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#maybe I just wanted to hang with my sis before she goes- she’s going to Ohio soon so
changingplumbob · 2 days
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York Household: Chapter 9, Part 8
Calista and Aaron try out this nectar making contraption then it's time for Kelly's birthday.
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CW: Unicorn zombie with minor carton gore
The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday
Calista: Buongiorno caro, Buon compleanno
Kelly: Grazie Ma. Pa, did you make my cake
Aaron: One chocolate cake, candle covered, ready for later
Kelly: Better go or I’ll miss the bus, can’t wait to rub my birthday in everyone’s faces!
Calista: He’s sure got enthusiasm
Aaron: Have you see Deanna yet Tesoro
Calista: No but Devin text half an hour ago saying she was heading home and Deanna had slept a good chunk of the night
Aaron: Ready to start our nectar empire?
Calista: *laughs* bring it on
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Aaron: So what do we start with
Calista: Harvesting and watering
Aaron: I meant after that
Calista: I think you need to clarify your questions councillor
Aaron: *laughs* Yes captain
Calista: Let’s do the apples while we get the hang of it, they’re probably going to be less successful than the grapes anyway
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The two get in and start stomping!
Aaron: It feels so weird
Calista: Come on amore, channel your ancestors
Aaron: I’m pretty sure they were all sheep farmers not nectar- UHHH
Calista: Oh and he slips straight on his butt, the crowd goes wild!
Aaron: It’s not like this is a flat surface
Calista: You’ll need a better defense than- UHHH
Aaron: I see you’ve decided to join my sit in
Calista: *laughs* I picked the wrong coloured pants for this
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Despite starting at the same time Aaron finishes his bottle first. They both do a second bottle of apple nectar, they all end up average  despite my thinking they would be poor.
Aaron: Here, I’ll clean this one and you start your grape nectar in it while I clean yours
Calista: You’re just showing off about finishing early
Aaron: Oh Tesoro, you know I show off about everything
Calista: Well maybe finishing early isn’t the brag you think it is. You’ve certainly never bragged about finishing early before. Normally you brag about lasting-
Aaron: Don’t make me sweat, the nectar will go funny
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Despite not feeling like it, Deanna got up, showered, and is working on the homework she was too upset to do last night. At least the lines of physics and comedy take her mind off Paris. Wondering where she is, how she’s doing, who she might have met… She pulls herself together and decides to head to campus early to get her presentation finished before classes.
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I mean if there is a good view while nectar making this has got to be it! Aaron and Calista each make a bottle of grape nectar for the cellar, and discover how more colourful grape splatter is to fall into. When they’re finished they head off to shower off the sticky, but being self absorbed and active sims they both try fit in a workout before the birthday party.
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Luna arrives early and assures Aaron her twins will not be attending the party, Alfred would get overwhelmed and Rilian is still somewhat afraid of Kelly.
Kelly: So this is it Bun Bun. Teenage time. Time to find out if my guesses will be anything close
Bun Bun: *sits in comforting silence*
Kelly: I am going to miss hugging you though. I wish it wasn’t limited to childish sims. Better do one more hug for luck
Calista: Table set, guests invited, cake out. It’s go time!
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Eliza: I love how your house is always tidy
Calista: That’s Aaron, vacuumed everything early this morning
Sims gather round and the traditional birthday song begins. Kelly thinks of his wish, blows the candles and… nothing
Kelly: Why didn’t the candles go out
Joey: Surprise! I got you fake candles for your gift
Kelly: *laughs fakely* Go get me water to put them out if you don’t want me setting you on fire
Joey: *laughing* warning heard
Candles out, time to spin!
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My teenagers get a trait rolled from their parents traits and Kelly has got the over achiever trait from Aaron. Blue is his last favourite colour, he likes basic furniture and style choices are hipster, rocker and polished. New likes include video gaming, malicious interactions, and flirtation. New dislikes include flower arranging, pet enthusiasts and classical music. He’s also rolled being pansexual with romantic attraction to female sims. I'm also trying out randomising the aspiration category and choosing from within that rather than randomising a specific thing (because he rolled Friend of the World, I don't think that fits) so he's going to be trying to become president (still in the popularity section)
Oh yeah and Deanna got a post breakup makeover.
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Anya: So what’s it like being old
Kelly: Weird. And kind of annoying
Drake: Your face is annoying
Kelly: You’re still mad about that sleepover comment? At least I didn’t age up with that makeup disaster on
Drake: Shut up! It’s just my party outfit
Chasity: I think Drake is just revealing his style
Drake: Am not
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Kelly: Grazie for coming
Devin: A thank you? Who are you and what have you done with my brother
Kelly then goes in for a hug, taking me and Devin by surprise.
Devin: You all good gremlin
Kelly: It just... feels strange to be this tall
Devin: Hate to break it to you but actually we’re all short
Kelly: Maybe. Something just feels off
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Luna: Are you hiding in here
Deanna: No. Someone just needed to fix the TV
Joey: And that had to be you because…
Deanna: Because I’m learning handiness for my degree. Why the inquisition?
Luna: I think your hair looks nice. Did you enjoy shopping with Devin
Deanna: I never enjoy shopping. But I am glad to have a proper skin shade now
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madzandmore · 2 months
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can you please do where Tom and Bill having kids at the same time,Tom had a son and Bill had a daughter,the fandom calls them Tom and Bill jr. because they literally look exactly like them. and their dad's reaction when they created a band and they didn't tell them because they thought it's embarrass
(I'm making this short because I'm suck at English)
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TOM AND BILL - FLUFF
this is such a cute request.
THEIR KIDS ARE LIKE 11/12 IN THIS!!!!!
Tom and Bill Kaulitz - Following In Our Footsteps
Tom and Bill both had kids around the same time. They wanted to do that so they would be raised like siblings. They wanted their kids to carry on the same legacy they had.
And that’s what they did. Tom’s child was born just a couple days before Bill’s. It’s ironic because Tom is the older twin.
But they did everything together. When Tom was busy he would give his child to Bill to take care off. And the same with Bill.
BILLS POV-
My daughter Kimberly (iykyk) and Tom’s son Nick (iykyk) were having a sleepover. It was their 50th sleepover of the year and I was hosting it.
Tom came over to drop Nick off and hang out with me while the kids have their time.
“What’s up Tom.” I bring my brother in for a hug.
“Hey Bill, nothing much.” He moved aside to let Nick in.
“Kimberly!” Nick shouts from the door as he spots her.
“Nick!” My daughter shouts from behind me as they run to each other, hugging as if they hadn’t seen each other for years.
“Wow you guys are really excited.” I comment on their childish ways.
“But I haven’t seen him in like, forever.” She says sassily.
“I know it’s been like yearsss.” Nick dreads and adds on.
“Ok kiddos, go upstairs and play.” Tom says already getting tired of their little games.
The kids smile at each other and they run up the stairs laughing their head off. “They’re crazy.” I shake my head and cross my arms.
“Agreed.”
NICKS POV-
“Ok what should we do Kim?” I ask my little cousin as we sit in her room on her fluffy pink carpet.
“Umm I don’t know? Maybe draw?” She requests raising an eyebrow and throwing her hands up.
“Mmm but we always draw I wanna do something different.” I debate wanting to to something that we haven’t done yet.
“Ooo I have an idea! Let’s create a band, like our dads!” I have a cheeky smirk on my face knowing that my dad taught me how to play a little bit of guitar.
“That’s an amazing idea! I know how to play a little guitar and you have a good voice.” I jump with excitement.
“Thank you. But first we need a name.” She starts to think. Looking at her celling for ideas.
“I know, I know. What about Berlin Kidz?” I say.
“That’s perfect!” She gleams. “Now we need to get a microphone and a guitar. How are we going to do that?”
“Wait. Don’t you have a little play microphone uncle Bill gave you?” I ask knowing she got one for Christmas last year.
“Omg yes! I do.” She jumps up and goes to her small toy box. Rummaging through the toys and scouting for the play microphone. “Found it.” She holds it up in the air.
It’s a pink and orange colour with white glitter around the edges. “That’s perfect.” I comment.
“Okay Nick, did you bring your guitar?” She asks crossing her fingers in hope.
“Let me ask my dad hold on.” My open the door and run down the stairs where I see my dad and uncle Bill on the couch.
“Dad.”
“Yeah, what do you need Nick?” He turns around from the couch and looks at me.
“Did we bring my little guitar? I want to show Kimberly a song I made up.” I move back and forth on my feet.
“Yeah buddy, it’s in the car, here’s the keys and make sure to lock the door when you’re done.” He goes into his pocket and gets the keys. Handing them to me.
“Thank you dad.” I go out the front door and to our car. Unlocking it and going into the back seat where it was laying across the seats.
I grab it and close the car door, locking it and going back inside. “Here you go.” I throw my dad the keys and go upstairs.
“Hey Kimberly, I have my guitar.” I show her the wooden guitar in my hands sitting on the chair in her room and positioning the guitar on my lap.
“Amazing, do you have a riff?” She stands next to me.
“Well I’ve been working on this one melody and maybe you can think of lyrics for it?” I strung the guitar once to make sure it’s tuned.
“Okay let’s see it.”
I start to strum the guitar. Playing all the notes that my dad has taught me, alining them into a rhythm that I’ve made over the weeks.
She starts humming to the melody humming little words under her breath. “Okay I think I got it.” She stops me and starts singing to lyrics.
(I’m not making lyrics to just imagine it.)
TOMS POV-
As me and Bill are talking on his couch we start to hear singing and guitar. I know Nick wanted to show Kimberly a song but I don’t know that singing was involved.
“Hold on Bill, do you hear that?” I interrupt him talking we both pause, listening to the kids.
“Omg Tom, they’re making a song. Kimberly is singing and Nick is playing guitar.” His eyes shot open.
“They’re really good together. Let’s so see them.” I suggest.
“Wait, let me go up there and get a video, I want to post it on instagram. Stay here.” He gets up and grabs his phone.
BILLS POV-
I slowly walk to Kimberly’s room and crack the door open just a little so I can get a better look. Going to instagram and opening the camera I start to record them.
Making sure I don’t make any noise I stay outside if the door and peak my phone inside the room, capturing their little performance.
After about 30 seconds I stop recording and walk back downstairs. “Tom I got it!” I whisper-yell and sit back next to him on the couch.
“Show me.” I give him my phone and he presses play on the video. Smiling when he sees Nick playing the guitar riff he told him about. “I taught him out to do that.” He says pointing.
“It’s the cutest thing ever.” I take the phone from him and start typing a caption to the video.
It reads: ‘Following in our footsteps’ with a heart emoji. I tag Tom in the caption and post it. “Omg this is going to blow up.” I laugh and we go back to talking.
THE NEXT DAY + KIMBERLYS POV-
It’s the next day. Me and Nick finished our song and Uncle Tom went home last night after dinner. Now it was time for Nick to go home as well since his dad was here to pick him up.
“Bye Nick, I’ll see you probably next week.” I give him a hug.
“Bye Kimberly, hop-“ He gets cut off by my dad.
“Before you guys say goodbye, me and Uncle Tom want to show you something.” Me and Nick both look at each other in confusion. What did they want to show us?
Then my dad pulls out his phone and shows us a video. It’s me and Nick playing our song!
“Dad!” I cover my face in embarrassment, my grace turning pink.
“Uncle Bill!” Nick whines as well turning fully around and also throwing his hands onto his face.
“But you guys were so cute! Our fans are calling you guys Tom and Bill jr. it’s the best thing ever.” He protests and closes out of the video.
“I think you guys sound beautiful, maybe you could give us a performance?” Uncle Tom wiggles his eyebrows smirking and teasing us about our little ‘band’ we made.
“Okay maybe.” Nick says laughing at his facial expressions.
“Perfect, well it was nice having you here Nick. Bye guys.” My dad hugs Uncle Tom and Nick.
“Bye Uncle Tom.” I give him a hug. “Bye Nick.” I wave at him as they walk through the door.
SO FUCKING CUTE OMG. the band name is kinda of cringe but it’s okay.
ALSO THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL THE LOVE SND SUPPORT. I CAME BACK FROM SCHOOL WITH 99+ NOTIFICATIONS. I FELT LIKE A CELEBRITY.
BYE BBYS<3
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valiantphantomangel · 5 months
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I saw you requested ideas for stories! Maybe one where steve have told his little sister numerous times to clean her room, but she haven't really gotten around to it (didn't feel like it haha) and when she is about to leave to meet some friends he ask if she cleaned her room and she says yes, but when he goes to check she clearly haven't, maybe pushed some of her clothes under the bed or something
Big brother
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After literally months of Steve's voice demanding in your ear to clean your room you had enough.
So? Glad you asked.
You shoved all your clothes, books, toys and everything that was out of place like empty chip bags or empty cookie packs, into your closet and quickly closed it before it could fall out again.
You smile to yourself in your 'clean' bedroom and skip out of your room, down the stairs to hang out with your friends.
"Where do you think you're going young lady?" The devil named Steve Rogers aka your older brother asked as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.
"to hang out with my friends" you answered as you put on your jacket, it was getting colder in New York and the first snow was already expected.
"Have you cleaned your room"? He asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yep"
"alright then go and have fun" Steve said before walking away.
Wait, it was that easy? It couldn't possibly be that easy to fool Captain America, you shrugged your shoulder's and walked out of the Avengers tower.
When you returned to the tower later that day, you could almost feel the eerie quietness. You looked around on alert as you put your jacket down, slowly walking towards the stairs when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.
You turned around faster then the speed of light and sighed in relief when you saw it was Steve, but that quickly changed when you saw the look on his face.
"Had fun with your friends"? He asked as he walked to stand in front of you.
"Yeah it was nice" you answered with narrowed eyes.
"Well i came into your room and I had to say it was very clean, really thought you were fooling me there" he said with a laugh as he casually put his hand on your shoulder.
"O-oh good" you stuttered nervously.
"Now what was less pleasant was when I opened your closet door, it was a literal avalanche of toys, clothes and books which hurt by the way, any idea how all of that got there?" Steve said with a squeeze on your shoulder.
"Nope no idea, anyways I need to get some sleep, very tired you see" You quickly said with a fake yawn as you tried to walk around him.
"Not so fast young lady" He laughed as he threw you over his shoulder in one fast movement before throwing you on the couch and straddling your thighs.
You were already giggling nervously, you knew what he was gonna do since it has happened A LOT of times when you were younger.
"Already giggling hmm? And I haven't even done anything yet" Steve said with a mischief grin as he suddenly spidered over your tummy.
You instantly fell back in a giggling mess which turned high pitched as he began digging into your ribs. Which was a death spot.
"Ohhhh I think I've found myself a good spot" he teased as he continued to spider over your tummy before switching spots again.
"NOHAHAHAHA STOP ITHIHIHIHI" you threw your head back in laughter as you squirmed around.
"lemme think about that, uhm no" he grinned before continuing his tickle attack.
"Sounds like someone is having fun" Someone said from behind you that you just didn't want to hear. Loki
"SHUT UPHAHAHAHAH" you can't even make full sentences anymore from laughing your breath away.
"Don't forget her underarms, she's really sensitive there" Loki said with a wink before walking off again.
"DAMM YOU LOKIHIHIHI" you screeched with laughter as Steve full on attacked your underarms.
"seems like you got a new death spot" Steve grinned as he tickled you.
When your laughter fell silent and you stopped trying to fight back he finally let up.
"You alright little sis"? He asked with a smile as he pulled you up to let you cuddle up against him.
"You are the worst brother in existence" you grumbled as the remaining giggles left you.
"You love me"
"Yeah alright, i do"
"Love you too giggles, but you do have to clean your room, properly this time"
"Fine" You sighed before snuggling against him with a soft smile.
You love your big brother, even if he was a pain some times.
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itsbackwoodsbby · 2 months
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Stay Away From My Son!
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American Daniel Kaluuya X Black Fem Reader
Warning: Alcohol (Consumption of Alcohol)! Death (To my death anxiety girls, me too sis, had to pull through to write this.)! Depression! Drugs (Drug Dealing and Drug Usage)! Guns! Sex (Unprotected, be safe tho)! Violence!
Summary: You’re a single mother of two kids, Bryson, 17, and Brooklyn, 3. Brooklyn is a sweetheart. Not a tablet kid, always in her picture books, and lets you teach her stuff before she’s off to pre-k. Her troubled ass brother, Bryson, just wants to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a drug dealer to support the house. You try to tell him it’s okay and you can take care of it without him trying to help, especially in the way he is trying to go about it, but he just doesn’t listen. So now, you must do whatever it takes for Bryson to stay away from the local drug dealer, Daniel before he ends up dead like his daddy.
Sneak Peek: “What I got to do for you to stop fucking with my son?” You look at him with so much hatred. He looks at you and then laughs. “You going have to let me fuck before I let you take my biggest boy out of the game.” You look at him in disgust, “I’m not fucking your bummy ass, nigga!” You yell at him before you slap him. His boys roll up on you, but they fall back when he raises his hand. “Damn, you got a hand on you.” He says to you, “Maybe you should run with me.” You roll your eyes, “If I don’t want my son running with you, the hell makes you think I will do it. Stupid ass nigga.” You walk to your car.  He calls out to you, “Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.” You flick him off and get your car.
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“I love you, Bryson! Have a great day at school!” You say to your son, as you drop him off. “I love you too, mama. Love you, too, Brooklyn.” He kisses both you and Brooklyn’s cheeks and heads out of the car. 
You wait for a while to see if he goes inside the building. Bryson has been skipping school a lot recently. You two got into an argument about it last night and he promises you that he won’t skip school anymore. You watch him go inside and wait 15 minutes to see if he comes back out. He doesn’t, so you go back home. You cook some breakfast for Brooklyn and yourself. You would have cooked for Bryson, but as usual, he woke up late as hell. You cook pancakes, sausage, and eggs. You cut Brooklyn’s food up and some fruit and put it on her plate in front of her. She smiles and begins eating. You fix your plate and you eat your food next to her. After you both finish eating, you clean up and go into her room to learn. You teach Brooklyn her colors, the days of the week, the months, and numbers 1-20. Then it’s back downstairs to watch Bluey on the TV. Around two hours later. your phone goes off. It’s Bryson’s school. You sigh and answer, “Good morning, Mrs. Wilson.” You say as you tap your fingers on the couch. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. I was calling to inform you that Bryson isn’t in school now. Did you know that?” You stay quiet for a moment before answering, “No I didn’t because I dropped him off this morning and waited to see if he would come out and he didn’t.” You start to get angry at your son and his damn school. Lock the damn doors when school starts, so kids can’t fucking skip. “Well, Ms. Y/L/N, he’s not here. And if he misses school again, you will be fined and sent to jail.” 
You sigh and hang up the phone. You pick Brooklyn up and she whines. “Mommy, I want to watch Bluey.” You look at her, “I know, baby. We get to Bryson before he does something else stupid.” You sigh lock the house door and get Brooklyn in her seat.
You think you know where Bryson was. And sure enough, you are right. Bryson is on the porch with a few friends his age and some men you went to school with that also hung around your baby daddy before he died. From what you see, everyone is drinking including Bryson, and smoking the two blunts in rotation. You park your car and hop out. You can hear everyone saying “Oh shit!” when they saw it was you. 
“Bryson! Get your monkey ass in that fucking car right now!” You yell at him. He looks at you angrily as if you are ruining his fun. “Boy, get your ass in that car right fucking now. I’m not fucking playing with you, Bryson. Get in there now!” He stands up and brushes your shoulder as he walks to the car. You turn back to him, “Oh, you have lost your damn mind.” You are about to grab him, but someone stops you. “Aye, chill off my young nigga forreal.” He tells you. You stand there and look at him.
Daniel aka Drako. The city’s biggest kingpin. Daniel doesn’t care about anyone or anything. As long he gets his money. He recruits kids young, so that is why your son hangs with him. If someone doesn’t have his money, he usually beats them daily, until they have it. They’ll have three months, once the time is up, they are dead in the weirdest fashion. One way, they are tied up by their feet and fatally beaten up and stabbed and carved with a “D” somewhere on their body.
You look at Daniel with your arms crossed. You examine him before you say what you say. You honestly aren’t scared of him, but you do have to live to see tomorrow because you are the only one to take care of Bryson and Brooklyn. He has one of his hands in his pants and smoking the blunt. His eyes are low and red, but they are stuck on you. He bites his lips at you, making you roll your eyes. 
 “What I got to do for you to stop fucking with my son?” You look at him with so much hatred. He looks at you and then laughs. “You going have to let me fuck before I let you take my biggest boy out of the game.” You look at him in disgust, “I’m not fucking your bummy ass, nigga!” You yell at him before you slap him. His boys roll up on you, but they fall back when he raises his hand. “Damn, you got a hand on you.” He says to you, “Maybe you should run with me.” You roll your eyes, “If I don’t want my son running with you, the hell makes you think I will do it. Stupid ass nigga.” You walk to your car.  He calls out to you, “Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.” You flick him off and get your car.
As you drive to your house, your thoughts start beating you up. Are you a bad mother? You can’t even protect your son from the streets. You know he needed another male figure, but why did he go to the worst one EVER? You look at Bryson in the corner of your eye. He just stares at you, mad because you embarrassed him in front of his “friends.”
He stays quiet and once you park in the driveway, he rushes out of the car and goes in the house. You get out of the car and get Brooklyn out as well. She smiles at you and holds you tightly. As soon as you’re inside, you hear Bryson slam his door and play his music loud as hell. You sigh and put Brooklyn in her room to watch Bluey. You open Bryson’s door, take his phone, and turn his music off. 
“You fucking tripping. Damn just get the fuck out of my room!” He yells at you. You look at him in disbelief. Did he just cuss at you? You put his stuff in your room and come back in his room and look at him, “Did you just cuss me?” You ask him. He doesn’t say anything back, but he gives you the “I sure did.” look. “Bryson, you have lost your fucking mind. Baby, let me tell you something, I am YOUR mom! You respect me!” He rolls his eyes and puffs, “Man, get the fuck out of my room. I don’t have to respect you.” He gets all in your face. You push him on his bed, “Look here, I don’t care what Daniel ass told you about not having to respect anyone but him. But you are going to respect me. I am YOUR mother. Ight.” 
He just sits there and mugs you. You've never seen Bryson be this defiant. You sigh knowing you lost your baby boy. He isn’t the same boy he was when his dad was here. He isn’t the same boy he was when his dad died. He’s heartless and reckless. He is the boy who sells drugs, gets multiple pregnancy scares from girls, and now cusses and disrespects his mom. 
You look at him and talk lowly, “Bryson, you don’t get it, don’t you? You don’t need to run with him or anything. We are good. Can you please for once listen to me? Stop doing this. Your little sister needs you. Bryson, I need you.” You tear up. “And if you don’t honestly give a fuck about me as your mom, cool I’m sorry for being a shitty mother, but do it for your little sister. Do it for your dad. You know he did everything in his power to stop from following in his footsteps. Yet here you are because I am a bad mother.” You sigh and look at him as the warm tears fall down your face.
His demeanor changes and he starts twisting his dreads. He hates seeing you cry. Right now, it may not look like it, but Bryson is a mama’s boy. That’s why he tries to help you so much by selling drugs. He hates how you stress yourself out to make ends meet, making sure your babies look the best for school. He hugs you tightly. 
“Mama, I’m going to stop selling. I promise. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He says. “Bryson, you say that all the time. Just to break that promise again.” You sigh and walk out of his room. 
You start wishing your boyfriend, Brandon, was still alive guiding Bryson how he was. You know he’s turning in his graving, watching how his son became what he didn’t want him to become. Brandon used to tell Bryson his jail stories, how he’s forever stuck in the streets, that Bryson can do better, and why he should never be in the streets like him. It’s a slap to the face. You sigh the more you think about Brandon and how he died almost three hours after his first daughter was born. He wanted a girl so bad. Now he’s missing her, not able to physically watch her grow up.
You trudge down the stairs slowly, get a bottle of Casamigos from the fridge, and examine the bottle. Bryson has been drinking some because you left more than this in here. Or have you been drinking a lot more recently? You sigh and start drinking straight out of the bottle as you lay your head on the table. Not only did you feel like a shitty mom, you also looked like a shitty mom drinking alcohol in the afternoon. Five minutes later, the bottle is empty. You trudge back upstairs, lie down, and close your eyes for a moment. You couldn’t sleep however because every time, you hear Bryson’s phone dinging. You sigh and get up to turn it off, but you look at the screen to see it’s Daniel blowing him up, asking Bryson to come back, so he can drop off a load.  You go to the messages and text back, “yea ill b over there in seven.”
You shower up and get dressed in something cute and chill. You lock your room door, so Bryson won’t try and get his stuff from out there. You go into Brooklyn’s room and see that she fell asleep, as she was watching Bluey. You pick her up and lay her in her bed. Then, you go to Bryson's room. He’s lying in bed throwing his basketball in the air. He sees you and sighs. “Momma, I’m sorry. I’ll stop running in the streets.” You look at him, “I know.” You smile. You go to him and kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back. Watch your sister for me. Don’t leave the house either.” 
He nods his head. You already know he’s not leaving because he doesn’t like leaving Brooklyn alone. You smile head to your car and drive off from your house. Seven minutes later, you’re parked across his house. His boys are on the porch with him, smoking and waiting for Bryson to come. 
“Man, this little nigga ain’t coming, Daniel.” You hear one of them say. “Lil bro is probably getting pressed by his fine-ass momma.” Bryson’s friend, Dominic says, making the whole group laugh. You roll your eyes. Then Daniel huffs and puffs, “Fuck! Just go without him.” 
His boys leave him on by himself. Daniel sits on the porch, smoking his blunt before he goes inside his house. You wait a few and then walk across the street and go up to the door. You knock on the door. He instantly opens it. 
“Man, Bryson, what the fuck?! Why you lat-…” He’s caught off guard when he sees you. You push through him and come inside. “Yeah yeah. Now, Daniel. I’m going to ask you nicely. Stay the fuck away from my son. He doesn't need this life and you know that.” You say. He chuckles and sits down on the couch, “Nah, he’s really good, Y/N. This life is teaching him a lot. How to be a man. Brotherhood. He is doing good just like his dad used to do.” You look at him, “Yeah, until you set him up. Did you even tell Bryson you’re part of the reason his dad is dead?” Daniel starts yelling at you, “I had nothing to do with his death! And you know that! I love Brandon as if he was my blood.” He was mad as hell at your accusation. “Whatever, you say.” You cross your arms, not believing shit this nigga says. He sighs, “You know what? Here’s what happened that night. Brandon died because of Taylor. Okay? Taylor was jealous because of how close me and Brandon were. You know I knew Taylor before I knew Brandon. But I liked Brandon’s work ethic and his hustle. We clicked on so much shit from the past, that was my boy.” He says and he leans back in the chair, covering his eyes. “Taylor told Brandon I gave him a drop. I didn’t. I was sleeping. Taylor knew some of our opps were sliding on their other opps. He sent Brandon over there and that’s what happened.” He sighs, “I had no clue at all, Y/N. But I did handle it.” He looks at his hands. You gasp, “You killed Taylor?” He bites his lips, trying to fight back tears. “Yeah… yeah I did.” 
You look at the pain in his eyes. You were shocked he killed Taylor for Brandon. Especially since Taylor was Daniel’s blood cousin. You sit next to him and hold him. He cries in your chest. There’s a lot of emotions that you have right now. You feel bad for accusing him of your boyfriend’s death for a very long time. You feel relief that you know what happened that night.
He sighs, “This is the only way I know I can pay Brandon back by being a male figure to Bryson. This is the only way I know how to do it. By showing him the ways of the streets. No one taught me the normal way of how to be a man. I was taught to be tough. Be a street nigga. Get a good name in these streets.” He says. “Bryson doesn’t need to be in the streets. And you are teaching him how to disrespect women. I don’t like it. I hear him talking to girls. Calling them bitches and shit.” He looks at you, “Nah, that’s them other niggas. I can’t disrespect women. I love my queens. Especially the black queens” You raise your eyebrows, “Oh yeah? Then what was that when I came and got him from you? ‘Feisty ass. You just need some dick. That’s all. It’s been three years since your man got killed? I know that pussy tight.’” You mock him, sounding goofy as hell. He laughs, “Just trying to look cool in front of the boys. I’m sorry about that.” He says. “But I promise, I don’t teach the young ones disrespect. That's Fredo.” He continues. “Well, who taught him to just fuck? And fuck raw at that! I swear to God every day it’s always, “Momma, I think I got a girl pregnant.” every time. Like what the hell?” He chuckles, “Okay, that’s me. I’ll admit that. I want to be able to feel it. Connection.” You roll your eyes, “There's a condom that feels like nothing you know.” He gives you a crazy-ass look, “That shit not the same and you know it.” You look at him, “No, I don’t. All the time that I had sex has been protected.” He looks at you, “So how the hell did Bryson and lil Brooklyn get here?” You laugh, “Condom broke.” He looks at you, “So you never had sex without a condom before.” He asks you and you shake your head no.
Something about that answer turns Daniel on. He tries to hide it, but you can tell. You look down and smile. You look back up and he’s staring at you biting his lip. You giggle. Daniel has always been attractive, but you let the negative things block it. Now that some things are clear and off the table you see his fine self peeking through. 
“Control yourself.” You say. “It was just a fact.” He looks at you, “Man, I’m chilling. Just thinking.”  He says, chuckling. “What’s on your mind?” He looks at you clueless, “Nothing.” You shake your head, laughing, “For real. What were you thinking about?” He sits up, “Me being the first person to fuck you raw.” You laugh, “I knew it. I haven’t done that in a while for real. And besides, wouldn’t it be wrong? You are the father of my children’s best friend.” You look down. As tempting as it is, you can’t help but feel like Brandon would be mad at you. “I think Brandon would want you to move on. I’m not saying that because I’m trying to fuck. But honestly, I do. I don’t think he would want you sitting here upset and lonely.” He lifts your chin and looks into your eyes. You smile, “He would want me to. He always talked about it. I always brushed it off thinking he was just talking normal nonsense.” You sigh. 
You start thinking. You've been lonely for three years. Not to mention, you stopped having sex when you were pregnant with Brooklyn. So it’s almost been four years now without dick. And sex toys can only take you so far. What’s the harm in having sex with Daniel right now?
“You sure?” You say, needing some confirmation. “I’m sure, Y/N. But I don’t want you to be unsure, you know.” He says as he rubs your back. 
His hand travels down to your waist and your thighs. He looks at you. His eyes ask for permission to go further up your body. You slowly nod your head yes. He starts rubbing your pussy through your shorts. Instantly, you lose your mind. This is what you’ve been missing. A touch. He takes your shorts off and pulls your panties to the side and looks at your pussy. It was glistening with your wetness already. 
He kisses your neck as he slowly rubs your clit. Then, he lowers to your thighs, sucking on them, leaving marks on them. He looks at it one more time before he dives in face first and starts eating you out. You gasp and throw your head back on the arm of the chair. His tongue slides up and down on your clit. You grip his head with your other hand. He switches from licking to sucking on your clit. Your body lifts a bit, giving him a bit of an entrance to use his fingers. He teases your hole with his two middle fingers before he curls them inside you. You start gripping his head tighter. He resumes eating you out and you can’t wait to come for him. He looks up at you to see your beautiful love faces. He smiles and slides his free hand up your hoodie and rubs on your boobs and everywhere else on your body. Your breath starts to get heavier and heavier. 
“Fuck! I’m about to come! I’m about to come!” You whimper out to him. He smiles and continues to pump you faster with his fingers as he sucks gently on your clit. 
You jerk up as you have your first orgasm. Your juices were dripping from his hands to his forearm. You sit up on the couch and look at him. He smiles at you before picking you up and taking him to his bedroom. Your lips connect with his for the first time and it feels so amazing. His lips are super soft. He then attacks your neck with kisses and lays your body down softly on the bed. You take your hoodie off and he takes his sweats off. His dick is semi-hard. He gets in between your legs and starts rubbing his dick on your pussy to coat it with your wetness. He leans down and kisses your neck, making you moan even more. 
No warning, you feel something slide inside, making you inhale sharply. He lets you adjust to his size since it’s been a while for you. He then kisses you all over your body to relax your mind and your body, which makes you adjust to his size much faster. He looks you in the eyes as he slowly strokes inside you. You cover your face. You couldn’t even look at him with how much pleasure he’s giving you. He removes your hands from your face and makes you look at him. His eyes are filled with lust and you know he wants to make this enjoyable for you. He starts picking up speed. He rips your tank top off your body to massage your breasts as he pushes himself deeper inside you.
“Shit, Daniel!” You grip the sheets and close your eyes. “Come on, open them pretty eyes and look at me.” He says as he places his hand below your belly button. Your eyes open as soon as the pressure overwhelms you. Your hands travel to his chest and lower to his stomach, “Daniel, please, it’s too much. It’s too much.” You whimper out. “I can’t take it.” You cry out. He looks into your eyes, “No, you can take it.” He smiles at you and kisses your neck. Slowly, you move your hand back on the bed, gripping the sheets again, “Mm, just like that, ma.” He groans, locking eyes with you.
You start clenching around him. “Oh…shit! I’m about to come.” You moan out. He smiles at you and shakes his head no. You look at him like he’s crazy. What does he mean by no? He smirks and starts pounding into you. “You can come when I tell you to.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes begin to curl. You keep begging but it only turns him on more, “Mm, you look so beautiful when you beg.” He starts, “You keep on, Ima make you hold it even longer.” You hold it to the best of your ability, clenching tighter and tighter around him. He starts to twitch inside you, “You want to come?” He asks you. You nod your head frantically, but that wasn’t good enough for Daniel, “Use your words, mamas.” You look at him, “Please, please. Let me cum, baby. Please let me cum.”He is a sucker for your begging. He smiles, “Nut on this dick.” He says low. 
You jerk up as you climax and he fills you up with his cum. He buries his head in your neck and places sweet nibs and kisses. He was right. It is WAY different to have sex without a condom. Getting to feel every inch of that big dick sent you head over hills. Sadly, aftercare could not be done because you have to get back to your two kids that you left. Quickly, you two shower and get dressed again. Daniel only puts on some gray sweats. He walks you back to your car and opens the door for you. You get in and start the car as he closes the door. He hunches over and motions for you to let down the window.  You do so and look at him.
“So, am I going to see you again?” He asks you, sliding his hands in his sweats. “Yeah. You will.” You smile back at him and look down at his print. “My eyes are up here.” He chuckles. “Sorry.” You look at him. “Just call me whenever you want to see me again.” You say. He nods at you and you wave bye to him. You grab pizza for you and the kids on the way home and you have a good time with your kids.
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When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 13
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Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader
Word count- 4,363
Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!
A/N-Jensen finally realizes how bad he screwed up, but someone else is coming in for the reader's attention. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!
Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.
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A ringing phone wakes you from a deep sleep Saturday morning, you fumble to answer it not bothering to see who it is.
“What?” you finally groan out when you hit the right button.
“Well good morning to you too, little sis,” Jeff greets you on the other end. 
“It’s Saturday, I don’t have to work.  I was sleeping, Jeffery.”
He just chuckles on the other end.
“What do you want brother dear?”
“Your niece and nephew have been asking about you.  I wondered if you had any plans today, or if you would like to come over and hang out?  I’ll even make you lunch before I send you home.”
When you don’t respond right away he continues.  “Did you fall back to sleep on me?”
“I’m thinking.  Yes, I’ll come over, but only because Tyler and Katie want me, and because you’re feeding me.”
“I thought that might get you.  Bring your suit, I’ll see you in a little bit.”
“Alright, see ya.”
With a groan you push yourself out of bed to get yourself ready.  You’re looking forward to seeing your niece and nephew, but your bed had been so comfortable.  Forty minutes later you are stopping for a frappuccino and bagel before arriving at their house.   
It’s maybe thirty seconds after you pull in the driveway, that the front door opens and two excited children run out to greet you, with their father watching from the porch.
“What, I don’t get you running out to greet me at my car too?” you tease Jeff, walking up to the house.
 “Uh no.  I don’t think you ever have, or ever will.”
“Fine, whatever.  You don’t love me I get it,” you tease.
“You’re so dramatic.” 
The two kids are telling you all about the plans they have for you today.  The list is a long one and you aren’t sure one day is going to be enough to get it all done.  Tyler wants to show you his newly rearranged room, so that is stop number one.  You leave there with a handful of hot wheel cars he wants to play with.  Of course Katie isn’t going to be left out and her room is next.  She shows off a new doll she wants the two of you to play with also. 
When you reach the living room Mary Jo is just coming in the front door from a store run.  You go offer to help carry in the bags, but Jeff waves you away to go back to the kids.  Sitting in the living room you take turns playing with the toys they each chose.
It doesn’t take too long for the both of them to become bored and want to move on to something else.  Jeff suggests swimming, and everyone changes into their suits and head out back to the pool.  Your brother gets in the water with the kids first and you follow.  MJ sits on the steps watching.   As you are playing with Katie in the shallow end, your sister-in-law questions you about working on Walker.   
Tyler wants you to come swim with him, so you and Jeff switch places, and you play around with him in the water.  When the kids tire out, their parents call them up on the deck to sit and try off while Jeff goes in to throw lunch together.  Tyler is already trying to figure out what you can all do next before he is halfway through his lunch.  He isn’t very happy when MJ tells him his food needs to settle before he can start running around playing tag like he was hoping.
You end up staying until after dinner and the kids wore both themselves and you out.  Back in your apartment you curl up on the couch with a movie when your phone beeps, signaling a text. A smile crosses your face when you see the contact name you gave your new costar.
Toby C- Any plans tomorrow?
Me- Oh yeah, super busy!  Sleep in, possibly watch a movie or if I get up the energy go workout.  What’s up?
Toby C- I heard tonight there was some Summer night thing, it ends tomorrow.  Wasn’t sure if you would be interested?
Me-Maybe…
Toby C- Am I supposed to persuade you somehow?  If so I’m going to need some help with how to do that.
Me- Haha.  What time?  If you tell me before noon it’s an automatic no Mr. Allen.
Toby C- How’s 4?
Me- That could work. Do you want to meet there?”
 Toby C- I’ll pick you up, send me your address.  
Me- Done, See you tomorrow, have a good night.
Toby C- Night.
Turning the movie back on, you look up Summer Nights on your phone.  Hot Summer Nights is something the city has apparently put on for five years now.  There are 12 different venues which host different live acts each over four days.  Pulling up the list of venues you aren’t familiar with any of them.  There are a couple that interest you and some that might be a little much, but you’ll see what Keegan is thinking tomorrow. 
The ringing phone wakes you from a sound sleep Sunday morning.  With a frustrated groan you reach for the offending device from your night stand and manage to answer it without opening your eyes.
“This better be important,” you growl out to the person on the other line.
“Well good morning to you too,” comes with a chuckle from the other end.
“Seriously, Jared?  Why are you calling me this early?  It was Jeff yesterday, now you.  If you two keep this up, I’m going to be an only child.”
“Okay, nine am isn’t that early.  We have earlier call times through the week.”
“We do, that’s why I like sleeping later on the weekends.”
“Yeah, yeah, when you have kids that doesn’t happen.  Do you want to come over this afternoon?  Hang out and have dinner?”
“Thanks, but I already have plans.”
“Real plans, or eating popcorn on your couch plans?”
“Real plans, after I get more sleep.  Thank you, but maybe another time.”
“With who?”
“Ugh, does it matter?”
“Just making sure you’re safe.”
“Keegan, happy?  I’m going back to sleep now.  Bye Jared.”
You hang up before he can say anything else, rolling over you try and go fall back to sleep but it doesn’t happen.  Giving up an hour later you drag yourself from the bed and change into workout clothes to take some of your morning frustrations out on the spin bike in the workout room. 
After showering, laundry and going over the script for this week’s scenes take up the rest of your day.  Just before four there is a knock on your apartment door, opening it you welcome Keegan in.
“Hey, come on in.”
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“Hi, thanks.”  He takes a look around slightly shocked, “Um, nice place.”
“It’s small, I know.  That’s the first thing everyone notices.”  Picking up your purse you turn back to him.  “Did you already have a venue in mind you want to check out?”
“I thought it was just music downtown?  I thought the flier I saw said something about coming downtown to check out live bands, I guess I didn’t read too far into it.”
“I pulled it up last night after you texted.  There are twelve different venues with live acts.  Some smaller, some fairly big.”
Grabbing your phone off the table you pull the site back up to show him.  He takes a minute to look through it before turning back to you.
“Have you been to any of these places before?”
“I haven’t, but I didn’t think the last one listed sounded bad.  It’s supposed to be a smaller venue, they serve food, and are featuring different types of music.  The other one.”  You have to look over his shoulder at your phone to find the name.  “That one, The Green Jay seemed similar to the first.  The others all talk about multiple stages and big parties.  I think those might be kinda packed.”
“You’re probably right about that.  Okay, let’s check out, what’s the name of the first one?”  He looks at the screen, “Valhalla.”
Taking out his own phone he types in the address to pull up directions.  They two of you exit the apartment and after you lock up he follows you down the steps.  Getting in the car, you hear his phone announce the bar is 8 minutes away.  He pulls into a parking lot on the corner across the street from the bar.  Looking up, you see The Green Jay is across the other street.
Keegan waits at the front of the car for you and the two of you make your way toward the first stop, to find that they don’t open until 6 pm.
“Oops, guess we should have checked that huh?” you say sheepishly, turning to him.
“Probably.  Well, let’s try the other one.”
That one opens at 5pm, the two of you have forty minutes to kill.  Looking around at your surroundings you see an open business across the street. 
“We could go to the Chess Club.”
Keegan looks at you with raised brows, “I think I’ll see what our other choices are first.”
Turning the other way you see a number of people down the street.  “Stubb’s Bar-B-Q, is down there.  It’s another venue, maybe they’ll be open.”
They were, and also already packed at the outdoor stage.
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Inside the bar wasn’t too bad, but the outside area in front of the stage was packed.  Going back inside you find an empty table and sit down. A waitress comes over for your drink order and Keegan adds an order of Nachos. 
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“No sense drinking on an empty stomach.”
“You’re a smart one Mr. Allen.”
The drinks arrive and he looks around the restaurant, a band is playing in the background.   “So you live 8 minutes away and haven’t been to any of these places?”  he questions with disbelief.
“Well, I haven’t even been living there a month yet.  I was staying with Jared before that, it’s probably 25, 30 minutes from there.  I was living at Jensen’s place first, when I moved here from LA.  He might have ordered from here before and picked it up, but I don’t think we ever came down here.”
“I didn’t mean to bring up that.  I um…”
“Heard the gossip about that breakup?  It was announced on TV, so it doesn’t really surprise me if you did.”
“Sorry.”
You just shrug, not wanting to get into it too much and bring the mood down.  “How are you liking Texas so far?”
“Good.  Not quite as crazy as California.”
“True.  Which is nice sometimes.”
“It is,” he agrees.
“So where did you find to call home while you’re staying here?”
“I’m leasing an apartment at The District at SoCo.  It’s like 2-3 minutes away from your place.”
“I’ve driven by there, looks nice.”
“It is.  Clean, roomy.  I like it.”
“That’s good.”
The nachos arrive and the conversation slows.  A little after five the tab is paid and the two of you make your way over to The Green Jay.  
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The place is already filling up.  You ask Keegan to find a table and you grab some soft drinks from the bar to start.  Trying to slow the pace of your night out.  While at the bar, you find out they don’t serve food but allow you to bring it in from other local restaurants.  The band takes the stage and it’s so loud you aren’t able to hold much of a conversation.  After listening to a few songs from their second band of the night, Keegan asks if you want to check out Valhalla, which should be open now.  
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The bands there are just staring for the night, and the place is still fairly empty.  Grabbing drinks first the two of you make your way to a table.  Keegan notices some foosball tables off the side and challenges you to a game.  He ends up winning two rounds and you go back to the table to put in a dinner order.  While you wait, you talk Keegan into an air hockey game.  This time you come out the victor.
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When dinner arrives you make your way back to the table and enjoy the music while you eat.  It’s after 9, when the two of you are finally ready to head out.  
Getting to your apartment complex, he walks you up to the door, before saying goodnight.
“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.”
“It was fun.  Thanks for inviting me,” you respond.
“We’ll have to plan something else again.  See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, have a good night, drive safe.”
“Will do.  Night.”
You wake up Monday to a number of Instagram notifications on your phone.  Opening up the app as you get out of bed you see Keegan tagged you in a post last night.  There are some videos and photos from the different bars, you never even noticed him taking any. Scrolling through he has pictures of the various bands, a video of you singing along with a song, you standing at the air hockey table looking away from the camera, and one with the outside of each bar.
Fun night exploring more of Austin.  Thanks for the company @Y/NPadalecki  
You skim the various comments as you're brushing your teeth.  There are more than a few that question if you two are dating now and if that’s why you broke up with Jensen.  Shaking your head, you continue to get yourself ready for work. 
The morning on set goes by quickly, as you are walking to the catering tent Keegan comes up beside.  
“Hey, can we take lunch in your trailer or mine?  We should talk.”
“Okay, yeah, sure.”
When you both have your food, he follows you over to your trailer. As he sits across from you at the table you speak first.
“Is something wrong?”
“Not really, maybe, I don’t know.  I’m not sure if you were on Instagram today, or…”
“I was.”
You notice the brief frown on his face before he hides it. “I saw some of the comments about the two of us dating, and I realized we never really talked about what we were, and what that was.” 
He looks up at you, but you stay silent to see where he is going.  Your mind is racing, you aren’t sure if you are ready to get back out in the dating pool yet.
“When I asked you to go with me I was asking as a friend, I didn’t mean to lead you on.  We’ve just gotten along so well on set, and I don’t know many people around.  I thought we could be friends, hangout and whatever.  I have a girlfriend, it dawned on me this morning I don’t think I ever told you about Ali.  I’m sorry.”
“Honestly, I wasn’t thinking along those lines either.  I’m not sure I’m ready to get back out there yet.  I could use another friend though, I don’t know too many more than you do here.”
“Friends?” he questions.
“Friends.  I’d like to hear more about Ali sometime. If she's in town sometime maybe we could all hang out.”
“I think she’d be okay with that.  I’ve told her about you.”
Going back to your food, it isn’t long before you are being called back to set. While you are packing up at the end of the day, there’s a knock on your trailer door. 
“It’s open!”
Your brother walks in a moment later. 
“Hi.”
“Hey Jare, what’s up?”
“So how was your night out?”
“It was fine.  I’ve never been to that part of downtown before.”
“So you and Keegan, huh?”
“Jared Tristen Padalekci, don’t you dare even start with me, don’t go there.  Whatever it was or is or isn’t, is no one’s business but our own.  I’m not involving you in my love life one way or the other anymore.”
You know there is nothing between the two of you, but you don’t want your older brother’s opinions or interference either way.  He stands there staring at you a moment, slightly taken back. 
“I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt again.”
“I do appreciate that, but if there was something to tell, I would do it in my own time.”
He stares at you for a moment, “alright, fine.  Leaving it alone.  Do you want to come over for dinner Sunday? We were going to tell Tom about the baby.”
“That’s a family moment, I don’t want to intrude.”
“You are family too.  Plus Jeff’s family is coming. ”
“Then sure, just let me know what time.”
The rest of the week went by quickly, you were on set everyday this week.  Thursday is a lighter day for you.  Gen and Jared have a few scenes, so you hang out with Tom in your trailer while they are busy.   He helps you pick out what dessert to make for Sunday. 
“I want that one!” he exclaims pointing to a cake. 
“The orange one?”
“Yeah! Can we have those on top too?” He points to a cupcake with orange chew candies on top.
“Alright, let’s see what that cake entails.  I’ll see if I can find the candies.”
The cake he chose is an orange dreamsicle with orange cream cheese frosting. 
“I think it’s doable buddy.”
“Can we have it tonight?”
“Um, no.  It’s going to be for Sunday.  But we can go see if they have any cookies at craft services.  How about that?”
“Okay,” he reluctantly agrees.
After returning to your trailer with a cookie or three, Tom settles down on the couch and eventually drifts off for his nap.  You go over your scenes for the next day until Gen comes to take him home. 
You’re grumbling to yourself as you walk through the crowded grocery store late Saturday morning. You should have come after work yesterday and it wouldn’t have been so bad.  You’re trying to grab a few groceries for your apartment and the ingredients for tomorrow’s cake. Somehow you spend almost an hour in the crowded store, before you are finally on your way back home.  Stopping at a nearby sub shop, you grab lunch to take with you. 
Once the groceries are put away, you pull up the directions for the cake and pull out the ingredients needed.  Thankfully the apartment actually came with two round baking pans.  When it’s in the oven you set out the frosting ingredients that need to rise to room temp and collapse over on the couch. 
When the cakes are out you whip up the crumb coating frosting so it’s ready to go when the two layers cool. The orange layer of filling is next.  As you are working you realize just how much you miss having a normal size kitchen, and your own pans and utensils. This little one really isn’t meant to spend much time in. 
You hit the apartment gym while waiting for the crumb coating to harden so you can finish the frosting.  Returning later, you clean up the kitchen after the cake is finished, hit the shower and spend the evening on the couch watching Hallmark.
Over at Jared’s house one excited Tom is waiting for his Unca Jensen to arrive.  Watching out the front window he excitedly yells when the familiar truck pulls up.
“He’s here, he’s here, he’s here!”  He waits for the truck to stop before running outside, Jared right behind him.
“Tom, how’s it going buddy?” Jensen asks, picking him up and carrying him toward the house.
Little man wastes no time filling him in on the week he’s had. Jensen greets Jared as he walks up to him, and the three retreat into the house.  Tom is showing off a new toy and telling him about a blanket fort he built with his dad one night. When it becomes obvious the young boy has some energy to burn, they change clothes and move down to the pool.
It’s later in the swim when Tom brings up his Aunt Y/N.  Jared notices the quick look of sadness that comes across his friend's face, and the way he has to look away.  The two of them haven’t talked a lot lately, and none of it’s been anything very deep.  Gen told him what was said when she picked up Tom, and he is wondering exactly what Jensen might be thinking about his sister.
When Tom tires of the water and they get out of the pool, he decides to bring it up.  Making sure his son is occupied with his toy in the yard he turns to Jensen.
“Gen told me about the conversation the two of you had last week.”
Jensen looks up at his friend, but doesn’t speak.
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“I’ve heard Y/N’s side of things, and I know what happened here, but I haven’t really heard much of yours.”
Taking a deep breath Jensen looks over at his friend, “What do you want me to say?”
“The truth, what happened?  I really thought she meant something to you, or I would have put up a bigger fight when you first told me you wanted to ask her out years ago.”
He thinks over how he wants to explain everything.  “Honestly, I didn’t realize how bad things between us had become until after she left Toronto. I really never meant for things to go as bad as they did. I got so caught up with trying not to screw up and piss anyone off on set, and get along with them all, I…I just lost sight of the people who were most important to me.”
He brings back up the Dark Angel set, Jared understands that, Jensen has told him before just how bad things there had been.  He can understand his friend not wanting a repeat, especially working with a much larger cast.    
“It took a few weeks after she was gone for me to get over the hurt of her leaving and breaking up.  Then I started to notice I was waiting for her to call, I realized then she was right. I expected her to call, I stopped picking up the phone and reaching out to her, I stopped putting time and effort into the one thing I should have been terrified to lose.  But I was too stuck in my head to recognize what was going on. Suddenly, I didn’t have the one person I wanted to share everything I was working hard for with. I really had nothing at all then.”
They are both quiet for a minute before Jensen continues.
“I’ve talked to Gen and Mack, I’ve told them both she deserves better than me, and she does.  But I’ve come to realize, I want to be selfish. I want her back, I need her.  I’m just not sure if she’ll take me.”
Jared studies his friend’s face and can tell he really means that.  He knows how bad he screwed up, he does seem to be hurting too.  “She is still upset, I have no idea if she will or won’t give you another shot.  If you hurt her again, I won’t be able to hold back from punching you.”
“I have no intention of messing up again if she is willing to give this another chance. But I don’t know if I can do that to her right now.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I’m going to be working in New Mexico some over the next few months.  I’ll be back and forth between here and there, then there is press for The Boys and the movie coming up later on.”
“Are you trying to talk yourself out of this now?  Or just giving excuses for why you won’t try?”
“She deserves someone who’s around.”
“That’s up to her.  Both of you understand how this industry works.  You need to decide if you really want her back before you just start playing games and leading her on.  Until you do, maybe you both need some space.”
Jared leaves Jensen sitting out there with Tom, while he goes to see if Gen needs any help with dinner.  The four of them sit out on the patio for dinner and Tom asks when Jensen is going to come back over.
“I’m not sure buddy.  I leave tomorrow for work out of town again.  We’ll do something when I get back alright?”
“How long are you gone for?” Jared asks, as he walks back over.
“I’m in New Mexico until Saturday, I fly to Dallas for Levi’s birthday, then go back to New Mexico.  I think I’m here again the Friday before we leave for the Colorado Convention.”
“So you really will be coming back here some?” He questions, trying to get a feel for his friends' plans.
“Yes.  It’s just going to be a recurring role.  They’ve already started filming, they’re done with me in early November for the most part. I might be in an episode or two filming in the spring.”
“So this one won’t be months at a time, seems like it’s already different from what you were doing earlier this year.”
After dinner Tom runs off to play leaving the adults sitting at the table.  Jared starts clearing off the table when Gen goes to get up.
“I got it, you take a break.  You’ve been going long enough today.”
It takes him a minute, but what Jared is referring to finally clicks in Jensen’s head.  “That’s right, how are you doing?  How is baby number 2 treating you?”
“We’re both fine.  Not as active as Tom was yet.  I’m sure that will change.”
“Does Tom know, he hasn’t mentioned the baby.”
“No, we're telling him tomorrow.”
Jensen helps Jared clean up before heading back home to finish packing.  His head is full with thoughts of you, and what he should do.  He knows what he wants to do, but he isn’t sure he can face your rejection, even if he does deserve it.
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Summer Vacation Part 3
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Ahn Yujin (Or Is it?) x Reader Smut 
[A/N]: You all voted for it. You all shall receive it. For those that voted for the other options, don’t worry the 2nd Place option will be written next, and then after that the third. So I guess I’m now figuring out how to make a Greys Anatomy Style Political Drama that involves Kpop Stars. Anywho, I hope you enjoy Part 3 and the Rollercoaster it comes with, my first 5,000 word fic. 
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You watch as Jieun stares, her words unable to properly form due to the shock her brain was clearly going through. Her reaction wasn’t exactly surprising considering she just walked in on her own brother having sex.
“Well are you just gonna stand there until Dispatch comes, Unnie?!” Yujin exclaims, “Close the damn door!”
Jieun’s hand moves to close the door, eyes never leaving the sight she was clearly horrified to have witnessed, and it slams shut. She opens her mouth to say something, even raising her index finger as if to scold, but nothing comes out. 
“If you’re just gonna stand there, I’m gonna get dressed, sis,” you say, pulling out of Yujin, and walking over to where your underwear was, dick hanging out. Yujin follows along, grabbing her bra to put it back on. 
“Seems you two are well acquainted already,” Jieun finally musters the brainpower to utter a sentence.
“Took you long enough, Unnie, as if you haven’t done it before. Jeez.” Yujin responds, putting on jeans.
“LA LA LA LA LA. I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” you shout, not wanting to hear about your sister's sex life.
“I’m scarred too, you know! What about me, you know what I just saw!” she complains, you roll your eyes.
“Maybe knock next time?” 
“As if you knocked,” Yujin chimes in for the tease, before continuing, “So are we gonna get dinner or what?”
“Huh? Sis, I thought we were getting dinner after this.” 
“Yeah, I was gonna introduce you to Yujin, I didn’t know you already were close enough to be digging in her guts.” Jieun walks over to Yujin, and whispers something in her ear, to which Yujin responds with her own whispering.
“Well, we just connected very well,” you respond, putting your shirt back on as their whispers continue. 
“In more ways than one…” Yujin winks at Jieun, and then looks at you and bites her lip, causing your sister to gag at the sight.
“Get a room you two,” she complains further.
“We did, you barged in,” you fire back.
“Maybe lock the door next time.” 
“Maybe learn to knock next time.”
“You can’t even knock yourself.”
“I do knock, just not on doors, if you know what I mean.” You smirk.
“You’re the absolute worst!”
“Say less….” Yujin butts in with a sultry voice, as she wraps her hands around your neck.
“Gross! Can we just go get dinner now!” Jieun screams, the two of you just laughing at the sight of your sister completely grossed out.
“Ok. Ok. Chill. Let’s go then. Where are we even going?” you ask.
“Nowhere too fancy, especially because you’d stand out with your clothes.” Jieun responded.
Yujin wraps her arms around your left as you both walk out of the dressing room, and towards the exit of the studio, where Jieun’s Porsche awaits you, instead of the van. Jieun, of course, is the one driving, while you sit in the back with Yujin.
On the way there, you pass by the famous Lotte World Tower, which leads you to realize that it’s just a taller version of the Salesforce Tower. On a road called ‘Olympic-Ro’, the car goes through an underpass before turning right at the next intersection.
“Are you taking me to work again?” you ask, as this seemed to be in the same direction as the way to work. 
“No, dumbass. This is just the way to the restaurant.” Jieun clearly wasn’t in as good of a mood as before. She didn’t seem mad though, just more annoyed, in her tone. Maybe she truly was grossed out by what she saw. It didn’t take long, however, for the car to come to a halt, in a nearby parking garage, the chatter with Yujin and your own thoughts passing the time quite well. 
“We’ll have to walk from here to the restaurant. There isn’t any parking there.” Jieun says as Yujin unclicks her belt to get out, you following suit and then walking with the two girls to the restaurant. Arriving, you look up at the sign which reads ‘Vault Steakhouse,’ and pass under it, the soles of your dress shoes muffled by the red carpet that covers the entrance hall. 
The host stands before a fine wooden podium, and looks up to smile, before asking, “Hello, do you have a reservation?” 
“Yes we do, for three, under Lilac.” Jieun responds. The host’s eyes clearly were shining, after all she probably knew who IU was, and your sister wasn’t exactly hiding her face, but she kept her professional demeanor.
“Yes, I see it here, please come with me, I’ll call your server up.” The host leads you three to a table near the window, before continuing, “Your server will be here shortly.” 
Of course, because it was a steakhouse, it had the bibs you would see at an outback steakhouse, but instead, they were folded up over a plate with empty wine glasses strewn about, the fancy cutlery shimmering in the open. The server comes as you finish setting up the bib to not stain your polo shirt, not wanting to have to do laundry already. 
“Hello, Can I get you started on a drink?” The server asks. 
“I’ll have your opus one please.” Yujin asks, as you flip through the menu to look at how much it was, you’re eyes widening as you look at the price of what Yujin had just ordered, the brain processing before horror kicked in. “WHOA WHOA WHOA. That damn thing is a thousand dollars!” you shout, not realizing how loud you had actually been until the look of scorn is casted by the other patrons. 
“So?” Yujin responds, confused at your reaction.
“I promised Jieun I’d pay,”you explain, the waiter looks at you with judging eyes, having figured out why you reacted that way. 
“Not for my drink, I’m paying for that myself, Mr. Investment Banker.” She teases, showing off her Hyundai Black Card.
“I’ll have you know, I can afford it, it's just that I haven’t gotten paid yet.” You fight back to no avail, she just laughs at your predicament.
“So, an Opus One, what would the gentleman like to have?” the server asks.
“I’ll take a cappuccino, and can I just order now?” you respond.
“Sure.”
“I’ll take one dry porterhouse, one wet-aged tenderloin, two bacon plates, and one mac and cheese.” You list your order, carelessness present in your tone. Yujin and Jieun look at you with shock.
“Typical American.” Jieun remarks before continuing, “What happened to the ‘I can’t afford it’ act you just put on?” She begins giving her order while you respond.
“Ok, Yujin’s was like a thousand bucks, mine is like what..” You pause to do the math for it, enough time passes that Jieun finishes ordering and moves on to Yujin, “one twenty-eight bucks, literally ten percent of hers.”
“Right, yet you still ordered an entire banquet.” Yujin finishes her order, and the server leaves.
“Sis, Yujin literally ordered nearly as much, and an expensive wine bottle and I’m the one ordering the banquet?” “The Wine is for all of us to enjoy, dumb brother. Except me, because I have to drive.”
“Can two people even finish a wine bottle?” 
“I can too! I’m a professional at drinking,” Yujin boasts. All you can do is look at her, doubt covering your face. 
“Well don’t come crying to me when you can’t drink anymore and there’s still stuff in the bottle. I’m not gonna drink that much, I have work tomorrow.” 
The rest of the time at the restaurant consists of Yujin continually pouring expensive wine into your wine flute, keeping it topped off to ensure you drank at least half the bottle. Considering how much you were eating, you decide not to complain about it, instead just focusing on the massive meal you ordered. 
The bacon plate was not as amazing, and with Jieun stealing from the plate, it just felt like you had wasted forty thousand won on those two bacon plates. The mac and cheese recovered the experience, the cheddar cheese sauce providing a unique creamy taste.The steak itself, made the entire cost worth it, its thickness and lack of fat except in the right places creating a presentation of heaven caramelized. Upon taking a bite, the chewiness and juices within explode like a bomb, rendering you speechless at its entrancing taste. 
You look to your right to see Yujin exhibiting the same emotional response to her steak, which had arrived after finishing the porterhouse. You stare, admiring her features as her eyes stay closed, lips extended in bliss of the taste. You finish the rest of the tenderloin, admiring the view of the beauty next to you, eating. What was this feeling, you wondered, was it just the afterglow bask of good sex, or was it something deeper, something you haven’t felt in two years?
“What are you looking at?” Yujin asks.
“Just admiring perfection.” She blushes at the compliment, cheeks reddening with embarrassment, her hand moving to check her heart rate. Not much of anything was said, but what was said clearly flustered her. Maybe the afterglow bask hit her too, maybe it was something deeper. Either way, the light flattery was clearly getting to her. Jieun gets up and walks to what you presume is the bathroom, while she rolls her eyes at the flirting. “Stop it…” Yujin mutters in response, continuing to enjoy her steak. 
“I can’t, how can you be so damn cute while eating?!?!”
“I said stop! I know why you’re doing this…we’re in public…”
“That never even crossed my mind….Yujin’s a pervert.”
“Am not! But why else would you say that if you weren’t trying to do dirty things to me”
“Because I genuinely think you’re cute? Remember, of all the dirty things we’ve done, it was you who started them.” Her blush intensifies.
“That’s true….but you could be clouding my mind in an attempt to get me to do something again!” 
“Where did all this self-consciousness come from, Princess. If I remember clearly, you’re the one who couldn’t think of anything else. Admit it, you’re a pervert.” 
“No I’m not! I just didn’t get to masturbate in the morning, so I was horny during that meeting, and then when we didn’t get to finish, I was even hornier. So when you barged in…..I couldn’t control myself.” You look downward to watch her hand rest on her thigh, fingers near her crotch.
“Do you need some help controlling yourself then?” Yujin realizes your gaze down at her hand, and she immediately moves it away, only to let out a breathless squeal when you replace her hand with yours. 
“N-N..o..the...re’s too many” She stutters. 
“Come on, what happened to all that confidence back in the meeting room when you were sucking off a stranger.”
“It wasn’t a stranger” she inaudibly mutters.
“Huh?” You move your hand closer to her crotch, looking around to see if anyone is watching. Yujin grabs your arm, in an attempt to keep you from doing anything, however, her grip seems less like an attempt to stop you and more like an obligatory opposition to save face, having basically given in to carnal desires.
With no one watching, your hands move to unzip her jeans, button staying on to stealthily hide the dirty deed about to be done. Fingers invade through the opening, the sensation of their contact with Yujin’s panties and their subsequent push against her crotch to create space eliciting heavy breaths. Your fingers find the panties edge, and crawl under it—look up to notice the sheer anticipation in Yujin’s expression—and as they hit the jackpot that is her snatch, sheer desire flows through Yujin, the last bastion of any rational sense in her having nearly faltered at the touch. It is then that you issue the final nail in her rational mind, when you insert two fingers at the same time as your lips attach to hers, tongue extending into her mouth to tango with her own. 
In this maneuver, you fail to notice a figure approaching the two of you, visibly irritated, the figure slaps you on the back of the head, back to reality. Turn around to see Jieun, visibly pissed.
“I know what you’re doing. Stop it!” She hisses.You pullout of her cunt quickly, leaving the zipper open for her to close it herself. You don’t argue, you’re in the wrong. Jieun moves back to her seat before continuing.
“And Yudingie. Please. Have some self fucking control.” Jieun’s scolding aside, there’s a shock of clarity, that you immediately latch onto. “Wait, did you say Yudingie?” you ask. Jieun’s face is the only answer you need, as it reveals just how badly she knew she had screwed up.
“Fuc-No I didn’t.” The lie fails to convince, and after having consumed half a bottle of expensive wine, your response is irrational in a different manner.
“That explains a fucking lot sis, I bet you knew I had work today, so you had Yujin go to my office, probably hype me up, you probably even got her to fucking blow me!” 
“No…that’s not..” Jieun fails to find the words to explain herself. Yujin just sits there, confused.
“I don’t wanna hear it Jieun, I’ve heard enough and I’m not gonna be used as a puppet so you can get whatever you want out of me dating a KPOP Idol.” The stern tone slams the hammer of defeat on Jieun’s head as you take out a wad of fifty thousand won bills and slam it on the table, before storming out. 
Finally realizing what is happening, Yujin gets up to chase after you, only to be held back by Jieun who shakes her head.
The next hour is a blur. All you could think about was getting as far away as possible for the first half an hour, before making up your mind to go back to the hotel room you booked for the first week, having checked in via your phone. It would’ve been easy to get there, had it not been for the fact that you wandered aimlessly for thirty minutes, and all you can remember is getting on a bus, and then getting on and off a train. 
In an attempt not to berate yourself, you shrug off the absentmindedness to hyperfocus on processing what had just happened and untangling the mess of feelings involved with doing so. Which begs the question, how did you end up in a bar?
“Hey man, if you aren’t gonna order anything, get out,” the bartender orders.
“Oh shit, sorry…I’ll get an Old Fashioned, do you have that?” Blurt out a drink name, hopefully they have it.
“Just so you know that’ll be 15,000.” The bartender replies, before moving on to make your drink as if he already knew that you weren’t gonna balk at the price. Few minutes later, there it is, nothing like alcohol to stimulate coherent thoughts, right? Now while one side of your brain begs to just down the whole thing, and then order another one, sensibility wins out, and so chugging is put off for later. 
The thing about the Old Fashioned was that it wasn’t exactly your favorite drink, Long Island Iced Tea was, and so you grab the padfolio nearby with the label ‘Glam’, and open it, and as hoped it was the menu. Scour through it to find the desired drink, only to be disheartened when it is nowhere to be found. 
“Hey bartender, can you make a Long Island Iced Tea?” you ask, maybe he could make a custom drink like some bars in the US do.
“Sorry sir, we only serve what’s on the menu.” he replies. Stare at the label on the padfolio and curse it within. What type of expensive establishment, and it totally looked and cost like one, doesn’t have a Long Island Iced Tea. It’s just one disappointment after another for you, and at this point some grumbling is let out between sips of what was left of the Old Fashioned, and continued until it was interrupted by tapping on your right shoulder. Look back to see your boss, standing behind you.
“Fancy seeing you here. I didn’t know you were a bar connoisseur, I was truly right to pick you as an Intern.”
“Sorry to disappoint, Mr. Sunghoon, but I got lost and ended up here, and while I do have a thing for nice atmosphere, it was luck that brought me here.”
“Well then, I better help my favorite bar gain another temporary regular shouldn’t I?” Mr. Sunghoon then looks at the bartender, “Ey Minjun, I’ma take this guy upstairs, you mind giving me his bill so I can take it to Jiho?”
Minjun, the bartender who just served you, nods and quickly hands Mr. Sunghoon the receipt. He motions to come with as he walks towards what seems to be the VIP Section, the floor change and the privacy partitions made of granite and colored metal a clear indication of its exclusivity. 
Without hesitation the guard at the entrance lets both of you through, nodding in an up and down motion at Mr. Sunghoon. After a flight of stairs, you finally arrive at an attic area surrounded by terraces and glass, views of Seoul included. Mr. Sunghoon walks over to the bar just across the tiny stage with a piano to hand over the receipt, and whispers something before heading back to you.
“I’m meeting with someone here, but feel free to enjoy the bar. Jiho has your tab, so feel free to order anything. Oh, and fun fact: Park Jin Young and Rain did a music video at that exact bar, so if you sit right there, “ he points at one of the chairs, “You’ll be sitting where the famous jay why pee sat.” As if that fun fact wasn’t perplexing enough given the lack of knowledge on Korean mass media, the way he pronounced what you assumed was Park Jin Young’s stage name, perplexed you even further.
The confusion doesn’t stop you from sitting at the exact place Mr. Sunghoon pointed towards, and after serving another customer, Jiho walks over.
“What can I get you?” he asks in a deep tone, deep enough to be hypnotic.
“A Long Island Iced Tea please.” 
“Coming right up, would you like a larger portion?” 
“That means more drink right?”
“Yes sir. Larger glass and all.” 
“I’ll have that then. Not like cost is a worry anyway.”
“Would you like anything else?” It is here, you remember the fresh squid kaarage from the original menu.
“Could I get the fresh squid kaarage?”
“Certainly, I’ll ring down below to make it.” Jiho goes to make your drink as you stare blankly at the counter. The peace and quiet of the VIP area drastically contrasted the main bar, bustling with life typical of the reviews you had read on Itaewon. The atmosphere gave a better environment for thinking about Yujin, and your feelings for her, and her feelings as well. Did she actually like you, or was it because of hyping behind the scenes by Jieun that she even tried you out in the first place? 
There were insecurities at play that you recognized were clouding your judgment, lingering feelings from the last relationship left unresolved. Now this shit was sprung on you, the first girl you’ve had any semblance of feelings for in two years had circumstances that not only contradicted the standards you set, but her attraction and even being introduced to her could be attributed to your sister, and there was this dark thought festering that she might’ve even lied about Yujin’s status just to get you to fall for her, had you not barged into the dressing room. 
All this cynicism would’ve probably made some friends slap you senseless, saying how if it were them, they’d be overjoyed to have a sister as famous as IU and even be able to attempt to date someone like Yujin. Who could blame them? They haven’t experienced the disruption you had faced, and it was that disruption that formed the justification for your actions.
Yujin broke through that, and that was the current topic of debate within you, as you carelessly down the Long Island Iced Tea glass that had just arrived, finishing half of it in one continuous  gulp. Sure, a lot of the things that happened with her were driven by stupid hormones, but watching her eat steak, challenged that notion. Take another swig and finish the rest of the Long Island Iced Tea, and like some psychic, Jiho delivers another glass before you could even raise your hand to order another. The issues of affordability were carelessly put aside to address the current issues at hand. 
“It’s rare to see a guy like you drinking a Long Island Iced Tea,” a young woman sits down next to you, and takes off her mask, revealing her stunning features. Her black dress is short enough to expose all of her bountiful legs.
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“That’s kinda rude to stereotype me isn’t it?” you cheekily remark, categorizing her previous comment as banter.
“What are you, like five feet ten, and with your accent, build, and fashion sense, it’s so obvious you’re an expat, “ She chuckles, and then quickly orders a drink, before continuing, “What sort of expat orders a Long Island Iced Tea?”
“One who hates the taste of alcohol.”
“Touché. So, tell me, what are you here for?”
“I’m an intern at J.P. Morgan Chase, I’ll be here for the next three-ish months.” 
“Now I’m even more curious. What banking intern is trying to destroy themselves on a Sunday?” she smirks and moves closer.
“What are you, my mom?”
“I’m not your mom, I’m Kazuha.”
“Touché. I’ve got a bunch of things on my mind stressing me, and considering I don’t get hangovers, might as well comfort myself with a tasty drink, right?”
“Right. If there’s no consequences, what would stop anyone like you from just getting blackout drunk whenever?”
“So Kazuha, what are you drinking on a Sunday for?”
“Same reason as you.” Kazuha would take a sip from her margarita.
“Come on. You can give more than that.” 
“Why should I?”
“Because in three months, I will be gone, unable to do anything with that information.”
“Fine. My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday, and work has been over stressing me. I need relief.”
“Ahhhh… You’ve got your own baggage as well it seems.”
“You can say that again. Now it's your turn to return the favor.”
“Fine. This girl I might have feelings for, I might’ve met her due to a setup by my sister, that I have… issues with, and now I don’t know whether her interest is due to my sister, or from me.”
Kazuha laughs at your response, much to your annoyance.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to make fun, your situation is just so complicated it's funny.”
“Truer words have never been said. Well, it was nice meeting you Kazuha, I’m gonna go back to my hotel now.” You get up, taking out the last of the paper currency within your wallet and putting it on the counter. “Jiho, whatever extra money there is, pays for her drinks.” Jiho nods diligently.
“Wait a minute, let me escort you back to your hotel, you’re clearly in no condition to take yourself back. What if you get lost?” Kazuha gets up, and faces you, her features almost completely in line with yours.
“That’s such a shit excuse Kazuha, you might as well have said it outloud. I’ve been around enough to know.”
“I’m serious! Whether you reward me for my generosity… is up to you.” Kazuha inches closer, her breath smothering your face. Her perfume’s scent follows after.
“Fuck it.” You plant your lips on hers, and melt yourself onto her. She returns the passion, wrapping her arms around your neck, her saliva mixing with yours. The kiss lasts a few seconds, and the look you two give each other is one of lust, albeit lust caused by alcoholic intoxication. “Better than trying to figure out how to call a taxi, I guess.”
“I’ll make you eat those words.” She moves briskly, you in tow on one hand, phone on the other to exit the bar through a back exit you didn’t even notice. As you exit her car rolls up, no driver to be seen.
“An EQS, huh? I like your taste.” you compliment her choice in vehicle. After all, her Mercedes EQS was a masterpiece, especially in the red Kazuha had it in. You get in the passenger's seat, and she gets in the driver's seat. As soon as seat belts are buckled she backs out quickly, startling you. 
“You drive like you're from Southern California.” 
“Just shut up and tell me where to go, what I’m doing isn’t exactly safe,” she replies, “I’d like to get you back in one piece.”
“Well it’s a good thing you won’t have to drive far, I’m staying at the Grand Hyatt Seoul, near the Philippine Embassy.” 
“That’s about a kilometer away. Good, I’m still kinda regretting drinking now though.” You put your hand on her thigh, sliding under her skirt. She gasps, and looks at you with contempt, but does not say anything.
“Don’t regret it. I chose to endanger myself, just like you did. You’re way too hot to pass up spending time with.”
“Flattery will get you-” She cuts herself off, overwhelmed by the sensation of rubbing between her legs.
“You know what I love most about the EQS?” you ask, as your assault on her intensifies, her hands tensing up, gripping the wheel visibly harder as she drives. Well, you weren’t drunk enough to not realize she was taking advantage of the self-driving features.
“What?” she squirms, as the hormones intensify from skin-to-skin contact from your fingers bypassing her underwear. You move closer, to whisper into her ear.
“I get to finger this slutty hole, while the car drives itself.” You whisper, before inserting a finger within, and then another one, as your middle finger flicks her swollen clit, and your mouth latches itself onto her neck. 
“Oh fuck…mmmph.” A soft moan is let out. “Your fingers are the best…” 
“I can’t wait to ravage you, feel you all over. You want stress relief, I’ll give you the best stress relief of your life, Kazuha.” The car stops, as she miraculously parks the car. You both jump out of the car, sprinting towards each other, the withdrawal too much to bear. Arms grab her ass and carry her as she slams her lips against yours, spitting in your mouth, before pulling back out.
“Please tell me you have a key, I can’t wait anymore,” she whimpers, grinding herself on your stomach. You smile, and thank the gods you picked this hotel for its digital key. God bless Hyatt, for providing you with this convenience. You carry her through the door, still grinding on you.
“Oh don’t worry….I won’t let you wait any longer.” You squeeze her ass again, as you pass by the hotel lobby. The receptionist looks at you with disgust, seeing what Kazuha is doing, hearing her whines and moans. All you can do is run to the elevator, use your feet to call it as you make out with Kazuha in the empty hotel lobby. 
“You’re such a bad girl, Ms. Kazuha. That receptionist could’ve called the cops on us, I’m gonna need to discipline you thoroughly tonight.” The elevator arrives and you run in, kicking the button for the right floor. You slide her left dress strap to the side, her hands moving in tandem to get it off of her, revealing her black bra. The other strap is also gone by the time the elevator arrives at your floor, opening to a poor old man.
“Excuse me sir,” you say as the old man gets out of your way. Lift Kazuha up higher to pop out her breast with your teeth, before latching onto her nipple. She moves her hands down into your pants to grab the key.
“Where the fuck is it?!?!” She moans out, as the same fingers carrying her begin to vibrate against her core. You dismount from her succulent nipples temporarily.
“On my phone,” You kiss her nipple, “Hyatt App, Password is 69420.”
“Fucking childish password.” She latches her lips onto your neck as she fumbles through your pockets to grab the phone, before opening it to get to the Hyatt App and open the door. Peripheral Vision confirms her arm holding the phone against the lock, as she moans through your neck. Finally the door audibly unlocks and she grabs the knob, and in sync with her you kick the door open, and run in, still attached to her left nipple. You temporarily dislodge your right arm from its carrying duties to unhook her bra before slamming her on the bed.
“~I need you so bad…~fuck me… slam your cock in me…” Kazuha pants, as her hands undo your pants, her toes gripping both the pants and your boxers downward to allow the hard girthy cock to spring out from underneath. 
“I said I was gonna punish you, wasn’t I?” You scoot up the bed to align your cock with her head lying down. “Suck it.”
She raises her head up to bolt her thick lips onto the cockhead and sucks fervently, the slurps music to the ears, much like your groans are music to hers. 
“Yeah, that’s fucking good. Slobber your saliva all over it. Put those dick sucking lips to good use.” You scoot closer to her, to allow it to go deeper, and allow your hands to grab her tits from behind you and play with them, groping and playing with them, flicking her nipples like a light switch. 
You do this for a while, before grabbing her head and then scooting closer to shove your cock down her throat. She smirks as you notice that she hasn’t gagged once. You push further down her throat, and smirk back when she gags, still licking the shaft. Soon, the continuous motion of pumping in and out brings you to orgasm as glops of semen are spurted down her throat, tears of pleasure sliding down her eyes, mixing in with the overflow of milk.
“Open.” You pull out of her mouth. She obliges, showing off all the leftover cum that didn’t go down her throat, before audibly swallowing it all in one gulp.
“Mmmm…Tasty.” She smiles. “I hope you got more in you, because I’m not satisfied yet.”
“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done. We’ve got all night, Kazuha.”
Giving her nipples one quick flick from your tongue, you lift her long and luscious legs, landing them on your shoulders before working your tongue inside her pink folds, no hesitation, no delay, as her panties had already been removed in the midst of the chaos. The electrifying touch causes her to visibly shake in pleasure, the assault on her pussy compounded by your hands massaging her tits. 
��~ahhhhh! Fuck! Eat me just like that. Yes yes yes!” Kazuha screams, the pleasure overwhelming her. The vibrations of your tongue increased in speed, as it thrusted deeper within her walls, suction adding in to the cacophony of sex within the room. It's an orchestral piece only interrupted by the phone’s ring. You grab your phone to check who it was, only for it to be slapped out of your hand by Kazuha. As punishment you flick her clit, unleashing her orgasm, her shrieks accompanying the exorcism-like levitation her back does with the support of her head and legs. 
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” She shrieks as squirt continues to come out of her snatch. Tasty, tasty nectar for you to enjoy spilling from the fountain of Kazuha’s womb. After a while, she settles down.
“You good?” you ask her.
“Keep it coming. This was nothing.” she heaves.
“That didn’t look like nothing. I was about to call a priest.” 
“Shut up and fuck me with that huge cock of yours. You know you wanna.” 
“I don’t think I like your tone. Maybe I’ll just leave you here, in need.”
“You won’t.” Kazuha gets up, and limps to the curtains, forcing them open. “I don’t think you could resist slamming me against this window, my tits squeezed on them for people to see, as you wreck my pussy, before cumming in me.” To add to the already overloading sense of arousal, she spreads her pussy lips with her fingers. You lose all control and pounce on her, rubbing your rehardened cock against her opening.
“Ruin me..Use me like a fleshlight.” You slam all the way in, left hand rubbing her clit, right hand enjoying a handful of titty. 
“~Yes! I’ve been waiting for thissssssssss!” She begins to slur her words as you brutally pound her wet cunt. 
“You’re like a cat in heat. So fucking horny, so fucking needy, so fucking hungry for this cock.” you grunt, attempting to increase your pace, as you push her against the window, wrapping your left arm around her waist while your fingers rub her clit to give you better leverage and allow for a faster pace even while you play with her mouth-watering breasts. 
In, out, in, out. Kazuha moves in sync with your thrusts, her moans reaching a fever pitch, having given in to the chase of carnal desire. “Hnngh..more!”
You oblige, the pace heightening again, her ahh’s, yes’s amplifying in frequency. You silence her with rough kisses, her whimpers still audible as they go through your mouth, but now only you could have the pleasure of hearing it. 
“FUCK!” She pulls out of the kiss to scream as she cums all over your cock, uncontrollably shuddering. Chasing your own high, you continue fucking her through her orgasm as hard as you can with no regard for the overstimulation
“Yes, keep cumming on my cock, I’m gonna keep pounding you, because you’re a dirty sow that needs to be dicked down,” you whisper in her ear.
“It’s too much…no more…~aaah” she whimpers, but with the way her hips still move, she clearly wants more. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she pants, brain fried from all the pleasure. Your second orgasm finally comes, as you use your left arm to carry her while slamming one last time before all your semen comes out again, filling her to the brim as you carry her backwards to lie down with you on the bed. Even after landing on your body lying down on the bed, you continue thrusting, pushing the cum further down her hole, prolonging your own mindlessly amazing orgasm.
Kazuha lies on top of you, panting as both of you finally come down from the high, your dick still inside her.
“Fuck that was…” 
“The best fuck I’ve ever had.” you respond, finishing her sentence as she nods in agreement.
“I haven’t cum like that ever, holy shit.” Kazuha gasps for air. “You blew so much into me, I can feel it inside.”
Suddenly, the room’s doorbell rings throughout.
“I’ll get it. You stay there.” Kazuha gets up, and walks toward the cabinet.
“It’s my room, but I’m too tired to oppose.” You reply, as Kazuha closes the cabinet doors, electing to walk towards the door naked. She opens the door, hiding her nude body behind it.
“Hello?” You overhear her.
“Oh. I must have the wrong room.” The words shock you to your core, as the voice could only have come from one person. Yujin. 
Hope you enjoyed! Sorry for the twist to all the Yujin stans. I promise, some spicy Yujin action next part!
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kururu418 · 3 months
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Triton and Pandae Quotes
Triton 
“So, you still worried about your baby sis huh? She’s almost an adult ya know. You can’t keep babying her forever,” Triton said, snickering as he walked alongside his cousin.
Zagreus grunted. “There’s more and more titans popping up lately. She might think I’m being overprotective, but you know as well as I do how dangerous they can be,” he said, narrowing his eyes. 
“Yeah, but I also know there are exceptions to the rule. I mean, look at my ma’s side of the family.” 
“That’s different. You’re not one of them, so don’t try to pull that crap….” 
Triton smirked and slung an arm around his shoulder. “Ah relax a little. I know you’re just trying to protect your family, I can respect that. If my girls were in trouble I’d be the same way. If anything goes down let me know. You’re family too after all,” he said.  
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Dai Tai blinked as she noticed the slightest of tugs on her hair. “What the-?” She looked down and saw Triton was braiding a part of her hair. “Um, excuse me?” she asked. 
Triton waved a hand. “Sorry, sorry. I was bored. And it's a force of habit, ya know. I got three girls after all, and one of them wants to try out all these hairstyles the mortals are doing and junk,” he said. “Hey, ya wanna see pictures of them?” 
“Ugh…” 
Before she could answer, he formed a bubble in his hands, and a image of three young girls popped up. “There they are! That’s Triteia, that one is Pallas, that one is Calliste! Ain’t they adorable? Pallas is the one who wants to try out all those new hairstyles. The mortals sure know how to make stuff kids like, don’t they?” 
Dai Tai smiled nervously. She had a feeling she should have politely refused when she had the chance.  
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Triton narrowed his eyes down at the young boy, a scowl on his face. “So, you’re the little one my youngest has been seeing visions of huh?” he said, kneeling down to get a better look at Dusk. Even crouched down the tall god still loomed over Dusk. “What’s your name, boy?” 
Dusk raised an eyebrow. “You… there’s no way you don’t already know my name.” 
“You sassin me boy?” Triton asked. “Don’t go thinking just because you’re Queen’s Titania’s kid you can go getting all cozy with my daughter.” 
Dusk turned and began walking off. “Mom, there’s some weird guy here.”
“You running off to your mama?! What kind of man are you?!” 
Pandae
“Big brother Asterossa. I’ve come to Mewni in search of worthy opponents. Tell me, are you children of age yet? Surely they’re old enough to have-” 
“No,” Astro said, cutting her off. 
She looked surprised. “By why?” 
“Because if I let you fight you’re going to go overboard.” Maybe not with Dorado, but most certainly with Lacerta. And lord help them if she ended up coming across Scent. “I’ll spar with you later if I have the time.” 
She was silent for a moment, but then pouted and looked away childishly. “You never have the time. You're always too busy doing kingly duties.” This was just like when she was younger. Taiyo always had Umbriel to play with, but Astro was almost always too busy to hang out with her.
Astro sighed. “Tartarus help me… come get your child Heracles…” 
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Pandae raised her club and pointed it up at the beast. “Heed my warning creature! You stand before the mightiest of Heracles children! Relent now and you will be spared! Proceed and you will meet a most unfortunate end!” she shouted. 
The creature just roared back in response, and Apollo chuckled from beside her. “I don’t think it can understand your words,” he said. 
She raised her club up higher. “Then perhaps it will understand my club!” She charged forward, ready to attack, while Apollo shook his head. She was certainly an energetic one. But he could’t find himself to dislike her despite her usual choice in company. 
She was, after all, a perfect combination of beauty and power. 
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“Are there any heroic deeds or labors that you need from me, Hera?” Pandae asked. She had initially been distrustful of the blonde. Partly because she had taken her aunt Asterope’s spot as supreme goddess, and partly because she had a great dislike of the old Hera. But she had since learned that the woman was quite nice. 
Hera smiled back at her. “Not today dear. Please just keep an eye out for any trouble though,” she said. The girl had a strong sense of justice, much like her father. And she always wanted to be useful. 
Pandae pounded her chest. “Rest assured, no enemy will break through our gates while I am here!” she said.
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jmagnabo92 · 6 months
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Prongsfoot Wednesday!
It's been awhile, but I remembered that tomorrow is Wednesday. To be honest, I usually forget what day of the week it is.
ANYWAY.
In honor of that - I've been thinking about and writing a bit of my gender bend, 7th year story, 'Life Unexpected', and I have to say that even when they're not both men, they're horny as hell. Sirius is loving torturing James. As seen in a little snippet:
Although Sirius had gone shopping with Effie and Walburga for ‘proper’ attire, which included everything he needed to spend any time as man or a woman, he’d seen some rather – risqué things that he was not going to buy in front his mother, but that could be fun to try on for James.  Especially if they eventually go from kissing to more.  He loved the thought of James just wonderingwhat Sirius had on underneath his clothes and being able to imagine it from helping him pick them out.            Thus, after he does the spell and changes into a nice summer dress, she goes to find James.  James, as always, looks up surprised when she walks in.  They had been just hanging out as mates watching the quidditch match and discussing James’ plans for the team for the year, when Sirius had decided she wanted his attention.  With James’ parents having left for the day, Sirius could convince James to come shopping for those inappropriate items.            It was definitely improper to even think about doing these this kind of shopping together, which made it even more fun.            Sirius makes her way over to James and promptly sits in his lap sideways.  “Hi James.”          “Hi Sirius,” James says, sounding a bit breathless as he wraps his arms around her waist.          “I know we were planning on watching quidditch all day, but I was thinking that maybe we could go shopping?”          James frowns, slightly.  “Shopping?  Wouldn’t you rather do that with mum?”          Sirius grins, and leans to whisper in his ear, “You don’t want mum to see my lingerie for you, do you?”          James groans as he processes the words.  “You – you…”          Sirius sits back and runs a hand down James’ chest.  “I, what, darling?”          “You – you…”          Sirius gives him a light kiss.  “Use your words, James.”          James coughs and clears his throat.  “You want me to help you pick out lingerie?”          “That’s right,” Sirius say, smiling.  “I know we’ve only just kissed, but come on, James… we’re not long for staying PG and … I thought it would be more to tease you with what I could be wearing underneath until we get there… and of course, once we do… I would enjoy knowing that you enjoy the outfits, too.”          James groans.  “Forget a dog, you should turn into a minx.  A sly, sexy minx.”          “Does that mean you want to go or no?” Sirius questions before leaning in and nibbling on his ear.  One hand trailing down his chest, the other in his hair.            “Damn it, Si.  You know that of course I’m going, but we need to make sure that we won’t get caught.”          “Don’t worry, I’ve only got two stores in mind, and they have the lingerie hidden in the back with privacy spells.  Only you and I will know.”          “Good.”
Hope you liked it, if anyone wants to send me asks - please do! I love getting them, and will likely answer after work :)
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pjisskullourful · 1 year
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hi! love your works :)
vic and reader showing admiration and love to each other in a lazy morning until things go a little more.. scissory
heyy thanks henny
i gotta tell ya, my first thought was: ugh morning breath
but then i was like: beginning parts of a relationship where you’re in crazy love& you are besotted& feel like you’re in a fantasy. & then the episode of friends that came on tv kinda backed this kind of thinking up
& then i was like: vics morning bed selfies...
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& then i was ON BOARD sis!
imagining spending the night at her place, mostly hanging out in bed. you’re ready to go to sleep, but a new game that shes into has come out& she wants to play ‘just a little bit more’ on her switch before she goes to sleep too. you cuddle up to her& watch her playing til you fall asleep
waking up the next morning, tangle of limbs, making fun of her for being a nerd& staying up so late to play a video game. she wants to stay asleep& you consider letting her do this. but then you’re captivated by her& the lust swells up& you’re playing with her hair& kissing her on the cheeks& caressing down her body& she starts smiling& opening her eyes more& bada bing bada boom: shes awake& feeling(to use your word) scissory
& then afterwards she gets up& makes you pancakes for breakfast, wearing only lacy lingerie
etc etc etc maybe that could be a fic 🤷‍♀️
anyway: everyone should send in their fav vic bed selfies for ahem research purposes
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perfect-trash · 9 months
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Okay so I'm ready to serve the tea about this mom blow out. Before I get too far in to things, I want to 100% take some blame bc I did not always respond to her in the best way & I know that the situation could have been handled better, but she was like legit coming at me and my husband so. Like I feel you can only do so much & what started as a family disagreement was blown up into a whole 6 hour long hysterical episode.
(deep breath)
TW for mom rage, if you are triggered by mom type rage maybe don't check this one out bc you will get heated, sewerslide mentions & mentions of sh, alcohol & drug references maybe
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Okay so when I visited my sis she mentioned that my mom made a comment about how we haven't been giving her money for groceries & stuff, and that would be less mad if we helped her more financially. I did not really respond bc it triggered my feelings and I started crying, bc I feel nothing I do is good enough, I don't have a life bc I'm always taking care of others, etc. Everyone sympathized with me and agreed that I do a lot without proper recognition and that I am sometimes treated unfairly because so much is expected of me.
When I got home at around 5pm I told my husband about the comment, bc he's my husband and he's the one who makes $$$, I get paid from school but he's really the one who pulls money out of the bank and keeps track of things. I almost never fuck with cash, when I go shopping I take my plastic.
This might have been my first mistake bc maybe I should have gone to my mother and asked her about it first, without getting my husband involved, but my mom and I don't have a good relationship when it comes to conflict. It's hard to tell her things and she gets loud and she's hard on me, I honestly didn't feel comfortable talking to her about it alone bc I felt like she would just get mad at me.
So my husband and I approached her in private and asked her about the comment and it very quickly spiraled into a fight, where EVERYONE was in the wrong. It ended with husband went to the bank to pull $$ for her, and I literally just walked off down the street for a minute to cool off. I was only gone a few minutes bc I had to take care of our animals and shit. While I'm there I talked to her and apologized and comforted her and tried to make her feel better, eventually husband comes back with money.
So this pretty much starts Act 2 of the performance. She yells and throws the money and says she doesn't fucking want it, she doesn't want help from anyone. She's screaming and crying and yelling at everyone. Mad about the money. Mad bc my husband called her a liar. Mad bc ' I took my husband's side' and bc 'no one's ever on her side'. She said we all hate her, no one cares about her, she wants to kill herself, she thinks about cutting her throat, on and on. The victim in the victim, everyone needs to feel bad for me, it's all my fault routine.
And we're all trying to talk to her about shit and calm her down or reason with her and she's just not having it, physically getting up in people's faces and yelling at them and pointing and swinging her arms. Eventually everyone was done with trying to talk to her so we all walked off. My husband and I went outside and my brother came to sit with us for a bit and we talked, and this bitch was STANDING AT THE DOOR EAVESDROPPING. So she could come out and yell at us for talking about her and restart the argument. This goes on for HOURS. Cycling through the reasons she's mad and yelling at everyone, sobbing, threatening to kill herself. My husband put our car behind hers so she couldn't drive bc she kept saying shit about how we could hang the house, her money, everything, and she was just going to leave and not come back.
And then at like 10pm shes hungry so she wants to drive to get food and we told her no, well go get her something, you're not going to drive like this, and she's screaming at us and freaking out and she's going from the backyard to tell at us, to my brothers room to tell at him, texting my sister, trying to start fights with everyone and keep shit going. Like multiple times she opened the back door to talk shit to me and my husband or called me to her to say something and we're just like, fucking quit, we're not going to argue, go inside, you're acting hysterical. This went on until like midnight, I shit you not.
All because of a comment about money. Like we have no problem giving her money and we have been, sorry you asked me for more once and I didn't understand what you were asking, but was it really worth like 6 hours of hysterical yelling and crying and threatening???
Highlights directed at me were: fuck you snail, you choose your husband over your own mother, you don't care about me or love me, she's going to get a home aide for gram so I don't have to take care of her, she'll cook her own meals and do her own laundry and she doesnt want any help or money from anyone, not directed at me but also she told my brother to go live with our aunt and uncle bc 'he loves them more' and that one was like super fucked up to me.
It's unfortunate but I'm glad my siblings were able to see it this time bc she's done this to me before where she's totally freaked out on me & my husband about something but never when someone else was around. Personally I'm kind of happy that like I have confirmation that while the initial discussion could have been handled better, I was NOT in the wrong during the rest of the shit.
Apparently she's been texting my sister this morning and she seems like she's calmed down but I'm literally so anxious, I don't even want to be here later. She said a lot of really fucked up and hurtful shit and like I'm not going to hold it against her but like, I still remember what she said ya' know. I don't even feel welcomed in this house but what am I supposed to do? My husband and I could get a house but then there's no one to take care of gram, unless someone is hired, but no one, including gram, wants a stranger taking care of her. We could take gram with us when we move, but then it would be a big thing about how gram chose me over my mom.
There's no way to win. Anyway if you made it this far thanks for reading, I feel a little better now that I shared but like 😢😠🙄😐🫤😒🙃 crazy.
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silvokrent · 2 years
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Long Live the King - 3
In their defense, it was an accident.
Or: The kids are convinced that they killed Dedede and Escargoon. From there, everything goes downhill fast.
In the end, neither of them had the energy to do more than hole themselves in their room. By the time evening came, they made their excuses, and went to bed.
Sleep eluded her, and what little she managed to snatch left her even more drained than the day before. Judging by her brother’s disheveled appearance, he hadn’t fared much better.
Breakfast was a quiet affair, not helped in the least by their father’s absence. When asked if they were all right, Tiff insisted they were fine, just a bit under the weather. (When Fololo and Falala stopped by shortly after and asked to hang out, it was the same excuse she gave them, too.)
Predictably, the first search parties came back unsuccessful. Tiff couldn’t decide whether she was relieved, or disappointed.
The townsfolk, on the other hand, had no trouble making that distinction. If the kids had hoped Dedede’s and Escargoon’s disappearances would be downplayed, then they clearly weren’t giving the Cappies enough credit. It was the topic of gossip everywhere. The vast majority of conversations they overheard (when they finally relented, and left the castle do some reconnaissance) all seemed to agree with Chief Bookem: this was just another bid for attention. That, or they needed to get better at reading maps.
By the end of the second day, the next wave of search parties came back empty-handed, and the Cappies bid their neighbors goodnight as they turned in.
By the end of the third day, they were double-checking the locks on their doors.
It wasn’t so much concern for Dedede or Escargoon (“Good riddance,” Mabel had told a crowd of bar-goers) as it was the fear that whatever happened to them, would happen to the townsfolk next.
The panic was a palpable miasma, even from the castle.
Tiff sat on her bed, watching, as Tuff attempted for the fifth time to rearrange the contents of his rucksack. She’d given up on trying to dissuade him from “emergency packing.”
“I’m not saying we should,” she clarified, dejectedly swinging her legs back and forth over the side. “But if we’re going to start preparing for worst-case scenarios, then maybe we should consider who we can talk to—”
“Nuh-uh. Absolutely not.” He squinted between the glowsticks in one hand, the cannister of bug spray in the other, before throwing the bug spray over his shoulder. “The point is to avoid prison, not turn ourselves in.”
“We need advice from a neutral party. Someone we can trust.”
“What, like Kabu?” Tuff snorted. “Unless he’s got bail money stashed somewhere inside him, then I don’t think he’ll be of much help.”
She paused. “What about Meta—”
“If you even think about finishing that sentence, I’m throwing my dirty socks at you.” With a frustrated noise, he tipped the bag’s contents onto his bed. “You do remember he’s sworn his service to Dedede, right?”
Tiff glared at him, which he either didn’t notice, or was choosing to ignore. “He also goes out of his way to protect Kirby.”
“Yeah, Kirby. Not us,” he said. “I’m sorry, sis”—he began to sort his things into piles—“but I think this is one of those times where we don’t go to him. There’s a lot of stuff he puts up with, but I don’t think murder is one of them. For now, we need to keep preparing.” His hands slowed. “Just…just in case.”
She wanted to be angry at him, if only because it was easier than being angry at the fact he was right. Sighing, she lifted the book back to her lap, and flipped the page.
And hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
The door swung open with slightly more force than necessary.
Blade glanced up from the map spread across the table. “How did the search go?”
“How do you think?” The metallic click of his sabatons followed Sword across the room, as he unsheathed the knife belted at his waist. “Another dead end.”
In a single, fluid motion, he stabbed the knife into the parchment. “Again.”
“If you would refrain from putting more holes in my furniture,” said Meta Knight, without looking up, “I would appreciate it.”
Though at this point, the request was mostly a formality. It was a bit difficult to argue with the fourteen other knives already lodged in the table, being used as map-markers. The first time, Blade couldn’t find a pen, and he’d improvised.
By the eighth time, Meta Knight seemed resigned to them using his table as a form of punitive stress relief.
“Well, that’s the southern peninsula off the list.” Blade flicked the pommel, watching as it vibrated. “We’re running out of places to search. If we missed something during the initial sweep, then we ought to consider retracing our steps.”
“Or we could expand our range,” Sword suggested, with no small amount of reluctance. He tapped at the outline of dense forest. “Any further north though and we risk leaving the jurisdiction of the kingdom.”
“If this is an abduction we’re dealing with, then we might not get much of a choice.”
“It isn’t.” With an audible clap, Meta Knight shut his book, and rose. The fabric hissed as his cape dragged over the floor. “Hostages are costly to keep alive. If they were abducted, we would have received the demand for a ransom by now.”
“Unless we’ve misunderstood their motives,” Sword replied uneasily. “A kidnapping by Nightmare could be retaliation for any unpaid debts.”
“At present, His Majesty had no outstanding balance with him,” said Meta Knight, at the same time Blade retorted, “Why would he abduct his best customers?”
Their collective frustration was a physical weight, and it was starting to crush them.
Meta Knight sighed. “Nightmare hasn’t been entirely ruled out,” he conceded, “but it’s unlikely. The transporter has been inactive for weeks. If this is the work of a monster, then I’m not sure where they would have acquired it.”
“On the off-chance it is a monster, is it one you recognize?” Blade asked.
“No.” His gaze slid toward the book perched on the armrest. “And I don’t have enough information to ID it.”
For lack of anything better to do, Sword began to pace.
“Perhaps we ought to shorten the list.” Blade’s fingers drummed against the map. “Let’s start by figuring out what we’re not dealing with.”
“Regicide?” Sword offered on his next pass.
“Doubtful.” Meta Knight inclined his head. “Cappies are fairly…pacifistic in nature.”
“If that’s what you want to call zero self-preservation instincts.”
Blade snorted. “Plenty of people here dislike the king,” he said, “but I can’t see that being enough of a motive. You’d have to profit off of his death somehow.”
“I suppose that makes Escargoon the first suspect, then,” said Sword, a little absently. “Advisors to the monarchy assume stewardship in the king’s absence.”
“It also makes him the last suspect, or did you forget his absence, too?”
Whatever Sword had been about to say in response, he didn’t get the chance before Meta Knight laid a hand on his shoulder.
“I think we can afford a break.” Though judging by his tone, it wasn’t a suggestion.
Sword lowered his head. Out of his periphery, Blade mirrored the gesture. “Yes, sir.”
The hand on his pauldron retreated as he turned toward the door. “I’ll be back shortly. Do as you wish in the meantime.”
The pair waited until it clicked shut before they let out a sigh. The restlessness that had longed for an outlet abruptly drained from him. Spent, Sword fell back into the armchair where Meta Knight had been, and tipped his head to stare at the ceiling.
“I hate this,” he said, the way someone might have commented on the weather.
“You and me both.” Blade hadn’t even bothered with a chair—he slumped forward over the table. “We’re going in circles. And for what?”
“Exercise, apparently.”
Blade made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, and they lapsed into companionable silence.
“Ebrum?” Sword asked, a little dryly.
The map crinkled as Blade lifted his head to stare at him, at the apparent non sequitur. It took a second before it clicked and startled a laugh out of him.
“That man has no political ambition. If anyone hates this more than us, it’s him.” With a soft grunt, Blade hauled himself upright, propping his chin on the back of his hands. “He already oversees the country in all but name. The last thing he wants is for someone to put a crown on his head.”
“Can’t do any worse. Might be an improvement, actually.”
“An unwilling ruler is no better than a vicious one.” Blade let out an amused huff. “Kirby is more likely to be the killer. At least he’d have a good reason to do it.”
“True.” Sword slunk back a little further into the armchair. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think I’ve seen him in a few days. You?”
“Can’t say I have. He’s usually with the kids, though, and I haven’t seen much of them either.”
“Oh?”
“Last I heard, they’ve been hanging out in the village.”
He snorted. “Yeah, I’d be celebrating too, if I were them.”
“You’d think,” Blade drawled, “but it looks like they’re actually taking things pretty hard. Bookem said that when he spoke to them, they looked like they hadn’t slept in a year.” He shrugged. “Then again, I guess I’d look like that too if I was up late every night.”
“What do you mean?”
He tipped his head to the side. “I saw a light on in the library when I was making the rounds yesterday. I figured it was a Waddle Dee at first.”
“I didn’t think they could read,” Sword admitted.
“Honestly, I have no idea.” Blade gave one of the knives another halfhearted flick. “Anyway, it turned out to be one of the kids. I can’t imagine what was so important that she’d be up in the dead of night…”
Sword let the words wash over him, mulling them over. There was a nagging something to them, like prodding at a loose tooth. A detail that wasn’t clicking.
“Blade.” At the sound of his name, the other knight perked up. “Remind me again what exactly Waddle Doo said when we spoke to him about the disappearances.”
If Blade found the request strange, he didn’t let that stop him from humoring it. A low whoosh of air echoed against the inside of the helmet. “It was just around six in the morning. He told us that he went to wake up the king, and he wasn’t in his quarters. Next place he checked was the dungeons, and then the kitchens. Once he ruled out all the usual spots, he had his guards sweep the armory, library, observatory, and battlements. Last place he searched was the courtyard, where—”
“—where he ran into the kids, who were coming back to the castle.” Sword sat a little straighter. “At the crack of dawn.”
The implication hit, and Blade pushed himself off the table. “You aren’t suggesting…”
“You’re right: Kirby would never willingly harm them.” Sword’s voice dropped. “But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t benefit from it.”
Blade lowered his head, retreating into his thoughts. “That’s a serious accusation," he said, half to himself.
“I know. But it can’t be a coincidence.”
“Do you really think the kids did something to get rid of them?”
“I think they know something they’re not telling us,” he answered, refusing to clarify. It wasn’t as if he found the idea any more palatable. “At the very least, we need to speak to them, find out what—”
The door eased open.
Meta Knight stood in the entryway, a tray balanced in his hands. Pale wisps of steam spiraled away from the kettle sitting atop it. The greeting in his posture died, as he registered the unspoken tension. His eyes flitted back and forth between them, assessing. “What’s wrong?”
The pair exchanged a look, before Sword stood up. “I think we overlooked something.”
—are typically presided over by tribunals. Despite the age of majority having been redefined multiple times throughout Cappy history, this feature has endured, in one form or another. Although rare, in the event of extreme offenses, a court may waive these protections and try the defendant as an adult. Sentencing under normal parameters —
Tiff yawned. Rubbing at her eyes, she turned the page.
—results in punishment which differs from that of their adult peers. Most legal systems advocate for reform rather than incarceration, and have adopted this model as the standard. Whether or not those standards are upheld, however, is contingent on multiple factors, including—
“Here.” With a soft thump, Tuff dropped his book on top of the growing stack. “This is the one you wanted, right?”
Her eyes darted up from the text and skimmed over the title—Courtal Combat: How to Win Your Case.
“That’s the one,” she said, without much enthusiasm. Research tended to hold less appeal when your future was staked on it. “There’s another I need you to find. I wrote down the ISBN here on this paper—”
“Again?” he asked, and Tiff nearly threw the book at him.
“Yes, again.” She massaged at her temples, forcing herself to lower her volume. At least here, in the castle library, their whispered conversation wouldn’t look out of place. “If things go south and we can’t run, then knowing our rights is the next best thing.”
Tuff leaned against the table. “I thought you said we weren’t running away?”
“We’re not,” she groused. “But if you’re going to prepare for hypothetical outcomes, then so am I. At least my plan doesn’t involve us becoming refugees.”
“My plan was for us to become hermits living in the middle of the wilderness.”
“Tuff, we don’t know the first thing about camping, let alone wilderness survival. We’d be dead in a week, tops.”
“I’d give it two.” Tuff shrugged. “It beats having to represent ourselves in court.” Idly, he picked up one of the several books fanned out around the table, and inspected it. “What’s a habeas corpus?”
Tiff snatched it back.
“I need to keep working,” she told him, not a little peevishly. “If you want to help, you can go get me that book I asked for.” For emphasis, she held out the note.
“Fine.” He accepted the paper, and his lips thinned. “But it’s going to take me a while. Some of the shelves are out of order, and I swear one of them was organized by color.”
He didn’t wait to see her reaction, instead trudging back into the recesses of the library and its labyrinth of shelves. Once his footsteps faded out of hearing, she slumped forward in her seat, and stared down at the book with an uncharacteristic apprehension.
It was one thing, to read about something that didn’t affect her. To turn each page, however, and consider all the ways in which each new fact applied to them…
—the form of government. In the instance of absolute monarchies, for example, the head of state has legal authority to intervene. Such cases—
The words weren’t some novel trivia. They weren’t impersonal any more.
Cupping a hand over her mouth, she stifled another yawn, and turned the page.
“I didn’t know you were interested in law.”
The chair legs scraped over the floor as Tiff jumped. With her back to the open room, and her focus elsewhere, it hadn’t occurred to her to keep tabs on the entrance. The sight of Blade and Sword standing across from her, looking over her assemblage of books, was the price of her inattentiveness. And she was paying for it.
When they glanced up at her with an air of expectation, Tiff realized she hadn’t answered them.
“I’m not. I mean, it’s interesting in general, but not for me, personally,” she explained. “I figured, with Dad filling in for Dedede and Escargoon, maybe I could read and learn something useful. To help him.”
In her defense, it had sounded a lot better in her head.
Scrambling for a change in topic, she asked, a little hastily, “What are you guys doing here?”
“Just passing through,” said Blade. And that should have been the end of that.
It did not mean that Blade was supposed to pull out a chair and sit across from her. Behind him, Sword began to peruse one of the bookcases.
“Forgive me if I’m being intrusive.” The red plume on his helm swept with the tilt of his head. “But you look ill. You’re not sick, are you?”
When Tiff had told Fololo and Falala that they were under the weather, that pill had been a bit harder to swallow. Now, though, after four days with minimal sleep, the dark rings under her eyes made the lie a little easier to sell. If only she didn’t feel as awful as she looked.
“I’m fine. I think it’s just a cold.” Maybe if she coughed for good measure, they’d leave.
Blade folded his hands neatly in his lap. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. Without an obvious visor, it was hard to tell where his gaze lingered. But in the window of silence, Tiff got the distinct impression he was examining her reading material.
Her very incriminating reading material.
In the background, Sword plucked a book off the shelf and flipped it open.
“So”—Tiff cleared her throat—“how’s the search going? You guys have been helping with it too, right?”
“We have. But it’s taking longer than we would like,” Blade admitted.
Thud. Sword closed the book in his hand, and exchanged it for another.
“Though it shouldn’t be long now before they’re located. Dream Land isn’t a large country by any means, and between us and the Waddles Dees, we’ve been able to cover a lot of ground. It’s a bit hard to hide when there are—” He paused. “Come to think of, I’m not sure how many there are. Sword?”
Thud. “Last I heard, the number was in the two thousands. And that was before Waddle Doo lost count.”
Blade shifted back around in his chair to face her. “I’d give it another day or two at most. By then we should have narrowed it down. Don’t worry; we’ll find them.”
It wasn’t a reassuring thought.
“But you guys must have contingency plans,” she pressed. “What’ll happen to the kingdom if you can’t find them?”
“That’s a question you’ll have to ask someone else," Blade said. "We’re not really involved in any of the political talks, so we don't know.”
“Not involved in the—? You’re Dedede's bodyguards,” Tiff pointed out, not without a hint of exasperation.
“And what fine bodyguards we are,” Sword drawled, “with no body to guard.” Thud.
“We may be sworn to His Majesty’s service,” said Blade, “but servants aren’t always privy to that sort of information. Best we can do is speculate.”
She considered his words, turning them over in her head. A second thought had occurred to her, then, tethered to a sudden plummeting sensation in her stomach. “What’s going to happen to you two?”
Sword glanced over his shoulder. “What do you mean?”
“Meta Knight once told me that the only reason you pledged yourselves to Dedede is because it lets you keep an eye on Nightmare. It’s why you came to this planet in the first place.” It wasn’t a thread she had planned on pulling, but now, it unraveled against her will. “If you can’t find him, then that means he won’t be around to order monsters. What will you do then?”
Blade’s armor clicked as he shifted.
“Right now,” he said, and there was a measuring quality to his speech, “we lack the means to leave Popstar, so off-world travel isn’t in the foreseeable future. In the long-run, though, we would eventually need to seek out a new client of Nightmare’s. We’d have to first consult with Sir Meta Knight, but…”
Sword reshelved another book. This time, his arm remained outstretched. “If our lord wills it, we shall go.”
There was an unpleasant lurch in her gut. “Wait, what about Kirby?” she asked. “Meta Knight promised to train him. How is he going to do that when he’s halfway across the galaxy?”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem.” Blade leaned back in his seat. “We would take Kirby with us.”
If there was a word for the sucking void in her chest, she didn’t know it. But when she tried to speak, it stole the breath from her lungs.
“But—” In their haste to get out, the words tripped over each other. “You can’t—”
You can’t punish him for something that’s my fault.
“No one can call the Warp Star except me!” she snapped. “How am I going to help when you leave, and I'm still here?”
Silence.
Then, Blade sat forward. The expressionless metal of his helmet watched her. “When we leave,” he repeated, slowly.
Tiff blinked.
Sword moved to stand at his side. “Tiff,” he said, “we’re not leaving. We have no reason to. There's no proof that either one of them is dead.”
“Unless,” said Blade, “you know otherwise.”
Her eyes widened.
That seemed to be all the confirmation they needed. The two exchanged a meaningful look, before returning the combined intensity of it onto her. “I think,” Blade said, as he began to rise, “we need to go have a talk with Sir Meta Knight—”
The bookcase creaked.
It was all the warning they had before the wood, warping and groaning under its own weight, toppled forward, and they vanished beneath an avalanche of books.
Panting and shaking, Tuff stood where the shelf had been a moment before.
She could feel her knees threatening to give out underneath her. “What did you do?” It came out as a strangled noise.
“I don’t know!” He wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “I panicked!”
“I can't believe y—did we just kill two more people?” she asked—and immediately clapped her hands over her mouth. They met each other’s gaze in the stunned silence.
Tuff swallowed, and he regarded the pile warily. “Do you think they’re—”
A hand burst out of the wreckage.
“Run!”
The adrenaline hit like an electric shot. With her brother a step behind her, they fled.
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winterspiderpurrs · 2 years
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No one on the team knows who Spiderman is. Maybe Natasha, but she wasn't telling if she knew. They have worked with him long enough that they were used to him hanging around with his mask on. Everyone on the team loved him. He was funny, energetic, goofy, and has run circles around Tony and Bruce a time or two in the lab.
It was movie night and before the selected the movie the news was left on while.
"BREAKING NEWS: OSBORN HEIR WEDDING OFF
No more Rags to Riches for ex- fiancé
More information tonight."
Tony laughed, " Atleast he is avoiding a gold digger- Pepper is gonna be mad, means their stocks are gonna be higher"
Steve " The news didn't even state why, maybe the other left"
" Yeah. SURE. Young heirs always have gold diggers after them. Now let's watch the movie"
And a few days later after a team meeting Tony tosses the paper at Steve " See!"
Headline
"CHEATING SCANDAL- WHAT DO WE KNOW OF THE HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS
Osborn Ex-fiance refusing to talk. Osborn HEIR doesn't disagree with rumors.
Ex-fiance homeless now?"
No one notices when after reading the headlines Spiderman leaves the room quickly.
It was a few weeks later on another movie night when another breaking news came on.
"BREAKING NEWS:
OSBORN HEIR MISTRESS TELLS ALL: CHEATING FOR YEARS, FIANCE CAUGHT THEM IN THE ACT, PREGNANT, RUMORS OF ABUSE "
Spiderman leaves the room. Everyone else is wrapped up in the news.
Tony shakes his head " That sucks... now I feel bad for the guy, what's his name again Friday?
" Peter Parker"
Steve tilts his head, " Isn't that the guy who used to take photos of Spiderman for years?"
Tony curses and looks around the room noticing Spiderman is gone " Damn.... he knew the guy.. probably upset for his friend" that got the team to remember that for the past several weeks Spiderman has been extra stressed, not as bubbly, hanging around more. They know how deep Spiderman cares for his friends/love ones. He always takes it hard.
Maybe later that night someone goes up to the roof and sits with Spiderman he has his suit on but also a large hoodie with the hood up.
" Listen Spidey... we know you probably knew the guy and it wasn't fair for us to be talking about it without knowing the facts.... "
Spiderman shrugs a little, still looking out across the city.
" It's okay.... how would ya have known ya know. " he sighs and moves to rub his face in the crook of his arm, sniffling a little. " I should have said something earlier....but... it's not like I don't trust you guys it's just.... I'm so used to keeping my.. personal life.. seperate"
There was a loud thud that sounded on the roof and Spiderman jumped up. "Aw shit. I really gotta work on the superhero landing" there was a sickening crunch around as Deadpool fixed his leg.
" Wade?"
"SPIDEY! BABY BOY! I came as soon as I heard! *whispering*Yes I know that's what she said white.
I would have been here sooner but I was out on a job. No one died!
*whispering*No yellow I am not gonna say that we know of. We are trying to be good"
Spiderman gave a watery laugh and runs into Wade's open arms, hugging his close, his hood flew back revealing a mop of curly hair.
" Aw Petey Pie... don't cry. DaddyPool is here. Want me to unalive Harry? On the house. I can turn my hero token back in and start over tomorrow." Wade was petting the top of Peter's hair and rubbing his back.
And that is how Peter's reveal of being Spiderman happened to the team. And when the next super villain came to the city, no one mentioned how the hulk tore through the Osborne building. How mini missiles from the iron suit kept going through the building as well. How SI scouted some of the better; non shadie, talent from OSCORP, making the stocks tank a bit.
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iceberg-hootenanny · 2 years
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Ebb & Flow
I’ve been working on this playlist for years. I’m sure I will make changes to it again in the future, but it finally feels like it’s at a point where it could be posted if anyone is interested in listening to it.   https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3jcDClqtqryASGmaD4JmsA?si=f576dc999d3e4f3e
The songs:
Song of Women
Galadriel, either standing up to Feanor before she rebels or to the Valar as she leaves Aman.
The Joyful Knight
Maybe the first time Galadriel saw Celeborn – in passing, without knowing his identity, but his attitude stayed with her.
The Silvan elves are said to be “more dangerous and less wise” than the Noldor, but Galadriel claims Celeborn to be one of the wisest of the elves of Middle Earth. Celeborn himself values old wives’ tales; I always imagine his “wisdom” to be something a little more unconventional – like being less fell and happier with the small things.
Bird Song
When Galadriel discovers what she has been yearning for and missing all her life is what Celeborn can offer her and show her; they begin to spend time together and their spirits intertwine. Maybe there is dancing involved (a reprise of the Ainulindale or the mingling of the Two Trees’ light).
Magnum
When they first set out traveling eastward, and both (although neither realize it yet) begin to think they may want to spend their whole lives with this person.
And when they are still traveling around thousands of years later.
The Lightning Strike
Celeborn sees Galadriel at her best and worst during the War of Wrath, realizes it doesn’t change his love for her, and wonders if they will ever see each other again after they are separated during the Sinking of Beleriand. Cue metaphors about the similarity between the way it felt when he realized his love for her and the enormous wave sweeping across the continent. (She is the ocean and he is the river)
Wrath of the Gods
Celeborn sees the Valar for the first time; the two endure the War of Wrath and the Sinking of Beleriand.
Till the Casket Drops
The night before the Exiles are set to return after the War of Wrath, Celeborn asks Galadriel what she plans to do. His lack of expectation that she would stay/lack of obligation coming from him is part of what convinces her to stay.
Like I Did
Celebrimbor singing to Galadriel. I don’t headcanon that Celebrimbor and Galadriel were ever together – but I don’t think Celebrimbor’s situational awareness is too good either, so this is from his perspective.
Deep Water
Celeborn asks Galadriel to marry him. This fits with the water metaphors for both of them – river for him and ocean for her.
Hang Forever
Not everyone understands why they remain with each other, but they each saw a kindred spirit in the other and never looked back. This is Galadriel’s response to “Deep Water.”
Rivers Run
Celeborn singing to Celebrian when she has just been born, a melody his mother sang to him in the mists of time back across the Misty Mountains.
The Old Duke
Celeborn simply laughs in the face of those who disprove of his and Galadriel’s union, their traveling and their inventions, the way they rule, and the way he/they are raising Celebrian. Here he explains his perspective – the “wisdom” he is known for.
Maker of my Sorrow
They’ve had their share of disagreements and when they’ve fought and gone apart both always feel conflicted, with warring feelings of love and anger. Thinking specifically of when Celeborn refused to enter Moria and when he stayed behind when she finally left Middle Earth.
Fellow in the North
When Galadriel accepts Nenya, there is definitely some strain on their relationship. Celeborn compares her to Feanor, which definitely does NOT go over well, and says something along the lines of how he was dazzled when they met, but naively. That definitely goes over even less well and they (probably) part for a time.
Home
Despite their occasional separations and arguments, they are completely entwined and are kindred spirits. No one knows Galadriel like Celeborn, and vice versa. They fight the long defeat together.
Me and My Husband
Galadriel really does love Celeborn – he’s not just some guy she happens to be married to; this is her song about why she loves him. She definitely has some Silvan wisdom by now as well in this one. It could also be her singing to her family about him.
250,000 Miles
Earwen sings to Galadriel; Galadriel sings to Celebrian; Celebrian sings to Arwen (this one hurts).
Jenny of Oldstones
For beings as old as Celeborn and Galadriel, memories and places can blur together and become hard to separate. Sometimes old memories overwhelm them and they lose their place in time?
The Old Ways
The sea longing begins to affect Galadriel as the centuries wear on, and they first realize they will eventually be parted. (Celeborn eventually follows to be with her, but not until MUCH later)
Into the West
They have been the survivors mourning their friends, family, and comrades – those who should never have died – so many times.
They sing this to Celebrian as she departs. (This hurts, especially if this is the song Celeborn reprises when Galadriel leaves Middle Earth later.)
The Last Goodbye
Celeborn and Galadriel take their last journey to the sea; she sings farewell to him knowing it may be the very last time
Celeborn reprises Into the West, singing farewell to Galadriel
Forever (in my mind)
For millenia after she sails, until he follows her (if he ever does), Celeborn still loves Galadriel and thinks of her every day; she does the same in Valinor.
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aberrant-webnovel · 4 months
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Chapter 11 - C-Ranker Newbie
Content Warning: Surgery mention
Chapter 11 - C-Ranker Newbie
I walked into the lobby of the Vault Breaker HQ with Silva following behind. We spent yesterday relaxing in leisure for the most part. Wanted to have a break and hang out. Today, our lives change forever.
"Let's ask about where we should be going to get started."
"Yeah."
I just kinda said the obvious and Silva followed right along with me. There were a few clerks always stationed here. General info and services Vault Breakers needed were what they handled.
One familiar face stood out. And it looked like she wasn't currently assisting anyone.
"Yo, Camille! Told you, I'd be back!"
"Oh, uh! Ymir. Right?"
For some reason, Camille seemed nervous. A couple other clerks were whispering to each other while I walked over to her with Silva.
"Yup! And this is Silva!"
"Hi."
Silva just nodded and said one word. Be more friendly, sis!
Oh, by the way. I decided to call Silva 'sis' now. Haven't said that aloud yet, but we'll get there.
"Good to see you both. How can I help you?"
"Oh! We need to go through orientations. Just checking in and seeing where we should go."
"Let's see here…."
Camille got a more composed look about her when she began typing away at a terminal embedded into her desk. Her eyes flicked around while she scanned the info on the screen.
"Silva Dirge. E-Rank. R&D Corps. Please report to Dr. Clive Earnest in Lab 6. I will see that a uniform is sent to have you try on. Good luck and stay strong, Silva."
"Thanks. See you both around, then."
Silva waved as she started walking off. I hope she has an easy time adjusting to her job. I'm sure she'll be in good hands with Dr. Clive. He seemed like a good guy when I met him on testing day.
"And since you're a bit of a special circumstance, I have specific orders to relay to you."
"Sure thing. Let's hear it."
"Ymir Sorenson. C-Rank. Runner Corps. Please report to Chief Harper's office on the top floor. You can take the elevator in the lobby to get there. It only goes up to her office and I've given your keycard access to operate it. Good luck and stay strong, Ymir."
"Gotta talk to the Chief on the first day, huh? Well I best get going. Thanks, Camille. See you later!"
"Yeah, uh. Til next time!"
I waved and turned to head off.
And off I went!
The elevator I needed was pretty obvious. There was only one in here. In the main building of HQ, the lobby was especially tall. It needed to fit the entrance with the huge statues. The Chief's office is above the lobby. Also in the main building is a cafeteria with free meals every day for Vault Breakers. The floors above the cafeteria are the dorms. HQ has a massive amount of space for Vault Hunters to live on site. Uncle Varun is apparently going to be moving in there at some point.
I walked over to the solid metal door of the elevator and swiped my keycard. The door slid to the side and allowed me to enter. Once inside, I saw a point to swipe my card again. Once I did, the doors closed and I lifted up.
This ride was maybe a half minute. Not too slow. Not too fast. The doors slid open when I arrived at the top. There was a hall here in front of me. Not to long.
I walked forward and admired the accents around me. A few portraits hung in sections of the wall. Each section is divided by a column design molding that went from the floor to the ceiling. There are twelves sections divided out. After I got halfway is when the portaits were at my side. They were portraits of the same heroes depicted in the entrance hall. Six of them.
I stared at the last two when I approached the end of the hall. To my left, Yorrick "Sarge" Bartman. On the right, Gajjet "Hellion" Dirge. Two of the biggest names. I would surpass them both.
Knock knock. I rapped the right side of the double doors twice with my knuckles and waited for an answer.
"Enter."
I pushed the double doors. The room before me was a large office with a circular perimeter. I took a few steps in and swung the door closed behind me. Then I stood at attention. Feet shoulder width apart. Hands folded behind my waist.
"Ymir Sorenson reporting!"
"At ease, nephew. I don't want you being formal with me in this meeting."
I laxed my position and held my arms at my side, slipping my hands into my pockets. Then I looked around. Two couches in the center of the room and a coffee table between them. Beyond that, a dark wooden desk. Behind the desk sat my Auntie Harper. In the right side of my vision, next to Harper's desk, stood Commander Vasquez and Dr. Eugene Atom. They were waiting silently and patiently.
"Please come closer. Stand before my desk."
I walked forward obediently and stopped a foot from the Chief's desk.
"Ymir Sorenson. C-Rank. Runner corps. And yet you're not augmented."
"Pretty sure you made that call, Auntie."
"Cheeky… I made that decision, but your body won't be able to handle what's to come. Not as it is."
"I figured."
So I wasn't strong enough for the Vaults. I knew that was the case. I couldn't avoid augments forever. It wasn't like I wanted to, but I wanted to uphold the wishes of my mother and sister. They wanted me to stay the same as long as I could.
"We have a good amount to discuss. First, I want to talk about the findings from Dr. Eugene Atom. If you would please share your result, doctor."
"Yes, Chief."
Eugene approached and handed me a file. I spread the envelope open and stared at the data in front of me. It wasn't immediately clear what everything meant, but I began to piece together information. Luckily, Eugene kept explaining.
"The stim I gave you the other was a standard preparation. Meant for repairing more topical damage, bones, and minor internal damage. The response in your recovery indicated a reaction from your body that I could only see as abnormal. After further study of your blood samples, we discovered a type of cell in your blood that was not identifiable. It is unique. With no previous data on this blood cell, I could only make guesses and try to experiment.
Through experimentation, your blood was discovered to have an enhanced compatibility with certain Vault tech. The stim you received actually improved a lot of your body. Obvious by the muscle growth. With a stim rated at the low grade it was, we'll have to develop a more appropriate stim for your body if we plan on giving you any standard medical assistance."
So my body was special in some way. I didn't quite take this into account when thinking of possibilities. I figured the stim being extra strength was the most likely reason for my body reacting strangely. Didn't know my body was responsible.
"I've blueprinted out the first physical body augments you'll need to perform as a Runner. Included is a system to regulate stim injections in the field. With adjustments made based on your reaction, we can provide you medical care in the field consistently without risk of adverse effects, especially while using a stim designed for your personal use. I've also begun to prepare a surgical stim that won't replicate the same type of healing, and rather will prevent the excess healing you normally receive for a time period necessary to perform the augmentation surgery. Afterwards, we'll have to rely on the installed stim package to heal your body."
So I would need a special device just to maintain proper application of the stims. It's a lot to wrap my head around, but I go the gist of it.
"I understand. Take care of me, doc."
"Good to hear. You'll be in good hands."
Eugene reached for the files that were handed to me. I had skimmed through them all over his explanation and pieced together the information in there. It was just a bunch of data that made what Eugene said seem way longer.
I handed back the files. Eugene took them and walked back to his position over by Commander Vasquez.
"Ymir, let me ask you a question."
"What's up, Chief?"
"Did my mother ever tell you how she got the name Hellion?"
"Nope. Just figured she was an unruly kid or something."
"You're not wrong. Gajjet Dirge was a child militant raised by a group that opposed the Vault Breakers."
"…"
I didn't respond. I had heard at different times about terrorists that operate in the Desert Sector. It was a problem for the Igneol Domain. Many civilians were at risk in the few times that attacks have occurred in the past. Luckily, it's been years since the last time.
"The group was taken out by Yorrick Bartman. All of them were killed, except one girl. He picked up Gajjet and dragged her back to Igneol. He raised her and trained her, but Gajjet had a bad reputation with everyone else all the same. She killed five C-Rankers without a single augment on her body while with the terrorist group. She was dubbed a Hellion. Gajjet was treated terribly by the civilians for her actions and terribly by our Vault Breakers for the same.
All the same, my mother rose above that with Sarge guiding her. When he was lost, she changed. Gajjet became someone who would never hold back her team or leave a Vault until she had conquered it. And she'd never witness a casualty again. Gajjet kept ever Vault Breaker safe that ever fought with her after Sarge's death."
"Nana Gajjet…"
I just muttered the name and lowered my head. I hadn't heard this story, but it was starting to explain her convictions.
"Ymir Sorenson. You stated that you wanted to be like the Hellion. A goal to surpass her, even. Can you find the resolve to match her feats? Can you find the resolve to keep your team alive and conquer ever challenge present to you?"
I snapped my body to attention. Chief Harper said not to be too formal, but I felt like I needed to be.
"Yes, Chief!"
"At ease."
I relaxed. She really didn't want me too worked up.
"You're nothing like Gajjet. You've never rebelled against the Domain. You never murdered. You never disobeyed what you knew you were supposed to do. You instead took her knowledge and used it. I need you to follow your own path. Don't walk in someone's footsteps."
"I intend to pave my own way, Chief. I'll surpass Gajjet entirely and uphold my oath while doing it."
"Good answer. Ymir, you're going to be put into a special team. You're going to fill the biggest shoes we have."
"You mean..?"
Commander Vasquez took a few steps toward me and stopped within arm reach. He rested his hand on my shoulder and smiled.
"Ymir, welcome to the G.I.A.N.T.S."
"Huh?"
"You'll become CODENAME GENERALIST. I'll introduce you to the team after this."
"Uh, sure! Yes, Commander."
So I'm joining the team of those ultra soldiers? I feel like I'm happy for this opportunity, but I'm still a newbie with no experience. How is this gonna work?
"But Chief, Commander. I'm curious how someone can be on an elite team like that without any experience. I've never been into a Vault before."
"Then we'll have to send you into some. Vaults that get cleared sometimes become training environments. I'll set up some simulated training runs with old Vaults."
Commander Vasquez grinned through his works as he spoke. Harper chuckled a little.
"I'll make you into the best soldier there's ever been, Ymir! Haha!"
A boisterous and wheezy laugh. I felt like Vasquez would be someone I could grow to rely on quite a bit. He's a nice guy.
"Then let's get down to the last matter, shall we?"
I watched Chief Harper stand up from her desk and walk around towards me. Commander Vasquez saw this and went back to where he stood before. Now it was just the Chief and I standing and staring at each other.
She hugged me. I'm kinda shocked. My Auntie Harper was never a hugger. I don't have a single clue what brought this on.
"Um, Auntie?"
"This might be the last time I can hug my nephew like this. Just a second longer."
"Yeah? Sure, then."
I didn't quite get it. But this was nice. I'll stay here and enjoy her hug.
"So, Ymir…"
She pulled away from me.
"I want to go over what's to come. You'll need to change your whole body to do this job. It's just fact that the human body cannot handle the job of a Vault Breaker without augments."
"So when do I have to go through with the operation?"
"Tonight. I'll have to go tell Del about this, but you won't be going home for about a week."
"Tonight? A week? That's nuts!"
"Silva is living there now, right? My brother told me about it. She can look after your mom. It's important that we get you augmented as soon as we can so that you can start to work and live as a Vault Breaker. If you're not resolved to get the operation tonight, then I'll have to rethink my decision I made during your testing."
So it's this serious, then? Sure, she's right about Silva being home for mom. But I'm still worried about them. I do a lot at home, after all. But most of all, there was one thing bothering me.
"I promised Silva that I'd stay more myself than machine. Is that possible?"
"Physically, no."
Right away, that promise was shattered.
"Your body will become mostly machine. That's true for most Runners. Other corps don't dive so deep into augmentation. As long as we don't go over your limit, then your mind will remain intact. I promise that you're always going to stay who you are. You're going to look a lot different on the inside, though."
"Tell Silva I'm sorry then. I'll just have to break that promise and become a Runner anyway."
"Then, Ymir. Go with Commander Vasquez to meet your team. Please report to the surgical labs by 19:00 hours. You're dismissed."
Chief Harper patted my shoulder and went back to her desk. Eugene sighed relief and went to stand by the office door. I guess we're all leaving together except the Chief. Once I started to head in the same direction, Commander Zasquez started to follow. The three of us went through the double doors and continued down to the end of the hall where the elevator remained still ready to be boarded.
We got back to the lobby and parted with Eugene. He had some more work to get back to, but would be present when I get my operation performed.
Time to head to the more eastern building. That's where the Medic corps and training facilities are located. We just weren't going where the Medic offices are located. Rather, we took a path upstairs and found a briefing room.
"Ymir. The ones inside this room are the best Vault Breakers I could find in the whole Domain. Don't let anyone try to intimidate you, okay?"
"I think I'll be alright, Commander."
"Good. Keep that frame of mind."
The Commander slid the door open to the room. It just fit right between some wall panels and slid to the left. Neat. We don't have doors like that in most place.
I followed as Vasquez pushed inside.
The center of the room had a long, ellipse-shaped table. Clear glass and a white enamel body to hold it. From where I entered, the table is to my right. Just a little to the left is a wall that has a large monitor taking up the majority of the space. There's a terminal actually built into a connecting wall on the other side of the room. Must be linked with the screen.
"Attention, G.I.A.N.T.S.!"
Vasquez had taken a commanding stance while I stood at his side. His words had called four individuals in the room to stand and snap to attention. All of their faces were familiar. Not all of them were friendly.
Hammer, Musa, and Zach are all in this room. I met them earlier. Hammer had an especially happy grin grow onto his face when I came into the room with the Commander. Musa and Zach were fairly stoic. The last face I recognized sent a rush of anxiety down my spine. The face of someone who has already shoved the barrel of a gun in my face. The face of someone who hates me.
"These are my team, Ymir. Let me introduce you. First, we have Hammer, CODENAME SECURITY. He'll keep you safe. Hammer has been on the team the longest so rely on him.
Next is Zach, CODENAME NETWORK. Matched augments through our whole squad are controlled by him and allow us to operate better as one unit.
Beep over there is CODENAME INFILTRATOR. You won't have too much to talk about, even if you can sign. He's quiet by nature, but that helps his job in getting through Vaults without ever being seen or heard."
Vasquez continue to name off my newest acquaintances. Then the fury of the woman subsided for just a small bit while she was being addressed. I guess the Commander has a bit of authority over her.
"Lastly, this is the Captain. You'll get her name directly from her. She gets really mad if someone else gives out her name. She's our CODENAME ASSAULT and a secondary leader for the team. She'll be in charge is dispatching aberrations. Nobody is better at it. And you know me as Commander Vasquez. I am CODENAME TRAPPER. I can disable and control Vault defenses. That's about it, though. Haha!"
CAPTAIN? She's the Captain? But she's so mean and volatile. Who would give a person like that any amount of authority!?
Auntie Harper, did you make this decision too? OVERTURN IT!
"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Ymir Sorenson. He's joining the G.I.A.N.T.S."
Oh shit, here it comes. I feel the burning rage growing and slowly overtaking everything. The Captain's face was becoming red and for some reason sweat was beading on her brow.
Careful, miss. You have very nice makeup. Don't smear it.
"Ymir will from today be called CODENAME GENERALIST. I'm sure you all understand Ymir's role in our team. Once we outfit him with the necessary augments, I'll have him train with you all both in and out of Vaults. This is an order to all of you: Make sure Ymir is capable of performing all your roles to the necessary extent. I've made sure that you all know what the GENERALIST is supposed to know. Ymir already has all the knowledge needed to fill this spot, but he lacks the skillset of a Vault Breaker. His training will begin in one week."
As Vasquez finished his words, the group all spoken in unison to respond.
"Yes, Commander! We will not fail!"
"Good! Dismissed until our next meeting."
With that, Vasquez patted me on the shoulder and just exited the room. I looked over to the group I just joined and prepared for some wild welcome.
I was surprised when the Captain started walking towards me with a crazy fast speed. Instead of confronting me, she turned and left the room.
I'm glad that I don't have to deal with that right now. I'll try to talk to her next time. I still don't even know how her name.
"Haha! Had no idea you were so awesome, Ymir! Who knew you were a brainiac with all that muscle on ya! Haha!"
Hammer sauntered over and slapped me on the back with each laugh he belted out. Those strikes hurt like hell. The second one almost sent me to the floor.
"Fuck! … Um, yeah. I studied Gajjet Dirge's notes every day. I've read reports on every Vault she conquered."
"No shit? Think we might be get some help with that stuff?"
"You're asking me for help, Hammer? Aren't you supposed to be training me?"
"I don't get all the data stuff about Vaults. I leave it to Zach to make it easy to understand, but I still don't get all the concepts he tries to relay to me."
"Sure. I'll tutor anyone on Vault layouts and aberrations if you need it. I just don't know what I can tell you that you wouldn't have experienced already.
"We'll have to figure that out! Haha!"
Another slap on the back. This time I stood my ground, but I know that I'm gonna have bruising show up later.
"So… Welcome, Ymir."
[Welcome.]
Zach and Musa walked up to me together and gave me a short welcome. The two left together and disappeared from my sight.
"I gotta get over to the engineering building to look at some weapons I'm having shipped in from Crytin. Wanna come take a look?"
"You're having them shipped in? If you paid for that, wasn't it outrageously expensive?"
"I did a big favor for Dr. Caliburn last time I went to the ice. Today, I'm getting a shipment to look at. Told me to pick one gun to keep and the rest can be sold by HQ. Cool, right?"
"How'd you manage that? Also, isn't it really hard to travel to Crytin? You talk about it like it's just a quick trip."
"Ain't been there in a decade. Haha! It sucks going there and it's too cold. I can't show my muscles!"
"What about the shipment coming in then? He took ten years to send it?"
"The weapons I'm looking at today are brand new models. They're not on the market yet. I cashed in a favor to get first pick. So, you wanna come get yourself a new gun?"
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notladylikes · 6 months
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she’s sitting on the edge of her bed, cellphone in hand. her little sister. iris - the only member of her family that was still talking to her, was on her way over - or at least, she was supposed to be. picking at her cuticles, aurora glances down at her cracked device, wondering if she’d misheard her when she spoke earlier that week.
she was doing better than she was this time last year, mostly sober ( save for the adderall she bought off that college student, he didn’t count ). she had a freaking job! granted, it was in a place where the devil wouldn’t go to make deals, a certified shit hole, but it gave her a bit of cash and she was at least off the streets.
huffing out a breath, she stopped fidgeting with her fingers and slid one of them across the broken screen, unlocking her device before searching in her contacts for iris' number. pressing the words ‘baby girl’, she sat, tapping her feet against the shag carpet in hopes that she would answer.
one, two, three rings. absolutely nothing. when the sound of the voicemail message hit aurora’s ears, she perked up for a second and left a jovial little message before hanging up the call and dropping the phone in her lap. maybe she had forgotten? maybe she had decided not to come?
rory didn’t want to let those thoughts invade her brain, and so she walked over to her bedside table and took a small swig of the travel size bottle of fireball that she keeps in her nightstand drawer. the burn is enough to cause her brain to refocus. she walks into the living room and turns on the television, hoping the mindless blathering of the news reporter is going to be enough background noise to drown out the depression that’s slowly seeping it’s way back in.
hours pass and there’s no word from little sister. no missed call, no text, nothing. aurora is starting to get worried, and she dials her number again. and again. and twice more before she’s just about to give up, when finally, the call is answered, but it’s not her little sister on the other line.
“this aurora?”
the voice is not one she recognizes, but they know her name, so she figures that it must be someone who knows at least of her - but that begs to ask the question, why is this person answering her sister’s cellphone?
“who the fuck’re you?” she says, her voice taking on a defensive tone, despite the monotone way the man speaks to her - she’s already on edge and it’s not doing anyone any favors.
“s’not important.”
“the fuck it’s not. where’s my girl. where's iris?”
there is a click of tongue against teeth, a short whistle before the sound of screaming in the background has aurora jumping up from the couch.
“you took something that didn’t belong to you. so. this is payback. consider this a….well let’s call it a friendly little warning. you wouldn’t want anything to happen to baby sis, now would you?”
before she can respond, the line goes dead. the audacity! so of course, she dials the number again, only to be met with the robotic voice telling her that the person on the other line wasn’t taking calls at this time. kicking over her coffee table, she watches as the half-eaten lo mein scatters across the carpet, and her cat running up to snatch a piece of chicken.
“fuck. fuck. fuck.”
she knows what she has to do - she has to call celeste. if anyone can find her - it’s her. pressing her palm into her ocular cavities, she sighs out loud. it takes her a few minutes to build up the courage to call.
this is life or death aurora. get your shit together and call her.
pressing her fingers to the touch screen keypad, she dials a familiar number not saved in her contacts and prays to god she’s not blocked on this number - because there’s no way she can go at this alone. eva doesn’t answer at first, and so she tries again, and when the sound of her sister’s annoyed voice rings true through the line, she starts to word vomit all over the place.
“they have her. they have iris. i don’t know who they are, but they do. i….need your help. for her sake, please. celeste please. she needs us....you...she needs you.”
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fredshufflepuff · 3 years
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— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please
— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.
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IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.
you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.
she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.
“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.
you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.
“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.
“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”
a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.
“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.
he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.
“i’m rafe cameron.”
of course you knew who he was, everyone did.
“y/n y/l/n.”
YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.
but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.
“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.
he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.
“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.
“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.
as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.
rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.
“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.
later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.
it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.
you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.
you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.
“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.
“friends with benefits.”
no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.
“oh.”
you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.
rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.
usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.
when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.
to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.
it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.
“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.
“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.
“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.
“fucking assholes” you mumbled.
MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.
the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.
all except rafe.
he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.
“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.
he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.
“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.
he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.
“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.
“enough about me, what about you?”
“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”
“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”
you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”
kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.
you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.
“let’s dance!”
unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.
IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.
you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.
“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.
“we were about to leave yo-”
“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.
rafe cameron and his little minions.
“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.
“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.
“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”
“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”
which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.
“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.
“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”
your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.
rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.
“fuck you.”
YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.
the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.
but you refused to cry.
in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.
all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.
your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.
light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.
your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.
what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.
rafe cameron: i’m really sorry
[sent 1:34am]
rafe cameron: y/n
[sent 1:34am]
rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said
[sent 1:36am]
rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking
[sent 1:40am]
rafe cameron: please hear me out
[sent 1:41am]
rafe cameron: meet me at our place
[sent 1:49am]
rafe cameron: 7:30am
[sent 1:51am]
you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.
you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.
after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.
you were going to see him.
‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.
he was stupid last night.
the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.
he just needs to show you how sorry he is.
“rafe.”
his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.
he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.
“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”
“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”
“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.
“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.
“of you and that stupid pogue.”
“jj?!”
he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.
“yeah, him.”
“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.
“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”
it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.
“rafe...”
“y/n, please.”
another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.
“fine.”
IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.
after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.
he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.
“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.
“m’not sure, you can pick.”
he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.
he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.
“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.
he was so beautiful.
“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”
you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.
“i love you too, rafe.”
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🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum
a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it
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