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isolt-black · 2 years

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sábado, 8 de mayo de 2021

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Part 1: diaries

I can't begin to explain how I felt during that weekend.

April 29th, R and my fellow roomates had just finished work. We were chatting in the kicsi (small) house of the youth centre.

She told us about her weekend plans and how she wanted to visit her great grandad's house in Torockó.

We were planning to have a trip to Marosvásárhely, but it got cancelled.

R knew about this and she decided to invite us to join her.

We accepted the purpose, we were really into it. And that was the best decision we could've ever made.

The trip started the next day, on Saturday. The three of us woke up really early to visit the farmer's market. I was really tired that day in the morning, so I decided to get a little bit more of sleep and didn't go out with them.

I woke up at a decent hour in order to feel rested enough and I had breakfast.

To be honest, I had blurry feelings in my head, I really wasn't in the mood to join the excursion.

I get these kind of contradictory feelings really often. Nevertheless, I usually know how to deal with them and I knew I had to force myself into the experience.

We drove for almost three hours to have lunch at R's granpa's. It was a traditional post soviet kicsi house. They had a beautiful garden and such nice views. I met R's mom and grandad. They were so nice people and I couldn't really talk to them but L was there, translating for us.

We had amazing food for lunch, acompannied with, of course, pálinka.

It was already time to head out so we said goodbye and got back into the car.

We drove for almost two hours until we got to Torockó. It was a very sunny day and I couldn't believe it was that hot!

We entered into R's great grandad's house. It was a small wooden rural house, with a big garden and a great landscape. The insides were really old and I felt like in a movie. It was so great to see all the old fortniture and pictures.

We were expecting rain but someone was by our side and the sunrays were hotter than ever. So why not hike up to the top of that beautiful rock standing 1,129m above?

We started the treck up to the rock. We had to cross a beautiful flower field to get to the feet of the big rock.

It was so steep and I could already picture myself getting to the top.

Part 2: love

The top of that rock. I don't remember wanting so bad to reach to somewhere as much as I did to the summit of Székelykő.

My heart was beating really fast and my whole body was moved for the aim of hunger to reach the sky. It was only 1'1 Km high, but I spread my arms as if I had reached the top of the world.

The warm air, the wide vision of the marvelous landscape in front of my bare eyes and this feeling of belonging I will never be able to explain through words. I think that's how true love feels.

As if there was an actual god out there I felt how the world was talking to me, loving me as much as I love it. I looked up to the sky and smiled through the sunrays across my face.

Deep breath, I'm alive.

I look at my hands, I move my fingers <<just like a dream>>. I was sitting on the top of this stones, the hungarian flag painted on it was shining.

Is there anything love can't still do?

I got down and touched the warm earth, the grass and its stones.

''This is where I live''

I am a human being and I can't help it but love, and that's my strongest weapon.

This is the reason I was born, I never had a doubt, not a single one. Because I knew it before I even knew you. Because I know that everytime I look at the sky I can only love so hard. And I can't do nothing about it but desiring to unravel all the mysteries of the universe.

Because I spent nights in my room crying about you and now I know better than ever you will always be by my side.

You, my biggest weakness and my reason to live.

I had been sleeping for such a long time that I had to actually come to you to realise I'm still alive.

I was writing a poem while looking at you, as I always do.

Because you have no counciousness, but you are alive in my soul.

You live in me, I owe you my life. I want to know how the story ends but I'm scared oh mother nature. Love me back.

At the top of that castle I was like God, ruling the world, I was the protagonist and I saw my soul reflected on the landscape.

I was sitting on this rock which felt like a throne. My right hand was resting on other rock and I was floating up there.

I saw a tiny doggo walking by, he looked like a mop and I laughed a little.

My eyes met the piatra again, and I felt free.

''So i did it huh''

And of course I did.

Back in R's gret grandad's old house the only lights lighting up the alleys were the street lights.

The wind was blowing and Székelykő was standing in front of me. Folk music was playing and I could feel myself becoming a child again. I approached smiling towards the sleeping giant and looked up, it was a big high dark silhouette. The stray dog passing by was looking at me and i smiled at him.

Touching the rock i was sitting on with bear hands.

I put my headphones on and remembered even all the stars wouldn't be enough for my hungry soul. Unravelling the world would take me a thousand lives, wouldn't it?

''I still have hope, if i know how to dig deeper''

But do i know how?

Looked up at Székelykő again, how beautiful can you get?

I was, indeed, in one of my dreams again.

The fancy hotel in front of me looked excatly like one of the scenarios i had dreamt about long ago.

So yeah, I was dreaming.

Guess I have already mentioned that fortress, haven't I?

Well, that castle, the next day we went up to the hill where it was standing. I I was picturing every scenario of the battles that had occured centuries ago by caressing those old walls.

Euphoria would be the best word to describe it.

But not even that feeling is close to the one I was experimenting.

It was again sunny, but this time windy, and my long hair was flying in the big wave of air as I entered to one of the towers. There were four narrow walls drawing a square around me. A lot of bushes were growing on the ground, and you could see the big ''windows'' in which the wind was aggresevily going throughout.

I remembered why I hate so much the wind, and the reason is because it's the most powerful element out of all four. It has so much power that it could brign down anyone just by being blown hard enough. But in that moment, I was loving it. The physics of that tower were so narrow that the atoms of the air would bounce on every of the four walls creating a magnificient wind spiral.

''Spread your arms and let the wind fullfil your soul''

And that's exactly what I did.

I directed my view to the main tower. It was high enough to make up a fairytale in my mind. Naturally, I had to check it out. I needed to climb a bit to get up there, but, oh, that just made it so much better. The insides of the big tower were narrow and really high, you could see the holes they used for spying.

''You were smart people huh''

After all, we are human and we have this unique intelligence that no one else posseses on Earth.

As far as we know.

''I won't ever have enough''

That's a life sentence, of death or the total opposite.

Both.

I know what I want and who I need.

That's just me, I'm the answer. I have always been.

I know you will always be by my side, no matter how this ends. And I say this too often but I can't help it, it's the truth that keeps me alive.

I could have never imagined I would try to become what I admired the most.

I remember talking to mom about how much I wished I was smart enough to make it. And I don't even remember how but I decided to give me a chance. Which has brought me where I am today.

All those ''I believe in you'' I heard meant so much to me. No one did, not even me, but people that didn't even know me did. As stupid as it sounds, that was lifesaving.

Now I have to find the way to believe in myself again.

''I'll never love again'' by Lady Gaga. Yeah, that could sum it up.

Vivid memoried from a very young age. Since the first time I took that book from the shelf, not even that. Since my first ever thought.

I know destiny doesn't exist, but sometimes I wish I could rewrite the stars.

"How can we rewrite the stars?

'Cause you are the one I was meant to find."

Perhaps, I never lost myself.

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lovingcorleone · 3 years

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“Stronger Together, Weaker Without” — Michael Corleone x Reader

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Summary: Y/N and Michael were put into a difficult situation, when unexpected things happened just before their wedding.

Pairing: Michael Corleone x Fem!Reader

Request: "Hello could you do one where Michael Corleone and his wife are having a difficult time at the wedding and are trying to talk to resolve it?" — @loveilovetoo

Author's note: (English is my second language.) ; I needed to overcome writer's block, and that's why it took me so long - my sincere apologies! I really hope you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Warning: strong language, sappy conversation?

STRONGER TOGETHER, WEAKER WITHOUT

Friday, the day before wedding.

It is safe to say that many things went wrong on your and Michael's wedding weekend. It all started a day before the ceremony and you weren't sure what to think about it. First, the main bridesmaid, your best friend B/F/N, called you early in the morning, telling that she was sorry but she didn't feel twice as good and probably caught some illness. That would be okay, it wasn't a big deal, because these things just happen and you cannot really prevent them. Little did you know that it was only the beginning of a nightmare.

With this information you went right to Michael to tell him the news, but he only assured you that, yes, it was dissapointing, but nothing that couldn't be solved easily. You only wished this was the first and also the last unpleasant thing of the whole wedding. Another suprise came later in the afternoon when Michael got a call from Tom. Your soon to-be husband was hesistant at first if he should tell you that place where you two were suppossed to have your first dance as married couple, was completely burned down. He quietly came to you and gave you a tight hug. „I have good and bad news.“ he started, „I guess you want to hear the bad news first, huh?“ You pulled back from his hug and gave him worried look. „What happened?“ „So ... the thing is that our venue is gone. Burned down. I'm so sorry, sweetheart. But! The good news is that people who did that are already caught.“ After he had spoken, you were speechless. You couldn't find the words. You blankly stared at Michael, then turned away from him and hugged yourself. „Why would someone do that? Why? We deserve to be happy too, why can't we be?!“ you raised your voice a bit and a few tears escaped from your eyes from pure frustration. Your fiancé was desperate just as much as you were. His blood was boiling, but he knew he should be calm and supportive. Michael was heartbroken too. It was supposed to be his happiest weekend in his life.

Fortunately, your day ended without any more complications. You couldn't sleep with Michael in the same room, because tradition clearly said that it was forbidden and it brings bad luck, so you two just called each other that night. „Everything will be just fine. I promise you that. No one will take away our wedding day from us.“ „Michael, that sounded a bit threatening..“ you laughed, „But yeah. Tomorrow's about us.“

Saturday, Wedding Day, 6:00am.

You didn't have to wake up that early, but the thing was that, you had a very strong feeling that you should be fully awake no matter what. Also, around 7:15am Connie and Sandra promised you to come and start with your preparation for your big day. By that time you were just sitting on your bed watching sun rising up through your window. The bed felt so lonely without Michael in it. You got used to falling asleep and waking up next to him. You wondered if he was still sleeping.

In the middle of your showering, there was a loud knock on the door followed by excited voices of two girls mentioned above. „Come on, sleepyhead. We need you to get ready!“ said Connie with joyful voice. You opened the door with a towel covering your body and wet hair. „About damn time, dear. I hope you slept enough, because I'm sure that right after wedding there will be no sleep for you.“ continued Sandra and winked at you giving you a sign what she really meant by it. You giggled and hugged both of them. „Thanks. Thanks a lot for helping me. I don't know what would I do without you two.“ you sighed and sat at the chair in front of big mirror. It took Sandra about one hour to make your hair looking like it belonged to a princess. It was exactly what you wanted. Then it was Connie's turn with doing your make-up and, of course, it turned out even better than you expected. All of you were so satisfied with final result. Then you put on your dress. Now, you looked like a real princess. Your B/F/N was the one who helped you decide which dress was, metaphorically, made for you. Even though, she couldn't be there with you, the dress reminded you of her. For a minute, all your troubles suddenly disappeared and you were filled with pure joy.

Your silent admiration of your look was however interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Connie was the closest person to it so she carefully opened, but only her face was seen, in case if it was Michael looking for you. Luckily, it was not Michael, but his brother. Which was not good scenario either. „Sonny? Don't you have a work to do?“ Connie asked in quite annoyed voice, because he obviously interrupted their –girls moment-. Sonny was visibly nervous and his hairline was covered in drops of sweat. His sister could swear she saw a glimpse of fear in his eyes. „I need to speak to Y/N. Like right now.“ he said urgently and tried to step into the room, but Connie didn't let him to do so. „C'mon Connie. Just let me in...“ „Who's that?“ you asked with a raised voice so the person on the other side of the door could hear you.

„It's Sonny. I need to tell you somethin'.“ You nodded to Connie that she could let him in. He didn't hesitate and made his way right to you. His first reaction was adorable, because his look fell on your dress and then on your face. He widely smiled ready to give you some cheeky compliment, but he quickly remembered why he came there. „Okay, now, don't be mad.“ As he said that, your happy face dropped. „Everytime when someone says „Don't be mad.“, something really bad happened. I hope this is not that case.“ He made a squinted face and took a deep breath. „Look... aaagh...Something happened.“ „Continue...“ „You know.. your wedding rings...Well...ughh...they are kind of gone. We can't find them and we looked for them everywhere.“ he finally admitted as you fell down on your chair. „Oh my god.“ Sandra whispered and ran to hug you and Connie's jaw dropped down. „But ..how..? They were put in a safe place. Does Michael know?“ Sonny scratched the back of his head. „Tom and Fredo are tellin' him now.“

You felt your chest got tight and it was a bit harder for you to breathe. „Bridesmaid's ill, the venue is gone and so are the rings.“ you whispered holding back tears. For a moment there was a tense silence, and everyone in the room felt kind of embarrassed. The best day of your life turned out to be the worst. Connie didn't even had a chance to comfort you because you stood up with emotionless face and went to the door. You were about to stepped out of room, but Sonny gently grabbed your elbow. „Where are you going? You can't see Michael. It's a tradition..“ You angrily glared at him „Fuck tradition. I need to talk with Michael.“ Sonny let go of you very quickly and felt ashamed of his words. The situation was way more important than some tradition.

Your soon-to-be husband had the same idea. He was on his way to your room when you two bumped into each other at the corner.

„Our rings are gone.“ both of you said at the same time and he pulled you into a hug. Though his mind was full of emotions and mostly full of anger, he did notice how incredibly beautiful you were. Of course, for him you were beautiful everyday, but seeing you in wedding dress made him tear up a bit. He then suggested to move to some empty room so you could talk in private. You sat on a bed and Michael joined you. His arm hugged you over your shoulders and you gently put your head on his chest. After overcoming primary shock, you spoke first. „I don't feel like this is all just stupid coincidence.“ you sobbed and let the tears make their own way down your cheeks. „Then what do you think it is?“ he asked quietly. You raised your head and looked into his eyes. „What if this is a bad sign? At the moment, I feel like everything is ruined and we are just helplessly standing in the middle of the chaos not knowing what to do. What if we are not meant to be married.“ your voice broke and you couldn't keep looking into his eyes anymore. His arm fell off of your shoulders. He wiped away his own tears and got down on his knees grabbing your hands, which made you look at him. „So? Even if we are not meant to get married, that doesn't mean that we are not meant to be together, Y/N. I believe in us. But I need you to believe in us too.“ His voice was steady but you could hear how hard he tried to remain being steady. Not only your heart was breaking, his was too. Some couples would turn this situation into a humorous one, but for you and Michael, it was really serious. You sniffled and bit your lip. „I believe in us too. But these things don't happen without a reason. I just- I don't know.“ „I love you. Do you love me?“ You were shocked by his question. „Of course, I do. You are my everything, Mike.“ you sobbed again and his finger moved to your face and wiped away new tears. „You are my everything too. And I know how long you've dreamed about this day. We can cancel it if you want. Or we will face this very eventful day together. Like we always do with everything that crosses our path. How does that sound to you, hm?“ a very faint smile appeared on his lips. He made a good point. You could've run from it or face it. „The venue is destroyed, we don't have our rings and we also broke the tradition...Every single thing is against us. Maybe marriage can break this curse or whatever it is. Maybe we should shoot our shot.“ your lips formed into a weak smile. He took your face into his hands and kissed you softly. Then he added: „We will be okay. From now on.“

#michael corleone #michael corleone imagine #michael corleone x reader #al pacino #the godfather x reader #the godfather imagine #the godfather #oneshot

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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WARNINGS: 18+ DUB CON/ NON CON? WEREWOLF BAKUGOU, THIS IS PURE FILTH JUST PURE SMUT

You were never the best at running, especially not through the woods. So it is no surprise your heel snaps off causing you to trip over a small log. Your pelvis bone connects with the thick trunk, brushing your hip as your dress threatens to expose your underwear.

A howl is heard in the distance paired with something moving through the brush at an ungodly speed, gaining on you much faster than you thought.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself, panting as branches seem to reach out. Their sharp, splintered claws grabbing at you and only catching your body con dress. Tearing it piece by piece, you are unsure if your faux bunny ears are still atop your head.It was unfathomable how wrong tonight had gone and how quickly.

But then again it was Halloween and a full moon at that. They say the full moon has the power to make people act crazy and especially so on a blue moon. Which made your panicked mind wander to the rumors about this town and what happens every blue moon. There were whispers of the older families having dark secrets. Fairy tales of beasts and mating but a second full moon in a month was so rare those murmurs and scoffs were supposed to be just that, rumors, stories.

Not actual werewolves who couldn't control their urges during this magical event. The blue moon either filling them with unchecked rage or undeniable lust should they not take the necessary precautions. Although no one would say what exactly those precautions are.

Your first hint about the rumors being true should have been the local news station. You thought it a Halloween prank when they advised women ages of 20 to 30 to remain indoors for tonight, to lock their windows and doors. To adorn their throats in silver to protect them from unwanted bonding. You had rolled your eyes as you got ready for your daily college classes, jumping into your black skinny jeans and blood red sweater.

Your second hint should have been the absence of your good friend Kirishima. He always walked you to your English class since his history course was in the same building but this morning he was a no show. He didn't even respond to your texts last night asking if he wanted to go to a Halloween party with you.

Your final hint should have been when the normally aloof, irritable and "untouchable of the big three" lab partner you had for biology growled in your direction. This would be the first thing he had said all semester.

"Don't go out tonight, got it extra?" His voice is clipped and he is acting strange, his left hand gripping onto his right forearm so harshly a bruise was beginning to bloom. You chalk it up to nerves for the upcoming exams.

"Oh is someone gonna bite me like the news anchor said?" You giggle, turning your focus back on your work only for the professor to cancel class early. You pack your things as Bakugou sits rigid, still. He fixes you a harsh glare before he stands, pulling the strap of your purse causing you to become a little off balance. His eyes dance over your frame, over your exposed neck but you do not notice, barely see his canines elongate as he snarls.

"You'll wish that's all that they did."

Looking back you wish you had noticed it before, then maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you were in now.

You burst through the trees and find yourself in a clearing. Here you would a sitting duck to whatever the hell was chasing you. Still not believing your eyes and you crossed paths with a giant wolf. Fur golden in the moon light and eyes a haunting, gut wrenching familiar red. It wasn't too long after that did it give chase.

The howl behind you is too close for comfort as you barely have time to jump into a patch of briars and thick prickly bushes that sit on the edge of a creek. By some odd instinct you grab onto the ice cold mud and smear your arms and part of your neck with it, clenching your jaw so your teeth do not chatter.

Suddenly a large beast bursts into the clearing, wet nose sniffing at the air and ground before it shifts in the clearing under the moonlight. It is a haunting sight. Bones snap and grind as features twist into grotesque angels until it finally forms into that handsome familiar face. The ash blonde fur retreats until it is only on the top of his head, faded beneath while the top looks finger brushed and wild. He is shirtless and his pants are torn from the calf down, the only beastly feature he keeps is the glow of his blood red eyes. You swallow, biting your lip to stop from shaking; this is not the Bakugou you knew. Not that you knew him that well in the first place but there was some power in having a crush. You had learned his mannerisms in the first year here at University, somehow always in a class with him, with one of the three legendary "heartthrobs" of the school. He was as hot headed as the rumors said and he was just as handsome if not more so. Itching for a fight and yet oddly quiet when in close proximity to you. An action you took to mean he either hated you or didn't even know you existed.

So it's safe to say you're unfamiliar with this manic, wolfish grin.

Feral incarnate.

He sniffs the air.

"Where are you little ooooonnne?" He calls cruelly, "I can smell you."

His body goes through the motions of tensing and relaxing, another howl breaks through the eerie silence but this time much farther away. Bakugou's ears perk, his grin twisting in such a way it screams malice, unbridled rage and yet excitement.

"You must be in your mortal heat. Guess I'm not the only one who can smell it. Didn't I tell you not to go out tonight?" His voice is dark, haunting as the wind catches down from you, carrying your scent away from him.

"I knew your dumb ass would ignore me, I took a precaution to that and yet you didn't even bring your fucking purse?!"

Your purse?

Is that how that red cloth and weird silver dollar got into the bottom of your purse?

Bakugou shifts his weight, giving his back to you as he prepares for something coming that you cannot hear. In the meantime you allow your eyes to study his physic, following his scarred back, broad shoulders all the way down to his deadly hands. One of his palms is burned in the shape of a perfect circle, you swallow thickly. The sound causes his ears to twitch and look over his shoulder, making eye contact with you through the brush.

But he does not have time to react as a black furred beast with glowing ruby eyes jumps into the clearing. Sniffing the air wildly before baring his teeth towards Bakugou. The beast huffs and growls before finally shifting into his human form, a cold sweat settles in your bones.

"Where the fuck is she?" You have never heard your friend use a tone so dark as Eijiro continues to pace, keeping his eyes glued to Bakugou.

"Fuck off Kirishima, shes mine."

"I don't see a bonding mark on her yet." Its more a feral growl than anything, "You said you didn't waste your time on mortals."

"I fucking changed my mind. And you know why, her smell is…" He inhales deeply, testing to see how much of you can be sensed. The most he can tell is that you're close by but he cannot pinpoint you, he fights to keep his eyes from falling over his shoulders to see you.

He's dying to know how you masked your scent without with an Alpha's pheromones or a silver piece. But that would have to wait, at least if he wanted to ensure it was his seed that stuffed you. He bites his lip, the thought sends a shiver down his spine. First he had to deal with Kirishima then he could take his time making you his.

"Well you know how it is don't ya? Didn't know you were such a pervert, Eiji. Is that why you walked her to class? Hoping she'd make you her boyfriend or some sappy shit?" Bakugou taunts, head tilting in mock question, "Guess you can't hold back anymore can you? Dreaming about giving her your knot?"

Kirishima bares his teeth, fighting the urge to buck at another Alpha, especially one he knows he will have to fight with full force. He opens his sharp toothed mouth to retort but yet another beast finds it's way into the clearing coming from the opposite of Kirishima but to the right of Bakugou.

The beast looks wild, heterochromatic eyes glisten beneath the full moon as white and red fur clash all the way down his spine. A collar around his throat catches the light as a broken chain drags across the ground, there are shackles around his wrists and ankles as well. Bakugou smirks, adrenaline fueling his excitement over what is about to be a damn good fight.

"You watchin little slut? Look at what your scent can do." He changes his stance into that of a fight, "You've got two normally non aggressive Aplahs ready to get their asses handed to them and for fucking what?"

The three of them shift their eyes and bodies this way and that before Bakugou licks his teeth.

"God I can't wait to bury my face in that soaked pussy." He lunges, transforming mid leap into a hauntingly powerful wolf. His teeth are exposed, lip curled up in a snarl as his targets Kirishima first. Kirishima barely shape shifts in time, pearly white teeth sink deep into his shoulder before gnashing at his throat. Deafening growls and yowling surround the clearing. Kirishima attempts to kick Bakugou off of him as they tumble closer to who you assume is Todoroki who bares his teeth. He launches himself at the other Alphas. His teeth find purchase in Bakugou's shoulder, blood staining white and blonde fur a like. There is no yelp or howl, just a stomach churning growl before Bakugou turns his attention towards the two toned wolf. Snapping his jaw as he attempts to get a grip on the chained wolf who dodges. Bakugou's teeth gleam with dripping crimson, a snarl of warning before he propels himself towards Todoroki. Sharp teeth bite at two toned fur as Shoto bares his teeth, growling, snapping his jaw at his opponent. Kirishima begins to get to his feet, limping as he avoid putting weight onto one of his front legs, crimson drips down onto the chilled dirt. He keeps his ruby red eyes on the two dancing wolves.

Bakugou strikes faster than Todoroki can dodge, and angry teeth clamp down at Todoroki's throat. The collar snaps from the force before Bakugou sinks his fangs deep into Todoroki's throat.

An ear ringing yelp is heard as blood pools into Bakugou's stained muzzle, white fur marred in crimson as Todoroki begins to sway. As the hot head's jaw is locked onto tender flesh, Kirishima attacks. Biting at the nape of Bakugou's neck and yanking him from Todoroki with force, tossing him with ease. The light colored wolf flies into trees snapping the thick oaks as if they were twigs. Buying some time for the two injured wolves, any other alpha would have seen this as a win, knowing the two from rival families would retreat to lick their wounds.

But Bakugou was no normal alpha. This gut clenching fight taught you as much. Todoroki struggles to keep consciousness, his throat dripping an insane amount of blood. He falls to his side huffing almost wheezing before he shifts back into human form, shackles shrinking to readjust to his wrists. Kirishima whines nudging at the unconscious, possibly dead man. All the while crimson red eyes peer through the unsettled dust before soaring through the air, landing on top of the black wolf. Pinning his back onto the ground as dark paws claw at bared teeth. Trying desperately to keep him at bay but with one fucked front paw it is a futile attempt. Quickly Bakugou overpowers him, sinking his teeth too deep into his friend's throat and keeping his muzzle there until the whining and yelping stops. Until he too shifts back to his human form.

You fight to keep your own whimpering in, still hidden in the brush while you hoped, prayed that he somehow got disoriented. That he forgot where you were.

His head snaps towards you, mouth dripping saliva and thick red blood. His eyes glow as his stalks closer. He stops just before the underbrush shifting back into that devilishly handsome face. He is soaked in blood, scratches line his face and chest. He wipes at his mouth but not once does his fist wipe away the cocky smile he holds.

He scares you but what scares you most is how your body is reacting to such a gruesome sight. A muscular man dripping in sticky red, droplets tracing the outline of his abs and a smile of triumph as two people lie wounded, possibly dead behind him. It made your pussy throb, the strength, the raw need and want to win and for what? For you, for your essence and the promise of a futile womb.

He can smell your fear as he yanks you from the bushes and thorns.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood." He grins, pulling you closer to him as you try to push away. Just like you're trying to push away these odd feelings that swirl in your chest, in your stomach; of a weird pride and arousal. It was of no use, like pushing dead weight up a forty five degree hill, this too was a losing battle.

"K..kirishima." Your eyes are glued to his unmoving body, causing a deep rage to form in Bakugou's chest. He grips your chin forcing you to look at him his other hand goes straight for your sex, cupping the underwear allowing his fingers to swipe over the damp fabric.

"Don't you ever say his fucking name while you're wet for me. Got it?" His fingers are causing divots in your cheeks as you whimper from his contrasting touch. Harsh grip, soft strokes. As if reading your mind he takes a deep breath, not meaning to inhale so much of you.

"They ain't dead, you're worth the trouble. But not that much trouble. Now focus on me." He let's go of you, drinking you in smirking when he sees your costume. Or what's left of it anyway.

Thick irony that you would choose to be a bunny of all nights. He fingers the fake ears with earnest.

"Fitting." He purrs before taking both of his hands to the front collar of your dress, ripping the fabric from your torso. He growls audibly mumbling to himself "Much better." As you stand with your tits exposed, your lacy underwear catching his attention beneath fishnet tights. He bites his bottom lip, pulling you to him as he buries his face into your tits. Nipping sucking and biting as he eases your buckling legs towards the ground.

"Fuuuuck." He groans, pressing his cheek harshly against yours, trying to scent you as best he can without claiming you fully. It's hard, fuck is it hard. It always has been, since his first class with you.

You weren't a beta nor an omega. Hell you were of no wolf relation and yet you reeked, oozed of pheromones that drove him and apparently the others mad. He had tried to protect you, he really had, scenting a piece of an old t-shirt and even burning himself on silver.

He wanted you, he needed you, his cock ached for you. Weeping now at your arousal making his canines ache with an even greater pain.

But you were fucking mortal and he was betrothed. Technically all three of the aplahs in that clearing were betrothed to omegas. It was evident your smell seduced them as well.

He brings himself to your shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, claws, stuck halfway between human and wolf, rake down your back and ass making ribbons of the flesh. Still you moan and he occasionally swallows those whole as he kisses you. Letting you taste copper as his tongue placates yours, he subconsciously secretes soothing and lustful hormones and they are strong enough to make even you high. His hand finds your nipple and when you arch into him he loses his shit. Breaking the kiss to sniff you, nosing and biting until he finds that sweet spot. He opens his mouth, salivating at the thought as his teeth and cock beg for relief. He freezes, squeezing you to him for a moment. The action causes your ribs to creak in protest and yet you feel warm, safe.

His mouth hovers over your pulse point, the salty sweet taste of you, breaths away from the exact spot he would need to sink his aching teeth into to make you his.

In a quick motion and a test of will he shoves you onto your back, ripping at the fabric between your thighs after he forces your legs open. You do nothing to stop him, not that could.

Not that you would.

He slips his tongue between your folds and licks up, swirling the wet muscle when you buck against him. He hooks his arms around your legs gaining control over your hips and eats.

See Bakugou is a glutton and he will not stop until he is satisfied. It would be a gift and a curse for you.

He works his mouth against you thoroughly as the coil in your stomach snaps over and over again. Your hand fisting his hair as you cry out in hoarse gasps, legs shaking around his head, thighs squeezing his skull as he coaxes another high from you.

Your entire body is shaking, worn out already from however long he sucked, nipped and lapped at your core. Finally he seemed to come up for air but only to watch your sex convulse. He looks up to you causing your heart to skip a beat. His hair is that much more wild, his intense gaze glowing red in the low light and his face glistens with your slick.

"Fuck!" You cry out, letting your head fall back into the ground.

"What's wrong bunny? Can't handle a little head?" He shoves two fingers deeply into you making a come here motion. You ride another body quaking high as he tries to stretch you to accommodate him. His breathing becomes frantic, as he chases a smell you're emitting. Thrusting harshly into you as his other hand abusesyour clit until that deliciously addicting smell he's chasing crescendos. Your scream echoes in the woods as clear liquid shoots over Bakugou's forearms, all the while you held fluttering eye contact, practically melting in his hands. His fangs grow and he cannot hold himself back any longer. He shoves his pants all the way down, even off of his ankles as he sinks his lengthy girth into you in a snap of his hips. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoot through you like a live wire as you begin to mewl, needing him to move.

"More, more." You whine, tears prick your eyes as he smiles a deadly smirk.

"You're such a talkative cock sleeve. You want my knot that bad? Then take it." He thrusts into you setting a deep harsh pace. Alternating between quick succession and slow deep throats. Biting at the skin of your chest and shoulders, torturing you in such a way.

Punishing you for being mortal.

"Why?" It's a guttural growl as your mind is lost on another plane, "Why do you have to be mortal?"

He emphasizes each word with a thrust of his hips earning him a lovely raspy moan from you.

"I want to...to fucking mark you. Make you mine. The thought of any other alpha or even fucking human touching you…." His thoughts have him chasing two very dangerous highs, snapping his hips so he comes closer to your throat.

"Please...please Bakugou." You whimpering encourages him.

He breathes you in, tasting you without even a flicker of his tongue. Your arousal, your damp hair sticking to the column of your throat, the faint scent of your shampoo.

Somehow he reigns himself in again. Teeth elongated enough they almost scrape your skin. His breath comes out hot and heavy as you squirm beneath him for friction, wanting nothing more than to be filled. If he does this, if he makes you his mate, it would surely complicate everything.

"You have to tell me you want it." He's panting, vulnerable as he looks at you, your heart shatters from the look. Deafening reason and logic as it screams how badly you want to be his and he yours.

"Not just because it feels fucking good right now." His voice is husky, rasped as he fights the weight of his instincts, "Not because I'm fucking hot or a novelty to you mortals. If I mark you, you'll always feel something for me and vice versa. We'll be tethered and attracted to one another even if we fucking hate each other."

Slowly you nod, again he grabs onto your chin, sliding it down to your throat as he squeezes.

"This isn't some good acid trip, this isnt some fucking dream. You'll have to meet the elders. You'll have to deal with my ruts." Again he's panting, shaking from holding himself back, having half a mind to just kill you. Still you do not move away from his touch.

"My jealousy. My rage. My need for territory control. I'll come home dripping in blood. I'll kill other Alpahs." He breathes your name in such a way you clench around him. He growls from the sensation. You struggle to speak beneath his grip, head floating but some how in the right spot.

"I...I can handle it. Mark me Bakugou Katsuki. Fucking make me yours, fill me use me. Just…" He stares into your eyes until he can no longer take it. Pounding into you in a harsh pace, finally giving in

"You'll take my knot like a good slut won't you?" His eyes watch you nod before they fall to your breasts. Watching them bounce from the force of his thrusts. His hips turn sloppy as your high builds again. You claw at his back and his smells your high as he tries to time it right. He sinks his teeth into your throat, keeping it just a hair above a marking.

You feel a growing pressure as his tip stretches you even more until he finally sinks his teeth into you with a grown. His thrusts stuttering as hot ropes paint your walls. Your cunt flutters around it as all you can do is become limp in his grip. His arms are fully around you, his mouth still to your throat as he slowly eases up. His body giving off a bonding hormone so strong that even your moral senses can pick up on. It you drown in a high scented in spice caramel and heat. He pants heavily, his arms shaking as he kisses you fiercely, teeth bumping into yours before he pulls back.

Weakly you claw at him to hold him as he whispers praises. He lifts you, pulling you towards his chest to keep you safe as you begin to drift. His mouth is pressed to your ear and you can hear the cocky smile in his voice.

"Get some rest while you still can mate." His hand snakes around to your stomach, his fingers lightly caressing the skin.

"We aren't done until you're carrying my pups."

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blu-archer · 2 years

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Foundations

m/m Pairing: Hobi/Tae/Jk

Sickie: Tae

Au Hybrid/Magic

Sickfic - snz/cold

Fluff

This is an addition to the series I currently have, because basically, I just wanted to try writing a piece before the trio got comfortable as a pairing and its all still new and stuff. ... A prequel of sorts, it will make sense. I think.

I don't know if the relationship dynamics are envisioned properly but I will continue writing a second part in which that aspect may come across more. [??]

So anyway, this was kind of fun to write and hopefully its somewhat enjoyable - since I haven't been the most active lately... and because there's love for these three.

MOVING ON.

“Tae, are you sure you still want to go out today?” Jungkook asked as he leant into the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest, watching as Tae blew his nose for the fifth time before washing his hands and face. “I know you want to show this guy that you’re dedicated but I think he’ll understand if you can’t come because you’re sick.”

“I had to cancel our date last time because of work, I can’t do it twice in a row.” Taehyung sniffed and rubbed a finger to his nose, wincing at the squelching sound but relieved to have fought off the tickle that had started.

“Still, I think he would understand… Why can’t you just stay home? He can come over here if you want to see him so bad, I’ll leave if that makes him more comfortable.” Jungkook pouted, his eyes full of concern for his boyfriend after watching him sleep for the entirety of the previous day.

“Nooo, Kookie. Why would he want you to leave?” Taehyung went to engulf the bunny in a warm, damp hug – his body and hair still drying from his shower. “He knows about you, I always talk about you, you know that. I don’t want you to feel like I’m picking him over you or something. I could never, and you don’t ever have to leave your own home for the benefit of anyone else… unless you want to obviously, like free choice and stuff.”

“Baby,” Jungkook wrapped his arms tightly around Taehyung's waist, feeling the slight shivers that had started through his boyfriend. “All I want is for you to choose yourself, screw the two of us. I want you to choose your health as a priority.”

“I’ll be fine, Kook… we’re just getting coffee.”

“You hate coffee…”

“It’s an expression.” Taehyung squeezed him even tighter before pulling back enough to peck the tip of his nose. “I took a potion, so I’m feeling better already. Don’t stress too much, I’ll be home before you know it and then we can cuddle as much as we want to.”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, pondering on whether to argue further or to just drop it and pick up the pieces later. Taehyung clearly wasn’t going to take his words as a serious answer, whether it was the right thing to do or not. When Taehyung snapped out of his embrace completely to sneeze harshly into cupped hands, Jungkook just hummed pointedly and agreed not to fight it anymore, only on the terms that he got to take Tae to the Café and fetch him later.

So the hybrid left Taehyung to finish getting ready and started packing a backpack of supplies for him to take with on his date, because if he didn’t then Tae would probably forget too and be miserable the whole time. Jungkook fumbled around the tiny apartment, stuffing anything remotely helpful into the bag while calling out weather precautions so that Tae would think to dress less stylish and more warm. It had started snowing early that morning and didn’t seem like it was going to stop anytime soon, and knowing the witch he was more likely going to ignore those factors.

Jungkook had been draped over their couch, scrolling through Netflix (his older brother's account, because he was broke) when Taehyung finally emerged from his room 40 minutes later.

“Do I look okay?”

“You look beautiful.” Jungkook answered before turning to see. Then frowned. “Is that the thickest coat you have? Wear one of mine.”

“But yours are bulky.” Taehyung huffed, already slipping out of his sleek coat and disappearing back to his room to check his stash of clothes that he'd stolen from Jungkook over the years.

“And warm. So wear it, and keep it on.” Jungkook said, getting up to grab a jacket for himself . “Anyway, my clothes look adorable on you. He’ll love it.”

Taehyung let out a husky laugh that melted something in Jungkook’s chest. They’d been together for almost two years, been best friends for even longer, and the hybrid still hasn’t become immune to the existence of Kim Taehyung. Sure sometimes they argued and got annoyed with each other, but at the end of the day they always found more peace and happiness together than apart. Coming home to the witch was the best part of his day, it placed second best on the many occasions that he woke up to Taehyung sleeping in his arms when they decided to share a bed rather than sleep in their own rooms.

“Okay, I’m ready now.” Taehyung grinned as he met Jungkook at the door, trading the car keys for the backpack Jungkook had packed.

His nose was pink and the bruises beneath his eyes were more prominent from how pale he had turned, but his mood seemed to be as bright as ever, maybe even a little forced. So Jungkook kissed his cheek, and wrapped an arm around Taehyung's waist as they left, pulling him in close to shelter him from the wind.

The ride was filled with the die hard static of the old scrap yard radio and Taehyung's steady sniffles as the heater warmed them up, but neither of them spoke. Which, considering how keen Taehyung had been for this date, seemed oddly out of character for the witch. Jungkook had prodded the odd question here and there when they were stopped by traffic, but only received silent or single-word answers in return. The eagerness from before had seemingly turned sleepy as Taehyung adjusted in his seat to be able to rest his head against the cold window. Jungkook could have sworn the elder would have actually fallen asleep if the car hadn't come to a sharp halt in a parking space near the Café.

Taehyung had taken a moment to dig out a tissue to blow his nose, turning it into a deeper shade of pink while Jungkook got out and rushed around to open the door for the witch. Earning a playful scoff before Tae committed and reached out a hand to be helped out of the car. Jungkook made sure to hold onto it tightly, teasing a soft giggle out of Taehyung by bending to press his lips to his boyfriends knuckles.

“He should be here already. His work is close by.” Taehyung assured, pressing into Jungkook’s side for warmth as they walked.

“I’ll leave you here then.” Jungkook said softly, stopping by the large glass window of the café.

Taehyung ran a hand through Jungkook’s wind tossed cherry hair (an odd contrast to his black bunny ears but Taehyung had begged him to dye it), then the witch pressed a kiss to his boyfriends lips sweetly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled into it but never leaving Jungkook’s gaze.

“Message me-" Jungkook broke off as Taehyung kissed him again. “- when you’re d– Taeeeee” Jungkook laughed, twisting away from his boyfriend who had been diving not only for a third kiss but also had cold hands that were coming suspiciously close to Jungkook’s sensitive sides. “ Just let me know when to come fetch you so that you don’t get stranded in the cold.”

“He won't leave me stranded, but I will message.” Taehyung promised, deeply. He grinned lazily as he snaked his arms around Jungkook’s neck and glanced through the window, immediately zeroing in on a special handsome human typing on his phone in a booth. “That’s him. Back right. Brown hair, yellow jacket, looks a little bit like a golden retriever.”

Jungkook turned to look, not yet having seen the man in person, but he could now understand the appeal. The man was beautiful. Perhaps even a little intimidating but Jungkook had a feeling that would disappear if he did so much as smile.

“Maybe next time we can do something together?”

The question drew Jungkook’s attention back to Taehyung, who would have seemed calm to anyone passing, but his eyes had adopted a nervous, wobbly energy that Jungkook could only understand as uncertainty.

“I’d like that. As long as he’s comfortable with it.”

Jungkook wasn’t blind to their differences. Jung Hoseok was a human who had never dated anyone not human before. And while Taehyung still appeared human (perhaps a bit more unique and extraordinary) , Jungkook definitely had some obvious differences that may take some time to get used to.

“I’ll make sure. I love you.” Taehyung sniffed, pulling Jungkook close for a final hug and kiss to his neck before he pulled off and waved goodbye.

“Love you. Stay warm!”

Taehyung pulled a face, sticking out his tongue and then disappeared into the shop with a laugh.

The bunny hybrid made sure to watch until Tae got to the table, seeing him hug the golden retriever wannabe. A satisfying warmth flooded him as he saw Hoseok smile, his assumption becoming fact as the man did a complete 180 from intimidating to endearing. That warmth then gradually dissipated as he watched them sit down next to each other, looking like any other normal human couple.

Jungkook sighed and twisted away to get back to the car. There was no point in travelling down the route that his mind wanted to take him. Taehyung would probably smack him later if he found out the stupid insecurity that had started to appear.

And quite frankly, he didn’t have the time to over think and stress about this anyway, he was two months into his first year at university and he already had about 3 essays and 2 practical pieces waiting to be completed, not to mention the new assignments still to come. He’d just have to trust Tae's judgement on the guy and hope that it doesn’t turn into colossal heartbreak. For anyone involved.

Hoseok wasn’t an idiot. In fact, he’d been told many times that he often focused too much – much to his surprise. Honestly, how was focusing a bad thing?

So it was exactly difficult to tell that Taehyung wasn’t himself. No matter how many times he forced out a laugh and smiled at Hobi as he spoke. His usual energy just seemed to have depleted and in its place was a constant flow of discreet sniffles and coughs. All of which Taehyung brushed off as allergies or a brief “just swallowed wrong, hyung".

And it was fine. Really.

Hoseok didn’t want to force the man to admit to something if he was clearly embarrassed about it. So he chose not to comment further on Taehyung's red nose – which he had claimed was from the cold, yet it had only deepened its shade since being inside – and he proceeded to dominate most of the conversation after witnessing the deep rosy flush Taehyung had taken after his voice cracked twice in one sentence.

Did he feel guilty watching Taehyung trying to act like everything was fine? Yeah. A lot actually. Irrational as that may be since he didn’t even do anything. But he couldn’t help the heavy feeling growing in his chest.

He had seen when Taehyung had arrived that he hadn’t been alone, that his hybrid boyfriend – Jungkook – had brought him. Going as far as walking him to the entrance.

Clear concern had been etched into the hybrid's features but Hoseok hadn’t thought much about it until about half an hour into the date when Taehyung had started coughing so hard he had made a run to the barista station to grab a bottle of water for him. Jungkook had probably wanted Taehyung to stay at home. Which, naturally, made sense.

Hoseok had been trying to work up the courage to suggest that very thing for the last ten minutes. They’d been secluded to their warm booth for almost three hours now and Taehyung only seemed to be getting worse.

He was on his fourth cup of tea and had barely touched the food that he’d ordered, so Hoseok was sure that his throat must be bothering him to some extent. It was only when Hoseok turned to speak to the waitress and caught Taehyung out of the corner of his eye, raising the back of his hand to his cheek with a frown, that he had decided it was enough.

He slipped out of the booth after the waitress that had just left and slipped much more cash than necessary on the counter before returning to the booth. Taehyung had a sleeved hand hovering in front of his face and his eyes were tightly shut. Hoseok waited a few seconds to see if anything would come of his dates' stuttering breaths but all that resulted was an unsatisfied sniffle and harsh rub to his nose.

“Tae, let me drive you home.”

Taehyung startled, turning to meet Hoseok's worried eyes.

“You aren’t feeling well and I don’t want you to get any worse. Didn’t you say you have an exam this week? You should rest so that you can be well for that.” Hoseok added, moving to sit next to him and gently pushing some hair off of Tae’s forehead. “I didn’t want to pressure you into leaving, but you definitely have a fever.”

Taehyung moaned, moving away from Hobi’s touch. He rubbed at his nose again, a little sheepishly this time. “I’m fine. I just -"h'hehh

“I already paid the bill, Taehyung.” Hoseok said, his voice a bit harder than he intended. With a deep breath, he continued softly. “Let me take you home and we can just continue hanging out there. How about that? If you had told me earlier that you weren’t feeling well we could have just spent the entire time there so that you wouldn’t have had to come out into the cold.”

The witch blinked owlishly at the elder before a small smile broke through, more genuine than any of the others he’d shown that night.

“I w-ahh-wasn’t… sure if you’d beh'hehh… ..god dam'bit. Sorry.” He pulled out a pack of tissues from his bag that Hobi hadn’t even known he’d had, and pressed it over his nose. Giving two teasing rubs before jerking to the side and stifling three consecutive damp sneezes into the tissue. Apologising again once he had blown his nose, a deep blush creeping from above his collar. “I was saying that I didn’t kndow if you’d be co’bford-comb- ugh, if you’d be okay with Jungkoo' there.”

“You’ve told me before that you live together.” Hoseok stated. Although he couldn’t help smiling at Taehyung's growing frustration with himself, despite being worried. “It might feel strange at first but… I have to meet him at some point, right? Or else this probably wouldn’t work like we want it too. May as well be now.”

His words hadn’t been exceptionally moving but somehow tears still seemed to settle in Tae’s wide puppy eyes.

“okay.” Taehyung's voice was so soft that Hoseok had to lean a bit closer to hear at first. “Please take m’be home.”

They got moving pretty quickly after that. Taehyung was no longer trying to conceal how bad he had started to feel and shivered, huddling further into Jungkook’s jacket. And God was he glad that he hadn’t worn that stupid high fashion coat of his. He would have probably been an icicle on the sidewalk at this point.

Hobi took his own wool lined hat and pressed it over Tae's fluffy hair, giving a sympathetic hum as Taehyung shivered once more before stepping out into the cold.

“My car is just around the corner. It, uh, doesn’t have a heater. I need to get that fixed, but I have a blanket in the back. It belongs to my colleague but he won’t mind you using it.”

Taehyung gave a single nod before twisting away much harsher than how he had in the Café, barely having time to raise his elbow to his face.

“He'EEISHH'u.. HEH'EIGSHHH'EW!! Oh m’by god. Stifling earlier was a bad idea.” Taehyung moaned. His nose was definitely running with how he remained buried into his sleeve.

“Come, keep walking.” Hobi took the bag from Tae’s fumbling hand. “I’ll get you a tissue out.”

The tissues – because there were many packets – were almost hidden entirely by three packets of cough drops and a bottle of cold and flu medicine that he had never seen before, no doubt one catering towards magic users. The bag was actually packed so full of various medical supplies and treats that he assumed were Tae’s sick day snacks, he wasn’t sure how he had missed it entirely earlier. But he eventually managed to pull out a packet without dropping anything else, hearing Tae sneeze twice with more grit than before just as they got to the car.

“Here.” He handed off the tissues and unlocked and opened the door for Taehyung. He pulled open the back seat as well and retrieved the fleece blanket he knew Jimin had hoarded in his car, and gently spread that over Taehyung once he was seated.

“Okay, I’m going to need some directions now.”

...

To be continued?

#taekookseok #taekook #taehope #bts sickfic #snz #colds #bts fanfic #alternate universe #dates #early days #fluff #Jungkook worries #they're good boyfriends #witch taehyung #human jhope #hybrid jungkook #stereotypical bad weather #i'm bad at tags #sorry

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one-spidey-boii · 4 years

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch nine

read ch eight here

masterlist

an; i’ve really struggled with juggling all my responsibilities lately so please forgive me. i just ate questionable fried rice and i’m feeling mediocre at best. have a great day you guys.

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 3.1k+

edie's pov

i take in a deep breath and click the call button on my phone after hovering over it with my thumb for a few long and painful seconds. i slowly bring it up to my ear. on the third ring, a small click sounds on the other end.

"ah! you're still alive. yippee!" tony's voice chirps jokingly at me from wherever he and the rest of the avengers were staying. i sit up in my bed and play with the end seam of my shorts.

"i am..." i trail off awkwardly, not entirely sure what to say to the man. he's making me call him everyday, and i don't know how long it's going to last, but i'm already running out of things to tell him at this point. i'm healing, my bruises are fading, the pain is subsiding.

"is peter treating you right?" he asks. i gulp at his question, remembering the moments peter and i shared only a day ago.

"u-uh yeah, wait- um what do you mean?" i stutter out, mentally kicking myself.

"i mean, is he taking care of you? yanno, making you chicken noodle soup or hot chocolate and giving you back massages- actually scratch that last one, i don't wanna think about that." he rambles on, my face flushes and i pull loose pieces of fabric off of my shorts completely in panic. no way can mr. stark find out about peter and i...whatever we are.

"hey! it's not like that." i mumble, doing my best to cover my nerves.

"yeah, sure it's not." tony retorts back with a snort, his voice just above a whisper. i'm at a loss for words, "uh, pfft, yeah, it's not."

"i don't care either way- well, that's a lie, i care a little bit. just keep healing and make sure peter stays sharp out there." i squirm in my spot and continue to update mr. stark on my condition, eager to get off of the phone.

with a final 'goodbye' and 'don't do anything stupid'- he ends the call and i flop back down on my bed. my side only slightly aches when i move now, becoming less of an annoyance and more of a numbing feeling.

i glance around my room at my fresh yellow walls. the color brightens the space and brings a warm feeling to the pit of my stomach. but my bed is still in the middle of the room, making me feel open and vulnerable on all sides. with one big huff i roll out of bed and plant my feet at the end of the frame. i give one push with both hands and the bed goes skidding back to the wall. in the process, my side cramps up and a burning sensation pushes its way through my body, making me wince.

"you okay there?" a soft, yet teasing voice speaks up from behind me. i dip my head down between my arms still placed on the bed and peek at the intruder through my legs from upside down. peter stands there, a lazy smirk spread across his lips. i roll my eyes and flip my head back up to turn around and face the boy.

"absolutely. i don't always need your help, parker." i reply and lean against the end of my bed. after the alarm went off last night, peter and i spent our time making food until he had to go out on patrol, more hesitant that ever to leave. none of us said a word about the disturbance, despite my suspicions. he returned late in the morning, later than his usual schedule. and when he did get back, he went straight to sleep, not even making it to his room. he stayed fast asleep on the couch until late afternoon. i guess he came straight to me after he woke up.

it's only been two days since i've been out, but my body is growing restless at the lack of adventure. jealousy poked at heart knowing that he would be the one seeing and protecting the city until mr. stark deemed me ready to get back out there.

i push the feeling away, not wanting to focus on things i have no control over.

peter takes a few steps closer to me, speaking playfully, "so, mr. stark gave me a call today. he wanted to know if i was taking care of you." once his body reaches mine, his fingertips immediately move to trail along my hips, "what do you think, wolfie? am i taking good care of you?" his voice lowers the closer he leans in.

i gulp audibly at his question, thinking back to my own conversation with mr. stark. my eyes meet his and i can’t t form any words under his gaze. so i just nod sheepishly at him, it seems to be the only thing i can do lately. peter's mouth curls into a satisfied smirk and it makes my stomach drop into my feet. an overwhelming surge of heat passes through my body and i have to lean back farther into the mattress for support.

peter and i didn't really talk about what had happened yesterday. at the time, it didn't seem weird or out of the ordinary. it felt natural, good. now that we've—i've—had time to think about it, well, i don't know what to think. i don't even know what to say to him. it's embarrassing how much control he seems to have over me, after so many years of being able to joke around as friends.

now his closeness makes my heart squeeze both in adoration and frustration. i'm angry at how fast he's able to make me melt into his hands. i used to tease and make him blush, now he somehow turned the tables. just add that to the list of things i can't control.

peter leans in, close enough to pepper a soft kiss to the corner of my lips, "i gotta head out, but i'll be around." he pulls away and points to his ear, where his comm rests.

"see you around." i say with a level voice, now too focused on gaining a hold of myself to be sweet with him. he drops his remaining hand from my hip, choosing to ignore my change in demeanor. with a small wave that reminds me of the nervous boy he used to be, he turns the corner and i'm alone again.

my skin is buzzing. the feeling is mostly concentrated on where peter's fingers had been, but it's spreading quick. needing a distraction from the feeling, i change out of my comfy clothes into something a little more suited for action. i rumble through my luggage and pull out a black sports bra with leggings to match. before i leave, i shove my own comm in my ear.

after making my way to the training room, i set up a few different targets. the first one is a simple circle with three red rings spaced around a red center, i place it firmly on the ground. the next one is the same, except this time i suspend it into the air, letting it sway back and forth. the last one is a little different. it's human shaped. as a fighter who refrains from hurting people as much as possible, i'm hesitant to set this one up. but after what i went through, i need the practice on a human target.

i flip through my phone and search for some music to get my energy up, i connect to the speakers that run throughout the house and crank up the volume. the bass of the music cancels out the continuous buzzing through my body, allowing me to shake the tension away. i stretch in front of the mirror before pulling a table to the far side of the room, opposite the targets.

on the table i set out an array of throwing knives, each one reflecting the fluorescent light from the high ceilings. i run my hand over the edge of one knife in particular before grabbing the handle and nailing the middle of the hanging target in one fluent motion. the knife sticks out from the center as the momentum violently swings the target in the air.

i take in a deep breath and pick up two more, one in each hand. i throw both at the same time, hitting the grounded target side by side with barely an inch between them. i continue to practice on the two targets, using up all the knives on the table in the process. i'm sweating and panting as i go to collect them and start again. i let my eyes pass over the human shaped target, but i quickly look away and focus on the other two once again.

after ignoring the last target for what seems like forever, i stop myself mid throw as i notice how shredded the others have become. i drop my arm to my side and use my other hand to turn off the music.

the silence of the room makes the pounding in my ears almost unbearable as i scope out my last challenge of the night. the lifeless figure has no face. it's only the silhouette of a head and torso, a simple shape. despite the fact, i can still see the features of one person in particular.

i raise my hand and ready myself to throw the potentially deadly weapon held in my grasp. i can feel my heart rate pick up and i stare down the figure before me.

a female, seemingly innocent.

my breathing grows heavier as i fall back on the memories of that night, only a few days ago.

she looked scared, all i wanted to do was help.

my stance falters at the thought. my eyes clouding over as i grit my teeth and shake my head to snap myself out of it.

"see what happens when you try and help people?"

with a grunt, i charge at the inanimate target before me. my legs cross the floor in three simple strides as i jump up to plunge the knife into the head of the target. i slide down and i hold the knife tighter in my grasp, letting it slice all the way down the figure, nearly severing it in two. i drop the weapon.

with heavy breaths, i turn to grab another human shaped target. i kick the other one out of the way, replacing it with the new one.

i try different attacks, needing to set up a new target every time i 'kill' the last one. i do it again, and again, and again- picturing the same face every time.

peter's pov

i can't just come out and tell edie i'm searching for the people that attacked her. but i can't come up with any explanation as to why i'm staying out so late—err, early? i don't know. i do know that every second i'm not out here looking, it's becoming more and more dangerous for her. it scares me.

the sun is peaking out from behind the tall buildings of the city. i spent the entire night staking out two people specifically, but no such luck. now i'm sat atop a building, hesitant to call it a day and go back to edie. but, oh boy, i want to see her. thinking about her makes my heart swell, and now that i'm finally able to show her how i feel, it seems like the whole world let out of sigh of relief for me.

i like the way she reacts to me. it being a huge contrast to the playful, witty banter that we used to share exclusively. now, when we get close- i'm the one who takes control. it's a weird change of pace between the both of us, but i don't mind it one bit. it’s almost like i crave it.

once making the decision to go back to the compound, i swing myself across the city, eager to see edie. i get to the door and press a suit covered thumb over the touch screen. the glass door slides open and i slip into the cold air of the compound, making sure the glass shuts and locks behind me before i go any further.

i pull the mask off my head and stumble into the living room, hoping edie is somewhere close. when i don't see her, my face drops and i turn to jog down the hall towards her bedroom. not finding her again, i raise my hand to the comm in my ear and speak.

"e, you there? where've you run off to?" i turn on my heel again to step into my room down the hall. as i do so, her voice floods through my head.

"training room." she utters, her usual soft voice sounding hardened and cold. i quirk an eyebrow up as i change into more comfortable clothes, confused by the girls tone. nevertheless, i finish up and trot over to her.

as i round the corner, my eyes settle on her standing in the middle of the room, rolling her shoulders back with a knife in her hand. i stand quietly and watch her movements, hesitant to step in and become an accidental target. edie raises her arm to throw and adjusts her feet into a low stance. so quickly, i almost miss it, the knife flies through the air towards a human shaped figure. to my surprise- it clatters against the target and falls to the floor.

she lets out a groan and pulls at her hair, muttering profanities under her breath as she turns to see me staring. her body stiffens under my gaze and slowly she lowers her arms to her side, a doe-eyed expression on her face.

"you're back." she mutters. i take a few steps into the room and gulp at what i see. targets similar to the one she just attacked are shredded and thrown across the room in piles. there must have been fifty of them, each one damaged in a different way.

looking back at her, i force a smile on my face, "you've been busy, yeah?"

her eyes follow the path mine took and she shrugs, indifferent, "mhm. training." i nod hesitantly.

"have you slept at all?" i pipe up, curious at how long she has been here.

"not really, no."

another nod, and i shuffle over to the table that holds her collection of weapons. i'm impressed with her skills, seeing as she has no 'super powers'. but damn, she could take anyone down in seconds. i admire the girl in front of me, hoping she knows just how much i do. not long after, a bug of curiosity wiggles around my stomach.

"do...you think you could teach me?" the words slip out of my mouth before i can think of the consequences. edie looks at me with a stoney expression that makes my heart jump. i regret my words immediately, afraid that i offended her or something.

i try to take it back, "i mean- only if you want! i know it's stupid so you don't..."

the devilish smile that creeps along her face shuts me up, "i'll teach you."

i let out a small breath, "o-okay. i should probably go change." i say as i look down at my baggy clothes and compare them to her tight fitted ones. edie shakes her head and waltzes up to me, the smug smile still gracing her lips. i grow nervous, realizing i'm in her territory now. this is her thing, so i force myself to hand over the reigns.

she gestures to the rows of knives on the table, "take you pick, parker." her cool and confident voice sends a small shiver down my spine. i look closer at the table and gingerly run my fingers along each sharp edge. i stop at a knife with a shiny black blade and red handle and i pick it up to feel the weight of it in my hand. the blade isn't metal or steel and it has small ridges on the surface. i bring it closer to examine it even further.

"that's obsidian, black volcanic glass. it was used a lot in the stone ages," edie takes the knife from my hands and twirls the point on the tip of her finger, "it's sharper than steel, and nowadays surgeons use it in their scalpels...good choice, peter." she smiles up at me. i can feel my cheeks flush. she places it back in my palm and struts to the center of the mat, "we'll start close, hopefully you can hit the target. how's your aim?"

i roll my eyes at her taunting words and walk over to her place on the mat. edie strolls around me in circles, observing my body language- which is less confident than i'd like to admit. she stands in front of me and plants her hands firmly on my hips, twisting them into a desired position. next, she does the same with my shoulders, all the while sticking her tongue out in concentration.

then she comes to the knife in my hand and pulls it away, only to place it back and wrap my fingers around it one by one. it immediately feels more comfortable in my hand. she circles me one more time and hums in satisfaction at her work.

"now, obsidian is brittle, so it's really important to make your shot count or else you risk breaking the blade," edie comes back around my front and leans in close, her finger resting under my chin, "don't break my blade." she threatens with a smug smile curling at the edge of her lips. i can't stop my eyes from dropping down to look at them, and she notices.

edie traces her finger along my jaw line, making me shiver once again. i groan at the lack of control over my body and my eyes widen at the sound. she just smiles and lets her hand fall down my chest to finally rest at her side before taking a step back. she points behind her to a circular target a few yards away.

"give it a go." her voice grows softer, encouraging me to make a move. i tighten my grip around the knife and raise my arm to chuck it at the target. i stop short.

"could you...maybe show me first?"

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The Heal or Heartbreak Tour '21

Day: 4 , Entry : 2 Terrific progress.

Part one:

Regardless of how this all plays out with my wife (and love of my life) I can take an enormous amount of comfort knowing things are better now, then they were a few hours ago with my son.

Things with my wife is still very much a work in progress.

I'm still here in Utah the rest of today and tomorrow so there may more to the story then there is now. We will just have to see how it all unfolds.

Just before 9 AM I worked up the courage to knock on the front door at the house I still co-own. The one where she lives.

I brought flowers and some pastries for breakfast (on the very slight chance I get to stay for a bit).

She open the door and the moment of truth had arrived.

I swear it took 5 minutes from the time I saw the door first move until I could see her face.

Obviously, she was shocked to see me.

But that was to be expected.

After all , it's been 5.5 years since we last saw each other.

She seemed a bit confused and her questions didn't come out as full sentences. Just single words.

Why? How? When?

She did manage a "what are you doing here?"

" I want to talk to you" was all I could stammer.

"I can't, I'm late for work" she replied.

May I come in for a few minutes? I asked.

She kept reiterating she was running late for work.

I had to ask a couple more times before she allowed me in.

The house was almost exactly the same as I remembered it. A bit more cluttered and some new decor in places. But mostly the same.

I gave her the flowers and the pastries I brought.

She still had a shocked look on her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked again.

"I just want to talk to you" I repeated standing in the living room while she was in the kitchen.

She stated that she was late for work a few times but I didn't really hear her. Instead I was looking at her. Just looking.

She was standing there in a nightshirt and no makeup. It was obvious she hadn't been awake long and was only starting her morning routine.

All I could think was that she looked absolutely stunning. As beautiful as I had ever seen her. It took my breath away and the untire universe faded into the background. There was only her.

"Your every bit as beautiful as I remember" I told her."

And for the life of me I don't remember her reply.

We chatted a little about how long I was in town for and small talk like that.

She agreed to meet with me so we can talk tonight after she finishes work.

She asked if I had seem Cam.

" I'm headed there now"

She is going to text me when she's home from work at approximately 8pm or so.

I only hope given time to think about it she will still see me and not cancel.

I am assuming she will contact her mom, sister, friends etc. Telling them what happened. Between now and tonight. I can only hope they don't talk her out of still meeting with me.

Part two:

By 9:15 AM I'm headed over to Cameron's house.

All the way over I have this fear she contacted him and that he won't want to see me.

That fear multiplies after repeated knocks on the door with no answer.

Finally the door opens.

It's Cam.

He's now about an inch taller then I am!

We hug. A nice long hug.

He intoduces me to his girlfriend Brooke. She is adorable! And NB to boot I would later find out!

I wish I could remember everything we talked about but I can't.

I ended up visiting for almost two hours!

We took thier dog for a walk, stopped at a store along the way for snacks and had a bagel for breakfast.

All the while getting caught up on the last almost six years of our lives.

I had to fight back the tears multiple times.

My visit with him and Brooke was better then I had hoped for. He self corrected any pronoun errors and even remembered to introduce me as Madison to one of the roommates they share the house with.

By the end of the conversation we were reminiscing about our vacations and what he remembered from each of them.

He also agreed to let me take them to dinner!

I let get some work done around thier house that was supposed to be the focus of the day.

Before I showed up that is.

So we set 4pm as an early dinner.

Upon returning we decided on an old favorite of ours for dinner. A Mongolian grill restaurant in Springville.

Unfortunately, they did not survive the Covid shutdown and had closed permanently.

So we headed over to Joe Banditos Mexican restaurant. We had been there many times as a family years ago so it was nice to be back.

The food was good and our conversation flowed right along.

That continued for another couple hours until it was almost 8 PM and time to meet with the love of my life.

We said our goodbyes and discussed the possibility of all four of us (Myself, Cameron, Cyndi and Brooke) having Easter Brunch togather at the local Cracker Barrel.

I only hope things tonight go half as well with Cyndi.

Fingers crossed! 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞

~Madison

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Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N, slight Dean x Lisa

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count (For the chapter): 2,712

Warnings (For the chapter): None.

[For some reason, some of the tags aren't working. I'm sorry about that.]

[[ Also I'm sorry for the no Read More thingy because it doesn't happen on the phone app :-(]]

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Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Mondays.

You dreaded them. For some reason, they were never good. They were sleepy, tiring and grumpy and unfortunately you couldn't do shit about it. You always had to wake up extra early for a hopefully refreshing shower, take the supposed-to-be small bus ride to the uni, which just got longer because of the Monday traffic and run to the lecture hall, only to have the professor glaring at you for coming late to the class.

Mondays.

Today was no different. You woke up extra early, took a hopefully refreshing shower, took the supposed-to-be small bus ride—WHICH was surprisingly not as long as always—and still ran to the lecture hall. Fxckin' tiring mess. The sleepless sleep still showed in your eyes and you would have given anything to have an extra hour for it that morning. But well, same old—Mondays.

And suddenly, today was different.

"Come on…" A group of annoyed whines were heard from the lecture room just as you entered the hallway.

"What's wrong?" You asked a very pissed Rhea, or was she Akira?

"Morning classes got cancelled. We woke up for nothing."

Honestly.. what the fxck was wrong with the university? Mumbling and whining to yourself, you made your way to the cafeteria, maybe some coffee would help. Tried enjoying the warm sunshine on your face, keyword: tried, as you slowed down your steps near the playground. Or maybe you could just sit in the sun and make the most out of your oh-so-lovely Monday morning? Taking a seat in the bleachers, you decided on reading the book you were, at that time, reading.

Just halfway through the chapter— "Good morning, nerd. I see you're doing some fun stuff over here." You sighed, not wanting to get into any kind of argument at that particular time, or day- or life.

"You're back at it, aren't you?" You looked up at the still smirking Dean, dressed in his black and blue football jersey. A sight for sore eyes.

"Back at what?"

"Being a dick?" You looked back at the book still tired, "Look, Winchester, I'm so not in the brightest Monday sunshine mood right now. Don't bother."

"And here I thought we were friends." He sighed feigning sadness as he turned around to make his way back to the other side of the ground.

"You're here for practice?" He turned back to you, grinning adorably, just as you rolled your eyes.

"Yep but it doesn't start until at least a couple hours."

"Why so early here then?"

"Apparently, there's an emergency board meeting that all the HODs need to attend. So, delayed."

"Oh...that is why" You concluded why your classes got cancelled, "God. Don't you just hate it how they don't inform us about anything beforehand." You groaned.

"Not having the best morning?" He chuckled, as you gestured him to take a seat next to you.

"Nah. I'm the happiest I could ever be," You said with a yawn, "Should we go to the cafeteria before I die or we just let me die?"

"You're such a mood," He laughed toothily shaking his head, "Let us."

Sitting in the cafeteria, you sip on your coffee awkwardly trying to ignore the very obvious gazes of the people around you. You couldn't even make out how Dean looked so unfazed by all the attention, or maybe—obviously, he was used to it.

"You know," Dean started, seemingly, figuring out your awkwardness to ease the tension, "You could have just asked me on a date instead."

You chuckled, thankful for some words, "You wish, Winchester."

"Honestly...I don't" He said winning a laugh out of you.

Time flew by quickly, filled with laughter, corny jokes and sassy remarks with you not even realizing that all that attention didn't bother you anymore. Quite honestly, you didn't even realize they were there. To your surprise, you really did enjoy a Monday morning.

"Oh," Dean exclaimed as his phone buzzed, "Totally lost track of time. It was fun, but Y/N, I gotta hurry now. I'm late."

"Well I still have an hour to kill. Good luck with the practice."

"Oh yeah, there's still an hour to the class," Dean said as he hurried, "You wanna come see the game?"

"Oh, no no. I don't understand it. I'll rather read my book here."

"Nerd," he smiled at you, "Alright then, see you in the class."

"Yeah" You smiled back, as he went. Maybe Dean wasn't all that bad after all.

You just started with the chapter, again, that you were rudely interrupted... again.

"Look who's trying to get some attention, there. Whatcha think guys? What does she think of Dean's charity? That he got the hots for her or something?" You flinched at the ear-piercing group of laughter came from the direction.

"Tss. Geez, Cassie, mind toning down that screechi- sweet laugh a lil bit? Kinda trying to concentrate." You gave her a sweet smile and turned back to your work.

"Hey, Y/N. How's you? Long time no see." She came and sat where Dean sat not even a couple minutes ago.

"Was doing just good." You muttered as you kept your eyes in your book.

"You were? Obviously, you were," she started taking ahold of Dean's cup, playing with it, "Y/N, stop trying, darling. Dean is very out of league for you. I'm saying for your good."

"Sweets. You know the only reason I'm replying to you, Cassie, is just because it's rude not to?" You looked up at her at annoyed, managing a sarcastically polite smile, "Now if you could excuse me, I'm kinda in the middle of something.

She stood up rolling her eyes as you spoke up again, "And well, don't worry. I'm no threat. Dean and me, nope. Not happening. Also, stop acting like he's your property. The guy's got a life of his own to live, about time, you get one for yourself too."

Before she could retaliate, you made your way out of the door, leaving her processing what you said. Not gonna say that you had got bad blood with her but you had got bad blood with her. Honestly, you wouldn't give two flying shits about her if she wasn't the one with the brilliant idea of throwing you into the pool on your very first day. And if that wasn't enough, she had the nerve to bully you about it for the next few months too. Initially you ignored for a long time, hoping she would end it herself, but was she one to? When you had enough of her shit, all it took, then, was one punch to the wall and an angry 'next time it won't be the wall' for her to stop. Not that she ever was a trouble for you later, but you were her glare dart ever since. You were kinda looking forward to her passing out of the college— one year without her unnecessary glares and hushed whispers but she just had to get a year back for her last year. Oh, your life.

Practice was tiring, and since they had gotten just one hour for it, they didn't even get any breaks. On top of that, Dean might have sprained his neck. Maybe Y/N's bad day was contagious. Maybe she passed it to him.

Y/N. The thought of her bringing a faint smile on his lips. Damn, she was awesome. He wondered why she kept to herself, her personality sure would get her a lot of friends. That morning, Dean had actually enjoyed himself after a long time. He'd been so lonely for the past few months, he had almost forgotten how to laugh like he did today. She could be an amazing friend. Not to mention, he was still not over how she helped him back at Jo's without even mentioning it once today. Y/N was a good person, he could say that. Mysterious, but nice. He hoped that they actually became really good friends.

His eyes wandered to find her sitting by herself, in a corner as he made his way into the almost empty classroom, "This seat taken?"

She looked up from the book and, for once, smiled, "Hey..yes..no, please sit."

He smiled in return as he sat down beside her, lowly groaning in pain.

"You okay, there?"

"Yeah, I don't know, I think neck strain."

"Oh, geez. Want some help?"

He chuckled humorously, "And what will you do to make it better?"

"Well, they do say I have magic hands." She chuckled in response too, getting up to stand behind him. She started lightly massaging his neck and shoulders, pressing her fingers to his shoulder blades whilst her thumbs worked on his neck. She did the motion a few times as she felt his muscles relax, his knots loosening. He felt himself relaxing, the pain still there but better. How was she always good at whatever she was doing? She stopped her movements abruptly, as he realized a loud moan escaped his lips, only to burst out laughing the next second, "God, Winchester, what the hell?" sounding a little embarrassed.

"S-sorry. Damn it, your fault. What can I say, you do have magic hands." He laughed out, too.

The day went by quite fast after that. They didn't cross paths post the class again. It was the last lecture when Dean met with Cas and Jo. Finally.

"Hey!" Jo chirped as she came after the class, and hugged Dean from behind, Cas copying the action, "Dude?"

"Hey, strangers." Dean said, not in any mood to have a happy-go-lucky conversation with them.

"What's wrong?" Cas asked, clueless. Jo elbowed his ribs gently.

"What's wrong? Nothing." Dean walked ahead, rolling his eyes as the two of them followed him.

"Dean, come on. We're sorry, okay?"

"Well, don't be. Not that it matters anyway." Dean said coming to a stop, "What? You guys didn't go somewhere private, again?"

"Okay, first of all, stop taunting us, jerk. And second of all, we're sorry. We didn't mean to-"

"First of all, don't copy Sammy. And second of all, I called you two how many times, Joanna?"

"What can we do to make it up to you? Jo is right Dean, we're genuinely sorry. We just had a tiring night, so we slept in. Really really tiring." said Cas, blushing a shade of pink, as Dean's lips lifted in a very surprised smile.

"So...you finally, finally did it?" He looked from Cas to Jo grinning, "So you finally did our virgin angel, huh?"

"Shut up" she grumbled, trying to stifle a laugh of her own, blushing a few shades herself, "What about you and the specsy?"

"Who? Y/N? What about us?"

"Don't act innocent, De. Coffee dates and massage and all, huh." She said, cocking her brow, piquing Cas' interest in the conversation too, "Didn't think you'd go for her."

"We're just friends," said Dean, thinking about it from all the angles, "I think."

"You think?"

Dean shrugged, unable to come with a proper answer.

The rest of the day went pretty okay for him. Cas and Jo finally did spend time with him but it wasn't like before at all. They were different and he expected this, as much as he shipped them. They were a couple now, dynamics changed. He wasn't the same for them like earlier, he was the lesser priority. And single.

"So, you're telling me you're single?" You said, surprising yourself with the subtle, unnoticeable relief you felt. Dean and you had bonded pretty well over the past couple of months. You had never thought you two were ever going to be friends, but he was nicer than he made himself look. You learned a few things about him, and about the first day dare too. Oh boi, weren't you just ready to whack his butt with a spoon.

"Yeah. Well, that sounded judgy, Y/N."

You grinned apologetic, "Hee, sorry. It's just it's hard to believe is all."

It was funny how you two became good friends so soon. You were not really one for friends. For a long time, you'd been alone, convincing yourself you liked the quiet. Although you did, it was undeniable how loneliness got to you every time you wanted to talk to someone about something going on in your life, a bad day or even something as normal as your new favorite TV show. It sucked, now that you were admitting to yourself. It sucked how you had no one to talk to. It sucked how you couldn't even complain about it to anyone. And it sucked to spend your weekends alone in your dark room, trying to distract yourself with a book or fanfic, pretending that it was all okay.

And now here you were. Not in a dark room, not alone and not pretending. Here you were actually talking to someone about the random-est things on the planet, laughing with him and actually enjoying yourself. You both still weren't on the we-tell-each-other-everything stage and you highly doubted you ever were going to be but it was still nice. Yeah maybe you hadn't told him shit about yourself yet, but he was still the closest you'd ever been to someone in years. You had Lisa and you cared about her, you did. But where was it written that the person you care about would care about you the same way too? You were never in the list of her priorities, never even close. But she trusted you, and that's why you were...friends? You didn't know exactly. She would come to you after a break up or when she was having a bad day. You had helped her so much, for so many years, it became your instinct to do it. She had friends, she was loved and she had a life you would never. She was Lisa Braeden. She was she, and you were...you. Plain, dull, unattractive Y/N. That's it. That was you in three words. And honestly, you didn't mind. You had come terms with it a long time ago, terms with no one caring about you.

Until two months ago. Dean was a good friend. He was nice, sweet, protective and funny. And most importantly, he...cared. He would tell you jokes on Monday mornings, give you ice pack when your clumsy ass ran into the closed door and invite you for movies with his friends which you always refused to. When Dean realized you didn't like going out with strangers, he invited you over for a movie night to his place. It was, maybe, the sweetest thing someone had ever done for you. He made you snacks and then you guys talked about random things the entire night only to pass out on the couch later. After that, it had become your Friday night tradition.

And with all these sweet things, could you blame yourself for starting to feel something more for him than you should? You, very well, knew this would never happen. Dean had a type, a taste in girls and you were far from that. You had too few/many curves than what looked beautiful, you didn't have the most beautiful hair or skin and you were not pretty. Simple. He would never feel for you. And you, too, only had a silly little crush on him, which would go with time. Right?

You woke up, cuddled with a warm figure on the couch, head under the blanket. You struggled to pop your head out of the covers and once you did, you were met with a beautifully freckled face sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful that you never wanted to wake him up. Your eyes just briefly glanced at his plump lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them or maybe, feel them against your own? And in a matter of seconds, your eyes were back at the blanket, hiding your little secret you kept from yourself. A secret only your late night or early morning self knew, which you would conveniently deny to yourself later during the day. A secret you would pass off as nothing but your sleepy head's made up story.

Nothing, but a story.

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Chapter 4

A/N: Alright, I don't know how it turned out. It took me more than a week for this chapter, and I couldn't even think of anything. I'd write a few sentences and close the document. A writer's block, I think. Well anyway, I didn't have anything in mind so it's mostly a filler chapter which I somehow used to make the little-st progress in the story. Mostly their friendship. I think I'll make it stronger before I do the shit I have planned. Please don't hate me for the chapter coz I already do :')💔

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ao719 · 5 years

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Trust Camp (Part 1)

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild created with @speedyoperarascalparty , @leelee10898 , @cocomaxley and myself. Thanks for the laughs ladies!

Thanks so much to @speedyoperarascalparty for helping to write this!

Summary: Liam and Pam force Drake and Anitah to go to Trust Camp.

A/N: this is the third installment to @speedyoperarascalparty’s Truth and Lies. You can catch up on Part 1 & Part 2

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Anitah and Drake sat on the royal jet, arms folded over their chests as they stared out the windows next to them. Liam sat next to Anitah, Pam next to Drake, each wearing wide smiles. It had been a couple of weeks since their last incident of accusing Liam and Pam of cheating and they had had enough. So, instead of taking them on the surprise vacation they were planning, they came up with something else to replace it.

“Ok you two,” Pam began, “you need to take this trip seriously.”

“Yes,” Liam agreed. “If this trip is to be successful then we need you two to at least make an attempt.”

“I feel like I’m being punished...and not in the enjoyable way,” Anitah huffed not looking away from the window.

“Right,” Drake agreed. “Hey, Brooks, maybe they should just get married...then they can annoy each other...” he pressed his crossed arms tighter to his chest.

Pam and Liam looked at one another trying to stifle their laugh at how ridiculous the two of them were acting. “Anitah,” Liam began, “you need this...you both need this. Pam and I can’t take it anymore with accusatory behavior from you two. No matter how many times we’ve tried telling you both how wrong you are, that we would never do that to you, you keep doing making accusations.”

“We need to get down to the root of where all of this is coming from. And since you two don’t seem to think there’s a root to it or that there’s a problem, and you just blame us for making you think that way, we’re going to have to force it out of you.”

“Drake...is your wife seriously Dr. Pamming me right now?”

“Sounds like it, Brooks.”

“There is no root! You two just do stupid stuff that is suspicious...ALL the time! There is your root!” Anitah chided, still not taking her gaze from the window.

“I’m pretty sure if you saw shit from our point of view, you’d think the same way,” Drake replied.

“No, Drake we wouldn’t, because we TRUST you two...which is why we’re going to this trust camp,” Pam responded.

“So you two better perk up or it’s going to be a looong few days,” Liam added as he and Pam both smirked.

Liam and Pam has canceled their trip to Mt. Kilimanjaro they had planned for Anitah and Drake and instead, after doing some research, they found a couples mindfulness resort in the foothills of the Himalayas that offered a three day relationship building package. The luxury spa was dedicated to restoring balance and harmonizing energy through a holistic approach, which both Anitah and Drake thought, and made very clear to Liam and Pam, was a crock of shit. Liam and Pam were both determined to get to the root of where the jealousy and accusations they continued to throw at them was coming from. They knew that both Anitah and Drake would be less than pleased with this, at least at first, agreeing to keep their calm and work to make them enjoy it.

The plane landed and a waiting vehicle took them to the resort. Liam and Pam secures the private package so it was just the four of them in the one area of the resort with no other guests to worry about. They made it there and stepped out of the vehicle, everyone looking around at the mountain views before they were led inside. Pam and Drakes room was down one hall while Anitah and Liams was down the other.

“We’ll see you guys in a few for dinner,” Pam said excitedly as her and Drake walked to their room. They made it inside and Drake flopped down on his side on the bed.

He looked around, his brow creasing. “Where the hell is the TV?” Pam quirked an eyebrow at her husband.

“There is no TV, baby.” Drake exhaled squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking perfect,” he groaned flopping on his back. Pam laid down on the bed next to him, her hand resting on his hard chest.

“Drake, I know you dont feel that this is necessary…” Drake shook his head.

“No, I don't, Pam. I think it's a ridiculous waste of time. You already know I have...family shit that makes me afraid of losing you. Do we really need to go over that again?” Drake turned giving his wife a questioning look. “I mean, if you and Liam didn’t do this shit, it wouldn’t even be an issue.”

Pam shook her head. “Okay Drake, but if that's all it is, why does this only come out with Liam? There's more to it and we both know it.” Drake huffed.

“Why the hell did I marry a therapist?” Pam smirked leaning over planting a soft kiss to Drakes lips.

“Hey, I know this is going to be tough. But it could be a really good thing for you. And for us. Can you just...keep an open mind?” She pleaded as her fingers wandered down his chest.

Drake fought back a grin. “Your lucky I love you so damn much.”

Liam and Anitah walked to their room and inside, Anitah walking to the sliding door looking out at the view. Liam came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. “Thank you for agreeing to this.”

Anitah crossed her arms. “Did I really have a choice?” She huffed in annoyance.

Liam chuckled and turned her to face him as she looked up at him with a deadpan expression. “Anitah...this is to help you, which will help us.”

She closed her eyes pinching the bridge of her nose. “We don’t need help, Liam. We don’t need therapy or counseling! This is ridiculous.”

“I’m not suggesting that we need therapy or counseling. I’m not suggesting that our marriage is in trouble. I’m suggesting that there is a reason you continue to doubt me. That you don’t trust me when I tell you that nothing is going on.” He tilted her face to meet his and leaned down pressing his lips to hers. “I love you, Anitah. And I just want to figure out where this is coming from.”

“I love you too. But it’s coming from stupid cryptic messages and dumb behavior...on your part. So stop doing that, and I would be just fine. See? All better. We can go now.”

She went to move and he laughed grabbing her hips bringing her back to him. “Ah, ah, not so fast. That’s not the problem nor the answer, my love.” He looked down at her smiling. “Please...just be open minded. Give it a chance.”

She let out a heavy sigh rolling her eyes. “Fine.”

They all changed and headed down to the outside sitting area for their private dinner and to meet with the monk that was leading the retreat for them. Drake and Anitah seemed to loosen up a little bit, not much, but a little. They had finished eating when the monk finally came out, a soft smile on his face as he bowed before taking a seat. “Namaste and welcome to our couples trust camp.” They all bowed in return to the man. “This will be a journey of growth and healing, both within your relationships and within yourselves. You will participate in a series of activities during your time here to facilitate the development of trust. This will include exploration of vulnerabilities and past betrayals with the goal of future healing. You will define your own path in this journey, getting as much or as little from this process as you put into it.” At his last words Pam and Liam both shot Drake and Anitah knowing looks as they glanced at them in return.

“I said I would keep an open mind! Don’t give me that look, Liam,” Anitah stared back at him as he smiled at her.

“Again, you’re lucky I love you, Pam,” Drake shook his head as she took her hand in his.

They looked back to the monk. “I do ask that you abstain from sexual release during this process also. The body holds the trauma of the past and forgoing release will help you to stay in touch with the feelings that are driving your insecurities. Reconnecting physically once trust is established will provide you with a deeply satisfying experience where you can reconnect and heal as a couple.” Anitah and Drakes eyes slightly widened as they slowly turned their gazes to their spouse.

Pam was biting her lip trying to stifle a laugh as Drake’s eyes bored into her. “You mean to tell me that I’m on this little voodoo vacation, and I can’t even touch my wife. This just keeps getting better and better,” he mocked as he slumped into his chair dropping his head back.

Anitah stared at Liam slack jawed. “You...you knew this didn’t you?” Liam looked at her and flashed a sheepish grin.

“It’s apart of the process, love. In order for this to work we have to follow the rules.” She let out a low growl turning her head away.

“I went two weeks before, my king. I can always go for longer.” Liam snapped his head over at her.

After they were finished they stood to head to their rooms for the night. “Bright and early tomorrow morning we will start this journey of healing. Your first activity will be a sunrise yoga session. There’s nothing more fulfilling than starting your day refreshed after the meditation of yoga. It will clear your minds and bring the task at hand more into focus.”

Drake snapped his head over to Pam. “Woah, woah, nope,” he shook his head rapidly. “Yoga?! I don’t do yoga!”

Pam laughed. “You do on this trip, baby.”

The following morning Liam’s alarm went off and he awoke excited, ready to start this day. He rolled over to see his wife soundly asleep and he smiled. “Anitah, love,” Liam kissed her forehead. “Come on, we need to get up.”

“Liam...it’s not even light outside...” she grumbled into the pillow.

“We have the sunrise yoga session this morning,” he kissed her cheek.

“Namaste...in bed...go ahead without me...” she rolled over. Liam shook his head with a laugh throwing the blankets off of her.

“Drake, come on. We’re going to be late for the very first activity!” Pam called.

Drake stepped out of the bathroom with a scowl wearing his gym shorts and a t-shirt. “I cannot believe you’re making me do yoga. And I swear if you or Liam tell Maxwell, Leo or Rashad this...” he shook his head running his fingers through his hair.

Pam chuckled walking up to him. “I won’t say a word. What happens here stays between the four of us.” He kissed her, his tongue slipping past her lips and she gently pulled away. “But you heard the monk...no sex until we have trust.”

He let out a growl. “Yeah, this was such a great idea, Pam!” He stomped away.

The four of them walked into the outdoor gazebo for the yoga class, Drake and Anitah slumping in with scowls behind a smiling Liam and Pam, the sun just beginning to peak over the mountain. They greeted the instructor before he asked them to each take a seat on a mat. “Ok, we will begin with simple breathing and meditation.” Pam and Liam smiled as they started, closing their eyes as they did the breathing.

Drake glanced over at Anitah with a less than unenthusiastic expression. “I need coffee...” she whispered and he nodded in agreement. After the breathing they were all instructed to stand. They began some of the easier, more basic yoga poses.

“Ok. Can everyone reach down and touch your toes.”

“That’s a bit of a stretch...” Drake smirked as Anitah let out a snort.

As they moved their bodies into more poses the instructor began telling them the benefits of yoga. “Yoga is calming. Yoga is affirming. Yoga is grace. Which of those are each of you feeling right now?” The instructor asked.

“I’m feeling calm,” Liam stated quietly.

“I feel grace,” Pam softly smiled letting out a slow exhale.

“Is there a fourth choice?” Drake asked, but no one answered. “No? Ok...I’m affirmed that this is fucking dumb,” he grumbled as Anitah began to shake with silent laughter.

The class continued on, Drake and Anitah both wondering when it would be over. Anitah heard Drake clear his throat and she looked over and he motioned his head to where Liam and Pam were standing on the mats in front of them, perfectly perfecting their poses in sync with the other one and she looked back to Drake rolling her eyes. “Just think, Drake, this is teaching us to stretch to conclusions,” Anitah spoke as she stretched her arms high into the air into a crescent pose, “instead of jumping to them,” she snorted as Drake began to laugh throwing himself off balance. Liam and Pam both turned eyeing them both.

They began practicing poses in free form, whatever ones they wanted to try from the set the instructor taught them. Anitah glanced over to see Drake staring at Pam’s ass as she was bent over in front of him in a downward dog and she chuckled, Drake slowly bringing his gaze over to her. She gave him a knowing look and he smirked with an agreeing nod. “Yoga is all about finding and becoming one with your center,” the instructor spoke.

“Psstt, Pam,” Drake whispered and she looked between her legs staring at her husbands upside down face. “I love finding your center,” he bit his lower lip and his eyes scanned over his wife’s form bent over in front of him with hunger filled eyes. Her cheeks flushed red as she snapped her gaze away closing her eyes.

“Focus, Pam,” she scolded herself.

Liam turned his attention to Anitah to see what poses she was trying and she could feel him looking at her and she hid a smirk as she dropped to her knees and began doing cat cow stretches, rounding her spine at first, then arching her back, her ass going into the air. After doing a few she slid her arms out in front of her stretching her back her hips still in the air, just how he liked her in the bedroom and he cleared his throat, a low rumble coming from his chest as she quietly moaned into the stretch. She looked over at her husband shooting him a wink and he closed his eyes now knowing she was purposely messing with him.

After their yoga session they decided to head to have some breakfast, having a free day since it was only day one and they were allowed to explore what the retreat had to offer. Anitah and Drake grumbled to one another as they walked out of the gazebo to go eat. Pam pulled Liam back for a moment. “Liam...do you see the shit those two are trying to pull? They're not taking this seriously at all!”

Liam nodded in agreement. “I know. I think they’re both still angry, but at themselves, that they were wrong, once again, and they’re taking it out on us. You know how stubborn those two are, to get them to admit that they were wrong.”

“They just feed off each other. It’s all some big fucking joke. And now that they found out we cant have sex, they’re just going to spend the whole time trying to torture us. They’re like little...immature...grumpy...assholes!”

Liam laughed. “They really do feed off each other. But...I think a place like this scares them more than anything. A place like this is going to force them to open up, so I think that’s a huge reason as to why they’re acting this way. We just...can’t feed into their game. We keep our cool, and do not let them get in our heads.”

Pam took a deep breath nodding. “Right. They’re vulnerable here. We’ll just...stay calm, encouraging, loving....and not fuck their brains out.” Pam gave liam an insincere smile. “We’ll be fine.”

The rest of the day they spent exploring the resort grounds. They walked down some trails in the woods through the mountains, Anitah and Drake still laughing and joking, but mostly with one another and not with Pam and Liam. They were being closed off and not really opening up at all. And when Liam and Pam did try and talk to them about the problem at hand, they were met with blame, jabs and jokes. By the end of day one, Pam and Liam were feeling exasperated and unsure if this was truly going to be any help.

The following morning the four met for breakfast and afterwards headed to couples massages. Anitah was finally feeling relaxed and this was definitely and activity she could get behind. Halfway during the massage she felt Liam’s hand grasp hers that was hanging off the table and she turned her head to him. “How are you liking this so far, love?” Anitah smiled contently.

“This...is amazing,” she sighed happily.

Liam chuckled as he gently squeezed her hand. “No, I mean about the trust camp as a whole. It’s day two, we have one more day...you haven’t really talked about much...”

Anitah took a breath. “Liam, I already told you, there is nothing specific...it’s just...dumb stuff you do.”

Liam gave her a look quirking his brow. “I don’t believe that, and I don’t think you do either.” He knew there was more to the story, that there was deeper issue at the bottom of it all, hoping to get it out eventually before the trip ended. He knew that if she or Drake didn’t spill it here, they were not going to tell them once they got back to Cordonia.

Over in Pam and Drakes room, Pam reached over taking Drakes hand, “Hey, you.”

Drake grinned. “Hey yourself.”

She smiled at him. “How are you holding up with all of this?”

Drake shrugged looking away. “If I don't die of boredom, I’ll be just fine.”

Pam exhaled. “Okay, but deflecting with humor and avoidance can only last so long.” Drake rolled his eyes. “Hey, I’m just saying, you’re here. Might as well get something out of it. Maybe it could help things. Up to you.”

That night they headed to dinner, the four of them sitting on the floor around a low platform table. Anitah and Drake seemed to loosen up a bit more since their massages that morning, but were still refusing to talk about anything to do with why they were actually there, but Liam and Pam were hoping that was going to change. Unbeknownst to Anitah and Drake, they were expecting a visitor after dinner. A short time after finishing they watched a monk came into the outside area where they were seated and bowed to them and they all bowed their heads in return.

“Good evening,” he smiled. “I am Daishin.” The group greeted him. “If you could follow me over this way, it’s time for the evening activity.” He walked over to a sitting area out on the grounds around a peaceful fire. He motioned for Pam and Liam to sit on one side next to one another and Drake and Anitah to sit across from them while he sat at the front facing both pairs. “Tonight we are going to try to be open. We will start the talking process, to try and get to the root of where these problems lie.” Drake and Anitah slumped in their chairs unenthusiastically. Daishin noticed the uncomfortableness seeping from the both of them so he decided to start with Pam and Liam first, having spoke with the both of them when they booked the trip, knowing why they did so.

“Ok,” Daishin began, “Pam, Liam, why don’t we start with you two. You are the ones who planned this trip, obviously having your own reasons for doing so. Can you tell us why this trip was so important for the both of you?”

He motioned to Liam and he cleared his throat. “For me, I want to know why Anitah feels the need to believe that I would do that to her. I, at least to my knowledge, have never given her reason to believe that I would ever have an affair. I am beyond happy in my marriage and I love her with all my heart. And for Drake, he is my best friend, for him to think that I would not only do that to my own wife, but to betray him by being with his wife...I just want to know where this is all stemming from. It’s important for all of us, I think, to get to the bottom of this so we can fix whatever it is to make sure it stops happening. Pam and I have been accused on countless times by them both of being together and it’s starting to put a strain on the relationship between the four of us.”

Daishin nodded then looked to Pam. “I agree with Liam. The constant accusations of infidelity are incredibly hurtful coming from both my husband and my friend. I truly cannot think of anything I have done that would cause either of them to think I would betray them like this. I love my husband and cherish my marriage. I don’t want him question that everytime I'm with Liam. To be fair, I enjoy Liam’s company...as a friend. We have both also been robbed of any sort of relationship too, because we can not be alone together or we are accused of sleeping together! That doesn’t happen with any of my other friends. I want to know why.”

Daishin nodded. “All very fair points. I see why you would want those questions answered.” He turned to Anitah and Drake. “Ok, Anitah, Drake. Let's start with the obvious...do you believe there are feelings that go beyond friendship between Liam and Pam?”

Drake and Anitah looked to one another then to him. “I don’t....no. I don’t think so. At least not on Pam’s part,” Drake shot Liam a look and Liam subtly rolled his eyes.

Daishin looked over to Anitah who was slumped in her chair staring at Pam and Liam. “I don’t know.” Pam and Liam both gave her a look and she shrugged her shoulders. She was refusing to open up at all.

“Ok, Drake, let me ask you this, since you actually...answered the question,” Daishin looked at Anitah for a moment before looking back to Drake. “What is it about Pam that makes you feel that Liam would want to be with her despite his commitment to you and his commitment to his own wife?”

Drake and Anitah quickly glanced at one another, both Liam and Pam noticing the uncomfortable shift they both had as they watched them sit up in their seats. “Well, Brooks-...I mean Anitah and I actually talked about this the night...we went to the study...It’s obvious that Pam is very similar to Liam...” He looked at Anitah for a moment as if he were looking for help answering, Daishin noticing.

“Anitah...you can chime in if you feel like it,” he said. Liam locked eyes on his wife, curious as to if she was going to say anything.

“Well...that night...I had said to Drake that I always thought that Liam and I balanced one another out.” Her eyes met Liam’s as she continued to speak. “That he’s...calm and laid back, and I can be a bit of a wild card...” she looked back to Drake as she swallowed that lump.

“But...” Drake began, his hands running along the length of his thigh nervously, “we said maybe after all this time...they both realized they wanted someone more like themselves...instead of like us...”

Pam and Liam each looked at Drake and Anitah slightly wide eyed. “Drake...” Pam looked at him with a sad smile. “Our dynamic,” she motioned between herself and Liam, “would never work. Liam and I would talk everything to death, we would never accomplish anything.”

Liam nodded his head in agreement. “We’re too alike,” he added. “We would more than likely drive each other absolutely crazy. You were right, Anitah, we do balance one another out. And that’s one of the many reasons that I love you. You keep me on my toes and you never give me a dull moment. You make my life fun and interesting.”

“Ok,” Daishin smiled, “It seems like we’re starting to get somewhere.” Liam and Pam both smiled, Drake and Anitah both sitting there still very uncomfortable. Daishin surveyed the two thoughtfully for a moment. “Drake, Anitah...let me ask you this...can either of you remember a time you felt a feeling of betrayal?” Pam and Liam’s eyes were locked on Drake and Anitah.

“Yes,” they both said in unison then snapped their gazes over to one another, both surprised by their own answers as well as the others. Liam and Pam leaned forward in their chairs both surprised as well and now very curious.

“Ok...and when were those times?” Daishin asked.

“Oh...I...I don’t really remember...” Drake looked down at his hands.

“It’s nothing...it’s silly anyway,” Anitah explained.

“No, you both need to be honest,” Pam stated.

Liam nodded agreeing with her. “If you both felt betrayal we want to know by who. And it’s not silly,” he said.

“Seriously, it’s nothing,” Anitah spoke, a bite in her tone warning Liam to drop it.

“Mines not a big deal either,” Drake remarked. Both Pam and Liam glanced at one another for a moment, watching as the two completely retracted.

After that last question Drake and Anitah went back to being fairly quiet, so Daishin decided to call the session for now. The four of them walked back to their rooms deciding to all hang out and Pam and Drake came to Liam and Anitah’s room and sat out on the balcony as they all talked.

“So why won’t you two talk about feeling betrayed?” Pam asked.

“It’s nothing, Pam,” Drake responded.

“Oh come on, it's obviously something,” Liam said. “You both have this feeling of betrayal and whatever it is you both feel, it obviously still bothers you.”

Anitah took a deep breath. “Liam, it’s nothing! Seriously, just drop it.”

Pam shook her head. “How about you guys seriously just tell us! Tell us who made you feel that way?” Drake and Anitah both continued to stay silent.

“Anitah you can tell me,” Liam said, “please...I want to know.” Again they didn’t answer, but Pam and Liam both could tell that Drake and Anitah were beginning to feel irritated. They both felt betrayed in situations in their lives before, but they were refusing to open up to Liam and Pam about it and they couldn’t figure out why.

“Was...was it me, Drake?” Pam asked and he looked up meeting his wife’s gaze. “I'm sorry. When did I make you feel that way?”

Drake shook his head again. “No, Pam, no. It...it wasn’t you.”

Liam sat forward in his seat. “Just tell us then? We want to be there for you both, but how can we if you won’t open up? Just talk to us. We want to know who you felt hurt by.” Drake’s jaw was clenching, Anitah’s hands balling into fists.

“Come on you guys! Who was it? Just tell us!” Pam stated.

“Liam!” Anitah and Drake both shouted out in unison. Both their eyes widened in surprise as they looked over to one another not realizing until that very moment that they had both felt betrayed by the same exact person. They both slowly looked over to Pam and Liam who were sitting there wide eyed and slack jawed.

After a few moments of silence Liam furrowed his brow, a pained expression on his face. “You...you both feel betrayed by...me? But why? What did I do?”

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