft voice, it makes him smile. He tells you to come in and as soon as he sees you he also notices the soup and tea you brought him. He's known you for two days and you're already making him feel warm? He doesn't care though, he doesn't care about that weird feeling he had when you and Heeseung went shopping. He's happy to see you and only you right now.

"Feeling any better?" He hears you ask as you place the food on his bedside table.

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[elisysd]

19. Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Chapter soundtrack: Karma - Taylor Swift

She was comfy, very comfy. Never had she slept so well in a plane. She usually was a very light sleeper when it came to them. She hated having to rely on someone, to literally entrust someone else with her life. So most of the time, she wasn’t really sleeping, she was resting, all her senses in alert in case something was to happen. But today, she felt good, safe and protected. Her head was resting on a chest where she could hear regular heartbeats. It was calming her down, it was reassuring. It was there. She could also feel warm breaths on her face and she snuggled deeper as an arm around her shoulders was pulling her closer. Really she could stay here forever.

But her peace was soon disturbed by turbulence that awoke her brutally. That’s when she saw who she was sleeping on. It shouldn’t have surprised her, after all she was sitting next to him but still, she couldn’t help but to feel slightly embarrassed. Ethan was also sleeping, if his eyes were giving her any indications. She quickly straightened and put back her seat belt, intercepting Romy’s gaze on her, who was arching an eyebrow as she looked at Ethan and then at Julia.

She hated turbulence, it was never fun and she always felt sick. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out. She was gripping the armrest so strongly that she could feel her fingers hurting until a warm palm was put over hers applying a light pressure on it. She looked over to Ethan that was smiling at her and somehow, she knew that everything would be alright. Finally, it didn’t last long or at least it seemed, and soon she stood up to go to the bathroom followed by Romy.

“You are not coming with me in there.” warned Julia.

“I can wait, don't worry.”

When she went back, Romy was still here. Julia moved to let her pass but the German stayed where she was.

“You were cute, sleeping on Ethan.” she said with a cheeky smile.

“I was just really tired.”

“Sure, sure.”

“Romy…” sighed Julia, looking at the boys to make sure no one would arrive.

“Julia…” replied Romy, in the same tone as her best friend.

“I know what you are about to say. And the answer is no.”

“As long as it makes you sleep better at night. Speaking of, you and I need to organize a sleepover. It’s been so long since I’ve come by to your place. I’m sure your mom misses me.”

Julia rolled her eyes, playfully punching the blonde’s shoulder who squealed, attracting the attention of them. As Julia came back to her seat, she noticed the change of positions. Ethan was now next to Kyle, his headphones on his ears and barely looking at her. She can’t help but wonder what she had done to deserve to get ignored like this. She looked over to Kyle as he was now sitting in front of her but he shrugged, giving her an apologetic look. They still had two hours of flight and Julia hoped it would go fast.

She was even more disturbed when, as soon as they landed, Ethan was the first to leave the place, not caring about any of them. As she was walking to retrieve her suitcase, she went to Ludwig.

“Do you know what’s wrong with Ethan? He seemed off.”

“Ethan is Ethan, you shouldn’t pay too much attention to him, he has his mood swings. Worse than a pregnant woman sometimes.”

“He got a text from Ashley, the PR rep. He is heading there.” explained Kyle that had heard Julia.

She didn’t understand, then, why he had not talked to her about it. After all, she might be involved. Especially if it was PR. She took her phone and tried to call Ethan but went straight to voicemail. She texted him, but still no answer even if she could see that he was online. This was starting to piss her off. And she knew she shouldn’t. After all, he didn’t owe her anything. No calls, no texts, no explanations. She just thought that after everything they had been through together, he would be mindful and wouldn’t leave her in the dark. But she guessed that some things would never change.

As for Ethan, he never thought that having Julia resting against his chest would make him feel strong emotions. After all, she has just a girl snuggling against him. Not the first and not the last. But never, in his entire life, did he feel the need to pull her closer or to keep her there forever. Usually, he found that repulsive. But not with her. To avoid being teased by his friends, he pretended to be asleep as well, so if questions were raised he could downplay and deny everything. And faking being asleep was harder than what he thought would be. And then, he had received a text from Ashley asking him to meet her as soon as he landed. When he asked if Julia had to be here, she had just told him no, without further explanations. It made him worried and angry and just as he had been about to talk to Julia, he had received another text telling him to not to.

So it’s a frustrated Ethan that entered the room to find Ashley, his team principal and a woman, sitting around the table. When the woman got up, the first thing Ethan noticed was the girl’s belly and he didn’t need long to connect the dots.

“Carla,” he said.

“Ethan, long time no see.” She greeted him.

Now he remembered her. Her tanned skin, her red lips and curly hair. He remembered the Montorelli’s party where he had to go, being one of the very expensive watches. He remembered her black dress, her seductive smile and the kisses in the bathroom. He remembered how fun it had been. But that was all it had been, for him. Fun. Meaningless. And seeing her in front of her, clearly pregnant, he suddenly felt sick. All this time he had hoped she was lying. It would have been easier. But now, seeing her in front of him, it made everything real. All too real.

“What do you want?” he asked, coldly.

“To make things right.”

“How nice of you, after dragging my name and reputation through the mud.”

“I’m sorry, okay!” she was about to cry. “I… I don’t want my baby to grow up with a lie. I don’t want to feel guilty. I want to start my life with this baby, knowing that the hurt I caused has been erased…”

“Well good luck with that.”

“Ethan, please. Hear her out.” Ashley intervened.

“You are not the father. Ha… Harun is.” she confessed.

“Harun is the father? Are we talking about the same Harun? My teammate?”

Ethan was shocked. Utterly shocked. Harun, the guy that barely knew how to say hello. He was too stunned to speak.

“But… but… Why, then? Why say I was the dad if you knew I wasn’t?”

“I didn’t know for sure, it could have been his or yours. But before Singapore, Harun came to see me and we had a paternity test that will need to be confirmed once the baby will be born but it’s safe to assume that you are not the dad. And… I guess it was easier to say that it was yours? It was… I don’t know… fancier? Because of your family name, and all… I was ashamed to even think it could be Harun’s. It was stupid, I know that now, but when I saw those two lines I panicked. It doesn’t excuse the pain I caused you and the team, but I hope I made things right, at least a little bit.”

“No, it doesn’t excuse anything. Because of you I could have lost my seat and everything I worked for. And for what? A lie? I’m sorry Carla, but you can put your excuses where I think.”

He was harsh, he knew that but he didn’t care. Maybe he would later or tomorrow, but right now he was mad. For the most part. But a tiny, tiny one was thinking that without this lie, he wouldn’t have gotten closer to Julia and he would have missed a great friendship. So, everything was not negative in this story. But he would never say it out loud. For a moment, he imagined what his life could have been if it had been true and he felt his throat turn dry. He had never pictured himself as a father, he didn’t know if he would be a good one. He wasn’t even sure he would like to have kids. And he would need a girlfriend first. And would he be a good boyfriend? How was he supposed to be one? His last relationship was back in high school and had lasted three weeks. How do you have a serious relationship with someone? How do you find that special someone?

“That’s why I’m here! To make amends and make things right! I’m trying to be a good person.”

“Adn what about Harun, then? What is going to happen to him? Are you going to fire him?”

“He is going to leave the team after the Japanese Grand Prix. A statement will be released tonight saying he will focus on family matters.”

“So you are firing him.”

“We are letting go of him… gently.”

“He is taking his responsibilities with the baby. I’ll post one as well to clean your reputation.”

“Good luck with that… What is done is done. I just want to forget you and this story.  I want to go back to my old life.” mumbled Ethan, massaging his temples.

“My PR team will be in touch with yours, if you want to make a joint statement…”  Carla started.

“No. Post whatever you want, I don’t care. As long as it’s the truth and not some new lies.”

She got up and gave him one last look that Ethan was careful to ignore, before leaving the room. Ashley approached Ethan and opened her mouth to talk to him but one look from him quickly dissuaded her.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“We need to talk about the PR…”

“Fuck the PR! Fuck you and your stupid ideas! Fuck Carla and her lies! Fuck everything! Leave me alone.”

He went to the door and slammed it. It was too much. Too much information to process, too many consequences to face. And no matter what, his first thoughts were Julia, Julia, Julia.What would he tell her? How would he? He just wanted to see her and to tell her everything. Because after all, they were in this together, for the better and for the worst. He went to the reception and asked for her room number. It took a little bit of persuasion but he managed to get it and he went to the third floor. A few minutes later, he was there. Right in front of her door. He stayed there for a few minutes more before finally knocking. He heard some footsteps and then, the door unlocked revealing her, still in her airport clothes. The glare she gave him made him gulp.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I needed to see and to talk to you.” he explained in a tired voice.

“Oh now you want to talk to me? After purposely ghosting me? Who do you think you are, Ethan?”

“Julia, please, not now. Really.”

“Fuck you, Ethan. I don’t have time.”

She was about to slam the door to his face but he put his left foot in the doorway, preventing her from doing so.

“I’m not the father.”

It had the effect of stopping her dead in her tracks. She looked at him, her mouth agape. She slowly opened the door more, and let him pass by her before sitting down on her bed. He sighed deeply and Julia could see how tense he was. She approached him and sat next to him, putting a hesitant hand on his shoulder and she felt him relax a little bit.

“Tell me what happened.”

And he did. He let go of everything. His frustration, his anger against Carla, his confusion, how lost he felt now. He felt used, betrayed, dirty. Why him? Why did it have to happen to him? Why did he have to be born as the son of a fifth world champion? Why was having his name so hard to carry? Why couldn’t he be a normal driver, like Kyle or Ludwig? Someone that fought hard to be where he was. Someone that deserved to be here because of his talent only and not because he was the son of. Would people still use him? Would people still love him?

It frightened him how easily he could talk to her about everything. And how she listened, without a word, just rubbing his shoulder from time to time. When finally he stopped, he looked at her. She was looking to the ground, pensively and biting her bottom lip, something she did when she was feeling anxious or when the wheels in her head kept turning without interruption.

“What… What does it mean for us? I mean… your reputation and name will be cleared. You don’t need me anymore.”

“We keep going as planned. If we stop now people will understand that everything we posted and the paparazzi pictures were fake. It will do more damage than repairs…”

He didn’t know if it would even be true. But he didn’t want to stop whatever was going on between them. He was not ready. He didn’t want to have to be ready to let her go. It was selfish, he knew it but today she was one of the only people he could trust and rely on and he didn’t want to lose that. To lose her.

“So we are still faking?”

“It has always been about pretending, Julia.”

“Has it, though? Are we still pretending? Or have we stopped a long time ago?” she whispered, her eyes anchored in his.

He had to fight with all he had to not kiss her here and there. To make her his.But he was in no state of mind to do so. It wouldn’t be fair. To him or to Julia. She deserved better than an emotionally unstable guy. She deserved better than him.

“I’m pretending, Julia. None of this is real. It has never been.”

He had to leave. Coming here was a bad idea. Seeing her was a bad idea. Losing himself in her arms and in her scent was a bad idea. His life was a succession of bad ideas. But it was his life. And he didn’t want to be her bad idea. So he got up.

“Where are you going?” she asked, trying to come closer to him as he was going for the door.

“Away.”

“Shit, Sherlock. I can see that. Ethan, you are in no state of mind to be left alone. Stay. With me.”

Never his feet seemed so heavy. Never had he ever wanted to run back to her. He was about to leave when he finally turned away and rushed to her, taking her in his arms and pulling her against his chest, his arms squeezing her waist and his nose buried in her neck. He heard her gasp, surprised by his reaction but put her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. And as fast as he came to her, he left. Without a second glance.

Julia barely slept that night, replaying her conversation with Ethan again and again. Trying to make sense of the situation. Why? Why come to him now? Why did she suddenly change her mind and try to make amends? She had never been one to believe in a sudden change of heart. It never came without a reason. So when she left the next day for the paddock, she was determined to find Carla and have a conversation with her. And to find Carla, she needed to find Ashley first. She managed to meet her in front of the Maserati hospitality.

“Where is Carla?”

“Good morning to you too, Julia.”

“I don’t have time for politeness.”

Julia was about to reply when Carla came from the hospitality, looking tired.

“I’m Carla and you are?” she asked with disdain.

“I’m one of Ethan’s friends.”

She saw the girl flinch.

“I have nothing else to say. I told Ethan everything.”

“Or have you?”

Carla avoiding her gaze told Julia everything she needed to know. There was more. Maybe it was not a huge thing and maybe it wouldn’t change anything, but Ethan didn’t know the whole story.

“I’m just looking out for Ethan.” explained Julia, in a calm voice.

“He won’t hear from me anymore. As I told him, I’ll make things right.”

“But why now? Why so suddenly?”

“Do you really need a reason? “ asked Carla in return.

“I just want the truth.”

Carla looked around and indicated to Julia to follow her. They went through the installations before finding a peaceful area, away from everything.

“I… Ethan is not the dad. I didn’t lie about that…”

“So you did lie about something.”

“It happened a few weeks ago… I was in Milan and coming back from an interview for a job when I saw him in front of my doorstep. Ethan’s dad. He asked if he could come inside to talk to me. I knew what it was about, of course. It was about the baby and the press stunt I pulled. You have to understand something… My family threw me out when they learned I got pregnant. They said that they were ashamed of me, that I wasn’t their daughter anymore. They said terrible, terrible things. I was alone, with no possibilities and terrified. I thought that if I released my story in the press it would force Ethan to support me. I knew he had money and influence. His family’s reputation is important. He knows all about keeping a clean facade. How important it is for the media and sponsors. I knew that I had a bomb in me, literally.  And I hoped that despite his bad boy attitude he was loyal and wanted to do the right thing. I hoped that if he thought he was going to be a dad he would help me. But it didn’t turn out as I planned. He didn’t drop anything for me. I was desperate and alone. And then, his dad arrived. He offered me a way out, he told me that I had to do the right thing, a paternity test first to know if Ethan was the dad. He paid for it and he helped me find a private hospital and he paid the medical staff to keep their mouths shut.” explained Carla, her hands shaking.

“I’m scared to ask but… what would have happened if Ethan had been the dad?”

“He would have paid me to leave Europe. And he would have put the baby in an adoption center away from here. Erase all the proof. He was ready to pay me millions to make me abandon my baby.” she was about to cry and a part of Julia was hurting for her while another one was mad at Ethan’s dad.

“He would have lied to Ethan…” she couldn’t believe it.

“He didn’t want his son to waste his career for me. He didn’t want him to throw away everything he had fought so hard to get for a mistake. That he deserved better than being trapped in a life he didn’t want. He paid me to not say anything to Ethan about his visit. He said that it would crush him. So please, it is my turn now… I beg you. Don’t say anything to him. I’m already responsible for almost ending his career, I don’t want to be responsible for his family falling out.”

Julia didn’t know what to add. She expected many things when she went to talk to her but certainly not to learn about Max’s whereabouts. She couldn’t believe it. She knew that it was coming from a place of love, that he had wanted to protect Ethan, but forcing a mother to abandon her child… she never thought he would go this far. And a part of her regretted to know. Because she couldn’t say anything to Ethan. She wouldn’t. Carla was right it would crush him. He would act stupid and would end up doing something he would regret. But she knew she couldn’t keep it to herself. It was too much. It was another lie and one she refused to carry with her. So she did the only thing she thought of, she called Max.

“Julia? What a nice surprise? Is everything okay with Ethan?”

“I know what you did to Carla.” she blurted out and there was a silence on the other end of the line. If she had hoped it was another lie from the Italian girl, Max’s reaction confirmed that it was not.

“Please Julia…”

“Don’t ask me to not say anything to him. I can’t. I can’t do that to him.” she didn’t know when she started to cry but tears were falling down on her face.

“I will tell him, just… I need to know how.”

“It will hurt him so bad.”

“I love him, Julia. I’m ready to do anything to protect him. Including protecting him from himself” Max told her.

“What do you mean?”

“You know him. He would have stepped up knowing full well he is not ready to be a dad. He would have thrown away his career. He would have been resentful towards the kid and would have ended up hating them and himself in the process. I couldn’t let him do that. And I couldn’t let an unwanted child feel like they didn’t matter. No one should experience that.”

“I.. I think that despite everything, I understand why you did it. It doesn’t make it right and Ethan deserves to know even if he is not the dad.”

“I’ll tell him when you guys will be back. Maybe you should be there, he will need you.”

“I’ll always be there for him.” answered Julia with confidence.

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—–—

Knocking wakes him up. Loud and repetitive knocking. 

Wilbur blinks, trying to adjust to the golden sun that filters through his blinds, even as closed as they are. 

The knocking still hasn’t stopped. His nerves flare up at the continuous noise and he sits up, blinking a few more times to adjust to being awake before he finds his way out of bed. The hardwood under his floor has never felt more neutral, which makes him unusually aware of the surrounding air that feels so invisible that it’s suffocating.

Knocking.

He tries to ignore it and leaves his room, traces the length of the hallway and continues the beeline to the door, where he can faintly hear  a muffled conversation from behind.

Wilbur stops, standing at the front door. Through the agitating knocking sound, he holds his head in his hands for a moment before swiping his hands through his bed-ruined hair.

“Wil, mate!” Phil says, loud and clear through the door. Wilbur groans.

Quietly, he listens as Phil murmurs something to Techno, who in return whispers an ingenuine apology.

Right there, he considers walking away. They can’t knock forever.

But, his conscience figures he owes it to his family to at least make an effort. And so, taking the cool doorknob in his hand, he opens the door and puts on a fake, strained smile. “Yes?” 

“Good mornin’,” Techno butts in before Phil can. Wilbur raises his eyebrows at him tiredly.

“D’ya mind if we come in, Wil? We have something for you,” Phil explains, and Wilbur tries to find the courage to decline. And despite how much he told himself to promptly shut the door on his father and brother’s face, he found himself instead nodding along. 

“Yeah, go for it,” Wilbur agrees and steps aside.

Phil leads, brushing past him, where Techno lingers in the doorway for a moment. “I’ll admit, he’s stretchin’ this a little bit,” Techno warns, and before Wilbur can question what he meant, his vision is obscured as Techno walks past him. 

He shuts the door and settles in on an armchair, which sits across from the couch Phil and Techno have found a seat on.

“Are you here for what I think you’re here for?” Wilbur asks, an explanation hung between them.

“It depends on what you’re thinking, Wil,” Phil hums, laughing to try and break the tension. It doesn’t work, and in the end it’s only him finding amusement. His father sighs. “We don’t care about you not replying to us, or making an effort to be social, we just care about you actually getting outside,” Phil starts, glancing at Techno, whose  expression is nothing but curious at Phil’s particular wording, “so, see, we found something.” 

He can’t say he enjoys the sound of that, and especially not as Phil pulls his phone out and taps at his screen, only to hand it to Wilbur. A long article catches his vision as he’s handed the phone. “Here ya’ go,” his fathers says, trying his best to  smile.

Wilbur stares, face wooden as his finger slowly scrolls down his father’s phone.

Impending outlines of familiar figures and silenced commotion of bated breath keeps his flat quiet.

His eyes are hung heavy as he scrolls, skimming impatiently through the articles’ pre-advertisements. Something unintelligible of promised family fun and worthy relaxation flies past his eyes until he finally reaches it, an overdue title with a cheesy caption.

COLONY PARKS

“Tiny adventures await! Explore small worlds of wonder with tiny people, big fun!”

Wilbur squints at the screen, his doomful eyes blending in with his uncertain frown. “An amusement park? Are you fucking— fucking come again?” he scoffs. He had to ask; lingering in the back of his mind is hope that he isn’t sent to this hellhole.

His father lets out a sad sigh. “It’s for a few hours, Wil, that’s nothing compared to the things we could do.”

Handing the phone back, he shakes his head. “I think anything could be better than this. I thought your goal was to get me out of the house to have a good time. This is just—fucking childish!”

“I think one could pretty easily argue that you’re being childish right now,” Techno remarks. Phil elbows him, but Wilbur see’s the way he struggles to keep a smile down. “Heh? You know I’m right, but excuse me for putting a mark on your ‘good-parent’ facade.”

Phil stares at Techno, struggling down a smile. Wilbur shrinks into himself.

Eventually, Phil sighs. “He’s right,” Phil starts, and he watches as Techno smiles, “Wil, you gotta give it a try. One shot. If you don’t like it you know we won’t force you into it and we’ll find something better for you,” he finishes, and Wilbur solemnly nods. He knows better than to pick a fight with his father or Techno.

“Fine,” he murmurs. 

–

When a day had passed after the conversation, Wilbur couldn’t say the passing time with the absence of people had let him think, because he honestly had to answer and say he had continued with his musty routine. The only thing different was he was wallowing with slight agitation with his father. 

The sudden announcement had been a spring that he wasn’t exactly ready to release. He’d much prefer to ease into a “recovery”, but he can’t get everything he wants.

And now, with his phone vibrating loudly under his hand, he found his sore eyes opening, unadjusted to the sunlight that strung into his room, the sun high in the sky. He’d nearly drifted off again when his phone disturbed him. 

He pulled himself up, propping his upper body up with his arm and unlocking his phone. Rushing notifications from Techno continuously layered until he had the decency to open them. 

A long string of “urgent” messages. 

From what he could gather with his five-hours-of-sleep brain, Techno was parked outside. 

Begrudgingly, he tapped at Techno’s contact until the phone was ringing. Techno picked up immediately.

“You wakin’ up at twelve now?” Techno asks. 

Wilbur sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, what little energy he has murmuring out a quiet response. “Techno what are you doing downstairs?”

“I recall Phil ‘n you coming to an agreement with the theme park.”

Wilbur groans. “Now? Today? He never told me that,” Wilbur complains. Groggily, he pulls himself up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. The air is uncomfortably warm, but somehow the feeling of the heavy blanket over him still felt lovely.

“I’m only waitin’ ten more minutes before I go up ‘n get you myself, just so you know, Will-I-am,” Techno says.

“I’ll be down.”

And he was, with a fresh set of clothes and tamed hair, more than anything he’d been able to put together the past few days. He tried not to pay attention to how gross he felt, considering the greasy streaks of hair he felt just by trying to make it look presentable. 

And his laundry was growing scarce, it was only a matter of time before he’d start rewearing things from his pile of filth in the corner.

Never mind that, though, he had one free day of being outdoors where everything was covered for him. But the thought of it still made him feel unnerved. Alone in an unfamiliar place that was probably packed with people. He’d heard of the place, probably one too many times over the years.

It was unconventional for Phil to think he would come out of his shell there of all places.

But, he did, and Techno was there, already walking around his car to seemingly come and find him. “That took you so long,” Techno murmured, turning back around at the sight of Wilbur. The brunet hummed in response, trying to sound amused. He got in the car, feeling out of place in such a tidy and unusually vibrant place. But he’d been in Techno’s car year after year, so he couldn’t say it didn’t feel familiar. 

Techno drove off quickly without a word, and Wilbur buckled his seatbelt in and slumped against the window. “How far is it?” he asks on a whim.

“Nothin’ convenient,” Techno mutters, glancing at the GPS on his phone. “But it can’t be longer than two hours,” he quickly reassures.

Wilbur groans. “He wants me to be happy but can’t pick a convenient place for me to be happy at.”

“At least he’s trying,” Techno quickly butts in. “Not a lot of parents do that, bad parents ‘n all. That’s why there’s a lot of orphans.”

“I don’t think that’s what orphan means, Techno,” Wilbur muses.

“Don’t avoid the topic. And orphan can mean what I want it to mean ‘cause I’m the one killin’ them.”

“I’m not fuc—that’s still not how it works!” Wilbur argues, smiling ever-so-slightly. 

It was like that the rest of the ride, brotherly banter between them while Techno still tried to drill into his head that Phil meant good. And Wilbur considered it, which was pointless because he knows Techno is right.

He watched as the time on the GPS went down slowly, until eventually it announced that they’d arrived. Which wasn’t entirely true, because even as Techno made a right-hand turn, down onto the path with a road sign announcing the park in big black letters: “COLONY PARKS”. A thick arrow pointed right, down the road that they were currently pulling onto.

 In the distance, Wilbur spotted an overhead bridge with a big overhanging sign that decorates the entire side of said bridge. A dull brown background, the name of the park in what he recognizes as oversized shoelaces, suitably on-brand. 

There’s strands of large, fake grass that obscures some of the words, and other giant versions of everyday things: buttons, bugs, probably other things had he been paying attention. It was interesting how all-out they went, but it didn’t excuse the fact that he wanted no part in this.

Fucking Phil and his need for him to be fine.

From that point forward, the scenery had changed drastically—there were towering blades of glass that gave the intended shrunken effect (where, if he was being honest, it made his mood lighten a bit). Certain sculptures of oversized shoes or again, bugs and old trinkets of the “nearby humans” lay in the “fields of grass”. He could certainly see the appeal, speaking for the children he knows passing by this very place with a much more exasperated and fulfilled face, while his dull and unamused; trying to hide how eager he was to look at the detail in everything.

“Honestly, I can see why you don’t wanna go here,” Techno chimes in after a moment, himself looking around at the scenery. 

“Don’t say that unless you’re turning us around,” Wilbur deadpans. When Techno huffs, he shrinks deeper into the seat and tightens his arms around his torso.

(*)

“Woah—fucking shit!” Tubbo chants from afar, where Tommy can just barely hear him over the gust of air as a golf ball flies past him, narrowly missing his body. He thought he had that.

The human above him chuckles, and Tommy holds back a rant with a sour “I’ll fucking sue you”. 

“Yeah, yeah,” the human murmurs, walking past him with ease to the next hole.

Tommy stays put, looking back at Tubbo, who’s sitting in the crevice of one of the fake rocks. “I’ve lost my pep, Tubbo,” he starts, and Tubbo’s already giving him a knowing look, but Tommy continues, “I’ll steal you a free thing—just please cover for me, my lungs are dying and I think if this person fuckin’ taunts me one more time I’ll probably get fired.”

Tubbo hums and shuffles up from his spot on the ledge. “I got you, bossman. Cut yourself off, or whatever. Go take a break,” he agrees. 

Tommy’s offer slipped through Tubbo’s finger and he hurried off before he could remember. He bids a ‘thank you’ and speeds across the fake grass of the course, following along the left-hand side of the previous hole then hoisting over the low bricks that line the sides. 

As he lands in the dirt, Tommy slows his pace and basks in his unofficial break.

He approaches the small hut for mini-golf booking, where Karl was leant against the counter with his phone in front of him. Lucky bastard, getting to use a phone with such ease.

Briefly, the worker noticed the tiny and Tommy nodded at him solemnly, and Karl offered a small smile and returned to the device.

Tommy ignores his jealousy (and his impulsive desire to steal it) and carries on, ducking under the tiny-worker entrance and slumping his shoulders as a gust of air-conditioned room hits him instantly.. 

Quiet feedback from his earpiece-turned-radio breaks the quiet silence, and Karl looks down at him. Tommy in return pauses, looking up at him. 

There’s only a beat of passing silence before Karl chimes in with, “Hey, Tommy.”

“Hi Karl,” Tommy greets, wavering his previous path to cut across the floor; closer to the human. “You giving me a boost up? All the newcomers that are gonna have their mind fuckin’ blown when they come in here,” Tommy grins, “You know I just gotta see that.”

“Why should I help you?” Karl asks, and Tommy scowls at the question. “Will you put in a good word for me?”

“Oi! Come on Karl, don’t be a dick,” he yells up, scoffing.

Karl stares down at him, hand cupping his chin.

Fuck this. “Fine, dickhead. Who to, fuckin’ Big Q again?”

“Actually–yeah.”

Tommy makes a gagging noise, shaking his head. “You fucking romantic,” Tommy jokes—though he can’t say there wasn’t sincerity to it; he never saw the appeal of romance. But, the longer Karl stares at him with an expression even Tommy can quite literally not say no to, he shrugs. “I’ll try again, then, but I won’t accept assholery against me when he rejects you. Again.”

Karl nods, satisfied, then crouches down with his hand extended. With practised ease, Tommy steps on and adjusts his footing. 

The human stands, and Tommy watches greedily as a view of the opening-hour crowds start fumbling in. Amusingly enough, Tommy also has a view of the human he was up against earlier. 

He steps off of Karl’s hand and rushes across the counter. Karl returns to his phone, and Tommy takes a seat near the edge closest to the crowd.

There are the usual: families of three or four with giddy smiles as they ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ at the decor as they try to ignore the inconvenient rush of people, and the couples that look too happy to be there. There’re grandparents with their kids, large groups of teenagers and large groups of adults, kids—everything. 

But, one person in particular stands out to Tommy. There’s no kid clung to his side or running off, not a partner at his shoulder. He doesn’t look particularly invested; his shoulders are shrunk in on himself and his lanky torso, and frankly Tommy can’t say anyone has stood out quite like that in such an unordinary way. 

Usually, the people who catch his attention are those with colourful clothes or boisterous voices and laughter. This guy is making himself small, and he looks quiet at best. It’s funny—someone so tall and dull couldn’t blend in with a familial crowd, but he attempted it anyway, and it was amusing to watch. Simple as that.

(*)

Kill him. Right here, right now, kill him. 

Phil’s interpretation of fun and relaxation is still puzzling to him, because as eager people run from every direction and pay no mind as they brush against his still form, it doesn’t feel relaxing. He can only imagine the park stretching out for miles, and he can’t say that trudging any deeper would make this jungle of people any more coherent.

So, he looks to his left and makes a beeline over to the least crowded place he can find.

He goes sideways against the crowd, keeping his eyes narrowed to try and keep his vision straight ahead. He stumbles as he catches himself before he trips over a stroller, and just manages to find his footing on the path leading up to the attraction. 

It’s a simplistic design, holding nothing special against the initial drive up, with towering flowers that cast a shadow over some areas, fake rocks that seem to fit in like pebbles against the flowers. 

Wilbur takes a habitual look around, noticing the layout of a golf course. 

Lucky find, he muses.

The path cuts short and opens to a wider area, where a wooden (yet somehow still posh-looking) stand is built. Behind the counter, a worker who couldn’t have been older than twenty five was scrolling idly through his phone. As Wilbur approaches awkwardly, he seems to catch the worker’s attention. He looks up, flashing a genuine smile as he sets his phone down.

“Hello,” Wilbur greets.

“Hey!” The worker greets back, and Wilbur tries to compose himself to talk. “Look, let me be honest with you, I’ve never been here before and I just—I think I need something to pass the time.”

Karl (if his nameplate had a say in it) nods along, looking fairly interested for any theme park worker. “Uh, do you want to try a few rounds on the course?” 

“Yeah, that might be a better start than sitting around,” Wilbur agrees. Out of the corner of his eye, something shifts, but he can’t pay attention to it for long before Karl’s talking to him again.

“Okay, and have you been introduced to the rent-a-tiny feature?”

“Uh—oh, they may have mentioned it. I can’t say I was listening,” Wilbur explains. Karl nods. 

“Oh. Well, newer members get it free,” Karl begins, ducking behind the counter, “but that is specifically for attractions. To take them around the park it would be extra,” Karl pops back up. “And there’s a new-member discount for that as well, usually for if it was paid online. But it’s totally optional!” Karl finishes, finally, and Wilbur takes it in.

“I—my dad set this up, I wouldn’t know what features he got. Again, I wasn’t exactly listening when they read it over.”

The conversation continued, back-and-forth for another five minutes until it was squared away that Phil had opted for the rent-a-tiny feature, which he hadn’t been thrilled to discover. But it was valuable money to Phil, and in one angle it was for a good cause. And so, again, his conscience won.

Karl had fitted him for the club and left him to choose a ball, while the worker set off to find a tiny. It was startling to know he was going to see one, purely because of his uncertainty that he would manage to handle such a small thing—person—whatever. It was unnerving.

And that’s why his heart ran nervously when Karl finally emerged, something wedged between his forefinger and thumb.

A borrower. A real fucking borrower. Wilbur tries to hide his suddenly piqued interest in the being, watching as calmly as possible as the two approached and the borrower was set down onto the counter. He looked irritated, but still put on a fake, flashy smile for customer-him. 

“Hello, you’ve interrupted my break time but I can take a break for you, I saw you over there,” the borrower points to the crowd to Wilbur’s left of them, “and you looked all sad as shit,” the borrower finishes. His voice was so loud, so clear, no stutter in sight and swearing proudly. It was hard not to seem impressed.

“Good luck with him, and have a good game!” 

Wilbur tucks the club under his arm and pockets the golf ball, then stares at the borrower. 

“Uh—” Wilbur’s voice ran dry. Karl had disappeared out of sight, and that left the two standing there. 

“Dy’a want me to walk then, dick?” 

“Ah—no, I can just pick you up?”

“You’re one of those people?” The borrower asks, raising an eyebrow at him in plain frustration. Wilbur feels guilty, but he does feel an underlying irritation of his own. “Look, set your hand down. I won’t bite you,” the borrower instructs. Wilbur obliges reluctantly, slowly approaching his hand to the counter. “And while I’m at it, since you’re a bitch and got me for a day, I’m Tommy. Big T.”

Wilbur rests his hand on the surface and responds “Wilbur”. 

Tommy nods and turns his attention to his transportation, which Wilbur has been focussed on excruciatingly long to keep steady. As tiny skin brushes onto his, Wilbur’s entire body freezes. In that moment, his strength is kept in keeping his hand still. It was also at this contact that Wilbur remembered how touch starved he had been as of lately, with days of laying in bed with nothing but a blanket and his clothes stuck to him. 

And now, there was a borrower climbing into the palm of his hand, settling right in the crevice where his fingers couldn’t help but curl at the touch. 

Wilbur tries to shake away the feeling of contact against his hand and turns away, Tommy kept carefully in his palm. 

“It’s fucking stupid to be scared of something smaller than you, pussy,” Tommy says, looking up at him through Wilbur’s curled fingers. 

Wilbur furrows his brows and looks down in return, shaking his head. “I’m not scared of you, I never implied that,” he argues.

“Uhuh. You seem to be going the wrong way, I recall the first hole being back there,” Tommy says, grinning like he’s already known.

Wilbur turns on his heel and starts off in the right direction. “And you didn’t want to tell me?”

“Well, you don’t seem like the most talkative fella’,” Tommy points out. Wilbur furrows his brows.

He laughs half-heartedly. “That’s fair.”

(*)

So much for a break.

He watches as Tubbo grins at him from the last hole, while he’s sat in a palm at the very first one. Tommy wrinkles his face and flips the other off, who in return follows suit.

Then Tubbo is distracted by the other human, leaving Tommy alone again. 

Might as well be worth it to pry Wilbur out of his shell if their day was going to have any confirmation of a good ending. 

“Alright,” Tommy announces, shuffling up from his spot on Wilbur’s palm and pushing his fingers away. The human obliges, standing scarily still. “How—how uh, how do you want to play?”

“I have no fucking clue what that means,” Wilbur says.

Tommy frowns. “Okay, well, I can help you, or I can, well, not help you—which I’ll be fair, either way ends in me not helping you, unless you're really lucky. And I don’t think you’ll be lucky enough, even though you are a sad, sad guy."

“I’m not sad!”

Tommy stares at him. 

“Okay, whatever, you caught me,” Wilbur says sarcastically. “And do whatever you fucking want, I’m sure I could punt you no matter you’re advantage,” the human says, chortling. Tommy gasps. 

“Fucking try me. Bitch.”

Wilbur hums and crouches down carefully, an irritating slowness to his movements that makes Tommy’s world go by in slow-motion. He’s scrambling for purchase on the fake grass as soon as he knows he can, which happens to instantly trigger a reaction from Wilbur, who’s other hand moves to catch him. 

Tommy lands on more skin, the softness of the landing being both comforting and infuriating. 

“Oi! I can handle myself,” Tommy yells as Wilbur takes the initiative to let him down. “I value my safety, I wouldn't've jumped if I didn’t, dickhead.”

The gentle-ness continued for the remainder of the game. And despite Tommy’s request for a stronger hit, (which he did execute a couple times, until it dispersed into small and lazy hits), he never seemed to take it to heart. 

But, the game did eventually end.

There wasn’t any winner that got to celebrate, it was just a little bit of a lighter mood. Tommy, hesitant as he would be to ever admit it to the human, had taken a liking. It was rewarding to watch a more violent part of him come out the more Tommy kept pushing him.

The rest of the day was ahead of them, and Wilbur had already seemed more eager than he had been to interact with the tiny. 

—–—

EUEUEUEUEUUE IT'S REEEEEEEAAAAAL !!!!!!!!!

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For Her Sake - Chapter 6

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Alex climbs out of the cab and stares up at the L-Corp building, impressed by the sheer size and elegance of it and extraordinarily anxious about the interview she’s about to be attending with Lena Luthor, the CEO.

Kara has spent the last two days trying to convince her that the job is already hers and that she doesn’t need to panic because Lena has already offered her the position but after what Lena saw of her during their impromptu meeting, there’s no way she can believe she’s capable of anything.

She literally saw Kara carrying her because she was in that much pain and couldn’t walk but then again, she did seem pretty sincere when she was telling her about the accessibility of the buildings and it is a desk job so maybe she is just one of the less ableist people in the city. Well, that or she needs to make it look like she isn’t an ableist.

Kara hasn’t really said much other than that the job is doing paperwork at some downtown branch of L-Corp so she’s not really sure what to expect but she’s not complaining. She’s here to convince Lena that she’s more than capable of doing whatever job Lena wants her to do because she’s been out of action for too long and she needs to start making some money to support her family.

Alex still can’t believe she was so stupid to not have good insurance to cover her medical bills properly in the first place, she was a damn paramedic for god’s sake and she was always hearing and seeing the horror stories of people that couldn’t afford their medical bills, she just never thought that she’d be one of them.

She takes a deep breath as she strolls through the doors, tension sitting heavy on her shoulders as she clutches at her resume that she’s holding to her chest.

The woman at the front desk smiles politely at her when she stumbles over. “Um, hi. I have a meeting with Ms Luthor.”

The polite smile drops quickly. “Ms Luthor doesn’t do meetings on Thursdays, she never has.”

“I arranged it, could you maybe check? My name is Alexandra Danvers, I have a meeting about a job.” Alex stutters her way through the explanation, her heart pounding and her legs aching from the stress and the way she’s nervously rocking on her heels. “Please.”

The woman looks even less amused the more she speaks, her face deadly as her voice becomes much sterner. “We have a recruitment team for a reason, Ms Luthor doesn’t handle job applications, she’s a very busy woman this is a very large company. If you’re after a job you can always look at the vacancies on the L-Corp website. Please leave and have a great day.”

Alex’s jaw drops. What’s she meant to do now? She literally met Lena Luthor and Kara’s been texting her to confirm that she’s meant to be here but somehow she’s getting turned away before she even makes it past the lobby. Maybe this was all some sick joke, the woman Kara was with must have been some con artist.

Her eyes flit across the desk as she tries to find something to say, something that can convince this woman that she really does have a reason to be here but she comes up short.

The woman grows impatient with her. “You can leave the way you came in.”

“Please, can you just check for my name? If it’s not in your systems then I’ll leave with no trouble. I need this, please.” She begs, her resume crumpled around the edges and her watch ticking annoyingly on her wrist, reminding her that she is going to be late.

She’d planned it perfectly so she’d be a couple of minutes early but she hadn’t accounted for this so now she’s going to be late and she’s not going to get the job and Kara is going to have to keep breaking her back to provide for her.

The woman shakes her head, picks up her phone and presses a button, “security to the front desk please.”

Alex steps back, her eyes wide and frightened. “No, no. I’m going, I’m going. You can explain to Ms Luthor why I didn’t show up for our meeting, so have fun with that.”

She starts to storm away, insulted and embarrassed and angry.

“Alex!” Lena’s suave voice calls out as she’s halfway to the door. “Wait!”

Alex freezes where she stands, turning quickly to the voice she recognises from the other day. “Ms Luthor?”

“That’s me. Did you change your mind about the job? You look like you’re leaving.” Her eyebrows are drawn together, her confused expression looking out of place against her maroon three-piece suit and her slick ponytail.

Alex’s fingers pinch at the paper in her hands so tightly that her nails start to shred the paper. “Um, no. I kind of got kicked out. They said you don’t have meetings on Thursdays.”

Lena’s face goes through a few emotions before settling on annoyance. “Who?”

“The woman at the front desk.”

“New hire, it’s her first job and she’s already letting the power get to her head. Unfortunately, you’re not the first person she’s turned away that I have meant to be meeting with, I had to spend three hours on the phone last week apologizing to an investor and let her off with a warning because she’s new but for some reason, she’s got it in her head that I don’t work on Thursdays or something. I don’t know.”

Alex isn’t sure what she’s meant to say to that but it doesn’t matter anyway because Lena is striding her way over to the front desk.

“Hannah, I told you last week that you can’t just turn away people without checking the system, it’s lucky I came down here to wait for Ms Danvers that I caught her as she was leaving or else this would have been the second important meeting I missed because of your inability to do the job you’ve been trained to do. I’ll be speaking to your direct supervisor about this.” Lena keeps her voice steady but the words drip with the harsh sting of disappointment that even makes Alex cringe as she listens in on the conversation.

“Yes, Ms Luthor, I’m sorry. I’ll check the system from now on.”

“Good.” Lena snaps before turning her attention back to Alex. “I’m sorry about that, shall we head up to my office?”

Alex nods and Lena begins to lead them down a hallway and for a second Alex internally groans as she sees how packed the elevators are but then sighs in relief when Lena inserts a key that springs a private elevator to life. “Nifty.”

“Quite.” Lena smiles. “I haven’t heard anyone say that in years.

“It’s Kara’s fault. I used to be cool before I started living with her again, her weird speech rubs off on me and makes me look like a nerd like her. I blame the thousands of musicals and superhero movies she watches.” Alex shrugs.

Turning the conversation to Kara is a safe choice, a topic that can lead them into the more serious stuff later and is working in place of the boring small talk people stick to when they don’t really know someone.

Lena chuckles a little, standing casually with her hands in her pockets. “I can imagine, from what I know about her, she’s certainly a character.”

The elevator doors ding as they reach their floor and Lena takes her into her office, offering her a seat right away. Alex is glad for it because her legs are killing her and somehow she gets the feeling that Lena could sense it.

“Alright then, Alex.” Lena takes a seat in her office chair opposite her. “So, I’ll go over all of the details about the job and then you can decide whether or not you want to take it.”

Alex tilts her head in confusion. “Aren’t you meant to be interviewing me?”

“No, I know what you’ve done, I know your work history and qualifications.”

“Um, how?”

Lena panics as she tries to find a reasonable excuse for why she would know because she can’t tell her that she ran a background check on everyone Kara is close to. “Kara. She told me.”

“Right.” Alex nods, still a little puzzled. “I’m sorry, Ms Luthor—”

“Lena.”

“Lena. How do you and Kara know each other exactly? She’s never really mentioned you and suddenly you’re with her when I called her to get me and you’re offering me a job and I don’t really understand.”

Lena’s gaze rests on her open laptop screen for a moment, buying her a little bit of time to think despite the screen being blank, but Alex doesn’t know that. She hates lying, she always has but for some unexplainable reason, she’s protecting a woman that played a part in an attempted kidnapping.

“We uh, we met at CatCo. I was going to meet with Cat Grant about an upcoming project launch I need press for and while I was waiting for my meeting I got talking to an old friend of mine, one of Kara’s co-workers. She overheard me saying that I need someone for this job and I haven’t had much luck with finding anyone and she offered you up as a possible candidate. We didn’t have time to talk because of my meeting with Cat so I got her number and arranged for a follow-up.

“I picked her up during her lunch break, we were going to grab a bite to eat and talk it over, she’s quite protective of you want wanted to make sure it would be something suitable and she told me about your work history.”

Alex sighs a little, facepalming. “I can’t believe she grilled you about the job, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Lena sighs, glad that Alex is taking her words at face value. “It’s a nice thing to see, sisters, looking out for each other.”

“Well, thank you for the opportunity and thank you for driving my sister to me when I called her from the bar.” Alex feels the need to bring it up, to explain or maybe just to address it because it’s an elephant in the room.

Lena leans back into her chair, her shoulders dropping slightly from where she’s used to keeping them tight and strong when she’s in the office. “You don’t have to apologize for that. Honestly, if I was in your position, I probably would have done what you did to help my family. It just makes me want to offer you a job more and no, not out of pity. I can see that you’ve got fire and I need that.”

“You need someone with fire to do…paperwork?”

“Not exactly.” Lena starts. “You would be working at L-Corp’s secondary location in National City and I have found that there have been some not-so-savoury things happening there. I believe that the work and technology there might be being smuggled out and sold by someone there, possibly multiple people. I don’t know anyone there and there’s pretty much no oversight so I need someone who can do their job, resist temptation and report back to me to tell me what’s happening so I can shut it down as safely and as efficiently as possible.”

Alex raises an eyebrow, her lips pursed as she takes in the new information that has just been flung at her. “Oh.”

“This is why I haven’t been able to fill the position, I don’t know what’s going on in there and nobody wants to be on the front lines, which is understandable really.” Lena stands, heading over to her drinks cart and pouring herself a glass of water before pouring a second for Alex, not bothering at all to ask her if she actually wants one. “It’s why I also won’t blame you if you say no. I might be able to find another job somewhere in L-Corp but it could take me some time.”

Alex sucks her cheeks into her mouth, accepting the water Lena offers her without thinking. “I’ll take the job, I kind of hate how much more interested in it I am now that I know I get to be a spy. What is the actual job though? The paperwork part?”

“Oh, that’s mostly just logging the time spent on specific projects and comparing records to check for discrepancies. There’s a lot of undone paperwork there from the microbiology department and for some of it I need someone with a background in biology so they know when the documents have been filled out correctly or when the scientists have just written nonsense to get it done.” Lena feels kind of dumb that she forgot to tell Alex what the actual job is.

“Oh, that sounds kind of interesting,” Alex says, sounding fairly sincere although Lena is aware that it sounds mind-numbingly boring.

Lena doesn’t call her out though. “There’s another catch though.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll need you to gain more qualifications if you want to progress in the company over time. We can set you up with classes at a local college, tuition handled but it has to be out of office time, is that all right?”

“You’re offering me a job and further education? And you want to pay me? I’m in, no more information needed.” Alex can’t believe her luck. More education will give her so many new opportunities that even if the job is terrible she can stay just so she can get the free college course.

Lena smiles for the first time since she got here and it puts Alex at ease slightly, Lena’s toothy grin is a little bit goofy in a way that it doesn’t match her businesswoman persona at all.

“I am and like I told you the other day, though I’m not sure you’ll remember, we also provide childcare for all of our employees so if you ever need childcare for your niece, that will be covered since you live with your sister and share the address with Lori and Kara.” Lena goes on to explain. “The work days will be mainly Monday to Friday but depending on the scheduling for your college courses, we might have to rejig that so you can fit it all in.”

“Lena, you’re literally my favourite person on this planet right now and if it wouldn’t cost me the job, I would kiss you for how perfect you are.” Alex’s hands have come up to rest atop of her head, her fingers raking through her short hair as she shakes her head in disbelief at the opportunity that has just landed in her lap.

Lena shakes her head and holds her hands out in mock fear. “No, please, anything but that.”

“Well, I suppose I could settle for a handshake.” Alex sticks her hand out to Lena, happy when she takes it in her firm grip and shakes it once.

Alex can barely believe everything that’s happening and just sits there nodding her way through the onboarding process with Lena filling in a couple of forms and taking Alex’s ID to be added into the system.

Alex reads her way through the contract slowly and doesn’t comment on the obscenely high salary for the position, just takes it as a good thing so she doesn’t talk her way out of being paid that much. She does suppose that that kind of money is for the spying too though.

Kara is going to be so happy when she gets home and tells her that she got the job and that she’ll have the information about her new classes in due course. She’s so excited to see her little sister realize that their lives are back on the up and up again.

-

“Kara Danvers,” Alex says as Kara enters the apartment.

“Alex Danvers.” Kara returns, not looking at her because she’s searching for her little mini-me. “And Lori!”

Lori comes running up to her mom from the couch, leaping into her arms as usual. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, baby.” Kara kisses the side of her head and makes her way over to where Alex is leaning against the kitchen counter, her body blocking something from her view. “What are you up to?”

Alex leans out of the way. “I made celebratory cookies because I got the job.”

“You did?” Kara grins, so happy that she starts jumping, Lori giggling as she gets swung around in the process. “Alex, congratulations! I’m so happy for you.”

Alex stops her jumping by wrapping her arms around both Lori and Kara. “Oh, we’re going to alright now. I can feel it in my bones. We can get back on track.”

Kara leans back a moment later, putting Lori down and sending her off with one of the cookies, taking one for herself too. “Alex, I think we’ve finally gotten some of our luck back.”

“Me too. Did you know about the whole spying job thing though that Lena wants me to do?”

“Yeah,” Kara says around the bite of her cookie. “I wanted her to be the one to tell you though since she’s the one who knows all about it. I figured you’d be into the idea of it.”

“I very much am.” Alex chuckles. “The pay for it is bomb too, almost 100 grand to sit in an office, do paperwork and be nosy, what’s not to love?”

Kara’s neck cranes forward. “I’m sorry, did you just say 100 grand?”

“Hell yeah, baby. Just you wait until that first paycheque, I’m going to get us out of this dump and into somewhere really nice, somewhere we can have our own rooms and Lori will be able to get back into her dance lessons and I can get her a keyboard so you can start teaching her piano and we can buy good snacks again. We can breathe again, Kara.”

“We can.” Kara smiles. She might not have succeeded with her original plan to kidnap Lena but she’s never been so grateful to have ailed in her life. It’s got them here. “Shall we invite Lena over for dinner one night as a thank you?”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

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Dark Hearts .6

Summary: Cori Douglas has lived a somewhat quiet life in mystic falls. Despite a few slip ups, she has managed to fly under the radar with her best friends. That is, until her junior year when two new mysterious men roll into town and shake everyone up, including her best friend Elena. What will Cori find out about these mysterious men and about herself? Mostly follows the storyline of tvd show but may take some creative liberties.

“She swore vengeance on all men with dark hearts.”

― Lisa Papademetriou, Siren's Storm

True to her word, Cori is pounding on the front door of the Salvatore boarding house bright and early the next morning. She had barely slept after she got home. The paramedics had bandaged her up and told her to get plenty of rest since she had lost so much blood. She could barely stand in the shower due to all of the cuts on her feet but she was so dirty that she forced herself to get all of the grime off. Her dress, now ruined, hung on the back of her bathroom door as she wrapped a towel around herself and limped into bed. 

She spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, the image of Stefan’s horrifying face stuck in her mind. She felt the phantom pain of his attack throughout her whole body, making her toss and turn the whole night. Part of her knew exactly what the explanation was going to be, but she wanted to hear it from the mouths of her friends before she let herself believe it. That’s why she waited for the sun to come up before she pulled herself out of bed, got dressed, tied her pillow-dried hair into a ponytail, and snuck out of the house while her dad and sister were still sleeping. She had a feeling that they wouldn’t be a fan of her going anywhere. 

After thirty seconds of her pounding her fist on the door, Damon finally opens it, smirking at her sarcastically, “It’s okay to not be so literal, Cordelia.” She ignores him, pushing past him and stepping into the home. 

She sees Elena in a living room off to the side of the main entry hall and walks toward her, knowing full well that Damon is following leisurely behind her. She doesn’t dwell on the fact that this was the first time she had been inside the Salvatore boarding house and how grand it all was. She was here on a mission, “I need the truth,” she says, standing between Damon and Elena, looking back and forth at them as she speaks, “I said you owe me an explanation and I mean it.” Damon and Elena share a look with each other and Cori groans, “Don’t do that. Don’t try and come up with some lie to feed me so that I’ll leave you alone.” 

“We aren’t going to lie to you, Cori,” Elena insists, “It’s just…a long story.” she sighs, stepping closer to her friend and placing a hand on her arm, “You should sit down.” 

“You sit down!” Cori snaps at her out of nowhere, almost immediately covering her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” Damon fails at hiding his amused smile, “I’m really wired right now. I’ll sit down.” She takes a seat in an armchair next to the couch where Elena sits down. 

“Alright,” Damon sighs, sitting in the chair across from Cori, “here’s the truth.” 

/////

Vampires. Actual, real-life, vampires. That’s what Stefan and Damon were. They had been alive for over 100 years–Stefan had just celebrated his 162nd birthday. The original Stefan and Damon Salvatore from Mystic Falls history were the Stefan and Damon Salvatore she had met just two months ago. They were one and the same. All those animal attacks that had been happening were actually….Damon. He had attacked Vicki Donovan. He turned Vicki Donovan and Stefan had ended up killing her because she was so out of control. He had killed Mr. Tanner the night of the football game. He had been….compelling Caroline to bring him around to mess with Stefan because he had promised him a lifetime of misery ever since they turned into vampires. 

All of this was being explained to Cori and she had a hard time processing it all, but not a hard time believing it. In an odd way, it all made sense. Mystic Falls was weird for a lot of reasons and the fact that Vampires and witches had roamed around here since the founding almost made perfect sense. Damon had shown her his fangs and the way his face changed whenever he was going vamp mode. It looked just like Stefan’s had last night with the red eyes and the pulsing veins. She didn’t seem scared when Damon showed her, though, she just looked curious. 

“So, in 1864, the founding families burned down a church full of vampires…” Cori is working through the last bit of information Elena and Damon had given her, “one of those vampires was…Katherine, who you and Stefan were in love with.” Damon nods. “But a witch–Bonnie’s dead ancestor who possessed her at that one sleepover–put a spell on the church so that all of the vampires were sealed in a tomb all these years.” 

“Until we opened it,” Elena adds on. 

Cori nods, “Bonnie and her Grams opened it so that you could get Katherine–” 

“Who wasn’t there,” Damon says through clenched teeth. 

“Glad to see you’ve moved through that,” Cori says sarcastically before she goes on, “and the rest of the vampires from the tomb got out and now they have some centuries-old vendetta on the founding families of our town. Did I get that right?” 

Damon raises his glass of bourbon to her, “Bingo.” 

“And these vampires took Stefan who normally only feeds on animal blood, which led to Elena giving him her blood to heal faster….and he was on a bender which is why he attacked me last night.” 

“But he’s locked up now,” Elena cuts in, “we injected him with vervain last night and locked him in a cell downstairs.” 

“Because a cell is something super casual to have in your basement.” Cori gives Damon a look out of the corner of her eye and he just shrugs, “Vervain is the thing that’s in the bracelet you have me, right?”

Elena nods slowly, “Stefan took it off of you last night, didn’t he?” Cori nods,  her hand instinctively goes to the area of her wrist where Stefan had ripped the bracelet off the night prior. It had burned him but he seemed to ignore it. 

“I think he tried to…what did you call it? Compel me?” She glances at Damon who nods and eyes her suspiciously. “He just looked at me really weird and tried to tell me what to do but it didn’t work. I just went along with it because…” the words fail in her throat. 

“You were scared.” Damon finishes for her. Cori looks at him, surprised at his genuine tone and she nods her head briefly. “I’m not sure why it didn’t work on you. The only other thing is you could have been ingesting vervain but if that were the case he wouldn’t have been able to feed on you.” He keeps staring at her like he’s waiting for the answer to jump out and show itself, but nothing happens and Cori doesn’t magically reveal anything that could explain why compulsion doesn’t work on her. 

“There’s…one more thing.” Elena says, walking over to a book sitting on the coffee table and opening the front cover to retrieve what looked to be a photograph. She walks toward Cori and hands it to her, sharing a nervous look with Damon. 

Cori holds the picture in her hand and stares at it intently. It was an old picture, by the year written at the bottom it was taken in 1864 and included the face of none other than Damon and Stefan’s ex, Katherine. But, if she didn’t know any better, it might has well have been a picture of Elena with a grainy filter over it. Cori looks from the picture to Elena, back down at the picture to Damon, and back to the picture again. “Okay, vampires I can learn to accept but this might be too much.” She says, handing the picture back to Elena like it was on fire. 

“Imagine how I felt when I first found it.” Elena laughs dryly. She places the the picture back on the table, “I’m gonna check on Stefan.” She says, wringing her hands together nervously as she leaves the room and heads toward the basement. 

Cori runs her fingers through her hair and sighs deeply, letting all the information sweep over her. “Need a drink?” Damon offers sarcastically and Cori sends him a glare out of the corner of her eye, “Still angry with me, I see.” 

He may have partially saved her life last night but she was still pissed at him not only for sleeping with his sister and laughing at her behind her back, but for keeping her in the dark and letting Elena be involved in all these dangerous situations. “I can’t believe you’re a freaking vampire…” She trails off her mind wandering to the topic of him and her sister, “Oh my god!” she jumps up from her chair and stares down at him, “Did you–” 

“No, I didn’t feed on your sister or compel her.” Damon rolls her eyes, “I got her into my bed by charm alone.” He smirks at her, feeling a weird sense of pride at the sight of her clenching her fists at her side. Whatever smartass quip she was about to fire back is put on hold as Elena emerges from the basement. “How’s he doing?” Damon asks. 

Elena shakes her head sadly, “Not any better.” She turns to Cori, a hestitance in her stance, “You know, Cori, it might help him a lot if you could go down and talk to him.” she says, “Just to show him that you’re okay and that you forgive him for what happened?’ 

The audacity. The gaul. The sheer disrespect that her best friend had just shown her makes Cori’s jaw drop, “Are you serious, Elena?” She scoffs, “Not only did I just find out that you’ve been lying to me for weeks, but your boyfriend just nearly killed me not even twelve hours ago and you want me to forgive him?” Cori shakes her head in disbelief, “I can’t believe you would ask that of me right now.” 

“You’re right,” Elena sighs, running her fingers through her hair, “I’m sorry, I’m just worried about him. I’m sorry.” 

Cori moves to grab her bag and swings it over her shoulder, “I’m gonna head home and…process all of this.” She says, stepping toward Elena and, despite their exchange, pulls her into a hug, “I’ll call you later.” Elena smiles at her reassuringly and, without sparing Damon another glance, she walks out of the house. 

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When Elena called Cori to tell her about Stefan’s recovery and to ask her to bring some clothes to the Salvatore house, Cori was hesitant at first. She wasn’t exactly keen on seeing either of the Salvatore brothers and it did seem like Elena could have called literally anyone else–but on second thought she was trying to keep Damon far away from Damon and her and Bonnie weren’t exactly on speaking terms since her grams died. Turns out Cori was kind of the only person for the job. 

That didn’t stop her heart from pounding and her palms from sweating as she rang the doorbell of the boarding house and waited anxiously for an answer. Her hopes of Elena answering and a quick drop-off of the bag she had brought her were crushed when Stefan opened the front door, his kind smile coated in matching anxiety to her own. “Hi, Cori.” 

She swallows thickly, the wound on her neck throbbing underneath her bandage. “Hi, Stefan.” She says quietly. 

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, “Elena just got into the shower..did you…did you want to come in and wait?” 

She didn’t know why–every animal instinct bread into her bloodline was screaming at her to throw the bag at him and run but she finds herself nodding and saying, “Sure,” before following him inside. The pounding of her heart is temporarily drowned out by the large door closing behind her. She consciously tries to quiet it when it dawns on her that Stefan can probably hear it. 

“Look, Cori, I–” Cori cuts Stefan off. 

“Stefan, I’m not ready to forgive you yet.” She says, the speech she had built up in her head flowing freely before she can think twice, “But, I’d like the chance to forgive you. I want the chance to understand you better, to know why you…did what you did. And if you do something drastic like step out in the sun without your fancy little ring pop there, I won’t get that chance.” She had been told that the Stefan in the woods wasn’t the real one. She wanted to say that she believed that, but the truth was that she still needed time to do that, “Don’t take it away from me, Stefan.” 

“Thank you, Cori,” He says, smiling at her genuinely, “it means a lot.” He takes the bag of Elena’s clothes from her and motions up the steps, “I’m gonna take these upstairs, I’ll tell Elena you’re here.” 

Cori mutters a quick thanks and as soon as Stefan moves toward the stairs, Damon is in her line of site–standing in the living room, holding a glass of bourbon and smirking at her like he usually is. She scoffs in disgust and rolls her eyes, “I hate that you live here.” 

“Hello to you too, kid,” He moves toward her, walking up the steps to join her in standing in the foyer, “I see you made peace with my brother,” he says, “want to try doing the same with another Salvatore?” He motions to himself. Cori just stares at him blankly, her face unchanging, “Oh, come on, Cori, you’ve gotta be over this by now. I’m sorry I slept with your sister when I knew you had a crush on me.” Her face stays the same, “Is that better? Did that fix your emotional boo-boo?” Damon sticks his bottom lip out mockingly and before he knows what is happening, Cori is gripping his shoulders tightly and ramming her knee into his crotch, causing him to keel over in pain and drop his glass of bourbon on the floor. 

Cori raises an eyebrow, “You may be immortal, but you’re still just a man, Damon.” She shakes her head, almost in disappointment. Cori leans down to whisper in the groaning man’s ear, “I believe I’ve said this to you before but, just in case your supernatural hearing didn’t catch it last time; stay. The hell. Away from me.” She stands up straight and turns on her heel, heading towards the door, “Tell Elena I had to run and I’ll see her tomorrow!”

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Cori is getting ready for bed a few nights later when she notices a figure standing on her balcony. She shrieks and then lets our only a slight sigh of relief when she realizes it’s Damon. “Everything okay?” Her dad calls from down the hall. 

 Not taking her eyes off of the vampire standing just outside her room, Cori calls back, “yeah, just thought I saw a spider but it was a piece of lint.” She lies and moves slowly toward her balcony doors, opening them and stepping out into the cold night air. Due to her only being in a large t shirt and pajamas shorts, her skin is covered in goosebumps immediately but she counteracts it with a fire filled glare at the Salvatore in front of her, “What the hell are you doing here?” She asks as she closes the door behind her. 

“I’m sorry.” Damon says, a look of sincerity in his eyes that Cori wasn’t sure she had ever seen before, “I’m sorry for betraying your trust by doing what I did with your sister. Not just by sleeping with her but by saying what I did,” She frowns at him but doesn’t cut him off so he continues, “I don’t know why I did it I just know that I’m sorry and I wish I could take it back. I don’t like that you won’t talk to me.” He admits with his hand held out to her like he’s pleading, “I’m used to people getting angry at me and shutting me out for the things that I’ve done. It’s never bothered me before but for some reason when you do it it drives me insane, Cori.” 

“I think it’s because you’re the first person in a long time that I could relate to and I ruined it. I’m not laughing at you behind your back, Cori. I’m not like other people in this town and I just…” he sighs and looks off to the side like he’s searching for his words, “I’m not saying I won’t mess up again. This probably isn’t the last time I’ll make you mad, I’m just asking for another chance to prove you wrong.” 

There’s a beat of silence in which they just stare at each other. Damon listens to her heartbeat and it’s steady, unwavering. Just like her face. He hadn’t opened up like that to anyone in so long, let alone beg for their forgiveness. But something about this random girl in this godforsaken town was making him lose sleep at night and he hated it. She was annoying, a pest. She talked back and was a smart aleck but he wanted her to just talk to him again. Which she wasn’t doing right now. She was just staring 

After staring at him for so long that Damon debated throwing himself off of her balcony, she finally opens her mouth and says, “I’ll think about it.” Before opening her balcony doors and stepping back into her room, locking eyes with him for one more moment before she yanked her curtains closed. Damon waited another moment until the light in her room went off and he heard her climb under her covers before he moved to jump down from her balcony. 

It was better than nothing. 

[our-reality]

can we please hear about. the s1 or s2 plot please i love your little guys so much

no ^_^

BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS agh it wouldnt make sense to explain the s2 plot without s1 but s1's plot is . im only proud of it in my head but i guess i can try to explain it LAWL sorry if this makes no sense

so season 1's plot revolves around this prophecy. that the highest gods of the universe (swift and python) will split apart but be rejoined by The Chosen One (its not immediately revealed who this is for Reasons) in order to stop the evil guy (vysel) but in the process the high gods will die and the chosen one will take their place . sounds pretty simple right. uh yeah thats the last time itll be simple

swift and python. really never took the prophecy seriously before their fight. they had long lives ahead of them (or so they thought), and besides thinking about their horrible demise doesnt really . do a whole lot for them. other than make them depressed. but when the split happens (and python leaves swift behind) swift suddenly starts to take the whole thing MUCH more seriously. it doesnt say how long it'll take for the chosen one (that's not what the prophecy calls them but its okay) to bring them together so swift just kinda. holds out hope for a while. but eventually they lose faith and only adhere to the prophecy because it predicts sky's gonna die early. which becomes the only thing they care about.

FAST FORWARD TO THE MODERN DAY python's a human and he's an old man and it ends up in this little town called overgaard and he (literally) runs into these two girls named ruby and java!! and within a second of shaking both of their hands it's like oh. they're The Ones huh. (keep in mind he barely remembers anything about the prophecy so like. yeah sure theres two chosen ones. why not. and it n ruby n java hit it off really well!! (ok more so like ruby and python hit it off java kinda hates him initially LOL) but eventually python knows that like. even though he hates responsibility he should do something about. this. like this is kinda important

now python's been on earth for a while. and they know there's exactly one (1) place here that swift can occasionally be found on. and that place is called purity's garden!! and it just so happens there's a gateway to it in overgaard!!! but uhhh unbeknownst to him two humans unexpectedly FOLLOW him into this place that very few, if any, humans have stepped into for the past couple thousand years. but uhhh swift does end up being there and python basically walks up to her and is like "hey girl so i know we havent talked since i abandoned you without saying goodbye hundreds of years ago but i think i found the two kids from the prophecy ^o^"

now swift has been studying the prophecy for AGES. she KNOWS that there's only one chosen one. and sky also knows that the shitbag who honestly ruined her life just came bsck without any kind of explanation or apology for doing so. AND he's just wholeass lying to them on top of that. so she's not very happy until lo and behold !!!!!!! thw two kids from the prophecy come to intervene!!!!!!! and at first swift is like "python these are just normal humans you fuckinf loser". but python INSISTS tjeyre the chosen ones, swears it on every bone in his body. amd she's like "i'll literally prove it to you ill SHOW you the prophecy" but!! when they get there!!!! the prophecy suddenly says there IS two chosen ones!!!!!!!!!!! and swift is losing it because sky's literally spent every day of python's absense memorizing that shit down to the SPECIFIC INFLECTION OF EACH WORD and somehow she mustve fuckijg forgotten that the prophecy calls for two people. ok. Fine. she can be cool about this . itll be Fuckinf Fine. so she reluctany trains these two alongside python in order to become skilled enough to defeat this evil demon thing that threatens. the fabric of the universe actually.

and BADABING BADABOOM that's most of s1 :-) everythinf just kinda follows that plot. and by that i mean the prophecy keeps fucking changing because it turns out having two people instead of one kinda changed everything WAY more than it fucking should. but its okay.

uhhh other than that the negative spirits take vysel as their pawn on the 200th anniversary of his death amd start rebuilding his prescence in the cutural consciousness only to make him like. the most hateable person ever. because negative actions and emotions make them stronger. and vysel's cool with it because he's a shallow asshole who only wants fame and attention even to the point of sacrificing his identity and personality both to the internet gods and to. the kinda demon things possessing him

although the whole training arc is going on (which does get some episodes dedicated to it tbf) most of the episodes in s1 are actually moreso slice of life stuff. a whole year passes between java and ruby finding out they're "chosen ones" and the end of s1 so they still have a lot of time to like. interact with their families or reconnect with old friends (as two conpletely nonspecific examples) . and about halfway thru the season vysel shows up proper and the story has urgency now yippee!!!!!

anywhoozle like i said in that one post. and i should probably explain how this happens so im gonna do that rq . but basically i've talked about this thing called imprisoned rogues before? they're basically intergalactic super criminals . if you do something that endangers an entire planet or more the gods will come up with some sort of unique enless trap for you to stay in for all eternity. like for example an endless staircase you never stop climbing or your consciousness being transferred into an inanimate object. shit like that. and all these rogues are kept in sectors that only gods can make portals to. but the collection of negative spirits within vysel have become so strong they can collectively create one giant portal to send everyone through. where they would presumably die (except for swift who they're now confident they can kill if she gets singled out ^_^). which is much safer than trying to kill them directly. and of course thats the one day java and c+ actually decided to hang out with each other for the first time in 3 years so uhhhh get fucked jobs georg you and your girlbestie get sent to the hell dimension !!!

and yada yada emotional turmoil happens and they eventually decide that letting java die out there isn't a particularly great idea and they save her but by then the endgame has pretty much started. the other gods finally start to help when they realize that this is actually. yk. a big fucking deal. and the prescence of two people is actually enough to cause the prophecy to change so much that both swift and python get to live in the end WOOOOOO (well. they live in some timelines that is. but dw about tjat its Not important ^_^) vysel dies in the process and everything is hashtag awesome the end . oh my lord that took so long to explain sorry LOL

UHHHHH S2'S PLOT ISNT NEARLY AS COMPLUCATED THANKFULLY. basically another year passes after the end of s1 and everyone's hanging out and being friends and whatever. but even after that time swift couldnt shake the feeling that something was wronf with the prophecy. she figured out it was changing but she couldn't understand why. but it wasn't really worth worrying about because they had to stop vysel. but after all was said and done she decided to visit one specific imprisoned rogue in particular, who sought to gain all the knowledge in the universe. so to punish xem the gods GAVE xem infinite knowledge but also put xem in a pitch black, inescapable room, so no one else can possibly hear xyr knowledge. which was what xe wanted in the first place. how fun ANYWAYS xe's not at all important ^_^ the point is that swift finally caves and asks xem what happened and xe's like oh!! some human kid fucked it up lol :) now can you free me now that i told you that and swift's like . sorry buddy its kinda hard to take back your knowledge now that you have it . but we'll figure out something for you !! (sky never does /J)

ANYWAYS the point of all this that swift figures that the human that altered the prophecy is the REAL chosen one. and even after all this time there's still no one to take the place of swift and python (which. swift being the god of all energy is a major reason why they're so unhappy in the first place. so of course they dont wanna put this burden on ruby or java or python.) but they figure that if this humam is old enough and experienced enough to be able to change the future in such a drastic way, then with some more experience and love for the universe they'd absolutely be able to take up this role. right ?

SIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE KID THAT DID ALL THIS IS SOME SHITTY 15 YEAR OLD SCENEMO KID!!!!!!!!!! GET PRANKED LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so they kinda have an issue. cuz swift absolutely Cannot handle being a god anymore . but this kid (named requiem) doesnt wanna do it either. and also said kid is way too powerful to just. stay let loose. so they're like hey man!!!! you can like. change the future and shit isnt that cool. and this kinda freaks requiem out they're like THATS WHAT THE PROPHETIC STRESS DREAMS ARE ABOUT?????? ALSO WHO ARE YOU so automatically they're even worse now

and the main 4 are like. hey. ik we really stressed you out before and were sorry but we can also get you out of here because youre very obviously depressed. and requiem's not great rn but they also Are Depressed and Have No Plans For The Future so they're like. okay. their parents are okay with this btw because theyre. aghh

so basically s2 is about trying to get requiem to appreciate life. because we dont want this child who can change the future to be sad all the time. or angry. or yk. evil. which sounds kinda shallow but they develop into really good friends!!! and they found family each other ....... bless. so they travel the world and see things from so many other perspectives and this is the season where i kinds go creazy with the worldbuilding ....... its for me to have fun . win

and uh . funny story i STILL dont have a proper ending for s2 .......... i have ideas i just need to think of how such a thing would happen. but i will get back to you when i come up with something ! dw

and erm thats kinda it ... there's also a side story with themes and motifs AND two blokes who do fuck all. but i dont talk about that one as much but its okay!!!! i will soon.......... stayyyyyy tuned ^_^