#wait shut the fuck up don't answer that is rhetorical

[panb1mbo]

i need a fucking stretching class i did like two counts of some basic ballet stretch and i wanted to cry. the relief was orgasmic. i might stand at a whole ass 5''1 now. i swear i grew an inch. that inch was purely my spine elongating.

[moondirti]

(first time doing a ask bare with me)

pretty please a continue of the house distribution thing. the fic where she does military housing to afford rent. just a continuation please 🙏🏽

feel free to skip if your mind is just blank with ideas for it x

simon riley / afab! reader • part one cw: dubcon, intoxication, spanking, wedgies, degradation, dacryphilia, very mild puppy play (mostly just pet names)

"Well, aren' you a sight."

Much like the lamplight, his voice is low. Mocking, almost. You'd think he were amused if it weren't for the dangerous way his eyes assess your sorry state, raking the lines of your bare legs to the way your dress wraps tight around your chest. It almost escapes you that he's maskless at first, so entranced by the glint of his pupils, the shadowed irises that pinch a deep, very primal nerve in you.

His lips curl into an uneven sneer, scar dissecting the bottom and running down to his chin. You wipe your nose with the heel of your hand, giving your best attempt at an apathetic shrug.

"I had fun."

"Did'ya now?" He laughs humourlessly. "Mus' have different ideas of fun, me and you. Can' see the fun in getting pissed out'f my mind, worryin' the people in your life by stayin' out s'late."

Spite flares, fear slinking back your throat to make room for the petulance that froths on your tongue like venom. It completely poisons his admission to the fact that he'd been worried, turns it into something pathetic and hypocritical. You storm closer. Wild. Angry.

"That's fucking rich coming from you. What is your idea of fun, then, Lieutenant? Tormenting women who open up their home to you? Walking in on them in the bathroom, pissing all over the fucking seat? Does it grant you satisfaction to make people so uncomfortable that they'd rather be anywhere but with you?"

His jaw tenses, a "careful, pet." grunted under his breath, but he makes no move to stop you. Just continues sitting on your couch, legs spread, simmering. Waiting for you to tire out.

"Shut the fuck up. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can hardly be at bloody peace in my own house anymore! You're- You're... A fucking nightmare, Riley! So excuse me if I went out and enjoyed myself when I haven't been able to do so in weeks!"

By the end of your little tirade, you're an even worse mess than you had been before. Flyaways stick to your sweaty temple, mascara rims your blown eyes. Your panting does nothing to calm the frantic race of your heart, which beats at your ribcage like doldrums to war. You can feel the effects of it everywhere; your pulse, hot and quick, at your eyebrow, your wrists, the arch of your foot.

Riley stands. Your lip trembles.

You're so close now that your gaze is level with his chest. Tall. You'd forgotten how tall he was. Or how wide. Or dangerous. His biceps – bare given his tight-fitted t-shirt, tree-trunk large and enough to crush watermelons – tense, and all-too-suddenly, you find your jaw clutched in a bruising grip. He jerks your head up so your eyes meet his.

"Simon." He mutters. "But you don't get to call me tha', or anything at all but Sir."

"Letmegomff–" You're rendered mute when his thumb and forefinger press your cheeks together, but that certainly doesn't stop you from whining.

"Y'wanna know my idea of a good time?" Purely rhetorical, of course. Aside from not being able to answer him, it doesn't matter what you want. There's a clear direction this seems to be heading towards – someplace where the hand pawing your ass continues lower, or where the length in his pants fits down your throat. Someplace not unwelcome by you, despite the way you thrash and cry in his arms. "It's putting foul things like you in their place."

He shucks your dress over your ass, the fabric bunching around your waist, and hooks a fist in the waistline of your soaked panties. Your mind is so foggy, influenced by shitty tequila and the subspace Simon bullies you into embracing, that you don't process the cause of your pain immediately. Don't correlate it to the way he pulls upward, your underwear bunching into a tight line that cleaves between your ass-cheeks and rubs abrasively against your poor clit. Don't– can't confront it until the force literally picks you up off the floor, toes barely touching the ground, held up by a wedgie and the grip around your jaw alone.

Tears spring to your lash line, tracing miserable treks down your cheeks. His thumb swipes what it can away, pushing the salty water into your mouth, and stays there while you lap at his calloused fingertips.

"There we go. Look at you, brainless mutt. Jus' need something on your cunt and something in your mouth to keep you quiet, hm? Happy to hang li'e this for hours, I bet."

Your muffled yell is met with another laugh, thumb pushing deeper into your mouth to shut you up.

"Shh, I know. Still need'ta be taught a lesson. I haven' forgotten." The stitches on your panties begin to tear, the rips loud and relieving, especially when you start to sag back down to the floor. Simon doesn't take it with any kind of urgency, though he cocks his head at the way you blink up at him, lashes fanning in rapid succession. An unspoken, desperate plea. "Was gonna hold out, get you sobered up for your punishment. But you're practically itchin' for it, aren' you?"

He puppets your head into an enthusiastic nod, which he meets with a faux huff.

"Course you are." The forbearing quality of his tone is promptly betrayed by the way you're manhandled over his lap. Pivoting one hand opposite to the other, he's able to sit on the couch and get you thrown over his thighs in a mere matter of seconds. "Normally I'd make y'count, but I figure you're too far gone for that. Jus' try to keep your wailing quiet."

Your underwear gives in with a final tug, ripping from the soaked gusset to become nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric around your hips. Simon swipes the tattered remains off your raised bottom, taking longer than necessary to smooth over the area. It's all the indication you need to what's coming – his rough palm teases the nerve endings below your softer skin, bringing them to frenzied life. Preparing them to hurt.

When he breaks away, you hold your breath.

The air behind you whistles as his hand comes down.

A sharp, resounding crack fractures the baited silence of the room. Your mouth flies open. Searing pain roars across your backside like wildfire, worsening every second it's exposed to open elements. Your scream is belated, thunder to the lightening, tearing from your throat only after the initial shock subsides.

A series of lighter blows land on alternating cheeks, two fingers returning to gag you through the onslaught. Unlike his thumb, these reach the very back of your tonsils, prompting wet gags as they fondle with your throat. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, slicking your chin with lipstick-tinted fluid.

"Fuckin' beautiful when you're not givin' an attitude, puppy. All stupid and submissive, cunt droolin' on my lap."

You groan, choke, then cry some more when his spanks grow incrementally harsher again. Gratefully, they're never in the same place twice. He beats the top of your thighs, your lower back, the sides of your hips. Your cheeks especially, which start to emit a steady kind of heat the longer he keeps it up.

Eventually, as a matter of coping, your brain starts to consider the cruel sting as pleasurable instead, sending little bolts of pleasure directly to your clit every time his hand comes down on your ass. It swells, fattening up with blood, pressing tighter against the steady mass of his thigh. Inadvertently, you start rutting against it to find more of the same relief, humping his leg like the dog he's making you out to be.

It doesn't escape his notice, of course.

His foot pushes one of your flailing ankles outward so that your legs are spread, pussy made vulnerable to his scrutiny. The next slap is thus aimed straight at your fluttering hole, slick doing nothing to affect his deadly precision. When it lands, it lands exactly where he meant for it to, and introduces you to a whole other degree of pain that has you seeing stars. You're openly bawling around his fingers now, vision so cloudy you can't tell light from dark.

"Didn' like tha', did you?"

"Nngh– nmmph!"

"There's more where it came from, pup. Best listen to everythin' I say from now on, then, 'less you wan' your little hole beat black 'n' blue."

Simon stresses his point by tracing the seam of your cunt, collecting the lubrication there to smear across the hotspot at the top. Presses into it. Grants you a little gratification, as if to say: and here's what you can have if you behave.

"You gonna be a good pet?"

This time, he withdraws his fingers from your maw. Expects a response, even though it takes you ages to recover from the lack of oxygen. You swallow the saliva pooling behind your teeth, inhaling ragged gasps that make your lungs ache.

He pinches your clit when you take too long. Lightly, but it's enough.

"Yes! Yes, s-sir. I'll be good."

[next]

[bratphilia]

the flip side (m. schmidt x reader x w. afton)

note: remember that mike fic i wrote where i mentioned his voyeurism kink? here we go.

pairing: mike schmidt x reader x steve raglan / william afton

tags: bondage/restraints (both m/f receiving), gagging (m receiving), cuckolding/voyeurism, doggy style, spanking, dubcon, dom!william, sub!reader + mike

mike awoke to a low whistling sound. the last thing he remembers is dreaming the same dream he's been having his entire life, except this time, instead of ghost children leaving cryptic messages for him, all he could hear was your voice in the distance crying out to him for help. when his eyes opened and he gained consciousness, he found himself in a nightmare beyond anything he's ever experienced in his sleep before.

it was you, blindfolded, completely stripped nude and handcuffed, laying on your stomach on an old mattress on the floor. he seemed to be in a dark basement. before he could think he tried to call out your name and lunge himself towards you, but he was halted realizing he was gagged by a cloth and restrained around his chest and wrists. he was completely powerless.

"ah, good," a cheery, oddly familiar voice calls, "you're finally awake."

steve raglan, his fucking job counsellor, steps into his line of vision. "we almost got started without you."

mike wanted to demand what the hell was going on, but he can only punctuate it by wriggling aggressively in his restraints. steve only laughs at his helplessness.

"you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?" steve asks rhetorically, and mike had no idea what he's referring to, but he has an inkling it has to do with freddy's, because what else could this be about? "so i decided to take something from you." he gestures toward you. your eyes are squeezed shut with tears rolling down your face. mike looks at you pitifully. he hates to see you cry, especially now that he can't do anything about it.

"as you may have guessed by now," steve rambles on, starting to unbutton his shirt and strip himself from his trousers, "i'm going to use your little girlfriend, and you're going to watch. completely powerless to stop it."

you begin to sob. "no...! please, don't..."

"shut the fuck up!" steve's tone switches so easily. he walks over to you and grabs you by your cheeks and bends down to your level, whispering something mike can't hear, but you obviously don't like the sound of it as more tears run down your face.

steve turns to address mike again. "now, any preferred positions?"

mike only blinks. did he really just fucking ask him that?

"oh, wait!" steve laughs, like him being gagged and unable to answer is the funniest thing in the world.

"she sure is gorgeous. you picked a good one," steve comments, making mike's blood boil. no one should call you that, only him. "let's see... what about you, princess?"

you sniff. "just... get it over with." mike's heart breaks slightly at your lack of resistance, but he understands that steve is probably going to kill you if you don't submit to him.

steve frowns. "well that's no fun."

he walks around the mattress, observing you, while you bury your face into the cushiony surface, embarrassed. "i think i'll make this easy for you two. i'll just take you from behind, sweet girl."

"mmph!" mike cries out against the cloth. he's violently rattling against the restraints, desperate to break free.

steve just chuckles at his futile attempt. "don't hurt yourself, kid."

he kneels down on the mattress and adjusts you to his liking: bent on your stomach so your ass is in the air. steve immediately sticks his cock inside of you and doesn't even give you a grace period to adjust.

something inside mike's stomach stirs. it's a... pleasurable feeling. but one he can't relieve, so it's even more so frustrating.

you cry out loudly. grasping desperately at the fabric of the mattress but your grip keeps coming loose due to the rough physicality of which steve is handling you in.

"please!" you practically scream. "please, i can't take it!"

steve just laughs, almost evilly. "you hear that mike? hear your girl beggin' for me?"

mike lets out a grunt. he can feel his pants tightening. as much as he hates to admit it, he's getting aroused off of this.

the room is filled with the noises of skin slapping, steve's grunts and groans paired with incessant moaning. it was all overwhelming to mike. he shut his eyes, trying to block off the tirade of steve's praises — his 'good girl's, 'yes baby's, 'take it for daddy's, and so on — and tries to focus on the noises tumbling uncontrollably from your mouth. he starts bucking his hips to create friction by rubbing his dick against the fabric of his pants.

mike doesn't realize it but muffled, quiet whimpering noises are coming from him. however, steve notices.

"oh, you sick fuck. you like that, huh? like watching a stranger fucking your girlfriend, huh?" steve asks with a wide smile on his face. then he grips you by your hair so you can look at him. "look at him, sweetheart. see how pathetic he is? he's getting off to this."

fuck, your eyes. mike comes from that alone. he stops bucking his hips and just watches you listlessly, in true post-orgasm-clarity fashion. steve's grunts grow louder and more ravenous, until he eventually reaches his own orgasm. he pulls out of you and spills his seed all over your lower body. steve sits down on his knees at the edge of the mattress while you lay there, crying and shaking.

"i might have to keep you two," he says, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

[samonroegf]

champagne coast — james kelly

summary : when james knows he's going to be going to prison for a long time, he stops at your house one last time. ᝰ masterlist

requested by @motelofmermaids

the rain poured down hard, echoing against the tin roof of your trailer. you sigh and try to find something half-way decent on the cable channels that were coming in through the storm.

a loud knock on your door startles you but you're quick to answer the door. james kelly stands before you, hair matted to his forehead from the rain. it's been some time since you'd last seen him, but you'd be damned if you're gonna leave him out in the rain.

you side stepped allowing him into the space, “jamie, what are you doing here?” your voice came out a little cold but it wasn't your intention.

“baby, i need you one last time. I don't know when I'll be able to see you again,” he closed the door, leaning against it.

“james, what d’ya mean? what's going on, talk to me please.” he pulled you close, calloused fingers gripping your waist.

“i’m going away, darlin, ten years or somethin’. please just one last time, can't go away without feeling that pretty little pussy around me again.” he sighs, forehead pushed against yours. his cock hard in his pants, just thinking about you.

“oh jamie, what did frankie get you into?” it was a rhetorical question, and you let him pull you close. this was the man that you thought you'd spend the rest of your days with.

he sighs again, before enveloping your lips with his, rough and fast. fingers bunching your shirt, trying to pull you as close as possible. he always has a way of making your brain turn off, his lips shutting down any sign of coherent thinking.

your hands climb up his chest, wrapping themselves around his neck. he gives you a little tap on your hip, signaling to let him pick you up. your legs wrap around him as he boosts you up, pinning you against the harsh wood of your front door.

you can't help but whine into his mouth, he groans in return. one hand holding you up, and the other rubbing circles on your clit through your pantines.

you throw your head back, it's been so long since you'd been touched, not to mention someone who knows your body like it's his.

“fuck, doll, you're so wet f’me. think you're ready?” his movements don't stop, but he's looking into your eyes, he needs to make sure you're okay.

“ready, jamie, please fuck me.” you’re needy for him and if he doesn't fill you up soon, you might combust.

he just shoved his pants and underwear down just under his cock. pushing your panties to the side, he's running out of time. or at least, that's how he feels right now.

there's already sweat collecting on the back of your neck. he pushed his cock into your cunt, cursing under his breath as your walls swallow him.

“always take me so well, pretty girl.” you're a whining mess, only being able to babble out his name over and over again. his hips piston, letting the head of his dick hit that special spot, thr one makes you feel like you're falling apart.

you bite into his shoulder, needing some grasp of control as you're being ruined by your high school sweetheart. he groans out because of it, making him go even faster.

“fuck baby, you close?" he asks, gruffly. you nod, hastily against him. he continues to rub harsh circles on your clit making you come with him.

“jamie!” you moan, basically scream as you cream around his cock, his cum filling up your unprotected cunt. he smiles lovingly down at you, helping you down and onto the couch.

he cleans you up and sprawls on the couch with you, “wish i didn't have to go,” he sighs and presses a kiss onto the top of your head.

“i’ll come visit you, jamie, i promise. don't try to force me away, promise me you won't.” he looks away from you at your confession, a disgruntled look on his face.

“a decade is a long time, doll. I don't want you to wait for me. it's not fair to you,” he sounds so sad. like he thought he didn't deserve someone who would want to wait for him.

“that’s my decision, not yours. you don't get to choose that for me.” your voice is soft, you're not upset with him. you just love him.

“i love you, baby. thank you.”

[halsteadlover]

Exam Buddy

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Female!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if I could please request a Jay Halstead x Detective Student Reader (she’s in her last year of her uni/established relationship) stressed out with her exams and Jay just comforts her kinda like a fluff to smut path? Thank you inadvance! :) loved your writing so I decided to request for the first time!

• Warnings: mention of nudity, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (always practice safe sex you guys), cursing, ugly ass writing (yeah that’s a warning too).

• Word count: 5182.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. That’s honestly so bad I don’t know what to think 😭 I hope you’ll like this piece regardless, please let me know what do you think, like, comment and reblog if you want. Thank you so much for your constant support, I will never shut up about it but I’m so grateful for all of you.

“Baby I'm home!”.

Jay announced as he walked through the door of the apartment you two shared, frowning when he got no response. There was an almost deathly silence in the house and he even doubted you were home for a moment.

“Baby? Where are you?” Jay spoke again placing the bags containing dinner on the kitchen table and then heading to your bedroom. He opened the door and a smile was born on his lips when he saw you sitting on the bed, your back to him. He went out in the afternoon and found you in the same position as he left you in the evening.

Without seeing your face, he already knew you had a pen between your lips as you chewed it in frustration. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun and you were wearing a t-shirt, obviously Jay's.

Numerous papers and notes were scattered on the bed, a sign you were still rehearsing and studying for your next detective exam. Jay walked over to the bed, realizing you hadn't even realized he was there yet.

“Hey,” he said placing his hands on your eyes, roaring as you literally jumped in fright.

“Are you out of your mind?! You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed raising your voice, your hand resting on your chest as you waited for your heartbeat to return to normal. “Go away, don't touch me,” you pushed him away when he, while he was still laughing out loud, tried to hug you. “You're a piece of shit you know that? You can't pop on me like that fuck's sake!”.

“Sorry love, I didn't mean to scare you,” Jay tried to justify himself, smiling at you. You rolled your eyes and returned your gaze to the note sheet you were trying to memorize. He removed some papers to make space and sat in front of you, so he could have a good look at you. “Why aren’t you looking at me?” he chucked.

“I'm mad at you now.”

“Why’s that my sweet princess?”.

“Because you almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaimed looking at him not amused at all.

Jay tried to hold back his laughter and pulled you by your hands, wrapping you in a hug. “In my defense, I called you several times and you didn't answer me,” he kissed your forehead as he stroked your back “Can I make it up to you with dinner? I brought some Mexican, your favorite.”

Your eyes lit up when you heard those last words and in that same instant your stomach rumbled. “Mh, maybe.”

Jay chuckled and squeezed you tighter. “Now woman, are you going to give me a kiss or not? I missed you so much today.”

You smiled and lifted your head, placing a hand on his cheek and drawing him to you in a kiss. He almost moaned into the kiss, having no idea how much he'd missed your lips until they were pressed against his.

His hand stroked the side of your face, and a sigh escaped your lips as he let his tongue slip in your mouth, deepening the kiss and completely taking your breath away.

“Come on love let's go eat, I can't waste time, I still have to study,” you murmured once you pulled away.

“Since when is kissing your boyfriend a waste of time?” he asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow.

You jostled him playfully. “Don't say that, you know exactly what I mean. I have the exam in three weeks and I'm literally not even halfway through the program, Jay I can't...”

“Hey, hey, hey, stop,” he soothed you placing his hands on your cheeks, “My love, everything will be fine, I know how you feel and I know you're under a lot of stress. How about we go eat now? Let's talk a bit and if you want I'll help you study later mmh?”.

You and Jay sat on the couch eating dinner and talked about how your days had gone. However, your mind was not at ease and you couldn’t stop thinking about the amount of pages you’d have to study and how little time you had. Anxiety was gripping your stomach and by then you couldn't concentrate anymore on nothing else but this damned exam.

Jay was trying to be as close to you as he could. His heart ached to see you so stressed out and worried, and God, he would’ve taken all the anxiety you felt not letting you worry one second of your life. He knew how you felt, he too had been there, but seeing you like this wasn't equally easy and not being able to do anything to make you feel more serene made him feel helpless like few other times in his life.

It felt like your life revolved around this damn exam. You couldn't think of anything else anymore. When you woke up in the morning the first thought was to go to study and when you went to sleep the last thought was how much you should’ve study the day after. You knew it wasn't healthy and you knew you were on the verge of loosing your mind.

It was just after midnight when Jay woke up.

He didn't realize he fell asleep and when he touched the side of the bed, he wasn't surprised to find out you weren't there. He sighed before sitting on the bed and standing up, walking towards the living room where – as he suspected – he found you.

You were sitting on the sofa, countless papers scattered around you as you stared at the notes resting on your legs. You went there to let Jay rest after he fell asleep while you studied. At that point, though, you couldn't even understand what you were reading anymore but you didn't want to give up, you couldn't.

Jay approached you from behind and was careful this time to make sure to let you know he was there. “Baby,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders and starting to massage them. God, you were tighter than a violin string.

That pleasant touch made you close your eyes for a few seconds, throwing your head back and touching Jay's bare abdomen.

“What are you doing awake? Go to sleep honey, it's been a long day for you,” you muttered, eyes still closed as Jay's hands worked their magic on you. He looked down at you and a small smile was born on his lips when he saw the expression of contentment and relaxation on your face.

“I can't go back to sleep knowing you're here,” he replied and leaned over to give you a kiss on the lips “Why don't you come to bed with me? You need to sleep baby, you can't go on like this.”

“I know, but I can't,” you sighed and then opened your eyes, reality hitting you full in the face again.

“Of course you can baby. Do you really think it's good for you to stay up late? I know for a fact you can't even concentrate right now,” he spoke. He let go of your shoulders and walked around the couch to kneel right in front of you, “Your brain needs to rest now, it needs to assimilate and process the information absorbed so far, it can't do that if you keep bombarding yourself with new notions.”

“I know honey but I don't have time... I still have so many things to do,” you murmured, your voice breaking with tiredness and on the verge of crying. Jay lifted his hand and gently stroked your cheek, smiling when you leaned against his touch.

“I know how you feel but this is not good for you my love. If you don't understand what you're studying, if you don't focus on what you do instead of how to do it in the most appropriate way so you can remember it, believe me, the moment you’ll take the exam you won't remember anything because you would’ve bombarded your brain with so much information and haven’t even given yourself time to make it your own,” he stroked your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear that escaped the bun “Don't think about how many things you have to do, it's the most destructive thing you can do baby. You can’t do anything without the constant thought that you have to do this and that, or am I wrong?”.

You slightly shook your head. He was right about every single word he said.

“Better two things done right than ten things done wrong, always remember that.”

“What if I'm asked eight of the ten things I haven't done?”.

“Y/N you underestimate yourself and your abilities,” he spoke softly as you stared at him and listening carefully to what he was saying, “You are one of the most talented people I know, I know you’re strong and nothing will stop you. If anyone is able to pass this exam, it's you.”

“What if I don't make it?” you whispered, your eyes watering.

“Who gives a fuck,” he replied “If you don't make it – which I really doubt – you'll get another chance, and if you don't make it either then you'll get the next chance. I'll still be proud of you like I've never been of anyone else, because I see how much you're committed, how much you're giving your all. But don’t forget this, you mustn't lose yourself, you mustn't sacrifice your health, your well-being for a stupid exam, it isn’t worth it and it will never be, okay? Nothing is more important than you, you understand me?”.

You nodded, trying to pry every ounce of your being to not to cry. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him like you've never done before. “God Jay, I don't deserve you… I'm so lucky to have you.”

He wrapped his arms around your hips, pulling you close to him and hugging you with all the love and affection he was capable of. His hands drew imaginary circles on your back as he stroked you gently and tenderly in an attempt to soothe you and make all the anxieties and fears that tormented you go away.

You left kisses on his shoulder and then on his cheek, hugging and squeezing him again as if your life depended on it.

“It's okay baby, it's okay, I’ll always be by your side no matter what,” he whispered and your heart made a small jump in your chest, starting to beat wildly. God, you loved that man, so damn much and so intensely you couldn't even describe it.

“I'm so sorry,” you muttered so softly you didn't even know if he heard you. But when he pulled away slightly from the hug and looked at you with confusion, you realized he had heard you instead. “Why, love?”

“I feel like I've been neglecting you these last few weeks because of this damn exam and I feel so guilty… You… You’re so nice and understanding to me baby and I don't deserve you…” You didn't finish the sentence because Jay covered your mouth with his hand.

“Quit this bullshit, okay?” You nodded your head and he removed his hand from your mouth, then placed it on your side. “Don't ever say those things again, do you hear me? I don't know what assholes you used to deal with in the past but it's not a burden to me. God baby, I would kill to make you feel better and get all this weight off your shoulders.”

You smiled. “I love you so much, you know that right?”.

He giggled and he gave you a kiss. “I know and I love you too very much my baby. So how about you come to bed with me and get some rest now?”.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers stroking his hair. You took few moments to admire him, observing every single detail of his face, something you felt you hadn't done for a long, long time.

Jay's hands stroked your lower back as he smiled tenderly at you. His eyes sparkled as they looked at you with so much love you felt overwhelmed.

“Y/N don't look at me like that,” he whispered.

“Like what?” you whispered back, while your gaze alternated between his eyes and his lips and occasionally even on his bare chest.

“With these doe eyes, you know what you do to me.”

“I'm not doing anything,” you licked your lips and that was the point where he lost his mind. He sighed deeply, trying to stop the blood flow to his dick.

“Oh baby you know damn well what you're doing,” he retorted, that panty-ripping grin on his lips. Without saying anything else, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss that left you both breathless within moments.

A confused look came over your face as Jay let go of you, standing up. He went around the sofa and positioned himself behind you, then placing his hands on your shoulders again and starting to massage them carefully.

“Mmmh,” you let out a moan as your muscles melted under his expert and careful touch. That little moan went straight to Jay's dick, he tried to keep his composure and not act like a horny twelve year old but fuck, you were so hard to resist.

“Oh baby, this feels so good,” you moaned as his fingers continued to work their magic on your muscles.

“Y/N. Stop it,” he warned you, not thinking he could keep his cool any longer and not literally fuck you right there and then.

“Doing what?” you asked innocently, smiling even though he couldn't see you.

“Moaning like that. You’re driving me crazy.” Before you could answer he leaned close to you, leaving a small kiss on the bare skin of your neck. That simple gesture was enough to send shivers down your spine and make you forget everything.

“How about we study for a little bit honey?” he whispered and another moan escaped your lips as Jay began to leave small and languid kisses down your jaw, your neck where he lingered and began his intense torture. His lips sucked your skin, his teeth nibbled at it, his tongue licked it making you completely lose your mind. “Come on baby.”

“I… I can’t…” you stuttered, not able to function properly.

“Why not? Wasn't that what you wanted?”.

“God Jay… You drive me crazy…”

“And you know how crazy it drives me to see you in just my shirt? It's been so long since I touched you.” Jay's hands slid from your shoulders onto your chest, then onto your abdomen, with an unbearable slowness you couldn't even keep yourself still.

“Can I?” he asked in a whisper and the speed with which you answered was embarrassing. “Yes, oh my god, yes.”

He chuckled and as his lips started nibbling your ear, his hands slipped under your/his shirt, reaching up to cup your breasts. He started massaging it, pinching your hard nipples with his fingers. “Goddamn baby, I love your breast so damn much... So fucking perfect.”

“Jay please…”

He took off your shirt, thus leaving you with only your panties in front of his lustful gaze. He walked in front of you again and didn't even try to disguise the audacity with which his eyes devoured your body. From your shoulders, to your breasts, going down your sides, your pussy - still for a little while - covered, up to your sinuous legs.

On the other hand, you didn't spare yourself either. Jay was there in front of you and he looked like a fucking Greek god. His muscular arms, his chest and abdomen sculpted as if by a sculptor with a hammer and picket, his V-line that disappeared into the gray suit which did nothing but highlight his throbbing erection. Everything about him drove you crazy and the more you looked at him the more you couldn't wait to have him. God you were so lucky.

Being with him was better than winning the lottery.

“Come here,” you said, when you finally brought your eyes back to him. However, though, you couldn't help alternating them between his face and his erect dick that you so ardently wanted inside you.

“Impatient baby?” he smirked, approaching you. He leaned towards you, placing one hand on the arm of the sofa and another on the backrest, effectively trapping you in his arms. You were intoxicated, mesmerized by his scent, his body, by him.

You placed your hands on his chest, feeling how his skin was on fire. He cocked his head to the side, looking at you with such intensity you almost felt like dying. But the way he licked his lips, like he was the predator ready to devour his prey, God, that completely took the breath away from your lungs.

You leaned in to kiss him but when he pulled back a bewildered expression appeared on your face.

“You don’t even want to kiss me?“ you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh believe me baby, kissing you doesn't even come close to the things I want to do to you. I want fuck every single thing you studied out of your brain,” he replied, making you wetter than you already were. By then you were a complete mess and your pussy was throbbing with the desire to feel his fingers, his tongue, his dick inside you. “But I thought about what I said earlier.”

“Jay please touch me, I can't take it anymore,” you blurted out, not caring in the slightest how pathetic you sounded.

He chuckled, further building the frustration and anger inside you. He kissed you but as you tried to deepen the kiss he pulled back, making you huff with impatience. “I'm hating you so much right now. Stop teasing me like that.”

“Oh my little princess is so impatient, don't worry love I'm not going to leave you like this, fuck, god knows how much I can't wait to have my dick inside you, but I've been thinking about something.”

You rolled your eyes, frustrated and eager. “What?”.

“I think you should continue studying.”

“Wait, what? Are you serious? I'm half naked in front of you and all you have to say is 'you should continue studying'?”.

“Exactly,” he smiled at you, taking the notebook you were studying from and placing it next to you “I'll help you repeat and maybe give you an incentive.”

“Incentive?”.

Jay reached down and placed his hands on your breasts, massaging them vigorously before wrapping his lips around your right tit, sucking, licking and biting your nipple.

You moaned, arching your back to meet his movements. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, as you stroked his hair. A groan escaped your lips when he pulled away from your breasts but your body vibrated with anticipation when his hands descended along your hips, then taking off your panties and throwing them in an indefinite point of the room.

At that moment you were naked, completely at his mercy and you couldn't wait to be used as he pleased.

Your breath died in your throat when Jay, without ever breaking eye contact, spread your legs wide enough to have a perfect view of your wet pussy after settling between them.

“Now you're going to be a good girl and study like you wanted to do and I'll be here to listen to you okay?” he spoke while his hands caressed your thighs as a sign of provocation “In the meantime I will entertain myself by licking this gorgeous pussy of yours.”

“Jay c'mon please. You know very well that… Oh fuck…” you finished the sentence with a loud moan when Jay stuck out his tongue and gave a long, slow lick of your folds.

Just licking you after what he felt like forever was enough to make him moan. The expression of pure ecstasy on your face, God, that vision alone was almost enough to make him come in his pants before you even touched him.

“Shit baby I missed this pussy so damn much,” he murmured in ecstasy, as if he'd just stepped through the gates of heaven, his eyes locked on you as you squirmed under his touch. His thumb drew imaginary circles on your clit, making you moan uncontrollably as pleasure coursed through your veins. “C’mon. Study now.”

“Jay… I… Oh yeah fuck just keep going…” you moaned, your hands resting all over the couch in an attempt to give you some support. Jay, however, suddenly stopped and an unsatisfied groan escaped your lips. “What did I just tell you?”.

“Baby please it's not fair… I can't…” you whimpered like a little girl whose sweets had just been stolen. He nodded at the notebook next to you and, letting out a long series of profanities that made him chuckle, you took it, opening it to any page.

“Now read, I want to hear you talk.”

You did as he said, wanting nothing more than to have an orgasm, and you started reading even if your mind didn't have the slightest idea of what you were saying, too focused on his tongue which then started licking your pussy again.

Jay pressed his nose against your pussy, inhaling your smell, that smell he missed so much, burying his mouth in your folds, making you a mess of sighs, moans and groans, making a mess on his mouth, dripping with your wetness.

Jay never took his eyes off you for a second, licking, sucking on your clit and all your fluids. His tongue alternated slow movements with faster ones, making you lose you mind.

“Keep going. If you stop, I'll stop too,” he spoke but you seemed to be on another planet. He grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his neck as you spontaneously squeezed him between them. God, he couldn't have been in a better place, he could’ve choked to death like this and still be the happiest man on earth.

You tried to read, you really tried, but it was impossible. Your vision was clouded with pleasure, you couldn't utter a single word without a long series of moans escaping your lips. At that point you were sure that everyone heard you, but you didn't care, you were only focused on Jay, his tongue and the finger he was fucking you with.

“Oh yeah baby you make me feel so fucking good..." you sighed, now out of breath.

“Keep going darling, you're being such a good girl,” he murmured as he ate you as if he was a hungry man who hadn't eaten anything for days. He replaced the finger inside of you with his tongue, fucking you with it. As his tongue went in and out of you, his thumb continued to massage your clit, making you completely lose all ability to think.

You threw your head back, arching your back as you began to feel the orgasm building inside you, your notes now completely forgotten. Your body seemed to go into spasms and you didn't know how much longer you would be able to resist.

“Jay…” you moaned his name and it was so fucking sexy that Jay wanted to record it and put it as his cell phone ringtone. He knew you were close, after a long time together he had gotten to know your body and knew when you were about to come. Your legs were shaking, your breathing was heavy as if you were running, your movements against his face were impetuous, messy. He didn't stop. He started to fucking you with two of his fingers, and as he sucked your clit you finally exploded into an orgasm so intense you thought you were dying.

You didn't know if you could die from an orgasm, have a heart attack because of pleasure, but that's exactly what you felt in that moment and, fuck, it was so beautiful. You felt your vision blur, your body fluctuated as if you were in space and for an instant you lost the space-time conception.

You remained for a few moments with your eyes closed, trying to recover and come to your senses.

Jay was taken aback when after a minute you pulled him to you, kissing him like your life depended on it. His lips and beard were still wet with your fluids and you could feel your taste in his mouth while you deep kissed him.

Your hands pulled down his pants along with his boxers and he kicked them off, standing naked in front of you in all his glory. God you wanted nothing more than to feel it inside you.

“Baby… Oh, holy shit,” he hissed as you wrapped your hand around his dick and started stroking it. “Fuck yes,” his hips began to move in sync with the movement of your hands and his arms struggled to hold him up as the pleasure flowed freely through his veins.

“I need to be inside of you baby, I can't take it anymore,” he groaned, as he tried to leverage all of his strength to try not to come after even a minute.

He settled between your legs, grabbing one and placing it on his shoulder and with almost excruciating slowness he penetrated you, slipping inside you and finally filling that void you felt.

A guttural moan escaped his mouth and he didn't know how he managed not to come instantly. Jay remained in that position, still, trying to enjoy every single moment, feeling your pussy clench, soaking wet, around his needy dick. You started to get impatient, feeling the need to feel him moving inside you growing more and more. “Baby please, fuck me… I need it so bad,” you started moving underneath him, slightly moving your hips to seek some relief, to hit that magical spot inside you and Jay almost had a heart attack, already on the verge of losing control.

“Jesus Christ… Fuck Y/N…” he cursed “It feels so good to be buried inside you… You make me lose my goddamn mind…”

Finally, he began to move his hips, with slow, decisive, calculated movements and the moans you began to make were so hot they could compete with a porn film actress. His dick masterfully fucked you, tortured you and with every single damn thrust he left you wanting, craving for more.

“Jay please… Faster…” you cried out, your hands on his chest. One arm was around your leg while the other rested next to your head on the back of the sofa. Your eyes were fixed on each other, the green of his irises mingling with yours. You never took your eyes off the other even as his dick came out and disappeared inside you with more vigor, more strength and decision this time.

It was a higher level of intimacy, you seemed to be a whole and not only from a physical point of view because it was not only your bodies that made love but also your souls.

“Oh yes baby… Just like that fuck…” you moaned loudly, completely lost in the pleasure Jay was giving you. Your fingers pressed more firmly against his skin, causing him scratches that you didn't even realize at first.

“Baby I won’t last any longer if you keep clenching around me like that,” he breathed out, his eyes alternating between yours and your parted lips. “Please kiss me.”

You lifted yourself slightly and without having him to tell you twice, you fulfilled his wish. It was a messy, wet kiss, both totally lost in each other as he continued to fuck you. You couldn't kiss each other without stopping and moaning into each other's lips, as the sound of your skins filled the room.

“My god… Ah yeah… I love you so fucking much Jay…” you whispered as your faces were still so close, your mouths touching as you swallowed each other's breath and moans.

Jay didn't expect to feel what he felt with that simple statement. It wasn't the words, it certainly wasn't the first time you said you loved him, but it was the way you said it, so vulnerable, in the throes of uncontrollable pleasure while his dick continued to mercilessly fuck you, so sensual but at the same time whispered so softly it made his heart melt.

“Y/N…” he moaned your name like a little prayer “What the hell are you doing to me baby, I love you so much too… Ah… So fucking perfect, shit.”

Jay felt he was close and by the way you clenched around his dick he knew you were too. His movements began to be faster, more disorderly.

“Yes baby you want to come for me mmh? Do you want to fill my pussy with your cum?” you sensually beat your lashes driving him further crazy, while your fingers touched and stimulated your clit.

“Fuck baby, fuck, fuck, I'm coming... Holy shit!” he gasped and with one last thrust he let himself go into an overwhelming orgasm, releasing every single drop of his cum inside you. You came almost immediately too, rocked with the waves of pleasure that continued to course through your body and make you toes curl.

Jay collapsed onto the couch next to you but before you knew it he was pulling you onto him, wrapping his arms around your body and hugging you tightly against him.

If the sex was mind blowing, the cuddles after sex were almost better. God only knew how much you both loved being embraced like this, one on top of the other, your naked and hot bodies in contact.

“Shit if this is how you study for an exam I won't even get up to go to the bathroom,” you murmured, your eyes closed from tiredness. Jay chuckled, his chest vibrating under your head.

“I'll be happy to help you baby, I won't back down you know,” he replied too with his eyes closed as his fingers caressed the bare skin of your back, up and down, from your shoulders to your lower back. “Babe?” he continued when he got no answer. He lifted his head slightly to be able to look at you and a smile crept onto his lips as he noticed you immediately fell asleep.

“My sweet baby,” he whispered, leaving a kiss on your forehead and stroking your now messy and disheveled hair, at the same time letting out a sigh of happiness and contentment. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me you know that? God, I will never stop saying how lucky I was to meet you and have you in my life,” he continued softly giving you another kiss on the forehead, cradling you in his arms, “I'm so proud of you, you can't imagine how much. Now rest okay? I will always be here by your side. Sweet dreams my love.”

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[gambitxrogue11]

Caligator AU one shot .. Neil, Billy and Max moved to North Dakota instead of Hawkins, where it is run by the sheriff Roy Tillman.

🔞 WARNING: 🔞

Explicit language, mention of slurs, Gator Tillman and Billy Hargrove, minors do not interact.. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT SCROLL AWAY.

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Billy drove Max to her school in the morning before he starts his shift at nearby auto shop.

It's been 6months since they move to North Dakota, Neil was assigned here for "higher paycheck" ..

It was a very normal morning or so Billy thought .. when he saw the sheriff's son Gator in front of the school as well.. it looks like he's waiting for someone .. maybe they're doing some routine check?..

He knows the sheriff son is complete douche based on the conversations he had with him a few times in the sheriffs office and in his bed ..

Gator knows what he is, but will never publicly out themselves since Roy, will kill them if he realize his boy is bisexual.

Gator might be a douche but Billy can't deny that he's sexy .. he watches Gator from afar as this hot moron spits everywhere like a garden sprinkler ..

Billy can't help but imagine what if Gator, would've spit in his mouth instead? and rearrange his guts? ... Having those thought made his pants a little tighter.

Billy's thought process was interrupted when he notice Gator is walking towards him.. he didn't realized he was staring long enough..

"Well look who'tis? .. Mornin' shitbird." Gator greeted Billy

"So what is Neil's fruity little bastard doin' here?" Gator continued

"Just drove my sister to school, shitbird! What do you want? Did daddy sent you back to middle school?" Billy rhetorically answered ..

Gator inches closer to Billy "I told ya' not ta give me those 'fuck me eyes' on public" Gator whispered.

Billy felt Gator's warm breath tickle his ear, his face heat up suddenly ..

"What are you gonna do about it fucker?" Busted, Billy, teases Gator he knows he's gonna get laid if he continue getting under Gator's skin.

"Ya think that's funny Hargrove? .. I can arrest ya fer disrespectin' an officer of the law" Gator pointed to his badge.

"Alright, I'm sorry pretty princess, deputy" Billy sarcastically said still trying to get on Gator's nerves..

Gator eyes darkened, licked his lips and smiled lustfully "I guessed have'ta shove my cock later in yer' pretty little mouth, all the way down yer throat until ya gagged on my cock, make a mess and drool like a lil' baby..

that'll shut ya up.." Gator's voice became a little threatening yet soft and full of lust

Billy felt an electricity course through his body and his half hard cock earlier was full rock hard now, at the thought swallowing Gator's girth.

"Yeah that's right.. ya love that fag?" Gator fist Billy's buldge under his tight pants, he gulp as he felt Gator large palm on his buldge

"I'll see ya around Hargrove" Gator says smuggly as he walks away slowly leaving Billy speechless..

Gator went back to his patrol car where another deputy is now on the driver seat ..

Gator hops on the passenger seat and they drove away.

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[scaramouche-writes]

HIIII since you’re taking requests, may I request cockwarming scaramouche ? 🤭🤭

"The only place you belong, is on my dick."

Scaramouche x Fem!Reader

First Genshin request so you're gonna get all I have for one. Please enjoy~

CW: NSFW!!!! (Cannot stress this one enough) Scara being a bitch. Dacryphilia, Degradation, ElectroPlay

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"Wash that filthy mouth of yours" Scaramouche retorted when you swore up a storm after walking around in the snezhnaya cold.

"I can't help it" You replied "It's so fucking cold! I mean how are you not freezing your balls off" You laughed at your own comment "I mean literally"

Scaramouche scoffed and looked towards the ground shaking his head "You just can't shut up, can you" Scaramouche questioned rhetorically.

"Well if you must know, I am freezing, but I'm not a whiny bitch, like yourself. I mean contain yourself for Archons sake" You acted hurt towards his words putting a hand to your heart.

"Wow Scara, I'm hurt, I may be a whiny bitch that you complain about all the time, but you don't seem to complain about it in the bedroom" You nudged his side with a sly smirk on your face.

Scaramouche just shoved you off of him, and grabbed a fistful of your hair making you look straight into his eyes, his beautiful, beautiful electric eyes of his. Scara then put a finger against your jawline then down to your neck. You were so caught up in the sudden feeling of all this, that you didn't even see that he shocked you on your throat until you felt a sharp pain.

"Ugh" You moan out in slight pain

"Your sharp tongue is going to get you in trouble. When you're screaming out my name tonight, don't say I didn't warn you. Blame it on your own slutty needs." Scaramouche retorted before letting you go.

Your pussy throbbed at his words, and a bit of pain too. You knew you got yourself into trouble, but you couldn't careless.

~Back at Fatui "HQ"~

You and Scaramouche were in his room now, as you had just gotten back from your travels. Scaramouche took off his jacket and shivered a bit. Scara then looked up at you before saying.

"Hey bitch, here now!" He demanded before sitting down at his desk. "I've got some reports to finish filling out, and like you said earlier I'm "freezing my balls off" so come over here, and warm them up."

You gladly waltzed over to him, slowly grabbing his shorts and pulling them down. His errection sprung out of his clothes with a bit of precum dripping ever so slightly from the tip. Beautiful. It was beautiful. You lifted your skirt and lowered yourself on his cock.

"Not wearing any panties I see"

"You were waiting for this, but I guess I should have seen this coming. God, you are such a whore" He laughed slightly at his comment

You were about to say something back, but Scaramouche grabbed your hips forcing you on his cock. You squeaked out. With the amount of force that was in that push, it caused tears to well up. Whether it was out of pain or pleasure, it didn't matter.

"Sca-Scaramouche" You managed to get out

Scaramouche ignored your cries for more

"Shut up. I have work to do. Now warm my cock up, and I might give you a reward for being a good girl."

You shuttered at his harsh words but nodded.

The sound of silence with the only excuse of noise being a pen dragging on paper was enough to make anyone crazy. Especially you. Your pussy hurt with how much you had to sit still. You wanted to bounce on his cock so hard. Every once in awhile you started to bounce, in hopes of getting him so riled up that he'd forget his work and make you his, once more. Unfortunately for you, all your efforts were ignored, and all it earned you was a electro shock to your side. You won't lie that it just made you more excited even through the pain.

"Please Scara, I can't take much more of this torment" You cried out

"Hush." Was the only answer you got in reply

At this point you started to cry because it felt good, but you wanted-no needed more.

Scaramouche couldn't help but get a little excited at your little cries, whimpers, and attempts at his attention.

Soon enough, your efforts finally payed off. Sighing, Scaramouche put down his pen and looked at you.

"You are an annoyance"

Scara then got up, with you still on his throbbing dick. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, he carried you to his bed before basically throwing you down.

"You are so goddamn impatient" His words harsh, but his eyes filled with lust.

"Please" You whimper out

"Please what? Come on, be a good girl, and use your words."

"Please make me yours" You muttered out

"What? I couldn't quite hear you"

"I said fuck me goddamnit"

Dryly chuckling Scaramouche sighed in disapointment

"You really are hopeless"

Scara suddenly thrusts into you with much force

"Ahh!" You moaned out in surprise

"Again please"

The wet squelching and clapping filled the room, along with the sweaty smell of sweet, sweet sex.

"Say that you're mine" He demanded

"I'm-fuck-I'm yours"

"And again" He groaned out

"I'm only y-yours"

"Yeah, keep saying it" Thrusts getting sloppier and his words slurring a bit, made it obvious that he was going to cum soon

"I'm only yours Kuni!" You shouted as you felt your release coming quicker than you thought

Those words and you cumming on his cock seemed to push him over the edge, because he loudly exclaimed "Fuck" before letting his warm white seed paint your insides.

Scara was over you, each hand placed next to your head, and he stayed inside, panting trying to catch his breath. The hair sticking on his forehead was even more attractive. The way he looked at you with those eyes.

Scaramouche then laid down next to you, having you rest your head on his bare sweaty chest, whilst his arm wrapped around your head and slowly started brushing through your hair.

The entire time he was still in you, holding in all the things you both released.

His cock was still "cold" he says that's why he still in you, but you don't mind. It's warm and comfortable.

"The only place you belong, is on my dick"

[ghostxrose]

Of Monsters and Men | Bakugo Katsuki x OC

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Loveliiiieeessss!! Let me know what you think of the story so far!! If I'm being totally open with yall this story is my passion project and I'm a bit hyper-focused on it.. but if yall have any xReader ideas/requests don't be afraid to hit that ask button! Obviously, I love writing for Katsuki, but I'm also comfortable writing for Izuku, Shota, possibly Hawks.. If you have a request just send it in and I'll let ya know if I feel I can accomplish writing something up to your expectations! Enough of my rambles, enjoy the read! <3

Enji had managed to keep up his neutral facade despite the bubble of pride that had welled up inside of him at the sight of his daughter piloting his old Jaeger. He even congratulated himself for being correct in his assumption that Azusa and Bakugo would Drift well together. Watching the two exercise perfect control over Bravo Inferno and perform little tricks was admittedly quite entertaining. That was until his bubble of pride was harshly burst by the sound of the system’s AI telling Loccent that the pilots had gone out of alignment.

He watched with masked panic as Iida and Aizawa tried to get the two pilots stabilized again. Fear and embarrassment flooded him when he watched the arms of Bravo Inferno rise, the Jaeger’s palms beginning to glow molten red. Rangers and techs hurried out of the Loccent Command Center as seasoned Rangers cleared the observation platforms just outside.

“Pull the main power line!” Enji had shouted to Aizawa before he could even think about what else to do.

Aizawa was on the task in an instant, pulling at the large cable with all of his might. Finally, with one last grunt of effort, he pulled the plug from the control panel. Enji looked out to the Jaeger, watching with hidden relief as it began powering down. That’s when the anger began settling into his bones.

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“This is exactly why I wanted to pilot by myself! If she hadn’t gone out of alignment first, then none of that other shit would have happened! You’ve seen my damn sim scores, you know that I would never fuck up like that if it was just me in that Jae-”

“That’s enough, Ranger!” Enji’s sharp tone effectively cuts Bakugo off from his ranting. “You know damn well that you cannot pilot a Jaeger by yourself, no matter how good your simulation scores are-”

Bakugo exasperatedly cuts Enji off, acting like a petulant child, “You’ve done it before! You brought Mighty Endeavor back on your own-”

“Because my co-pilot died! Yes, I finished off that Kaiju and dragged my Jaeger back to the Shatterdome by myself, but I had to because my co-pilot was dead in his harness right next to me.” Enji bites out, anger twisting his features as he steps closer to Bakugo whose mouth is clamped shut with eyes averted to the floor.

“And do you know what happened after I got back from piloting that Jaeger by myself?” Enji asks half rhetorically, but he pauses and waits for an answer anyway, and Bakugo shakes his head.

“I became so sick from the radiation that I was bedridden. My body burned like I was on fire and I could barely keep conscious. For three fucking days, I was like that.” Enji grits out before he releases a tired sigh and partially turns away from Bakugo. “We still do not have the technology to run single-pilot Jaegers, and I refuse to purposefully put any Ranger through what I went through. Marshal Aizawa and I will talk about what happened today and decide what to do about your co-pilot pairing. You are dismissed, Ranger.”

Bakugo bows slightly and, surprisingly enough, leaves without another word. Enji takes a moment to recollect himself, trying to calm the anger racing through his veins, but then there’s a knock at his office door. Crossing his arms to hide his clenched fists, Enji tells the Ranger at his door to come in. The metal door squeaks as it opens and closes, Azusa walking into the office. She doesn’t sit but rather comes to stand a couple of feet in front of Enji. Her face is neutral, but her eyes hold a bit of anxiety among the rage and her anger only aids in fueling Enji’s own.

“Marshal Todoroki, I-” Azusa begins, but Enji doesn’t let her get very far with her sentence.

“What the fuck happened out there, Azusa?!” Enji starts, immediately letting his anger boil over as he lays into her. “You know, one look at your simulation scores would lead anyone to believe that you would be a strong candidate for becoming a pilot! But what I saw happen out there was pathetic and embarrassing! Who would have thought that the Marshal’s daughter would pull a fucking stunt like that causing another Ranger to fail! You let your co-pilot down today, Azusa! You let me down! You were an embarrassment to every single one of the Rangers observing!”

By this point, Enji is too caught up in his anger to even realize that Azusa has started silently crying in front of him. He can’t stop himself from yelling, can’t stop himself from spitting venomous comment after venomous comment. Deep down, very deep down, he knows that she didn’t do anything substantially wrong, but his pride and his ego won’t let him quiet down.

“What you displayed out there today was that you are no better than the Rangers that just got dropped here from boot camp! No child of mine would have made such an embarrassment out of the Todoroki name like that! You almost caused hundreds of deaths and millions of dollars in damages! Do you realize that?!” Enji spits, his shouting echoing off of the walls of his office as Azusa cowers in front of him.

What Enji says next slips too fast from his mouth to stop in time and he regrets them as soon as the words are spoken, “Toya would be incredibly disappointed in you! You don’t even deserve to pilot Bravo Inferno!”

A sharp gasp knocks some reality back into Enji along with the weight of the words he just shouted into his daughter’s face, and he looks down at her. Horrified shock fills her features as much as it does his, but sharing his shock is immense guilt. Enji is at a loss for words as he tries to think of how to take back or amend what just flew from his mouth. Floundering, he just stares at Azusa’s tear-soaked face, her hurt practically palpable in the air around them.

“Azusa, I-I didn’t mea-”

“Don’t.” She states quietly, making Enji’s words die in his throat. “I-I understood you loud and clear, M-Marshal. Permission to be dismissed, Sir?” Her voice is strained as she speaks and she’s just barely able to stand up straight and look Enji in the eye. All Enji can do is nod since the lump in his throat won’t let him speak.

He watches helplessly as she flees from the room, the door slamming shut behind her. Stunned by his own behavior, Enji slowly moves around his desk to sit down. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk, he buries his face in his hands. He doesn’t know how he’s even going to attempt to fix this kind of fuck up. He isn’t sure that Rei will be able to soothe over the hurt that he’s caused. She may not even be willing to offer him advice on the situation, not that he would blame her.

Enji spends more than a few minutes recollecting himself before calling Aizawa to his office. He’s exhausted now, all of his anger replaced by insurmountable guilt. He let his ego, his pride over his esteemed reputation, win just like so many other times in the past. Enji is the one who let Toya down today, not Azusa, and he fears that he really won’t be able to get his daughter back now.

Knocking pulls Enji out of his spiraling thoughts and he clears his throat before telling Aizawa to enter.

Aizawa enters the room quietly, closing the door behind him before he makes his way over to the chair in front of Enji’s desk. Aizawa just stares at the man for a few moments before letting out his famous tired sigh.

“What happened today was nobody’s fault, Enji. We both know that the chances of something like that happening during a team’s first Drift is highly possible. I’m just surprised that it didn’t happen with more of the other teams.” Aizawa says as he leans back in the chair, tipping his head back and closing his eyes.

At Enji’s silence, Aizawa decides to move the conversation forward himself, “So did either of them request a different co-pilot? I’m sure we can switch the teams around, make it work.”

“No,” Enji utters exhaustively, deciding to end his silent brooding. “Bakugo just requested, yet again, to pilot by himself but I sorted that out already. We’ll keep Azu- Ranger Todoroki and Ranger Bakugo as co-pilots for Bravo Inferno, but we won’t send them out on any deployments until they go through a few more trial Drifts.” He states as he clasps his hands and rests his chin on them.

Aizawa straightens up in his seat, raising a questioning eyebrow at him, “I know that I kind of just advocated for them, but are you sure you don’t want to try putting them with other Rangers? I witnessed, just as you did, that they have the potential to work well together, but if they go out of alignment again and neither of them can bring the other back.. They won’t make it out in the field like that, Enji.”

“That’s why we’ll have them run through a few more trial Drifts. If this was a one-off type of situation, then they’ll be just fine. And if it happens again, we’ll either see if they can bring each other out of it or we’ll pair them off with other pilots.” Enji firmly states with a bit of frustration.

Aizawa relents with a sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face, “Fine. I’ll have their Jaeger sent to one of the Bays with less foot traffic so that when they try again tomorrow there’s less of a chance for catastrophe if something goes wrong again.” He says as he types out the message on his tablet, then sends it to the crew in the Shatterdome.

Aizawa then looks up at Enji, the man being able to read him like a book after working with him for so long, “So how hard were you on her?” His tone is knowing but free of any real judgment.

“Too hard.” Enji admits reluctantly before continuing, “I said things that I shouldn’t have.. I wouldn’t blame her if she honest to god hates me now.” He finishes quietly.

“Well, I don’t know shit about parenting, so it’s up to you to figure out how to fix it, but do you want me to go talk to her?” Aizawa offers with tired nonchalance.

The perpetually exhausted man has worked with Enji for so long that Azusa along with her siblings sees Aizawa as family, or a mentor at the very least. Azusa has always gone to Aizawa if she needed to talk through some stuff, especially after Toya’s passing. So, Enji ponders the offer for a minute, thinking that it may help Azusa to have someone to talk to after what all just went down.

“It’s up to you, Shota,” Enji says with a long sigh. “She may not want to talk to anyone right now.” He says with defeat, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his hands over his face.

“Well, I’ll try stopping by her bunk, knock a few times, and if she doesn’t answer then I’ll leave her be,” Aizawa says as he stands up, wincing a bit when his knees crack loudly. “Try not to spend all day cooped up in here, Enji. Go get something to eat, scare the new Rangers, just anything to get you out of this office.”

Aizawa’s attempt at humor doesn’t do much to pull Enji out of his self-loathing, but he appreciates it all the same, “See you later, Shota.”

Shota leaves with a half-assed wave and Enji is left alone with his thoughts, once again. He thinks about stopping by the family bunker to see Rei, hoping that Azusa hasn’t talked to her yet so that he can have a few moments of peace with his wife before he tells her himself about just how badly he messed up this time.

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baby scarab || 63

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mention of doctors, needles, mention of child abuse, mentions of scars, KINDA SHORT?, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

marc was next to disappear, making jake be the only one in control.

and without khonshu he didn't have much.

his daughter was just taken away from him by the police because they thought that she was being abused.

so he did what any sane person would do, and wait.

he knew khonshu was out there and as soon as you were in a secured location he would let jake know.

meanwhile, while he dealt with his emotions, you were just waking up a few hours later.

it was almost noon that day when you peeled your eyes open to see that you were in a grey room, on a bed.

there were two chairs next to it and a nightstand on the other side.

you also noticed the camera in the corner of the room.

you tried sitting up, but when you moved your arms they felt like they were stuck to something.

and they were. each of your wrists were handcuffed to the edges of the metal bed frame.

you pull against them with all the strength you have in your body, but come out with nothing.

your body was still weak with whatever those police stuck in you.

you hear a buzz and the door to your right unlock, making you dart your head in its direction, making you struggle against the cuffs again, the metal on metal burning your ears as they clang together.

the door opens and in comes a man, who was dressed in a tan trench coat, and strangely was also wearing a mask and sunglasses with a hat, and was carrying a binder.

he thanked whoever let him in and turned to you as the door locked again.

"hey, it's okay. you're safe" he tells you as he sits in the farthest chair from you.

you stop struggling to freeze while staring at the man with wide eyes.

"i'm detective wilson, i'm just here to ask you a few questions" you sense a grin under the face mask.

you just switch to a glare. "my dad isn't fucking beating me. now let me go home" you grit out and the man winces comically.

"damn. the mouth on you- okay-" he sighs tiredly. "i'm not actually here to ask you questions- i'm not even a detective" he starts and you begin to feel confused.

"then wha-"

"shhhh! they can hear us" he whispers and you shakily nod.

"i have a friend who has a friend who has a daughter, and that's you- so i decided that i would help my friend of a friends daughter get back home"

you blink twice before scoffing.

"yeah? and who's your friend of a friend?" you ask suspiciously.

"spider-man" he answers cockily and your eyes widen.

"wha-"

"now stay quiet, i'm busting you out of here" he whispers loudly and you nod quickly.

this man takes out one of those big metal cutters out of his trench coats pocket, and brings it down to the handcuff on your right wrist.

you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away only to hear the metal snap before your hand is free.

the man crawls across the bed, over your legs and he gets halfway over before you kick him off of you on to the other side.

he makes a loud noise of discomfort before getting up and getting the other handcuff off.

you start to get up when he rounds the bed when you stumble trying to take a step.

"careful, they drugged you up pretty good" the man whispers to you, and you nod, letting him lead you to the door.

"wait- they locked it" you tell him and he just clicks his tongue.

"oh that? you think i can't get this punk ass door to open?" he asks rhetorically and pulls a gun out of one of his pockets.

your eyes widen as far as they can go and you freeze in place.

"cover your ears, honey bunches" he starts, aiming the gun at the doorknob. "mr. pool is about to bust you outta this joint"

~~~

"okay, now that we're all back we need to make some kind of plan" marc takes the lead, looking to his two other alters.

they decided to separate bodies again, making it a bit easier on khonshu to talk to them.

khonshu had returned a bit before steven and marc came back from deep in the headspace.

"so she's at some hospital outside of town?" steven asks khonshu, repeating what he initially told them.

khonshu nods.

"okay so here's what we could do..-" marc starts, while jake slowly backs away towards his daughters room.

steven, marc, and khonshu were trying to come up with plans, only a little too busy to notice jakes absence.

he backed into the room and shut the door about halfway, and stared around.

it was messy if anything. more pictures gathered on the walls. pictures of yourself and them, and some of you and casper, even one with evie.

jake bit the inside of his cheek as he stepped closer to your bed, seeing your nightstand drawer left open, so he couldn't help but look inside.

while disgusted by the small cardboard box of condoms that looked like it was ripped open by an animal, he noticed a velvet box.

the curiosity got the best of him, and he gently picked it up, opening it to see a golden ring, with laylas name engraved into it.

the ring had a scarab on it, painted in shimmering orange paint while a few heart shaped pieces of metal surrounded it. along with it, a note, taped to the bottom of the box.

jake opened it, half smiling.

'for mom,

i had this ring custom made for you a while ago and never found a good opportunity to actually give it to you. if you're seeing this on mother's day then happy mother's day!! but if you're not then i'd still like to do something with just you. i want to thank you for taking me in as your own, and even though you could never replace my birth mother, nobody could ever replace you. you're the best mom i ever could've had, so thank you for adopting me with my dads.

i love you, mom.

from, y/n'

jake teared up with a small smile and folded the note back up and put the box back, then turning to set his eyes on his jacket.

the leather jacket he let you borrow on your trip to the doctor. it was laying on your bed, smoothed out on top of your blankets.

jakes smile turned into a frown, but the tears didn't stop.

he took his jacket in his hands and sat on the bed, folding in on himself as he clutched the leather in his hands.

he let a choked sob come out, then heard the door creak.

"..jake?" steven starts quietly. "are you alright?" that's all it took for jake to completely break down, while steven and marc rush to him.

"hey what happened?" steven asks gently and jake picks his head up to violently wipe at his wet cheeks.

"we can't lose her- we can't-"

"take a breath, we'll get her back" marc confidentially says without missing a beat, making jake nod and listen to his instruction.

"they had no right" he shakes his head, taking his hat off and tossing it to the side, not caring where it landed.

"jake listen to me" marc starts. "our daughter has gotten into way worse, and being honest she could find her way back all in her own"

he sighs. "but this is different, she didn't leave on her own. she was taken by actual police so it might take a bit to get her back"

"but she's safe?" jake asks quietly and steven nods.

"we promise"

"then let's carry on with the plan" jake wipes at his cheeks. "our daughter needs us"

~~~

"fuck"

"hey, young lady, watch your mouth"

"well sorry, but you're not the one who just fucking tripped" you grit out, letting the man drag you through the long white hallways of the hospital you were in.

he told you that he was going to get you out of there without anyone noticing, and then help you get home.

you decided to just trust him. you needed to get home to your family and this was the only way to do it.

"sir? where are you taking that patient?" a female voice asks from behind you two.

it was obvious you were a patient there, the uncomfortable and itchy gown made sure of it.

"out" he answers quickly, grabbing onto your wrist and full on sprinting away, while the lady yells after you.

"wait- let go! we're heading right for a window!" you yell at him, as he sprints towards a floor to ceiling window.

"i know! just hang on!" he yells back, turning to grab you by the waist and jump at the window, causing it to break, leaving you both to plummet towards the concrete sidewalk.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you scream, grabbing at the man's jacket as tight as you could.

you squeeze your eyes shut the closer you get to the ground, when you feel yourself lift up and swing away, similar to when you would swing around london at night.

next thing you knew, you were standing on solid ground while the man's coat and hat were dropped to the ground behind you while you were being rushed towards an alleyway.

"hey! what-"

"shh! shh! let me explain-" you cut him off by kicking him in the shin, making him gasp, and that's when you see his face for the first time.

it almost looked like a raisin in a fucked up way.

"dude-"

"hey, just listen and don't fucking kick me again, i'm trying to help you" he starts and you just blink.

he sighs. "leave the questions for later" he starts while putting a red and black mask over his face. "for now, my names deadpool"

~~~

"WHAT!? SHES GONE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHES FUCKING GONE?!" layla screams from over marc's phone.

he sighs and looks out the window to his left. "they had reason to take her layla, we just don't know what to do.." he explains while steven and jake were coming up with some bullshit plan in the other room.

"well where is she now?!"

"..at a hospital a couple miles out from town" marc stutters, fighting tears that were coming to his eyes. "khonshu followed her there"

"jesus-  well i'm coming over then" layla hangs up after scoffing and marc's eye twitches before he slams the phone down.

that gathers the attention of both steven and jake, who slowly approach marc who now had his head in his hands, still sitting at the kitchen table.

it's silent before marc inhales sharply and sits up straight, with a clenched jaw while wringing a hand around his right wrist.

"hey, don't do that" steven reaches out gently, separating marc's hands as he relaxes all of his muscles and completely falls onto steven, arms around his back clawing at his shirt.

"we have- we have to get her back" marc grits out in a pitch higher that usual.

"i know, we know marc. we will i promise" steven rushes to reassure him.

steven felt absolutely terrible right now. even though they all loved you dearly, steven couldn't focus on himself but his alters.

because without them, he feels he wouldn't even be here in the first place.

marc tried his hardest to remain calm, but even after jakes small meltdown he felt almost powerless.

"should we go out? look for her?" marc asks in between shuttering breaths.

"i think that's the best idea" steven starts. "but what about layla? she's coming over"

"shit" marc mumbles.

"jake and i could go and-"

"no, i want to be there" marc starts. "i need her to know it's not her fault- and to apologize"

steven stays quiet and sits down next to marc where he was sat on the couch.

"she made it pretty clear how she felt about us forcing her to the doctor, and now it's come back and bitten us in the ass. i need to apologize for being a dick about it too" marc sighs.

"you weren't a dick-"

"yes he was, amigo" jake cuts in from wherever he was listening from.

he enters the room. "but she still doesn't hate you" he defends.

marc just sighs and shakes his head.

"i just want to know if she's okay right now" he says.

~~~

"THIS IS NOT OKAY!!" you shout, earning the attention of the man who's dragging you around tall buildings, earning looks from pedestrians.

"you'll be fine! it's just a light jog!" 'deadpool' turns his head to yell back.

you were still wearing the hospital gown and those socks with the sticky things on the bottom, and it hurt every time you took another step.

you just groan and allow this almost complete stranger in a spandex suit and mask to lead you around, until he suddenly stops, making you run into his back.

"what the fu-"

"hey! what did i say about the language?"

"to watch it" you respond.

"exactly, now let's get you a change of clothes, hm?" he gestures towards the thrift store you just stopped by, so you shrug.

"let's make it quick, i want to go home" you tell him sternly and he nods.

you both walk in and you scan the room, seeing there aren't that many people and that the person at the register was on their phone.

nobody even noticed that you look like you just escaped a hospital- which you did- and the man with you was in a literal superhero suit with two huge swords on his back.

the man- deadpool- almost sprints over to a prom dress that was on display, and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"how about this? it's very sparkly" he twirls it around and you scoff.

"no"

"OOH- but this one! it's perfect" he throws the previous dress to the floor to show you a bright hot pink sundress.

you just turn away with a smile, shuffling through a rack of pants.

"maybe next time" you mumble which makes him gasp.

"really?! you're just the sweetest, we need to hang out more!" he swings an arm around your shoulder.

"you pretty much saved my life so i'd be down" you begin. "as long as you don't like.. murder me or something" you add and he takes his arm off you to shove a shirt into your arms.

"perfect- now go try those on so we can get you home" he starts guiding you by the shoulders to the dressing room.

you just sighed and went along with it, locking the door once you were in the room.

you now notice the black shirt, which had a small unicorn with rainbow hair right in the center of it.

your eye twitches but you decide against leaving the changing room to argue with him.

you slip your hospital gown off and stare in the mirror, furrowing your eyebrows.

it's weird to be doing this in a changing room after you just escaped a hospital, but you can't help but stare at the scars that littered your body.

a gunshot wound on your thing from when harrow was brought back to life, multiple scars on your abdomen from fighting, and some on your face from fights at school and such.

and of course the huge ones on your back from when you got cut by one of your foster 'mothers' by a broken beer bottle.

you look away and reach for the pants, putting them on quickly before the shirt.

it was still a bit cold out since it was only the beginning of march, so you shiver once before shoving the door back open, stopping when your path is blocked by 'deadpool'. 

you raise an eyebrow when he leads you away, and to the doors.

"wait don't we have to pay for this stuff-"

"nope! just run!" he grabs your hand, running out of the store as the once distracted employee shouted to stop just before you turned the next corner.

"wait- this isn't right!" you angrily rip your hand away from his to stop.

he sighs and puts his hands on his head.

"but muffin-cakes, nows not the time to think about what's right, the police are probably tracking you down and your family is worried about you" he walks a step closer to you and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"now believe me, you get back home, and be with your family no matter how much you think you'll see them in the future" he shakes your shoulders a bit, making your eyes widen.

"okay, okay let's just go-"

"that's the spirit! now come on!" he begins to run with you again.

~~~

layla was now at yours and marc's place, pacing back and forth while scolding marc.

"did you even think about what that doctor might do if she saw those scars?!" she yells, making marc cringe.

"layla.." he sighs. "i... didn't even think about it i just assumed it'd be done-"

"she was traumatized! don't you realize she has been tortured by doctors all her life?!" layla rubs her temples. "sorry- i don't mean to yell i'm just worried, what if she left the hospital? what if somebody took her?"

"layla" marc stands up, putting a hand on each of her shoulders. "you know our girl is tough. she'll be okay. we should go out and find her" he decides and layla nods.

"can we come?" steven pipes up, referring to him and jake.

"no" marc starts getting his shoes on.

"wha- why?!" steven whines, wringing his wrists with his hands.

marc goes over to him to stop his hands. "because i need you two to stay here in case she comes back" he tells him softly.

steven just sighs. "i want to be there when you find her.." he says sadly and marc nods.

"i know but i really need you guys to stay-"

"she's our daughter too you know" steven points out and jake nods from where he stands.

marc sighs tiredly and looks to layla for help, but she just shrugs.

"please? i promise we'll get back as soon as we can" marc tries to assure steven.

steven doesn't say anything, making marc continue to get ready to go.

layla just looks sadly at steven. he really wanted to be there when his daughter was found.

"..fine..." steven sighs and moves to the bed, sitting on it and refusing to look at marc, or anyone for that matter.

"let's just go, he'll calm down once y/ns back" layla says, and marc nods.

"stay safe amigos" jake tips his hat at the both of them before they go.

after marc and layla were out the door, that's when steven broke down.

jake heard his stifled sons and went to calm him. "steven, i know you want to help but we have to stay in case she comes home-"

"but she's our daughter too! it's not fair!" steven whines and cries like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but jake gets it.

he would've volunteered to go too if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid.

afraid you still hated them since your fight.

jake sighs. "just stop crying.. she will be back before you know it" he nods to steven, who's beginning to calm himself down.

"yeah yeah, thank you jake"

~~~

"there it is! that's my apartment building!" you stop in your tracks to look across the street and grin widely, deadpool stopping as well.

"well don't just sit here like a bag of dicks, we have to find your parents" he shrugs, walking across the street and up to the doors only to see a disheveled couple sprint out.

"what the fuck-" the man says, staring at deadpool's suit.

he then turns to you and that's when you gasp to yourself.

it was marc and layla.

you stand as still as a statue, deadpool trying to figure out what was going on.

"is that her..?" marc asks layla in a panic, seeing you just stand and stare wide eyed at them.

"baby is that you?!" marc decides to shout and it doesn't even take a second to start sprinting over to where they stood, not even bothering to check if cars were coming in your direction.

lucky for you, there wasn't.

marc and layla both held hands tightly as they also jogged in your direction, before you throw yourself into their arms, hysterically sobbing.

"i'm so- so sorry-" you start but layla shushes you.

"no no, don't apologize" she and marc both hold you as you have an arm wrapped around both of them.

you open your eyes to pull back and look to marc.

"oh honey.. this is my fault. i shouldn't have made you-"

"no dad. it's okay" you wipe a tear from your face before proceeding. "is.. are steven and jake in there..?" you ask and marc gasps.

"shit- we have to go! they are waiting in the apartment!" layla panics, remembering how steven was before they left.

marc then turns and sees deadpool just watching them, fiddling with a gun.

"i- did you help her..?" he asks him and he nods.

"of course i did, if i didn't the author would've procrastinated the whole 'finding home' thing" he waves them off and marc makes a face before guiding you to the doors.

you turn back, right before entering the building. "thank you wade" you say genuinely and send a small smile wades way.

"of course, sugar plum. wouldn't want the readers to get too sad do we?" he the walks off.

you just shake your head and grabs your mothers hand, walking with both your parents to the elevator.

~~~

it was actually extremely awkward in the elevator since all of your adrenaline was coming down, and you look up slowly at marc.

"are you guys still mad at me..?" you ask and marc sighs.

"not now" he mumbles and layla gives him a stern look.

you just kick the ground and stare at the elevator doors before they open.

marc almost drags you to the apartment with layla mumbling curses before you freeze in place at the door, seeing your two other dads.

they whip around once they hear the door open and that's when steven breaks down in tears.

"o-oh my gods! she- she's back!" he basically sprints over to take you into his arms, you doing the same.

"oh darling, my heart, i missed you so much- i thought something bad would happen to you!" he takes you back to hold you by the shoulders and stare into your eyes.

"dad.. i'm sorry" you whisper with tears in your eyes.

steven simply shakes his head. "s'nothing to be sorry for" he basically passes you onto jake, who squeezes you almost as tight as he can.

you struggle a bit to breath before he lets go, taking in your appearance.

"is that.. is that a unicorn on your shirt?" he asks with a raised brow.

you look down at your shirt, and remember that wade had picked it for you.

"yeah" you breath out, then look back up at him.

"y/n" marc says from behind you.

layla was just standing with her arms crossed, shaking her head.

"i need to talk to you. in private" he says sternly, moving to go into house room, and you follow hesitantly, leaving jake, steven, and layla behind.

marc closes the door behind you after you walk it, and you go to sit on your bed.

he sniffles and turns to you. "i'm so sorry kid.. i- i didn't mean to leave on a bad note- not that i knew that the police would take you away-"

"dad" you speak up, stopping the beginning of a rant. "i would've gone insane if i was away from you guys for another second. i should've come home.." you stand up, walking slowly to marc.

"what if.. what if i never saw you again?" you ask yourself, and marc sheds a tear.

you reach a hand up and wipe it away from his face, and he leans into your touch. "i love you so much. i would crumble and die if i never got to see your beautiful face again. you are the best daughter i could've ever asked for, i hope you know that"

you smile. "you're one of the best dads ever, and for the record i love you more"

"i love you most"

you lean forward and take marc in a hug, and he does the same, holding the back of your head gently in one of his hands.

you felt at peace.

you felt.. loved.

more than ever before. by a long shot.

deadpool had sent you a text, saying he got the police off your tail.

you didn't ask how, you were just grateful.

you left your room with marc and khonshu put your dads back into one body, and you cuddled with them alternating, and with layla on the couch.

after you changed of course.

into one of your moms shirts and stevens sweatpants.

your cats curled up near you too.

you had your whole family with you that night, and you couldn't be happier.

let's just pray once you get unsuspended you finally have a normal day at school.

with casper of course, your first love.

well, after your parents of course.

~~~

A/N : sorry this took forever, just super busy again. exams and shit. ily all so much

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I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 2k

“It’s the Harrington boy again, can you tell Hopper we’re bringing him in?”

Steve leans back against the headrest and watches as Officer Powell bends through the window to speak into the radio, eyes linger on Steve as he speaks with a disappointed shake of his head.  He turns to talk to Officer Callahan and Steve only catches on to parts of the conversation, realizes he's not getting off easy when Officer Callahan gets into Steve's car, pulling it off the curb and away from the scene.

The blue and red lights that were painting the street shut off as Powell gets into the driver's seat, silent as he follows Steve's BMW down the back roads.

The ride to the station is uneventful, with occasional radio messages coming through that Powell seems to ignore. The real problem starts the second he's through the doors of the station, staring down Hopper who stubs his cigarette out and stands, marches until he's only a foot in front of Steve.

"What is your problem?" Hopper's voice is quiet, but Steve knows him well enough to pick up on the angry clench of his jaw, and sees the look he shoots Powell, who drifts down the hall in an attempt to give them privacy.

"Callahan and Powell are so fucking dramatic, you know that right? I didn't do anything."

"Thirty miles over the speed limit? Drunk off your ass, nearly taking out a fucking telephone pole, you're telling me that's nothing? Doesn't sound like nothing."

"Jesus, everyone goes thirty miles over on Franklin, the speed limit is a joke."

“Yeah? And a man was left paralyzed last year after he flipped three times on the corner near Rich’s farm. Is that a joke too?”

Hopper levels him with a look that tells Steve that was a rhetorical question and you better not respond. He waves Powell back toward the two of them.

"Book him overnight."

Steve's eyes widen, feels that punch in his gut when Hopper just gives up on him.

"Hopper man, come on. Don't do this, I'll pay whatever bullshit fines you want me to, just let me go home."

"I'm not doing it this time, Steve. I know you've been through shit- we've all been through shit, but just... treating your life like it's nothing? Putting yourself in danger when you know there are people that rely on you? My kid relies on you. I'm not doing it.  You're on your own for this one."

It hurts more than he thought it would, hearing Hopper go from angry to downright disappointed in him. He’s through the doors before Steve can respond, and Steve is left alone to stumble after Powell towards the back room.

The actual cell room is quiet, only occupied by one other person, an older guy Steve has seen pandering outside the package store on multiple occasions, curled up and asleep on the far bench. It reeks of cigarettes and damp cement, has Steve scrunching his nose.

"Anytime now."

 Steve sees that the cell has been unlocked by Powell who gestures him in.

Steve racks his brain for any way out of this, thinks of earlier in the month when he narrowly avoided this exact situation, and grasps at straws for a rescue plan.

"Wait I- I definitely get a phone call. That's like, the law or something."

"Oh, suddenly we care about the law, Harrington?"

Steve purses his lips and stands his ground outside the cell.

"I'll be quick."

And Steve thinks Powell must have had a shitty day because with nothing more than a sigh the door is closed with Steve still on the outside, a receiver pushed into his hand.

"Quick."

Steve dials fast, punches in the only number he's ever managed to memorize. The line rings, and rings, until Steve is eventually met with a beep, quiet static signaling the answering machine picking up.

“Shit..." Steve trails off, realizing in his haste to get a call he hadn't planned as far as what to actually say when he got through. He struggles through a half-assed explanation of his night.

"Hey, it’s um.. it’s Steve. There was a mixup and I’m at the station and Hop is being a pain in my ass. If you uh- wake up and hear this I was thinking maybe you could come pick me up?" Steve pauses, sees Powell watching him, and picks up on the hurry it up in his glare. “Anyway, I, uh- I love you. Call back if you can.”

When nothing else comes to mind, Steve hangs up, hoping he sounded more put together than he feels.

"No luck, huh?" Powell raises an eyebrow, and gestures for Steve to return to the cell.

"Fuck off. He'll call back, it's just late." Steve says with no fight, dropping down onto the metal bench with a clank.

"Mhm. I'm sure."

Once the lock clicks Steve tilts back, runs a hand through his hair and down his face, feels the exhaustion setting in. Now that he's sitting still it's hitting him how fucked up he got, how drunk he still is.  The room spins, and he closes his eyes in an attempt to drown it out.  The sound of the clock must lull him to sleep, because the next thing he knows he's jolting awake, takes a second to get his bearing, and realize that Callahan has taken over and is banging on the bars to get his attention.

"What?"

"Jesus kid, I said you got a call. You gonna take it or not?"

At that information, Steve rises quickly and stumbles towards the barred door now being held open for him. He grabs the phone resting on the countertop and answers with a breathless exhale.

"Hello?"

"Are you fucking serious, Steve?"

Eddie sounds pissed, even over the phone, and Steve flinches back from the receiver.

"I... uh-" is the most articulate response he comes up with, trails off into silence. It seems like Eddie wasn’t done with what he had to say anyway.

"This is the second fucking time this month, I mean... you're so selfish Steve you know that? I should just fuckin' leave you there. I mean- what gives you the right to call me and expect me to drop everything to come and save your ass? Again?"

"Baby, I'm sorry, I-" Steve sees the eyebrow raise from Callahan, ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him, to stop talking. Eddie cuts him off, probably for the best.

"Don't fucking baby me Steve. Get real."

Steve doesn't respond, has no clue what to say, but forces a loud breath out to let Eddie know he's still on the line.

"I'll be there in fifteen. Fuck." The last thing Steve hears is the phone being slammed again the hook on the other side, and Steve stares into the receiver like he'll see Eddie on the other end, pictures him fuming as he paces the hallway of the trailer. 

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It feels like he's back on the metal bench for an eternity before Eddie is coming through the door and Steve catches a glimpse of Hopper, who must have stayed at the station after all, whispering final words to Eddie who nods and enter the room alone.

Eddie hangs by the door, stares Steve down intensely but remains absolutely silent, only stepping close to slam a few bills on the counter to pay Steve's bail and pocket his car keys, ignores the mumbled thank you and retreats back to the door to wait for Steve to finish the paperwork.

Steve doesn't try to speak until they're in the privacy of the van and waits until they're backed out of the parking spot to say something.

"Eddie."

"Don't."

He does, anyway.

"Thank you."

"Do not thank me.  I cannot explain to you how much I don't want to be helping you right now."

"Then why did you?"

Eddie glances at him quickly, doesn't let the eye contact linger for more than a second before he's staring back at the road.

"I don't know Steve. Because I love you? Is that what you want to hear? Because despite the fact that you don't care about me- at fucking all- that I still drop everything to help you even when you don't deserve it?"

Steve sits up straighter, eyes fixed on the side of Eddie's face, and sees the pain there in the flashes of the street lights.

"I care about you. I love you. Why would you say I don't?"

"Because if you loved me you wouldn't get fucked up- on who knows what by the way- and almost drive yourself into a fucking ditch."

"Hopper is overexaggerating. I had two beers at a party and there isn't even a ditch to drive myself into on Franklin Street anyway."

Eddie sighs and shakes his head at Steve's words.

"And if you loved me you wouldn't lie to me about this shit. I've been dealing since I was fifteen you think I can't tell you're high off your ass?"

At the acquisition, at Eddie pointing out the truth, Steve has no response, and they sit in silence for the rest of the drive.

There are lights on in the trailer when they pull up but Steve is still careful to shut the van door quietly in hopes that Wayne is asleep because the last thing he needs is to disappoint the other half of his honorary father figures.

Luck continues to not be on Steve's side, as it turns out, because Wayne is sitting on the couch when he trails in behind Eddie, sets his coffee mug down, and stands to greet them.

"Son."

Steve nods and hovers back. He would usually greet Wayne with a handshake, or a hug when it's been a particularly long time, but now he refuses to meet his eyes and counts the tiles at his feet instead of responding.

"There's coffee in the pot. I'm going to turn in for the night if you boys are alright?" He directs this part to Eddie who nods and mumbles thanks before going to grab a single mug, slams the cabinet door louder than necessary. He fills it to the brim with black coffee and stalks down the hall to his room without looking back.

Steve follows, lost, and takes the mug as Eddie thrusts it into his hands.  He hovers by the door, takes a gulp as Eddie leaves, and comes back with a bottle of aspirin that he throws on the bed.

Eddie's facing away from him, and Steve sets his mug on the desk gently, steps forward until he's wrapping his arms around Eddie from behind, tries not to think too hard about how Eddie flinches at his touch.

"M' sorry."

Eddie sighs, lets his arms hang limply at his sides but makes no move to step away from Steve.

"You can't keep doing this Steve. I'm serious. This is the last time I help because I'm not going to be a part of this whole self-destructive bullshit thing you have going on right now."

"I'm going to get better. I'm trying." He rests his forehead on Eddie's back, words muffled into the fabric of his sweater.

"That's what you said last month when Hop caught you and Tommy buying coke outside Family Video."

"I'm sorry." Steve apologizes again, feels like it's the best thing that he can come up with that Eddie won't see right through.

They stand there quietly, Steve swaying them both side to side lightly. Eddie lets him but Steve can tell he's still tense, his shoulders drawn up in defense.

Eddie is the first to break the trance and squeezes Steve's wrist lightly before prying his hand off, stepping away from the warmth of his body.

"C'mon. Let's sleep."

Steve shucks off his jeans and climbs under the covers, watching as Eddie does the same.  He takes the two aspirin handed to him dry, tosses the bottle back to the foot of the bed, thinks it might be useful in the morning when the hangover pain really sinks in.

Eddie faces away from him still, rolls as far to his side of the bed as he can.  Steve feels the distance between them and wants to reach out and pull Eddie close but knows he has no right to.

He's not sure if Eddie is asleep but he speaks anyway, a whisper into the night.

"I'm going to get better. For you. I'll do it for you."

A beat passes with no response, no sign from Eddie that he heard at all, but then he's rolling over, eyes finding Steve's in the sliver of moonlight hitting the bed.

"You have to do it for you, Steve. Don't put that on me."

"I'm sorry. I will."

Steve sees that Eddie only half believes him, and knows they've been here before, the gap between them growing every day.

But Eddie reaches out and finds his hand under the covers, and brings it to his mouth.  A faint kiss to Steve's bruised knuckles.

"I will," Steve says again, just to fill the silence. Then, "I love you," because it's the only thing he knows he can say that won't be a lie.

[pesterloglog]

Tavros Crocker, Harry Anderson Egbert, Vrissy Maryam-Lalonde, Vriska Serket

Page 206-207

TAVROS: We appear to be,,, in no uncertain terms,,, completely surrounded,

TAVROS: I don't wish to come across as pessimistic,,, but,

TAVROS: It's hard to see what possibilities we have, for a plan of escape,,,

HARRY: there has to be something we can do!

HARRY: my dad is counting on us to get out of here and meet up with him.

TAVROS: Well,,,

TAVROS: I'm also not wishing to be rude, but,,,,,

VRISSY: It's Ok8y Tavvy, I don't Give A Shit a8out being rude.

VRISSY: Harry, your dad's plan fucking SUCKS.

VRISSY: There's no Easy w8y out of this.

VRISSY: It was simple enough for him to Tell us to escape, 8ut we're the ones th8t Have to 8ctually DO it!

VRISSY: And that advice he gave you?

VRISSY: It was All a load of Meaningless 8ullshit!

VRISSY: "Don't get caught."

VRISSY: Yeah, No Shit!!!!!!!!

HARRY: ok, wow. :/

HARRY: vrissy, i know this is a stressful predicament but i think that's going too far.

HARRY: my dad believes in us.

HARRY: and if he thinks there's something we can do, then there has to be a way!

HARRY: it's the only possibility.

VRISSY: Ok8y, how A8out This for an alternative explan8tion.

VRISSY: Your dad is Giddy and High on the Thrill of Something Interesting h8ppening in his life For Once!

HARRY: i don't believe this.

HARRY: i've been waiting for my dad to start talking to me again for what feels like forever.

HARRY: you KNOW that!

HARRY: and you couldn't just be happy for me this one time?

VRISSY: Oh my GOD Harry 8nderson.

VRISSY: I know you've spent So much Time crying into your d8tenight Popcorn a8out this but Please give it a 8reak!

VRISSY: Just LISTEN to me for once.

VRISSY: This isn't a8out your hangups with your Dad, okay?!

VRISSY: We're in the middle of a WAR.

VRISSY: A War th8t is, in some part, His Fault!

VRISSY: And instead of Taking Responsibility and 8cting like a Grown Up, he decided to Rope us all into this Ins8ne Game he thinks he's pl8ying!

TAVROS: Vrissy,,,, i don't think that's fair,

TAVROS: Uncle john isn't to blame for this,,,

HARRY: yeah, no shit tav.

HARRY: this whole situation is because of YOUR insane hitlermom.

TAVROS: Ok, now,,,

TAVROS: That was uncalled for,,,

VRISSY: Yeah Harry, not cool.

HARRY: oh what, so you're gonna just pretend that his mom *isn't* a literal dictator?

HARRY: he doesn't need you to stick up for him, vrissy! he's fucking loaded!

VRISSY: Harry, all of our families are O8scenely Wealthy.

VRISSY: We're standing in your mom's 8outique living room! You can't exactly pl8y a Privilege Card here!

VRISSY: And Tavros, you don't have to Defend Mister Eg8ert just 8ecause you feel weird a8out him trying to kidnap you that one time.

VRISSY: If 8nything, you should 8e on My Side here!

VRISSY: John's clearly got a Tr8ck Record of doing 8nything for a moment of excitement without thinking of the Consequences.

VRISKA: (Grr........)

VRISSY: And Look wh8t h8ppened!

VRISSY: Remember what he did on Harry's 8irthday that one time?

TAVROS: (I told you that,,, in strictest confidence,,,)

VRISSY: Tavros, he could h8ve Killed you!

VRISSY: Why Else do you think you're such a Wimpy, Traumatized 8a8y?

TAVROS: Ok, that,,, isn't the reason for that,,,

TAVROS: And,

VRISKA: (Grrrrrrrr........)

TAVROS: I feel like your implied, "concern", for my childhood wellbeing,

TAVROS: Is less sincere,,, than it is,,, an attempt to weaponize something difficult for me,

TAVROS: In order that you can win an argument,,, with harry anderson,,,,,

VRISKA: GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: WILL YOU ALL JUST

VRISKA: SHUT!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: UP!!!!!!!!

TAVROS: :O

HARRY: :O

VRISSY: :O

VRISKA: I feel like I'm going fucking insane.

VRISKA: Is it weepy wiggler tantrum hour, or are the three of you always this pathetic????????

VRISKA: No8ody answer that, it was 8ulge-achingly rhetorical.

VRISKA: Just keep quiet for a moment while I insult you some more.

VRISKA: Vrissy, you're cool and all, 8ut I'm getting tired of this teen nonsense.

VRISKA: John's "advice" totally 8lows, 8ut at least he understands what needs to 8e done.

VRISKA: Don't insult my friends. Only I get to do that.

VRISKA: Tavros, stop 8eing such a wimp.

VRISKA: No8ody has time for this pansy clownery!

VRISKA: Do you remem8er what happened to the last clown I had to deal with?

TAVROS: (Gulp,,,)

VRISKA: Yeah, I thought so.

VRISKA: And Harry, listen.

VRISKA: Neither you nor your friends have anything really important going on.

VRISKA: Your lives and your planet are a total 8ore!

VRISKA: 8ut somehow John loves you anyway.

VRISKA: Try and be fucking gr8ful for that every once in a while.

VRISKA: Not everyone is so lucky.

VRISKA: Anyway, forget his advice. John wasn't counting on you to get us out of this.

VRISKA: He was counting on me!

VRISKA: So from now on, everyone just follow my lead and do what I say.

VRISKA: And if that doesn't sound like a good enough deal to you, then...

VRISKA: Just,

VRISKA: Stay out of my way.

HARRY: ...

VRISSY: ...

TAVROS: ,,,

VRISKA: Alright! I'm glad you can at least recognize when a grown-up is talking.

VRISKA: Harry. Go to your room.

HARRY: um... what?

HARRY: no??

HARRY: you're not my mom.

VRISKA: And no8ody is more gr8ful for that fact than me!

VRISKA: You need to arm yourself, stupid.

VRISKA: None of you even have a way to fight!

HARRY: oh.

VRISKA: Here. Take this.

HARRY: what is it?

VRISKA: It's your stupid face is what it is!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: Hahahaha, just kidding. It's a spare strife speci8us.

VRISKA: You wanna prove you'd make it on Alternia?

VRISKA: Take this and go gra8 a weapon.

VRISKA: Meet us 8ack here in a min8.

HARRY: a... what?

VRISKA: A MINUTE, GOD!!!!!!!!

HARRY: alright alright, i'm going.

[astronomeys]

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in which all the king's men couldn't put the pieces of y/n l/n together. we all have the days where we're insecure and broken, this is one of hers.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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tw: insecurity, bullying

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all the king's men

y/n, for lack of a better description, was feeling like humpty dumpty. she had seen herself in the mirror last night, and felt positively traumatised. she had come back from a quidditch practice session, and the results were quite terrifying.

she didn't understand. quidditch made the guys more toned and even a few of her teammates had abs. what did it do to her? well, it made her shoulders broad, which she thought was highly unattractive to anyone, and not at all slim! sure, it was fun and kept her fit, but terribly horrible, in her opinion, in trying to fit in to the beautiful girls that went to hogwarts.

she admired angie johnson and cho chang and ginny. she really did. y/n knew how hard it was to be beautiful, and she liked when other people were so beautifully beautiful. it just made her feel terrible, because what was the chance of her keeping her boyfriend in fred weasley when fiercely pretty girls were dancing elegantly around her?

there wasn't any time to be mopey and sad, so she gathered all her books and immediately went to breakfast. she didn't even bother going over to fred and greeting him. she saw how happy he was laughing with george and lee. surely she wouldn't bother him. instead she plopped down next to alicia.

"you ok?" alicia spinnet asked her.

she nodded, "fine."

"you sure?"

"no."

"wanna talk about it?"

"do you think it's too early to get plastic surgery?" y/n joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"what the fuck, no. what's up?" alicia's eyes were lit with concern.

"i don't feel pretty," her voice was but a whisper.

alicia caught it.

"why? you're literally adorable."

"you're my best friend, you're supposed to tell me that."

"hmm, nah, i truly believe it."

"well i don't," y/n said miserably.

"oi, l/n, your hair down today?" adrian pucey snarled, "it's gonna give me aids."

a few students snorted.

"you can get aids then. shut your mouth," y/n retorted back.

the whole school look startled. was this the same, prefect, goody-two-shoes y/n l/n?

adrian pucey opened his mouth.

"i said shut. your. mouth."

fred weasley watched in a mixture of furiousness and pride. he knew that pucey had a crush on y/n too. he was just terrible in expressing it. fred didn't like the way y/n's eyes sadly flitted to alicia afterwards. and she hadn't come up to him and given him a kiss today. maybe she just wanted a bit of space??

"see?" y/n sighed, "not even my hair is pretty." she tied it up.

alicia laughed, "adrian just wants your attention."

that made y/n laugh. "why? why?" it was a rhetorical question. she got up, and smiled at adrian in the most menacing way that he shrunk.

"miss l/n, your outburst was quite rude-" snape began.

"my apologies professor, of course, i was in the wrong. adrian pucey brought the topic surrounding my hair up, called it ugly. now what would you do if a student called your hair ugly?" y/n said, eyes burning with fury but conscience too good to lose her temper.

"i-i would give them a scolding."

"likewise. good day, professor."

"fucking hell, he is such a sh-" alicia muttered as she got up and followed y/n out to class.

"ali, that's enough," their retreating voices could be heard.

fred kept his eye on y/n through the day, giving her the space he thought she needed.

she looked very like her normal self, until she encountered pucey again.

"l/n, nice squinty eyes," pucey laughed.

y/n's shoulders sagged. her eyes dimmed and she let her ponytail fall in front of her face.

"ponytail won't fix them," he laughed meanly, "can they fix your dumpling body?"

fred frowned deeply, "fuck off, adrian," he angrily said, "that's my girlfriend you're talking to."

"oh, you have someone like weasley to save you? i don't even think you deserve him as a boyfriend."

y/n didn't answer, fearing that tears would spill out of her eyes. she had just been feeling worse and worse about herself. instead, when the bell signalled the end of classes, she hurried quickly off to wherever, trying to pull herself together.

she felt like she was at the bottom of the earth. her eyes finally let go of the tears that needed to be spilt. she leant sobbing against a stout tree in the forbidden forest, head slumped gloomily against the trunk, eyes trying to find anything, anything, that could be remotely comforting and hands fiddling nervously with the flowers that bloomed happily around her. her whole body shook in anxiety. she wished she had her mum or dad here to help her. but they were back at home.

how did fred love her?

she wished she didn't have stupid hair or squinty eyes or a dumpling body. but she couldn't ignore the mean, yet so true, remarks about her body adrian made. they were morally wrong and he deserved to be stabbed, but they were factual. she used to just laugh and joke about him too, but now she realised that maybe she should pay more attention to the way she eats and works and the way she talks and looks and presents herself and put more makeup on and-

fred found her crying there, by the little pond, shrinking away from the mere sight of her own appearance. he didn't get it.

well, he did, but he didn't know why such a beautiful girl like his girlfriend was crying.

"y/n?"

she flinched and stopped crying.

"sorry, i'll leave. i don't think you want a dumpling of a girlfriend sharing this nice space," she attempted to joke, but it fell short. she wasn't joking anymore. her tone was serious and genuine. the unexpected good nature pucey's remarks were received in usually was gone, and for good reason. it had broken her into the tiniest little pieces.

fred felt it. he felt his heart stop.

"is this about what pucey said to you, lovely?" he asked gently, cupping her cheek, and pulling her close to him.

she nodded, feeling immensely better already. the smell of him made her calm down insanely.

"so you don't want space?"

"n-no, i was just..." she trailed off uncertainly.

"mhm?" he looked at her and waited.

"it's silly."

"well, it's got you crying, i don't think so."

"the stuff a-adrian says is true," her voice was quiet and small.

fred frowned.

"i'm not cute or elegant or even hot," she continued, "i-i'm not as pretty as anyone here."

"well, my little love, if my opinion even matters, you are stunning. i think you're the prettiest person in the world, both on skin and in here," he patted his own heart, "do you know how long i pined after you?"

"no?"

"i'm still pining after you, gorgeous."

"d-do you mean it when you say gorgeous?" her eyes were broken and teary.

"of course. it hurts me when you are upset. because you are gorgeous and much more because you are so nice and good to me and to everyone else too. pucey's a complete shithead and when i next see him i will bash his head in. i'm so sorry i didn't notice, love, i thought you were mad at me."

"no it's fine, i just don't understand. you're fred weasley. so many girl's want you and you-you choose...me?," a sad frown was etched on her face, her tone confused.

"y/n, you're my only choice. i don't want the other girls. i can see the appeal of you. i-i know i'm not the best with words like you, but i really care about you. i love you, i adore you, you're the bestest person i've ever met."

and he knows he's brought the happiness back in her. she giggled. he felt relieved, because he knew he wasn't good at all at comforting people and y/n was so special to him- why didn't he say that earlier to her?

"bestest isn't a word, freddie."

"well you get what i mean, right? you're really special to me," there it was.

she nodded slowly, a small smile forming on her lips as she kissed him on the lips, before snuggling closer to him.

"darling, wouldn't you rather go back to the castle to cuddle?"

hesitantly, she shook her head.

"why?"

"'drian's there."

"adrian cannot hurt you, okay? whatever he tells you is wrong. he's wrong," he gently says, pulling her close to him, "besides, if he does, i'm here, and you're strong."

"i just cried about it, i can't be strong."

"crying doesn't mean you're weak, darling, sometimes we all cry and that's okay."

y/n nodded.

"here, i brought this for you, maybe it's a comfort??" he blushed as he handed her his quidditch hoodie.

she grinned and put it on.

he couldn't stop blushing at the sight of her, so he tilted his face away to save himself the embarrassment.

noticing and mistaking his turned away head for disgust, y/n took the hoodie off, downcastedly handing it back to him.

"sorry," she gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as fred looked at her in confusion.

"y-you can have it back, yeah, there's no need to hide your shame, here, s-sorry," she stuttered out.

"shame?" he asked, looking worriedly down at her.

"mhm," she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, "sorry."

he finally understood.

"angel, look at me."

she reluctantly looked up at him.

"i wasn't feeling disgusted at all. i-i was actually embarrassed because i was blushing," his cheeks heated up again, "like i probably am right now. you're too beautiful. i was blushing too much."

"oh."

"yeah. now put it back on," he demanded, as he cheekily tugged the jumper over her head, blushing again as he saw her standing there in his jumper.

"c'mon!" he said, carrying y/n's school bag as they made their way to the castle, his arm wrapped protectively around his waist and the bright gold letters on the back of his sweater shining for anyone and everyone to see.

they didn't see pucey, thank goodness and they ended up talking with george and katie bell and angie and alicia by the fire.

as y/n smiled and giggled with katie over something highly scandalous, fred had his eyes on her, not so much monitoring her, but he couldn't keep them off of her.

when he had noticed her words start to become short and slightly slurred by tiredness, he lead her back to her dormitory.

"feeling better princess?"

she nodded, "you're so good to me, freddie. i love you."

it made his heart swell with happiness.

"i'd go to the moon and back for you, y/n."

she smiled drowsily, "and i, you."

[smallesttits]

◇Horrible Liars finish last◇

Bored. So ima post this lol.

THAT ONE DUDE FROM GINNY AND GEORGIA HIS NAME WAS MARCUS I THINK LOL

Smut baby: smut.

°in this lil mf Ginny and her dramatic and ungrateful ass doesn't exist, you are the new and improved y/n°

If I'm being honest, I didnt finish this show sooooooo

I laid on my soft bed, bored as hell with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. I mean I guess I could go call max, but am I really in the mood to go hang out with a bunch of girls who do irresponsible things nonstop and think it's perfectly fine? Not really, no.

I pick up my phone and see a couple messages and snaps from group chats and hunter.

Jesus Christ hunter is annoying.

I sigh, throwing my phone back onto my bed and roll onto my stomach, pushing my face into the covers.

The window creeps open making me squeal in fright.

"relax, it's just me." Marcus silences me quickly.

"what are you doing??" I frown, getting up and walking over to the door on the opposite side of the room and locking it. Just in case you know?

"max is boring, and everyone else seems to have other plans. Came to see what you were up to." He answered, leaning against the wall beside the window.

"well as you can see I'm obviously doing nothing, so why don't you just get on your way and go annoy someone else." I roll my eyes, picking my phone up again and seeing more group chat texts and snaps from hunter. Again. Im this close to blocking this dude.

"Mhm.." he mumbles, sliding over near me while I snap hunter back, me holding up the middle finger and saying 'stop fucking snapping me boy'

He slides his hands down my waist, and nuzzles his head into my dry curls.

"Marcus what-"

"Just go with it babe," he grins Into my hair, now moving his hands to my leggings, and popping the elastic around my waist.

I gasped, and leaned my head back, on his chest as he continued to invade my pants.

"M-Marcus we shouldn't be doing this," I moan out when he goes under my underwear and starts to slightly massage my clit.

"Mhm, yeah. We shouldn't," he agreed smirking again, not stopping his slow movements. I arched my back against the bed, quietly moaning and shutting my legs around his hand. He grunts and pulls his hand away from my clit, now prying my legs open forcefully.

"Marcus wait-" I went to push him away, but he snatched off my leggings a once, snapping the small band of my underwear after. It tingled and burned, but the pleasure he soon gave me blocked it away.

His soft, drying lips connected to my clitoris, sucking it into his mouth quickly. My leg muscles tightened, and I reached down to pull at his long black hair. My phone starts to blare, and I whimper as I reach for it.

Expecting Marcus to stop his sucking, he never failed to. His finger came up to tap my excessively wet entrance, and I squirmed in his hold.

Hunter: hey, what are you up to?

Hunter: y/n?

Hunter: you usually answer fast.. am I interrupting something?

Hunter: ok sorry, I shouldn't accuse you of anything until we talk.

Hunter: y/n?

Hunter: I'm sorry, answer me please

Hunter: are you going to the sophomore sleepover?

3 notifications from Hunter🗣on snapchat

I groaned in annoyance, which quickly turned into a yelp of pleasure when Marcus shoved his finger deep into me.

"Aww, hunter spamming you again? Hm?" He asked rhetorically, knowing exactly what was going on.

I placed my phone down and rolled my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of him going down on me.

My phone blared once more, a phone call. I panicked, picking it up and immediately answering without checking the caller id.

"Y/n? Why arent you answering? What are you doing? I ask a-" hunter blew up, asking a million questions as she just listened and tried to let no sounds of pleasure out.

Marcus wouldnt stop, like his life depended on it.

Cutting hunter off, I said a quick and quiet hello, trying to think of a lie I could make up to not be suspicious.

"Answer my questions y/n. What are you doing?" He demanded. I whimpered, obviously not from his words. But from the sight in front of me as I sat perched on my elbows.

"I just woke u-up ok? My m-moms gonna kill me if she find o-out I'm on the phone t-this late! Sorry, i-i gotta g-go," I moaned the last part, as marcus' long finger jabbed my g-spot. Hanging up immediately, my head fell back as i moaned loudly, cumming on his face, fingers and my bed.

Falling almost limp, I beg for air as I stare at the ceiling. Marcus crawls up and on top on me, holding me to him before flipping so I was on top of him.

"Your a horrible liar, you know that right?" He sighed, bringing his fingers up to my mouth. He tapped them, making me suck my juices off of him. He grinned and licked his fingers after, reaching down to cradle my ass.

"What do you mean? I'm not a bad liar," I lied, looking at him.

"Its 7pm, y/n." He simply stated, laughing out.

Yall might hate me because this ain't my normal content butttt it was in my drafts for about 2 months so I mostly edited it and yeahhhh

Suck it up if you don't like it lol

LILY OUTTT LMFAOOO~

[tannieschim]

when the camellia blooms | pjm

park jimin x kim! reader | 1 | 2

sypnosis: diagnosed with the hanahaki disease, you had only two options - accept a deathly fate, or never love again. 

genre: au, angst, fluff, humor, friends to lovers? maybe.

warnings: many talks of death and dying, minor character death, pain, unrequited love, swearing, talks of past sexual experience while intoxicated, pining, longing, really sad reader, and lots of angst.

word count: 7.2 k

"you would die for her, for him."

"You're dying."

The two words escape past his lips steadily and breathily as your widening eyes linger on the way his hands fiddle with one another out of habit. He sighs deeply and resists the urge to avoid screaming at you and maintain eye contact out of professionalism, pushing back his slipping glasses.

"At this rate, you won't have any more than a month. Had you told me this sooner, y/n, the results wouldn't have been as scarce. But because you waited after almost a year of this, I'm afraid there's not much to do." He pushes his desk lightly to pull away from it, creating a mere distance between himself and the papers which finalized your future's passing. Reaching his collar, he tugs on his tie to loosen it before unbuttoning the first stitch as he looks at you with seemingly stray and angered eyes mixed with sympathy.

Suddenly, his sight wanders the room as he shakes his head repeatedly, scoffing in disbelief. He then smiles, dimples prominent, lip tightened, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes broken, piercing straight at its target - that being you.

Standing up, he takes off his glasses and slams his fist onto the chair's arm rest before running a hand across his hair, softly hissing.

The professionalism is now out of the drain, "You're an idiot, y/n."

"Fucking stupid. How could you not- I mean- how could you not tell me? I'm your brother! We're family. Blood. We're supposed to- we're supposed to tell each other these things and you just fucking- you kept it to yourself all these months! Ten months! And now I'm sitting here being the one to tell you that you're dying? That you're leaving me? I would've done something. I would've helped you, I- I would've killed whoever this person you're in love with is. y/n, please- I just-"

You don't know why, but you felt exhausted.

The ringing in your ears is deafening. Truthfully, you hadn't heard a single thing the minute you received news that you'll be, well, passing away. Not to mention, within 30 days time.

It's not as if you didn't already know about your condition, of course you did. Coughing soft pink camellia flowers every time you see the man that's brought you here is not exactly something that just simply passes a blind eye. You sense it, you feel it, and it hurts.

It really, really hurts.

You also felt awful for your brother. You hadn't meant for it to go this far. You didn't mean to not tell him. You didn't want your assigned doctor to suddenly call in sick and have your brother temporarily take his place. You didn't mean for him to find out this way - such a twisted, horrible fucking way, but here you are.

"I'm sorry, Joon. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to go this far. I just-"

"Were you ever even going to tell me?" He cuts you off, voice low and steady, almost afraid of your coming response.

Your eyes locate his across the cramped room, and one could clearly tell that it's striving its hardest to fight against desperate tears.

"I- yes, Joon. I was. Of course I was. I was gonna do it after this check in actually, but I guess God wanted you to find out sooner than I intended, though He could've just waited a little while longer and it would've been fine." You joke whisperingly, the heavy weight of your heart lightening just a small bit when you notice the corners of his lips twitch and his eyes faintly soften.

Regrettably, that was a lie. You didn’t plan on telling him, not today at least. Maybe not even ever.

The softening air lasts for only a second as his following question makes you hold back the urge to cough up another camellia flower slowly blooming its way to your throat.

"Who is it?"

Genuine, concerned, curious. These were all that he was.

But noticing the way your body went entirely rigid at his words and the way your hand clutched your clothed chest in attempt to shut down what you know will happen next, Namjoon's brotherly instincts causes him to naturally make his way towards you softly, taking small and careful strides towards your fragile state.

And once he's finally reached you, he gets on his knees gently in order for him to be of nearing same height level as you're sitting down, his hands rubbing the back of your hand in a comforting manner.

He does this all before pulling the trigger.

"Who are you in love with, y/n?"

two years back

"Jimin!"

You call out your brother's best friend loudly, who is currently in the midst of doing a one-man stage play in front of the mirror, "Joon's saying you guys need to get going now. Says he has a patient in two hours and wants to go over all sorts of documents before treating her."

Turning around, you scan the living room and dining room for the keys of your friend's car as your brother also asked you to hand them to him since the two always end up on forgetting it until they've already reached the car parked across your apartment's block.

You hear Jimin shuffle behind you, "Really? He wants to go over documents at- 9 AM in the morning?"

Smiling at his attempts of complaint, you nod your head softly in order to play along and answer his rhetorical question, "He really needs to learn how to drive doesn't he? Since he's dragging you along everywhere he goes."

Jimin laughs at your statement, which being an opinion, your brother would argue, 'driving isn't a necessary aspect of life.' But who really thinks like that? Oh right, non-drivers.

“I guess he’s getting too caught up in learning medicine that he forgot to learn how to officially become an adult.” Reaching above the kitchen top, you finally found sight of Jimin's car keys.

How did it even get up there? You think to yourself. It's really high up, so Namjoon must've been the one to leave it as to where it is.

You groan slightly, "Joon, can you get over here! I found Chim's keys but it's too far up high so I can't reach it. Hell I don't even think he can reach this-"

You are cut off when you feel a hand sneak around your waist, making you flinch and suddenly spin cautiously.

Eyes widened. Lips parted. Breath hitched. You let out an inaudible gasp as you come to the realization that Jimin is now in front of you, head tilted with an amused smile on his face, "Excuse you? I can very much reach this." He says, all the while reaching up behind you, inchly leaning forward. At this point, your body is being pressed up against the kitchen counter and his oh-so-very toned front.

This small action is enough to instigate a flaming abyss inside of you as you very much attempt to calm your alarmed heart.

You can feel the cuts and lines of his abs against your chest as he is now standing on his tippy toes, desperately trying to reach the keys on the kitchen top. Anyone that could see his posture would call him adorable, but your body is currently being sandwiched and by all that is high and mighty your mind can't even really process a single thing. Wait, what were you thinking just now?

"See? Got it." Jimin falls back in place as he jiggles his car keys in front of your stone-cold face, smile wide as he giggles softly, "Piece of cake, y/n."

He then proceeds to move on with his life like he didn't just do what the fuck he just did.

Clearing your throat, you blink about a million times in order to gather your thoughts. Your heartbeat is racing faster than the speed of light and your lips have become as dry as a desert. If you had gone standing on your tippy toes just as he did, you would've been a baby hair away from lips touching. The thought is enough to make you grow weak.

Yet as if something inside of you is suddenly turned on, no pun intended, you remind yourself that these thoughts are wrong. You can't be having these apprehensions, they aren't right. Because not only is he your brother's best friend, he also has a-

"y/n?" Jimin's soft voice calls out your name.

Breaking out of your trance, you turn to see him sitting down on the dining table, head tilted downwards with a small smile on his face. The sun escapes your pastel curtains as it slips past the window sill, reasoning with the current ray of golden yellow that has found its home on Jimin’s plump cheek, shining on the left side of his luminous face.

It's absolutely senseless how he can look as beautiful as he does simply by existing, and it makes perfect sense that your finding yourself to liking him more and more.

Just look at him.

You are broken out of your enchanted daze once more as dreaded words leave his smiling lips, "I'm gonna ask her to marry me."

Only then were you brought back to your inadequate reality.

“W- what?” You attempt to speak, but you notice the way your voice has suddenly become noticeably hoarse.

Jimin looks up at you with a smile, the kind that has his eyes almost disappearing.

“Sung. I’m gonna ask her to marry me tonight.”

silence.

silence.

and more silence.

Like a coward, that was all what you could muster to respond with.

And only then did you notice the velvet box on his hands, upon which he is tenderly caressing. Only then did you recognize the questionable romantic script of his one-man stage just moments earlier. Only then did you realize that the reason behind his growing smile are because of her, not you. Not because of what had just taken place.

Only then did you remember that no, you can't be having these apprehensions - they aren't right.

Because not only is he your brother's best friend,

he also has a, now upcoming, fiancé.

present time

"I already loved him then, Joon."

By this time, your brother has stood up and begun pacing back and forth the modest office, murmurs of curses towards his friend escaping past his lips, "-that small son of a bitch."

Smiling softly, you look down in reminiscence of the moments you have spent falling for Jimin. "I guess I've always been infatuated with him ever since our first meeting, but my God Joonie," you pause, inhaling a short breath in attempt to stop tears threatening to spill. "-ever since that day, when he told me that he was going to propose to her, I finally realized that like was the wrong term to use. I realized that I loved him and I just- I lost sight of everything." You cry, small sobs coming from you as you blinkingly look up to try to contain the waters forming in your eyes.

It was true. That day, when he told you about his plans to ask her to marry him, you've never felt more indignant.

Of course you faked it at first, congratulated him and consoled him into truthfully believing that she will undoubtedly say yes. But the minute he and Namjoon left your apartment, you collapsed on your carpeted floors, sobbing loudly and hitting your chest repetitively all the while cursing yourself in your head for ever even considering the tiniest of possibilities that you and Jimin could ever happen.

You also went out that night, got drunk, found a guy, slept with him, and never looked back.

Sure, this may seem like a regular night out for many, but not being the type to kiss and sleep, sex meant a lot to you.

Nothing wrong with one night stands, that just wasn't your particular chosen lifestyle. But you were wasted. You were intoxicated. You didn't know what you were doing. Had you been sober, you wouldn't have done what you did, especially with the person you did it with. So when you woke up in the middle of the night naked in bed next to a familiar face and realized what you've done, you rushingly stood up, got dressed, and left, ignoring the calls of the man you had just been with.

You went straight home and washed yourself for hours, feeling dirty and sloppy and disgusting. You can easily recollect sitting down in the showers, head tucked underneath and in between your legs, sobbing and crying loudly as the steam surrounding you from the warm water kept on worsening.

You hated what you did, and you most definitely despised the reason for what you did, - to simply get over someone else. You felt guilty. You felt ashamed. What would Jimin think? You thought to yourself. And though that truly didn't really matter, the ache in your heart kept on making you believe otherwise.

You didn't notice how your tears have fallen and stained your newly-bought jeans until Namjoon's hands holding a napkin comes within your perception.

Mumbling a small 'sorry Joonie,' you accept his offer and wipe the tears still continuously streaming down your now reddened, warm, and puffy face. As you do this, you furthermore catch sight of your brother's shadow rubbing his face in frustration, matching the groans that you also hear release from him in the background. And without meaning so, you deflate in insecurity.

Hearing the sound of air being released from a pulling force, you look up to see that Namjoon has sat back down, his elbows resting on the desk while his chin rest on his hands. "Does he know about this, y/n?"

You sigh, "No."

"Are you going to tell him?" You hear him ask once more.

Closing your eyes and sniffing lightly, you inhale a steady breath as you answer him for the second time, "I don't know, Joon."

Namjoon looks at you, eyes full of worry and concern. You don't know?

You're his sister, and he loves you. He would do anything for you. If he could shower you with all the love that you lack from Jimin, he would. And he would do it in a heartbeat. But you're dying. You're leaving him. And he doesn't know what to think. He doesn't know what to do. So how could you not know? How could you sit here, in front of him, after keeping this shit for ten months to yourself, tell him that you just don't know?

He feels frustrated. Frustrated over the clearing fact that if you don't know the answer to that simple yes or no question, then how more could you know the answer to when he asks you to make the choice?

The choice - to love or to die.

A very careful, unprecedented surgery that has been performed by professionals only a few times, yet each one has been successful. This seems easy, yeah. A surgery to save your life? Of course you'll do it! But there's a reason as to why this has been done only by a certain small count.

To perform the surgery and live, the price is not the expense, but rather the loneliness that shall come as you spend the rest of your life void of emotions. The surgery doesn't get rid of love on its own, it gets rid of everything that comes with it - happiness, sadness, trust, pain, pretty much everything that one can possibly feel. The only emotion left is indifference, yet even indifference lacks its self-sustainability.

Who would want to live like that?

Who would want to live a life where you just simply exist and nothing more?

He knows that the day will come eventually - when he offers you the choice, the chance to save your life, and he knows it will come soon. But right now, he has chosen to prioritize being a brother over a doctor. Right now, the only thing in his mind is comforting you.

"Okay." Your brother nods, making your eyes widen slightly in shock.

Okay? No scolding? No 'how could you not know?!' older brother reprimands? But then you remember, oh yeah. You're dying. And who could possibly scold their dying little sister?

"I'm sorry Joonie-" You try to apologize once more before he cuts you off again.

"No, don't apologize, y/n. It's not like you could've possibly wanted for any of this to happen, yeah?" He offers you a smile, but you could easily see past its fabricated purpose, "But instead let me ask you this. And I need you, in our deceased parent's name, to be completely honest with me."

You only nod, completely submissive and understanding of his seriousness the moment that he mentioned your passed parents.

"What you just told me, when you first fell in love with him, that was two years ago." He starts, making you nod again in agreement.

"But you were diagnosed only ten months ago."

Your heart drops, and you don't nod again.

"The Hanahaki Disease is not something that gradually begins and comes to existence over the course of time. It is an illness that is triggered. It could be by a sudden forthcoming realization or proclamation of love, or by an event that triggers the heart to completely shut down in overwhelmth. Either way, basing on the timing of what you've said, you should've been diagnosed with the Hanahaki two years ago. But you weren't."

Namjoon eyes you questioningly, but not too much to the extent that you feel uncomfortable, only just enough to remind you of the importance of this conversation, "You were only diagnosed ten months ago, y/n. Why?"

You sit still, not wanting to move, as if your stone figure would somehow make him think that you're not real or that you're a simple figment of his messed up imagination.

"y/n, what happened ten months ago?"

He finishes his question and you swallow harshly only to realize that you're parched, your throat completely dry. You then tilt your head to steal a gaze at your brother, making you catch the way his eyes suddenly widened as if he just realized something of high importance. As if he had just realized the answer to his own question. And that didn't work with you.

Clearing your throat, you are about to answer him in order to cut off his thoughts until the door swings open and you feel your throat compact, - the coughs of a camellia flower slipping its way to visibility -because there he is,

the man of the hour.

"y/n." He noticeably breathes a sigh of relief before making his way to you, engulfing you in a giant embrace. "I was so worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you had the Hanahaki? How could you not let me know? How long have you had it? Who is it? I swear I'm going to murder whoever this piece of shit is that he dared ever making yo-"

"Jimin this is a professional space between a doctor and his patient." The two of you pull away almost exactly the same time as soon as Namjoon speaks up, Jimin's eyebrows furrowing, "Get out."

"What?" Jimin barely gather the voice to ask him as he is completely caught off guard of his friend's erupting vulgar attitude.

"I said-" Namjoon speaks before getting caught off again.

"No trust me, I heard what you said. But what?" Jimin repeats himself, "So you're telling me you're not prioritizing being y/n's brother right now? You're still caught up in this Doctor Kim bullshit? Like you're a real one?"

"Jimin-" You attempt to budge in, sensing that a certain trouble may suddenly come knocking.

"No, y/n. Listen hyung-"

"No, YOU listen. You small piece of shit." Your brother raises his voice, "-don't come barging in here like you own the place or like you have any authority over her. She is MY sister and this is a family matter. So it's best you stay out of it and keep in your lane."

At this point, Namjoon is in front of Jimin, a short distance separating the two of them, "And don't you ever dare speak to me in that tone again. I know you're my friend, but remember to treat me with respect. Not only am I your superior, but I'm also your hyung." He finishes with a serious voice, tone low, and message deep. His earnest eyes piercing through his friend's pained ones.

Jimin, mouth slightly agape being at loss for words and clearly confused at his close friend's unreasonable anger, storms out of the room.

But not before he drags you along with him.

Namjoon is quick to act as he tries to reach for you, but you turn back and look at him pleadingly, signaling him that it's okay and to not worry. And him being the understanding brother that he is, pulls back and holds himself steady.

You can handle him. You’re a Kim. You’re strong.

Strong enough to survive through this.

You’ll be okay.

And as he watches the two of you leave, the door closing shut right in front of him, only then does reality hit Namjoon as his legs tremble abruptly, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

Falling down the floor, he reaches onto the desk for assistance as he slides his back down the wooden wall, hands painfully fisted and finding its way to cover his mouth in order to muffle the choked-in sobs perilously escaping him. He proceeds to blink away the tears and bite harshly on his lips, trying to diminish the flourishing grievance in his heart.

His sister is dying, and he doesn't know what to do.

“Doctor Kim? The next patient is ready to see you.” A knocking nurse distracts him and calls out from behind the door, “-shall I send them in?”

Namjoon sniffs heavily and sighs deeply, rushingly grabbing his glasses and adjusting his emotionally wrecked state, “One moment!”

He lets out a soft, shaky breath and reminds himself once more that you’re a Kim.

You’re strong.

You can beat this.

It'll be alright.

You'll be okay.

"IM NOT OKAY JIMIN-SHI!" You voicely whine out to your friend who is currently dragging you along the halls of the hospital and out the technologically advanced glass doors, "What is wrong with you?!" You pull your arm aggressively from his grasp as you bend down, hands resting on your knees while you hastily try to catch your breath. The camellia flower stuck just along the chords of your throat making it very difficult.

Jimin stares at you worryingly, having forgotten of your illness, "O- oh no. y/n, I'm sorry I forgot I- are you okay? Should we go back?" He stutters in concern before you hold up one finger, signaling him to shut the hell up. "-sorry."

Looking at you like this, tired and exhausted from having to put up with all his bullshit, Jimin feels a sudden urge to reach out and embrace you tightly, almost forgetting of his previous encounter with your brother.

And so that's exactly what he does.

You are caught off guard the moment you feel a hand grab your shoulder by means of pulling you closer all the while another rests just at your crook of spine, and although this first makes you stumble in a not-so-very prettily way, your destination is found to be in your friend's embrace, his fragile yet protective arms wrapped around you securely.

Not letting this moment simply pass by, you let yourself melt in his arms as you find the comfort meant to be found in his comforting hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slightly stand on your tippy toes. Somehow, your simple action makes him pull you even closer, one hand creeping behind your neck all the while his other is completely wrapped around your waist although this time is tighter than before.

As the two of you stay like this in the middle of the sliding glass doors of the hospital, crowds of unfamiliar voices passing by you and ambulances ringing endlessly against your ear, you let yourself submerge within the passion of your heart.

Amidst the chaos and cries of your nearingly counted days, you find consolation in the arms of the same man that has put you in front of death's door, and quite frankly, you wouldn't really want it any other way. You'll take what is given by the heavens above when it comes to Jimin, because well- you love him.

Unfortunately, that quick and simple thought is enough to make you lose control of your reminded disease.

"y-y/n what's- are you okay?" Jimin pulls away from you abruptly as you break into coughing fits, pastel pink camellia blossoms escaping your trembling lips.

The sight has caught the attention of many civilians, but both you and Jimin remain to be indifferent about them as you or more or less are occupied with your illness all the while Jimin specifically aims his attention on you alone.

"Alright that's it, screw your brother alright?" Jimin exclaims a bit louder than what you're comfortable with as this obviously did not benefit with the proceedingly growing public focus on the two of you, "-we're going back, y/n, it's my fault for bringing you outside so suddenly-"

"No chim, please-" You roughly attempt to speak out, your throat painfully extracting the feeling of abrasiveness, "Please just- let's just go."

"y/n.."

“Please chim,” you cut him off for what seemed to be the fiftieth time, coughing, “-please. I don’t want to be here any longer.”

Hesistant yet concerned, Jimin nods slowly as he assists your side, his hands finding its home around your waist and lower back while you both take short and careful strides. You destination is still unknown, but you didn’t mind. A journey a day with someone you love has never turned out for the worse.

At least that's what you think.

"Really?" You roll your eyes as you notice the familiar lane that Jimin's car just entered, "I asked you to get me out of the hospital area, I didn't ask for a sleepover, Jimin." You jokingly accuse him, but you can't help the smile that makes its way on your puffed-up face as you notice him smoothly take a side-glance at you with a knowing smirk.

"Well I thought that with all that bad hospital air, you might've wanted to breathe in a familiar scent," Jimin responds as the car comes to a stop.

You turn slightly to open the door and step out before you here a meek, "Jankkanman!" and perceive a 5'9 in height blondie come running around the bonnet in order to open the car door for you as a gentleman would. It is such a sweet and casual pantomime, yet an ill-patient diagnosed with an illness of the heart can never bring you any wins. Consequently, his actions only causes your throat to feel strained and compacted for the endless time.

God, how much did you love this man that such a simple gesture makes you want to cough out countless of fully bloomed flowers?

You thank the heavens above for your past endless experiences that allowed you to now be better in terms of hiding your pain as you attempt to smile genuinely, mumbling a small "thank you" in the process before making your way inside his home.

"So," Jimin starts as the two of you plop down his couch, his eyes seeking for yours as he tilts his head ever so lightly, "what should we do today... now that you're out of that hell hole?"

"Chim!" You scold him lightly, "my brother and your best friend just happens to be working in that hell hole, just in case you forgot, and- hey! You work there too, you ass." You accusingly point at him all the while hitting his arm playfully.

Jimin is was a nurse in that hospital. Your brother is a doctor.

He laughs and smiles widely, "Nope. I don't work there anymore, remember? But I did for a while, which is why I can most definitely testify that that place is indeed, a hell hole. And by the way, I'm kind of offended that you pretty much forgot my lost profession just then, y/n, like what the fuck?" He jokes endingly.

Your eyes soften slightly as he mentions his lack of job, yet you still stubbornly choose to ignore his last remark. "Well I sure hope that's not the case since I'll be most likely spending my last days there."

Oops.

The silence that ensues goes inevitably noticed by the two of you the moment those words escaped past your lips, but you paid no mind. That was the reason that you asked him to take you away anyways. You weren't hoping for some cliche romantic bullshit where the two of you simply elope and forget your real worries in your life, no. Instead you were here with the main purpose of facing it.

Besides, even if you did want to leave with him, you couldn't. Remember?

Jimin is the first to break the excessive blockade, "Don't say that y/n."

You sigh, "But it's true, chim."

"I don't give a shit if it's true or not."

"Chim.." You are slightly startled with his sudden outburst, caught off guard in the way his voice slightly raised as his attention and body language are now completely directed at you, "Wha- why are you getting mad?"

Jimin scoffs, almost irritated at your oblivious question, "Why? Because you're talking of dying like it's not a big deal, y/n!" His voice getting louder and louder by every word he spits out, "God, you know you can be so fucking insensitive sometimes. What, did you already forget the shit I suffered when I lost someone? Did you already forget all the fucking shit I suffered when death took her from me?"

At the mention of her, you pause. Speechless. Guilty. Hurt.

Of course you remember. How could you not? You remember the darkest of days as like it was just yesterday.

You remember getting that call in the middle of the night from the contact name of your brother as you slightly answered it in an irritated voice, "Joon I swear to God if you're asking me to drive you to work in the middle of the fucking night I will personally drag your ass right now to get a driver's liscenc-"

"y/n?"

You remember immediately stopping as you recognize the voice that most certainly did not belong to your brother, "Chim?"

"y- y/n."

You remember the outbreak of his sobs as you call out to him, his sniffles and cries becoming more and more prominent as you stumble on your feet, struggling with keeping your phone against and in between your ear and your shoulder as you hurryingly take off to grab a jacket and your keys, "Chim what's wrong, where the hell are you? W- where's Joon?"

You remember the way your heart dropped as your worst fear came to mind, the thought of losing your brother itself being enough to make you wobble in your feet, your heart clenching. He had your brother's phone, and he was crying.

"N-no, he- he's fine, y/n. It's not him, hyung's... hyung's fine."

You remember the way he struggled to find the right words; the way he sniffled and stuttered through forming such a simple sentence all the while you on the other side of the line breathe out a sigh of relief at the information of your brother's wellness, yet feeling slightly guilty that your emotions are in contrast with your friend's.

"It's Sung."

You remember Jimin's worst.

"It's Sung, y/n. Sh- she got in an accident on the way here to visit me during my off hours and- fuck! Some fucking demon pulled a hit and run on her. She was walking, y/n. She walked an hour here and got ran over by someone and.. they're doing an operation on her- hyung's assisting and he just- it's bad. It was really bad and she was bleeding all fucking over and- hyung, he- he left his phone and I didn't know what to do so I just called you- I didn't, they pushed me out of the room, y/n. I need you here. Please, please. Please come here because I'm losing my fucking mind and I need you here."

You remember driving to the hospital as careful as you can with the fear of the possibility of an accident occurring still in the midst of the back of your mind.

You remember reaching the doors of the emergency room and being greeted with a pair of reddened and exhausted eyes that looked up the moment you walked in, "Jin."

He stands up to greet you politely but you stop him, obviously seeing that his reaction upon seeing you is no more than a forced delight, "Let's not do this under these circumstances, okay? You're allowed to feel unwelcoming. It's okay, Jin."

He does no more than mumble a small 'thank you' before going back to his previous spot with you trudging along beside him.

You remember feeling the sorrow of the man beside you as you watch him lean his head back against the wall, fragile streaks of tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. You couldn't imagine his pain, the pain of such a situation where your sister's life is at stake. You wanted to comfort him, to softly rub his back and whisper sweet encouragements against his ear, little white lies that his sister is guaranteed to make it without a doubt. But you couldn't. You weren't here for him, regardless of your history. Regardless of the way you left him the morning after your supposed mistake.

"Uhm, have you seen Jimin?"

You remember the way his void eyes find yours and the way his lips lightly upturn as he gives you a forced smirk, trying to keep up with his image of being Kim Seokjin, Kim Sungkyung's handsome and cocky older brother, "And here I was thinking fate brought you here to me, y/n." He trails off, "-considering how you fucked me then dipped."

You gasp slightly and playfully hit his arm at the blunt mention of your regretted one night stand as you give him a small yet genuine smile, partly glad yet at the same time worried that he can make such remarks during a situation like this.

It was strange really, how everything in your life seemed to be connected. How on the day you felt your heart tore apart the time Jimin first mentioned his planned proposal, you went out and accidentally slept with the soon-to-be-bride's older brother.

Letting out a small sigh, Jin nods his head in the direction of a different waiting room, "He left when I came. Guess he was embarrassed of how fucked up he was but hey- I'm not doing any fucking better am I?" He tells you, subtly pointing at the very visible streaks of tears still falling down his now puffy face.

You get on your feet and turn to leave but not before giving one last glance at the man next to you, a hand softly reaching to rub his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Jin. I wish I could stay, but-"

"It's okay, y/n. Go." Jin encourages you with a small yet noticeably forced smile, "He needs you."

And so you do, bidding him a soft goodbye before taking off, your eyes beginning to water out of the guilt of leaving a friend in that state.

You then remember being suffocated. Suffocated from the embrace that greeted you the moment Jimin entered your peripheral vision. You remember landing on your behind with a harsh thud from the struggle of Jimin's weight as he continues to seek your embrace for means of comfort, the two of you falling down the floor. You remember getting drenched from Jimin's tears as you cradle him as would a wailing child, rocking him back and forth all the while softly rubbing his back, whispering every bit of amenity that could make him feel better.

You remember feeling your heart physically ache as you fail to notice the tears that have fallen down your own eyes, blurring your sight.

To see Jimin in this state, so broken and hurt and scared, it tore you apart. You wanted him happy. You wanted him smiling. You wanted him. You loved him. And God forbid that you're admitting this in your own mind while his fiance is battling for her own life, but fuck.

You wanted nothing more than to lay down your own life for Sung so that she could continue in existence for him.

If you could, you would take here place.

You would die for her, for him.

You remember pushing back your thoughts as you put focusing on Jimin your first priority. You remember keeping him in a neverending tight embrace as he neverendingly sobs against your chest, his lips leaving prayers you could barely yet still tried to understand;

please don't let her die

don't take her away from me

i love her too much

i still have to marry her.

You then remember hearing a wail of anguish, putting a pause to both Jimin's silent pleas and your eavesdropping as the both of your heads turn to pinpoint from whom the noise came from.

You remember the way Jimin stilled.

"No."

You remember his whisper of such a small, two-lettered word, yet somehow it caused your heart to crumble.

"No no no no-"

You remember having to tackle Jimin slightly as he causes a mess of himself, punching the seats and harshly tugging on his hair all the while screaming wails of pain and suffering, "Jimin please-"

"No- get the fuck off of me! Sung?!"

You remember how Jimin lost sight of reality as he pushes you off of him, your body making in contact with the cold tiled ground.

"SUNG? SUNG! LET ME INSIDE-"

You remember seeing nurses and other staff pull the man you love back as he causes a scene, starting to become physical and violent with the people surrounding him, "PLEASE! Please- I just- I NEED TO SEE HER! SHES MY FIANCE-"

You remember seeing a man dressed in blue make his way near Jimin, a needle in his hand.

"H-hey, no!" You remember trying to catch up to the nurse, attempting to prevent them from giving whatever the shot was to Jimin, "Stop! Please-"

"y/n. D-don't."

You remember feeling a hand on your shoulder which makes you turn around instantly, only to find the culprit behind the anguished scream just moments prior Jimin's outburst.

"Jin." You start, "-they're going to sedate him. That- that's not okay."

"They have to, y/n." Another voice calls out from behind Jin, "I know how it seems and I don't like it either, b-but he's becoming violent. They have to sedate him."

"Joon." You whisper softly.

What a sick and twisted game that life is playing on you, that your brother, Jimin's best friend, Jimin's best man at the wedding being planned, is the one to give news of the bride's passing.

"Sung, is she really.." You trail off, not having the heart to finish your sentence.

It seems neither does he, as he responds with nothing but a simple avoidance of eye contact.

"HYUNG!"

You remember Jimin's faint and tired yet still firm voice as he calls out your brother, "Hyung, you saved her didn't you? You- you were part of the surgery. You saved her didn't you? Didn't you!?" Jimin is weak as he trails off his words as the effect of the syringe takes its course, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out to the three of you, "H-hyung. Tell me you saved her. P-please tell me you saved h-her."

Namjoon doesn't stop the tear that rolls down his hardened face as he only shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Jimin. We did our best. We really, really did. I'm so sorry-"

You remember the way Namjoon's voice trails off your hearing as your throat suddenly feels contracted. You remember the itching pain just within your chest as you find the struggle to breath, your hand clutching it harshly. You remember stumbling back just a little bit as you feel lightheaded, thinking that these were only from the overwhelming happenings in that moment.

But then you cough.

And you cough

and you cough

and you cough.

But no one notices you.

Not even yourself.

Your attention remains still at Jimin, who has now dropped completely to the floor, tears still continuously spilling out of his drowsy eyes. Short breaths are released from his trembling lips as he mumbles words that none of you can understand. He then begins to seemingly reach out for something, someone.

"P-please," He whispers.

And as you bend down almost immediately to attend to his calls, you cough.

And you cough

and you cough.

And still no one notices.

No one except him.

You cough as your eyes find his, barely open yet staring right at you from the lows of the floor.

You remember having to excuse yourself and run to the nearest restroom you can find, legs trembling and stumbling on your way there as you push against the winds of the almost empty halls, still coughing with every step you take. And just as you reach the doors of the restroom, you turn back slightly, just enough to catch Jimin's last sight while his body is being carried away to where you guess is a vacant patient's room, all this before his eyes ultimately close.

Eyes you found lastly staring at you.

You remember finally shutting the door and locking it, thanking God silently that you're in a family restroom hence there is no one else inside. You cough desperately, your throat beginning to feel exclusively sore and your lungs beginning to tighten from all the air being released as you cough and cough and cough again.

You reach out to the sink, gripping tightly onto the white metals as you cough and cough and cough again.

You then brushingly turn to the toilet, your eyes watering and lips numbing as you cough and you cough and you cough once more.

You practically clean the whole restroom, as disgusting as that sounds, from all the moving you made as you coughed anywhere and everywhere. You felt awful for the next person to come inside, now that your bacterium were practically in its every corner, side, and space. You cough again, this time harder, the worst one out of the previous.

You remember sensing a certain feeling rise up, something soft yet itchy, something light yet heavy.

And so you cough, and you cough, and you cough, and you cough,

and you bleed.

And amongst the red is a pink.

A single, individual pink petal from what you would soon find out is a camellia flower - the flower that is soon to be the latter symbolization of death chasing you, growing closer, inching nearer, just about to knock on your door.

So of course you remember Jimin's distraught. Of course you remember Sung's - his fiance's death.

Because her death was too, the ultimate beginning of yours.

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Scarly 15 - Soup

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CW: multiple whumpees, distant caretaker, rape drugs mention (really just mention of the drug), eating disorder mention, starving.

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“I know I said I have enough food here but I wasn’t expecting the three of you to have this… bad relationship with food, and you know what? That’s on me, I should've seen this coming,” Adira said with a sigh, scratching her graying short hair, “I’ll need to buy something you all eat.”

“Just don’t feed that motherfucker there,” Scarly said, half-nonchalantly, half-angry, making Whumperee flinch. “It doesn’t need food.”

Adira looked tired at Scarly, “Leaving you three alone will be such a bad decision… but I need to go out anyway. Scarly, do not hurt them while I am away. That’s an order.”

Scarly opened a wide grin, showing her rotten teeth that made Adira rembermer to add personal hygiene material to her to-buy list, “It’s mine.”

“He is a person,” Adira said, massaging her tempers.

“It was a person, now it’s my toy, and I’ll do what I fucking want with it,” Scarly said, their tone was a clear threat, and her green eyes were sharply glaring at Adira, daring her to say otherwise.

“What is the fucking hell happen between the two of you?” Adira asked, it was a rhetorical question, so instead of waiting for an answer she decided to serve the soup she had finished just before.

Adira placed a bowl in front of Scarly first, “I’ll give you some candy and stuff if you leave them alone while I am away,” she said, not thinking it would work but that’s what she could do.

She served Bruno in silence, maybe it’s because he never speaks a thing but it feel wrong to be loud around him, Whumperee was the last, they were shivering and looking between the food and Scarly nonstop.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” Adira said, getting her bag and heading to the door. She turned to Scarly, the only one who actually held a conversation, even if most of the things they say are kinda creepy, “Do you remember what you should never do?”

“Call the cops,” Scarly said, nonchalantly.

“And if someone that’s not me enters the house?”

“Make them swallow Rohypnol.”

“Right. I didn’t tell you the name of the drug but of course you know.”

“Why do you have so much rape drugs in here?” Scarly asked, voice sharp, but uncaring eyes.

“You don’t tell me your past and I don't tell mine,” Adira said with a shrug before leaving the house.

Scarly started eating as soon as Adira left, her body had rejected food the past two days and she was starving, fortunately her appetite was good today, so it didn’t take long for her to slam the empty bowl on the floor with a loud thud, making the other two flinch hard.

Whumperee had just started to drink their soup when Scarly got up, he tensed up, curling up and backing away ever so slightly, “Piece of shit.”

“Y-y-yes master,” he choked out, their jaw was hurting so much, their throat was still on fire. But not answering was not an option.

“Do you think you fucking derseve to eat?” Scarly asked, grabbing Whumperee’s hair to raise their head, not leaving marks, Adira won’t care if she doesn’t see new bruises, right?

“N-n-n-no master it it doesn’t it-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Scarly shouted, tighting her grip and making Whumperee whimper.

They let go of him and held the bowl instead, lifting it and drinking it all in one go, slammed yet another empty bowl down, “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” She glared down.

“So-sorry, it it means, t-t-thank you, thank you master,” Whumperee managed, tears already rolling down and Scarly hadn’t even hurt them yet.

Scarly got up once again and approached Bruno, who had yet to touch his food, the man immediately slid his bowl closer to them, retracting his hands and lowering his head so much that his forehead was touching the floor.

“Oh? Are you scared Bruno?” Scarly mocked, sliding the bowl closer to him, “I like you, you are quiet, I know you won’t say anything, am I right?”

Bruno nodded fearfully, not breathing, never breathing when Scarly was close.

“Eat it,” Scarly ordered, raising Bruno’s head, “It’s healthy.”

Bruno was shivering, but he had learned how to obey, he learned to be good, he did. So he started to slowly drink the soup, the fear making it bitter. He carefully did not look around the room to focus on something else; he didn’t want to see the starved and scared person a few meters away.

“You did great!” Scarly said when he was done, in a tone that he couldn't help but link with people who work with children, like kindergarten teachers or nurses.

Scarly went back to her mat right after, and as the days before that she looked up and stared at nothing while slowly rocking back and forth, ignoring the shivering people around her.

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