why do i look like a douche

DUFF (CHAPTER 3)

Originally posted by nnochu

Chapter 3

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

 ╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


As soon as I stepped into the house, I knew I would regret it. The music was so loud, I could feel the bass pounding through my chest. The living room was crammed full with people, and the thought of actually having to walk into that was giving me anxiety. But just remembering that this was Yoongi’s house was making my stomach do summersaults.

“Y/n, lighten up will you? It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun.” Lisa said, snaking her arm over my shoulder.

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Moonlight Reign (Ch. 2)

A/N: It’s been a pretty hot minute since an update, but I hope you think it’s well worth the wait (also some inklings of romance should be embedded soon!)

Originally posted by sugagifs

Pairing: Mafia boss!Yoongi x reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Angst, fluff, possible future smut

Summary: SOme things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world that you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?



Namjoon closed his eyes, not wanting to watch as you went down, your eyes closing while your body went limp in Hoseok’s arms, “Y/n!” Jungkook, who was beginning to sober up shouted as he went to your body, “What the fuck, Hobi?!”

Hoseok, known for his nonchalant violence, shrugged, “She was threatening Namjoon,” Namjoon sighed as Jungkook scoffed.

“Threatening?! He gripped her wound, she flipped out!” Jungkook yelled as Hoseok placed your body on the couch.

“Hobi, you idiot,” Namjoon sighed, “Yoongi will freak out if we take some girl who patched up this drunk dumbass,” He gestured to Jungkook, “Let alone, how Jin will react if he finds out we knocked her out!” 

Jin was a natural born pacifist with a firm belief that talking, even if restrained, beats force. This philosophy, made him Yoongi’s second in command at the company.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was aggressive more than passive, but with a purpose. This purpose was why Bangtan became top, Yoongi always had purpose with each heavily calculated move, making him leader of the company and empire. 

With Namjoon as his second in command for the underground, he knew he would be the most screwed if Yoongi found out he made this girl a problem, “Make her forget it,” Namjoon sighed.

“Do I look like some Men In Black shit?” Jungkook slurred slightly.

Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Give me the flask,” He ordered, looking toward his pocket packed with either vodka or moonshine.Jungkook was an alcohol lover, no doubt, despite the fact he was usually the discrete hitman, sent off to seduce both men and women only to end them, but as much he loved his job, he loved the alcohol in the flask a lot, “You owe me more,” He grumbled, handing over the vodka-filled flask.

“Shut up,” Namjoon snapped as Hoseok poured the liquid into her mouth then closing both her mouth and the flask, “Now come on, Yoongi is going to be really annoyed.”

Annoyed he was, Yoongi heard the story from the three men with a straight face and an occasionally raised brow, “So this is Jungkook’s fault?” He concluded as the younger nodded, “Well if you had not been so successful tonight with your jobs, I’d be pissed,” Jungkook noticeably relaxed, “Namjoon, have any of the girl you picked up found you by your first name? Have any of mine?” He shook his head, “Hobi, we get it you’re the drug guy,” Hoseok nodded as Yoongi heaved a sigh, “Well, let’s hope she believes that she got wasted, and Jungkook will convince her of that much.” The younger nodded again, “Namjoon, Hoseok, if you’re still suspicious, feel free to investigate, but as long as she provides free nursing to this accident prone idiot, I have no current issues, good fighter or not.” All three men nodded once more.

—-

You heard the door close and you immediately ran to the kitchen sink to spit out the vodka on your tongue. Hoseok hadn’t made sure you swallowed, a truly rookie move. This wasn’t the first attempt someone made to make you forget, and one of your bittersweet abilities was to find a way to remember, remember that Jungkook is a member of Bangtan and so was Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, and the unseen Hoseok. You had met Bangtan, well five of seven leaders, and now you had to hide from their eyes, from that world, because you don’t want to hold a controller to this game. 

You dry heaved at the feeling of the alcohol on your taste buds, “Fuck!” You cursed as you watched your arm drip blood.

They couldn’t at least patch you up? You had work tomorrow.

You sat up straight as you heard the plan. You were to burn it all. You were to watch it all go into smithereens. It was upon the plan explanation that you realized all the people you would be leaving behind. All the people who raised you.

“…Now we will have to get rid of everyone who knows your face, y/n-” Your uncle Byungjoo spoke.

Byungjoo was the second hand man to your father, and he was a ruthless man. He loved nothing but money, hated everything but money. One exception, however, was your father, and he only loved you because your father did.

“No.” You spoke out as your father stiffened and Byungjoo sighed.“Y/n, it’s for your safety.”

“If you do it, I will throw myself into the fire,” You seethed and Byungjoo chuckled, assuming it was a joke, “I swear on the blood of my father and your wife, I will die with those people,” Byungjoo ceased his giggles.

Your father took your death threats seriously. He may not have been loving, but he needed you to live, being you were his only child.“Y/n-”

“Let it go, Byungjoo, they live, end of discussion.”

The next morning was rough, to say the least.

With a sense of deja vu, you woke up to the sound of banging on your door. Groggily, you got up, opening the door cautiously, only to find the last person you wanted to see, “Hey, y/n, are you okay? You drank-”

“You’re a bad liar,” You shot Jungkook’s attempts down quickly as you walked towards your living room, leaving him to walk in and close the door, “I don’t drink,” You stated, sitting on your couch, turning on the news as he stood, dumbfounded, at the entrance of the closed door.

Jungkook didn’t know what to do, or who you even were anymore. He was shaken to the core by the prospect of Yoongi having to punish him. He shuddered, praying you were nice enough to ignore you being knocked out and alcohol being shoved down your throat.

“Wh-Why haven’t you called the cops?” He tripped over his words.

You scoffed, “Don’t insult me, like I don’t know they work under your little group’s thumb.”

“Y/n-”

“I spit out the vodka,” You explained, “It was a shockingly tiny amount of chloroform, so waking up wasn’t rocket science.”

Jungkook was speechless as he took notice of the news, “…Byungjoo was beaten severely outside an elite strip club, and he is still in Intensive Care. The last time we saw him was….” Jungkook took notice of the way you flinched.

“Did you…” Your voice was now quiet, “This is some sick prelude to a prelude?!” Your voice grew angrier, “Then what the fuck is the finale?”Your eyes were slightly glossed over, betraying you. You always had a weak dam blocking tears. Jungkook softened a bit at how hurt you looked, while you internally slapped yourself, angry that you felt a pang in your chest for the heartless filth that was your uncle. 

Jungkook froze again. His hazy memories of befriending and drinking with Byungjoo at the club slowly flowing back to him. A river of alcohol and strippers led the recollection. The night was beaten back into him by the sight of his faction of men giving Byungjoo the “warning”, but why did you care so much? “You know I can’t tell- Who is he to you?” Jungkook’s demeanor changed quickly and you could only stare.You two stared at each other for a while. You smacked yourself again for giving yourself away. 

There was no way in hell Jungkook wasn’t beginning to piece together who you were, all because of your stupid big mouth. Let’s make friends with the cute douche next do you said. Idiot. Jungkook, however, felt like he struck gold. Bangtan has been looking for you since they took over, and finally their plans could kick into high gear. If his hunch is right, and if you are cooperative, everything could finally fall into place, Bangtan locked in as kings, highest influencers, permanently.

“I have to go to work,” You stood up, “I think it’s best we stay away from each other.” Jungkook blinked for a moment only to begin sifting through your drawers, “Jungkook, stop!” You yelled, pulling him as he hit the wall next to him.

You and him struggled with each other, gridlocked, “Are you the green haired little girl?” He asked and everything stopped for both of you.

You humorlessly chuckled, “Wouldn’t I have killed you or your family by now?” You released your hold on his neck, “I’m going to work, steal whatever you want I guess.”

As Jungkook heard the door slam, he called Yoongi, “What?” The gruff voice of his hyung came.“She remembers-”

“What?! Are you fucking-”

“She’s the green haired girl, I think,” Jungkook spoke as the line went dead, “I’m almost positive, she left me in her house and went to work, what do I-”

Yoongi cooled the fire of his anger momentarily to register the information his dongsaeng administered. You, the girl who plays nurse to Jungkook, are the green haired psycho kid killer, the heiress to what was the biggest underground, and aboveground, empires. He smirked, excited to finally see who you grew up to be, and hungry for the answer to the question that could permanently seal him in as king.

“Tell me where she works and her name, and you will put everything back after you’re done, don’t let her know what you’ve seen” He ordered, “We want her to sweat, we want her scared, and we need her.”

—-

You always hated rock, paper, scissors.It was the game that ⅔ of the time that made you the bar waitress. The girl who dotes on the tables surrounding the bar, a demographic of touchy sports fanatics and lonely people looking for anything to go home with. The tips may have been nice, but they certainly weren’t that nice.

“Have fun,” Eunhwa, the owner of the locally famed restaurant spoke in my ear, “That guy is just sitting at a 8 person booth alone.” you grimaced as she took another very obvious look at the man, “Nevermind, I know who he is,” She sighed, looking at you, “God, you have grown, be careful today.” Your eyebrow quirked at her awkward shift in topic.

Eunhwa was your nanny in a sense. She taught you how to poison people but she also read you bedtime stories each night. After it all burned, she gave you this job when she realized you were abandoned. These days, she would mostly just come to open everything up and then go home, leaving the day to her manager, the shitty sex-hungry woman that was Dohye. She didn’t really talk to you, you didn’t have the right parts to interest her, she did however butt in when a moderately good looking man had the unfortunate fate of catching her radar. Although she was still stunning at only 30 years old, she was a crazy possessive one night stand that made one into at least seven. 

“Let go of me, please,” Byungyeol begged you with sorry eyes as you finally relented and released his torso from your arms with a trembling lip and a river that couldn’t stop from your eyes.

“I can’t… You can’t… Please, stay with me. I’m so scared of being alone-” You sobbed into your hands as you both sat in a car outside of your new home with pseudo-parents for your school’s concerns next door. His hand on your head quieted you. 

“I love you,” He whispered, kissing the top of your head,, “I rarely ever say it, but know that I do, my daughter,” He opened your door, “We will see each other again, I promise, give me three years and we’ll be together again, a normal family.” 

Rat bastard. You internally seethed as you patted down your black shirt with The Rose Palace embroidered on it with an accompanying rose, pondering how to approach the only guy in the bar area. While it had been a few hours since opening, the regular area was flourishing with customers, but the bar was fairly vacant, leaving you to saunter over to the mysterious man- holy shit was he attractive.

Yoongi sat, attentively waiting for the great y/n herself to take his order. He expected nothing much, seeing as you were a known hermit according to Jungkook, he didn’t expect much in your physique. He was told you were a strong-willed and smart-mouthed girl to Jungkook, so he expected some crappy service due to your sharp tongue slicing through your tip amount.Never in his life had Yoongi been so wrong.

He didn’t expect to choke on the water that had been previously set out on the table upon seeing your face. In a word, you were stunning. He watched as you did rock, paper, scissors, and something about the way you pouted upon losing made his whole demeanor quiver a bit. Your bandage on your arm didn’t go unnoticed by him either, perfectly wrapped.Yoongi sighed, you were nothing but a puzzle piece as far as he was concerned, but the way you were shaped made him want to connect you to him, even if for one night. However, you still had the possibility of a wit to make his libido for you shrink, and that possibility went to shit when you introduced yourself as his waiter.

“Hi, welcome to-” Your voice cracked somewhere between the welcome word, and so did your self-esteem a bit. Yoongi took notice of the very evident crack, stifling a chuckle, “I’m sorry you’re like really-uh I- drinks?” Your smile was nervous, and Yoongi’s lips perked up at your nervous nature.

“I’ll be having some friends around soon, but I’ll go with just a water, for now, save my day drinking for later,” You giggled a bit, like an idiot as he ordered. You nodded, scribbling on the pad absentmindedly as you went to fetch the water.

The moment you turned around, you hit the notepad on your face as you walked to the counter, “I’m such a dweeb, Ilhoon,” You stared at the drawing of a sloppy spiral on your notepad, “Can I get a water?”

The bartender, a man about 30 years old, chuckled, “That was a nice spectacle there,” He stated as he got the water, “This always happen when a guy like that comes in, or almost any person really, it’s amazing how you can’t talk to customers.”

“Fuck you,” You huffed, taking the water from him, placing it on a circular tray.“See? You stutter all innocently and like a submissive-oh, now I get it,” He smirked, “You like the domineering type, and they have you all-”

“Fuck you.”

Yoongi wanted to bang his head on the table, this was too sinfully good. He cursed his hearing as he heard the proceedings of your back and forth with the bartender. You were a submissive type, a kitten with sharp nails and a mean bite, and he found himself yearning to feel those claws on his back-

God, he needed to get laid. It’s evidently been too long.

He watched as you brought the water to him, placing it down with a slight tremor, “Let me try my little intro again,” You giggled, “Hi, welcome to The Rose Palace, my name is Y/n, and I will be your waitress today, how many are you expecting?” 

Yoongi’s lips quirked at your bright smile, “Six more guys, that alright babydoll?”

The nickname brought a heat to your cheeks that screamed you needed to get laid too, “Yeah, no problem, let me get the-”

“Menus? Already got them, sweetie,” Your skin pricked at the nauseatingly sultry voice of Dohye, “Wow, I’ve never had seven men at once,” She purred, “But I can take this if you-”

Yoongi’s eye twitched at the older woman trying to slide in his pants. He may have been depraved, but he certainly wasn’t that depraved.“I’m good, thanks,” The pure venom in your voice didn’t fall on deaf ears, but Yoongi’s, and he likes it.

“Oh come on, what’s your name, cutie?”  She winked and you internally puked.

“Uh, Yoongi,” He stated and he noticed as you tensed up, the name immediately recognized as the ever so famous leader of Bangtan.“No need to be shy-”

“You know what, you can have it,” You stated, and Yoongi snapped his head to look up at you, only to see you making eye contact with the rest of his party, Jungkook leading the pack.

Yoongi cursed, but refocused on the task at hand, and that was intimidation and forced compromise, not flirtation and consensual fornication, “No, I like my current waitress, thanks.” Dohye rolled her eyes at this and you felt your body freeze while she stalked off angrily.

“Y/n, baby!” Taehyung’s outburst made Yoongi’s eye twitch. Did he just fantasize about someone Taehyung fucked? Gross.

“Baby?” Your eyebrow quirked, and Yoongi internally sighed in relief, and as the guys settled in, your pretty smile was wiped from your face instantly, Hi, welcome to the-”

“Vodka,” Jungkook winked at you, and you simply nodded, actually writing words now that all these cute guys have been demystified.

“God, way to be rude, Kook,” A man, who seemed to be older, scolded.

“Wanna know what’s rude? Hitting fresh stitches,” Jungkook shot and you scoffed.“So is scratching someone with the suture needle,” You reciprocated.

“Oh, boss, we got another guest outside, shall I go fetch him?” Namjoon spoke up.Yoongi thought for a moment, “Take Hoseok and Jin, he can’t walk too well no?”

Namjoom nodded and Hoseok, who waved in a sheepish way, and Jin, the pretty man bowed politely as they left the table.

“No, no, she can’t see me,” The man outside begged Namjoon as he grabbed him, “I sold her out, she’ll kill me.”

“You’ll be dead if you don’t go in there,” Namjoon seethed in his ear, “Now let’s go, old man.”

“Ilhoon, get me a vodka and go, okay? Get everyone out, now,” He nodded, not bothering to ask questions as this kind of threat has presented itself many times before with mine and Eunhwa’s past, and he learned by now not to question you about yours. You were thankful Bangtan were currently the only customers, “Remember when my father came? This is even more dangerous.” He pressed a button that sent a light buzz to each waiter’s pager Eunhwa had us all carry for stuff like this, each buzz signaling who goes when.Watching your coworkers go one by one, Yoongi watching as well, you set the vodka down, slamming it down in front of Jungkook, “Anyone else?”

“Go ahead boys, I think we can get us a family discount, right, Byungjoo?” You stopped as you turned towards Namjoon, who was holding a bruised and blood-stained shit-stain of an uncle, and for the first time in years, you saw red.Byungjoo flinched, “Y-y/n, please I-”

“What is he shaking for? What’s she gonna do?” Hoseok scoffed, “I got her knocked out in two seconds.”

Yoongi shook his head at Hoseok as he observed your body language, and he knew you wanted blood, but would you go as far to kill a family member.“She won’t kill her own family,” Taehyung guffawed.

“Really?” You laughed humorlessly, “Uncle, how old was I when I first killed someone?”

“E-Eight,” He spoke and Yoongi noted the sureness in his statement

.“Who did I kill?” You asked, taking off the promotional button for the restaurant.

“M-Mina,” He was sobbing by now.

“She was my aunt,” You mused ripping the needle off the button. As soon as you did so, you made a running start for him.

“Honey, maybe you should let up a bit,” Byungjoo mused as you yelped from the feeling of his wife’s heel digging into your stomach, “Byungyeol will kill you if he notices.”

“What? Is our new little bug gonna tell on us?” She giggled, her face too beautiful for such an ugly woman.

For as far as you could remember, Mina served as your caretaker, not by choice. She often used you as a foot stool or put out cigarettes on your arms just for a laugh. She hated you, she hated your skin, she hated your smile, so she destroyed as much as she could, and she filled you with rage. Your father was catching on to what would happen when he was out, and he seldom showed you concern, but he caught sight of you weakening, so he handed you a tiny butterfly knife and nodded at you.

You didn’t understand what it meant until now.

“My darling, she hasn’t done-

“Exactly, she just sits there, like a fucking child!” She screamed at me.

“She is a child!” Byungjoo yelled back to her.Now Byungjoo couldn’t care less as to whether or not you lived or died, but encased in Mina’s room was you, her, lights off, TV on, and almost definitely a camera that Byungyeol could see through, and Byungjoo knew so.

“Children are too weak to liv-”

“So childish of you, Mina,” The cold voice of your father sent a shudder down her back and you took a deep breath as her heel retracted from your body.

“Yeolie, I-”

“Byungjoo, you will not move,” Your father stated, “Y/n, use the present I gave you, and Mina, let’s see if you are going to let a child get the better of you.”

“Th-This is ridiculous!” She stomped her foot down as I gathered the knife from my sock.

“So is hurting my heiress because you didn’t age well,” Your father chuckled.That’s why.She hurt you all because you were young like some fucking witch?

“Well?”  Mina inquired, “What a sad excuse of an heiress, I was eight when I killed my mother, and look at you, cowering there, shaking the sad excuse of a knife in your pathetic hand, do something, kill me, you little-”In that moment, you began to see red, and you dove at her, plunging the knife into as far up in her chest as you could reach, knocking her back into the armchair she was sitting in. Byungjoo sobbed as my father patted your head.

 Yoongi acted quickly, grabbing you by the waist after you landed on top of Byungjoo, sticking the pin in his shoulder to the hilt. Before you could do any more damage, you were hoisted off your uncle, landing a few good kicks into his shins before your breathing began to even.

“What the fuck was the point in bringing him here?!” You screamed, still trying to go at him as Namjoon chuckled, ripping the pin out of Byungjoo’s shoulder while your uncle yelped.

“We got big plans for your death anniversary, and we only need the missing family member for it. We were hoping your little reunion would wiggle out where he is,” Yoongi stated and you slowly began to laugh.

“You want my father?” You cackled, “Tell me when you see him.”

“You don’t know-” Jungkook began.

“No, fuck face, I don’t, he could be dead for all I care, and he feels the same about me.”  You stated, “I’m a mafia kid before I’m his, you fucking idiots.”

Yoongi stood, dumbfounded, and a little defeated. He didn’t factor in your own father not loving you since all signs pointed to that he did. Yoongi cursed himself for not factoring in such a possibility, a high one at that.

“I’m the little shit green girl, congrats, but I’m a dead end, now let go of me, because I’m going to kill him,” You seethed and Yoongi clicked his tongue.

“A dead end, huh?” He mused, “Fine, but we’ll be keeping you around.”

“Excuse me?” You turned your head to look the leader in the face.“

Congratulations, you’re hired as our new nurse-”

“Fuck off.”Yoongi smirked, putting his mouth next to your ear, “I can get you thrown in prison, green girl, plaster your whole face across the media, and trust me, you won’t like the prison under my control,” He whispered and he noticed you stiffen.

You nodded, not wanting to reunite with who was behind those bars, “I need to be paid, I can’t threaten this place’s safety,” You demanded and Yoongi conceded.

“Very well, wouldn’t want anymore shows, babydoll,” Yoongi taunted you, “Namjoon, take him back to home base, him and I got business,” 

You snarled at Byungjoo.“You’re dead if I see you,” You promised.

Byungjoo only managed a sob as he was roughly pushed out. “Jungkook, Jin, take her home,” Yoongi ordered and both men nodded, standing up, “I have to get back to the office,” You scoffed at the sound of him maintaining his facade. “See you around, nurse,” He snickered, letting you go as your head spun at what you had just agreed to do.

Disposable pt2

Idk I was just thinking about this last night and thought I might write another part? But I’ll warn you now, if you like sad endings, stop reading after part one. I’m terrible at angst because I’m a sucker for happy endings. (Also @ anon who originally requested part 1, I’m sorry that this is about to turn into something not at all like what you asked for, forgive me)

You can read part 1, 3, 4 

Yoongi x Reader

Fake relationship

Warnings: Harsh language, mild nsfw, alcohol usage.


Yoongi waited two weeks for you to call. And he was sure that you would, because you always did. This had been a relatively normal thing for you for over a year now. Everything would seem like it was fine until one day you said you couldn’t do this anymore, then you would effectively dump him (although in order to dump him you would have had to have been in a relationship in the first place), and then a few days later you would call him again.

It was just the way it was. 

There was something different about this time, however. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, or even think about it at the time, but there was something in your eyes that night. Yoongi recognized hopelessness when he saw it.

He rubbed his eyes, reminding himself that he didn’t care. So what if you never called him? It wasn’t like he couldn’t find someone else. Though, it could be hard to find someone who didn’t ask questions. That was something he liked about you, you never asked questions about his personal life. You weren’t interested in his money, or his status. At first, you wanted the same thing that he did– a way to forget who you were for a while. 

No more stress, no more phone calls from angry bosses, no more parents who wanted to know why you weren’t married yet. It worked so well because the two of you were each others escape. 

For a few months, both of you kept feelings out of it. You were fuck buddies, no big deal. But at some point, something had shifted. He could still remember the first time he noticed it, when he had almost made the mistake of asking you to stay. He nearly didn’t catch himself in time, choking on his words and backtracking so fast that you had actually asked him if he was okay. 

He glared at his phone, waiting for something that he knew wasn’t going to happen.

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Do We Stop Or Start - G.D

Authors Note: Contains swearing, based off the song Sex - EDEN (I recommend listening to this prior, after or during reading this)


Grayson POV


The mixed smell of sex and sweat still lingered in the night air as we lied breathless, tangled within the sheets. But something was different. Y/N’s head wasn’t resting on my chest like she normally did, and her hands weren’t holding mine. She was distant, and detached as she lied there next to me, staring at the ceiling like she was watching the movie of her life, dreading the outcome. 


And I said “What’s up?

What you been thinking?

‘Cause you been staring at that roof

So long, I swear it’s come alive.”


I shifted my body weight to one side as I propped myself up on my elbow, staring at her as she had an argument with herself within her tormented mind. 

“Is everything okay?” I half whisper, knowing that the answer isn’t going to be something I’m going to want to hear. She hum’s softly, as if that was a response enough. I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling like her, the thoughts running wild through my head like different scenes from a movie. I think and overthink, all the possible reasons why she wasn’t okay, or what was bothering her. 


And she spoke nine words,

And now we’re sinking,

But I can’t find it in myself to want to lie

To keep this thing from going down


“I think that we should stop this. For good” she mumbled as she flicked her legs over the edge of the bed and started to dress herself. I know what I should be feeling, and I know what I should say, but the words escape my lips. 

“Why?” I choke out, acting unaffected by her decision, but we both know deep within I’m breaking every second this continues. 

“I think you know why” she shakes as she slips her shirt on over her head, looking down at me with a cold stare. And I did. The agreement was no feelings, no emotions, no attachments, no strings, and I guess along the line we’d broken every single one of those rules.


Flash Back


“I just, I just want to take back the power and control that he stole you know? I feel like he manipulated and influenced every single decision I ever made whilst I was dating him, and I feel like he took my voice away. I just want to be able to control my own life again, and get what I want without feeling like a weak little girl that needs saving” she rushed as she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, replacing her heartbreak with anger. I sat there looking at her in this state, wanting nothing else but to knock this kid out, and to fix her. But that wouldn’t help the situation, she had to fix herself. But there had to be a way that I could help. 

“So why don’t you do just that. Take control of your life again” I smiled. She tilted her head at me in confusion, like she can’t understand my motives or intentions, and to be honest with you, I don’t even know them.

“I just, I don’t want to be that weak every again” she sniffs, a silent tear streaming down her cheek. 

“So don’t” I say, as if it’s easy. 

“It’s not that simple” she cried. 

“It is Y/N. Fuck relationships, I mean look at us? What good have they ever done. You’re here, heartbroken over some douche bag that just used you to feel better about himself and I’m just completely numb because some bitch thought I wouldn’t find out she was screwing all of my friends” I hiss, the pain of the memory coming back to me. 

“What do you suggest we do then? Because this obviously isn’t working out for either of us” she laughs sadly. I stand up abruptly, and pull her to her feet. I cup her petite face in my hands and search her eyes for the answer to what I’m about to do. And I knew in that moment, there was no going back. I crash my lips against hers in a quick second. She looked at me, no correction, she looks straight through me as she reattached her lips to mine, lacing her hands around my neck and pulling me closer to her. I lift her up off the ground as her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, her lips leaving sweet kisses along my jawline. That night it was almost as though we healed each other, and we both swore it was a one-time thing. There’s no way that you can be that vulnerable with someone and it not have consequences. But as time went on and we both grew hungrier for affection, we made a deal. But Y/N is the type of girl you just can’t help but adore


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“Y/N, please don’t leave” I begged, feeling any strength that I had gathered over the last few months fade beneath her touch. 


'Cause that girl took my heart

And I ain’t want it back

No, I’m laying down my cards


“Grayson, you know we can’t do this. We had an agreement and we can’t go back on it” she said strongly as she stood over me, with a sense of guilt spreading across her face. 

“Don’t tell me I’m alone in this, we both know I’m not alone. You need me just as much as I need you” I break. 

“Grayson, please” she says softly as she sits down on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight. She cups my face as she places a soft kiss on my forehead. 

“It doesn’t mean what you think it means Gray”


'Cause you said it meant nothing

And I should’ve kept my silence,

But I guess I’m too attached

To my own pride to let you know

That all these words meant nothing

And I’ve always been this heartless

And we were just having sex

No, I would never call it love

But, love


“What does it mean then huh?” I hiss, standing up to greet her as I slip my tracksuit pants on. 

“Do I mean nothing to you? Did this mean absolutely nothing to you?” I start to feel myself getting worked up as I raise my voice slightly in anger. 

“Grayson, this was your idea. You were the one that said no feelings” she reinstates, as if I’m to blame for this. I guess I was, but I have too much pride to go down without a fight. She took my silence as permission to keep talking. 

“You were the one that said you didn’t feel anything at all. You were the one to say you were heartless and nothing I could do would change that. YOU, not me, YOU” she cries, finally breaking down in front of me. All I wanted to do was wrap her in my arms and tell her that everything would be okay, and that I would never be the one to hurt her like all the boys before me. 

“I lied” I whisper. 

“You what?”

“I lied” I say, louder this time. 

“What are you trying to say” she softens. 

“I love you” I choke after a few seconds of silent. 


Oh no,

I think I’m catching feelings

And I don’t know,

If this is empathy I feel

Just hold on,

Remember why you said

This was the last time


“You what?” she stutters, as she starts to pace the room. 

“This can’t be happening. It wasn’t meant to end like this” she says to herself. I stand there, the feeling of hopelessness consuming my chest, forcing my heart to pump louder and faster than it ever has before. 


And what’s good

When both choices I’ve got

Have us staring down the barrel

To the bullets I can’t stop


“So where do we go from here. You know how I feel” I say coldly, looking down at the ground as I shove my hands in my pockets, awaiting her response like a puppy waiting for their owner to come home from work. 

“There’s only 2 things we can do, and I don’t think that I can personally do either of them” she clenches her jaw. 

“What are they?” I continue.

“We stop, or we start”


And so I stand off,

Like indecision’s Kevlar

'Til this fear of feeling stops

And I’m done with you


“I guess that decision lies in your hands now doesn’t it” I sigh. 


No, I don’t know how to forget you

Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Title: Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Pairing: DiNozzo x Reader

Word Count: 2,575

Warnings: angst, abuse from significant other (not Tony), and some cursing I think.

A/N: I have had this series for SO LONG. I was trying to save it for December, but I just couldn’t wait any longer! I hope you all love this! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You made your way to your desk and threw your jacket over the back of your chair.  You had a rough night last night with your boyfriend, Alex.  You had been together for almost two years.  At first he was loving, kind, and caring, but as the months went on he became more aggressive and more hurtful.  Instead of kissing you and taking you on dates, he would insult you and belittle anything you did.  These past few weeks he’d been more physical and you weren’t sure what to do about it.  You knew if your team found out, things would only become more of a hassle for you.  You didn’t want to answer questions and have them pester you on the matter.  You were going to think of a way out, even if it was on your own.  You didn’t want your team to think that you couldn’t handle it.  You fought off bad guys all the time, so this should be no different, right?

Your team was on a case where a Petty Officer was found dead on his ex-wife’s kitchen floor.  The husband and wife had been married for 10 years and he just got back from his last tour.  He was a respectable man and he seemed to be loved, except for the fact that one person didn’t love him enough to not kill him; his wife.  You were the one with the lead, but ultimately Abby pulled through and proved your hunch.  However, you still had to get her confession, so you weren’t done just yet.

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Lucifer appreciation post

With the lonnnnng hiatus ahead and the heart stopping winter finale just behind us, I thought it’s about bloody time to make a post to appreciate the awesomeness that is Lucifer and to analyze where that awesomeness comes from. No, this is not going to be about the many layers of Lucifer Morningstar, the perfect mix of badass, vulnerable and dork that is Chloe Decker or the great ship Deckerstar. The good looks of Tom Ellis and Lauren German, their chemistry and his voice/singing, forget all that. Because the awesomeness of Lucifer is so much more than that.

It’s really one of the rare, rare shows where I love and care about all the characters and their interactions, even if the main focus is on one specific pair; that kind of shows I can count on one hand (Castle was another one). Let’s take a look at all the wonderful people!

1. Trixie Decker

I mean… come on. She had me at “What’s a hooker?”

Her immediate, fierce and unfaltering affection for Lucifer even though at first he responded with that eww-a-child-reaction. She’s so pure and unbiased and has an infallible instinct for who’s truly good. And she’s adorable. 

2. Maze

What a development from utter contempt for humans and plotting behind Lucifer’s back to her fierce protectiveness about Chloe. And her vulnerability around Trixie. She takes being called human as an insult, but her struggle to find herself and her place in this world she’s been thrown into against her will makes her so utterly… well, human. And I love her relationship with Linda - whether it’s a brotp or a romantic ship, I haven’t yet decided, but I love seeing them together.

Originally posted by niklausxcaroline

3. Amenadiel

The self-righteous brother and his development: from being Dad’s willing tool to trying to be good. And he has his brother’s back.

Originally posted by lucifer-morningstar

4. Dr. Linda

She’s probably the character that surprised me the most - in the beginning, it looked like she wouldn’t be more than comic relief and Lucifer’s pillow talk… but she’s so much more now. Family therapist, and fiercely loyal friend. And she might be just a tiny human, but to protect her patient she stands up even to the highest celestial beings. Also, she’s wise and stoic towards the fact that she must have said why the fuck do I even bother on a daily basis since she’s having sessions with Lucifer.

5. Dan Espinoza

aka Detective Douche. I disliked him from the beginning, and not only because he was trying to get between Lucifer and Chloe. He was a sleazeball. And a rotten cop. But then, somehow, he manned up, and I love how the writing for him changed subtly, but steadily, giving him depth. Suddenly, he was a valuable member of the team and was no longer portrayed as just the ridiculous wannabe-antagonist of Lucifer. I love their weird, beginning brotp - Douchifer for the win! 

Originally posted by grunge-geckos

And I started to lowkey ship him with…

6. Ella

So precious, so clever and resourceful! And of course she has illegal sources, Dan!

Originally posted by littlehobbit13

7. Mum

Charlotte, I think? Ah, I’m a sucker for a good redemption. It took her long enough, but she got there, and I think she genuinely loves her sons. And her tottering around in the human world is so much fun to watch.

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Last Straw / Reggie Mantle

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I was supposed to be meeting Reggie in the student lounge after class but I was running late because my teacher wanted me to stay back. I took my time, knowing he was probably hanging out with his friends while he waited. 

The halls were practically empty as I made my way to the lounge, which meant they were silent-leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I came face to face with the entrance just as another student was leaving, “Thank you,” I smile as I walk into the room, passing the boy who was holding the door open.

Not expecting to be met with the sight of my boyfriend jumping over the back of the couch aiming for Jughead, I’m brought to a sudden stop.

“Hey, shut the hell up Reggie,” Archie intervenes.

“Boys,” Veronica interjects.

“What do you care, Andrews?” 

“Nothing. Just leave him alone.”

“Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy blood-brother thing?”

“Reggie!” I yell out, shocked he would suggest such a thing-but he didn’t hear me. I was merely acknowledged by Veronica and Kevin who both shot me a sympathetic look.

Archie shoves Reggie, an action that angers him. The taller boy pushes back, shoving the redhead against the vending machine and it wasn’t long until Reggie had him on the floor.

“Reggie!” I scream, finally getting his attention. He got back on his feet, stepping away from the boy on the floor-whose friends had already rushed to his aid. “Seriously?” I demand, turning back and storming out of the room. 

I wait in the hallway, expecting him to follow. Soon enough he made his way out of the lounge, hesitantly hovering by the door watching me. 

“I can’t believe you,” I spat. “Why would you do something like that?”

“He pushed me first,” he argued.

I scoff, “You were asking for it, Reggie! You were purposely provoking them!”

“Why do you care?”

“Why do I care?” I scream. “Because they’re my friends and maybe because I’m sick you bullying people; hurting people; putting them down! There’s no point to it, it only causes them harm and makes you look like a douche.” Reggie remains silent, avoiding my eye. “I can’t do this anymore,” I tell him.

His gaze snaps to mine, “What are you saying?”

Seeing him take a step closer, I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. I feel his hand rest on my arm, the other gently pushes my chin upwards. When I finally open my eyes, I’m face to face with him.

“Don’t,” I whisper, stepping away from his hold. A heartbreaking expression crosses his face, making my chest tighten. “I just-” Unable to word what I want to say I release a frustrated groan, running a hand through my hair. The door to the lounge opens revealing Archie, Jughead, Veronica and Kevin. They look over at us, spotting us immediately. “We’ll talk later,” I tell him.

Walking across the hall, I find myself standing in front of the redhead. “Are you okay?” I ask softly, feeling an unexplainable sense of guilt.

Archie offers me a kind smile, “I’m fine.” His eyes flicker behind me and he sends me a questioning look. I shake my head and link my arm with Veronica. 

“We should go,” I suggest.

“(Y/N),” Reggie sighs. “Please.”

“I can’t do this now,” I insist. Hearing the crack in my own voice, my grip on Veronica tightens. “Let’s go to Pop’s,” I mumble, starting to pull the girl along with me.


I press myself further into Veronica’s side after feeling her arm wrap around my shoulder. “Did you want to to talk about it?” she asks me. The sound of Jughead typing away on his computer momentarily stops as he glances our way. “Did you two have a fight?”

I nod, taking a quick sip of my milkshake. “I’m just so over it all.”

“Over Reggie?” Jughead asks, raising an eyebrow, looking completely confused.

“Of course not,” I sigh. “I love Reggie. I just can’t stand his behaviour. Sometimes his actions…I just can’t accept that side of him. He can’t expect me to either,” I reason. “It’s not right what he does.”

“But he’s not like that with you,” Archie offers.

“That’s not enough. He can’t be one way with me and completely different to the rest of the world. It doesn’t work like that. I don’t want to be that girl and expect him to change for me. I would never ask him to do that. But he needs to grow up. He needs to see his words and actions can have serious consequences.”

“Maybe you should-” Archie’s words are cut off, distracted by something behind me.

Turning around in my seat, I find Reggie walking towards us. He stops when he’s at our table, his gaze meeting mine. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. 

“I’m not the one you should be apologising to.”

Reggie’s jaw clenches, looking over at the two boys sitting opposite me. “I’m sorry for today. And all the days beforehand,” he sighs. 

“Are you apologising because you think it will make me happy or because you actually mean it?” I ask crossing my arms.

He closes his eyes, “Both? I don’t know.”

“Reggie-”

“No,” he interrupts. “I’m sorry, okay? I hate that I was stupid enough to give in to my anger when I should have handled everything differently, I hate that I hurt my teammate, but most of all I hate that you’re mad with me and that you just walked off before without actually talking with me-that you’re disappointed in me and that you’re questioning our relationship.”

“Remember to breathe,” I mumble, turning my attention to my hands in my lap.

Veronica lets out a small chuckle and squeezes my shoulder before unwrapping her arm from me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Reggie sink to his knees beside me. “(Y/N)?” he asks. “Please forgive me. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make it up to Archie and Jughead, too.”

His hand rests on my knee and I grab hold of it, clutching it tightly with both og my hands. “I’m sorry, too,” I admit.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I do,” I nod.

“Fine. Then I forgive you, just please-look at me.”

Lifting my head, I’m met with Reggie’s hopeful expression. I kiss his forehead quickly and rest mine against his. He lets out a breath of relief and squeezes my hand. “I love you,” he whispers.

“Sorry to break up this…momentous occasion,” Jughead speaks, “but I think all our drinks need a refill.” 

anonymous asked:

Yuri quotes malfoy and says, "My daddy will hear about this." People expect a victor, yuuri or just an adult but nope— Otabek arrives.

i fckn love this, imagine him doing this even when he’s much older. years down the line some douche rear ends yuri, and the whole time the guy is looking at yuri wondering why this grown ass man has to call his elderly father over a small accident. then otabek pulls up on his bike, unshaven & ready to commit murder, and everyone’s like ‘oh.’

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Oh my fuck. 😐😐😐 this douche has a complete essay tearing down women as a profile. I mean, look at this shit… Apparently he’s a fucking expert on what all women want, and how men are far superior. What a complete idiot. Then he wonders why he gets “hate mail” heh, perhaps he’s trying to become a famous douche like that Nicole Whatever. 😒😒😒😒

Put a ring on it!

Originally posted by hemmo1996b

“And you look like a douche, you’ll fit right in.” You heard Dean say as he slapped Sam’s back in the other room.
You chuckled to yourself, “He can’t look that bad.” You yelled from the bathroom while you fixed your makeup.
“Oh no, he’s right, (Y/N/N), I look like a douche.” Sam replied.
You quickly walked out of the bathroom, in a short 50’s style floral halter sundress and a pair of wedge sandals, to witness Sam’s attire and immediately you heard a cat call whistle. “Yowza! Sweetheart you look great!” Dean hooted. “Doesn’t she look good, Sammy?”
Sam cleared his throat, “uh yeah… she looks real nice.”
“Tell me again, why do you get to play her husband on this case? “Dean asked in a jealous tone.
“Because…we are closer in age, so that’s more believable.” Sam responded.
“Also Sam can act like a much better douche than you can, Deano.” You added mocking Sam.
“Hey, hey, that is no way to talk to your husband.” Sam sassed back.

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Football Game : Steve Harrington x Reader (Requested)

Originally posted by hologramarcadeblaze

Pairings: Jonathan Byers x Reader (Friends); Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: I am a terrible person. I completely forgot who requested this but I hope this is close to what you wanted!

“Jonathan, are you serious?” You say, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Hmm?” He hums, not tearing his eyes away from the beautiful girl walking across the cafeteria. Her brown hair flowed behind her and her doe eyes shone in the sunlight. Nancy Wheeler was the epitome of beauty in Hawkins High School. 

“I’m literally trying to have a conversation with you,” you roll your eyes at him and rest your head on your hand. 

“Um, (Y/N), I’ll be back.” He gets up from your table and goes to try and catch Nancy before she sits down with Barb. 

“Are you kidding me, Byers?” You say to no one in particular.

You hit your head on your arms and groan. Nancy was Jonathan’s weakness, and ever since Will came back, he had this new-found confidence. You have had a crush on him ever since the third grade, and it never really went away. He was so interesting to you, his photography, his personality, he was amazing in your eyes. 

“Hey, (Y/N), you good?” a voice in the seat across from you asks.

You lift your head to see the one person you didn’t want to see. Steve Harrington. He was probably the biggest douche you had ever met in your entire life as his only interests were girls and girls. Steve was attractive, yes, but his personality balanced that out.

“Why do you want to know, Harrington?” You sneer, gathering your stuff. 

“Because you looked like you needed a friend,” he says matter-of-factly. “I assume it’s because of Mr. Byers over there?”

He points to Jonathan who is standing with Nancy, obviously attempting to make small talk and hopefully slip in a joke here and there, just to see her smile. One of his favorite things about her, something you had heard one too many times.

“Well, it is. Is that what you want to hear?” You stand up from the table and Steve follows. You walk out through the doors into the hallway and Steve follows again.

“No, but I just want to make sure that you’re alright.” Steve says genuinely. He was actually starting to change your mind about him. He actually seemed like a nice guy. All of the assumptions you made based on things you heard were completely wrong.

“I’m alright, Steve. Thank you for asking,” you stop in front of your locker and swing it open. 

“Well, just to really make sure you’re okay, how about we meet up sometime? Just to really make sure.” He repeats. You can see his face getting pink in the poor lighting of the hallway. He’s nervous. You are making the Steve Harrington nervous. 

“You know what? Sure. How about we go to the football game after school tomorrow?” You offer, shutting your locker.

“That sounds great. I’ll see you then.” Steve smirks and walks back down the hallway. You watch him as he head back to the cafeteria and you can see him giving himself a high-five.You just shake your head at him with a smile, this was going to be interesting.

Bestfriend Benefits [4]

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: lots o’ cursing, sexual implications, and Warren still has a daddy kink

A/N: this is probably going to be the last part in the series unless you guys really want the bonus chapter ! ! ! But yeah I hope you enjoy this roller coaster of emotions!

Read      [Part One]     [Part Two]      [Part Three]

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I’m finally catching up on RvB!! Right now: Season 14. My thoughts:

  • THAT’S why Church had a physical rotting body at first!! Poor Jimmy.
  • Now my headcanon Church look finally makes proper sense in that it doesn’t look like the Director.
  • Tucker was suuuuuuuuch a douche at first I forgot
  • “Are you a chick?” “NO.” “Bummer.” “…I don’t like you.” and then they were BEEEEEEEST FRIIEEEEEEEENDS
  • Kid Hargrove doing science experiments on the Gulch characters….haha?
  • wait is Carolina….CURRENTLY 34 or was she 34 during PFL?
  • omg carolina vs meta
  • Missed that action mocap, and also my tank mofo meta
I have too much time on my hands (part 2)...

And now without further adieu, we have Napoleon Solo edited in FaceApp.

The Original:

Gorg Napoleon Solo. Too good for this world.

Let’s f*ck with his pic…

Old Filter:

***WOLF WHISTLE***STOMPS FLOOR***EYES POP OUT OF HEAD***

This, ladies and gentlemen, is what I like to call a Silver Fox. If I were online dating and he messaged me, I’d respond, even if my profile states I’m only looking for men aged 25-35. Do not care. This is some finely aged wine.

Young Filter:

Baby Napoleon looks like a little asshole. He’d wear Vineyard Vines in the summer and a three piece suit the rest of the year. He would definitely threaten you by saying ‘my Dad’s a lawyer!’ anytime you accidentally hurt him on the playground. 

Female Filter:

This female filter is uncannily familiar. Does Henry Cavil also pose as an A-list actress? I feel like I’ve seen this chick before…

Male Filter:

Napoleon is so masculine that the male filter makes him look exactly the same. No improvements can be made.

Spark (beautify) filter:

Once again already gorgeous. Why do I waste my time?

Smile Filter:

Not too shabby, but to be honest, like little Napoleon, he does give off douche-bag vibes with this corny ass smile (maybe even a little American Psycho???)

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That’s it! I’ll post Gaby tomorrow.

🔷 jarchie: requested by anon  🔷

so why don’t we both just do that bro thing where we nod like douches and mutually suppress our emotions?
↳ yeah, but as friends, right?
 ↳ to be discussed, over many burgers, and many days.


gee golly i finally did the one request that has been looming over me forever. it only took me like two weeks, right? i’ve got this together. totally. 

*laughs nervously*

i’m in a request-y mood so i think i’ll deal with the rest of my requests, and go back to watching 13 reasons why (which i highly recommend, by the way. it’s amazing and i’m really liking it. especially if you’re looking for something to watch between riverdale episodes. although fair warning, it’s pretty heavy and deals with some upsetting topics. if that could hurt you in any way, maybe skip over this show. stay safe guys.)

so as always, requests are always open, for theories or aesthetics. i’m pretty much impartial when it comes to ships or characters so i’ll do any ships or characters you request.

xoxo, v

To be clear - about ToG6

I’m not at all upset that the book is going to take longer to write for health reasons. Or honestly any other reason that sjm could have for delaying it. It’s totally up to her, and I would rather she be ok and wait a while. I know I’ve been all dramatic about it and Look At All My Feelings, I’m So Sad, but those are just because of the characters being, you know… In literal hell right now. And being stuck there for the next 14 months (is that right I didn’t count). That’s all. That’s why I’m sad about the book being delayed. Because I see quotes and art and things and I feel like dying a little bit because Aelin is in that box and Rowan is all “Fireheart! Mate!” And Aedion is being a douche, and Lysandra is prepared to do her duty and give up her own life, and Elide is like “no, my queen is gone now that I’ve found her!” And Lorcan is like, “wow, I really effed up, sorry Elide”, and then meanwhile we have Maeve being like “yes, it is all falling into place, my evil, evil plans.” And I’m like “screw you Maeve, go find a disease-ridden tree to take the blood oath to you.” And this is how things will be, until next year. But I swear, those are the ONLY reasons.

You know as much as I absolutely adore Bravely Default for its gameplay and music, and as much as Edea Lee remains one of my favorite video game characters of all time, I do find it kind of annoying how the first game had to write Fiore DeRosa to be the most cartoonishly misogynistic Red Pill Red Mage possible to make Ringabel look like less of a womanizing jerk.

Like, it almost feels like they just straight up said “hey, Ringabel may be a slimy douche who consistently shows little respect for his female party members’ personal boundaries, but at least he doesn’t literally believe women are just tools for advancing his own personal ambitions.”

To be fair, Ringabel gets enough character development to become a lot less sleazy and a lot more tolerable after the main plot reveal, even though he still has his moments. DeRosa, meanwhile, is implied as strongly as possible for a T-rated game to be a serial date rapist, yet he appears in the sequel considered mostly redeemed and his past is treated like it’s not really a big deal.

First You Fall

Maisie Dalton fixed things.  And Niall Horan was definitely broken.

Chapter 3

Niall’s head was tipped against the back of the chair as he stared at the ceiling.  He’d been listening to Maisie and Nolan and some representative from the record company discuss him like he wasn’t in the room for the past 30 minutes.  He’d have interrupted if he thought it would’ve done any good.  But as it was, no one seemed to pay much attention to or care what it was he wanted.  Which was probably better considering Niall had no idea what he wanted anyway.

He let out a deep sigh, barely even realizing that the room had gone silent,

“Mr. Horan?”  He heard a female voice say.  

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting Maisie’s for the first time since he’d walked into the room.  All three of them were looking at him as though he’d been asked a question although he had no idea what it was.  

Maisie raised her eyebrows,

“Yes or no?”

Niall pushed himself back up in the chair and stared between them for a moment before he shrugged,

“What was the question?”

Maisie thrust her hand out,

“Exactly.  See?  He can’t even answer a simple question right now.”

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