#AND THEN HIS (ex)FRIEND NEVER CAME TO KILL HIM AND HIS WIFE NEVER CAME BACK
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The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Five
Chapter Five: A Biting Truth
Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI
Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader
Word Count: 2.8K
Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.
Chapter Summary: You and Walter talk about some things, you listen to a voicemail, and then talk a little more.
Warnings: anxiety, fluffy moments, mentioned smut, a lot of shirtlessness in this chapter, spicy late-night texting (not sexting technically)
A/N: Thank you all for being hella patient with me as I worked on my mental health. It has only been a month but I feel tons better already. I hope you enjoy this one. A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this.
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The tension in your muscles wakes you up. You had quite a night but you weren’t exactly upset about it. Stretching out your arms, you reach over to find the space next to you is empty and cold.
The last time you checked, there was a sleeping werewolf in bed with you. Now, there is just a wrinkled set of bedding that only serves to get your brain working double-time.
Did he leave? Were you too much for him? Did he change his mind about needing to care for you?
You pull the covers off you and sit up only to feel light-headed. Your senses dull and return to you tenfold, the smell of coffee invading your nostrils and giving you hope.
You tiptoe out of bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. Splashing water on your face, brushing your teeth, and doing something quick with your hair has you feeling a bit better about the sight that first greeted you in the mirror. You tiptoe back into your bedroom and pull on some sleep shorts, an old t-shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks.
This totally looks like I just ‘woke up like this’, you think to yourself.
Making your way downstairs, you are greeted at the bottom of the stairs by a shirtless Walter holding a fresh mug of coffee in one hand. He hands you the mug and kisses your forehead.
“Bacon and eggs are almost ready. I hope you don’t mind me raiding your fridge. I was starved and I figured you would be too. And there is more coffee where that came from,” he says, smiling down at your surprised face.
You suddenly smell the bacon and your stomach grumbles, as if on cue. Walter laughs and ushers you to sit down at your dining table. He soon brings out two plates of scrambled eggs with cheese alongside bacon. Setting your plate in front of you, he takes your mug and refreshes your coffee and you enjoy the view of his ample ass as he walks away.
Once seated again, Walter opens up to you. “I’d like you to know a couple of things about me. Maybe should have told you these before we… you know. But, better late than never, right?”
You nod silently while picking up a slice of bacon and taking a bite to keep your mouth occupied.
“Right, well. I have a daughter and an ex-wife. They’re with my old pack. Faye, that’s my daughter. I miss her so much. We talk on the phone every week but I know her first shift is coming soon. I can feel it. Angie, her mother, and my ex-wife takes great care of her. I know that. But I wish I could do more. I had to leave the pack, though, because I disagreed with the Alpha. Well, less of a disagreement and more of a fight where I almost killed him. I didn’t want to kill him so instead I left. My best friend Jace, another pack member, is keeping an eye on Faye and Ang,” he peeks up at your eyes for a moment before continuing, “I just didn’t want to keep that from you. You deserve to know what you’re getting involved with.” He sits back and looks into your eyes for some kind of acceptance.
You reach over the table, putting your hand in Walter’s before speaking up. “Thank you for telling me, Wolfie. I appreciate you bringing me in on what you’re dealing with. It can’t be easy missing your daughter like that,” you reassure him, knowing that it’s your turn to open up, “I told you a bit about my ex-fiance, James Syverson, but you should probably know that I was the one who broke off our engagement.”
Walter nods for you to continue.
“Our relationship was always pretty fast. We got together while he was home for a bit from active duty. And then, we were making plans to get married. I wasn’t upset about that because I thought he was ‘my Sy’, ya know? But then, everything came crashing down right before he was deployed again. He wanted to get me pregnant so badly. I wasn’t ready to be all alone with this little life inside of me that wouldn’t know their father until he came home.”
Bad manners be damned, you pick up another slice of bacon and chew while you speak, “We just couldn’t see eye to eye on that and in the end, I gave him back his ring and told him that I didn’t want to be an Army wife and have our kids be without a father for the most part. I broke up with him just before he deployed and I still feel awful about it. But, I mean, he did expect me to fall in line and I’m just not a soldier. I had my own plans for how things were supposed to go and it was much slower than what he had in mind. That being said, it’s kind of funny that I met a werewolf less than a year later and after one night, he may have gotten me pregnant. Not exactly in my plans, but for some reason, I’m not afraid to see what happens. And that is new for me so all I ask for is a little patience.”
You sit back in your chair, looking down at your plate, half-eaten and surely cold by now. You feel overwhelmed after talking about Sy, you still feel like shit for not giving him what he wanted. For so long, you thought he was your everything. You wanted to make him happy, but you chose your own happiness in the end. And that had been the hardest decision that you had ever made.
You are still in your head when you register Walter kneeling at the side of your chair and turning you face him before he speaks to you. “Tell me what you need.”
You look down at him and smile, his bright eyes are focused on you and his hands are soothing at your waist. You reach your hands to his face, cradling his bearded jaw before leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. You lean your forehead against his and sigh.
“I just need you, Wolfie.”
“You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere, Pup.” He pulls you from your chair and into his lap so you wrap your arms and legs around him. Holding you tight to his chest, he shifts to sit cross-legged. You enjoy caressing his back while he sighs and kisses your neck. You can’t stop the mewl that escapes your lips at his tender touch.
You pull back and look into each other’s eyes, smiling and wondering if the other is thinking the same thing.
Walter looks at his watch, looking back up to you with hopeful eyes. “I have about an hour before I need to get home and changed for work. How long do you have?”
“I don’t have to be in til 1. We’ve got time,” you offer, tangling a hand in his unruly curls.
Walter stands, holding onto you like a koala bear as he walks to and up the stairs. Getting to your bedroom, he sits down and lays back so you straddle his hips. As you lean up, taking off your shirt, his hands settle on your hips. You can feel how aroused you are for him as he guides your hips to glide over his clothed, yet hardening length.
And that is when your phone decides to ring.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” “Are you serious?” You both speak at the same time and can’t help but laugh.
You reach over to your nightstand for your phone, picking it up to see Olivia’s smiling face greeting you. You answer it and sit back in Walter’s lap.
“Hey, Liv. What’s up?” You put a finger to your lips and Walter nods so you slowly grind your hips into his. Watching his brows furrow as you give him just enough friction to enjoy himself.
“Hey, girl. I was just checking up on you. You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just taking it day by day, you know?” You place a hand on Walter’s abs and glide your fingers through his chest hair. Apparently, he is ticklish and he chuckles despite trying to be quiet.
“Girl...is that your mystery man? Tell him I said hey.”
“Olivia says hey, Walter,” you announce, to which he replies: “Hi, Liv.”
“Well, I won’t keep you. You enjoy yourself, girl. Lord knows you needed it. If he has any cute friends, keep me posted. Talk to you later. Bye, Walter!”
“Bye,” You hang up, tossing your phone back on the nightstand before leaning forward to kiss the grin off of Walter’s face, “Now, where were we?”
He grips your hips and turns you both so he is on top. “I think we were right about here,” he coos, sitting back on his heels and pulling your shorts off, your socks following after. Keeping his jeans on, he slides them just slightly down his thighs.
He takes his time with you, listening to your body telling him what you need. He licks and nips at your neck. Grabbing at your legs, he pushes them back so he can go deeper. He holds on tight to his own orgasm until you have had two of your own. The only sounds in the room are his groans, your moans, and your shared breathing.
Once finished, you lay in bed cuddling until Walter checks his watch again and grumbles to himself. You watch as he gets out of bed and pulls his jeans back up. Grabbing a robe, you follow him down to your living room as he gathers the rest of his clothing.
He puts on his coat and turns to you, unsurprised that you are still watching him. He makes you promise to call him tonight after work. Leaning down, he pecks your lips and retreats a bit before you pull him back in for a steamier kiss. He smiles into it and you smile back.
You see him out and giggle again as you see that he actually did park on your lawn last night. He grimaces and ducks his head but you just scratch behind his ear and he is all smiles again. You watch until he is out of eyesight and then close the door so you can get ready for work.
Work is grueling for the first few hours. Well, one might say grueling, another might say it makes time go by faster. All you know is that you could use a break. Even though you quit smoking, you did miss the built-in ‘breaks’ that habit came with.
Once you sit in your car, you feel the stress of the last four hours ease off your shoulders. Though it lurks outside your car window, ready to jump back in place when you exit.
You scroll through your phone, replying to various emails and checking in with Liv. A notification pops up as a reminder to check your voicemail. Right, Sy had called and left you a message a day ago but you hadn’t opened it yet.
You navigate to the Phone icon, then to voicemail to see Sy’s unread alert. Pressing on the voicemail, you raise the phone to your ear and the message starts.
“Hey, Bug, it’s Sy...but of course, you knew that already. Caller ID, amirite? Anyway, uh, just wanted...wanted to say it was good seeing you today. Yer looking...good. Healthy. Jesus, I swear you’d think I was leaving a damn voicemail for the Queen or something. You remember you used to call me smooth, right? Not anymore, damnit. I just wanted to check in with you, ‘cause I went and got into a scuffle with a wolf out there in the woods. I’m fine, don’t you worry none. He got a couple nips in. But I got him right in the gut. The big bastard should be feeling that for the next few days at least. Hopefully, soon, we can put this wolf business behind us all. That’s all I had to say, I’m getting tired and you’re probably already in bed as it is. This damn message is getting too long, I think. Talk soon, bye now.”
You pulled the phone away from your ear and pressed the button to repeat the voicemail. Yeah, you heard that correctly. Turns out Sy is the one who shot Walter.
And just to make this even a bit more complicated, Walter may have gone and given Sy a bite. A bite that may or may not turn him into a werewolf.
You sit in the driver’s seat and debate just driving home for the day, but you pull up your big girl panties and force yourself to finish your shift. You clocked out and changed before anyone knew what hit them, all but running back to your car to make it home.
Your thoughts run from Sy to Walter and back again so many times, who do you call first? Your ex, who may be struggling through turning right now, OR your boyfriend who doesn’t yet know anything is wrong. Right.
Turning on your car, you let the heat warm up the vehicle while you turn back to your phone. Hitting Sy’s contact, your phone starts to dial him. Three rings and you were just about on the verge of driving out to his house when he picked up.
“Hmph...’lo?” Sy’s sleepy voice sounds downright melodious.
“Oh, my God. Sy, are you ok? I am so sorry I didn’t get your message until now and I had to make sure you were o–“
Sy cuts you off in his confusion. “Bug, it’s...after midnight. You just leaving work?”
“Yeeeeeah, shit. I am so sorry. I just had to make sure you were ok. Getting into fights with wolves and all that, ya know?” The heat permeating your face was enough to make you wish the Earth swallowed you up.
“Wouldn’t say I got into a fight with him. More like, he whooped my ass and I had to shoot him,” he snorts, clearing his throat before speaking again, “Go ‘head and drive home. We can talk while you drive. So you know I’m safe, and I know you’re safe.”
“Yeah, got it,” you pushed the Bluetooth button to take over the call so you could drive and talk at the same time.
The short drive from work to home was just long enough for Sy to reassure you that he was feeling just fine. You made him send you a picture of his bite after you got off the phone. You shouldn’t have been surprised that he would send a fully shirtless pic of him in bed, barely zooming in on the wound on his hip. He looks really good.
The wound looks really good, you shut down whatever your brain decided to get stuck on and ask him for another closer pic.
At least this time, you can only see half of his six-pack and much less of his happy trail. Thank God for small favors. You can see bruising around the bite, but it looks like it barely broke the skin. What does this mean for a werewolf bite? Who knows. But at least, he—the bite looks good.
You text him to keep you posted if he starts to feel feverish or anything, you can remember from movies and television that werewolves tend to feel feverish when they are changing. Is that accurate? Again, who knows?
But, you know who would know?
You respond with a wink face when Sy thanks you for checking up on him. He responds with his signature kissing heart wink face and you refuse to put any more thought into that shirtless man tonight. You shake your head and exit the messaging app to make a call.
One ring and he picks up, “Hey, Pup. You make it home ok? Just thought you were gonna call a bit ago.”
“Hi, Wolfie. Yeah, I made it home ok, baby. I just had quite a night and had to check in on a friend. I…had to check in on James. Seems you two have met. Uh, there’s no easy way to say this, baby–”
“Slow down, just start from the beginning.” Walter’s calm voice cuts you off and you just blurt everything out.
“You may have turned my ex into a werewolf. You bit him, and he shot you. So, can we freak out now or did you have a better time in mind?” You close your eyes, not sure what you were expecting him to say.
“Now is good, I think.”
Ok, I guess you could have predicted that.
To be continued...
A/N: Very sorry that this took about a month to get out, but my mental health was declining and I had to work on a few things.
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Revisiting a distant memory but its ex lovers with Price. Maybe some yearning? And incorporating "for the old times sake"? Thanks and happy writing!
1k game here - no more please!
GOD this one is hard!! i lovelovelovelove second chance romances (it's my favorite romance trope lol) but i really have absolutely no idea if i'm any good at writing them :')
2k of price x reader ft. reader mourning her marriage at a friend's wedding and price trying to be a good future ex-ex-husband. (btw this is laswell's wedding so we're all pretending that she says "girlfriend" instead of "wife" in game to make this work) no smut!
It's difficult not to drown your glass of wine in one long swallow, the déjà vu an almost overwhelming feeling.
You know it's not fair to Kate, but God did she have to have her wedding in the same venue as yours? Everywhere you look you're reminded of the best day of your life, and the subsequent worst months.
You take a deep breath, and try to shove all thoughts of the past out of your head.
It isn't easy these days. Even though you were the one to ask for the divorce, you've never stopped loving - stopped wanting - John. You feel the loss of him everyday, just like you had the endless weeks and months he spent deployed.
It wasn't the time away that did you in - it was the secrecy of it all. You maintain that you could've made the relationship work had you at least known where he was, or even been afforded texting rights. But it's hard to pretend you're living a normal life when you haven't heard from your husband in six weeks and you have no idea whether he's even alive.
The day Kyle came to the door instead of John, you knew you couldn't stay married to him.
He was lucky - John had been injured and sent Kyle to bring you to the hospital since he was already back on base, but you'd seen the man and broken down into sobs before he'd even managed to get a word out. The poor soldier had tried his best to tell you that your husband was alive and would be fine, but you were inconsolable.
Once you'd realized what was going on you realized the truth of your situation. John's death would break you, and you'd never recover from it.
That moment where you'd thought he was gone... it was like a part of you had died, like grief had swallowed you whole and refused to let go.
You were scared when Gaz finally explained to you what was really going on. And all at once, all the pieces of your life started to click together.
When you served John with divorce papers you told him that you couldn't handle so much time apart anymore, that you wanted more stability in your life than he could give you. But the truth is you were scared, and a growing part of you thought that maybe if you distanced yourself before he got himself killed, the inevitable grief would be easier to swallow.
You think he saw through your bravado and straight to your fear. You've never known John Price to be anything but a fighter, but he hardly hesitated when you gave him the papers with shaking hands. He raised an eyebrow, said are you sure this what you want, love? and hugged you after he signed.
You'd cried more than he had, had sobbed into his chest and clung to him to hold you together. Looking back you're embarrassed of your reaction, but at the time it truly felt like you were cutting off half of your soul.
It still feels like that most days. Sometimes you lie awake at night, haunted by the idea that you've only caused yourself more grief, that you're going to feel hurt and terrible until something or someone kills John, and then you'll have to experience that grief you fear anyways.
But you've made your bed, and now you're laying in it, cold and lonely and missing your husband.
You take a deep breath and a small sip of your wine, try to center yourself. It's difficult not to dwell on your own mistakes - perceived or real - but you're determined not to cry at Kate's wedding. You are not going to be that divorced woman. You simply refuse.
Still, it's a close call. You close your eyes and drain the glass before your fingers stop shaking, and you hate that you've got nothing to do with your hands, nothing to distract yourself with. The deep breaths don't help, and the idea of getting a bit wine-drunk looks more and more appealing.
When you open your eyes again, John stands in front of you, holding a fresh glass out in offering.
He looks good, but you already knew that. It was difficult to look anywhere but him during the service, and he caught you enough times for it to become almost humiliating. You've been telling yourself all night that you could pass the flush in your cheeks off as the heat of an outdoor ceremony, but you know he noticed.
Still, he doesn't look smug about your obvious discomfort. Silver lingings, and all.
You take the offered glass after just a moment, deciding that it might be better to bite the bullet and invite John back into your space rather than keep trying to avoid him all night. It's not like your divorce is a secret - every person in this room saw you two attend countless events together, the tension between you two is probably painfully obvious.
John steps to your side as you take a small sip, heart skipping a beat at the taste of your favorite wine.
"Where did you get this?" It's not what they're serving, or you'd probably already be well on your way to wine drunk.
He smiles softly at you, dimples covered by his beard. "I can't give away all my tricks. Then what would you keep me around for?"
You laugh a little sadly at that, and his smile grows.
Honestly, you've missed John enough that you don't even really mind if he keeps your wine hostage for the rest of the night. You're willing to keep up the facade if he is.
You take another sip and stand a bit straighter, try to prepare yourself for another conversation with your ex-husband. None of them have been easy, but it gets less and less painful to see him every time. You know he goes out of his way to make this easier on you, never once showing any hint of animosity. Besides the lack of PDA, he's hardly changed his behavior from when you were actually married.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
He shoots you a look, one that says he remembers exactly how much you always hated small talk, but he indulges you. "It's a beautiful ceremony."
"It is."
He cocks an eyebrow. "But...?"
You sigh, gesturing with your glass as the wine loosens your tongue just enough for you to be a little too honest with your ex-husband. "It's all a little too familiar, isn't it? I mean, I haven't been back here since our... well, you know."
He snorts. "Yes, I do remember our wedding day."
You flush, elbowing him playfully. "Don't tease."
His smile is familiar, everything you've missed from him, when he looks down at you. "Can't help it, love." He lifts a hand, one big palm cupping your cheek and running a thumb over the apple of it. "You're just too pretty when you blush."
You can't help but close your eyes, leaning into his rough palm a bit. God, you miss him so much. Having him here, feeling his touch, and knowing that you'll go home tonight to an empty bed...
It's almost too much. The tears come entirely against your will.
"Oh, sweetheart," he coos, other hand cupping your cheek and thumbing away your tears. You blink up at him, free hand wrapping loosely around his wrist.
His eyes bore deeply into yours, and you see everything you feel reflected there. The memories, the pain, the yearning, the love that just refuses to dissipate.
"John," you whisper, voice shaky.
His head dips forward just enough to rest your foreheads together, breaths mingling. Despite the music still playing and the sound of conversations all around you, you can't help but feel like the world begins and ends with the man in front of you.
That's always what John has been for you - everything. Even now, months after your separation, you haven't figured out how to live in a world that isn't defined by John Price. You're not sure you really want to.
"Oh, love," he sighs, grip just firm enough to make you feel held. "When are you coming home?"
You bite your lip to hold back a sob, face crumpling. John coos a little, pressing forward just enough to kiss the tip of your nose and using his thumb to coax your lip from between your teeth.
"It's alright," he soothes, rubbing soft circles into the indention your teeth left in your lipstick. "We don't have to talk about it now, alright? You can take all the time you need. I'm a patient man."
You nod a little, taking in another deep breath. His patience was always something you'd admired, considering your own patience is horribly short. You can't stand to wait, and despite the many times he'd try to help you see the beauty in delay (both in and out of the bedroom), you'd only become frustrated.
Like now. Here John stands, poised and put together and nowhere near tears, and you're the exact opposite. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't one of the main reasons you fell for him in the first place - he's always balanced you out where you need it most.
You take another gulp of your wine, the glass half gone already. John chuckles a little as he stands up, hands shifting to rest on your upper arms and giving you a comforting squeeze. "Might have to get you another glass sooner than I expected."
You consider him for a moment, thoughts slow but a bit erratic, and then drain the rest of the glass in one go.
His eyes widen a bit as you nearly slam the glass onto a table, looking up at him with determination.
"No more wine - for now - but how about a dance?"
You wouldn't be asking if you hadn't had three glasses of wine already. But you have, and you're just inebriated enough to say screw it. As long as you don't wake up next to John tomorrow, nothing you do at the reception can really hurt your progress in getting over him too much.
But God when he smiles at you like that, soft and loving and just sweet, you want to forget completely about the divorce and go back to the life you'd had.
Stress and fear and separation pains regardless, you want John Price with every bone in your body. But you can't help that your mind convinces you otherwise, whispers all the reasons being with him can only lead to pain.
He shakes you out of your musings by offering a hand, stepping away just enough to make you reach for him.
"For old time's sake?" He asks when you take his hand, letting him pull you onto the dance floor with the other couples happily dancing together.
You nearly giggle at the poor excuse, knowing you can both see right through it. Still, you agree with him.
"For old time's sake."
You both know it's a lie, know that there's something more to a slow dance at a wedding, but you're not ready to say it yet. For now you'll hide behind the mask of nostalgia for better days.
Someday you'll be able to move forward. But that's a mission for post-wedding you to figure out, a plan for future-you to construct. Wedding-you, almost-wine-drunk-you is more than happy to let your ex-husband tug you close and trail his hands almost inappropriately low on your waist.
You tell yourself that you can worry about John's words, about his tone and his touchiness, in the morning.
For now, you bask in the presence of the love of your life, and try not to think about how much it will hurt when you leave him all over again at the end of the night.
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Now that we have come to the end of the drama... Drama vs. Webtoon time!
I'm going to do this one a little differently, head to head, did the drama or the webtoon do it better in Marry My Husband?
Drama did it better! ML's Original Death
So in the webtoon, Ji-hyuk goes to Ji-won's funeral and then just offs himself by walking into the sea. It's not super clear why, like he barely knew Ji-won, and it felt really pathetic. I preferred the car accident.
Webtoon did it better! Su-min killing Min-hwan's mom
This didn't even come close to happening in the drama, but Su-min comes home to find the MIL from Hell having a stroke and then just turns around and leaves her on the floor. When it looks like she might recover, Su-min injects air into her veins and she dies. Su-min goes to prison for this as she doesn't kill her husband. Anyway, the drama showed us MIL very sad after her son's death, but I preferred this ending since she spent so long abusing Ji-won in the original timeline.
Drama did it better! Not So Much Love Triangle
Poor Eun-ho spent a lot more time pining after Ji-won in the webtoon. Happy that he got resolution there. Also, never felt like Eun-ho had a chance in the drama which I preferred.
Webtoon did it better! Eun-ho & Hui-yeon
I couldn't believe how little screen time these cuties got! Give me Hui-yeon proposing (at least she confessed first), give me them being in love! Why was Eun-ho not in the time-jump scene at the end?
Toss-up: Mr. Lee & Mrs. Yang
I liked the character of Mr. Lee better in the drama, but I liked Mrs. Yang's story better in the webtoon. Mr. Lee is way too nice in the webtoon, I liked his supportive and yet kind of rude persona in the drama. However, I wanted more of their story, in the webtoon Mrs. Yang's ex tries to kidnap their daughter as leverage, which is stopped, and then Mr. Lee has a very cute relationship with Mrs. Yang's daughter, who asks her mom if she'll marry Mr. Lee. We didn't really get any confirmation that they would end up together in the drama!
Drama did it better! Min-hwan's ending
Was it so satisfying to see him get the same ending he gave to Ji-won? Yes it was. In the webtoon, he sabotages his own car hoping that Su-min will die and he'll get the inheritance money. But then he drives his car to see his mom (after her stroke) and drives off a bridge. I liked this ending better.
Drama did it better! Mains as Parents
I felt like the webtoon went a little too far in making Ji-hyuk the only providing parent. I'm all for women working, but it just seemed unrealistic to me. I liked seeing both of them exhausted on the couch with their twins.
Toss-up: Plots that I Didn't Love
I really disliked Yu-ra in the drama, who I guess had to be included so she could take Ji-hyuk's fate. I think the webtoon was smart to cut her and I found her really annoying and over the top. However, I also didn't love the plot in the webtoon where Ji-won catfishes both Su-min and Min-hwan so that she can reproduce the betrayed by a friend thing. So I guess they both struggled with the third act.
Webtoon did it better! ML Doesn't Inherit
In the webtoon, Ji-hyuk decides to run his own security company and Ji-won continues at the original company. I guess the drama preferred a super rich power couple, but the webtoon was better in that way for me. I didn't love Ji-won becoming a stereotypical rich wife with a charity...
Webtoon did it better! MORE CAT
Pang (mold) the cat has a whole chapter from his POV in the webtoon. It was so cute!
Drama did it better! The Family Dinner
Honestly, I didn't think anything could top the webtoon's family dinner where Ji-won shows up in her revenge get-up, but I just loved Ji-won flipping Min-hwan so much!
Lastly, the drama really made Min-hwan and Su-min great characters. All the awards for Su-min's actress especially. Those two really came alive in a way that the webtoon just didn't do.
(and yes, I know the drama was based on the original webnovel but I'm not reading that, I like webtoons, and both are adaptations so fair comparison).
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Hold My Hand
Character(s): Frankie “Catfish” Morales , Reader (female, second person POV)
Summary: For years, you have been in love with Frankie. Everyone else saw it, except him, and you never had the courage to tell him how you truly felt. Instead, you stuck by his side even when it hurt. And after Colombia, he hadn’t been the same. You knew he had demons (being a veteran and all), but this... This was different. Would Frankie finally open his eyes and realize that the woman he was meant to be with had been right in front of him all along?
Word Count: 6,653
Author's Note: This is my first time writing this character, so if I’m a bit off, please let me know and give me some feedback! Anyway, I have been obsessed with Frankie and it might very well be my favorite character that Pedro has ever played. I hope you all enjoy this story. Enjoy and happy reading! (also this story may or may not be very loosely inspired by my own relationship with my partner).
Warning: Mentions of death, killing, violence.
(song: Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga)
Present day
Francisco “Catfish” Morales. The man who had your heart. The man who you would do anything for. The man who had absolutely no clue how you felt. You had met Frankie and the rest of his group of friends five years ago and since then, you had always been by his side.
You had seen him at his worst, at his best, even when he had proposed to, gotten married to, and had a child with his now ex-wife. Through it all, you pushed aside your love for him because you didn’t want to ruin such a great friendship you had with the man. After all, Frankie was your best friend.
But now? Now, there was just something different about him. After his so-called “boys trip” with Will, Santiago, Benny, and Tom, he had been different. When you tried to pry out some information from the other men, no one gave you any details. They all stuck to the same story. You had thought asking Benny would be the way to go, but even he was tight-lipped, which made you wonder what this boys trip really was.
The men had always come by where you worked (a hole-in-the-wall bar nearby a military base, which meant most of your patrons were either active duty or retired veterans). They always came by Wednesday night, every week, the same table, the same drinks, the same food. Their routine hadn’t changed, until the boys trip. Their weekly get-togethers became less frequent and you hadn’t seen Tom in so long. Even when you hung out with Frankie, all he wanted to talk about was how your life was going and his son, Mateo. While you didn’t mind, you missed him, missed the way he would smile and a dimple on the right side of his cheek would appear, missed the way his laughter would fill your heart, causing you to laugh too.
“Hey, you there?” Frankie asked from over the phone, pulling you from your thoughts.
“What? Yeah, sorry. Got a lot on my mind.”
“Hm,” was all he said. “Are you working today?”
“Like always. Are you and the guys coming?”
“Oh, is it Wednesday?”
You could tell his mind was elsewhere. He was distracted. Frankie had noticed that his sense of time was all over the place, probably because he barely got any sleep these days.
“Last I checked, yeah.” You bit your lower lip. “Still having trouble sleeping?”
Frankie huffed. “I’ll be fine.”
“You keep saying that.”
“I’m managing.”
“Are you though?”
You could hear Frankie curse under his breath, which probably wasn’t a good idea on his end since he was holding the phone so close to his mouth. “Listen, I gotta go.”
“Wait,” you sighed. “I’m sorry if I pushed. I just–”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Frankie–”
“Gotta go.”
Before you could even object, he had already hung up the phone. You sighed and tucked your phone back into your pocket, standing from the table to head back to work. You hoped that you would see him today, see the rest of the guys actually.
—
Five years ago
You had been working at the bar for a little over six months, moving to a new state for a new start. It was tough in the beginning, but you had come to enjoy the adventure that it brought. You had broken up with your long-term boyfriend after realizing that he hadn’t wanted to settle down, have kids– ultimately, you both just wanted different things. It hurt in the beginning, but the distance helped. Being in a new city where no one knew you alleviated most of the emotions you had felt when the breakup first happened.
And the bar you had been working at was always a fun time. The men and women that came in were either active duty or retired veterans. While there had been a few mishaps that happened with some of the patrons, most of the time, it was calm, quiet, and even respectful.
One Wednesday night, however, changed your entire life. Five men entered the quiet bar, deciding to occupy a table at the corner of the bar. You were taken aback. They were all so good looking in their own respective ways, but one man… One man in particular caught your attention immediately.
“So, y’all coming to watch me fight this Friday or what?” Benny grinned, running a hand through his dark and dirty blonde locks. He was cute, had this boyish attractiveness to him and he definitely looked younger than the rest of the group.
The other blonde-haired man looked over at Benny. Must be his brother, you thought. There were obvious resemblances, but you couldn’t help but notice how this one was a bit older, quieter, more reserved. “Yeah, we’ll be there, Ben.”
There was another man who spoke up and you noticed him standing from his chair. You immediately went back to focusing on cleaning the counter of the bar, trying to act like you weren’t just staring and eavesdropping. He was handsome, alluring, his salt and pepper beard neatly trimmed. He was definitely clean cut, walking towards the bar with a sense of confidence that you found sexy.
“Um, excuse me?” He called out. “Can we get five beers?”
“Oh, sure. Of course. Keep the tab open or close out?”
The man glanced over his shoulder, looking at his friends with a smile. “Yeah, let’s keep it open.” He handed you his card and you took it without hesitation, turning your back to him to swipe his card.
“You new here?” You heard him ask.
After ringing up the drinks, you turned back to him and handed him his card. Then, you grabbed five glasses to fill with beer.
“Yeah, but bartending has been something I’ve always done. Even back home,” you replied with a smile.
“Oh, so this isn’t home?”
You shook your head. He was friendly, easy to talk to, and it helped that he was also nice to look at. “California’s home.”
“So, why Florida? Weather’s kind of the same, lots of beaches…”
“Relationship ended.” You said, handing him the glasses. “But I’m happier here.”
“Well, I’m Santiago. You can call me Santi, or Pope,” he smiled. “If you ever need a tour guide, I’d be happy to be of service.”
You blushed, glancing over his shoulder to the table with his friends. They were watching you, but you couldn’t help but find yourself staring a bit longer at the man with a cap.
“Pope?” You said with a smile.
“It’s my callsign,” he replied. “Was in the service.”
You nodded in understanding. “Makes sense. Bar near a military base.” You smiled, telling him your name. “By the way, your friends are staring a bit too hard over in this direction.”
Santiago looked over his shoulder and chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “Probably jealous I got to talk to you first.”
“Ah, I see. This was all part of your plan, come over here, sweet talk the bartender?”
He laughed quietly, glancing over at you. “Damn, you caught me.”
Looking over his shoulder again, your eyes met the man who was wearing a hat. You could tell that his dark curls were sticking out from underneath and he had this mysterious way about him. He seemed as reserved as the older, blonde-haired man, but you felt a pull towards him. Just something about him.
“You wanna meet ‘em?” Santiago asked. “My friends, I mean.”
“Oh, you know…” You cleared your throat. “It’s fine. I don’t want to impose and–”
“Nonsense,” he smiled. “Guys!” He called over his shoulder, waving them over. Almost immediately, the remaining four stood from their seats and walked over to the counter of the bar. As the man with the hat came closer, you felt your heart beat faster, your cheeks slowly become hot, and all of a sudden, you were now looking at five good looking men.
“This is Will,” Santiago said. Older, dark blonde-haired man.
“Benny, his younger brother.” You were right. They were brothers.
“Tom.” Santiago pointed to the man with dark hair, his beard also tinged with gray. He was the only one wearing a wedding ring, but he had this permanent scowl that you found to be a bit intimidating.
“And this,” Pope said, wrapping an arm around the man with the hat. “This is Frankie.”
Frankie.
He removed his hat, running a hand through his curls and he looked at you with such soft eyes, big, and brown that had you captivated instantly. He gave you a small smile and you noticed the dimple on his right cheek, right underneath the patchiness of his beard.
“Nice to meet you guys,” you said, trying not to act too obvious that you were obviously more interested in one man.
“She’s new to Florida. I figure we can show her around.” Santiago said, handing each man a glass. “You know, show her not the touristy areas.”
“Santi,” Frankie mumbled.
“What?” he replied.
Benny grinned. “That sounds like fun. I’m in. I’ve got a fight this Friday, you should come.”
You glanced over at Benny, watching him take a swig of his beer. He was leaning against the counter of the bar, flashing you a smile that felt welcoming and inviting.
“A fight?” You asked.
“MMA,” Will responded.
Your eyes widened, a small grin slowly appearing on your lips. “MMA? I’m in.”
Santiago arched his brow. “Are you a fan?”
“Huge fan,” you nodded. “Brings back a lot of memories with my grandpa.”
“Sounds like a good man with taste,” Benny chuckled. “Here.” He grabbed a napkin and a pen from over the bar and wrote down the details: the time and location. You looked down at the napkin and smiled, pocketing it into the front of your pants.
“I’ll be there.”
Benny smiled. Tom, on the other hand, was the one who interrupted the conversation by saying, “guys, we should probably head back, let the girl do her job.”
You cleared your throat, nodding in agreement. “It was great meeting you guys. If you need a refill, just let me know.” You turned your attention once the door to the bar opened, noticing two men entering and taking a seat at one end of the bar. You excused yourself, walking over to them to take their orders.
“She’s nice,” Santiago said, following the guys to the table. “You think she’s really gonna show up on Friday?”
Frankie shrugged. “I’m willing to bet she was just being nice. You know, customer service and all of that.”
Benny rolled his eyes. “Seemed like genuine interest to me.”
“Will, back me up here,” Frankie added.
Will shrugged. “I don’t know, Fish,” he chuckled. “Hard to argue when her interest in the sport seemed very sincere.”
“Tom?”
Tom didn’t respond, just sipping from his beer.
“What’s the big deal, Fish?” Santiago asked. “She’s nice, she’s new to the area. Seems to me like she needs some friends.”
Frankie didn’t respond. He glanced over in your direction, taking note of how your smile lit up the entire room. There was something he hadn’t felt before, right in the pit of his stomach as he watched you move from behind the bar, making the drinks for the other patrons that had come in.
“You got a crush, Fish?” Benny teased, letting out a quiet chuckle.
“What?” Frankie whipped his head towards the younger man, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. “Just distracted, is all.”
“She is single,” Santiago grinned. “And she didn’t show me much interest.”
“You tried hitting on her?” Frankie asked, feeling a sudden sense of protectiveness wash over him. He hadn’t even said anything to you, just a simple wave when Santiago introduced you, but there was a pull he found himself fighting. He didn’t even know you, yet he wanted to… It had been a long time since he had shown any interest in anyone.
“I wasn’t hitting on her, Fish, jesus.” Santiago sighed. “I was just being nice, that’s all.”
“You’re wound up tight,” Tom chimed in. “And you didn’t even say anything to her. Next round, you should go up there and order for us.”
Frankie shook his head. “I’m good.”
The rest of the men chugged their beers, looking over at Frankie with smirks written on their lips. “We’d like another, Fish,” Benny grinned.
“Hey, I still have mine to drink,” he replied.
“Easy fix,” Benny smiled, reaching for Frankie’s drink and downing the contents. “Now, go on.”
Frankie rolled his eyes. “You guys are assholes.”
The remaining four men erupted in a fit of laughter. When Frankie stood up, he straightened out his shirt and removed his hat to fix his hair before placing the cap back on top of his head. He exchanged a look with Santiago, noticing how the other man maintained a knowing smirk on his lips.
“Dale,” Santiago whispered. “Go.”
Frankie took a deep breath and walked over in your direction. He didn’t know why he was nervous, but when you turned to face him, a smile on your face, he felt himself suddenly relax.
“Frankie,” you smiled. “You guys went through those fast.”
Frankie shrugged, biting his lower lip as he nodded. “Yeah, can we get another?”
“Of course. On the same card?”
“Yeah, same card. Drinks are on Santi tonight.”
“You guys seem like a tight knit group,” you noticed, grabbing five glasses and one by one, filling the contents. You still maintained conversation, looking up at him. “Lots of history there?”
Frankie nodded, taking a seat at the bar across from you. “We all served together.”
“Ah, so all of you are retired veterans?”
“That’s right,” he replied. “Santiago mentioned earlier that you’re new here?”
You smiled to yourself. Frankie was listening. “I am, yeah.”
“Where are you from originally?”
“California.”
“What’s wrong with California?” he smiled, feeling himself begin to relax as he continued to talk to you.
“Ex-boyfriend.”
Frankie arched his brow. “Ah. Bad breakup?”
“Something like that.” You set the glasses on the counter of the bar in front of him, looking up at him. He was staring at you, his eyes piercing through you as everything around you seemed to disappear. All you could notice, could see, was him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You okay?”
Ugh, he’s sweet. Your heart raced even further. You barely knew this man and here he was, showing genuine concern over your wellbeing. “Yeah, it was my decision. We wanted different things, wasted a lot of my years being unhappy, so moving to Florida without much of a plan seemed like a good idea.”
“And is it?” Frankie asked. “A good idea?”
“So far? It’s been challenging, but just what I needed.”
He smiled at that. Frankie liked the fact that you seemed so motivated, determined to make something of your life. You had noticed that life in California was no longer serving you and while plenty of people would have settled for the sake of being afraid of change, here you were, jumping feet first into the unknown. He liked it.
“This might be too forward, but–”
“I was thinking–”
Both of you let out a quiet laugh, looking into each other’s eyes.
“You go ahead,” Frankie said.
You smiled. Since moving to Florida, you had stepped out of your comfort zone, doing things you had never thought you’d ever do. And this moment? You were going to take the first step and ask him for his number.
“Can I get your number?” You asked quietly.
Frankie’s eyes slightly widened at that. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. In fact, he had thought that maybe you were interested in Santiago, Will, or Benny, but him? He didn’t see the appeal.
“Oh, um…” he began, hesitating.
You felt embarrassed, immediately shaking your head. “You know what, I don’t know what I was thinking. We barely know each other and–”
“I should probably get these beers to the guys,” he interrupted. Frankie didn’t know why he didn’t just give his number, maybe it was the fact that he had a lot of baggage that he didn’t want to share with anyone. This isn’t to say, though, that he wished he had the courage to just give it to you.
“Right, sorry,” you sighed. “It was nice talking with you, Frankie.”
“Yeah, it was nice,” he smiled. “See you Friday?”
You bit your lower lip, thinking back to Benny’s invitation for the fight night. You were a woman of your word and while you felt highly embarrassed, you still decided to go. “See you Friday.”
And every Friday since meeting Frankie, Santiago, Will, Benny, and Tom, you had spent it with them, watching Benny fight. While the first conversation with Frankie had been awkward and embarrassing, every week your friendship blossomed and it had taken him three months to finally give you his number.
—
Three years later
You were spending Friday night with the guys again. For the past three years since meeting them, you had felt like you were now an honorary member of their group. Each of them had their own personality, differing from each other, but Frankie… Frankie was the one you were closest to.
It was easy when it came to talking to him. He made you laugh, made you smile, and his efforts to always try to cheer you up when you had a bad day was welcoming, inviting, and it had been a long time since you had felt this way.
But for three years, you were in denial of the feelings you had for him. Everyone in the group, however, noticed it long before you had. The way you and Frankie would hang out (just the two of you), the inside jokes you two shared, the look of longing you had whenever you were with him. It wasn’t until when something unexpectedly happened that it opened your eyes to the reality of your friendship with him.
You were in love with this man, in love with Frankie.
It was a Friday night. As usual, you and the rest of the guys were sitting in the front row, waiting for Benny to walk out to the cage. He had been on a winning streak lately and you were all so excited of the possibility that he may become something more than just an underground MMA fighter.
Before Benny’s music came on, your phone rang. So, you excused yourself from the group and walked towards the back of the room where it was less quiet. Frankie had looked over his shoulder to watch you, both of you locking eyes. He let a smile line his lips and you nodded in his direction, letting him know that you were okay.
But the moment you heard your mother’s voice on the other end, your smile faltered and tears instantly pricked your eyes.
“What?”
“Grandpa’s – He’s gone,” you heard your mom say. “It was a heart attack. We need you to come home, baby.”
“But… I just talked to him a couple of days ago. He said he was fine, he sounded fine, he –”
“Come home,” your mom repeated, hearing her sniffle on the other end.
“Okay, mom. I’ll – I’ll figure it out. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
Once you got off the phone with your mom, you wiped your tears away and walked back towards the group. This was one fight night that you would have to miss and you knew Benny would understand.
“Hey, Benny’s about to –”
“I can’t stay,” you replied to Santiago.
“Is everything okay?” You heard Frankie ask. His brows were furrowed together and his eyes had softened a great deal.
“N – No,” you whispered, tears slowly falling from your eyes. “My grandpa… He died and I just have to get home. I have to book a flight and pack and–”
All of the guys knew how close you were to your grandpa. So without hesitation, they all understood, all muttered their condolences. But it was Frankie that had taken that extra step. He reached for you and pulled you into a tight hug, his strong arms wrapping around your frame. Resting your head against his chest, you let yourself cry, despite the loud crowd erupting in cheers when Benny walked out.
“Let me take you,” Frankie said. “I can fly you to California.”
“Fish,” Santiago said. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“You guys should leave tonight. Benny will understand. We’ll let him know after his fight,” Will said, his hand rubbing your back comfortingly.
“Go,” Santiago said.
“Frankie, I can’t –”
“It’s not up for debate. I’m taking you.” He pulled back, looking down at you once more with those soft eyes. It was in that moment you felt your heart skip a beat; the way he was looking at you and the way he was willing to drop everything to make sure you got home… You loved this man.
You grabbed your things while Frankie said goodbye to the rest of the guys. Santiago pulled him in for a hug and you saw him whisper something in Frankie’s ear, which caused the other man to nod once he pulled away. After he said his goodbyes, you hugged each and every one of them. They all held you tighter and longer than normal and you felt like you could have broken down all over again.
Santiago pulled back to look at you, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away with a swift motion of his thumbs. Everyone felt like your big brother. Everyone except Frankie.
“Call us when you get there, okay?”
You nodded. “I’m sorry I can’t stay and–”
“Stop,” he said with a small smile. “Frankie will take care of you.”
“I know,” you replied. “I just–”
“You be there for family,” Santiago interrupted. “And we’ll be here, waiting for you to come back.”
“I love you guys,” you whispered, your voice shaky and tears threatening to spill over again.
Santiago smiled and kissed your forehead before letting you go. You turned around and noticed Frankie with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting patiently, but that look of concern was permanent on his features. Once you both left the building, he brought you over to his car and before he could unlock it, Frankie grabbed your hand and pulled you to him.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered.
You nodded, your arms wrapping around him tightly. Being in his arms like this felt normal, felt like you belonged there. The feeling he gave you was nothing like you ever experienced before.
It was a couple of hours into the flight when Frankie spoke. He had been focused on piloting the small plane that he hadn’t checked in to see how you were doing.
“So, I was thinking I can get a hotel once we get to California.”
“What?” You asked, looking over at him. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I wanna be there for you,” he said, glancing over at you. “Besides, how else are you gonna get back to Florida?”
“Hm, maybe just buy a plane ticket and –”
Frankie shook his head. “And spend all that money when you got a pilot as a friend?”
You sighed. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He reached out to rest a hand over yours. “We look out for each other, you know? Make sure that the other person is okay.”
“Thank you,” you said, biting your lower lip. This wasn’t the first time he had rested a hand over yours, but this was the first time that you felt the love you had for him.
“Do you wanna meet my family?” You asked hesitantly.
Frankie squeezed your hand before letting it go to rest it back onto the steering of the plane. “Is that gonna be okay?”
“I have talked about you and the guys, so you won’t be a complete stranger.”
Frankie smiled. “Hm, you’ve been talking about us, huh? What have you been saying?”
Despite the circumstances, Frankie managed to make you smile. “It’s a secret.”
Frankie didn’t push any further. He just gave you a single nod before turning his focus ahead of him. You didn’t know if you were ready to get back home, especially now that your grandpa wasn’t going to be there to welcome you. It hurt to know that the man who had always been there for you was now gone. He was a big part of your life and it just didn’t seem real that he wasn’t going to be here anymore.
Later that night after you got to California, Frankie had gotten a rental car to drive you to your childhood home. You had been quiet the entire drive, aside from the quiet sniffles he heard. Once again, he reached over for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “You’ve been quiet. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
You shrugged, keeping your eyes and attention out the window as you watched the houses pass as he continued to drive. “I’m just gonna miss him, that’s all…”
Frankie sighed. He never was good at talking about emotions or feelings, that was more up Will’s alley, but seeing you like this when you were usually always so positive, hurt and he wasn’t sure why he was feeling this way. Maybe because you were just a really good friend, but even after plenty of talks with the guys and especially Santiago, he had started to wonder if there was something more to this friendship.
And as he continued to drive, all he could hear was Santiago’s voice before you and Frankie left.
“You take care of her,” Santiago whispered, keeping his hold on Frankie as they remained in a hug. “She’s gonna need you.”
“Pope–”
“I’m serious, Fish. Be there for her.”
“I will,” Frankie nodded.
“That woman loves you so much,” he chuckled, pulling away. “I don’t even think she realizes it.”
“She loves all of us, man.”
“Yeah, but not in the way that she loves you.”
Frankie glanced over at you once he pulled up to your childhood home. He put the car in park and couldn’t help but notice that you hadn’t even looked in his direction the entire drive. He wasn’t sure if what Santiago said was true, but he knew that he couldn’t cross that boundary with you, and he certainly wasn’t going to take a chance on something that was possibly far from the truth.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “I’ll be right here with you, okay?”
When you finally turned to look at him, Frankie noticed your eyes were red and your lips were the opposite of what he was used to. You weren’t smiling. You weren’t happy. You were grieving and Frankie didn’t know how to handle that.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”
“I’m staying.”
“There’s gonna be a lot of people crying.”
Frankie shrugged. “It’ll be fine.” He didn’t want to admit to you that death had been something he had gotten used to. Being in the military, he had seen his fair share of dead bodies, had lost plenty of friends along the way, and he had become numb to it. “Come on…”
You nodded and climbed out of the car. Once Frankie was standing in front of you, you immediately wrapped your arms around him, crying into his chest as he held you. He didn’t like seeing you like this, didn’t enjoy the feeling in the pit of his stomach that gave him a clear understanding that his feelings for you were not just something a friend would feel towards another. This was different.
And throughout the weekend, Frankie had become part of your family almost instantly. Despite the constant crying from your other family members and especially from you, he had been your anchor, keeping you grounded. He had met your parents, met your grandma, and it almost felt like he belonged here, with you.
“Grandpa would have loved him,” you heard your mom say, watching as Frankie and your grandma were talking with each other.
“I think so too,” you replied. When your mom wrapped her arm around you, you leaned in almost immediately. “He’s great, the rest of the guys are.”
Your mom smiled, looking down at you and back towards Frankie and your grandma. Frankie had managed to make her laugh and while you weren’t sure what they were talking about, you found yourself so enamored with the way he was so gentle and so caring towards her.
“You love him,” your mom said.
“What?” You asked, shaking your head. “No way. He’s just a really good friend.”
“You’re lying to yourself, honey.”
“Mom,” you sighed. “We’ve known each other for three years, so of course we’re gonna get close and –”
“I’ve never seen you look at a man like that,” she said. “Not even with your previous relationship and I thought you were gonna marry the guy.”
You rolled your eyes. “Mom, Frankie’s just a friend. Besides, even if I did love him, I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“But what if he loves you too?”
You arched a brow. “He doesn’t.” But that would certainly change things. “We’re just friends.”
“Sure,” she chuckled, kissing your temple. “If your grandpa was here, he’d tell you the same thing.”
“I miss him, a lot,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes again. “Hard to believe that he isn’t here anymore.”
“I know,” she sighed. “I know.”
Frankie had glanced over in your direction, flashing you a small smile before he turned his attention back to your grandma. Your mom noticed this and smiled, gently nudging you. “He’s a good one.”
You nodded in agreement, “he is.”
Once you had said goodbye to everyone, you and Frankie were making your way back to the airport. It had been a weekend filled with a lot of tears, but also plenty of laughter as you and your family reflected on the moments you had with your grandpa. It also helped to have Frankie with you and seeing how he so easily fit in with your family made you reflect on what your mom had said.
“But what if he loves you too?”
—
Present day
You were anticipating the guys coming to the bar, like they always had, but every time the door opened and it wasn’t them, you were met with disappointment. You didn’t know when everything changed, but you did have an idea that it might have had to do with their “boys trip” to Colombia.
Throughout the rest of your shift, neither guys had shown up. So, when you had clocked out and left the bar, you made a note to visit Santiago. If anyone would tell you what’s going on, it would be him. It was late, but you knew that the guys had trouble sleeping, the cause of it due to being in the military.
After twenty minutes, you parked your car along the curb to see Frankie’s car in the driveway as well. Confused, you walked up to the front door and knocked on it twice. It wasn’t long before Santiago opened the door and a confused, yet surprised, look spread across his features.
“Santi,” you said.
“You okay?” He asked. “It’s late and –”
“We gotta talk.”
“Now’s not a good time.”
Then, you heard Frankie’s voice.
“I think now’s the perfect time.”
Santiago sighed and nodded, opening the door even further to let you in. Once inside, you walked towards the living room to see the rest of the guys – not only Frankie – sitting at the couch.
“Wow,” you said. “So, this is where you guys go now.”
Frankie cleared his throat. Will and Benny looked at each other before turning their attention to you.
“We were going to stop by, but–”
“I don’t care if you guys don’t come to the bar,” you sighed, interrupting Benny. “But what I do care about is why in the hell you guys are acting so differently.”
Santiago had entered the room, leaning against his bookshelf. He glanced at the rest of the guys and sighed. He had to speak first.
“Nothing’s going on,” Santiago said. “We just – It’s been a year since Colombia and we all just wanted to talk about it.”
“Ah, your boys trip. Where’s Tom, then? I haven’t seen him.”
The guys shared a look. It was a sad one. A look of regret, of disappointment, of failure.
“Okay, I get it. You don’t wanna share the details, that’s fine. I’m not going to pry, but I just –” you sighed, your eyes falling on Frankie as you continued. “I just care about you guys and want to make sure you’re all okay.”
“We’re fine,” Will said. “It’ll be fine.”
“But –”
Benny shouted. He had been four drinks in and was definitely feeling the effects of alcohol. “You don’t know what we’ve been through, what we’ve seen, what we’ve had to do! So please,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t act like you can fix us.”
You cleared your throat. You weren’t expecting that and you were about to say something before Frankie stood up.
“Let’s talk outside.”
“No,” you shook your head. “I’m okay. I didn’t mean to come in here and act like I wanted to fix you guys, so I apologize if it seemed that way. I do care about you all and I just – You’ve always been there for me. I figure I should at least return the favor, especially when I can visibly see how much all of you are hurting.”
Will gently shoved Benny, shaking his head. “Don’t listen to him,” he replied. “He’s not – We’re not okay, but we will be.”
You always knew Will to be the honest one out of the group and you gave him a nod in appreciation. You glanced over at Santiago and Frankie, biting your lower lip.
“I’m just gonna go.”
Santiago called your name with a quiet sigh. “Listen, if we could tell you, we would.”
“I know,” you whispered. You spared another glance at Frankie, watching him sit back down. “Have a good night. I’ll see myself out.”
You didn’t bother to wait for a response. Instead, you turned on your heel and left Santiago’s house, shutting the door quietly behind you. Once you were in your car, you felt tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You let out a shaky breath and pulled away from the curb, making your way back to your apartment.
“You should go check up on her,” Will said to Frankie after you had left.
“Why me?”
Santiago and Will shared a look, but it was Benny that spoke up.
“Because she loves you, Fish.”
“No,” Frankie said. “If she loved me, why’d she let me get married?”
Santiago shook his head. “Idiota.”
“What?” Frankie asked.
“That woman has been by your side since the moment we met her five years ago and you’re telling me that the love she has for all of us is the same love she has for you?” Will replied, quietly chuckling to himself.
“She didn’t want to ruin your friendship,” Benny spoke up, grabbing his beer. “She didn’t want to ruin something because she never knew how you felt.”
“And let’s be honest,” Santiago added. “You love her too.”
Frankie tightened his jaw. All of the guys were right and it pained him to realize that he had let his fears – and yours – get in the way of what could have possibly been something great.
“She’s one of my best friends,” Frankie replied. “Of course I love her.”
“Maybe,” Santiago said. “But you love her more than that.”
“Go get her, Fish.” Will added.
“She’s not gonna wait forever.” Benny chimed in.
“She waited five years and watched you marry someone else… There’s gonna come a time, Fish, where she realizes that it might be better to move on,” Santiago finished. “You really gonna let her get away?”
Frankie glanced over at Santiago. All he could think about was the endless amount of times where you had been there for him and especially the time where he had flown you to California after your grandpa passed away. It was odd to him how easily he fit in with your family and how at home he felt.
Even with his ex-wife, he hadn’t ever felt like that.
But with you? With you, it was different. Frankie felt like he could be himself, like he didn’t have to constantly impress you (or your family). With you, Frankie could let his guard down and be absolutely vulnerable with you and he hadn’t realized how much that meant to him until now, five years later.
“I’m gonna call an Uber,” Frankie finally spoke up.
“Finally!” Benny laughed, a stark contrast of how he had just reacted when you were here.
“Go get her,” Santiago smiled.
“Atta boy,” Will said.
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You had changed into your pajamas, dressed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Your hair was put in a hair clip and you had finished heating up your leftover pizza when you heard a knock at your door. It was well after midnight and you carefully looked at the peephole to see who it might be, but when you saw Frankie standing on your porch, hat sitting on his wavy locks, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, you felt your heart leap at the sight of him.
Slowly opening the door, he raised his eyes to meet yours.
“Hey,” he said. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” you replied, opening the door even further for him to come in. Once he stepped inside, he removed his boots and glanced around your apartment, smelling the aroma of pizza.
“Frankie –”
“Is that –”
Both of you let out a quiet chuckle.
“You go first,” Frankie said.
“What are you doing here?”
Frankie sighed. “Honestly, I don’t know,” he let out a nervous chuckle. “On the ride here, I had an idea of what I was going to say to you, but now… Now I can’t remember.”
“If it has anything to do about earlier with the guys, just know that I –”
“No,” he shook his head. “It isn’t about that. We – We have a lot of baggage and we all know you come from a place of love, but sometimes, we just don’t think we’re deserving of it.”
“Frankie…”
“Why did you let me get married?” He asked abruptly.
“What?” You asked, biting your lower lip. “You were happy. Why wouldn’t I?”
Frankie stepped closer to you. There were plenty of times where he had been so close to you, but this time… This time was different.
“But were you?”
“What are you implying, Frankie?”
He reached out for you, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek. Frankie watched as you leaned against his touch, your eyes falling shut.
“You have always been by my side,” he whispered, taking another step closer to you. Mere inches separated your bodies and his thumb gently caressed you. “No matter what, you were always there.”
You opened your eyes, looking up at him. “Because I care about you, about all of you guys.”
Frankie bit his lower lip nervously. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“Frankie…” you knew what he was referring to, what he was implying and as his thumb brushed along your lower lip, you let it part.
Frankie didn’t reply, but instead leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You melted into him, your arms immediately snaking around his neck as his arms wrapped your waist. He gently lifted you off the ground, moving his lips against yours. Pulling away after a few seconds, he set you back down your feet and looked into your eyes.
“I’m never letting you go.”
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Tears | Johnny Cage and Kenshi Takahashi
Summary: losing a loved one
CW: hurt/comfort, wounds, blood, death
Johnny Cage never cries.
There’s no time for tears in his life. His bustling and glamorous life never gave him time for meaningless emotions to seep through his heart. Even when his beloved wife left his mansion, left his life, he didn’t let himself feel that vulnerability. It wasn’t his fault. Cristina didn’t understand him. She didn’t understand his life. Johnny downed another glass of martini and heard the door of his mansion slammed close, realizing that he was fully alone in the mansion. But it was alright. He believed in himself and his career. Everything is going to be okay and he'll get through this life crisis.
Not until a Japanese ex-Yakuza broke into his security measurements and demanded three-billion dollars worth of ancient katana. And a man who believed himself to be a god of flames and the protector of the world, along with highly-trained assassins with elemental powers came to get them both to train and compete with residents of the world outside. He never asked for this, but here he was, along with his new buddies, going into life-threatening missions to maintain the balance and peace between worlds.
Johnny Cage never cries.
His skull was pounding mercilessly, waking him up unceremoniously in an underground cell. The ground he was laying on was gross and damp, the cobblestones smelled strongly of mold and plants. His body ached, screaming in protest as he slowly brought himself into a sitting position.
Trying to identify his surroundings and recall his previous memories, Johnny remembered the sick princess’ death grip upon his shoulders, ripped mouth and devilishly long fangs threatening to ravage his head clean off, before a man in red pulled her back, distracting the princess. Snapping back into reality, Johnny suddenly jumped, going after his wounded friend, whose eye sockets were filled to the brim with the crimson liquid darker than his coat.
“Kenshi.. God damnit, how’s the pain?”
“Excruciating,” Johnny hated how hoarse the man in red sounded, after holding that kind of pain for God knows how long. It was heavily dripping with hopelessness and self-doubt.
“You saved my life, I won’t forget that.”
Even as Johnny carefully dabbed some pain ointment upon his ripped piece of clothing and draped it around his friend’s eye sockets, he couldn’t shake off the guilt that was slowly crawling into his heart, eating him from the insides. Not even when the ancient katana was given to his friend could ever forgive what he had done.
He wished it would’ve been himself instead.
Johnny Cage never cries.
They were in a dark but lustrous forest, battling against rebelling forest demons who had been killing off the people of Outworld. Johnny knew there wasn’t a time to be joking around when he saw Princess Kitana and Liu Kang, the God of Fire himself joining the battlefield. Empress Mileena, Princess Kitana, and Liu Kang had tried to have a peaceful conversation with them (much to Mileena’s disagreement), but they never heeded it and still slaughtered innocent civilians passing the forest.
During the hunt, they scattered throughout every corner of the forest, determined to put an end to this killing. Johnny was paired up with Raiden, performing efficient long range and melee attacks not to be underestimated. Sparkles of blue electricity danced jerkily amongst the messy red corpses of the forest demons. Burnt by thunder and beaten to pulp, their kind was to be exterminated. What once were bodies the color of soil, now adorned with red and charring black. A burning smell and the disgusting waft of decaying waste emanated from the demons’ bodies and filled the air around them. Despite that, Johnny smirked and put his hands on his hips, looking at Raiden who was wiping his sweaty brow and pinching his nose.
“Perhaps we should check on the others, Johnny. We’ve been here long enough.”
“Yeah, c’mon, Ray-bro, before I puke all over these damned beings.”
Leaving the dead bodies behind, Johnny and Raiden made their way back toward their assembly point with bloody footsteps. As Johnny marched through the dense trees, stepping over fallen trunks, he was 100% confident that him and Raiden would be the first one to get back.
He definitely didn’t expect bumping into Kung Lao.
The man with the razor hat was drenched in sweat, but looked exceptionally pale and out of breath.
“Shit–Raiden! Johnny! This is absolutely terrible..”
Johnny couldn’t miss what Kung Lao was carrying in his arms. An audible gasp left his mouth.
“What happened to Kenshi?! Let me see, Lao, put him down!!” Johnny hastily pried Kenshi off of Kung Lao’s arms and laid him on the ground.
Huge gashes and holes tore at his best friend’s body, a contrasting color with the deathly white of his skin. An obvious sign of the enemies’ doing. The blind swordsman’s head lolled to the side, away from the other’s gaze, unmoving. His lips parted slightly, as if he was simply getting some rest, an eternal one. In the aftermath of the battle, a gentle breeze brushed by, gently swaying Kenshi’s black locks. No matter how loud Johnny called out, doing whatever emergency aids the monks had taught him, deep down, he knew it was futile.
Johnny cracked a desperate smile and shook Kenshi’s lifeless body, “Takahashi, I know you can hear me. I know you’re pretending. Is this some kind of revenge for the pranks I always did to you? If so, you’re doing a terrible job at it, ‘cause this is not. Fucking. Funny. Wake up, you fool…”
He lowered himself onto Kenshi’s chest, pressing his face into it, making his voice sound muffled.
“So selfish, Takahashi, leaving this world earlier than me. In the end, even my own best friend leaves me. Fuck you, Kenshi.”
Today, John Carlton cried.
#mortal kombat 1#mortal kombat#mk1#mortal kombat fanfiction#johnny cage#kenshi takahashi#kung lao#raiden#angst#fanfiction#bad ending#johnshi
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my roman empire is siblings in the scream movies
the riley’s, dewey an older brother who is full of life and happiness and devotes his life to helping people but can’t help his baby sister when she’s brutally murdered by her boyfriend
sidney is there, sidney his sisters best friend, sidney who has been through the same horrors he has and they find comfort in each other, his surrogate little sister. someone who loved tatum just as much as he did. someone to protect and be a big brother for.
then sidney meets her own brother, looses him the same day. roman hurt her, murdered their mother, wanted to kill sid and the people she loved. her family, her blood, her big brother who she never knew. who she didn’t get to have a childhood with.
sidney has to kill him to survive.
dewey is there though, and their family built on tragedy is a family nonetheless. love and laughter and healing. they grow and live and grow apart, like families do.
sid gets married to kincaid and they have their little girls, dewey gets married to gale and their marriage doesn’t last.
dewey is lost in the world, watching his ex-wife on tv like a ritual and forced out of the job that was his salvation.
a young woman shows up on his doorstep, her father is the man who plotted and helped murder dewey’s little sister.
he lets her in anyway.
her own sister is in danger, sam’s little sister who she left to protect, sam’s little sister who she came back for the moment there was danger.
dewey dies saving the carpenter girls from the same fate he suffered, he knows that they will never be the same, he knows that they will forever be scarred, but they will have each other.
the way he had sidney, the way he couldn’t save tatum.
sam and tara fight. they fight the world, they fight theirselves, they fight the people they love, they survive.
they pick up and start over.
sam is terrified that ghostface will come back, terrified of the way she enjoyed killing, terrified of the way the world perceives her, terrified tara will get hurt again, terrified more than anything that she might be the one to hurt tara. her baby sister.
she holds on tight, she protects and she keeps fighting.
her fears come true, everything that she was afraid of comes back with a vengeance.
she’s not a good person. she’s twisted and finds enjoyment in killing, it scares her, she’s scared it will push tara away. the only family sam has, and she might screw it up again.
tara gives her the go ahead. tara smiles as sam pulverizes wayne. killing him, making him pay for the suffering he and his children caused.
the carpenter sisters are both twisted. they’re both incredibly messed up.
but they have what dewey lost, they have what sidney never had.
they have eachother, to stay on track, to love and laugh and grow.
they will survive.
#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#scream 5#scream#scream 6#scream franchise#samantha carpenter#sidney prescott#dewey riley#gale weathers#roman bridger#carpenter sisters#tatum riley
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Hey love I wanted to know if you can do a yandere Shiva x empress reader who had two sons both teenagers however though when she died she turned into this sweet lady however those shoes kind of like Queen Elizabeth II where Queen Elizabeth was in her 20 she was a ruthless woman give out war speeches that's how reader is the only thing about this is that reader was actually on the battlefield with her soldiers and let's just say this her sons are in a battle and they are losing she acts the Valkyries to bring her back to life and Shiva does not know where she is so they go looking for the Valkyries take them to her and she's on the battlefield and her words were after they see her killing an enemy whole words are blood for blood you will not be missed after she ripped it the heart out of her enemy with her bare hands how would yandere Shiva and his wife's react
-When Shiva had first met you, he had no idea that you were a warrior, a queen but instead of sitting on the throne and just looking pretty, you would be out in the fields with your soldiers, leading them and fighting alongside them.
-This is what drew him to you, as he had heard about a newly arrived monarch who was once a great warrior, one that fought in many battles and he wanted to meet them.
-After Ragnarok, Shiva and many other gods had a greater respect for humans, as they were way stronger than the gods initially thought, and after all those who passed were brought back to life, including his rival turned best friend, Raiden, Shiva wanted to fight other strong humans.
-However, when Brunnhilde introduced the two of you, he was a little disappointed seeing that you were a woman, no longer the older woman, reverting back to your prime in your early twenties, however when you greeted him, he could sense power within you.
-You were a sweet person, treating others, especially children, with such gentle kindness, but also speaking to others who have disrespected you or others like a true ruler, commanding their respect, but not talking down to them as if they were beneath you.
-When he brought his wives to come and meet with you after several visits, his wives instantly liked you, finding you witty, polite, sweet, but also you took no crap, you were perfect!!
-The four of them were stunned to learn that you had two sons, who were still alive, both of them wonderful people, making you proud by helping so many others.
-You were flattered by their affection towards you, after spending time with them and all four of them, Shiva, Parvati, Kali, and Durga, all fancied you, as you didn’t care for your husband, as it was an arranged marriage.
-It was the first time you were dealing with others who had genuine affections for you so you were a little hesitant, something they saw, but they found it alluring, finding it cute.
-Shiva was the one to ask you to start dating them, and while you were a little uneasy as he had three wives already, they were all in agreement and you could see that he had enough love for all of them, you included, so you agreed.
-It was the first time that you got to be in a relationship where you were happy and allowed to be happy and enjoy yourself rather than just ‘sit there and look pretty and be silent’.
-Shiva promised you, that if he came across your ex-husband, he would deliver a beat down, after you didn’t want to talk about him so they did their own digging, finding out how cruelly he had treated you, including cheating on you, multiple times.
-Luckily for your ex-husband, he wasn’t worthy to come to Valhalla, so he wasn’t there, but you would check in on your children here and there, making sure your sons were safe.
-Shiva was confused after you failed to meet up with them for a picnic date, as you were never late, it was impolite to be late. Kali was holding her cheek, trying to figure out where you could be, “I remember that she said she was going to check in on her children with that Valkyrie, Brunnhilde. Could she still be there?”
-They sought out Brunnhilde who was watching over a large orb, showing a massive battle and Shiva spoke, “Brunnhilde, do you know where Y/N is?”
-Brunnhilde turned, bowing in greetings to the four of them, “Lord Shiva- Y/N is currently on the screen before you.” They turned, seeing that you were in a large battle, holding a sword.
-Parvati’s hands came to her mouth, “What is she doing?!” Brunnhilde explained, keeping her eyes locked on the screen, “Y/N came to me, asking to see her children, and when she saw them in a losing battle, she requested to be sent back down. It is possible to send humans back, as long it’s within five years of their passing, but only for one hour.”
-Shiva remembered this rule, as not many humans took advantage of it, being content in Valhalla, and to see you using your one time pass to help your children, he could only admire you more.
-Shiva turned to Brunnhilde, “Take me there- I want to help her.” Brunnhilde was surprised by his request before remembering that you had joined their group as the fourth. She agreed, “I will do as you ask, but you must take a human form.”
-Shiva had no issue, turning into the human version of himself, which looked exactly the same, only with tanned skin and one set of eyes and arms and she took his hand and opened the bridge to Midgard, or Earth and pulled him through, while the others remained, watching the fight from Valhalla.
-However, thanks to your leadership, with many not realizing that it was you, but listening to your orders, feeling your aura of a leader, including your children, they followed you and you quickly turned the battle around.
-As Shiva and Brunnhilde arrived, they both paused, eyes wide as they watched you charge towards a man, wearing heels and your pretty sundress before you thrust your hand into his chest and pulled out his heart.
-Shiva had no idea you were so vicious and violent! It was kind of hot as the enemy retreated, seeing this young maiden fighting so violently as your sons and the soldiers cheered.
-You turned as your sons approached, recognizing you and you smiled warmly, “You both did so well! I’ll keep watching over you.”
-They both hugged you before you turned, running to Shiva who grinned, catching you princess-style and your sons saw this new man, seeing you so happy, so they said nothing other than goodbye, and the three of you disappeared.
-Once back in Valhalla you were plowed down by Shiva’s wives, who expressed their worry for you as well as telling you how cool it was to see you fighting, as many said you were a warrior queen, but many didn’t believe it, looking at you.
-You couldn’t help but smile, feeling so loved between the four of them before Shiva picked you up princess style again, “Well let’s get you cleaned up then we can have our picnic!”
-His wives cheered and you couldn’t help but smile, cheering along with them, feeling like you truly belonged there with them, like it was where you were meant to be.
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Otis, if you believe that Klaroline shouldn’t have become a couple because Klaus is a murderer and has killed other people’s family members even though Caroline is a murderer herself and has killed someone’s aunt/sibling/son & daughter then you need to log off.
If you believe that klaroline was too “abusive,” but have no problem with Caroline raising Alaric’s children, being forced to carry his dead wife’s children without her consent, the pregnancy nearly killing her just so she could save Alaric from his pain. Did I forget to mention the fact that she almost married Alaric? Let’s be real, y’all were mad because he was her ex teacher, not because he killed her father and tortured her when she was a teenager. Her becoming the mother of his children was disturbing as fuck and ruined her character. Period. Plec just wanted a chance to show off her misogyny.
Like I said before, y’all had no issue with Caroline marrying her abuser’s(Damon) brother and being branded as Stefuckboy’s true love. Y’all had no issue with her becoming besties with Damon. Y’all had no issue with Damon officiating that mid ass wedding. 🤨 Did y’all suddenly forget that when she “married” the Rippah, Damon became her brother in law? Let’s not forget that the person desperately claim is Caroline’s “true love” did nothing to help her when she was getting abused by Damon in season one just because he wanted no issues with him and Elena. Y’all must have selective memory or something.
“Caroline would be betraying Elena and Tyler. Klaus killed…”
When Elena tried to kill Liz, it was crickets. Complete silence. I didn’t see nobody mad about that. Let’s get something straight, Caroline owes Elena no loyalty. Elena went as far to get into a relationship with Caroline’s abuser, and even slutshamed Caroline for Damon SA'ing her. And Caroline was coming from a concerned place for her friend. The hell is wrong with y’all?! Why give loyalty to Elena when it was never reciprocated?
Another thing, I’ve talked this conversation to death. Caroline and Tylah were broken the fuck up. What she does with her own coochie is HER business. She did not owe him any loyalty. They were not friends, or anything. She doesn’t owe him a motherfucking thing. I didn’t see anybody mad that Tylah came back and had sex with Caroline before even telling her that he was leaving again. He had every right to want to avenge his mother. And Caroline had every reason to drop that wack ass relationship and do what the fuck she wanted. And for the ditsy dumbasses comparing the situation as if it were Liz, y’all are the same people that did not care about Damon becoming friends with Caroline’s mother, or speaking at Liz’s funeral. Wasn’t Damon bragging about raping Caroline to Stefan and Alaric? Wasn’t Damon the last person to speak to Liz before she died? Sick as fuck. Y’all didn’t say anything about Elena trying to kill Liz either.
Lastly, if you believe that Caroline was in the wrong for celebrating Klaus’s demise in season three then you’re not only Otis but boo boo the fool. 🤡 Go take a nap.
#I’ve talked this argument to death#klaus x caroline#birdbrain bullshit#it’s not even funny anymore#the argument is just fucking tired#make it make sense because it’s not adding up#at fucking all#Otis go take a nap#klaroline rants
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In the size-shifter AU it makes you wonder how many friends James lost where his immediate first reaction to Oliver finding out is to expect to have to avoid him completely and never talk to him again.
Bro I'm so sorry I forgot to post this it's been in my drafts for a while—
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James stared down at Oliver, frozen in shock at what he was hearing and seeing. It must be a trick. There was no way that Oliver, someone he honestly hadn't known that long in the big scheme of things, wasn't scared of him.
Even his ex-wife, the only person to accept his sizeshifting before, was scared when he first grew in front of her. As long as he stayed human-sized she came around, but things got heated again.
His size always caused problems. James tried his best to keep them under wraps and just be normal, but god did it feel tiring having to keep himself from growing all the time. Eventually it became too much for Emily to handle and they separated.
So why on Earth was this human man standing at his feet, as calm as could be?
It couldn't be real.
"Why….why aren't you running?"
The sounds of screaming shook the forest. James really hadn't meant it— he went to the woods to hide away and wait for his size to go back to normal only to stumble upon a campsite. He didn't get too close and he tried to calm down the panicking people but they simply wouldn't listen to reason.
Oliver's smile faded as his expression returned to it's usual relaxed neutral. He continued to look up at James, making eye contact that felt so…accepting. So warm.. But James knew better than that.
He probably thinks I'll hurt him if he runs or shows discomfort… I'm sorry Oliver, I shouldn't have let us become friends. This is my fault, James thought to himself.
"Why should I run from a friend?" Oliver asked— as if he was actually confused. As the man took a step towards James the sizeshifter couldn't help but move back in turn, startled by the gesture. Oliver's expression softened from its initial confusion, but as he opened his mouth to probably continue lying, James's voice boomed instead.
"Aren't you scared?" He asked, his brows furrowing as he leaned down, trying to seem intimidating. Did Oliver think he was stupid or something? No one could accept this form of his. No one.
Oliver reacted very little, not even so much as leaning back the closer James's billboard-size face crept inward.
"Am I supposed to be? You already told me not to be, and said you won't hurt me. I would've understood without directions, but then why is it so surprising that I'm directly listening to your very own words?" Oliver pointed out, humming slightly.
"M-monster..!"
"Get away!"
"You've been tricking us this whole time!!"
James flinched at the memory of all that yelling… friends from the past. He had tried to give up on it— his only companion for a while had been whiskey and rum every night… He rarely worked; his electric bill was never payed and he took cold showers with cheap soaps, trying to wash his feelings down the drain with the dirt.
Oliver had made his life better in many ways. After finding out he had no heating during the winter he paid the bill for him. He helped him get his drinking back under control. He was a genuinely nice guy and James couldn't help but trust him.
It was a mistake. He knew that. He had stopped making connections with humans for a reason…
"Maybe you should be… I could kill you right here and now if I wanted to. It wouldn't take any effort." It slipped out, but James couldn't help but try to get Oliver to leave just to avoid the pain of hoping and getting betrayed…that was what would ultimately happen after all.
Oliver stared up at him, eyebrow raised.
"I see. A defence mechanism… I suppose it makes sense given how I would presume most people tend to react to such a sudden increase in size." He sighed, shaking his head before looking up at James and seemingly contemplating something.
"I knew about you being able to switch sizes since November. You shot up a few inches. I noticed you continued to grow considering whilst you left the room you had to crouch under the door. I was going to ask, but considering you locked yourself in the bathroom I figured I should wait until you confronted me yourself." He explained.
James blinked in confusion. That long ago? That was months… he hadn't noticed a single difference in how Oliver treated him during all that time. He didn't even know Oliver knew.
The shock must've showed on his face, as Oliver smiled, reaching up and gently patting his cheek.
"You're a good man, James. I'm happy to call you my friend… giant or not, it doesn't change a thing." He spoke with a gentle and reassuring tone. James couldn't believe what he was hearing or seeing. Sure, Oliver had always come across as accepting but…
He would accept him as his friend? Even when he was a monster…?
Oliver saw the conflicted expression of James's face and he tilted his head, smile still apparent.
"Should we continue our walk then?" He offered.
Despite the fact that everything in James's mind was telling him he couldn't trust this….in his heart he understood this was real. The look in Oliver's eyes was genuine. His words were truthful. James couldn't help but smile back.
"Yeah. I'd like that…"
#g/t community#g/t#ocs#g/t artist#giant/tiny#g/t au#ask box#g/t writer#g/t writing#giant/tiny writing#size shifter#g/t angst#g/t fluff
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Best kind of revenge
Sum: The best kind of revenge is to treat your enemy's ex-wife right.
Features: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Rudolfo Parra.
Ch.2 Scar the neighbors
Ch.3 Abrupt ending
Ch. 1: The handsome man at the bar
The team of four tried to be subtle when making their way into the bar. Ghost went in first, taking over a table in the corner. Alejandro and Rudy followed shortly after, one on either side of the bar. Soap was the last to come in, hanging out by the door just incase you tried to make an exit without their permission.
They’re all dressed like civilians. A lot of jeans and sweaters. If it weren’t for their accents and good looks they would have fit in with the blue-collar crowd. The only outlier would have been Ghost, who was probably grateful for the cold weather outside. It was helped explain away the black mask covering half of his face.
Someone has probably been on your tail for the last month. Ever since you got that email from Laswell explaining all of your ex-husbands crimes.
“How are you doing over here?” The bartender asks, a younger woman whose been your best friend these last few weeks.
Your drink was nearing its end but getting actually drunk wouldn’t be a good idea tonight.
“I’m still nursing, thanks though.” You say, looking back over to the mohawk at the bar’s end.
Philip Graves was never the greatest partner, but he was a good guy. At least you thought he was during your relationship. But body cam of killing civilians is never a good look.
A glass is set down in front of you.
“No, I’m good.” You repeat to the bartender.
“It’s not from me, honey.” She says, nodding towards the crowd behind you.
Graves had left quite a bit of stuff at the house. Among those were personnel files of almost every solider he’s ever spoken to on a laptop you definitely didn’t have the password to. This was how you knew the six men following you. Among these six was Colonel Alejandro Vargas. A.K.A the handsome man at the far end of the bar staring right at you.
Might as well play along. Raising the glass towards him in thanks and taking a sip. It’s a fruity little drink. The kind that girls who can’t shoot whiskey order. It’s absolutely delicious.
“He just told me the ingredients and I made it for him.” The bartender explains when you mention how good it was.
“So a man I don’t know asked to make me a drink with random ingredients and you just did?” You ask incredulous. Although it didn’t stop you from taking some more sips.
The bartender shrugged. “I honestly wanted to see what would come out of it. Sorry about that.”
Great, you’re one ally in here is either against you or just an idiot.
Aside for the six men and one bartender there were five other patrons here. None of them you really knew aside for a head nod. This bar was too close to the highway to be a regular watering hole. It was one of the reasons that you always chose to come here.
You don’t need to look to know that someone has taken a seat on your left.
“I see you enjoyed the drink,” came an accented voice to your left.
It seems Alejandro was a very confident man. You have to be to make it far in any military. But you couldn’t just be confident to get what you want while in the field. You also have to be smart. And when you’re in the field on an unsanctioned ‘mission’? Well, you’re going to have to be very smart.
“I did,” You replied, “Honestly it seemed a bit much to buy a girl you don’t know. Tequila is usually the first choice.”
Alejandro chuckles at that, it almost sounds genuine. Casually, as if he’s been coming here his entire life, he gestures for the bartender. Asking for a beer that the bartender was quick to come back with. Giving you a look as if to say; “get it, girl.”
“No, tequila would be too cheap for a woman like you.” Alejandro says, taking the beer for a long drink.
The bar’s lightening hasn’t been updated since the nineties. Covered with dust and bulbs that went out of stock before you graduated high school. And yet, Alejandro looked absolutely stunning under it.
With his head tilted back slightly you can see the outline of his jaw. How most of his face is hidden by a thin layer of shadow, but that does nothing to dull the effect his smile has on everyone in the room. He smiles like a fox. A predator that doesn’t just want to eat you, he wants to devour you and taste the screams he can force you to make.
“You deserve something better,” Alejandro adds, setting down his beer for emphasis.
When was the last time you were with someone? It’s been at least a few months, maybe half a year already. The last time you got bent was with Graves, and that was hurried in an airport bathroom because he plane leaving soon. Did you even cum then? Not likely, but Graves certainly did.
“Are you married?” You ask, looking at drink you had finished a minute ago.
You can see Alejandro raise an eyebrow when you ask this.
“No, not married.” He says.
“I’m not either,” You reply standing up and taking his hand. “So, there’s no point in holding back.”
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This wasn’t the kind of bar that you hook up in. It’s a one stall bathroom that you couldn’t imagine getting on your knees in. Not that it was completely filthy but because the walls were thin as paper. Being able to hear everything that happens makes it a pretty awkward spot, it also made it perfect to declare to the world that you were now free of Graves.
Leading him by the hand Alejandro followed you into the bathroom. His mouth on yours when the door was fully shut. The wood straining against your combined weight when he pressed into you.
He kisses with his teeth. Biting onto your bottom lip; starting roughly, almost drawing blood, before going slower. Kissing you gently as quickly as he pulled you to his body.
“Fuck, you’re good.” He mumbles, letting his tongue explore into your mouth.
“Thank you. More.” You demand, wanting tongue not dialogue.
His hands are hot, almost boiling, as they slide down the back of your pants. Skipping the bases and going straight to cupping your bare ass. His dull nails digging into the soft cheeks, almost painfully. But you aren’t stopping him.
It’s still hard to say whether Alejandro knows you know who he is. It’s confusing, but you shouldn’t even know his name. He didn’t give it to you before being pulled into the bathroom. At the same time you didn’t give your name either. You were two strangers who knew eachother, fucking before deciding if you’ll survive the night.
Like a dance Alejandro walks you backwards. Gently stepping with his hips doing most of the guiding. Pressing his crotch into yours until the bathroom wall is against your back.
“I’m going to taste you, okay? Is that okay?” He pulls away to ask.
His eyes, already brown and beautiful, are dilated from excitement. They’re still staring at your lips, waiting for your answer.
“Yeah, but you don’t-if you don’t want to you don’t have to.” You say, that need to please stronger than the urge to take.
Alejandro gives you the predators smile. He might have given you the illusion of control, but it would always be his mouth on your throat. He proves this now, kissing and dragging his teeth over the pulse point of your throat. It draws out a moan, but it’s mainly a distraction. A way for Alejandro to sneakily open the front of your pants without making a show about it.
“Oh, but I want to.” Alejandro whispers, his warmth leaving as he kneels down at your feet.
Cold air instantly creates goosebumps on your thighs. Alejandro pulling your pants down to your ankles. Getting your right boot off without a second thought. Doing so quickly to free only one of your legs from the pants. He only need one, just one to lift over his shoulder and allow his access to your pussy.
“Oh, fuck.” You whisper, hands in dark hair.
“That’s good, but that’s just a start.” Alejandro says, and it’s impossible to tell if it’s supposed to be a warning or a promise.
There’s no warmup, there’s no teasing. The only foreplay you get is the moving of your underwear. Sliding it over to make room for his tongue.
It’s a powerful touch, one that sends a feeling through your body like a gun shot. It’s more surprising than pleasurable. The wall meets your head when throwing it back, groaning out in appreciation and also wanting something more than just surprise touches.
Your leg is moved up over his shoulder, your heel digging into his back.
From your entrance to the clit Alejandro licks his way through your body. He does so slowly, flattening his tongue as he goes back and forth.
The initial build in your body takes a few seconds. Again, it’s been a minute since you’ve gotten someone to down on you. That Alejandro did so without hesitation, even bringing up the idea, made this so much better. It makes you desirable, needed, a precious person that Alejandro didn’t want to share with anyone.
His hot breath on your lips, his hand on your thigh, tongue sliding in built in your gut. Warmth and electricity grow from your clit, through your stomach, and against your breasts. It’s moving so quickly that your brain has probably been affected by the pleasure that runs through your body.
“Okay, okay, yeah. Oh please!” You started to beg, rolling your hips with his licking.
His fingers slide through the spit and wetness. Two digits penetrating you with solid pressure that keeps a steady pace back and forth. He moans at the tight feeling, making sure you knew just how much he appreciates the feeling.
“Alejandro, fuck!” You call out, wanting the entire world to know who was doing this.
You don’t feel the bit of hesitation when Alejandro hears his name. Mainly out of confusion (fake identities were decided in the car) but also out of almost panic. He didn’t know much about the ex-wife of Philip Graves, only that you were key to revenge.
And what better revenge than making your enemies wife cum hard?
Your head practically bangs against the wall. Pleasure taking complete control in a feeling that can only be described as cold. It tightens in your gut, it presses your breasts, fogs your brain, and forces your mouth to call out for a god you might not even believe in.
He doesn’t stop when you start crying out. Keeping with the rhythm that started the orgasm and adding a squeeze to your thigh. His non-verbal way of saying “make the world hear, baby. Be so loud that Graves will hear your orgasm from hell.”
Eventually the orgasm has to leave. When it does your drained, wobbly, almost forgetting where you were and who you were with. Only looking down at Alejandro’s (wet) face reminded you of the mistake you had just made.
“How’d you know my name?” He asks, a smile on his face as if he was the one on top.
There is an illusion of confidence you’ve been using since learning the truth about Graves. It’s carried you through the divorce, the secrets, and everything else that has come your way. But looking down at Alejandro, being given the best tongue in your life, it made that illusion dissolve.
“Because of Graves. I know all your names.” You explain. “I know that’s why you’re here.”
#reader insert#call of duty alejandro vargas#call of duty reader insert#Simon riley x reader#John mctavish x reader#Alejandro Vargas x reader#Rudolfo Parra x reader#Mentioned Philip Graves x reader#Divorced reader#reader is afab
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Adore You 4 (Yandere! Sugar Daddy! Mingi x Yandere! Yunho x Black! Reader)
Do you tell him? How do you tell him? How do you tell the man who took you off the streets, has you living in a luxurious penthouse, sends you on endless shopping trips, and is practically catering to you that his best friend is a psychopath and possibly a murderer. You bite your nails worried about how Mingi would take the news if you told him, on one hand its the truth and Mingi should know the truth...on the other hand Mingi could possibly know and kill you for speaking up. That's probably what happened to the other women the Yunho mentioned.
The clocks hands seemed to drag as every minute felt like a year, the anticipation of Mingi arriving home felt like you were at the top of a roller coaster ready to go down the hill. 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes....you were about to go insane. Finally the front door opened as Mingi walked in hanging his coat. You jumped rushing up to him ready to greet him. Mingi looked to you and smiled gently...weird. You've never seen Mingi smile at you so warmly before, the only other time you saw him smile was when you two watched the news of the perv being exposed. The warm smile made you temporarily forget your main purpose of approaching him. "Your excited to see me" Mingi commented as he walked to the kitchen, "I am?" you blush as Mingi grabbed two oranges, he peeled one and handed it to you before peeling the other and savoring each piece of fruit.
You nibble on the tangy fruit as the silence comforts you both. Mingi cleared his throat as he looked to you "I was told that my...ex wife came here" Mingi began, oh yeah....Sara. Yunho had completely taken over your mind you forgot that Sara had came. "She did...she wasn't all that happy to see me" you said picking at the orange. Mingi frowned, he didn't like that his past was popping up, he didn't like that you now knew he was once married, would the arrangement you two had be soured by this fact, will Sara run you away...no, over Mingi's dead body will you leave him. "Listen...Sara is...a previous affair, if she comes by again let me know and I will handle her" Mingi's eyes turned cold, it scared you. The sudden change in tone and the cold look in his eyes made you back off from your original plan to tell him about Yunho.
"Anyway, we're going to cook dinner together, think of it like bonding thing" Mingi informed you. Cooking...you never learned how to properly cook, you either took leftover food from the soup kitchen or steal small snacks from the convenience store. "I...I don't know how to cook" you tell Mingi. The business man looked to you for a moment before nodding "It's ok Yunho's joining us so he'll help me out" your blood ran cold, Yunho's coming.
7pm would roll around as Yunho happily entered Mingi's penthouse, Yunho loved cooking with Mingi, it was a special bonding time for the two, it would remind Yunho of when they first met in high school. Yunho would see Mingi eating alone due to his asshole friends abandoning him their reason to leave was for Mingi eating slow, Yunho would join him for lunch from then on and those assholes leaving Mingi by himself suddenly disappeared. Yunho entered the penthouse holding a bottle of fancy wine. Clattering could be heard from the kitchen, Yunho giddily skipped to the area where he saw Mingi gathering pots and pans and you sitting on the counter watching him. Yunho’s mood slightly soured, he thought you would have gotten the idea to stay out of his way when he came over, guess you were more stubborn than Yunho thought.
“Yunho put the wine in the fridge and help me” Mingi called out. Yunho fixed his face and did as so “so what’s the plan tonight?” Yunho asked, Mingi pulled out ingredients “I thought about either kimchi fried rice or bulgogi” Mingi explained, Mingi looked to you “what do you want” you looked to the counter afraid to make eye contact with yunho or Mingi “um…how about kimchi fried rice” you said softly. Mingi took notice to your behavior change, “if you’re embarrassed about not knowing to cook it’s ok” Mingi smiled softly, the older man walked around to you grabbing your hand, Mingi guided you to the counter “here take out the kimchi and cut it in chunks” Mingi stood behind you as he grabbed a knife and guided you on how to cut the kimchi.
Jealousy bubbled in Yunho as he watched you two, how pathetic of you to pretend you don’t know how to cook to get Mingi to coddle you. Yunho prepped the rice as he watched you carefully cut the kimchi by yourself as Mingi cut up the green onion and garlic. “So… (Y/N), how’s life been since Mingi took you in” Yunho asked. You kept quiet for a moment wanting to choose your words carefully who know how Yunho will react. “It’s different, I didn’t have a lot of money before so I feel weird” you said quietly, Yunho hummed “so what did you do before meeting Mingi” you froze as did Mingi. Yunho tried to hide a smirk, the both of you were hiding something.
“I um…” you tried to think, “she’s a college student” Mingi blurted. Mingi wasn’t an idiot he knew if anyone were to find out that you were just some homeless women he picked off the street he’d be a social laughing stock. “Oh what do you study” Yunho asked. You look to Mingi who only nodded towards Yunho “n-nursing” you stammer out. Yunho refrained from rolling his eyes, nursing a typical answer, it’s easy to act as if you’re a nursing student given their busy and hectic schedule.
Yunho only hummed and continued to prepare the food, both you and Mingi let out a sigh of relief. The cooking would go by quietly as everyone was stuck in their own minds. Finally the food was ready, the three of you sat and ate the meal. “So Mingi, it’s almost time for our annual trip, do you have an idea on where you want to go?” Yunho said the smugness hidden in his voice. “Oh, I forgot…well we’ve been everywhere even visited some places twice…y/n where would you like to visit” Yunho could nearly break his chopsticks the way he gripped them in anger at the mention of you joining the trip. You look to Mingi and think, you’ve never been outside of Korea, you don’t know what the world is like, is it as cruel where you already are, or is it different being the arm candy of a wealthy man.
“Mingi she’ll probably be too busy with her school work to go on a trip” Yunho smiled his teeth feeling as though they may break with how hard he’s clenching them. “She can make up her work” Mingi said, Mingi was touched Yunho cared so much about your education however he felt bad lying to his best friend. “Now y/n where would like to go” Mingi asked again. You tried not to look at the glaring Yunho “uh, p-paris?” You say more as a question than an actual statement. Mingi smiled “Paris is perfect, you loved it when we visited right Yunho” Mingi looked to his best friend. Yunho forced a smile “ I did, it was such a great time for us” Yunho emphasized on the word us. “Then that’s where we’ll go!” Mingi beamed happy his two favorite people were going on a trip. Meanwhile both you and Yunho began to dread the upcoming trip with one another. One was for certain, only one of you would make it back alive.
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Hi! Could you write an angst where Kit takes the punishment for reader in the asylum similar to that scene with grace inside Sister Jude's office?
Please and thank you <3
Yes of course so I decided to go off from the scene and write from there hope you enjoy <3
I’d take the brunt of it (kit walker x reader)
Summary: you planned to escape the asylum with Lana but she didn’t want kit to tag along so she snitched on you both.
Warnings: angst, punishment, caned, asylum, mentions of divorce, escaping the asylum, shouting. Let me know if I have missed anything
Word count: 1,1k
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You spent almost every moment of your day sat on an old chair in the common room watching everyone studying them, but all you could see was how different they were to you. They were insane or have severe mental health issues that means they can be within the public. You weren't supposed to be in here only because your now ex husband placed you in here before he had divorced you.
You hated it here. You felt like you were beginning to go insane with everything staring at the same faces the same rooms, same mistreatment and that song on repeat for four years. You were sick and tired until he came along. Kit Walker everyone knew him as bloody face the horrendous man that killed those women including his own wife.
But to you he was just Kit, the sweet caring person that never showed any killer signs. You knew from the moment you laid eyes on him he was innocent. That's how you became friends. You taught him everything he needed to know to survive this god forsaken hellhole. Another thing you taught him was that you couldn't escape.
But kit was determined to escape this place if it even means he goes out here dead. You knew there was no way out everyone knew until you both met Lana winters. You became friendly with her she promised a way out for you both but you didn't want to leave without kit.
"No he's not coming with us for Christ sake he's a god damn murder" Lana seethed through her teeth in a hushed yet harsh tone. "I'm not leaving without him Lana he's innocent I know he is" you sighed sticking up for kit. "How do you know what are you both together or something because he wouldn't be in here if he wasn't" Lana snapped at you rolling the dough with the rolling pin.
"So what if we are, plus your in here through blackmail I'm in here because my ex husband put me in here so I don't get his money from the divorce guess we are all in here for the wrong reasons" you proved a point your hands aching from needing the dough. "I said no and that's final" Lana stated ending this conversation.
But you waited till the time had come to escape the asylum. Something was happening within the asylum everyone's attention was somewhere else you grabbed kit's hand running for the doors "what are you doing bringing him y/n" the anger in lana's voice didn't bother you, your target only being getting through those doors into freedom.
"He's coming lana if you like it or not" you said dragging kit rushing to those doors. "HELP HE'S ESCAPING, THE KILLER IS ESCAPING HELP ME" Lana screamed. You and kit turned back trying to get Lana to stop but before you knew it two guards pinned you both to the ground. You felt the defeated you were so close yet so far from the freedom you deserved.
Everything was a blur to you. You couldn't remember what happened after that all you remember was being dragged to sister Jude's office by the guards kit behind you. "Well, well, well look who it is the escape artists" sister Jude tutted with a wicked smirk on her face. You hung your head low fearful for the punishment you both would receive.
You heard the door open you turned your head to see Lana there with a guilty look on her face. "You snitch you know we both don't deserve to be here why Lana" you yelled in anger. Your blood boiled even looking at her as she just stared at her feet in guilt. Kit just watched you kicking off till sister Jude stopped you. "Stop this y/n" she warned.
You and kit's bodies leaned against the cold wood, scrunching your eyes shut awaiting for the horrifying punishment you will receive. Your hospital gown exposing you from the back you heard sister Jude thanking Lana for her honesty. "Now as a reward I want you to pick what cane to use" you heard footsteps from behind. Turning your head to see sister Jude opening the cabinet revealing the selection of canes one more taunting than the other.
Lana picked out a thin cane holding it up to sister Jude for somewhat of an approval which she only sniggers at. "Your too kind Lana banana" she says picking a much thicker one making her way to you. "Twenty each that seem fair enough" sister Jude calls out you felt the cold wood against the back of your thighs just as she pulled the cane away, your eyes scrunched shut holding your breath waiting on the punishment.
"Wait sister Jude y/n had nothing to do with it she didn't want to leave I dragged her I should be the one getting punished not her" kit spoke up standing straight your eyes shot wide open. "Very well then that means 40 for you mr walker but miss y/l/n you watch as a reminder if you ever step out of line" sister Jude stated waving the cane around.
You slowly got up making your way to stand by Lana the fear still filled within your eyes. Sister Jude raised her cane to kit smacking the wood on the backs of his knees. You saw the pain in his eyes but he never cried out in pain, but his face didn’t fail to show how much pain he was in. The tears falling down your cheeks you wished it was you receiving the punishment instead of him.
With each smack you flinched, the sound of the cane smacking off his skin seemed to get louder and louder till all 40 hits were completed. His skin red raw almost bleeding “take them to the common room” sister Jude dismissed all of you getting took back to the common room. The same song still played you stayed close to kit helping him to sit down.
“AHHH” kit practically screamed as he sat on the chair. “Slowly kit” you said helping him out the tears still falling down your face, kit saw you crying not even caring if he’s in pain. “Hey are you okay” he asked wiping your tears with the pads of his thumb. You shook your head sniffling “no I’m so sorry kit you shouldn’t have taken the blame for me it was all me yet you got the brunt of it all, I feel so guilty” you sobbed lightly.
“I wouldn’t want you getting caned I’d gladly do it again if it means you won’t get hurt” kit smiled trying to make you feel better. “We were so close” you whispered resting your head on his shoulder. “We’ll get out here one day I promise” kit whispered back taking your hand in his. “I hope so”.
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TEMPTATIONS
Warning: Smut,akaza being a whore,rengoku walking in on this. Y/n gets slutted out, lazy smut
Pairing : Akaza x Black reader
Akaza never really found love again after what happened with his wife,but what he had with Y/n wasnt love, it was Lust,envy,temptations.
But with a Hashira that was close with his foe rengoku ? Akaza really was playing with his life. Akaza didnt want y/n for her beauty, but for her strengths, looks only really played into it a little.
Fom afar he observed the girl talking and smiling with Rengoku, it made his heart fil with rage and envy
To be frank, the Relationship between a Hashira and a Demon would be frowned upon. It could possibly even ger her killed in the process
How the hashira would be moaning over him,her mouth stuffed with his cock, that would be a shame if..rengoku saw right?.
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RENGOKU'S RESIDENCE
Rengoku laughed,drinking his tea ,he looked at Y/n different, as if it was a dream and she was what was making the dream good.
"And then shinobu - why are you lookin at me like that Ren?" she said tilting her head.
Rengoku smiled when Y/n said his name,the way it rolled off her tongue. he shook his head,his eyes on her as if she was a walking diamond.
She spent hours laughing and talking with Rengoku, she bent over here and there, and of course rengoku looked.
Akaza was pissed,Rengoku is eyeing whats his, He gritted his teeth. Then the demon got an idea, fucking her infront of him,her screaming his name infront of rengoku. Oou this idea made him hard.
Y/n bent down helping Rengoku clean, Rengoku once again stares at her ass, choking on his drink coughing,Y/n turned around "boy.. youre sumn else somtimes." Y/n said standing up."you should stop by my estate sometime later ren, ill make you sumn nice.." she said with a tone she didnt notice
A tone that compelled Rengoku to sin.
LATER.
Y/N RESIDENCE
Y/n came home, her braids swaying side to side as she walked into a poorly lit room greeted by Akaza, an ex acquaintance of hers. A Fuck buddy that loved her.
He Glared at her,But Y/n had no time to deal with this man. she leaned on the sliding door and stared back. "Akaza get out. i have a friend coming, a slayer."
"sit the fuck down before i kill you and him." he said,with a touchstarved yet angered tone, Y/n looked down and he was hard,needy, craving for her mouth.
Y/n then met his angered and jealous eyes "Make me." she said, getting in his face as his look changed,he was calm now,as an eyebrow raised.
"cant do shit to m-"
Akaza's hand wrapped around her throat tight,Y/n got a lil wet as she lowered herself keeping eye contact "good girl. see? obeying me aint that hard." he said, gently caressing her.
"Youre so mean.." Y/n said,upset that he didnt allow her to tease him, he looked down at her with eyes of a sinful man, someone that wants to break and overstimulate her so bad.
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Rengoku was walking for a long time, Y/n's estate sure was so far, he took a break for a momment.
"Damn.. this woman lives so fucking far." He said approaching the quiet estate, for some reasons the gate was open?
"Thats strange.. Y/n would never leave her gate open.." Rengoku said as he locked it behind him approaching the house.
When he got in the hallway he saw clothes on the floor.. both were recognizable.
His heart beated so hard yet so fast as he approached the room she was in, he stood infront of the door while hearing the most vile things a human could.
Y/n was a moaning mess as skin slapping room,Akaza tilted his head back grunting. "You make me feel so good baby."
Y/n developed tears in her eyes turning into a moaning mess,akaza’s eyes turned to where Rengoku’s silhouette was.
“We have an Audience? care to greet them baby?" he coo'd and she shook her head,she was too overstimulated to respond, pussy was being filled by akaza, she couldnt think at all.
the worse part is, All of this made Rengoku hard as he watched his crush get her brains fucked out,,
he wished that was him... he stared as Akaza's laugh filled the house echoing.
To be continued.
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Don't Hurt Yourself Part 3
AN: Andddd we're back! Whew, somebody deserves to get their ass whooped.
Synopsis: After realizing what a big mistake he made, Jack tries to do everything in his power to keep his sanity, save his family, and be the husband you deserve. Only problem is will you actually forgive him?
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
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Read Part 1 and Part 2 first so you know why we want to kill Jackman!
The next few weeks had been a blur for you.
You were still trying to come to terms with what Jack did along with your ex-best friend and as much as you tried to wrack your brain on how things could have gone so wrong so quickly, you just hadn’t be able to come up with the answer as to why that was.
Jack was trying his best.
You can admit that.
He never missed a doctor’s appointment.
He checked in on you daily to make sure that everything was okay with you and the baby.
However, he didn’t know that you had been contemplating actually moving forward with a divorce.
You had been through enough stress during the first half of your pregnancy and now you had been diagnosed with pre-eclampsia so you had to take it easy for the sake of you and the baby.
However, you didn’t know if it was your instincts or what, but you felt as if Jack was hiding something else from you. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on to what it was, but you damn sure were going to find out.
That’s where Bianca came in.
“How you feeling today, mamas?”
You had now been put on strict bedrest so Bianca and your sister Vanessa would have to carry out any plans that you had,
“I’m okay. Tired of being in the bed though.”
“And, we don’t want you to go into labor prematurely and right now this is the safest option.” You simply rolled your eyes.
“Well, if it wasn’t for my stupid husband and ex-best friend I wouldn’t have high blood pressure.”
“Um, babe. Those cheese fries you ordered yesterday definitely didn’t help either.”
“Not my fault. That’s what the baby wanted.”
“Totally your fault for giving them to her. She’s going to be addicted. I don’t think I’ve seen you eat anything with nutritional value for your entire pregnancy.”
“Yes I have! Besides, the cheese has calcium in it.”
“Babe, I wouldn’t even call that real cheese. Stop trying to convince yourself.”
“Fine, can you bring me some cherries if we have any?”
“Sure, now that I can do. And no more ordering food and sneaking downstairs to answer the door. Your footsteps aren’t as soft as they used to be.”
“Are you calling me fat, Bianca?”
“No, I’m calling you pregnant now I’ll be back with some HEALTHY snacks for you along with some water.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
When Bianca walked out the room, your phone went off indicating a text from Jack.
Hubby- Baby, I need to be honest with you about something
You- Jackman, please. I don’t know if I can take anymore. What did you do this time?
Hubby- I literally cannot keep this from you and I think Melanie may be pregnant. HOWEVER, it’s not mine. I know for a fact it’s not mine.
You- WHAT
All you could see was red. You knew he was hiding something else from you.
You- JACKMAN THOMAS
Hubby-Babe, I swear I used a condom every single time
You- Every single time? How many times was it?
Hubby- Uh, that’s not important right now.
You- I’m literally going to kill you. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? JUST WHEN I’M ATTEMPTING TO WANT TO FORGIVE YOU AND MOVE PAST THIS SHIT, YOUR DUMBASS HAS TO GO AND GET ANOTHER BITCH PREGNANT?
Hubby- I know it’s not mine if she is but I have a feeling that she’s lying.
You- Jackman, me and your daughter are about to take a nap. And you better PRAY and pray hard that you aren’t served with divorce papers tomorrow morning. GOOD FUCKING NIGHT.
You had to get your breathing under control and think about this logically.
What motive did she have for lying and saying that she was pregnant?
Simple. She wanted Jack for herself.
At this point, if she really was, she could have him because you were 1000% done with his ass.
However, you loved him and deep down you knew he still loved you despite the current situation.
Bianca had made her way back into your bedroom and saw the look on your face and was immediately concerned.
“Oh no, what happened now?” She asked as she set the snack tray down in front of you and handed you a few bottles of water.
It took you a minute to compose yourself to answer Bianca and when you did, there was nothing but a look of disbelief on her face.
“Melanie might be pregnant and it might be Jack’s.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“I wish I was.”
---
After Jack had seen that last message from you, he was now in a panic.
There is no way that he could see himself getting a divorce from you.
You were his soul mate.
His soul mate that he cheated on and betrayed, but still his soul mate nonetheless.
Deep down something was telling him that Melanie was lying.
If this was a ploy for him to leave you and ultimately be in a relationship with her, she definitely had another thing coming. There was no way in the world he was about to do that.
You were a 10, and Melanie was a 6 and that’s on a good day.
He then sent a text to Urban explaining the situation.
Urban- That is utter bullshit. She has to be lying. I mean she has reason to. She wants you for herself.
Jack- I told Y/N about it and of course if she wanted to fight me before, she wants to kill me now
Urban- You have dug a hole so deep for yourself. I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one without her divorcing you.
Jack- We don’t speak the D word
Urban- Then what do you honestly plan on doing?
Jack- I don’t know, but I need to figure it out and soon.
Urban- As your best friend, I honestly cannot fucking believe you did this shit to Y/N. Like she is everything you always wanted and more.
Jack- I know I fucked up. I just pray I can fix this before it’s too late.
Urban- It might already be too late.
After you had awoken from your nap, you grabbed your phone to see that you had multiple messages from many different people.
You decided to answer Urban first.
Urban- Mamas, just checking on you. I’m not making any excuses for my best friend, he was dead wrong for what he did, but he’s trying to be better for you, but I understand if you don’t want anything to do with him anymore.
You- Thanks for checking on me. I’m alright. And as far as your best friend goes? If the bitch is pregnant I’m definitely divorcing him. Me and my daughter are going to be fine. I won’t keep them from each other, but if that is the case, what we have is officially OVER.
That hurt like hell for you to say, but it needed to be done.
You were a strong woman who does not take disrespect from anyone. Especially if those people happen to be your husband or soon to be ex-husband in this case and your best friend.
Meanwhile, Melanie was on a mission.
She was plotting to get Jack to divorce you in order to be with her.
Her plans were falling into place.
You practically hating Jack’s guts.
Threatening him with a divorce.
And oh, pretending that she was pregnant in order to get a rise out of him.
People probably thought she was batshit crazy at this point, but she didn’t care.
Jack should have married her, not you.
She admits you’re the entire package, a true catch.
But, why did everyone always look past her as if she wasn’t there.
You always got everything you wanted.
You had met Jack, dated for literally six months and was married all within that time frame.
But, she bided her time and specifically began to make her move when you would be the most vulnerable.
While you were pregnant.
Jack had came to her over concerns over you and since you were her best friend he thought that it was a good reason to come to her for advice.
Oh, how wrong he was.
That conversation ended up with them fucking in the backseat of his jeep.
That’s when she knew she got him and got him good.
She admits that she didn’t realize that you had caught on to what she was doing and definitely did not anticipate having her plan blow up in her face.
But, at this point, may the best woman win.
And that’s what Melanie had planned on doing.
---
It had been a few days since Jack had dropped that bombshell on you and you still didn’t know how to feel.
You decided that if you wanted the truth, that you had to go to the source.
Bottom line is, you were convinced that you would have to beat Melanie’s ass for thinking she could infiltrate your marriage and get away with it.
Pregnant or not, that bitch had something coming to her one way or another.
You calmly lifted the comforter off of you and slid on your shoes while grabbing your keys from the nightstand.
You were going to confront her once and for all.
You were able to calmly sneak out of the house since Bianca had fallen asleep on the couch and Vanessa was nowhere to be found so you were in the clear.
The drive to Melanie’s house was a short one and before you knew it, you were standing outside of her door knocking on it.
She opened it and was startled to see you staring back at her.
“Oh, um hi Y/N.”
“Let me in so we can talk.”
She simply stepped to the side to let you in.
“Did you want to sit down?”
“Nope, this isn’t going to take long.”
“Um, okay.”
“Just wanted to see if it was true.”
“If what was true?”
“Don’t play stupid with me. Are you pregnant or not?”
“Oh, so he told you?”
“Melanie, you have five seconds to tell me the truth.”
“Or, what? What are you going to do, huh?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. And let me reassure you that you definitely do NOT want to find out.”
Just then there was a knock on the door and Melanie went to open it to reveal your husband or soon to be ex-husband, you didn’t really know at the moment.
“Y/N?”
“Well, well, well look who it is. Someone better start talking before I kill both of you.”
“It’s not what it looks like babe I swear! And aren’t you supposed to be on bedrest?”
“Hmm, I think I’ve heard that one before and stop changing the subject.”
“I’m here for one reason and one reason only.”
“And what would that be Jackman?”
“We’re about to find out if she’s really telling the truth. I bought three pregnancy tests for her to take in front of me.”
“Hmm, that actually isn’t a bad idea. That has to be the most intelligent thought that you’ve come up with since I’ve been pregnant, Jack. Go on Melanie. I mean you have no reason to be nervous. I mean if you aren’t lying that is.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to either of you.”
“And that’s where you’re wrong baby. You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since we were 21. I tried to look past it, I truly did but I’m not doing this shit anymore. Take the test. If it’s negative, it’ll show me you are just the lying ass bitch that I knew you were from the beginning and I don’t care if I’m pregnant. I’m kicking your ass for trying to break up my marriage.”
Just then your phone went off indicating that you had a text from Bianca.
Bianca- Y/N!!!! Where are you?!
You- Had to take care of something. Be back soon.
Bianca- You are supposed to be on bedrest! Get back home, NOW.
You- Won’t be too much longer.
Bianca- Where are you?
You- Melanie’s.
Bianca- Y/N!
You calmly put your phone back in your pocket and Melanie was starting to look nervous.
“Take the test, and stop stalling.”
Melanie was looking everywhere to try and avoid your glare.
“I don’t have to. I’m not.” She quietly said and you rolled your eyes.
“You’re not what? You want to run that one by me again? Speak up. You didn’t have a problem speaking on how you had my husband’s dick in your mouth so say it with your chest.”
“Was that last part really necessary?”
“Not now, Jackman and you have some nerve for even saying anything. Now, Melanie, I’m waiting.”
“I’m not pregnant. So there is no need for me to take it.”
“So, you basically did all this shit for no reason?” Jack asked with a look of disbelief on his face.
You and Jack exchanged a look not really buying it for one second.
That’s what Melanie was now known for.
Being a liar and being a manipulator.
“Take the test.” Jack calmly said as he passed her the bag.
“I.. I don’t have to. I can’t have kids. I’m infertile. Look I was jealous, okay? You always got everything you ever wanted and it wasn’t fair for me to just sit on the sidelines. Look, I... I’m sorry.” Melanie confessed as her eyes started to water.
All you could see was red.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
Next thing you knew, Jack was trying to pull you off of Melanie.
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...The case took a wrong turn when charges were filed against a couple who stumbled upon the burglars when they came to the house to bring the murdered man a pecan pie.....
Martin Cameron Bond, Utah inmate 211601, born 1989. incarceration intake in 2013 at age 25, sentenced to life
Murder
In March 2013, Martin Cameron Bond knew his sentence before he walked into American Fork's 4th District courthouse: life without the possibility of parole.
He had agreed to the sentence to escape the death penalty in the event a jury found him guilty of aggravated murder in the 2009 death of retired Brigham Young University professor Kay Mortensen. That jury verdict came on Jan. 18, 2013.
But the stipulation didn't stop the 25-year-old from asking 4th District Judge Thomas Low to sentence him to 25 years to life, which offered the possibility of parole.
"I don't use drugs, I don't drink," said the shackled killer, dressed in a red jumpsuit. "I don't use tobacco products... I always thought Corrections was for rehabilitation."
Bond asked the judge to allow the parole board to determine whether he was "worthy of a second chance." But Low said his hands were tied and sentenced Bond to spend the rest of his life in the Utah State Prison.
"Fair enough, your honor," Bond said before being led back into a holding cell. "Thank you."
Prosecutors have said Bond and an accomplice, Benjamin David Rettig (Utah inmate 203136), killed Mortensen to get the cache of guns he kept in his Payson home. The professor was found kneeling over his bathtub, his throat cut, a stab wound in his neck.
The case initially took a wrong turn when charges were filed against Roger Mortensen and his wife, Pamela Mortensen, who stumbled upon the burglars when they came to the house to bring Mortensen a pecan pie.
The couple were tied up but eventually freed themselves and called for help when they found Mortensen's body. Police initially didn't believe their story, however, and the couple were held in jail for five months and indicted by a grand jury before Bond's ex-wife tipped police.
Rettig — who is serving 25 years to life in prison — pleaded guilty in 2011 to aggravated murder and aggravated kidnapping for his part in the slaying. Bond was found guilty of aggravated murder, three counts of aggravated kidnapping, and one count each of aggravated burglary and aggravated robbery.
Bond apologized to Mortensen's family, calling the murder "a horrible tragedy that shouldn't have occurred."
Emotions remain volatile among some of Pamela and Roger Mortensen's friends and family, who are still upset over the couple's arrest and say the grand jury system needs to be revamped. Donna Rissinger, Pamela Mortensen's mother, told media reporters that the couple has never received restitution for the wrongful arrests, although they had to pay for attorneys and their cars were repossessed.
Deputy Utah County Attorney Tim Taylor said the decision to arrest the couple was based on evidence they had at the time.
"When you go back three years ago, we thought we were making the right decision," Taylor said.
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lotta true crime part 4
pairing: serial killer Austin x reader
summary: serial killer Austin kidnaps reader who has a podcast about true crime with her friends cus she saw something she shouldn't
trigger warnings: mentions of murder and well death kidnapping Stockholm syndrome.. mentions of various serial killers talk of blood and knifes psychotic thinking... and smut in the next chapters last but not least my shitty writing
authors note: sorry it took so long to write art 4 i kept re writing it. might be a part 5,6
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*couple of years earlier *
“I might…” Austin said as he took another swing of his drink. “I might kill my ex…” he laughed as he looked at his best friend.
“Not the best idea…. Her new boyfriends next.” He said and stared daggers at his so called best friend Jordan, but Jordan should’ve known better he should’ve know better then fuck Austin’s girlfriend.
Did he really love her no? Did that matter no. It wasn’t a if I can’t have her no one will kind of case, but tsk he thought Jordan knew better then touch what’s his
*present time*
Now how did he get here…in downtown Los Angeles.
He slit the girls neck, but little did he know he was getting sloppy sure he wore gloves but there was a witness .. and he dropped the knife.
Little did he know that person saw his face. Maybe not clearly but certain details they’ll remember
*pov switch*
Meanwhile It’s been a couple of months since Austin kidnapped you.
Your friends and family have been looking for you every night and day, while you were happily playing house with your serial killer boyfriend. And the worst part was it didn’t even bother you one bit.
You were happy and sure Austin wasn’t perfect but who was you were blinded by love. And you weren’t exactly perfect either. You cleaned the stains out of his blood stained clothes and made him dinner.
If you were being honest Austin was insane and you handled it beautifully. You never saw yourself as a house wife at all you hated when people wanted that 1950s shit they asked from you.
But here you were willing to be a bride love really did make blind and you’d be damned if you’d let it slip by.
When Austin came home from work you were laying on the couch as you scrolled though Netflix. Watching that new Dahmer show, because at the end of the day you were still a true crime student taking online courses.
He smiled softly as he put his keys down after he locked the door back up. He walked over to the couch and bend down kissing you. “Hi” he said in between the kiss “baby”. You smiled softly and kissed back holding his cheek. “Hm hi how was work?” You asked and sat up a bit.
Austin sat down on the couch and put your legs on his lap. He let out a dry chuckle and started kissing up your neck. “Chilled a bit” he mumbled. Getting closer and closer to your ear “killed a bit” he whispered in your ear. And started to tickle you.
You laughed softly, this man had all of you, he owned you and he…. He would be lost without you. It’s crazy really how fast two people can fall in love, how fast they can bond over being insane… and then end up insanely in love with one another. You remember your friends, they were talking about you on the podcast it was kinda sad. A part of you felt guilty but then again they never treated you good did they. At the end of the day you knew that in a few months they wouldn’t even notice you were gone.
You got snapped out of your thoughts. As the door bell ring you looked over at Austin and he frowned as he checked the camera on his phone. “Cops…?” He mumbled to himself as he looked at you. “Listen honey I want you to go hide in room underneath our bed okay?” He said and cupped your face kissing you.
After the kiss you ran off and hid underneath your bed. Austin on the other hand went out to the door and opened it. “Good afternoon officer,how can I help you today?” He asked ever do polite. “ good afternoon mr butler just wondering why you got all these… bars up your window and doors…?” The police officer asked suspicious.
Austin chuckles and let out a small sigh “yeah well officer I do live in a nasty neighborhood rather be safe then sorry” he said and rubbed the back of his neck.
The officer nodded and scanned all over him still suspicious. “What happened to your hand..? If I may ask” the officer asked and looked at the bandage around his hand. “Oh I burned it while taking something out of the oven.” Austin said and looked down at his hand.
The Other officer nodded and spoke up. “You haven’t heard anything about the murders in the neighborhood have you, the missing girl?” He said as he showed him a. Picture of you, Austin looked at the picture and shook his head “no sir sorry I haven’t seen her around” was all he said. The officer nodded and spoke up for the last time “just uh stay in town we might have some more questions, if you see anything call us” he said before walking of.
Austin nodded and closed the door “good day officer”. He said and waited for them to to get in their car and drive of as soon as they did. He kicked the door “FUCK”. He said and rubbed his face you came running out of the room and looked at him.
“What’s happening ..?” You asked nervous. Austin walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Well baby better start packing, we’re going to Vegas “
love, jessica
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