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oopwoop · 10 months

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Barbie Movie W/ The Spider-verse Kids

pairings: e!42! & e!1610! Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy

warnings: none that i can think of??

BIRTHDAY POST! I saw the Barbie movie for my bday today and had to post something.. it’s been a bit since I have so sorry about that.. enjoy!

e!1610 Miles Morales

more than willing to go see it with you. was downright excited when you asked him to see it with you. when he was younger he definitely played with Barbies with his mom. and in the comics he eventually has a little sister so he totally plays with her too.

pays for everything. uses the money he’s saved up to take you on dates. he wants you to have a good time

definitely cries. doesn’t have to go through the struggles the movie represents but still sympathizes. we love him 🫶

wears pink without you even asking. it’s a movie about Barbie, of course you need to wear pink!

fav song from the movie is Journey To The Real World by Tame Impala

e!42! Miles Morales

very reluctant to see it. claims it’ll just be a movie for little kids. little did he know…

now that you convinced him to go, don’t expect him to wear pink for it. you must be pulling his leg if you think he’s going to wear any sort of pink. yeah.. you got him to wear pink.

you bet your ass he paid for every single thing though. the theatre had cute Barbie cups? he’s getting you one. omg, they have cookies? getting you as many as you want. all of it. you want it, it’s yours.

definitely teared up but refused to admit it. you ask and he’s making up a lie on the spot. yet you know he did

Barbie World by Nicki & Ice Spice ft. Aqua is his song (no one is telling me otherwise)

Pavitr Prabhakar

more excited than you fr. he’s been waiting for this moment since the movie was announced. literally bouncing off walls just waiting

came all decked on in a Barbie themed outfit, it’s not even funny. he’s totally rocking it though

making this the best date of your life fr. you both are super excited, him even more so, so he’s gonna do whatever he can to have a good time.

cried like a baby fs. not ashamed of it either. tears were streaming down his face when the movie ended, face puffy and red. no lie about it.

vibes with Speed Drive by Charli XCX (fav song from the movie)

Gwen Stacy

wanted to see Oppenheimer over Barbie. but she’s willing to see Barbie and then go see Oppenheimer. she’s excited for it, yeah, but not jumping out of her seat for it or anything.

definitely making it a barbieheimer date. she’s gonna wear a pink shirt with a leather jacket, no doubt.

i feel like she’d tear up a bit but no tears would fall. if you ask she wouldn’t deny it but would be very nonchalant about it.

idk why but i just see her much more excited and wanting to see Oppenheimer

i feel like she like Billie Eilish so probably enjoyed What Was I Made For? she teared up when it came on (honestly me too)

Hobie Brown

surprisingly but not surprisingly is the one who said y’all should go. was definitely more excited for Barbie than Oppenheimer. refuses to step foot into a showing of that.

will definitely wear pink. it may not match his whole punk ‘aesthetic’ but he doesn’t believe in consistency. “but pink is a girl color”, nope! he doesn’t listen to that load of bull. colors are just colors, plus he’s always changing colors so what’s it matter to him. he himself turns pink sometimes.

begrudgingly pays for tickets but will not pay for snacks. sneaks them in fs.

doesn’t really cry but does sympathize with what the movie portrays.

doesn’t really have a favorite, though he enjoys most of the songs. he finds I’m Just Ken by Ryan Gosling funny though.

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kaleldobrev · 9 months

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Shiny New Toy (3)

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Summary: Dean finally fills you up just like he promised

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (15x), Smut (Fingering, P in V), Unprotected sex (Remember to wrap it up kiddos!), Creampie, Non-Con (If you squint)

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy part 3 of my Demon!Dean smut mini-series! | I think there's probably going to be just one more part | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Shiny New Toy Masterlist

“Dean…” Your voice was barely a whisper. It was so inaudible, that you weren’t even sure if you had even said his name out loud or not.

“Y/N…” His tone had almost matched yours, as if he was making fun of you for the way you had just said his name.

“Please…” Your voice slightly louder than before, but still very much low in tone.

“Please what baby?” He asked, his volume still matching yours. He reached out and started caressing your cheek with this thumb; the action making you shudder.

“I…” Your chest was tight, and there was a giant knot in your stomach. You were struggling; your thoughts and emotions scattered. The man in front of you was a complete stranger to you, despite having the face of one of your best friends, someone that you had fallen in love with. The Dean that you once knew was gone; there wasn’t a hint of him anywhere. In all other circumstances, you would have wanted Dean to have sex with you. Losing your virginity to Dean was something that you often thought about; even almost taking him up on his offer to take your virginity. At least it would have been with someone that you trusted.

“You have to use your words Sweetness.” He said, tilting your chin up just a bit, smirking.

“Go slow…Please.” Your voice slightly begging.

“Aw baby,” he began, sounding almost amused by your plea. “You’re honestly adorable.” He smirked. “Did you forget what I told you before?” He asked. You shook your head. “And what was that?”

“This…this isn’t about me.” You whispered.

He raised a brow. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He leaned in close, almost mockingly.

“This isn’t about me.” Your voice sounding just a little bit more stern, surer of your answer.

“Very good.” He patted the top of your head as if you were some kind of child being praised.

“Dean, if there is any part of you in there that still has…some kind of feelings for me…at all…” As much as you had wanted to finish what you were about to say, you knew there was no point; he wasn’t going to listen to you, not in the current state that he was in.

“Old me had feelings for you.” He admitted. “Old me was, God I hate to say it but, he was in love with you.” Dean being in love with you was something that really hadn't crossed your mind. Since meeting him, you were always under the assumption that he loved you in the way of a little sister or as a friend, nowhere near that of a romantic interest. When you had first met him, you thought that there may of been something there, but as soon as you said your age, his face dropped, and you thought that was that - he no longer had interest in pursuing anything romantic with you. "Sweetheart, were you even paying attention to anything that I was doing when I was human? I mean, think about it. I know you're not stupid baby."

Of course you had caught Dean staring at you hundreds of times, but you never contributed them to anything remotely romantic. "All those times I stared at your ass..." his hand started moving down your body, stopping on your ass, giving it a small slap. You let out a tiny yelp like noise, not expecting him to do what he just did. "All those times I stared at these..." his hands started to remove your arms from your chest, the one thing that you had felt kept you remotely decent. "Honestly Sweetheart, really surprised you never caught me. Sammy even had to snap me out of staring a few times." He chuckled to himself. Fuck, even Sammy knew. You thought.

"You know Sweetheart, you really should have taken me up on my offer." He said. "I would have taken such good care of you. Gone nice and slow...made it all about you..." He started to circle around you, examining you like you were some kind of toy. "I would have been such a gentlemen too and would have even cuddled with you afterwards."

"Now's a crappy time to tell me that you loved me." You said, a slight attitude in your voice. "Why didn't you tell me? I genuinely thought you had no interest considering...my age..." You mumbled the last couple of words, but you were curious, curious as to why he never said anything to you. He had so many opportunities to you and yet, now was the time he decided to let you know.

"I'm not really in the mood for a therapy session Sweetheart." He said, his chest pressed up against your back, his arms wrapped around you. "But you know what I am in the mood for?" He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder. You nodded. "Oh." Your nodding intrigued him. "Does my girl want to tell me?" My girl. One of the many nicknames that you loved that he called you - and one of the only ones that he had simply reserved for you. It sounded so vile coming from his mouth now.

"You want to fuck me." You said simply.

"Ding, ding, ding! That's right baby." He grinned. "Want to know how? Or do you want to be surprised?

You knew it was a tricked question: this wasn't about you, his sentence consistently repeating itself in your head. "Can you...can you tell me?"

"No. I want it to be a surprise." He grinned.

You were lying right where you had started: lying with your back on the table. But this time thankfully, you were actually free to move around, well, at least partially. Your legs were dangling off the table, your ass on the very edge - one wrong move and you'd probably fall off. Dean was positioned between your legs; both hands on your thighs holding your legs wide open. If he wasn't what he was, this would have been a sight that you would have loved to see: Dean Winchester standing fully naked in front of you. "What a fucking sight." He said finally. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of this fucking view." He said, looking into your eyes for a brief moment.

He removed his hands from your thighs, after running his hands on them. The feeling of his warm hands felt nice on your gently cool skin. "And I have to say," he began as he took his dick into his hand. "I've been with a lot of women, and I mean a lot," you hated the bragging. You knew that he was a ladies man, but this was something that you didn't particularly want to hear when you were about to lose your virginity to the man that you have been in love with for years. "But your pussy Sweetheart..." you felt the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "God..." his free hand gripped your hip. "Probably the best I've ever seen."

You wanted to shut your eyes, but that was something that you couldn't for some reason bring yourself to do. You knew your body was tense, and you were pretty sure that Dean noticed. "Sweetheart, no need to be tense. You're going to feel so fucking good, I promise." He said, his eyes flashing that brief black that you hated before turning into the green shade that you loved. "Having sex, fucking," he started to say as he started pressing his cock inside of you. "It's literally the best thing you'll ever experience in your life." He pushed himself deeper inside of you. As he did, you couldn't help but watch as he started to disappear inside of you. You already felt full and he wasn't even completely inside of you yet.

"Fuck." You said, almost throwing your head back.

He chuckled at your response. "I warned you I was big Sweetheart." He smirked. "You're taking me so, so good though." His compliment felt so weird to you. "There we go..." He half mumbled. You hoped he was all the way in now. "Ready baby?" He asked, nut knew he wasn't really asking. You nodded anyway, and that's when his smirk turned almost devilish.

His pace started out slower than you had thought he would have gone, which is something that you were grateful for. You half expected him to be going at a bruising pace as he had perfectly stated that this wasn't about you.

The room was completely silent except for the sounds of grunting (from Dean), moaning (from you) and the aggressive sounds of slapping of skin when he was pumping in and out of you (more like pounding in out of you). Your thoughts were incoherent, both of his hands were on your hips now, grippingly tight - you knew that you'd end up bruising. Despite the fact that the pace was starting to pick up and this was the first time you had anything remotely like this happen to you, the experience was...enjoyable to say the least. The feeling of him pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back into you was a feeling that you thought that you wouldn't particularly enjoy, but it was something that you had found yourself loving. "Dean..." You moaned, involuntarily. His name coming out of your mouth louder than you had expected it to be. Your legs slowly found themselves wrapping around his waist, your arms going above your head.

You didn't need to look at him to know that he was grinning from ear to ear. "Knew you'd enjoy it." He said. "Wish you could see yourself." One of his hands cupped one of your breasts, squeezing gently; this action causing you to let out yet another moan. "So sensitive." Almost a whisper. "How close are you Sweetness?" One of his hands running down your body, a finger hovering over your clit.

"C-close." You stuttered, feeling a slight pressure in the put of your stomach. "Ar-Are you?"

"Aw baby, how considerate of you to ask. Good girl." He said, chuckling slightly.

His movements started becoming sloppy now - he hadn't answered your question from before. "Dean?" You asked, moaning, slightly hushed.

"Yes baby? Are you going to cum?" You could hear the smirk on his lips. You nodded. "Better not fucking cum before me or they'll be consequences." Consequences? You didn't think about that.

"Dean...I'm..." You knew you were close, and you knew that you were going to cum before him; there was no possible way that you could control yourself. "Dean..."

"Don't fucking do it." He warned, his pace getting aggressively sloppier and faster. It amazed you that he was able to stay inside of you properly.

"F-f-fuck." You said, feeling your orgasm overcome you. As you were going through it, Dean continued to fuck you through it; one of his hands pressing down on your stomach while the other kept its bruising grip on your hips.

"That's it doll..." he said, his voice seductive sounding now. As you were riding out your orgasm, you felt him cum inside of you not even a minute later.

"De-fuck..." You trailed off.

Dean pulled out of you, and you were already missing the feeling of his cock inside of you. Your legs were shaking, and you felt as if you couldn't move. You never had that many orgasms before in such a short period of time. He looked at you as you started breathing heavy, your chest moving up and down as you stayed there lying on the table. One of his fingers started tracing your very sensitive and very wet clit. "So fucking beautiful." He said.

"Dean, please..." you begged, unsure if you were asking him to fuck you again or if you were asking him to give you a break. You weren't sure if you were even able to cum again.

"Need me to fuck you again? It's only been less than a minute Sweetheart. Miss my cock that badly?" You could hear the evil smirk on his face. For some reason you nodded. "I'll make a sex addict out of you yet." He dripped his finger slightly into you, and you moaned at the slight contact. You were incredibly sensitive right now.

"Dean..." You mumbled. His finger started slowly going in and out of your folds, spreading the cum around. He pumped his finger inside of you a few times before adding another one. At this point, you didn't care how desperate or needy you looked right now.

"Greedy, greedy." He almost sang, pulling his fingers out of you. You groaned at the loss. "Gotta punish you first doll."

"P-punish me?" You asked, slightly sitting up now.

"Yep." He said, licking his fingers. "You came before Y/N. I said, if you cum before me, there will be consequences. Now, get your sweet, sweet ass from off the table."

"What...What are you going to do?" Your question was innocent enough, but you knew he wasn't going to give you an innocent answer.

"Oh Sweetheart, I'm going to spank you." He replied. "Now, get off the table and get on all fours. I won't ask again."

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Monthly Visit- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!female word count: 1.4k warnings: periods, teenage boys, tooth rotting fluff main masterlist Opposites Attract masterlist

A/N: my monthly visitor is here and I want to die:) so here's some Opposites Attract Jake fluff because I need it. also…. SEND IN REQUESTS:)

Hangman grew up with sisters, so this was nothing new to him. He should’ve seen the signs but he completely missed them all. He knew there was something up with her when she was more sensitive to his touch, or how she seemed to get upset easier, or when she completely cut their date night short to go home cause she wasn’t feeling well. It had gone on for about a week, and Jake was starting to get suspicious of her behavior. Yes, she was still a shy person, but Jake thought that they had gotten past that barrier. He thought they had gotten to the place where they told each other everything.

Jake was feeling a little off put as they sat on opposite ends of the couch like they were teenagers at his parents house watching a movie. Y/N’s eyes were trained on the movie, some romcom that she had picked, and Jake had a hard time paying attention to the movie, more worried about her. Every so often she would shift around, letting out a small whimper as she did. He also noticed that every so often she would fight back tears at a scene that wasn’t even really all that sad.

“What’s going on with you?” Jake asked, turning his body to completely face her on the couch.

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” Y/N said, quickly looking at him and then back to the movie.

“You’ve been acting weird for the past week, and now. . . you’re crying at Heath Ledger singing some song to Julia Stiles,” Jake said, and reached forward grabbing the remote pausing the movie, “What’s wrong? Talk to me. I’m your boyfriend, and you’re completely cutting me out.”

Y/N let out a shaky sigh as she pulled her knees into her chest. Jake immediately felt bad as he noticed the tears running down her face.

“Oh no, baby,” Jake cooed, and moved towards her, pulling her into his strong arms, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

She buried his face into his chest, as he rested his chin on top of her head, and rubbed her back soothingly. There was only one thing that was running through his head at what the cause of this could be. It had been rattling around in his brain since the moment she walked through his door, but he knew that it wasn’t just something you ask a someone. But he also knew that she was probably in pain by the way she was whimpering and moving around, so he decided to bite the bullet and take the consequences if this backfired.

“Baby, are you on your period?” He asked softly.

There was a beat of silence before she nodded and mumbled out a quiet, “yeah.”

Jake sighed in relief, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She pulled back from him, and wiped the tears from her face, “It’s not your thing to deal with. My ex didn't like talking about it or really knowing about it. He said it made him feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“One, your ex sounds like a real ass,” Jake said, and Y/N chuckled in agreement, “And two, I want you to tell me if you’re in pain, sweetheart. I want to help you the best I can, make you feel comfortable. What can I do? What do you need?”

“Well, I-I’m kind of cold-”

Jake quickly grabbed the collar of the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing and took it off, handing it to her. She giggled, and slipped it on her body, being engulfed from the warmth of his body and the clothing, and the scent of his cologne.

“Lookin like the cutest longhorn fan I’ve ever seen,” Jake smiled at her, his accent coming in thick.

“Just cause I’m wearing it doesn’t mean I like them. Horns down forever,” She shot back quickly.

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that. Anything else you need? I don’t have much here, but I can go make a CVS run,” Jake said, “Actually, I will.” He stood up and walked to the kitchen. Y/N watched from her spot as he dug around in one of the drawers, grabbing a notepad and a pencil, “Write down what you need, not just right now, but in the future for the next time your period comes and I can be more prepared. And don’t hold back.”

“Jake, you really don’t-”

“I’m doing it whether you tell me what you want or not.”

It took about five minutes for Jake to get the list from Y/N, and head to CVS. Jake had managed to get everything off the list, even grabbing some stuff that wasn’t on the list that he could remember his sisters buying. The last thing was tampons, and Jake stood in the aisle, carefully reading the boxes trying to find the exact ones that Y/N had asked for. He knew that she would tell him exactly what to get, and for that he was grateful. He could remember shopping with his mom, his sisters, and past girlfriends, watching them grab a single box from the colorful display of different brands and styles of feminie products. Jake’s green eyes narrowed on a box which looked like the one that Y/N had told him to get.

“Bro, imagine being that fucking whiped.”

“He’s such an omega.”

“It’s fucking weird.”

Jake looked up from the box he was holding and looked over at a group of teenage boys, who were standing on the opposite end of the aisle, looking at condoms. Jake Seresin was a man of pride, and he was not embarrassed by standing in the femine hygiene aisle, looking at tampon and pad brands for his girlfriend. He rolled his shoulders back a bit, standing up straighter as he kept hearing their pubescent giggles and conversation.

“There’s no way he’s actually getting any. No guy who buys pads actually gets some.”

Tossing the box of tampons in his basket, Jake turned towards the teenagers and smirked, “And that’s where you’re wrong. It actually means I’m getting pussy from someone I know so intimately that I feel comfortable buying her period products, fuck off virgins,” Jake saw them look down at their shoes and he took a glance at the condom brand in one of their hands, “Also fire and ice. . .not the best.”

“I fucking told you!” One of the boys said, and Jake walked past them towards the checkout counter.

Jake wasn’t surprised when he came home and saw Y/N asleep on the couch. She looked exhausted when she first came over, and with the movie over and her being more comfortable, she drifted off to sleep while waiting for Jake. He put his keys in the bowl next to the door and walked into the kitchen, putting the various items he got away. He took the tampons and midol upstairs to his bathroom, putting them in his drawer for her to use. Jake also plugged in the heating pad on one side of the bed, and grabbed a blanket, throwing it in the dryer before he walked back downstairs to bring Y/N to bed.

He smiled at her sleeping frame, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, and snapping a picture. Jake bent down, and brushed her hair from her face and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed,” Jake whispered to her, and she groaned in response, turning to face the back of the couch. Jake chuckled, she was never a morning person. Y/N loved her sleep and hated being woken up, “I know, grumpy, but I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.”

“Shush,” She mumbled and Jake shook his head with a smile. He easily slipped his arm underneath her knees and the other around her back, picking her up bridal style. Jake felt his heart ooze with even more love when she nuzzled her face into his neck. He softly placed her down on the bed, and she thanked him as her head hit the soft pillow.

“Do you need anything?” Jake asked her.

“Can you rub my back?”

“Of course,” Jake answered. He slipped his shirt and sweatpants off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into him. Her cheek rested on his bare chest as his hand went to her lower back and slowly started massaging the area. The feeling of Jake’s hand drawing linguided circles on her back, applying the right amount of pressure slowly helped lull her back into the best sleep she had in weeks.

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sensei-venus · 8 months

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Omg! Please! As soon as Lawrence!Reader is strapped down on the car, Robby and Miguel think they're in the clear, but then she starts babbling on about how God knows what!

Bonus points if it's shit neither of them want to hear nor should know about lol

- and anxious gemini bound to get her wisdom teeth out

(Unedited) (Blood,Spit, Lawrence!Reader donky-konging Miguel and Robby in the dentist parking lot because she can, Miguel regrets trying to help, Robby wants to escape his violent sister for once.) ( @gemini-sensei )

“I hate you the mostttt- you and your fucking lush baby curls.” Reader said though a full mouth of cotton balls.

Her hands where stuck under her ass in the seat in hopes of keeping them to herself for the ride. Robby actually grimaced as he watched his sister from the front seat. It took over twenty minutes to even get her into the van and another ten to actually get her strapped in. The whole time she tried to drag them into the van and slam them against the hard plastic of the walls. She was able to smash Robby’s face into a window and then body slam Miguel into one of the back seats, knocking the air out of him.

Getting the Lawrence girl into a car after having her wisdom teeth removed seemed to be almost impossible.

Even with the help of Miguel it was still a challenge.

Miguel being called to help was a long shot. Bring Hawk would have been a nightmare, Demetri would probably never shut up, and Sam would be to worried. None of them would have been able to help try and corner the girl. She was still very loopy from the mass amount of drugs the dentist pumped into her. That did nothing to stop her from having her usual violent outbursts. If anything it only made her more unpredictable. Honestly it was scaring the hell out of Robby. And she was his sister at that.

Miguel was the only choice he really had.

Robby tried his best to ignore the gross red blood tinted drool that threatened to escape her lip. She looked at him but he couldn’t tell if she was looking at him or though him.

“Don’t you fucking dare-“ was all he was able to get out before Reader blew a fat bloody spit bubble his way. Miguel sat in the passenger seat in pure disgust. Watching the girl blow blood at them out of spite was one of the grossest things he had ever seen. He could handle a little bit of blood, but this was just nasty.

“You let them fucking steal my teeth you assholes. I’m going to steal your teeth.” She slurred before looking out the window. Her eyes glazed over , still loopy from the laughing gas and pain meds the dentist had given her. All of them jay sat in silence. The only sound was the ac going in the car.

Miguel slumped in the seat, slinging down in a heap. His eyes slowly moved to look over at Robby “Who thought this was a good idea? Letting you of all people take her home after getting her wisdom teeth take out.” Robby basically growls out “You already know who. Johnny didn’t want to do it because he didn’t want to hear her whining after the meds slowly started to seep out of her system!” Miguel slowly turned his head. His eyes locking with the dirty blonde.

His eye twitched a little in annoyance “Have you meet your sister? She’s a fucking hardass who likes picking fights. You thought she was going to be quiet after they got her high off her ass on pain killers?? Her teeth are gone dude. You think she’s happy.” Reader kicked at the back of Robby’s seat, soon turning to Miguel’s to do the same thing.

“Pay attention to me!!!” Reader whined from the back seat. Her hands still stuck under her butt as she looked at the two boys. Soon her eyes started to well up with tears. Both boys looked at each other for a split second. That was all it took before Reader was crying in the back seat, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks and red spit spilling down her chin. It dripped onto her thick thighs and stained her pants. Her chest hiccups with sobs as the minutes tick by.

Both guys freeze up as the violent and shit talking girl they know crys. Not even Robby can remember the last time he witnessed his sister cry over something. Maybe when they where kids as she fell at the skate park. Scraping her knee so bad it scared over.

Miguel wanted to hide away and get as far as possible. Reader crying was not on his too do list what so ever. Her crying had to be some kind of bad sign of some kind. He looked to Robby for some kind of plan.

“Hey it’s ok, why don’t we go get some ice cream? You always like ice cream, and it might make you feel a little better.” Robby says in hopes of calming her down.

“What if I call Tory and ask her if she wants to come over and play some video games with you? You love it when Tory comes over to hang out. I bet she would love to come over today.” Miguel thinks on his feet.

Reader slowly starts to calm down. Her heavy sobs start to slow but her lips still tremble. Eyes puffy and hot form the salty tears. Cheeks hot and flustered. Robby quickly grabs a hand full of napkins from the glove box. With them in hand he reaches back and gently wipes the mix of drool and bloody spit from his sisters face. She doesn’t do much and just lets him.

“Ok…” she says in a defeated tone of voice. Big eyes find their way to her brothers.

“Can Tory come for ice cream too?? Please??” She whimpers as she falls back into her seat. Slumping back and finally showing some sign of defeat.

In a instant relief fills Miguel and Robby.

Thank fucking god for Tory and ice cream.

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 2 years

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Show you off Pt. 1

pairing: modern!Eddie x Sinclair sister

warning: breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering(fem) receiving, masturbation, light angst, mentions of racist comments. A very horny Eddie Munson because that’s how much he loves his girl. Minors DNI

word count: 2k

a/n: HIIIIII MUTHA FUCKAS DID YOU MISS MEEE? (Lizzo voice)

Sometimes Eddie wonders how she got so lucky to be with someone like Devina Sinclair. Hawkins High School was anything but wonderful, especially for people like them. A Black girl, with a love for books and a nerdy chaotic metalhead. Eddie had no interest in books, unless it was fantasy, but more specifically The Hobbit. Devina had no interest in metal, maybe soft rock, or R&B; unlike most couples that had nothing in common, they were able to meet each other in the middle.

Eddie had taught Devina how to play guitar all summer long back in high school, the boys were getting jealous that he was spending more of his time with her, than with his actual band. “Well if you two had girlfriends, maybe you wouldn't have to wait for me all the time.” He would tease them, but he was right, the way Gareth and Jeff explained it, Eddie practically saved them from the vultures like some God in fifth grade. They had been stuck to his side ever since, eventually they went their separate ways after high school.

No matter how much she tried to coax him, Eddie still took no interest in books, but he loved it when she read to him. They’d lay in bed together, their bodies tangled, the curtains drawn, and her soft feminine voice lulled him to sleep like a baby every time. It was on a day like this when Eddie learned his baby could sing, and boy could she sing her ass off. Once she thought he was sleeping, her voice would shift into a hushed humming of whatever song popped into her head.

“When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.” She sang quietly, while stroking Eddie’s hair, his eyes popped open, but he didnt move. Radiohead is one of his favorite bands, but he’s sure he hasn’t mentioned that before.

“Okay, two questions: 1. Who the hell taught you that song, and 2. When did you start singing? I need to know this information.” Eddie sat up from his spot between her thick thighs, suddenly he had the energy of a golden retriever.

“No one taught me that song, I’ve been a fan for a while, and I’ve alway been a singer…just in my own time. I thought you knew this?” Devina giggled when Eddie's eyes widened as large as plate saucers, his lips pulled back into a wide bright smile, and his brown eyes watched her with a mischievous look in them.

“No Eddie.” Devina began to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into him closely so that she couldn't get away.

“Please Please Please come on stage tonight Vina. I want to show the world how amazing you are, you deserve it.” His voice lowered into a whisper, and his bottom lids brimmed with tears. He does this to her every time he has to ask her to do something she’ll most likely say no to. She doesn't cave in right away, after a while though she ends up saying yes.

He loves showing off his girl, any chance he gets Eddie brings her up in all of his interviews, or just regular conversation. When he does live shows she'd be standing directly in the front supporting him, and at the end of the shows Eddie would always shout her out. If he was more tech savvy he would probably post you all the time, but just watching you scroll through Instagram made him feel overwhelmed.

“Eddie dont give me that look, I’m sure your fans care nothing about me, they didn't pay to see me. They paid for Eddie Munson.” Devina groaned, some of his fans already gave her an ear full over social media. At one point it had gotten so bad that she had to just turn her comments off on all platforms. When you live in a bubble like Devina, one isn't quite aware of how shitty the world is until something happens directly to you.

“Babe, you know I don’t care what those people say, I love you.” Eddie proclaimed, he claimed on top of her, and held her arms above her head. His face leaned in closer to her, their lips grazing each other, she could smell the sweet scent of raspberries from the cheesecake they scarfed down a little over an hour ago.

“Yeah, but I care, Eddie, the things they say…they’re saying them to me, not you.” Devina argued, she knew he was hurt by some of the fans behavior, the way he saw it, Devina is an extension of him. However, there’s only so much of the insults that he could directly relate to, like the racist comments for example. She could recall a few times people have commented under her post with Eddie, calling her different variations of a “Fat monkey”, but she’s never told him about those.

“Baby girl…I know what it’s like to be bullied, the only reason why I wasn't thrown in trash cans in high school is because I hit a growth spurt by the time I reached 10th grade. That, and people thought I was using DnD to cast spells and summon the Devil. That’s not the point though.” Eddie took a breath, the warm air fanning out over Devina’s face, she remained quiet, he got deep in thought during conversations like this.

“For a while I’ve been letting you deal with these issues on your own, I guess I just didn't want to make you feel like I was babying you. But that’s about to change right now, you’re my girl, my love, my life. I guess what I’m saying is, I got your back Devina Sinclair. There is no way you’re going to be sitting back in my shadow when you’ve got your own sunshine. So please, please, pretty please, sing for me tonight.” Eddie begged, his hands slid down her arms to cup her round face, Devina brought her legs up to wrap around his waist.

“Only if you promise to be on stage with me?” she tried to bargain, though Eddie didn’t need much convincing from her, whatever Devina asked for the answer is always yes. Her hands slid underneath his undershirt, she lightly drug her nails down his stomach. He’s been in the gym a lot more than usual over the past few months, Devina is starting to notice how much more his muscles have become more defined. She’s not mad at it at all, she loved her DnD king either way.

“Sweetheart you could ask me to jump off a bridge and I do it, yes, I’ll be on stage with you.” Eddie moaned lightly as Devina's hands reached into his boxers, her hand wrapped around his thick shaft. Slowly she stroked him, Eddie trailed kisses from her lips, down her neck, and down between her breasts. He placed one hand next to her head to hold him up, and the other hand reached between her panties. Two of Eddie's fingers gently slipped into the warmth of her flower, which was already slick with her natural sap.

“Look at you, fucking perfect. And you’re all mine, isn't that right Devina.” Eddie cooed, his fingers slipped out, slipped over her clit, and back in one more time before he pulled himself out of his boxers.

“Fuck Eddie, yes I’m only yours.” She moaned as he slid into her slowly, Eddie fucking Munson, a monster of a dick if she did say so herself. He’s probably the biggest she’s ever had, and the best. Always so careful as to not hurt her, always knowing the right way to please her, he knew her body language like no other. The girth of him stretched her deliciously, he leaned back a little to get the right angle which had Devina’s back arching deeply. One leg at his side, and her other held in the air as Eddie gripped her ankle.

“That’s right baby, keep fucking squeezing me, I love it.” He moaned gruffly, nothing turned him on more than watching how Devina keeps herself healthy for him. Not that she was on a strenuous diet or anything, because he loved how soft, and plushy she is. But he knew that she liked to do a lot of self care, and beauty stuff. The bathroom is filled with fancy feminin hygiene products, and the fridge is packed with lots of fruits, and veggies. She keeps everything waxed, soft, and clean. His Devina is soft from the inside out, perfect, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

“Devina sweetheart, this pussy is gonna kill me one of these days, you want me to come inside you baby? Say it out loud for me.”

“You know I want your cum baby, please, I love it when you fill me up.” The sound of her soft pleads, caressed Eddie's ears, and sent a shiver down his spine. There’s something so…mischievous about Devina, she has this side of her that is angelic, sweet. Then there are times she will say the nastiest things to him in private only to be heard by him. It drove him wild, the way she interacts with others, versus the way she interacted with him, it’s like she’s two different people.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.” Eddie lowered himself onto her, the weight of him pressing Devina further into the bed, both her legs up over his shoulders, and their breathing escalated as he began to pound into Devina at a steady rhythm.

“Just like that baby, give me all that dick!” Devina shouted into Eddie's ear, he loved to hear her like this, not a single care in the world. Her words encouraged him further as he dug into her plush soft lips as far as he could go. Suddenly the thought of Devina with a large pregnant belly sparked in his mind, a sensation of butterflies rippling through his stomach brought him closer to an intense orgasam.

“Fuck Devina, I wanna give you every-fucking-thing. Can I do that, baby?” Eddie groaned, so close already, he couldn’t handle holding on any more. Her lips sucked gently on the base of her neck, and then trailed kissed up to his earlobe where she nibbled, flicked with her tongue.

“Give it to me baby.” Devina whispered lustfully, at the same time Eddie pulled all the way out to the tip, and thrusted back into her with all his might. His creamy hot load came spilling out into Devina, Their groans, and whines of pleasure mixed together as Eddie continued to pump in her, the gooey feeling becoming somewhat addicting. He had to do this again tonight, and the thought of it would never leave his mind until then.

The both of them laid there like that, arms, and legs tangled around each other. The air of their breathing, mixed with the scent of sex lingered in the room. Even when Eddie went soft again, they continued to lay like that until Devina had fallen asleep, and he really didn't want to wake her. After that they both needed a shower.

“You go first, if I go in with you this time, I won't make it to tonight's show.” Eddie chided, Davina giggled, kissed him on the lips, and rolled out of bed. Before she could get too far away, he turned over, and smacked her on the ass watching the way her cheeks jiggle. He ran his fingers through his curly hair getting turned on all over again, so he did what he always did when he got horny, and Devina wasn't around. He leaned back onto the bed, and wrapped his hand around himself, he closed his eyes imagining Devina on top of him with her round pillowy butt cheeks bouncing on him. He had endless lewd and explicit photos of Devina on his phone, but was too lazy to reach for it. Instead he reached for the pair of discarded cotton panties she just took off. A fresh musk scent left behind, and a tiny wet stain in the center.

“Shit this girl is gonna be the death of me.” Eddie moaned as he continued to stroke himself, though he wished this could last longer, he made quick work of it. After a few more pumps with his hand, Eddie is coming again into his hand, but it wasn't as quite exciting as coming into Devina.

“Alright rock star, showers all yours.” She appeared out of a haze of shower steam like a goddess, Eddie felt his dick jump, clearly it thought that they were going to get some more pussy. As much as he would like to comply, priorities must be at the top of the list. He sighed heavily, but still dragged himself out of bed, and got ready for his night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x curvy!black!reader #eddie munson x black!oc #sinclair!reader

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scaryscarecrows · 2 months

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What is one moment everyone felt really badass that didn’t involve killing/torturing people?

Antoine: Successfully blamed my sister for cracking the front window. Our parents still rag on her about it. She keeps insisting it was me, but so far, no luck. Sometimes it pays to be the baby brother.

Jimmy: ...yeah, Area 51 was neat. You'd be surprised to know what's in there. I'm not sharing unless you have several billion dollars, because that's leverage, baby, but you'd be surprised.

Trent: Okay. So we were sparring, and the boss tried one of his stupid Flying Ninja Moves. And I'll probably never get this lucky again, but I sidestepped him, and grabbed his punk ass like a mosquito. I don't know who was more surprised, but it doesn't matter, because I recovered faster and threw him into the wall. SO THERE.

Frank: Okay. So they don't tell you that when you become The Husband, it doesn't matter if you're scared of the big, hairy spiders that fly at your face or run off and hide under the couch, because getting them--preferably alive--is now your job. And the first time Daisy was on a chair, screaming, and I repressed my instinct to climb on the table and scream with her, that was hardcore. I mean, I thought about it. BUT I GOT THE SPIDER. ALIVE. OUT OF THE HOUSE.

Mark: Self-stitches sucked, but I lived and it didn't even scar that bad. You know, considering. That was cool, I guess.

Riley: Knocked Trent flat on his ass. I told him. I told him that would happen. In his defense, he hadn't known me very long, but he still should have listened.

#asks #the squad

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aemonds-little-belle · 1 year

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Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER FOUR (THE CHAT)

(An Edit of A Previous Chapter Four)

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3)

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

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The waffles were placed on the table, syrups, butters, and whip creams of different flavors, scattered around the main dishe’s plates, empty coffee mugs waiting to be picked up. “What do you do in your free time?” Y/n asked, taking a bite of her own waffles, her cheeks puffing out as she chewed.

“I read sometimes.” Aemond answered, putting his fork down, wiping his mouth with a napkin, letting out a low hum before continuing. “I hope to fill my free time with you though.” Y/n froze, her mouth still full, as she felt her body heat up, her heart beat quicker, sure she knew he wanted to spend his time with her, that was the whole point, but him saying the words made it all more real, all more personal. “Speaking of, I have a business event coming up on Wednesday, I will need you to be my plus one.”

“I work Wednesday.” Y/n pouted back.

“I know.” Aemond crossed his arms, his plate empty, him now waiting for Y/n to be finished. “The event doesn’t start until 8pm, I’ll pick you up from work and you can get ready with me.”

“Oh, okay.”

“We’ll have to go shopping this weekend, find you a dress, and me a suit to match.” He pulled out his phone, his calendar opened, his eye scanning to make sure he was still free. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“I have a few errands to run, but yes, I’m free.”

“We can do those together then, does nine am sound good?” He began typing the plans into the calendar.

‘So much for sleeping in.’ “Sure, but my errands are boring, Aemond.” She smiled. “I don’t want to drag you along grocery shopping.”

“I enjoy the mundane things, Y/n, I would much rather take you grocery shopping than to a fancy party.” He leaned forward, his hands clasped and sat on the table. “I want to spend real time with you, doing boring things.” His tone left no room for argument, no space to talk back, though Y/n wasn’t sure she even wanted to. “So I will pick you up at nine, and we will go grocery shopping.”

“Okay.”

The table fell silent for a few seconds, Aemond still on his phone, before Y/n spoke, filling the silence with much needed noise once again. “Were you the one that posted the ads?”

“Yes, with the help of my sister.” Aemond answered, finally turning his phone off and placing it on the table face down, fully in the conversation.

“Why did you post them in Flea Bottom? Why not ask people in your own world?” She asked, taking a sip of water, resting her head on her hands, the exhaustion of the day finally hitting.

“Because I’ve done that before, and I am sick of not being needed, never actually helping anyone.” He admitted, his grasp on his own hands tightening, his jaw clenched. “Their fathers pay their rent, grandparents indulge them in their shopping habits.” His tone hardened. “I was just a powerful elbow to hold, a prize to be won.” Even though his words felt heavy, his eye seemed to soften. “Maybe I’m just selfish, but I want someone to need me, really need me.”

“I don’t think that’s selfish.” Y/n smiled, her eyes meeting his. “I think it’s sweet.”

Aemond cleared his throat, conflicted with the pure vulnerability of the moment. “Why did you answer the ad?” He questioned, deciding to fight the urge to run, instead leaning into the intimate conversation. “The real reason.” He added, recalling her half assed excuse the first time around.

Y/n’s face dropped slightly. “Um.” She whispered, her spine straightening, hands falling to her lap to fiddle with one another as anxiety washed over her. “I guess, I don’t know, I could use the money.” Her eyebrows furrowed, as if she was debating something within the walls of her own head.

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed, the gesture telling, as if he knew she was lying, withholding the truth to an extent. “I don’t believe you.” He admitted, a playful yet malicious smirk making its way onto his face.

“I, I guess I’ve just spent my whole life being told that I’m unwanted, so having someone enjoy my company so much they're willing to pay for it was, exciting. I don’t know, it sounds stupid now that I’ve said it aloud.” She gave a small chuckle, trying to dismiss the emotion behind the answer, taking another bite of her waffle to subconsciously silence herself.

“I don’t think it’s stupid.” He practically stole her previous words, but before he could add on his own, Daris came back to the table, picking up the coffee mugs, offering a warm smile to each of his patrons.

“Would either of you like desert?” He asked, Y/n’s eyes lighting up like a childs before slowly dimming again.

“Y/n?” Aemond asked, turning his attention to her, her cheeks warming under the sudden attention of two people.

“No thank you.” She smiled politely, placing her fork and knife on the plate, signaling she was done. “I should really get home.” She turned to Aemond, checking his watch before nodding his head.

“The check please, Daris.” Aemond cleared his throat, his fork and knife now placed on his plate too as Daris walked away.

“Thank you for dinner Aemond, I really enjoyed it.” Y/n genuinely smiled, grabbing her coat, placing her things into the pockets before putting it back on.

“You’re welcome, Little Dragon.” Aemond hummed, checking his phone once again before putting his coat on too. “Just wait here while I pay the bill.” He said, walking away, his suit jacket making his shoulders look broader than before.

Y/n stood up, stacking the dishes nicer, making the table as neat as possible before beginning to take a few steps, noticing a dark blob on Aemond’s seat. Y/n picked it up, Aemond’s trench coat much heavier than it looked, the heavy duty wool warm and sturdy. She began folding it, smiling when she looked closer at the buttons, High Valyrian words engraved into each button.

“Y/n?” Aemond called out, a few steps ahead of her, just in front of the doors. “Do you have everything?” He asked, willing his amused smile away, the sight of her smiling at his coat buttons, the thing he loved so dearly in her hands, made his heart beat faster, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit that.

“Mhm!” She smiled, walking towards him and handing him his coat. “What do the buttons say?” She asked, looking at him with wonder in her eyes, his looking back at her with confusion, almost anger. “Sorry, you don’t have to tell me, I shouldn’t have asked.” ‘Fuck’.

“I’ll tell you someday.” He hummed, looking at the buttons himself, Y/n just nodding back with a sympathetic smile. “Ready to go home?”

“Yes, and again thank you for dinner!” Y/n stood still, unsure if she could, ‘should’, hug him, or if maybe a handshake was in order. “I’ll see you tomorrow then!” She called out, walking towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Aemond chuckled behind her, causing her to turn around.

“The bus station?” She asked, as if her answer was a question, around him she felt like everything she said was being graded, hoping her lack of confidence in the answer would lessen the blow if it was the wrong one.

“That’s not going to happen.” Aemond sent an unamused smile her way as he put his trench coat on, pulling his long locks from their trapped spot under it. “Do you even know where we are?” He questioned her.

‘Oh … No I do not.’ “No.” She admitted, though she knew how to take bus stops, she realized that she had no idea where the closest one was, or if it would even include Flea Bottom in it’s route.

“I enjoyed your little show there, little dragon.” He walked closer to her, his breath fanning over her face. “But you have someone to rely on now, and I have someone to spoil.” The last few words were whispered, like he couldn’t believe them himself. “So if you start walking to the car now, I’ll even let you pick the music.”

Y/n stood still and silent, Aemond shockingly close, his words heavy yet kind. “Right.” She whispered, looking up at his lilac eye, his pupil dilated slightly, his sly smile still growing. She turned around happily, trying to think of what music Aemond might enjoy, though she did realize this would be a fun opportunity to see how much pain, horrible songs she could play, he could take until he would cave, how far would he go for her. A smile lit up on her face, her almost skipping out the door as Aemond walked behind her. It was going to be a fun arrangement, they could both feel it.

#aemond targaryen x oc #prince aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #modern!aemond x reader #modern!aemond targaryen #sb/sd!au #sugar baby!au #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #sugar daddy!Aemond Targaryen #aemond targaryen x original character #modern au #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #hotd

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DON'T BLAME ME || 1 || Jay Halstead / Thea Rhodes

Synopsis: Theodosia Rhodes, the youngest daughter of a big-time Chicago CEO, needs a husband of her own choice before her father makes that decision for her. Jason Halstead, newly-made Intelligence detective, needs a wife to inherit his portion of his mother's inheritance.

Warnings: Mentions of arson, kidnapping, murder, rape; allusion to childhood trauma, suicide, cancer-related death; descriptions of vehicular accidents including, but not limited to, car-on-car collision, car-on-truck, train; outright familial/parental pressure; portrayal of misogyny and misandry. Read ahead at your own risk.

THEODOSIA

My phone buzzed against the bar shelf, as I slid two Long Island ice teas. The constant vibrantions from my pocket annoyed me, so lately I kept a box under the bar for employees to leave their phones if they wanted.

"Should probably answer that," Matt chided from my right. Despite the crowd in Molly's, he could still hear my phone on vibrate. Granted, we were trained to hear the littlest things.

Kelly laughed beside him. "I can guarantee it's the old man or the sister."

"More likely my sister," I snorted, pulling out another bear for them. "Less talk about my familial pressure for marriage and more drinking, boys."

"You don't need our money, you're richer than the entire department," Kelly frowns.

"I do need to pay my employees though, and I'd rather use the money made from this place than my allowance." Considering I own Molly's and not Cornelius. "I might own a department store but Molly's isn't in cahoots with Dolan Rhodes, and I'd rather keep it that way."

Kelly raised his beer in agreement, before I set off to serve other customers. I tend to the usual, everyday regulars that I only ever see in the bar and not at my full-time job, then head over to the officers and detectives sitting at the very end of my bar.

"Good evening, Lieutenant," Antonio nodded once politely, earning a light smack from me. "You might work with my sister, but I'm not getting kicked out for pissing off the bartender."

I snickered, "you have a lot more than getting kicked out to worry about, Antonio. I know all your dirty little secrets. Everyone bullshits to the bartender."

"Just the usual, Rhodes," Atwater laughed between him and Ruzek. I grabbed the men their usual drinks, moving on to cleaning the glasses in the sink.

Ruzek, amidst his friends' conversation, looked at me over his bottle. "My sister's finished med school, and I know your old man donates to Chicago Med."

"And you want me to put in a good word for her?" I nodded over his head. "Which one is she?"

"She doesn't drink, knowing the risks as a doctor and all."

I smiled. "Like her already. I'll put in a good word, as long as you bring her next time. We got a stock of non-alcoholics out back for when we have shift the next day."

Ruzek thanked me and returned to conversation with his co-workers. I heard my name called, following the voice to Gabby Dawson, one of the best paramedics I know and a damn good barkeep.

"You've met Severide's sister," Gabby waved a hand at Brooklyn Severide.

"How could I not when I babysit her niece?"

Brooklyn raised her glass to me, "my niece's mother, you mean."

"You got a kid?" One detective Jay Halstead asked me.

That particular detective that seduced one of my greatest friends, a non-blood sister, and lied to her for the sake of undercover work. He then proceed to let Molly's get set on fire, the one bar owned and worked by firefighters, and broke up with her in the end. I still wanted to kick his ass for that.

Mostly for Gabby, but also for Molly's. My poor baby.

I raised my head a little. "Best friend's kid, lost her mom. I try to be the mother she deserves." To say I'm still a little apprehensive of the detective would be an understatement.

"And you are," Brooklyn held my arm in her hand, before going back to her drink. "Best damn woman in the world, this one."

I see what's happening.

"Fire lieutenant, great with kids, animals and the elderly. Great with cops too. Did I mention she scaled a two story house to get a cat out of a tree because the truck ladder was stuck?" Brooklyn, a little tipsy already, latched onto Halstead's wrist.

He laughed. For such a dick, the laugh was cute. Really brought out a young side to him. Too bad he's a liar. "About a million times, Brooke. You tried to scout her off to Atwater this morning."

"You did?" I deadpanned. In the near decade I'd known her, Brooklyn had been trying to set me up with men—and women when I came out to her—left and right. I was too good for her brother, apparently. I doubted she realised her brother was also like a brother to me.

It just so happened that his daughter looks more like me with her gorgeous brown hair and brown eyes, and likes to call me Mommy whenever her dad brings her over.

"He's a handsome man, Rho, and he'd take good care of you." Brooklyn excused, turning back to Halstead. "Did I mention benefits? Also she's rich, so that's its own benefit."

She's trying to set me up with this dickwad.

"I'm not that urgent for a wife," Halstead shook his head at Brooklyn, keeping his arm out under his partner's hand.

Kelly called across the room to me, "Mom, baby's calling for you!" That got me there in two seconds. Elizabeth Severide was the cutest little girl in existence, and she would be gorgeous as she got older. The Italian in her would bring that out in her.

She was in every way her dad's daughter, from the smile down to the attitude. The Severide siblings were already a lot to deal with, and to pile on a mini-version of Kelly? I couldn't say no to Elli's little face though.

Elizabeth lost her mother when she was born, and the moment Kelly met his baby girl, I had been with him and encouraged him to at least see her before deciding to let her maternal grandparents take her. He'd asked me an important name to me, in which I said his name or Matt's. They were the closest to brothers I had since Connor went overseas.

When it came down to girls names, it had to be my mother's. I lost her when I was ten, to depression, but she was still my mother, down to the looks and personality. So he'd named her Elizabeth Leslie, after my mother and his best friend, Shay.

Shay was ecstatic her best friend's kid was named after her, and it happened that her middle name was Elizabeth. More often times than not, she'd call Elli by her middle name because she liked it so much.

"Hi, Mommy!" Elli waved at me over FaceTime through Kelly's phone. She was at the Herrmanns', while I worked and Kelly hung out until it was time for him to head home. "What are you doing?"

"I'm working, Reginetta." I smiled, taking the phone from her dad. She loved the little nickname I called her, since I'd promised her mother's parents I'd teach her Italian. Being privately tutored in a language of my choice helped them agree to let Kelly keep her. "Are you in bed?"

"Cindy said I can stay up until Daddy comes pick up!"

She was the cutest little 4-year-old ever.

"Well Daddy will be home with Christopher soon. Christopher is almost finished working." I took the beer from his hands.

Elli took her eyes off me for a second, looking over the phone. "Lee Henry said you have to marry soon. Do I get a new daddy?"

"No, your daddy will still be your daddy. I can't replace him."

"But Cindy said you're not marrying Daddy."

I nodded. "That's right. I'm marrying a different man, because my daddy tells me to."

"Do you not love Daddy anymore?"

Oh sweet baby. "I love your Daddy as much as I love you, Reginetta. But your Daddy isn't the man for me. He'll marry a good woman who will love you just as much as we do."

"But I don't want another Mommy, or another Daddy!" She cried, tears falling over her chubby cheeks. "Only you and Daddy!"

"It's okay, baby, you won't see my husband unless your Daddy is okay with it, and only if you want to. He'll just be Mommy's husband."

She nodded, little sniffles leaving her nose as Cindy helped her wipe her tears. "Principessa, your Daddy and I will never introduce you to a man or a woman if you don't want to meet them. Besides, you'll probably be much older when we ask about it."

"Daddy said I'll see you o-morrow at the Big House."

My house looked like a downsized version of the firehouse, so she called my house "Mommy's House" and 51 the "Big House". It worked just as well with her calling Chief Boden the "Big Man".

"That's great! Now you get ready for Daddy to come get you, and I'll see you tomorrow, little one." I hung up and gave Kelly a look to find Herrmann. He did just that, taking his phone and leaving a kiss to the side of my head beforehand.

Closing up was as easy as cleaning a pig's back. And that was an understatement, given that I know how to clean a pig while they're running around.

With everything locked up in the bar, and the front door locked, I headed out the back where I expected Brooklyn to be. We were planning to finish off Europe trip plans before we passed out, but her car was nowhere to be seen.

"Antonio said she was too drunk to stay any longer, so he took her home." Halstead's voice carried over the small parking lot reserved for Molly's employees and family. He wasn't family; not to the bar owner. "I called Severide, he said I could park here. His sister's best friend and all. You wouldn't mind, according to him."

Brooklyn was too drunk my ass. I served her all her drinks, and when I wasn't, Gabby was. I knew how much she had.

Little shit trying to set me up.

"I'm sure you know just as well as me, but I'm fully aware she's trying to set us up, and I know you're hating it just as much as you hate me."

"I don't hate you." Now you're a freaking liar, Theodosia. "Just, despise you more than the average person."

He laughed, genuinely, while he moved around his truck to open the passenger door for me. "I think there's people that would argue with that. Unlike you, I was a screwed up kid."

"And how would you know what I was like?" I asked, and he shut the door before I even got an answer. Sitting in his car in silence was peaceful, and somehow comforting. An old smell that was awfully familiar ran over my skin.

Halstead shut the driver's door after he sat down. "One, you're the most popular woman in Chicago. Two, you did everything your dad told you to, even if it was clear you didn't enjoy it. Like modelling."

That was the bane of my long existence. I hated it, and thanked whoever had been listening to my prayers that I'd found firefighting and loved it. It was the first decision I made about my career life, and the first decision I made the moment I turned 18.

Connor had wanted to leave America, start his adult life in another country while he studied medicine, but I dug my roots into the ground of the Chicago Fire Department and fought my way through the academy on my own. I made sure the brass didn't accept any money from my old man so I knew I could accomplish something in my own right.

And it wouldn't bite me in the ass later on either. I'd found myself a real family, one where Boden was a better father than my actual one.

"Brooke always talks so highly of you," Halstead mentioned, his eyes on the road.

For as long as I've known Kelly, I've known Brooklyn. Sweet girl, only a year younger than me. I was almost directly in the middle of the Severides, with Kelly three years my senior. Kelly had been my guide right out of the academy, and when Boden wasn't mentoring me, Kelly was taking me over the basics of rescue firefighting. He'd been candidate for a few months before Matt had arrived, then he was bumped up to rescue squad about a month before I appeared.

Matt and Kelly, being a couple years older, wanted me to get close to Brooklyn, since we were closer in age and women. I was 22, and Brooklyn 21, when Kelly took us out drinking for her 21st. Unbeknownst to Brooklyn—or Kelly—one of the guys over at Firehouse 38 had preyed his eyes on the fresh 21-year-old in the bar.

I'd beaten the shit out of him, and Boden had to convince the patrol sergeant in charge not to charge me. That I was a dedicated firefighter that was just shy of 3 weeks from moving up to search squad, and that I didn't need a stained record when the lieutenants were already riding my ass.

I've had Brooklyn glued to my hip at bars since then. She was always great company, and much more of a pleasure to be around than Kelly when she was drunk. A giggly, playful sort.

She looked up to like the older sister she didn't have, and admired that I put my foot down to my father. Something she wishes she could do.

"Yeah, well, Benny and my father aren't all that different. One's just rich and the other one is god knows where." It was true, for the most part. I knew where Benny was, or where he should've been. And I knew he was coming up to Chicago to see his granddaughter.

Halstead agreed. "She said he's a better grandfather than a father."

"Most shit dads tend to be better with other people's kids. Benny's been great to me, but that's just to get on Kelly's good side. Be nice to your granddaughter's mother figure and you get your son happy."

He didn't say anything to that, but I didn't expect him to. As much as I knew about him, which wasn't much since he'd only been Brooklyn's partner for less than a month, but he didn't have all that good a relationship with his dad either. That's mostly why he and Brooklyn were so close as far as I was concerned.

"About that wife thing," Halstead glanced in his rearview mirror. "I need a wife to get my inheritance from my mother. It's been 10 years, and her will lawyer said if neither my brother nor I claim any of the money, it'll just go to my father. She wanted Will and I to have anything she did, since Dad didn't see her right to the end."

Well shit. Here I was being a bitch about him earlier and bitching to Otis about Brooklyn trying to set me up to marry him, and he needs a wife to keep money from his horrid father.

"She mentioned your dad's been on you to marry men twice your age and you're hating it."

"Hating is an understatement. I could pick any one of them out in a line up against my dad and I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference."

Halstead paused, looking at me before he continued. "She suggested I marry you purely to get your dad off your ass and my inheritance from my dad."

"How long do you have?"

"A week. My mom died 10 years ago on Friday."

A husband—a detective husband at that—would get my father to back off. He could get the inheritance he's keeping from his father, and I'd get to live my life in peace from an unwanted marriage.

"Okay, you have a deal."

#chicago fire #one chicago #chicago pd #one chicago oc #jay halstead #theodosia rhodes

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deobi-scenes · 2 years

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anti-romantic — bae j.y.

summary | ‘sorry, I'm an anti-romantic I want to run far away. Already, my heart that chases you, burns up in a small flame. - Anti-romantic by TXT’

genre | friendship, youth, fluff

notes | sorry for not being able to post my last two entries for inktober. I was down with a flu these past few days; hopefully I feel so much better now. Will probably catch up on my entries as soon as soon as possible.

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y/n’s POV

"babyyy, why is the world so mean to me?" I cried while chugging on my fourth bottle of beer.

"I don't know. Maybe you were a demon in your past life." Jacob replied shrugging his shoulders

"at this time, you still managed to annoy me. Wow." I said rolling my eyes at the boy who was obviously having fun seeing my dead-ass drunk state.

We were currently at the back of his car. Drinking beers and just looking at the stars, just like we always did.

I was balling my eyes out because my boyfriend or should I say ex, broke up with me for the second time.

"baby, I told you he isn't good for you."

" thanks for saying that, Captain obvious. I mean, I'm pretty. Everyone wants to be with me and yet he has the audacity to break up with me. TWICE." I said

just then, a wild idea popped in my head.

"baby, let's go get tattoos."

he just raised his eyebrow at me and started picking up the empty beer bottles laying on the ground.

"go, inside."

somehow, we ended up on the tattoo shop that his bandmate, Kevin goes to.

" so what would it be?" the tattoo artist asked us.

We look at each other and giggled.

"pear!" we both shouted

"okay... you're call man." the tattoo said before asking me to sit on the chair.

Jacob and I decided that we would place it on our ribs. One, because I was too afraid to get it elsewhere and second, if he is seen with a tattoo, the management and the fans would go crazy.

After minutes of arguing, I finally persuaded Jacob to go first because I was really afraid.

When it was my turn, just five minutes into the session, I was screaming so loud that Jacob had to hold my hand.

"baby, why didn't you stop me." I cried

"baby, you wanted this remember."

"can I ask you guys something?"

the tattoo artist suddenly spoke making the both of us look at him.

"sure, hit us up dude." Jacob replied

“are.....you guys dating?"

We both bursted into laughter while the tattoo artist stared at us like we're maniacs.

“no, dude. You can take her if you want." he teased

“Really Jacob?” I said rolling my eyes at him. “Well, Hmmmm, how do I explain this. We're not dating nor do have romantic feelings for each other. We're best friends-more like brothers and sisters but not blood related."

"but you call each other..... baby?"

" You know how famous Jacob Bae is. Fans call him all sorts of pet names, babe, baby, angel and all sorts random shits. I got jealous so I joined the trend. Isn't it right baby?"

Jacob only nodded his head in response. Totally buying my answer.

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Jacob’s POV

"Isn't it right baby?" I nodded my head and looked at the girl who was dead ass drunk but still managed to get a tattoo.

"I'm sorry if I ask too much but seriously, I thought you guys are dating. You look good together."

the artist said making y/n smirk.

"hun, I look good with or without Jacob. But for the record, I never saw myself dating him. I want someone like him but not him, do you get what I mean? Besides, Jacob will rather put me up for auction than date me. Plus, have you seen their fans? They're scary people." She said imitating a tiger.

I chuckled at her depiction and finally her tattoo was done.

" look!"

She excitedly said pulling me towards the mirror and showing me her new tattoo.

" sure you won't regret it anytime soon?"

I asked her knowing that when she gets sober, she will scream her lungs out for the outrageous permanent ink on her body.

"I won't." she said not paying attention and repeatedly touching and wincing in pain.

"pabo.' I said looking at her.

I went over to the cashier and paid the tattoo artist.

"you’re in with love her, don't you?" he suddenly spoke catching me off-guard

"no.....?" he just chuckled at my response and pat my shoulder.

"whatever you say man."

Here's the thing. I do have feelings for y/n but I was afraid that if I blew it up then it would just taint our friendship.

Hence, I made my decision to stay just the way we are now than lose her forever.

#the boyz imagines #tbz imagines #the boyz fanfic #tbz fanfic #sangyeon #jacob bae #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #new #q #ju haknyeon #sunwoo #eric sohn

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azurbee · 1 year

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BWAAA venting, don’t be on this post if you don’t wanna hear it

So like- life is hard, that goes without saying, but shit has really been bothering me recently.

I guess that most of my problems is because of my mother, I don’t even think I can even call her one anymore. I have always been paranoid and distant from her, whenever I was young and I did something slightly wrong she would yell at me loudly or sometimes even beat me with a wooden spoon which, I probably deserved.

It’s one of the reasons why I don’t talk to her much and why I hate expressing myself without permission. I feel like if I express myself too freely people will just start getting annoyed by me and start to hate me and even start to yell at me. I’ve developed an intense fear of being yelled at, I’m fine being yelled at when it’s just joking around but when it comes down to genuine anger I just feel like a disappointment. I feel useless and unwanted and the person who yells at me should just get rid of me so that way they can feel better. I feel like I’m not aloud to make mistakes because if I do then people will start to hate me and I’ll just be a disappointment.

I really started to hate my mother when she divorced my dad. The only explanation she gave for it was “oH i JuSt DoN’t LoVe HiM aNyMoRe”. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE SOMEONE ANYMORE AFTER WHAT, ALMOST 25 YEARS??? AND EVEN AFTER YOU STARTED A FAMILY WITH THEM FOR 16 YEARS? I hated that she did that, I hate that I’m seeing her so much more happy now, I hate that she did that to my dad. Do you even realize the shit he’s been through?? You just gave him his second divorce! I don’t know why he divorce his first wife, and I don’t think I have the right to ask but my dad is the best father I could ever ask for. Unlike my mom, he actually understands my brother and I, he does whatever he can to spend time with us.

My dad has worked so hard for everyone for his whole life, he has done so much for us AND THIS IS HOW HE’S TREATED??? Two divorces, a shitty new boss who doesn’t allow him overtime for most of the time, he has to live with my step-sister and her god awful family in their zoo of a house, which may I add, ISN’T EVEN THEIR HOUSE! IT’S MY DADS AND THEY DON’T EVEN PAY HIM RENT! OH AND THEY CHERRY ON TOP, THERES A SCREAMING BABY 24/7 AND MY SISTER AND HER SHITTY HUSBAND DON’T DO SHIT ABOUT IT!!! MY DAD EVEN SAYS HE FEELS LIKE A PRISONER IN HIS OWN HOUSE!

I hate that this is what my dad gets in return for everything he has done for us, I hate that my useless ass can’t do shit about it.

There’s also the fact that I have been getting worn down by the fact I can’t have a day to rest. During the week, I have school. When it gets to Friday and the weekend I go to my dads. When there’s a weekend I don’t got to my dads, my mom forces me to go somewhere with her. It’s been so draining, I just want a weekend to go straight to a house and actually get some rest. I’ve been so burnt out from this that I don’t have the motivation to do school work or personal work and that just adds even more stress to everything.

My mom has been losing her cool a lot more recently, especially with my dogs. I’m genuinely scared she might kill them. I love my dogs to death and I don’t know what I’ll do without them.

So much shit has been happening that I’m sure that it doesn’t matter what I think anymore. I’m just a punching bag, I’m only alive to make people feel better about themselves, my feelings don’t matter. I’m tired but I can’t sleep in the same house with a women like her. I just want this to stop.

I wanted to wait a little longer but I keep getting pushed to the edge to just end it all now and no longer have to deal with this pain.

I have no point in writing this vent, this is probably all fake. I’m just faking all of this, I’m not sad I’m just doing this for attention and I hate myself for it.

#personal vent

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squad3-sevcase · 1 year

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I Know Your Heart (13) Hanging On [part two] | Chicago Fire Fanfic

Summary: In the aftermath of Voight’s attempt to escalate things with the Casey siblings, Becker and Matt try to navigate what comes next. Hallie makes a request of Becker that she refuses.

Warnings: General Chicago Fire warnings apply. Read at your own discretion.

🏷️: @campingmonkey @fullwattpadmusictree @deardelicatedamage @marvelatthetwilight

The door to Becker's room opened slowly, revealing her brother and Hallie, and the resident who would hopefully set her free.

Matt stopped on her left side where Kelly had been for the better part of the week when he wasn't on shift; he looked over her body, placing his left hand in hers. He offered a soft smile, though anger still rolled off of him in small waves.

“Hey, kid,” he said quietly. He looked up at the young doctor as she checked Becker's vitals. “Everything looks good. This is Sarah, she's going to take you off of the ventilator and you should be able to go home later today. How are you feeling?”

Becker reached for the notepad and flipped to an open page. Good. Ready to get back to work.

“Oh, no. You're not going back to work. You are taking time off, Becker. That's not a suggestion.”

I'm sure as hell not sitting on my ass at home while you're out there busting yours. The last three and a half months of my life have been running away from this guy, I’m not running anymore.

Matt turned to the window, ran his hands through his hair, and exhaled deeply. On the one hand, he knew Becker needed to face this thing head-on, and needed to fight it with everything she had. On the other hand, he couldn't stand the sight of his baby sister lying in that hospital bed with worse injuries than she'd already sustained. If anything else happened to her, he wouldn't forgive himself.

“What if you compromise?” Hallie cut in, trying to keep tensions from escalating. “At least until your ribs are healed, stay around the firehouse. If you get bored, you can come and help me in the clinic. And before you say anything, Matt, I promise nothing too strenuous.”

Becker nodded slightly and waited for her brother to agree.

“Yeah, all right. But I mean it, Becker, don't mess around with this. I'll see you later.” Matt gave his sister and Hallie one last nod of approval and left the room.

“Hey, I know this has been a rough week for you. Both of you have taken a huge blow to your pride, and you're not the easiest people to talk to once you get an idea in your head. Give him some time, he'll come around,” Hallie said softly.

Sarah put on a fresh pair of gloves and set the tray on the stand behind her. She pulled the tape away from Becker's mouth, checked to make sure her airway was clear and deflated the cuff. “When you're ready, take a deep breath and exhale, okay?”

As Becker breathed in and exhaled, Sarah carefully pulled the breathing tube out of her windpipe. She handed her a small cup of water and disposed of the instruments, then left the room. At least Becker was finally out of the woods and breathing comfortably on her own.

Hallie took a seat in the chair next to Becker's bed. “Matt would probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this but …” she trailed off, sighing as she blinked back tears of her own. The first time Becker had ever seen Hallie cry. “This thing with Voight is getting worse and Matt's losing his mind. He isn't thinking clearly anymore, he hardly even talks to me lately. I think he's pushing himself too hard with all of this.”

Becker sat up. Her throat hurt; her voice felt heavy from going unused. She could see the fear in Hallie's eyes and desperately wanted to offer her some comfort, but what could she say? Even she didn't know when things would settle down again or if they ever would.

“We can't stop until Voight is off the street. We can't stop until his son pays for what he did to me and Mikey,” she said, fighting through the discomfort to speak the truth.

Hallie scoffed. “You're both so damn stubborn. Is it not enough that our lives are this close to being threatened? Voight already planted drugs at Matt's house, Becker.”

“What would you have me do, Hallie? That's exactly why we have to see this through,” she replied.

“You have to talk him out of testifying at the deposition hearing. Please?”

“How can you ask me to do that?” she asked, fury rising in her gut. “Do you understand how much pain and suffering that kid has caused? The boy from the car accident is paralyzed because of Justin Voight's actions. Mikey will never walk or play hockey again.”

“I'm just thinking about all of us. Voight isn't going to stop, we know that. The only way to end this is if you and Matt retract your statements. Don't you want this to be over?”

“This will never be over. But the least we can do is try to get Mikey the justice he deserves. I won't talk Matty out of testifying at the hearing, he's doing the right thing.”

“I asked Gabriela to talk to him, but he doesn't want to listen. I can't watch him ruin his career behind this. I can't watch our lives be turned upside-down behind this. All I'm asking you to do is talk to him, Becker. You're his baby sister, there's no one in the world he loves more. He will listen to you.”

“God, you got Gabby involved in this? Hallie, you're asking me to do something you know I never will―stand against my brother. I think you should leave.”

“Becker, I'm—”

“Go, Hallie.” Becker turned on her side, putting her back to Hallie's face.

She couldn't believe that Hallie would ask her to do such a thing, knowing how much she'd suffered from Justin Voight's actions as well. Becker had accepted that she couldn't get anything from testifying against him, but at least she still had a career to look forward to. Mikey would never walk again, never play his favourite sport again, his family would never be the same. He deserved better, and Becker was as determined as her brother to make sure he got it.

Becker sat on the edge of the hospital bed, still reeling from her conversation with Hallie. Her heart ached as much as her body did. Her first month back home had been in a constant downward spiral, all she wanted to do was put it behind her.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and she lifted her head to find Herrmann standing in the doorway.

“Hey, kid,” he said, “ready to go?”

“If I never see the inside of this hospital from that bed again, it'll be too soon,” she said with a laugh. She took hold of Herrmann's hand when offered, leaning against him for support. “Thank you. And thanks for giving me a lift home. Matt has banned me from driving my truck until my ribs heal.”

“It's no problem at all. You know we take care of our own, Casey.” He grabbed her backpack and slowly led her from the hospital room.

Being out in the hallway felt less stifling already; Becker would take the heavy scent of saline over the stench of near-death any day. She shuffled along next to Herrmann in silence, ready to be back in her own bed ad leave this week in the rearview mirror.

“Has anyone seen my brother since this morning?” she asked once they exited the hospital.

“Can't say that I have,” he said.

Herrmann helped her settle into the front passenger seat and tossed her backpack in the back. The drive to her apartment was quiet, neither of them spoke on the tension in the air, but they were both thinking the same thing. With the deposition only a day and a half away, everyone could only hope it played out in their favour.

Becker waved goodbye to Herrmann then went inside. She wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and sleep in her bed tonight. And since Matt was forcing her to take time off to heal, she figured ordering a pizza and catching up on Grey's Anatomy would take up a good chunk of her time at home.

She slowly made her way inside the building, smiling to the doorman as he held the door open for her.

“Good to have you back, Ms. Casey,” he said with a polite nod of his head.

“Good to be back, Miles. Remind me to thank my brother for insisting I take a ground floor unit,” she returned.

“You got it, Ms. Casey.” Miles bid her farewell and returned to his seat behind the desk.

Becker chuckled; Miles the Doorman was the only good thing about her building. Well, that, and being around the corner from Kelly and Shay. She pulled her keys from the front pocket of her backpack and went to unlock the door, a small draft hit the bare skin of her hands when she reached for the handle.

Stepping back a bit, Becker noticed that her door was slightly ajar, unlike how she'd left it earlier in the week.

Her heart rate kicked up at the thought of an intruder being in her apartment. She glanced over her shoulder, making eye contact with Miles and offered him a shy smile. Thankfully, his attention was pulled away from her when another resident entered the building.

She pulled her phone from her back pocket and touched the screen, then held it up to her ear. Keeping up appearances was something Becker knew how to do very well.

“Hey, Herrmann, what's up?” Becker turned to the front door. “Thanks, I was wondering where those went. In my pain-riddled haze, I tried unlocking the door with the keys to my locker. Yeah, I'll be out in a sec.”

Miles was still tending to the 2nd-floor resident who stopped in for a chat, unaware of the waver in Becker's voice. It didn't matter that her locker had a combination padlock on it. She turned quickly and made her way back out to the street. Who could she call? Everyone she knew would be at the firehouse.

“Matty, hey! You didn't stop by my place after you left the hospital earlier, did you?” she asked when her brother answered her call.

“No, why? Is everything okay?”

“I just got back, and the door to my apartment is open.”

“Have you given a key to anyone besides me?”

“Shay and Severide. They live around the corner, it made sense.”

“Where are you right now? I'll come get you.”

“Standing outside the building. Made it seem like Herrmann was bringing my keys back for me.”

“All right. Go around the corner to Kelly's, we'll be there in 10.”

Back at the firehouse, everyone crowded around Becker in the common area. Two of their own had been attacked in the same day, and now Becker's apartment had been broken into. Voight was pulling out all the stops, it was becoming increasingly clear to the members of 51 that he'd stop at nothing to ruin them.

Matt paced back and forth, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that someone had broken into his sister's apartment. “Tell me again what you saw when you got there? Did you see anyone inside?”

“Matt,” she said, frustrated, “I've told you four times already. Herrmann dropped me off, I went inside, and when I went to unlock the door, it was already open. I didn't stick around long enough to see if anyone had made themselves home.”

“Well, you can't stay at your apartment.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

“Hey, I'm just trying to figure this out. You've been attacked and had your apartment broken into within the same week. Someone has to do something.”

“And you had cocaine planted at your house, you still go home at night.”

“That's different and you know it.”

“Why? Because―”

“Because I'm not the one who―”

“Who what, Matt? You're not the one who was assaulted by the crooked cop's kid, right?”

Matt groaned. He scrubbed his hands down his face and paced in front of the television. Navigating all of this was becoming harder as the days went on.

The frustration in his eyes eased into concern as he looked at his sister. “No, Bec. That's not what I was going to say, but you're right. He hasn't hurt me the way he's hurt you and Mikey. I don't know how to handle this, I need you to tell me what to do.”

Shay walked over and handed Becker a cup of water, then stood behind her chair. “You can stay with us. I haven't gotten enough time with you since you've been back, and you need a place to crash. Two birds, one stone.”

“Thanks, Shay. I guess that settles it.” Becker looked around the room at her friends and colleagues. She could see the gears turning in their heads, knew what they were thinking without having to ask. She would be lying if she said the same thing hadn't gone through her mind a time or two, but she knew they couldn't afford to handle it themselves.

The waiting and the uncertainty of it all was the hardest part about the whole thing. If Matt and the guys had their way, they would have taken Voight out a long time ago. But even if they could scare Voight enough to get him to leave them alone, it wasn't worth risking their jobs.

Becker wouldn't let them gamble with their lives. They were too important to her, too important to their families to let them get mixed up in this thing with a crooked cop. She would leave again before she let that happen.

Kelly must have read her mind, he crouched down in front of her before she'd even finished the thought. He placed his hands on her knees and squeezed.

“I'm okay,” she said. Her smile was small and as reassuring as she could muster.

“I know you're not, but you will be. And if you think any of us are going to let you walk out that door again, you're wrong.”

“Severide”―she rolled her eyes―“it was one time.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “one time too many.”

Various noises of affirmation sounded from the men and women around her and she knew she wouldn't be let off the hook that easily. Truthfully, leaving had been one of the hardest things Becker had ever done. She figured she would give the incident with Justin a week to blow over, but when his calls kept coming, one week quickly turned into six.

She figured he'd grown bored with his game and moved on, and that's why she chose to come back a month before Halloween. But it turned out, he would only be distracted by yet another strike to his record. And once Detective Voight caught wind of her return, the whole thing started over again like clockwork.

“Just promise me you guys won't do anything stupid,” she pleaded, looking at Kelly with a bright smile. “It is nice to know there are a few good men left in this world.”

“Only for you, Mini Casey, only for you.”

#chicago fire fanfiction #one chicago fanfiction #kelly severide fanfiction #matt casey fanfiction #chicago fire series #i know your heart

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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For the would you rather

1. I'm deepthroating that damn popsicle just to show dominance

2. Chances are it's my little brother I brought with me so I'm going to find Jennifer a different guy I kind of love my baby brother a lot.

3. Bubba doesn't deserve to get bit by a man eating plant I'll handle it

4. Screw it I grew up thevl only girl in the house five brothers I'm used to hearing lots of horrifying sounds at night I can sleep through the Apocalypse

5. I'll take my chances walking past Chucky rather than take my chances with the giant stabby men

6. I guess Beetlejuice won't be so bad for his roommate for a short time

7. I'm going in they can't be any worse than my sister and brother-in-law fighting

8. I'm going to help Carrie her power seem like they'd be really scared and it seems like she just needs somebody to be there for her

9. Well guess I'm saving Carrie from Chucky besides Chucky can just use his amulet to bring himself back

10. I'd probably go with truth less dangerous.. I hope

11. After what I did with that popsicle in front of Freddy (see answer 1) I'm going to go apologize to Mama Voorhees and promise to clean up my mess and pay for damages.

12. I think I'd let Jerry pick out my outfit might be interesting to see what he comes up with.

13 a honestly want to see pennywise get his ass kicked by Tiffany.

Ha! XDD

^^ My brother's an asshole but I love him too, and we cant just go around letting Jennifer eat brothers. Its not sustainable to having brothers.

Very kind of you! ^^ I love how everyone has agreed to keep Bubba safe! XD

Omg- your household sounds terrifying! XDD

👍👍👍 Fair!

Well, seeing as you've already said you have a household of brothers- i believe you can handle it! ^^

Are you SURE?? Knives get involved when Chucky and Tiffany fight-

Yeah, I agree ^^ Might get hurt- but she needs help ^^

Oooh, your favourites are Carrie and Chucky?? Nice choices!! And yeah, again- Slashers always come back 😅 Chucky especially is good at it!

Ha! Yeah, hopefully! Here's your truth, straight from Billy and Stu: Which Slasher would you prefer to spend 48 hours handcuffed to?

Probably a good idea XDDDD The lord knows what Freddy would ask you to do in return for his silence and help (The whisper inside my head: ... Probably a- ) - THE LORD. KNOWS.

I agree!! ^^

Hahaha XD Yes that would be interesting to see.

Thank you so much for playing, your answers were great!! ^^ I hope you had fun!

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girl8890 · 1 year

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R Town | Ch.24

Jimin x Taehyung

word count: 3.1k

POV: Jimin

Warnings: Mental health struggles, Domestic violence (implied).

Index | Ch.25

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"If I asked, would you call one of your people to kill someone for me?"

Taehyung takes a sip of his whiskey, puts it down on the coaster in front of him on the coffee table, then looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Do you really even need to ask?"

I sigh and slouch in my seat. Even though it's weirdly romantic that Taehyung is saying yes to my question, I wouldn't ask him to do that. I would rather picture strangling Felix to death than actually doing it, so I respond, "Never mind."

Taehyung doesn't take my simple response as the end of the conversation though, he turns in his seat to face me and lifts up my legs so they rest on his thighs, rubbing at my knee with his thumb for comfort. "I'm guessing M was the person you were just on the phone with?"

"Yup," I pop the P with my answer.

"And Felix is doing stupid shit," He rolls his eyes, equally hating the man as much as me, but for probably different reasons. "That's not a question by the way."

I crack a smile, but it didn't reach my ears, then nod my head. Of course, Felix is doing stupid shit. He's taking my sister away! Again! I wish I had a way to figure this all out. A way to make everything for my sister better.

"Even though I know you won't ask, or let, me kill him. What about me doing some digging on him?"

My eyes widen and I sit up in my seat. "Wait, really? You would do that for me?"

Taehyung rolls his eyes, and I know before he even says, "Again, do you really even need to ask? That, and I can tell this is bothering you."

"Bothering me? Try full on making me angry! He's taking M with him out of town. For good!" I slap my hands on my legs, and Taehyung takes them in his hands. His flat expression shows he doesn't fully care about M, but he does care that this is making me this way.

"I'm guessing that's why you hung up on her so suddenly?" I nod my head enthusiastically. "And there leaving...?"

"Tomorrow. In the morning. Will you go with me?" I ask, a little nervous. I don't think I could I face Felix alone, even if it's just to say goodbye to my sister.

And Taehyung must be thinking the same thing because his eyebrows raise again, but this time to say, "No shit I'm going. You think I want you anywhere near that fuck face brother-in-law of yours?"

I blanch at the title 'brother-in-law' he just gave Felix to connect him to me. I've never seen Felix as my brother-in-law, just a guy that ruined my sister's life by marrying her.

"Fuck... tomorrow we're going to have an interesting morning."

Taehyung pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist and then kissing my forehead. "Yes we are, baby."

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I tried my best to not pay attention to Felix's glare, but it was one that was meant to kill and I felt every sting of it. Luckily, I have a boyfriend that glares just as hard.

Of course, Taehyung came with me and drove, all to witness my last goodbye with my sister. Holding her in my arms for the last time brings me back to the time when she walked into my room that dreadful night. It was quiet, like this morning, but minus the two businessmen glaring are their targets.

It gets to the point where I roll my eyes, detach my arms from M for a second, and speak to the both of them when I say, "Can you both start a war somewhere else? Kinda having a moment with my sister here."

My sister giggles at my comment on the two men's glaring, and right before Felix has some smart remark back, Taehyung says to Felix, "If you say one single fucking thing to Jimin right now, I swear you'll regret it." Then Taehyung ends with a businessman smile. I laugh at this, especially when Felix rolls his eyes in defeat, or just does not caring enough.

"Whatever," Felix says instead of any half-ass remark. "Just make it quick. I'll be in the car, wife."

Felix gets in his car, and it still annoys me how he talks to my sister. He's such a fucking prick, and I hear Taehyung repeat my exact thoughts under his breath as he leans against his car. "What an asshole."

When Felix enters his fancy car of his, I then resume my final embrace with my sister. As I hug M for the last time, I try my best to keep my composure. I still have a million things to ask, a billion things to say, but Felix once again took all that time away from me. I feel a tear drop from my eye, and I rub it against M's shoulder. She rubs her face against my shoulder too, but for a different, and more private reason.

"Please, keep your promise," M whispers into my ear. It doesn't take me long to realize what promise she's talking about, and it breaks my heart to even have to make it for her.

"I will. I'll-... I'll tell him after you two leave."

I feel her nod her head against my shoulder, then slowly detach herself from me. "I'll miss you, big bro."

I actually crack a smile at my legal title towards her, and luckily I get to see the last true smile from M in return. "I'll miss you too... sissy."

With one last kiss to the side of my head, M turns and walks towards her deathbed. I clench my jaw in anger as I watch her walk away - more like limp away. It's painful to watch my sister walk away in agony towards her husband, knowing I can't do anything about it. I could tell now without vocal confirmation why she sounded so broken on the phone yesterday. From her limp, as well as her curled-up wrist says it.

Even after she gets in the car, out of my sight, I feel my whole body shake in anxiety. Anxiety that was created by knowing my sister is not saying goodbye out of her own will. Taehyung must have sensed this anxiety in me because I feel his arms wrap around my middle from behind. I don't take my eyes off the car though, even after the car door shuts behind M. My baby sister, my best friend, I'm letting just walk away into a life of misery.

She didn't explain much, but I know there's something keeping her to this life with Felix. It's just sad because I know she could have a better life here. With me... and Jungkook too. I don't know the specifics of their relationship, but I do know it's going to be hard for me to tell him my sister has left town. Something about the promise M specified. M wouldn't be that forceful on a promise unless it's important. Important to her.

What about my promise, though? The promise that we would always stick by each other? I collapse into Taehyung's arms as the car drives away, and I remember the promise my sister and I made when we were young. The promise we made while driving out of this town together.

"Please never leave me alone," Child M requested me.

"I promise, always," Miniature me responded.

I feel like I was the one that broke that promise I made as a child, even though M is truly the one leaving. If I could go back to that day, I would change a lot. Not the promise itself, but the outcomes leaving this town made for us. The second my family's car left this town, everything changed. I hate my parents for making this happen. I hate them for abandoning me when I needed them the most, and then not giving a shit about M when she needed familial guidance the most.

"I fucking hate them," I mutter to myself, and I feel Taehyung's arms squeeze me closer to him. Although he doesn't know who I'm talking about at that moment, the love I feel radiate off of him makes me feel worse. Not because he did anything, but because I wish M could feel this type of love. The love she deserves.

I'll find out later when I tell Jungkook about M leaving town what type of relationship they had. Even though it's kinda obvious, and weird, to me now. In all honesty, though, I wish M had a life with Jungkook instead. Even a guy like Jungkook, who seems to treat females like shit, can do better for my sister than Felix. At least he's not violent. At least I know he wouldn't beat my sister.

But what exactly is their relationship in the first place? Where did it start? Just another mystery to my sister's life, I guess. If only I could read her mind because at least then I would know how to help her. I would understand what she's going through and help her the best way I can.

When the car finally disappears out of my sight, I wish for one last thing. For the ability to turn back time. Because if I had that ability, at least I wouldn't have to deal with the problems that come next...

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Telling Jungkook should have been the worst of it, but after a month of not hearing from my sister, I think that's what really broke us all. I was hoping this time would be different. Even though it was more me than her that didn't stay connected before, I thought she had more of a reason to stay in touch with me this time.

Unless she's not allowed to stay in touch...

I don't want to think about that.

Telling Jungkook was weird. Having to go to my friend a month ago and tell him my sister left town. I never saw Jungkook cry before, but when I told him M left he was pretty close to breaking down. Even now, I try to visit him more often, as I did before Taehyung and I got together, but he's never at his game store. He's just always either in his office drinking or off somewhere else. Never at home or playing video games anymore.

I'm trying not to wallow like that, and hoping it's not affecting my relationship too, but it's hard to be happy when you don't know if your sister is safe or not.

I must have been wallowing hard at this moment because I don't even realize I've been staring at a blank screen until Taehyung comes up behind me and shakes me by my shoulders. "Jimin, wake up."

I crack a smirk at Taehyung's little joke and lay my head on his abs as I look up at him. "I'm not sleeping."

Taehyung chuckles as he says, "I know, but you have been staring at the turned off tv for awhile... Are you thinking about M again?"

It actually pains me that my sister's name is all of a sudden a hard topic. Taehyung realizes this too because he feels my shoulders stiffen. "Yeah I-... I'm sorry I've been down so much lately. And we haven't..."

I glance away from him instead of answering. Feeling my face heat up. It's not that I don't want to have sex, but I just haven't been in the mood at all since M left. Is this what depression is like? Not wanting to feel pleasure even though the person you love the most is ready to give you it? Well, I fucking hate it.

Taehyung rolls his eye and leaps over the couch to sit next to me. "I don't care about that right now." I raise an unbelieving eyebrow. "Well - I kinda do, but I don't care about waiting. Your sister left, and it's taking a toll on you. It's alright."

I sigh and then lean on Taehyung's shoulder. He knows this, but it's not just the fact that she left or that she hasn't contacted me. It's that she left with Felix. I know, their husband and wife, but the way M sounded on the phone and the way she walked to the car indicated their departure from this town wasn't because of something exciting in the next town. I'm worried for her, and it's affecting me in ways I can't comprehend.

Taehyung runs his fingers through my hair, then kisses my forehead. He then whispers against my head, "I have news about, M, actually."

I sit straight up, and my eyes widen. Surprised and happy to hear some news about my sister. Although I feel something churn in my stomach when I see Taehyung's face is anything but optimistic. "News? What news? Is she okay? Where is she? Oh my god, Taehyung! Is she alive-"

"Calm down, Jimin." Taehyung raises his hands, and it worries me further that the smile he grows doesn't reach his ears. "The news I have isn't great, and I also don't know where M is."

I slump in my seat, already feeling defeated by this conversation. "Then, what's the news?"

I watch Taehyung swallow, indicating that he's hating the fact that whatever the news is it's going to make me more upset. "It's actually about M and Felix's marriage."

I feel my jaw slowly drop, as Taehyung explains to me everything he dug up about Felix and M. Somethings I did know, like how he would beat my sister to the point she needed to go to the hospital, but what I didn't know was their marriage was arranged. By my parents.

I don't know how Taehyung found out this information, but then again Felix has similar connections, so it's probably just people like that.

"Wow," Is all I can say because I'm honestly surprised my parents allowed their arrangement to happen. Did they not do any research about the guy beforehand or were they just focused on the money in his wallet? Probably. Fuck my parents!

"There's one more thing," Taehyung says, and I watch him clench his jaw. I can't think of anything worse than the information he already gave me, so I'm not sure what information about my sister could be creating this reaction in him.

"What is it?"

"It's about you." I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Your the reason M went through with the marriage, it seems. Apparently you were engaged to an heir?"

"What?!" I stand up out of my seat, and Taehyung looks shocked now by my reaction. Maybe he thought I knew and didn't tell him, but it's clear as fucking day now that I had no idea I was engaged!

"Yeah - um - you were supposed to be in a arranged marriage with the heir to some fashion brand. You would of had a wife, but it seems when M got engaged your parents didn't go through with it."

"Me. Married to a women. How fucking... Er!"

I don't know whether to be pissed at my parents for trying to set up their gay son with a woman or that my sister probably only decided to get married to Felix because of it. I pinch the bridge of my nose, then sit back down next to Taehyung.

"How did you find all this out?"

I hear Taehyung making a hissing noise, and that's enough for me to know that I won't be getting an answer. It's not that I don't trust Taehyung, but he's explained to me before the less I know about his contacts the better.

I put my face in my hands, and shake with pure rage. "Fuck my parents," I say muffled into my palms.

I feel Taehyung wrap his arm around me, and then he pulls me until I'm leaning on his shoulder again. "I know, baby. But think about it. Your sister didn't marry Felix for nothing. She wanted to protect you. And honestly... I should thank her for that."

I pick up my face out of my hands and look at Taehyung confused. "Thank her for what?"

Taehyung's boxy smile is my favorite type of smile, but this only confuses me more. "Because if she wouldn't have sacrificed her own happiness, I wouldn't be sitting next to you right now as who we are."

I feel my heart warm by Taehyung's sentiment, and I smile out of happiness for the first time all month. Even though I'm upset that my baby sister thought she needed to protect me like that, Taehyung does have a point. I would be married to a woman right now if it wasn't for M's sacrifice. This just makes me hate my parents more, though.

I try to distract myself from the anger by kissing Taehyung passionately, but it doesn't do much to soothe my anger toward them. Even as I hear and feel Taehyung groan against my lips, instead of feeling the normal arousing feeling I usually get because of it, I still have anger in my heart because of my parents.

I detach our lips and whisper "sorry" to Taehyung. Thankfully I have the most understanding boyfriend in the world because he just smiles and says, "It's okay, Jimin. Stop apologizing."

God, I fucking hate my parents. Have I said that before? Well, I'll say it a million more times because it's the god damn truth! Everything about them is just so hate-worthy! I also hate the fact that it's making me not want to have sex! I love sex with Taehyung. There's never been a time when I denied having sex with him, but this situation is making me anything but horny.

I groan against his shoulder, and I feel Taehyung kiss my temple. I just hope my sister eventually finds happiness like this one day. That there will be some loophole to her situation in the future.

You know what they say, after all.

All bad situations eventually come to an end. I'm just wondering what that end will look like...

CH.25

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Ending Notes: I usually never write a halfway point note, but the fact this has been the longest book I have ever written, so I felt the need to. Technically we're past the halfway point, but whatever XD

I absolutely love this book, and I’m sorry it’s been a minute since I updated on here for this story. I literally watched euphoria then two RunBts episodes and created this whole story, and I gotta say I'm proud that we're at this point in the book. I hope you all continue to enjoy reading this book! Comment whenever you want. I really enjoy hearing people's feedback :)

#r town #taehyung #jimin #kim taehyung #park jimin #park jimin x kim Taehyung #alternative universe #r town chapter 25 #chapter 25 #bts #euphoria inspired #runbts inspired #bts story #multi-chapter

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woeiswo · 23 days

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420am.

Not sure I like how you "time", or synchronize things nigger.

As if your synchronicity favors me, or the elevator switch control man.

Probably the same electrical field resistance that fucks with remote door locks. Same as the electromagnetic fields that saturate the airspace when you point a ranged high power listening device at me in attempt to get information out of me in my car like I'm here to be used as an illegal catholic confession booth nigger.

Everything is cause and effect with you. Like studying animal reactions to diet changes. Like me calling you out and saying stuff that corners you in your guilt, and then you retaliating.

Because noone else is right with the law, everybody is paid to play dead, or set me up for a fall, or is curious to know what you're hiding, only that you feel "attacked" by me nigger.

I'm curious to know how you villianized me to get their cooperation when you want to weasel me out of a neighborhood, when there are no contracts, leases, or laws being violated by me nigger.

Did you accuse me of being a rapist or a child molester nigger? Nothing offensive about that, huh nigger. No I'm not hurt. Nigger.

Sort of like your informants and undercover cops trying to set me up? And then your planted informant needs to get rid of me to shut me up when your attempts to bust me for cocaine or meth or prostitution FAILS. And now you can't let me live here knowing the truth about your "plants". Would that explain all this bad math and lies?

The apartment building management company owns A LOT of apartment buildings that they pay employees and collect rent money from. Like 80 complexes of 100-200 unit, rent paying apartments. And I got singled out to be immobilized and vetted, because I'm so fucking sexy and people want to have my babies. Not because I'm an old lady that could barely walk that just got out of heart surgery, nigger.

Did my psycho family members show up to ask you to suffocate me and lie about disrespecting my privacy, and legal boundaries because "they care"?

Is that why you commit crimes and do suspicious shit? To draw in the law to rape privacy when you don't like being on the outside of the team's equation?

Are you mad that I won't run off with my sister to the fucking Midwest in tornado alley nigger?

I think you don't like me having power. Not even my legal rights. I think you're broke and "WANT MY MONEY" since you ran out of yours. I think you fight dirty and lie whenever necessary as a means to an end. I think you don't do the right thing nigger.

I think you are protecting a meth dealer or whatever your illegal organized crime activity is. I think the law helps you for some fucked up reason.

I totally believe that a meth dealer needs to cover their ass when they are doing something wrong.

I do not believe in a police detective coming after me to silence me over a meth dealer or a meth habit from before 1995. But it sure seems to spell out and unfold that way.

This is how you treat me qnd my life as your unwilling, unpaid, unpriviledged informant nigger.

No perks. No bonuses. No immunity.

No rank. No respect. ALL BLAME, kept in the dark and fed bullshit like a mushroom and buried in lyes, that accelerate the decomposition of corpses, instead of punishing the dishonest NIGGER.

What are you trying to smear me out of an election campaign about?

What's your public image?

Are you clergy? Are you running for mayor?

How does a comparison chart with me make you more right, or me more wrong, nigger?

Crazy how all these informants and snitches are in on the reindeer games and their "team's" coordinated tactics, that they were deemed more trustworthy and I wasn't nigger how did they get on the "team"?

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peaches-and-honey-and-the-moon · 7 months

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I got some shit to talk and the only people I can talk to in real life are probably tired of me talking about this stuff so I'm ranting on here.

A little after we got baby girl, my sister in law bought a kitten from a lady off craigs list. The lady told sis in law that smoky was a super friendly and outgoing kitten, that smoky was wonderful around people and loved attention. Nearly a month into having smoky, and I can't help but feel like the lady lied her ass off to make 45 bucks. But also, sis in law kinda sucks at being a pet owner.

She immediately let her dog into her room where smoky was and was surprised when smoky freaked out. The dog, to be fair, is a super gentle and cat loving dog. But smoky had no previous experiences with dogs and after being taken to a new place was immediately put into the same room as a dog. So sis in law brought smoky to us. it was only supposed to be for a few days. It's been over a month.

Smoky is also not a cuddly cat. She prefers to sit near you and occasionally receive pets. She runs away if youre simply walking near her. And sis in law forced her to cuddle after she let her dog in. THen was surprised when smoky freaked the fuck out.

So now, we've been taking care of her for over a month with little to no help from sis in law. Sis in law just occasionally comes to give smoky a few treats and "try and bond" with her. But sis has said she's given up. She wanted to give her to us. We offered to pay for her because smoky has been thriving with us. But since sis in laws grandpa, whom she lives with and technically who paid for smoky, said if she gives us smoky (even if we pay for her) she cannot get another cat as long as he's alive/she lives with him. So now we're stuck in the stupid limbo where smoky is ours but not ours. We take care of her! We buy her food! We get all her necessities! But she's not ours. And She can't live with sis in law.

And honestly, I don't want smoky to live with her. Not just because I've grown attached and sis has given up on her. But also! Sis in law is not a great pet owner! No hate to her, she's only 20 and was never taught life skills or made to mature. But her last cat was never fixed, he was overweight, she rarely cleaned his litter box so he shit and pissed everywhere, and she's not a very clean person. She let her trailer get absolutely destroyed and never thinks to clean her current room.

Sure, she's getting better. I've been helping her learn how to be independent and a mature person when needed. But her living situation and way she cares for her pets appalls me. I don't want to give smoky back. I love smoky. I've grown so attached. Smoky is thriving with baby girl and my partner is her favorite person on earth. And when we move I want to take smoky with us. It would break my heart to have to give her back. I'm more then happy to give her 45$ to make smoky ours. I'm so fucking pissed about the situation.

WE take care of her. She's attached to US. She's attached to baby girl. Baby girl is attached to her. And i'm so worried about the quality of care sis in law will give her.

And don't get me wrong, sis in law loves animals, she just doesn't know how to care for them and she sees every misbehavior as a personal slight against her. If smoky were to go to the bathroom outside of the litter box because its filthy, everyone in the house would lose their shit. Not to mention brother in law is pretty allergic to cats and he also lives in the house. He loves smoky, but he barely cares for HIS dog.

And then theres the dogs themselves. One is good with cats, he gives them their space and loves on them if they let him. The other thinks personal space is fake and would more then likely injure smoky because he can be rough and has dominance issues. Neither dog is well trained and have issues. Neither sis nor brother in law take very good care of their respective dog. Brother in law typically expects sis in law to take care of his dog because he can't be bothered and his girlfriend is a sucky person and also dislikes dogs. Not to mention brother in laws girlfriend smokes a lot of weed and nurses her vape in the house. I don't want smoky around that. One of the dogs had to be rushed to the emergency vet just yesterday night due to the girlfriend flicking her weed waste out into the gravel and the dog eating it.

I could honestly go on a whole rant about brother in laws girlfriend. I don't like her at all. She's an awful person.

Actually, I'm gonna complain about the girlfriend too. She has a severe case of diabetes and plays guessing games with her insulin. On multiple occasions she has used her various health issues to manipulate everyone into giving her what she wants. She was supposed to move in with her grandma, look for a job, get her GED, and get her drivers license and actually take care of herself. She immediately moved onto the property, hasn't worked on anything she was supposed to, and constantly has a shitty attitude. She complains all the time and cries wolf every time someone tells her off. She actively stops brother in law from doing important things so he spends more time with her. If anyone is talking to brother in law she will repeatedly interrupt the conversation so he only pays attention to her. She gets money from her parents but refuses to spend it and forces everyone around her to pay for the things she wants.

She doesn't help around the property but complains all the time. Well, actually, she did the dishes once. So obviously she did her share and should never have to do anything else.

She's also a serial cheater and is already acting strange around brother in laws cousins husband.

She just sits and complains, does nothing to improve her life, but criticizes everyone else. Sister in law is working on learning how to be independent. She is working on her GED, she just got a pretty good job, and I'm helping her with several other things. Yes, she has a ways to go and a lot to learn. Her grandparents babied her and neglected to teach her any life skills. Sis in law sees that and has asked for my help to learn. The fucking girlfriend, instead of congratulating her told her she was too stupid to finish her GED. She said she would never amount to anything and was too stupid to live on her own. She said so many awful things. The girlfriend has done nothing but try to drag sis in law down and hurt her. Then, when someone calls the girlfriend out, she goes crying to spineless brother in law. AND THE FUCKER DEFENDS HER. He lets her get away with being an absolute asshole unless someone else tells him to get it together and maybe defend his little sister. But he doesn't think he could do better then a serial cheating, manipulative, asshole so he just lets her be an absolute dick to everyone.

She is also the only one who smokes weed on the property. Nobody else smokes weed. She goes out every 2 hours to smoke for 3 hours and just flicks her ash and stems out into the yard. So the whole property stinks of weed and the dogs have access to it. One dog nearly DIED yesterday because he "somehow" gained access to her weed. But she just has no clue how the dog got sick. It couldn't have possibly been connected to her. NOBODY ELSE SMOKES FUCKING WEED. IT LITERALLY COULD NOT HAVE BEEN ANYONE ELSES FAULT. oh, but she is the hero because she noticed when the dog started having a marijuana toxicity induced seizure. So even if it was her weed, she noticed the seizure first so everything is okay. HE WOULDN"T HAVE HAD A SEIZURE IF YOU DISPOSED OF YOUR SHIT PROPERLY.

She acts like she's the goddess damned messiah and everyone should bow down to her. She sits and wallows in self pity and bitterness and will drag everyone she can down with her. She treats everyone like shit and hasn't done shit the entire time she's lived her. She actively tears everyone around her down. I'm so tired of having to calm sis in law down because the girlfriend tore into her so bad she starts sobbing. But I have to be nice because we're renting from them and literally cannot move out. And until the girlfriend moved in, we were all making a lot of progress on so many projects. But now I have to play nice with her so i can keep a roof over our heads.

#I still have more in my system I want to rant about but im just losing it #Im so tired of all the drama but we cant move #i just want to sit everyone down and lose my shit on them #there is so much entitlement and bullshit #i cannot wait to move into a place with my best friend #and i cant wait for sis in law to finally be able to move out soon #she would thrive if given the space to actually grow #rant over for now

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