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That Makes Six...Again


Note: I suggest you read the other youngest Shelby’s to better understand whats going on

Nothing’s been the same for a while. After the incident with the cocaine, you haven’t touched drugs since. But the whole teenage rebellion phase hasn’t stopped. You and Michael were close now too, Polly splitting her time between you and him. Which was nice considering Grace had sneaked her way back into your brothers life.

Saying you hated Grace was an understatement. You couldn’t remember a time where Tommy was as sad as the day she left him in Birmingham and he came to find out she was married. It left him dead inside, much like he was when he came back from the war, and you hated Grace for causing it all. He’d busy himself with work to clear his mind of her, which meant you rarely got to see him. There was a long expanse of time where you and your brother didn’t talk, you and him always leaving the house at opposite times. You hung around with Finn a lot, and Michael and Isaiah. You had the time to drink more, which you felt like you needed since your relationship with your brother was straining, resulting in a couple drunken nights home with, who else, but Henry. You’d told Ada about it but no one else, and while she was helpful it wasn’t the same as telling Tommy.

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just-a-small-drew  asked:

I am in desperate need of part 3 of your 707 and MC drama fanfic

Author’s note: WARNING: minor spoilers for 707′s route I PROMISE I’LL RESOLVE THIS WITH FLUFF IN PART FOUR aka the last part!! also I’m super tired so sorry for any grammar/ spelling mistakes ♥ Confused? here’s part 1 and part 2

Part 3

Damn, my head hurts like crazy.

Seven sat up in his bed and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he pulled the covers off, he felt an unfamiliar breeze.

What the hell? Where my pants? I must have-

“Good morning sleepy head!”

He looked up and rubbed his eyes, grabbing his glasses.

“MIMI???”

She scoffed, placing a hand on her hip. “With all you had to drink last night, I’m surprised you remember me, Saeyoung.”

“Yeah, I-wait. How the hell do you know my real name?”

She bent down and picked up his pants, tossing them in his direction. “Last night was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”

“Last night? Shit, did we-”

“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself. See you around, Sae-I mean, Seven.”

She winked, and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“MIMI, WAIT!! I STILL HAVE QUESTIONS!”

Seven scrambled to put his pants on, attempting to walk and pull them up at the same time. When he finally buttoned his jeans and opened his bedroom door, she was already gone.

“DAMN IT!” Seven kicked an empty Dr. Pepper can across the room. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to go back to his room, when something caught his eye.

Is that… her bra?

He approached the undergarment, carefully picking it up. His hand clenched in a fist around it as he repeatedly he hit his forehead.

“Come on, come on, COME ON!!! YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER SOMETHING, YOU-”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

He stopped and looked at his door. Maybe she came back?

“Coming!!”

Seven jogged over to the door and cracked it wide enough to see who it was.


You saw the edge of his glasses peak out from behind the door. “Seven?”

“M-MC, what are you doing here?”

“…I just came to see how you were.”

You gave him your best ‘I’m trying not to yell at you’ smile.

Seven glanced back at his messy living room. “I wasn’t expecting any… visitors.”

You bit your lip. “So I’m a visitor at my own house now?”

He swung open the door. “You’re right… sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you sighed, “it was-”

You stopped mid-sentence when you saw what he was holding. Seven furrowed his brows. What is she staring at?

He followed your line of sight until he was staring at his own hand. No, not his hand.

The bra.

Seven’s eyes widened, and he dropped the the article of clothing. “MC, It’s not-”

SLAP

“DO YOU LIKE SEEING ME IN PAIN?”

Seven put a hand against his burning cheek. “No-”

“THEN WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO HURT ME? YOU’RE BREAKING ME, SEVEN.”

He felt his eyes start to water. “I’m sor-”

“DAMMIT I CAME OVER HERE TO MAKE AMENDS! I WAS GOING TO MOVE BACK IN WITH YOU!!”

 “P-please, just-”

“Calm down? Is that what you were going to say? Or were you just going to tell me that you never loved me again?”

Seven took in a big breath. “That’s not true, MC.”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured to the bra by his feet. “Well, actions speak louder than words.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence. When you finally had enough, you sighed.

“Goodbye, Seven.”

With that, you turned on your heel and left your ex-boyfriend standing alone in his door way. He watched as you walked away before slamming the door shut. He slid down it and buried his head in his knees. I have to find Mimi. I need her to tell me what the hell happened that night.


“Did you get it?”

Mimi chuckled. “Of course I got it. It was wayyy too easy!!!”

“Good. Now all that’s left is to go to the house.”


Seven was working like a mad man. 

On one monitor, he was running a search for anyone within 50 miles named “Mina” or “Mimi,” on another, he was analyzing the security tapes from the bar they were at last night, and on his last one, he was scanning to see if any files had been tampered with while he was sleeping.

However, he wasn’t paying attention to any of the screens; his focus was on his phone.

“Hey, MC, I know this is my 12th voicemail, but I really need you to call me back. Please. I love you.”

Seven sighed, running his hands through his hair. Why do I hurt the people I love? What the hell is wrong with me?

He shook his head and dialed your number again.


“Are you serious?”

You nodded, unable to get a word in between your sobs.

Jaehee wrapped her arm around you, giving you a tight squeeze.

“He’s gonna pay for this,” Zen growled.

Jaehee sighed before standing up.

“W-Where are you g-going?”

She grabbed her car keys off the table. “I’m just gonna head over to Seven’s and give him a little… talk.”

“Count me in,” Zen spat.

He walked out the front door, leaving you and Jaehee alone. “Stay safe, okay MC?”

“O-okay.”

“We’ll be back soon.”

She turned around and followed Zen, locking the door behind her.

Oh great, alone with my thoughts. This should be fun.


“Total file(s) that have been exported in the last 24 hours: 1”

The noise of his computer made Seven jump. He set down his phone and turned around to look at the screen. I haven’t exported anything in the past three days…

Quickly, Seven searched up the tampered file.

RFA ► Personal Address ► Jaehee Kang

What the hell? Why would Mimi look up where Jaehee lives? It’s not like-

His eyes widened.

“MC.”


“Jaehee, could you drive any slower?”

“I’m driving the speed limit!!”

Zen crossed his arms. “At this rate, we aren’t-”

He was cut off when he saw Seven’s car zooming past them.

“What the hell? Was that Seven?”

Jaehee rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t know, I was too busy keeping an eye on the road.”

“You’re such a boring driver!!”

“At least I’m better than Jumin.”

Eww, don’t even mention that stupid trust fund kid.”

“Whatever… I’m just going to keep driving to Seven’s. It probably wasn’t him anyways.”

But it was.


Shitshitshitshit

Seven sped through traffic, passing cars left and right. When he pulled into Jaehee’s driveway, he realized her car wasn’t there. Where the hell did she go?

Quickly, he turned his car off and got out, jogging toward the front door. He turned the knob. It’s unlocked?

“MC, it’s Seven, I’m coming in!”

Slowly, he walked through the door and into Jaehee’s house.

“MC-”

“Well, would you look at that?”

Seven whipped his head around. “Mimi? Where’s MC? I swear-”

“Don’t worry, lover boy, she’s with a friend of mine.”

He heard someone behind him clear their throat.

“Hello, Saeyoung.”

The hacker froze. I know that voice…

“Saeran?”

I just want your heart

“Our love could be kinda gory. Far from boring, We’d meet at a post.. apocalypse..~”

Fell Palette walked up to Goth clothes covered in blood with a knife in his hand. Goth backed away from him eyes wide.

“Yeah I’d be slowly, walking in a group stalking. You, you’d be the only man alive I could not resist.”

“P-palette..please..”

Fell Palette chuckled and pinned Goth to a wall, he then put the knife up to the others neck.

“Then all of your friends.. they’d try to kill us..” he pointed his knife to another Palette who was dead along with an Fell Goth. “But only because they’d be jealous.. that our love is deeper then there’s..~”

Goth had tears streaming down his face as he broke into sobs.

“If I were a zombie.. I’d never eat your brain..” Fell Palette wiped away Goth’s tears. “I’d just want you heart.. yeah, I’d want your heart..”

Goth slid to floor trying to get distance between the two but it was invalid. Fell Palette went over him. “Cuz I want ya..~”

Time shifted and Goth sat up in bed breathing hard. He sighed softly. “It was just a dream..” he said as he got up and went to the bathroom. He went up to the sink to wash his face.

Goth looked up after he splashed his face with water and saw Fell Palette in the mirror. His eyes went wide and turned around pulling out a scythe.

“Scythe in your hand taking out the slow ones..” Fell Palette leaned on the door frame crossing his arms. “Then you see it’s no use..” Goth swung his scythe and Fell Palette ducked the scythe getting stuck in the wall. “And I’d keep my head..”

“Then your friend.. will be trying to kill me..” Fell Palette pinned Goth to a nearby wall. “But it’s no use.. for my love is stronger then his might..” He cupped Goth’s cheek smiling softy.

“If I were a zombie.. I’d never eat your brain..” Fell Palette leaned in and Goth teared up. “I’d just want your heart.. yeah I’d want your heart..” before Fell Palette kissed him time shifted again and Goth sat up gasping.

Goth shakily brought his knees close to his chest and hugged them tightly. Fell Palette popped up next to him smirking.

“And I’d try.. to win you over.. because.. I love you so much..” Goth was about to scream but Fell Palette covered his mouth and pinned him down to the bed. “Yeah that’s why.. I waited till he was gone..”

“And my happiest moments.. would be picking off all your friends..~” Goth teared up yet again and let out a chocked sob. “And they’d see.. my love is so deep.. it won’t stay burried…”

“If I were a zombie.. I’d never eat your brain..” he held Goth down with one hand while the other want to cups Goth’s cheek. “I’d just want your heart.. Yeah I’d want your heart..” Fell Palette went down to Goth’s check and purred. “Cuz I want ya..~”

Goth sat up screaming and Palette bolted awake next to him. “G-goth..!? W-what the..” Palette trailed off as he saw Goth curl up tightly sobbing. “Hey..” Palette pulled goth to him and hugged him tight.

“P-palette..?” Goth looked up at him and Palette who had a soft smile on his face. He wiped away Goth’s tears and pecked his forehead. “Don’t worry.. what ever happened is over..” Goth nodded slowly then snuggled closer to Palette closing his eyes. Palette rubbed his back and pulled Goth closer.

‘if I were alive.. I’d never want to see you sad.. I’d just want you happy.. yeah I’d want you happy… Cuz I love you..’ Palette closed his eyes slowly.

Goth, Fell Goth: @nekophy
Palette, Fell Palette: @angexci
Song: The Zombie Song by Stephanie Mabey (tweaked a bit to fit all your poth needs..~)

Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?

Originally posted by interstellarturner

piercethealyssa:  Can you do a brendon urie smut where you flirt with dallon and brendon gets mad and he takes you to a room backstage and fucks you rough.

A/N: my hips hurt for some reason? also this one is short but it might be my fave

as always gif credit to the owner


“So yeah, that’s the story behind my head getting stuck in a toilet full of alcohol and my feet in a cake..” Dallon finished his story with a slight chuckle, and a tinge of red gracing his cheeks. By the end of the story you had tears rolling down your cheeks and snorts echoing out. You placed your hand on his hip to steady yourself as you doubled over to clench your aching stomach. 

Before you could launch into the questions you had forming into your mind, you felt your arm being violently pulled, your laughter instantly silenced as you jerk your head in the direction of your arm. “Ow, fuck, Brendon, you’re hurting me!” You state and you feel his grip lessen, nevertheless, he still has a grip on you. 

Before you can protest, he drags you into his dressing room, him following suit, “Dude, what the fuck!?” You screamed, holding your arm. “I can ask you the same!” Confusion crossed you, “What?” Anger only fills his deep brown eyes, “You fucking flirting with Dallon!” You scoffed, “You think that was flirting? I’ll fucking show you flirting!” You spat back, just before you tried to leave his room, he grabbed you and pushed you up against the wall, “No. You. Wont. You’re mine.

Before any word could slip out of your mouth he attacked your neck with harsh open mouthed kisses. An involuntary moan slipped out when he moved to your ear and started sucking, a shiver was propelled down your spine when he whispered “And I’ll fucking show you.” He unbuttoned your jeans and jerked them down, leaving a trail of hickies down your neck, to your stomach and eventually he reached the spot you wanted him most. 

You felt his hands against your butt and a forceful push slid you farther up against the wall. “Put your legs on my shoulders.” Brendon dictated, and you happily compelled, “You’re already so fucking wet, and all for who?” He rasped out, “You, baby, all for you.”  He started sucking at your thighs, the scratch of his unshaven face only making you wetter, “That’s right, baby, all for me. Not for Dallon.” And with that you felt a finger protrude into you, surprising you and making you gasp out. His warm tongue slid up to your clit, flicking your clit gratification slipping through you in the form of a satisfied groan. Brendon continued his pleasurable assault until your chest was heaving and gasping for air. 

Your hands roamed Brendon’s head once he finally found your g-spot, your moans were getting louder and louder the faster and longer you went. The tension rising in your stomach kept rising, the thread you were holding onto was thinning, and then it broke when you felt Brendon moan into you. Your body clenched around Brendon’s fingers as your vision went black. 

Brendon took your shaking legs in his arms and threw you on the couch, he quickly removed his clothes along with yours. Your patience was withering  by the time he climbed on top of you, “Brendon, please, fuck me.” Your voice thick with anticipation, before he could say anything he was already pushing into you. Brendon was the biggest you ever had, and you never got used to it. Slowly he began to thrust, trying to build the moment. Finally he quickened his pace, both of your hips colliding forcefully as he found your g-spot, “Fucking hell, Brendon.” You screamed out, he smirked and enthralled his fingers in your hair, tugging at it lightly. 

“You’re so fucking tight, and wet, fuck.” He breathed out, your orgasm growing by the second. With your eyes screwed shut, and your boyfriend pounding you into his couch, he dragged his hand down to your clit, only drawing you closer to your pique, he slammed into your g-spot one finally time that threw you over your edge. The moans that filled the room were more like screams as Brendon finally met his pique. Raspy moans releasing from him, louder than before as he filled you with his cum. 

You and Brendon both smiled at each other as you put your clothes back on. “Maybe I should flirt with Dallon.” He chuckled, “Try me.” When y'all exited his dressing room Dallon and Kenny were laughing, “Damn, B, I didn’t know you were that jealous.” “‘Brendon, please…’” Kenny mocked and you grew embarrassed, “Shove it."