#yeah. yeah. Peter would sound like this upon finding out what happened in this whore’s “youth”

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty & The Beast of New York - Ch. 19

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: You love biology. The study of life excites you. But you hate people. Especially the ones that like to stick their nose in your business. Too bad the King of Brooklyn didn’t get the memo.

MASTERLIST

What Comes Around Goes Around

Peggy’s fingers curled around the porcelain teacup, delicately crafted with intricate designs, and brought it to her lips. The cool breeze of a vanishing winter sweeps through her curled auburn locks and fires goosebumps along the bare skin of her arms. Despite the cool temperature of a London morning, the sun shines freely above her, casting its rays upon her as she sits on the balcony of her penthouse. 

She takes a sip of her tea then places it back on the table beside her, eyes glued to the novel in her hand. She turns the page and her head follows. A knock comes against the glass of the balcony door making her curls bounce as she turns to see who it is. 

Dottie gives her a smile, prim and proper. Peggy replies with a roll of the eyes and returns to her book. 

Dottie only came when she had a job to give. 

“Please tell me you didn’t break my door down this time,” Peggy sighs. 

“I have a key, remember?” Dottie chuckles. She takes a seat across from her unasked. 

“You mean the one you stole from me?” Peggy mused. 

“No, the one you gave me,” Dottie retorts tiredly, discouraging Peggy from furthering her teasing. 

Peggy huffs, but doesn’t say another word. Dottie digs her hand into her bag and pulls out her phone. 

"I've found something I think you would be interested in,” she smirks, unlocking and scrolling through news. 

Peggy raises a brow at Dottie. She hands her the phone and Peggy’s lips curve up almost instantly. 

"I haven't seen this pretty face in a while,” she chuckles. 

Her eyes scan the picture. Angular cheekbones. Bright blue eyes. Golden hair. A sharp jawline. A body chiseled by the gods. 

Cameras couldn’t capture his essence. 

Her eyes flit towards the girl wrapped in his arms. "And who's this?" 

She reads the headline. 

A whore. 

"Apparently, the headlines are an exaggeration,” Dottie informs, “She's his girlfriend." 

Peggy looks up at her incredulously. "His girlfriend?" she repeats with disbelief.

"Jealous?" Dottie asks with a wicked grin, propping her chin up in her hand. 

Peggy scoffs, her eyes returning to the girl. She takes another sip of her tea. 

The taste had turned bitter.

"What is there to be jealous about?" 

Dottie shrugs. "Appearance wise she's rather plain,” she says flatly, "I was just alluding to the fact that Steve Rogers has moved on from you. You're no longer the apple of his eye.”

She speaks with emphasis to each word, slowly as if trying to rub it in her face. 

"I don't need a man to know my worth,” Peggy retorts sternly, eyes burning at Dottie. 

"But Rogers is one that you particularly enjoyed,” Dottie replies boldly, only because she knows she’s right.

Peggy’s lips waver and her gaze falls from Dottie and back onto the screen. "He was different from the others,” she murmurs softly. 

Dottie smiles triumphantly. She sits back in her seat and clasps her hands together. “The real reason I’m here is to give you a job.” 

“I had a good feeling,” she sighs, “can’t you ever come over for some tea instead?” 

“You never invite me.”

“You have a key.” 

“The boss needs your help,” Dottie states. “He needs you in New York.” 

Peggy smiles at her and then at the phone in her hand, eyes lingering at the snapshot of a sweet kiss between young lovers. 

“How convenient.” 

“For the billionth time, Steve, I’m going to be fine,” you groaned. 

“Are you sure?” he asks again and you’re ready to snap his neck. “Why not take the day off?” 

“I’ve taken two days off!” you exclaimed, “I have bills to pay!” 

Steve huffs and falls back into the driver's seat of the car. He crosses his arms like a pouty child. 

You turn in your seat so you’re facing him. “Have some faith in me?” you asked, “I mean what’s the worst that could happen?” 

Steve’s head turns to you with a knowing look making you turn away from him. 

There’s a lot that can happen now that the entirety of New York knew who you were. Every step you took, every move you made had to be taken with precaution. There’s no telling of what could be behind you or in front, of where your life was going to go from here on out. 

The future has always been uncertain, but now, it was ominous. You weren’t afraid per se. It was bound to happen someday. You just weren’t ready for it. And you had a feeling you could say that for the both of you. 

“Maybe you should just move in with me,” Steve says. 

“What?” you whip your head towards him, red tinting your cheeks. 

He shrugs, a little blush covering his own. “Then you wouldn’t have to work. You’d just have to worry about school and that’s it.” 

You smile and chuckle a little. “That’s really thoughtful of you, but I’m fine, really,” you reply, taking his free hand in yours. “Things are going to be different now, but I don’t want that to change the norm. I’d rather think of it as more of a minor inconvenience.” 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “You really are something else. Most people would start freaking out.” 

You smirk pompously. “I guess I’m not like most people.” 

He brings your hand to his lips. “No, I guess you aren’t.” 

Leaning over, you give him a kiss but part too quickly for his liking. He frowns as you pick up your bag. 

“I should go,” you open the door. 

He tugs you by the hand. “Listen, if anything happens you call me and if I don’t pick up call—”

“Call Bucky,” you recite with a sigh. “And if he won’t pick up. Call Sam. Or Nat. Or Peter,” you list on your fingers. “Honestly, I’ll be dead by then.” 

“Y/N,” he says sternly. 

“It’s a joke,” you retort. “Ever heard of one?” 

“It’s not a good one.” 

You give him a peck on the lips and take a step out. He pulls you back in. “Y/N.” 

“What is it now?” you ask, exasperated. 

Steve grins. He’s been doting on you all day so he understands your frustration. But he can’t help himself. He’s just worried that something might happen. 

His blue eyes drink you in, take in every part of your features. Relaxed brows, tired eyes, sweet lips that he was aching to meet again. 

You warm him like the sun. Make him light enough to float off into space. He believes that all those years he’s spent without you had gone to waste. All those days you could’ve brightened his day with a smile. All those nights he could have held you in his arms. 

“Well?”

“I—” Steve starts, but hesitates. Three words rested on his tongue, itching for a release. The time wasn’t right. “Have a good day.” 

"You too." You slip out of the car as quickly as you can so he couldn't pull you back. 

Steve doesn't move an inch. His head rests against the wheel, watching the way your ponytail bounces with each step. 

You give him one last wave before entering the restaurant, then motion him to leave. 

"Y/N!" May chirps from the register. "You're alive!" 

"Did you want me dead?" 

"Of course not!" she laughs. “How are you now? I saw the news. It’s just horrible,” she shakes her head.

"It was when it came out, but it'll pass," you shrug. "Sometimes I feel like it already has. It’s been really quiet ever since.”

May chuckles, "I’m guessing Steve did his job and scared them off." 

"Maybe," you chuckle, walking past her towards the kitchen to clock in. 

“Oh yeah,” May sighs. "Wanda's been out for the past two days. Her brother got into a horrible accident and she's been with him since. It's been really hard on her." 

"Oh," you whisper, feeling sympathy for her. 

“Staff is tight today so get to work!” she orders playfully. 

You stand tall and give her a salute. “Aye, aye, Captain.” 

Wanda’s strides grow wider as she draws nearer to the restaurant. Fires of fury smoldered in her brown eyes. Her face was red with suppressed rage, and when Vision called from behind, her head whipped towards him. ready to attack. 

She ignores his pleas and pulls the door to Urban Remedy violently as if to break it off its hinges. May’s head turns around at the sound. 

“Wanda?” she asked, confused. “What are you doing here?” 

Wanda ignores her question and looks around for you. She makes her way into the kitchen to find you picking up orders. 

When you see her you give her a small apologetic smile and it only pisses her off. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she hisses. Her voice echoes through the kitchen, making every living thing pause for a moment. 

“What?” Your brows knit together in confusion. 

She grabs you by the shirt with both hands. “What did my brother do to you?” she shouts, shaking you violently. “You ruined his life!” 

You push her off. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!” 

“Your fucking boyfriend!” she spat with a pointed finger. Her words spark a fire that courses through your veins. “He hurt my brother.” Wanda’s eyes gloss over but her anger remains evident in her brows. “He broke him and left him to die,” she says, voice cracking a little with every word. “I couldn’t even recognize him when I found him.” 

The fire in you runs cold. Your tightened jaw goes slack leaving your mouth parted slightly in shock. Your mind goes blank. 

Wanda breaks into tears and it breaks your heart. Vision places his hands on her shoulders from behind. 

It doesn’t make any sense to you. You didn’t know what to say or how to explain. 

What the hell were you going to explain if you didn’t even know what had happened?

You come to place your hand on her arm. “Wanda I—” 

She flinches at your touch, eyes blazing red. “Don’t touch me,” she jeers.

Your hand falls to your side and you look away in shame. Your thoughts run wild. Trying to tie the situation together and not make you fall apart at the same time. 

Why would Steve hurt him? 

Then it comes like a lightbulb. 

"Nowhere, just unfinished business." 

"I’m guessing Steve did his job and scared them away." 

Your jaw tightens and fist clenches. You look over to Wanda crying in her boyfriend's arms.

"Tell me what he did," you spoke.

"What?" She asks. 

"What did Steve do to your brother?"

The door to Steve’s office opens with a loud slam. You stomp inside with a scowl on your face. 

He furrows his brows at you, standing in front of his desk with a few papers in hand. "Y/N? You're here?" 

You slam your bag onto his desk and he winces at the sound. "Why did you do it?" 

"What are you talking about?" He shakes his head in confusion. 

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" you shout at him. "Why did you do it?" 

He places his hand on his hip and shakes the papers in his other. "Y/N, I don't know what you're talking about,” he repeats. “Is everything alright?”

"Why the hell did you take his eye?!" you blurt out. 

Steve stands back. His lips tilt down as if irritated. "How do you know that?" 

You scoff. "What? You thought I wouldn't find out?" 

He throws his papers onto his desk. "It's something you didn't need to worry about.” 

"It's about me!” you pointed to yourself with both hands. “If anyone is supposed to be worried it's supposed to be me!" your voice begins to rise. "He's Wanda's brother!" And Wanda's my friend!” 

"I don't care whose brother he is. What he did was wrong!" he says, voice beginning to rise as well. "I can't believe you're defending the guy that wrote all that bullshit about you. I was defending you." 

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. "I'm not saying what he did was right. It's the fact that you decided to take it into your own hands that I’m against." 

Steve clicks his tongue. "He deserved what he got,” he spat. 

The anger residing in your veins begins to boil.  "And who made you the judge? You're not the one that's supposed to make that decision!" you shouted at him. 

“I’m the kingpin!” he yelled. “I run things around here. Anyone who goes against me will suffer the consequences!” 

You stand back, but don’t back down. "So it wasn't really about me,” you chuckled sadly. "It was about you and your overinflated ego!" you spat.

"I never said that!" he argues with arms spread at his sides.  

"You just did!” you retorted. “It's all about how people see you. You don’t wanna ruin the perfect image you have for yourself,” you jeer. "You’re not the king of the world. You're just a filthy mobster!" 

Steve’s jaw ticks at your words. Even under his stone cold expression, your words manage to hurt him. Maybe if it was someone else he wouldn’t have cared, but hearing those words from you hurt more than it should’ve. It feels all too familiar. A lot like memories he’s buried six feet under. 

“If that’s what you think then why the hell are you still here?" he states, cold enough that it has shivers running down your spine. "Maybe you should just leave!" 

Your fuse simmered with his words. 

You never said you wanted to leave. 

Your hands balled into fists and your nostrils flared. "Maybe I should!" you barked. You yanked your bag off his desk making the papers fly off as you rushed out the door. 

Steve swallows deeply as he sees you leave. He wants to run after you but his feet feel like they’re cemented to the ground. Steve swipes a hand through his hair and lets out a deep, exhausted sigh. 

A knock comes at the door and he turns to see Bucky standing in the doorframe. Half hidden as if he was afraid. 

"Uh, is everything okay?" he asks warily. 

Steve’s shoulders drop and a frown forms on his face. "No, no it's not,” he shakes his head. 

"I've made a really big mistake." 

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[jj-lynn21]

Deadpool Presents: Axel’s Valentine’s Day special story ch1

warnings: fluff, angst, smut

I know super long uncalled for title. To read the connecting story to this check out  Deadpool Presents: Once Upon A Zeitgeist. 

ch2  ch3  ch4  ch5

Julie is making breakfast. The twins, Axel Jr. and Peter, are watching X-men cartoons in the living room. Axel comes out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Boxers and a tank top on that seems to be sticking to him in his still damp state.

He walks into the kitchen. Reaching around Julie to grab a piece of bacon that is cooling. Then he wraps his arms around her. He kisses her cheek. “Morning babe.” He takes in her scent deeply. “I love the smell of bacon and you in the morning.”

Julie laughs, “That’s funny Axel. Why don’t you call the boys in for breakfast and see if they want milk or orange juice?” She flips the last pancake.

“No, problem.” He slaps her ass, “Tomorrow your all mind.”

She jumps, “We will talk about that later.”

He heads to get the kids, yelling, “You’ll be mine for Valentine’s. Just call him to babysit.”

He comes back to the table with the twins. Before he sits down, he Kisses Julie on the lips quickly.

Peter crinkles his nose, “Gross.”

Axel chuckles, “Kissing isn’t gross Peter. But you and your brother might want to stay away from that contact until you gain complete control of your ability to spew acid.”

“I kissed a girl,” Jr. said.

Axel and Julie look at their twelve-year-old stunned, but they don’t want to scare him. She said, “Oh.” Then looked to Axel to ask the boy more.

Axel swallows his mouth full of bacon, “So, how’d that work out son?”

Jr. grinned, “Fantastic.”

Axel nods trying not to grin, “She’s good then? I mean how did it happen for you and her?”

Jr. laughs, “She’s amazing. I thought she was cute, so I pulled her braid to get her attention.”

Julie said, “That wasn’t very nice.”

“But it worked Mom. She turned right around and punched me in the face.” Jr. grinned bigger.

Julie and Axel cover their mouths trying not to laugh.

“Then I planted one on her,” He said proudly. “I lip locked her for 30 whole seconds. Before I stopped and puked acid on her shoe.”

“Oh shit,” Axel feared for a bad ending for this story that was all too familiar. “Is she ok? You need to be more careful.”

“She’s fine Dad,” He was a little annoyed his Dad thought he would hurt anyone. “Her skin is Alkaline water or something like that with a high PH balance that neutralizes acid. I heard some kids talking about her and Ali is really cute, so I wanted to kiss her, and I did. Now she’s my girlfriend.”

“That was still dangerous son but sounds like you do got a girlfriend.” He takes a few more pieces of bacon and shovels them into his mouth.

“If she punched you, how do you figure she’s your girlfriend? It wasn’t polite of you to kiss her after she punched you.” Julie tries not to sound preachy but doesn’t think the way he went about getting that kiss should be praised too much.

“Ali brought me an extra chocolate milk at lunch.” Jr. bragged. “And before she sat down, she kissed my cheek for like five seconds, told me we are dating. So I’m happy with that.”

“That’s my boy.” Axel praised. Julie narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh, of course it was dangerous and you should never tease a girl to get what you want. You need to be nice. Stealing kisses isn’t always nice. In this case it worked out for you, so cool.” Julie shook her head. Axel shrugged.

After breakfast the kids run off to play outside as Axel helps Julie clean up. “Maybe have a more personal talk with him later Axel?” Julie absorbs the mess from dishes before putting them back in the cupboard.

Alex finishes the bacon before absorbing the mess left, “About what?” He picks up the pancake plate next to clean it.

Julie cleans another dish with her ability, “About teasing girls. About kissing a girl without her permission.  About the dangers of him kissing or doing other things with a girl without consent or without protection of any sort.  He should respect girls, don’t you think?”

“So, you want me to talk to him about safe sex?” He walks over to put all the serving dishes away.

“Its more than that Axel” She is frustrated he doesn’t get what she is really talking about. “I don’t want our boys to be arrogant little assholes thinking that they can take whatever they want.”

“Well, they are our sons so they can pretty much have anything they want and when they are older anyone they want as long as they don’t kiss 99.9% of them.” Axel said bluntly.

She stands on her tiptoes to put her finger in his face, “That is an asshole perspective that I thought I broke you of a long time ago. You hadn’t gone near a woman in years before me because you disfigured someone. Do you want something that traumatic to happen to your boys? No one could even touch your face before me. I think you need to talk to your boys or I will and I don’t pretend to know the first thing about being a man but I do know men should treat everyone they meet with respect…And I can’t believe I even have to…”

“Woe woe woe, babe,” He puts his hands up in front of him. “Your right, you don’t know shit about being a man.”

“Fuck you Axel,” Julie screams lifting her hand up to smack him.

He grabs her wrist before she can make contact, “Fuck, I didn’t mean it like I was being some kind of asshole. I just meant I need to explain things in a more realistic way. Some chicks are whores and all they want is a cock to play with for the night and those are the women he needs to be aware of. They couldn’t give a shit about him. I mean I won’t say it exactly like that but it’s hard to know which way is up when your hormones are starting to go wild at their age and their feelings are only going to get more complicated. Yes, Jr. shouldn’t have pulled the girls hair and that girl shouldn’t have punched him in the face, but they obviously liked each other before the incident, or it wouldn’t have been a good out-come.”

He tries to put his arms around her. She takes a few steps away and turns her back.

“I’ll talk to him seriously,” Axel pleaded.

Julie turns around. Her arms are crossed. “You will have a serious conversation with both boys and tell them what Jr. did wasn’t the right way to get a girlfriend even through it worked for him? And he should apologize to her for pulling her hair? And you will give him examples of nicer ways to get a girl’s attention like offering to carry her books or just even excusing himself as he goes around her and winking?”

“Yes, I’ll tell him all that and all kinds of gentlemen stuff.” Axel promises. “They will be good boys. Not little spoiled assholes, I promise.”

“Uh hmm,” She let’s her arms drift to her side. “That’s a huge promise big boy. I think if we both just try our best, they will probably be ok.”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck looking at her with his big green puppy eyes.

This look always gets her to feel bad for him even if whatever he said or did was his fault. She opens her arm wide. “Come her baby boy. I’m not mad at you. I love you and you know it.”

He walks over and gets on his knees. He wraps his arms around her waist and rests his head on her stomach. She runs her hand through his hair. He looks up at her slowly still a pitiful look on his face. “I love you to babe. You know the kids will probably be playing outside until lunch if we let them.”

Julie smirks, “Probably.”

He slides his hands down to her bare legs and up them under her dress while looking at her. “I could show you how much you mean to me right here. Nothing for me. Just for you.”

“You could if you really wanted to.” She grins. “I mean you of course have my approval to let that tongue of yours go wild.”

He disappears under her dress and she leans back on the counter. Her eyes closed as he works her over. She tries to just bite her lip as she feels him. But as she gets closer to orgasm she moans softly. He’s the only one that ever made her feel this good with out her hand helping in the process. When she comes its messy. He easily sucks her dry and what gets on his face he enjoys absorbing right into his whole being.

He comes up and kisses her deeply. “That’s just a little preview of what’s in store for you tomorrow”

“Your insatiable,” She smiles. “I’ll see if Maddy can watch the kids. You know I don’t like dealing with Wade.”

“I know you don’t but if Maddy has plans he is a great choice and he feels guilty enough to do anything for you,” Axel suggests.

“You are confusing guilt with wanting to fuck me Axel,” She looks up at him and really wants to spend an evening away from the kids. Even though she loves them, twins that can spew acid are a handful. “But I’ll call him if I need to since you already made plans.”

“I did babe,” He was so excited. “I made all the plans for everything. You won’t have to do anything at all tomorrow that you don’t really really want to try.”

“That’s open to interpretation isn’t it?” She grins.

Axel give her a big innocent smile.

Peter comes in crying with a half of a frog. “Jr. puked acid on my bestest friend.”

Julie hugs him, “I’m sure it was an accident Peter.”

Axel tries not to laugh, “I think you, me and your brother should have an important talk. Let’s go get him. And I’m sure you will find another best friend. Maybe one that won’t give you warts.”

Peter laughs and throws the dead frog in the trash.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

DEH Carrie AU I've Been Invited to the Prom/ I Remember How Those Boys Could Dance

(Evan and Zoe stand behind the corner of the house waiting for Connor to come home)

E: I’m gonna look pretty stupid when he turns me down.

Z: He won’t! Trust me. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.

(Evan frowns and whimpers nervously. Zoe puts a hand on his shoulder)

Z: Hey. No matter what he says, thanks for doing this.

(Evan smiles sappily up at her. Zoe spots Connor coming up the sidewalk)

Z: Oh crap! There he is! Here he comes!

(With everybody yelling at him Evan is about to rush out there in a panic but Zoe catches his shoulder again and pulls him back)

Z: Wait!

(She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and Evans skin flushes)

Z: For luck.

(She smiles. He puts a hand to his cheek and if it was possible he gives her an even sappier lovesick puppy grin than he did before.)

Z: Now get out there!

(She gives him a shove before running off and he stumbles out in front of Connor)

E: C-Connor! I just- I w-was- I w-wanted t-to…hi!

(Evan awkwardly holds up his hand in a wave)

Con: …What are you doing here?

E: Wow uh straight to point! Uh pffff! H-here goes n-nothing. Connor I um I was I was wondering if uh-

(He fidgets the whole time, tugging at his shirt, playing with his hair, looking anywhere but at Connor.)

Con: Spit. It. Out.

(Connor leans closer with every word, not helping matters. Evan takes a shaky breath and summons every scrap of confidence in his body…It doesn’t stop him from stuttering like mad though)

E: …I-I-If you d-don’t already h-have a d-date…w-would you…m-maybe…wanna go to p-prom? With me?

(Connor’s eyes widen and his back straightens. He doesn’t reply. He just stands staring at the slightly trembling boy in front of him)

E: …Prom? I-It’s this Saturday? I-I was-

(Connor’s eyes narrow)

Con: I don’t like to be fucked with.

E: W-What?

Con: I know who you hang around with!

E: H-Hey! I don’t hang around with a-anyone I don’t want to! E-Except Jared b-but that’s- but it’s-!

(He stops himself realizing he’s not making this any better. He sighs at last and just says)

E: I-Its complicated.

(Something about how utterly defeated the boy looks makes Connor swallow the growing paranoia creeping up his throat like bile and have mercy on the kid.)

Con: Why are you doing this?

E: C-cause I w-want to.

(Connor, almost bemused replies)

Con: No you’re not!

(Evan pauses)

E: M-Maybe because you liked my poem. Maybe b-because I think we actually have a l-lot in c-common. Maybe because I t-think you deserve to hang out with someone nice for o-once.

(Before Connor can reply his mother voice rings out)

C: CONNOR! DINNER!

Con: Shit! You need to go!

(Evan takes another deep breath)

E: Not until you say yes!

Con: WHAT?!

(Evan plants his feet as firmly as he can upon the concrete, clenches his fists and puffs up his chest as if that’s going to make him in the least bit intimidating, his face betraying his pure terror)

E: Yup! We’re d-doin this! If you w-w-want me gone you’re g-gonna have to-

Con: I’d love to!

(Evan loses his stance almost instantly)

E: …Really?

Con: Yeah that sounds…nice actually.

E: …Okay! So uh…pick you up at eight?

Con: Sure.

C: CONNOR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE?!

(Connor quickly grabs Evan and ushers him away)

Con: (whisper shouting) GO GO GO!

(Once Evan is long out of sight Connor allows a small but genuine smile to come to his face and he murmurs)

Con: …Thank you…

(to no one before turning and rushing inside.)

(Cynthia, Zoe and Connor all sit around the dinner table. Zoe leans disinterestedly back in her chair and Connor pushes his mothers latest disgusting vegan casserole around his plate with his fork, deep in thought.)

C (spoken): I don’t know what you’ve been dreaming about tonight Connor. But you’ve hardly touched your dinner. Now have some pie.

Con (spoken): It clogs my skin Mama

(He tries to push the dessert plate away but Cynthia pushes it back.)

C (spoken): Nonsense. As Peter says, the only beauty that matters is the precious light that comes from within.

Con: Mama don’t you think it’s time I should try to get along?

(Zoe’s ears perk up)

C (spoken): Whatever are you going on about Connor? Being different is the lord’s blessing

Con: Mama people think I’m strange All the kids have called me names

C (spoken): Well then just don’t listen to them. It is written “He who hears my voice alone shall be saved.”

Con: Mama can’t we stop and talk? There’s this boy named Evan Hansen

Margaret: Connor

Con: I’ve been invited to the prom.

(He can’t help but smile and Zoe is forced to hide hers behind her desert fork so she won’t give the game away. Inside she’s fist pumping. Her plan worked.)

C (spoken): Prom?

Con: I never thought that I would go When he first asked and I said no He asked me twice (His expression changes from surprise to a small smile.) He asked me twice And so I finally said alright I thought if you would help me that night I might look nice I might look nice

I know I’m not other kids I know I’m pretty weird But sometimes I dare to think I’m lovely Nobody feels the things that I do Mama please I’m just not like you Maybe I’ll find someone who loves me!

Con(spoken): Evan’s really a nice guy and I’ll be home by midnight. It’s Saturday! I’ve accepted Mama! I’ve accepted!

(Cynthia isn’t listening. She’s far away, lost on her thoughts.)

C: I remember how those boys could dance Pressing close on friday nights They could sweep me away

Con(spoken): Mama

C: Oh how those boys were demons of romance In their cars we chased the lights I know just how boys will behave!

(She stands now her eyes ablaze with the fury of a woman scorned)

(Connor stands too.)

Con(spoken): Not this boy Mama, he’s isn’t like the others! He’s nice, you’ll see, really you will! Everyone isn’t bad Mama! Not everything is a sin!

C: Oh how your father whispered in my ear First the kiss and then the touch! Mixing lies with the truth! He would sigh and try to draw me near Oh he’d swear he cared so much! That’s what the boys do

(She points at him, angry and accusing)

They’ll make promises! They will break your heart! Then they’ll laugh at you! Watching you fall apart!

(She grabs him by the wrist)

Don’t you think that I know?! Don’t you think this has happened before?! It’s the smell of the blood that will drive them mad! Chasing you like a whore!

Carrie(spoken): No!

(He jerks his wrist away)

C: Yes! Don’t you know their game?! Have you lost your mind?! Can’t you see Satan’s depassion has made you blind?! And this boy’s like the rest! And they’re all like the serpents who crawl! You can beg all you want to the lord! Oh how your father came to me that night!

(Zoe stands up to come to her brothers defense but she’s quickly drowned out)

Con: That doesn’t mean that the same thing will happen to me!

C: With the smell of smoke and gin

Con: Give him a chance and you’ll see!

C: With a lust in his eyes And he took me and touched me I tried to fight!

Con: Mama please listen you don’t hear a word that I’ve said!

C: Satan gave your father sin!

Con: Sometimes I wish you were dead!

C: And the sin never died!

Con(spoken): Mama please stop!

C(spoken): You’re not going!

Con(spoken): I already said that I would! I said yes!

C (spoken): Then say no! Tell him you changed your mind.

(She turns an starts to walk away as if thats that but Connor isn’t having any of it.)

Con(spoken): Mama come back.

C(spoken): The rain’s coming in. I have to close the windows.

Con(spoken): I’ll get them!

(He holds his hand out and all around the house windows start slamming shut. Cynthia shrieks and Zoe jumps, in her terror she stumbles and falls back into her seat, her eyes never leaving her brother.)

C(spoken): Witch!

(Connor slowly turns his head to look at his mother.)

Con: I am not afraid of you at all I have nothing left to lose I have power I can use Nothing you can say or do will ever stop me again!

(Connor calmly returns to his seat and finishes his pie as his sister and mother stare at him stricken with fear.)

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Han Som Hatar Människan (He Who Hates The People) - Part 2: “A Journey To Destruction”

Niklas Kvarforth x OFC

               In the morning, Niklas was the first one to wake up. He had slept on the girl’s breasts throughout the whole night. What a better spot to spend the night than this? He lift his almost lifeless body off of hers with a lot of effort, as he was feeling like trash and he froze in a sitting position. He still couldn’t realize what had happened. Even though she was sound asleep, she didn’t seem to be sleeping calmly, as if something in her sleep was bothering her. Niklas came back on Earth and rubbed his face sleepily. He made an attempt at getting up on his feet, but he ended up tripping on an empty bottle and landing on his face on the blood and booze-stained carpet.

“Fucking hell…” He cursed under his breath with his raspy voice. The sound from his falling seemed to have disturbed the girl’s sleep as she shifted around and opened her eyes. She touched around the bed in search for the singer that had slept on top of her throughout the whole night, but he was missing. She lift herself up from the bed just to find him still lying face down on the floor. She chuckled and tried to stop herself from laughing. “Don’t make fun of me, woman.” He hissed without even trying to lift himself up. The girl jumped off the bed and straddled him.

“Do you need help?” She gently whispered in his ear as she sat on his ass, lying her body down on his back.

“Why would I? Just another fucking day in hell I can handle.” The singer muttered and that made it clear for the female that he definitely wasn’t the playful type. She rolled her eyes and quickly removed herself from his body. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him expectantly. He finally found the strength and turned himself over to lie on his back. After a short hesitation, he got on his knees in front of the silent female and rested his head on her thighs. “I feel like trash.” He whispered blankly.

“You look like one too.”

“How kind of you.” Niklas noticed sarcastically.  

“I’m just being honest. Besides, I’m not aware of you being fond of people who are being kind to you, which is strange. Who doesn’t want people to be kind with them?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not precisely what I meant. But whatever, woman. We’re all unworthy of kindness. We are all worthless. You are worthless, I am worthless, every living thing inhabiting the planet Earth is worthless.” Niklas muttered drunkenly.

“Don’t call me woman! I have a name.” The girl protested.

“Let’s hear it then.”

“Oh, so now you ask. You fucked me without even knowing my name.”

“What difference does it make anyway? Sex needs no names in order to happen.” The singer noted with his raspy voice as he unexpectedly spread her legs and kissed the inner side of her thighs as he looked into her eyes. “Just get to the point.”

“It’s Abigail.”

“Abigail.” Niklas repeated the female’s name, letting it roll off his tongue. “How old are you, Abigail?”

“I’m 22.”

“Good then. I was starting to think I had fucked an underage girl.”

“You’re flattering me.” Abigail chuckled. Niklas was still so hungover, that while he was still running his lips over her inner thighs he simply buried his head between her legs with the muttering sound of a really tortured man. He could hardly keep his eyes open. Suddenly, somebody knocked on the door and bravely opened it. The blond head of the new Shining bassist peeked through the door.

“Am I interrupting something?” Christian asked without the slightest tone of shame in his voice.

“Just another episode of “Niklas is hungover as fuck”, as it seems.” Abigail replied calmly, with a slight tone of blame, while she apparently didn’t mind standing naked in front of the blond man’s eyes.

“Don’t you want something to eat, dude?” Christian hardly kept himself from laughing, as Niklas’ current position was hinting him that he’s already started his breakfast, even though it wasn’t what it seemed.

“Hopefully, I’ll be downstairs in about ten minutes, kid.” Niklas replied blankly.

“I’ll make sure he does.” Abigail promised and Christian went on to close the door with a smirk frozen on his lips.

“I don’t need a baby sitter.” The singer whined.

“Sure looks like you don’t.” The girl replied sarcastically. She grabbed him by the pony tail and lift his head up, so he can look her in the eyes. “Come on, in the shower you go.” She ordered and Niklas exhaled deeply, giving up. She helped him get up on his feet and escorted him to the shower, pushing him inside the shower cabin.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Niklas pointed his finger threatingly as his head peeked between the shower cabin doors.

“Of course I’m not. I’m staying here to make sure you don’t slip and fall on your ass.”

               After Niklas was done showering, Abigail found him a pair of clean clothes and for her surprise, he didn’t need help getting dressed. Apparently, the cold morning shower had washed away some of his hangover. He could even speak and move more lively.  The girl finally took care of her own appearance and they were finally ready to join the others.

               The breakfast went normally. Niklas seemed very quiet. The rest of the guys kept looking at Abigail questioningly, which made her feel a little awkward and out of place, because in her mind they thought she was just another whore. She wasn’t ever bothered by what people might think of her, but there were black spots on the dirty canvas of her past that she didn’t want to be reminded of. However, they knew nothing of her, so they weren’t allowed to judge.

               The band was about to leave for the next destination and with a saddened mind, Abigail knew the hour to say goodbye to Niklas was approaching with slow and heavy steps. And there they were, standing in front of the band’ sleeper bus. Abigail was ready to stretch out her hand to Niklas and leave this night in the past behind. However, Niklas didn’t seem to have the same intentions.

“I want you to join us on our tour. It won’t be that long.” Niklas finally offered blankly. Abigail was speechless. The notorious misanthrope Niklas Kvarforth was actually asking her, a nobody, to join them on tour.

“Niklas, I’m not a whore. I’m not coming along to be a doll for games.” Abigail said determinedly, since she thought he only wants her for the sex. Niklas laughed.

“I know that very well. I can tell you’re not.” He laughed again at her wrong impression of his intentions. “Do you have a family waiting for you at home?”

“I-I don’t.” Abigail replied shyly.

“Come on then. Judging by the action that brought you so far, I thought you were a risk-taker. Did I make a miscalculation?” The girl laughed at his words, despite their seriousness.

“No. I am indeed. But…I don’t have my stuff…” She said timidly. Niklas snickered.

“Is that all that bothers you? We can pass by your place so you can take what you want, but quickly. We don’t have much time to waste.” He was being very convincing, but she was still hesitating for some reason. Niklas was a stranger to her just like she was to him, yet he was asking her to join them. On the other hand, he had always seemed like an interesting person to be around and it was always something she had wished to experience as a fan of his. Now this opportunity was presented to her in a way she had never expected. Was she really going to ditch it?

“Why do you want me to come?” She finally asked, still in hesitation. Niklas exhaled deeply and approached her.

“I’ve met many women, Abigail. Many. Many I’ve fucked, many I’ve only talked to, but only three or four of them were worth my time. Only three or four were worth talking to. From the short time I spent with you, you seem to me like one of those women who are worth my time. And since I’ve lost faith in finding such women, I want to see if you are one. Besides, you’re a bold one and I like that.”

“Honest. I like that and I appreciate it. I still find it a questionable motive, but that’s a risk, isn’t it? And since it’s a risk, I say let’s do it.” Abigail crossed her arms and raised her chin up proudly and determinedly. Kvarforth smirked with that signature smirk of his that had locked in it perversion and dark thoughts.

               While in the sleeper bus, Niklas announced that he is still sleepy and he is going to take a rest for a while. This meant Abigail was being left alone with the rest of the band. Even though she didn’t know Kvarforth in the least, she knew the other guys even less and without him she felt alone and vulnerable. She kept sitting on the leather couch quietly, hugging her legs as she felt the guys’ gaze upon her. Peter was strumming his guitar and so was Christian strumming his bass, while music was playing quietly in the background.

“Come on, loosen up, we don’t eat people, unlike our Niklas there.” Peter finally ruined the silence. Abigail giggled as she felt a little stupid having this remark thrown at her.

“I’m fine, actually. I’m just still trying to process the choice I made.”

“And we’re trying to process the choice Niklas made. Nothing personal, of course. It’s just that our guy doesn’t simply invite girls over to tour with him, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m aware. That’s why I questioned him in the first place. But hey, what so bad could happen from taking this opportunity?”

“You could get sucked in by Niklas’ downward spiral of self-destruction, that’s what.” Christian added blankly as he was playing around with his bass.

“I’ve been down that road. I ain’t walking it again. Besides, you guys don’t seem to be affected…much…”

“That’s different. But judging by your words, I guess Niklas has got a new destruction-buddy. You be careful…Abigail, wasn’t it? I’m not saying he’s a bad person, but he’s seriously fucked up.” The blond man warned.

“And you guys don’t try to fix him? Because I would.” The girl said determinedly and all of the guys just snickered. She knew what that meant. What a stupid idea, huh? To try to keep him away from his bad, self-destructive habits.  Niklas himself…Who would even dare to oppose him?

               The sleeper bus parked on the designated place at their next destination. Everyone headed to unload their luggage and carry it to their rooms, except Niklas. Abigail followed every movement around her with a jaw dropped to the ground as everyone was unloading their things, while Niklas hurried to get to the reception.

“Doesn’t he plan on unpacking?” The puzzled girl asked.

“Well, he does plan to unpack alright, but I can’t guarantee it’s important stuff.” Christian replied with a slight smirk, which had a trace of disappointment in it. Or was that admiration? Abigail looked at him in attempt to decode what he meant. “You’ll see.” With the last remark from his side, Abigail was almost certain she understood him, just as much as she was certain she didn’t like where things were going. She shot him with a last glance of shock written on her face and ran after Niklas. He already had the keys for the band’ suite and was climbing the stairs with a quick pace. Abigail was struggling a bit in her heels to catch up with him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something important?” Abigail shouted after him as she was about ten steps behind him.

“Everything essential I carry with me. The rest has almost caught up with me, but the heels it’s wearing are kind of a barrier.” Niklas replied somewhat amusedly without even turning to face the girl.

“I wasn’t even implying myself. I was implying that you’ve got stuff to carry.” She noticed as she finally caught up with him. They reached the suite and Niklas unlocked it.

“I made you a compliment and the first thing you worry about is my suitcases. What is wrong with you?” He laughed as he opened the door and entered the suite.

“Well, that came from the right person.” Christian noticed as he showed up from nowhere behind the girl along with the other guys and entered the room.

“You’ll sleep in my room.” Niklas announced, pointing to the girl and ignoring the younger man’s remark as he opened the door to the room he picked and entered impatiently. His tone would accept no refusal. Abigail opened her mouth to say something, but she figured she had no voice in this and followed him quietly. She was curious to see the guys’ reaction, but decided it would be better for her if she didn’t turn to see it. When she entered the room, Niklas had already taken out a packet of “white powder” and had found the smoothest surface in the room. The girl’s jaw dropped.

“It hasn’t been five minutes since you stepped into the hotel and you’re already snorting coke?” She shouted disappointedly at him. Niklas took a minute, leaning his head back with his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply in order to get rid of the irritation that had taken over him. He opened his eyes and concentrated them on her.

“Are you questioning my habits?” He calmly asked.

“Well, what the fuck does it sound to you like?”

“It sounds to me like: it’s not any of your business.” Niklas stated with the same calm, blameless and blank tone and with “white powder” on his nose. Abigail exhaled deeply and made a sharp turn, walking out of the room. She passed by the guys like a hurricane and Kvarforth’s raspy voice echoed from behind her. “Where are you going?”

“Not far.” Abigail answered almost regretfully as she headed for the sleeper bus. She took his suitcases and struggling to climb the stairs in her heels, she finally managed to take them to the top of the stairs. Christian was already there, standing with his hands in his pockets.

“You need help with those?” He asked politely. She didn’t mean to sound rude or unthankful, but she was pissed at Kvarforth.

“No, thank you. I can do it myself.” She was a funny picture, trying to carry the cases with her small frame and in those heels. She entered Kvarforth’s room and threw the cases on the ground. He was done shooting the lines and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Can I sleep in the bus?”

“No, no you can’t. We don’t always reserve hotel rooms, so take advantage while you can. How did the coke piss you off so much? It’s not like you weren’t aware of what kind of a person I am.” Niklas stated as calm as before despite the frown written on Abigail’s face.

“I wasn’t pissed off mainly because of the coke. It’s just that you can’t expect from the guys to carry your stuff for you while you’re snorting your coke. You can’t expect anyone to carry your stuff just because you’re the “big star”. And I’m not talking self-respect here, I’m talking band-respect. Do it because of the guys.” She explained nervously. Niklas snickered.

“I’m sure the guys will appreciate your concern. I was going to take my own stuff when I was done here, if that’s the problem.” He was somewhat amused by the girl’s remark, so he was low-key grinning the whole time.

“Sure you were.”