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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Like A Movie Part II

Summary: Jenna comes back to iron out some details on the movie with reader. Flirting ensues.

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: I cuss alot...so language

A/N: How do we feel about a slow burn friends? I'm gonna be up front and tell you I'm terrible with angst. Like I physically can't make myself do it. Life is sad enough, I just want to write happy things...for now. Also, I kind of picture the reader as an older Zendaya as Rue, but hey this is your fantasy so interpret away.

Like A Movie Part I

It took you hours to tidy the hot mess you called a living room. Even with Nando’s help and a case of beer, it still wasn’t as nice as you wanted it to be. Nando gave up trying to help you after hour three, claiming it was never going to be good enough, and Jenna had already seen it at its worst, so why did it matter?

You knew he was right, but you still felt the anxiety bubble up in your gut as you sat in your kitchen the next morning. The half-full mugs of coffee that littered the apartment before were now clean and awaiting their duty in your cabinets. Your clothes were shoved into laundry baskets or actually folded and put away. The three throw blankets on your couch were neatly folded and hung over the back of it. There were still mountains of scripts around; there wasn’t much you could do about those. Jenna seemed to like seeing them, though, or at least that’s what you told yourself to stop from burning your life’s work to get it out of the way.

You made a dedicated effort to look more put together this morning. You convince yourself it’s because Jenna is technically now your employer, but you know deep down you’re trying to impress her. You’re not sure if she’s single or not, but it’s not like you’re trying to date her. You just want her eyes to linger a little, that’s all. Lord knows yours did yesterday and likely will again today. Hell, could anyone with eyes blame you? The woman is gorgeous.

You have on a black short sleeve button up with a white collar, white hems on the sleeves, and black jeans over your old skool Vans. It’s all very Wednesday Addams, you note as you’re sitting at your table waiting for your coffee to brew. Even down to the crew length black socks. You hope she doesn’t think you’re mimicking her. This is the most professional thing you’re comfortable in, and you know you look good too.

You run your fingers through your hair, shaking it out and fluffing it up all at once. A clock ticks on your wall, the minutes slowly slithering by. Jenna had come to your apartment around 10 yesterday, and it was currently 9:50. You get up to peek out the window over your sink, hoping to see her car in the parking lot.

Nothing. Only Janice tottering around the chain link fence. You puff your cheeks and let the air out all at once. You side eye your laptop, which is sitting open on your desk, a half finished screenplay mocking you from across the room. You may have sold one now, but that wasn’t going to stop you from writing more. A writer should always have multiple pots on the flame, as your screenwriting professor loved to say.

You glance back out the window once more, seeing nothing different. You shrug, grab your coffee and head to your desk. You may as well work while you wait.

You quickly get lost in tying together scenes, eyeing your outline and plot points, mouthing the dialogue as you write it. The story is moving along nicely, but you can’t help but worry that you were burying yourself in a particular scene and you couldn’t find a way out of it. You’re so concentrated on un-fucking the scene you’ve dug into that the knock at your door nearly scares the lights out of you.

You flinch at the sound, looking around wildly. You look at the clock, it reads 10:23. Amazing how quickly you’re able to immerse yourself in a story, time feels unreal. You felt like it had been hours of writing.

You stand and straighten your shirt out, run your fingers through your hair again for good measure. You make your way to the door as another knock comes. When you pull it open, Jenna is there, undisguised this time. She must have found solace in the fact that no one was around aside from Janice in the parking lot, if she didn’t feel the need to hide. She’s wearing a form fitting black long sleeve with black jeans, and this time she’s a few inches taller in her high heels. You fight to keep your eyebrows from flying off your head when you see her.

“Hi.” She says simply, sliding her sunglasses off her nose and into her hair.

You fight to remain composed. This is your boss, for goodness sake.

“Hello, Ms. Ortega.” Ooof, fumble, you think as soon as the words leave your mouth.

She scoffs and shakes her head, “No. absolutely not. Just Jenna.”

You grin at her, “Okay. Hello, Just Jenna.”

She blinks slowly at you, trying to keep a straight face, but you can tell the comment has tickled her by the slight uptick in the corners of her mouth. “Do you make it a habit to have guests stand on your doorstep for this long?”

Your eyes go wide and you scramble to the side, “Sorry! Come on in.”

You can smell her perfume as she brushes past you; it’s Chanel, you’d recognize it anywhere. You sigh as you close the door. When you turn around, she’s already in your living room, exploring your scripts again. If she notices the difference in cleanliness from yesterday, she doesn’t mention it.

She glances up at you as you follow her and lean against the archway between the kitchen and the living room, crossing your arms. She looks you up and down, and you feel the need to pull at your collar and gulp.

“You’re dressed up today,” she says, “Got a hot date?”

You try to play it cool, “Nah, I always dress like this when I’m selling screenplays.”

She smirks, knowing full well this was the first one you’ve sold. “Sorry I’m late, I had a thing this morning that ran over time.”

You shrug and jerk your head toward your open laptop, “No worries, gave me time to ruin a few scenes of my newest work.”

She eyes the laptop with curiosity, but politeness keeps her from going to it to read. She looks back at you, she’s waiting for something, but you can’t for the life of you figure out what it could be.

“So you promised me coffee yesterday.”

You smack your forehead, “Shit. Yes I did. Make yourself at home, I’ll grab you a cup.”

She follows you into the kitchen and lays her bag on one of the chairs, sitting in the one next to it. You busy yourself with the espresso maker, watching her in your peripherals. She rolls her ankles stretching them out before leaning down to pull a fat manilla envelope from her bag. She sets it on the table and crosses her legs, watching you now.

You blow your hair out of your face, only for it to fall right back into place as you’re pouring her cup. You turn with it, placing it in front of her delicately.

“Still a no on the sugar and oat milk?”

She smiles, “Unless you have white chocolate mix here, I’ll just have it black, thank you.”

You make a mental note to get white chocolate mix as soon as possible. Then you kick yourself for thinking she’d grace you with her presence a third time. She sips her coffee from the white mug you’ve given her, and you can see the ring of red lipstick that remains behind. You try not to roll your eyes at yourself as you consider never washing the mug again.

You sit at the table across from her, sliding your coffee over from her side. She was sitting where you usually sat in the mornings, facing the window. The midmorning sun streams in, reflecting on her dark hair and turning her brown eyes into a golden hue. You weren’t about to tell her she’d taken your seat though. You now had the best seat in the house.

You eye the envelope on the table, then watch her as she sips the coffee, closing her eyes and smiling.

“That good huh?”

She nods, eyes still closed. When she opens them, she says, “They always serve drip at interviews. It’s depressing.”

You laugh, “Couldn’t you just have an assistant run and grab you something better?”

She shrugs, lacing her fingers around the mug the same way she had the day before. “Yeah, but he has more important things to do than get me coffee. Plus, I knew I could count on you for a better cup.”

The sentiment makes you blush but also swell with pride. Who was this magic woman who could fluster you so? You shake your head, smiling, knowing full well nearly any woman that good looking would have you turning into a barista and blabbering like an idiot. She raises an eyebrow at you, your internal dialogue lost on her.

In an attempt to save the moment, you point to the envelope. “What’s that?”

She frowns as if she’s forgotten what you’re saying, her eyes following your finger. Realization washes over her features when she understands the question.

“Oh, it’s your contract. You can bring it to your lawyers to review before you sign it.”

She slides the envelope over and you open it, pulling the thick stack of legal documents out. You try to read the first few sentences but the legal jargon makes you feel cross eyed.

“Yep. Can’t understand a word. I’ll take it to them today.” You bluff. You don’t have lawyers. You’ll need to find one quickly.

Somehow, she sees right through it. “You don’t have a lawyer, do you?”

You smile sheepishly, “No I do not.”

She takes her phone out and scrolls to a contact before sliding it over to you. “Here, call this firm, tell them I sent you. You can work the agreement to have the production company pay them a portion of your check once they cut it.”

You take your own phone out of your pocket and add the contact, “Thank you.” You say, and you mean it. She doesn’t need to help you that much, and yet here you are.

She drinks her coffee and hums. Once you’ve added the number, you slide her phone back to her. She sets down the mug and slides the phone back to you.

“Put your number in there too.”

You’ve lost control of your face now, your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline and your mouth drops open. She just smiles back at you, leaning back in her chair with her coffee. She looks smug, like she knows what she’s done to you. She probably does, if you’re honest with yourself. She’s not naive.

You take the phone and add a contact, typing your name and your number underneath. You slide the phone back over and she picks it up. She snaps a quick picture of you as you’re looking down at your mug and you protest.

“Awh no come on Jenna-“

She waves you off, adding the photo to your contact, “Stop, you look cute don’t worry. Candids are the best.”

Your phone vibrates in front of you and you see a text message has come in from an unknown number. You open it to read: Jenna Ortega. You have her phone number now. You’re trying not to hyperventilate. Of course she gave you her number, you are going to be working together. She called you cute. Were you sweating? Was it warm in there?

As you battle your internal crisis, Jenna reaches for her bag again. This time she pulls out a dog eared copy of Secessus and gently lays it on the table. It’s full of multicolored sticky notes, and you can see highlighter marks spilling over the sides of the pages. The script looks like it’s ten years old when it has only really existed for a few months. The thought of her pouring over the pages makes your stomach flip.

You look up at her, “Who do you want to play?”

She looks down to the cover page, tracing her finger along the title. Her expression is thoughtful, she bites her lip.

“Who do you think I should play?”

You squint your eyes, looking up to the ceiling to remember the characters. The film is horror, but it’s cerebral. Any of the characters written in the pages would suit her, but you can only think of one that would let her talent truly shine.

“I think you should play Judas.” You lean back in your chair with your hands on your knees, your leg bouncing.

The grin that spreads across her face is devious, and you can tell she’s pleased with your answer. “You think I should play the killer?”

You nod, “Well she doesn’t really kill anyone though, she just convinces her cult to do it for her. I think the part would be perfect for you.”

“I want to be offended, but I’m really just flattered.” She says as she takes a lock of her hair and twirls it in her fingers. “It would be a big change from being the final girl.”

You shrug, “This film doesn’t have a final girl.”

She frowns, “Sure it does.” She flips the script open and thumbs to a page close to the end. “Judas lives, and so does the demon she summons.”

You raise your eyebrow at her, smiling in disbelief. “Are you seriously arguing with me about a script I wrote?” You jab at her playfully.

She’s fighting a smile, looking down at the pages. She looks back up at you and you can tell she’s ready to fight you on this. “You’ve left it open to interpretation. So it is whatever the reader thinks it is. I’m the reader. So I’m right.”

You scoff, a goofy smile plastered to your face. “I’ve never had anyone fight me on the content I’ve written in my life. You ma’am, are something else.”

“I’m your director and your star. So I hope you’re prepared to fight with me for the next year or so.”

Butterflies explode into your stomach. You think she might be flirting with you. Is she flirting with you? What the hell planet are you living on? It’s definitely too hot in there.The idea from yesterday that you might be dreaming returns to you. She’s eyeing you now, seeing if you’ll rise to the challenge. You’re nothing if not stubborn, so like a phoenix from the ashes, you do rise. Even if it’s clumsy and half-cocked.

“I am ready and willing to argue with you at your every whim.” You blurt out. Seriously? You may as well roll over and expose your soft underbelly for the kill.

Your answer seems to satisfy her because she leans back into her chair again, but she’s still eyeing you keenly over her mug. There’s a strangely comfortable silence that settles over the room, the two of you sipping your coffee. Jenna’s phone rings, breaking the silence and causing you both to flinch. She looks down at it, then back up at you.

“It’s my driver, do you mind?”

You shake your head no. You get up from your chair when she answers and head into your living room to give her some privacy. You flop onto your couch and pull up your phone, scrolling through tiktoks absently. After a few minutes, Jenna wanders into the room. She hesitates, but you gesture for her to sit down and she follows suit. She sits on the edge of the couch like she’s nervous to get comfortable, spinning the rings on her fingers. You wonder if it’s a nervous tick.

She sucks in air through her teeth and looks at you, “So. I know we hardly know each other and everything but…my driver just got pulled away for something.”

You stare at her blankly, not following. She screws up her mouth like she’s fighting against her better judgment and continues.

“Would you mind if…like do you have any plans for today?”

You frown, confused and still not following. “No. Just working on that dumpster fire over there.” You gesture to your laptop.

“Is it okay if I stay here for a few hours? Just while I wait for him to come back? I promise I’ll stay out of the way.”

If you were a cartoon, a bright yellow lightbulb would have popped over your head. Finally, you’re picking up what she’s laying down. “Of course!” You say, probably a little too enthusiastically judging by the look she gives you.

Jenna relaxes a bit, shifting back on the couch. It’s a good sign, you think, she’s getting comfortable. There’s a pile of screenplays stacked higher than her head next to the arm of the couch, and she glances over at them.

“May I?” She asks you, referring to the stacks of paper.

“Have at it. Most of them are shit.”

She tuts at you and grabs the ream at the top. You can’t remember which one it is, and you’re slightly nervous. She runs her finger along the page again, the same way she did with Secessus. You are beginning to realize she has a particular veneration for scripts. Which makes sense, seeing as they were the center of her career. But you think there’s more to it, she really loves something about the writing.

“Haze,” she reads the title out loud.

You blanch, realizing it’s a very R-rated, very gay story. “Oh uh, that one is… underdeveloped.”

She gives you a look, making you feel the need to justify yourself further. “It’s smut. Not good either. And very gay. Maybe not for your eyes.”

She blinks in surprise, and then interest alights her face. She opens to the first page and says, “I’ll decide what’s for my eyes and what’s not. You don’t need to entertain me,” she gestures back to your computer, “You can get back to work.”

And that’s how you find yourself lying on your sectional, typing away. Jenna is curled up on the other side of the couch, reading your screenplays with her feet tucked up under her, heels discarded. Every once in a while, you glance over at her and secretly watch her chew on her cheek or twirl her hair as she reads. You’ve made her another cup of coffee and she sips it from time to time, savoring it.

This is the second time you’ve been in her presence and you’re already beginning to feel like you could get used to this. It’s dangerous and hopeful, and you let it steer your writing as you dig yourself out of the hole you had fallen into earlier. Yeah, you could absolutely get used to this.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday #tara carpenter #vada cavell #jenna ortega x y/n

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ros3ybabe · 6 months

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Day 1 - 90 Day Challenge 🎀

Yesterday did not end on the happiest note but I will say I got almost every goal of mine complete and even some extra stuff too!

🏋‍♀️ Physical Health

Took a 50 minute hot girl walk ✅️

Drank 3, 16oz bottles of water ❌️

🧠 Mental Health

Had a 1 hour therapy session ✅️

Guided Journal AM, but not PM ❌️

❤️ Emotional Health

Did not write a daily journal entry❌️

Did read 10+ pages of 101 Essays to Change the Way You Think ✅️

📚 Intellectual Health

completed my meal writing assignment and pre lab quiz for anatomy ✅️

forgot to do my language lessons ❌️

🥳 Social Health

Did zoom call with my boyfriend for about an hour ✅️

had a quick phone call with my dad to catch up on our days ✅️

🥰 Self Love/Care

did both AM + PM Skincare

Cleaned the bathroom, washed and put away laundry, did dishes, took out all my trashes and boxes, and swept my bedroom and the kitchen ✅️

So far I'm on the right track! I'm not sure if listing out actual goals is going to be the most beneficial as I don't want to shame myself into feeling guilty for not completing them, but maybe I'll have one goal per area and then update on everything I've completed within that area? I feel like that'd be a good idea!

I love receiving DMs from other blogs telling me how motivational and inspiring I am! it makes me happy every day. I am so happy when I read those messages. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I love the community I've found here on tumblr. You guys are amazing.

Here's my Goals for November 16th!

🏋‍♀️ Physical Health

Drink 4, 16oz bottles of water

Stretch before bed

🧠 Mental Health

Read 1 chapter of Atmoic Habits

Guided Journal PM

❤️ Emotional Health

answer one journal prompt

Read 1 section of 101 Essays

📚 Intellectual Health

Complete writing assignment for my psychology class or my quiz for my nutrition class

set up bullet journal language tracker for next week (Spanish + Japanese)

🥳 Social Health

zoom call with boyfriend

chat with friends at work

🥰 Self Love/Care

full PM Skincare routine + face mask

oil hair + wash hair + use hair mask

Those are some goals for today, ans I'll update tonight with everything that I've accomplished! So far I'm loving this little challenge for me. I love being able to keep myself accountable in order to achieve my goals.

til next time, lovelies 🩷

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the-dawn-star · 2 years

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Place to Stay 22 Klaus M. x Gilbert!Reader x Elijah M.

A/N: Hello everyone and I'm sorry for the long wait. Life is getting hard but I hope you haven't lost your intrest just yet.

-S

+2500ish words, and proofread by lovely Ana_Mia_Lisa on ao3.

All interactions are highly appreciated!!

Waking up had never felt harder than it did now, right now, at this very moment. I did not attempt to push away the covers, probably because my whole body ached. The lack of an active heating system didn't help much.

Whose turn was it to pay the electrical company this month?

Now that I think about it, it was such a mundane thing to worry about…electrical bills…what a joke.

I’d have to check the calendar to be sure, but I was pretty certain that my sister must've missed her turn. And not for the first time.

Not that she seemed to care that our house lacked a heating system.

The list of things Elena cared about were surprisingly limited these days.

Apparently, I didn't make it in her new list.

I pulled my feet closer to my body, sustaining as much of the heat as I could.

Back when we were still a team, we devised a plan, my sister and I, to have each other's backs, to support each other no matter what life threw at us. We would both get jobs if we needed to, maybe sell a few things. We promised to keep ourselves a float no matter what, we made it our top priority.

Obviously, both our priorities had changed since then. Hers had become murder and betrayal. And mine…, I wasn't sure what my priorities were anymore.

I let out a groan, finally finding the strength to move, reaching for my phone, and not because I was expecting a call.

Old habits die hard I suppose. Sometimes too hard…

Instead of my phone, my hand made contact with a vase, causing it to fall to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. That made me jump out of bed at last.

Maybe, even if I wasn’t going to go to school, I could be productive, maybe...

Maybe I could do something actually useful instead of lying-in bed with no sense of the responsibility that I had. Responsibility that I have for mom and dad, for Jenna…

I tiptoed towards the door, opening it slightly, not sure if the crash had been loud enough to wake up the whole house or not.

And then I remembered the painful–but also comforting– truth, no one was home.

I was alone. And that was a good thing, I needed time to think, to put the events that happened into perspective.

I got into some comfortable–and warm– clothes, fetched the mop and two plastic bags from the kitchen, and I started to clean.

The sky was gray, my sweater was gray, my mood was gray.

Could it get any worse than this?

My answer might've been no if you'd asked me that question roughly forty-eight hours ago, but that was before my sister thought me expandable.

During the day, I tidied the house, cleaned the kitchen, dusted the photo frames and did two sets of laundry,–most of it being my clothes, which wasn't surprising, Elena seemed to practically be living in the Salvatore’s residence.–

School was a solid no today, for obvious reasons. Besides, I was so behind on homework. And I’d already called in sick for work.

It was nice to just clean around the house and just be.

Around midday, after cleaning the downstairs bathroom, I felt a bad headache coming along, the pain running wild behind closed eyes.

Unfortunately, we had no pain killers on hand, most of them had expired and I'd thrown them out earlier that day.

I made my way to the kitchen, maybe if I ate something I'd feel better. I sat behind the counter with my slightly wizened apple in front of me. I didn't feel like eating it– or anything really–.

I just wanted to close my eyes and forget yesterday, and the day before that. Just to concentrate on the good things and maybe, possibly forget the gray world around me.

My throat burned–the culprate probably being dehydration–, just like the back of my eyes. It took over my mind and numbed my senses. Enabling me to feel anything but a dull aching pain. I guess in that sense the pain from the headache was preferable to the pain of my shame–and possibly regret–.

My phone vibrated. Again. It had been doing so since morning and the day before, also a few times during the night. But I hadn’t bothered to look at any of the texts.

I sighed, getting up and putting the apple back in the fridge, and decided that the living room needed a change of decor–and perhaps the windows needed to be cleaned–.

As I moved the single red armchair to the other corner, I saw something I wish I hadn't seen. Jenna's key chain. It must've fallen off sometime. I could distinctly remember her looking for it everywhere.

The key chain felt heavy in my hands, and I had no idea what to do with it. Jenna certainly didn't need it anymore.

I decided to put it back in its place near the door, if not for any reason than for the vain sense of nostalgia. This house didn't feel like my house anymore. It wasn't home. It was just a place we slept in,–mostly me, by the looks of things–.

And who was it that once said something about homes being where hearts were?

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As the hours creeped by and the light of day gave way to darkness, my tasks came to an end as well. I would've loved to sit on the porch and enjoy the night's cool air–if I wasn't scared to leave my own house, that is–. All my homework was done, as well as the dishes, the vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing the sink, and of course the laundry that was still drying.

My self obligatory tasks were good distractions, they left me very tired– just like I wanted–, but also, there was this painful truth, that if I wouldn’t have done the chores, no one else would.

Because the only person actually living here was me now. Upstairs my phone had rang at least thrice and not once did I go up the stairs to retrieve it.

It was only seven o’clock but I was exhausted.Exhausting was good though, because then I wouldn't feel so miserable when thinking about what had happened. Exhausting was…perfect.

The doorbell rang, plucking me out of my thoughts. I froze.

Someone was behind that door.

I should open the door. But what if Damon was behind it? or Stefan or…Elena?

Nevertheless, it's better if I open the door than them–whoever they were– kicking it open.

I threw myself off the couch and ran towards the door, standing in front of it.

And then I stopped. I really didn't want to open it.

“I know you're in there, Y/N.”

I sighed, angering an Original wasn't a part of my plans for the day.

“Open this door, Y/N. I shall not ask again.”

Rebekah sounded destructive and not very interested in preserving my house.

“Why are you here?” I said, certain that the vampire could hear me through the door.

My first words for the day… How lovely.

“I shall be keeping you company today.”

The day was almost over. But I didn't tell her that.

“Perhaps tomorrow?”

“Are you rejecting my company?”

“What? No! I…”

“Then I shall be keeping you company then, believe me, I'm one of the more preferable options, and least I'm a company that is not involved with you intimately.”

That shut me up.

Rebekah tapped her perfect heels impatiently on the porch. She had a high sense of fashion. Of course she did. Being a thousand years old did that to a girl. And that was just what Rebekah was.

A girl.

“You are not invited into my house.”

“I suppose not.”

Was she giving me an out? Did that mean I could actually refuse to invite her in? Perhaps. But was it wise to do so? Was it safe to do so? Perhaps not.

I took one deep breath before breaking my bubble of ignorance that I’d built around me throughout the day.

I averted my eyes from hers before taking a few steps back and giving her the space to walk in. “Come on in then.” I murmured, my eyes glued to my feet.

Angering a vampire wasn't wise, angering an Original was pure stupidity.

She stepped in, walking past me and into the living room, before settling herself on the couch. “Come on, sit down. Unless you are planning on standing there the rest of the night.”

What was that saying about unwanted guests again?

Nevertheless, the female Original wasn't your average guest now, was she? No, no, Rebekah Mikaelson wasn't like any other person in this messed up town. She was confident, proud and of course, purly, entirely and unmistakably herself.

My school mates tried to imitate her. They failed, of course. She was the kind of person who owned whatever space she walked in–my house stood as the perfect example–.

Was it just natural to her or was it required with thousands of years of practice? I didn't know, I'm not entirely sure she did either.

I let myself fall on one of the armchairs.

“So, my brother told me about what happened to you.”

Had Klaus told her or had Elijah? I wondered.

Rebekah bit her lip, crossing one of her delicate ankles over the other. If she had wanted to say something more, she didn't. It wasn't her place to do so. However, Rebekah Mikaelason wasn't one for holding her tongue. But I didn't think our friendship–or lack thereof–was enough for her to feel particularly sorry or concerned for me.

“ Is this why you are here? Did he put you up to this?”

“Niklaus is concerned for you, but no, none of them put me up to this.”

I raised an eyebrow, like I could snatch the truth from between her carefully chosen words.

Rebekah stayed quiet for a minute too long.

“I know what it feels like to get stabbed in the back. Your sister did just that to me.”

I opened my mouth to object, she didn't let me.

“And she was not the first, Klaus has done the same over the centuries, more than I care to count.”

She sat tall while speaking about her trauma, like she was talking about something as mundane as the weather. It put me on edge. How broken could one be to even be slightly fazed in the face of such cruelty?

But she wasn't completely unfazed now, was she? Oh no, if you took the time to look closely, you could see her fingers playing with the hem of her blouse. It was a slight sign, barely visible and all too easy to miss. Not for me. Certainly not for me. It dawned on me that maybe she needed to be comforted, not give comfort.

Were vampires in the habit of going to therapy?

Unlikely, it would be too complicated.

But Rebekah Mikaelson should definitely consider it nonetheless.

Has she ever talked about the stuff that she had gone through to anyone? or did she bottle up all the anger, hurt and hatred? Hoping that it would explode when she was in the company of someone unpleasant? Someone who deserved it…?

“Should I go to therapy?”

Her sudden chuckle surprised me. She shrugged. “Honestly, I wouldn't recommend it. Not for you at least.”

“Why?”

“Therapists are disposable after we're done with them.”

“What does that even…oh”

“How do you deal with it, then? You know your own family is hurting you.” I couldn't help but ask.

“It is no easy feat, but eventually, you try to forget and look past it. Every time that Klaus has killed me– regardless of him being in the wrong or not– he and I both knew that it wouldn’t be forever. In your case however, your livelihood wasn't the first– or second– priority.”

An invisible hand clenched itself around my heart. I knew Rebekah was speaking the truth. The fact that it was painful or I wanted to avoid it, didn't make it less so. She was good at that, telling the harsh and brutal truth when people couldn’t fathom facing it themselves.

“What would you do if your family had done the same to you?” My words were barely above a whisper and I couldn’t meet her gaze. In fear that I might see things that I wouldn’t like.

Coward.

She sighed, “My family is complicated and less than functional Y/N, but through it all we still love each other for always and forever. And we would never throw each other to an almost certain death–if that would even be possible–.”

The vampire kept silent before getting up and walking towards the kitchen. I couldn't see her but I heard cabinets opening and closing.

“Your alcohol reserves are surprisingly low.”

Yes, Alaric Saltzman didn't leave much.

I finally turned around to see Rebekah with a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and two wine glasses.

“So, this is your plan, then? Drinking…wine?”

“Certainly not.” Rebekah sounded like she took offense. “We have much better vintages at our reserve.”

I had never enjoyed wine much. In fact, I hated the taste, but still I took a sip, letting the taste of berries settle on my tongue. Rebekah on the other hand, rolled her eyes after her first sip.

“If my family had done something like this to me, they…wouldn’t be my family anymore. Families protect and take care of each other when you cannot do it yourself.”

I took another sip of the wine mostly because I couldn’t find any words to form a coherent response.

“I’m not saying you should disown your family; I’m just saying that ‘forgiving and forgetting’ wouldn't do you much good either.” Rebekah took another sip, and licked her lips clean, her eyes staring into the abyss.

“I don’t think I can forget.” That ship had long since sailed.

“From what I know of you Y/N, you are meant to do more than just following orders.”

I've never thought of myself as a follow the leader type, but during the past year or two, that was exactly what I've become.

Drinking with Rebekah wasn’t something that had been on my to-do list, nor was our heart to heart. Alas, anything other than crying in bed was better, anything other than dwelling in pain.

“I’m not so sure about that.” Not anymore, at least. I said words barely above a whisper.

“I’ve lived for a thousand years Y/N, you're simply not like the coward. Except maybe in choosing your lovers–you’re really dumb in that regard.–”

Wine entered my windpipe and a violent cough ripped out of me. I placed the glass on the coffee table. “What are you talking about?” I asked, covering the lower half of my face.

Rebekah was surely amused.

“Oh come now, there is no reason to be so shy about your and my brothers’...relationship. Believe me, I've seen them make worse choices.”

Rebekah poured the rest of the wine into her glass, and then she froze.

“Your sister is coming.”

I didn’t have the time to say anything, only turning my head in the direction of the front door in panic. I couldn’t see her, not now.

“I really enjoyed talking to you,” The whisper next to my ear made the hairs at the back of my neck rise.

The lock turned, and I was alone.

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Do you copy? ~ part 2

Part 2 is finally here, sorry took me so long!

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing, smoking and smut

Safe to say Eddie was very excited about you coming over today. A lot more than normal. So much so he actually cleaned up his trailer. Putting the clothes in the laundry, changing his bed sheets, vacuuming, washing the left over plates and putting the rubbish in the bin. Even to go as far as lighting a candle but changed his mind last minute blowing it out. He didn’t want to seem too much. He had a shower than morning and threw on a classic Eddie look. A band tee with ripped jeans. He was feeling excited but also nervous. He decided to smoke to calm his nerves. Back at your house you wake up to the sound of your alarm. You didn’t wanna oversleep since you didn’t see Eddie yesterday. Getting out of bed you reach your bathroom. Stepping into the shower and giving yourself time to wake up. You think back to the orgasm you gave yourself last night. The thoughts of Eddie touching you. You feel tingly again but you know you don’t have time this morning otherwise you’d be late. Picking out an outfit was tricker than normal and you hadn’t done your laundry yet so your choice was sparse. You end up finding on of Eddies bad tees he so kindly gave you (after you kept stealing it from him) a black skater skirt, all your tights were dirty so you went for some cute knee high socks throwing on your old converses. You decided against a jacket since it wasn’t cold. You grabbed your keys and headed off to Eddies trailer.

The smoke definitely calmed Eddies nerves down. He heard your car pull onto his drive next to his van. He got up beating you to the door before his even closed your car door. You look up and see Eddie standing there with a smile. ‘Morning Munson. Did you miss me that much?’ You shout making your way over to him. ‘Always Y/N’ he says with a smirk. He can’t help but linger his eyes over your legs as you walk up each step. He licks his lips. He’s already feels a semi on. He needed to calm down. He was suppose to be the one going to tease you. As you walk up the steps you can’t help but feel Eddies eyes boring into you. Sure you’ve seen Eddie look at your many a times but not quite in this way. ‘Hey, that’s mine?’ He stops you before you reach the door properly pointing to his top. ‘Well it was yours but I think it looks better on me, don’t you?’ you say pushing past him with a wink. ‘Well I can’t deny that Princess’ he says shutting the door. Princess? That’s a new one. You can’t help but smile at your new nickname. ‘So what we got here?’ You ask looking through his pile of VHS’s on the table. Eddie turns around to see you bent over the table looking through the VHS’s. He can’t help but stare at the way your skirt is showing off your cute black panties. No holy shit. Your black thong. Eddie walks up to you stopping behind you, his front inches away from your ass. He bends down and whispers into your ear, making slight connection to your ass. ‘Thought could watch one of these Princess. You like scary movies don’t you?’ You feel Eddies breath on your ear as he speaks. You feel your body cover in goosebumps. Eddie knew you hated scary movies. What’s he up to? You don’t even realise how close your ass it to him until you go to walk back a little and you graze over his front. Eddie holds in a moan as he feels your ass on his semi hard dick. You feel very hot all of a sudden. What the hell is going on? You stand up properly, your back ends up resting on Eddies chest as you get up. Your heart races as you feel Eddies hand touch around your waist. What is he game? ‘You want a drink?’ Eddie says letting go and walking away to the kitchen. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. ‘Y-yeah sure. Thanks’ you manage to reply. Eddie grabs two cokes from the fridge with a smug grin. He can tell his small actions are having an effect on you. Things were only gonna get more fun.

You sit on the couch as Eddie returns with your drink, he hands to you. ‘Thanks’ you say taking it from him. His fingers grazing yours as you take it. Normally something small of this touch wouldn’t bother you but the way Eddie is being it’s setting something to new to your soul. Eddie chooses whatever horror film you picked out. He leans down to put in the VHS. You can’t help but watch him as he moves. You see the top of his boxers creeping out, you mind wonders what he’s hiding underneath. You quickly look away before he turns around. He sits down next to you, Eddie has always been a touchy feeling person so you were use to him sitting closely to you. As the movie begins Eddies mind begins to wonder back to yesterday. Hearing moans. Hearing you moaning his name. His eyes turned to you but his head one the screen. He knew you hated these movies so this was his perfect opportunity. He knew you’d be scared. Twenty minutes into the film as you are using your sleeves to hide from the blood and gore. ‘Enjoying the movie?’ Eddie says leaning in closer to you. You don’t take your eyes off the screen as you reply, ‘Yup. It’s fantastic. He laughs to himself. Only a minute later someone is brutally murdered making you squeal and turn away from the screen, you nuzzle into Eddies shoulder. ‘Aw what’s wrong Princess, you said it was ‘fantastic’ he says bringing his hand to poke you in the side of your ribs. It tickles as he pokes you making you wriggle closer to him. ‘Stop, that tickles!’ you laugh into him. ‘Oh it does? Well I’m that case!’ Eddie moves both his hands and tickled your sides. You try and move but Eddie is stronger than you. Your wriggling around so much trying to escape your unaware of how much you skirt has rode up. Your bare ass is pretty much out for Eddie to see, he doesn’t miss a thing as he checks out your ass

You somehow manage to break free from Eddie by grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from you, holding them up in front of him. ‘Damn Princess, when did you get so strong?’ He jokes. Out of breath from laughing you look up into his eyes and smile. You and Eddie stare into one another’s eyes. You’d been close to him but not this close to see just how deep brown his eyes are, you think you see a hint of something else but not sure what. Your grip loosens on Eddies wrists. Big mistake. Before you know it he’s somehow managed to pin you down on your back by you wrists either side of your head. His body laid on top of yours. ‘I always win’ he says with a smug grin. You try wriggle your wrists free but this causes Eddies grips to tighten, it doesn’t hurt though, if feels kind of exciting, a whole new feeling bubbles in your stomach as you realise just how close your bodies are. ‘Eddie what are you doing?’ You say playfully. ‘Just reminding you who’s in charge sweetheart’ he says putting your wrists in just his one hand. His free one moves the hair from your face tucking it behind your ear. Silence falls over you both again as you stare into one another’s eyes. Eddie leans down so your faces are inches apart, his nose bumps yours. You don’t know what or how this has happened but you are more than okay with it. Just as your lips are about to touch, ‘fancy a smoke?’ He says pulling back and letting go of your wrists. His body off yours as he stands up making his way back to his room. You lay there confused and horny as hell. What the fuck? You mutter to yourself as your get up and follow him.

Eddie already has the joint lot between his lips, sat on the edge of his bed. He pats next to him and you sit down. You watch as Eddie takes a toke, you watch how his lips wrap around the end of the joint as he inhales it in, his nostrils flaring slightly. He removes the joint and exhales. He turns to you to see you looking at his lips. He sees you blush as you’ve been caught. You shake it off and put your hand out for the joint. Eddie doesn’t give it to you, he leans closer again and places the joint in between your lips. His fingers brushing your bottom lip slightly. You almost forget to attach your lips properly until Eddies hand is gone. He smiles and moves to the top of his bed where his pillows are and lays down. You take a long and much needed toke, hopefully this will help you calm the fuck down from whatever is going on. You both sit and lay in silence for a few minutes as the weed takes it effect. ‘Eddie?’ You say turning your attention to him. ‘Yeah?’ He asks still staring at the ceiling. ‘Did you clean up?’ You ask looking around his room as it’s not in its typical state. ‘Maybe, why?’ He asks. ‘Just looking tidy, wait?’ You say crawling on the bed more, you crawl up to where he is and inhale his pillow. Eddies head turns to you, he can’t quite believe his eyes. You are bent over right next to him, you ass definitely showing fully from your skirt. He’s give anything to touch it. He bites his lip as he sits to his elbows to get a better look. ‘You’ve cleaned your bedding too?!’ You say turning to him shocked. However when you turn you don’t make eye contact like you were expecting. You see him sat up slightly biting his lip, you follow his eyes and realise he’s looking at you. More specifically your ass. You let out a little giggle, his head quickly turns to yours as he knows you most definitely caught him looking. He instantly blushes. You sit back so your on your knees. ‘See something you like Munson?’ You ask playfully. ‘Well Princess you make it sure damn hard not to look when you wear that skirt.’ He replies with a smile. Now it’s your turn to blush. He sits up so now he’s sitting properly and shuffled closer next to you. His hand resting on your bare knee, sending little waves of excitement all around you. He leans closer to you and whispers into you ear, ‘not to mention that thing you call underwear, it hardly covers anything.’

Your heart races as you feel Eddies hand moves higher up your knee towards your thigh. ‘This okay?’ He asks looking into your eyes. ‘Yes’ you near enough whisper. With your permission his hand moves further up under your skirt. He starts to slowly kiss down your neck, you moan at his kisses. You can feel the smirk on his lips as he goes back in but this time he sucks your neck, pressing his teeth down into your soft flesh. His hand creeps up to where your aching core is, you move your knees more open so he can touch you easily. You feel his finger press down on your underwear right where your clit is. You gasp at his actions, he found your clit just like that. ‘Someone seems excited’ he whispers into your neck. ‘Please Eddie’ you whine at him. ‘What sweetheart?’ Eddie moves from your neck to your face, his nose brushing yours just like earlier. Lips inches away. ‘Please touch me’ you beg. ‘Since you asked so nicely’ Eddie says before he kisses you. His lips are softer than you imagined, the kiss is gentle at first. His fingers move your underwear to the side and he moves your wetness up and down your slit. You moan into his lips. Eddie breaks the kiss and takes his hand away you are about to complain at the loss of feeling but he tells your to lay down and you do so. Eddie lays on top of you and continues to kiss you, much more needier this time. You feel his tongue enter your mouth, you suck on it making him moan and buck his hips into your aching core. As you continue to kiss you you feel one of his hands move up and along your body. He moves it under your top and stops at your breasts. Your thankful you didn’t wear a bra today as Eddie makes contact brushing past your nipple. ‘No bra? You are a full of surprises Y/N’ Eddie says into your lips. His hand squeezes your breast as his lips leave yours as he kisses down your jaw, down to your neck again finding the sensitive spot behind your ear. Your hand reaches and pulls his hair making him moan into you. It’s the prettiest noise you’ve ever heard. His hand lets go of your breast but his fingers wonder to your nipple as he twists them slightly. You’ve never been so turned on and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet. You buck your hips needing some friction. ‘Don’t worry princess, I am going to give you the best orgasms ever.’ He says with a mischievous smile.

Eddie continues to kiss down your neck, he reaches your collar bone planting small sweet kisses. His body moves further down on yours. He pulls at the hem of you top looking up at you for permission. You nod and bite your lip. ‘Princess if you keep looking at me like that you’re gonna make me cum already’ he says with a wide grin. You let out a small giggle but that’s quickly cut off when you feel Eddies tongue on your nipple. He licks it all around and then puckers his lips and sucks it, you arch your back and moan, his eyes never leaving you. His other hand moves further down your body until he reaches the waistband of your skirt, his hand goes under it and your underwear till he’s met with your dripping pussy. ‘Fuck princess, so wet for me’ he moans into your nipple. ‘Only for you Eddie’ you say back with a cheeky smile. The way you’re looking at him and saying his name drives him insane. He can’t wait anymore. He sinks a finger straight into your wet hole making you moan. He starts pumping in and out of you, you sound so wet and normally would be embarrassed but right now the sensation of Eddies finger feels too good. Only one finger and you feel yourself being close already. ‘Fuck Eddie!’ You moan pulling his hair and bringing him in for a sloppy kiss. He can feel you clenching on his finger. ‘Fuck Princess so close already?’ He mumbled to your lips. You can’t answer your too focused on the feeling of him. Your so close. On the verge. Then he quickly pulls out his finger and pulls away from the kiss. You sit up slightly feeling annoyed. ‘What the fuck Eddie?! I was so fucking close’ you sound so desperate but you don’t care. He just stopped you from cumming. He lets out a small laugh that just irritates you more. ‘What’s so funny?’ You ask feeling pissed off. Eddie looks at you sucks your juices off his finger then gets off the bed and stands up. Before you have chance to talk again he grabs you by the ankles and turns you over so your on your stomach. ‘On all fours’ he commands. ‘Excuse me, in my-?’ Your cut off by Eddie smacking your ass, it stings but you can’t deny it turns you on more. ‘On. All. Fours.’ He says. This time you listen and get on all fours. Ass in the air you feel Eddies body leaning over yours. He leans down and whispers into your ear, ‘the first place I want you to cum is in my mouth Princess. You understand?’ You nod. He grabs you by the hair pulling you back to look at him. ‘Words. I need words Princess’ he says with a look of lust. ‘I, I understand’ you reply taken back by Eddies actions. It makes you want him even more. He lets go out your hair pushing your head back down to the bed. You hear him rustling around then he cover your eyes with a blindfold. ‘This will make it even more fun sweetheart’ he whispers to you. You clench around nothing. You can not see anything now but after a minute you feel Eddie yanking down your skirt and thong. He spreads open your hole and blows on it. You flinch at his breath. ‘What a pretty pussy you have, I bet she taste fucking amazing’ he says hypnotised by the sight of you dripping for him.

You moan as you feel Eddies tongue lick from your asshole to the top of your vagina. He licks your juices all around, licking up agonisingly slowly up and down. You press your ass further back to him making you take more of you pussy. Smack. You feel Eddie spank you again. ‘Such a needy girl’ He says. ‘I, I’m sorry’ you whimper pathetically. ‘Don’t be baby. I love it’ he says and dives his tongue right back to your pussy. Your feel him lap up your juices just like before but this time more quickly. You’re a moaning mess into the bed. You feel Eddies tongue lick up to your hole. You feel his tongue going in and out of it. He’s fucking your with his tongue and fuck it feels amazing. ‘Fuckfuck’ you moan. You feel close already. Eddie can tell, he removes his tongue and replaces them with two fingers. He’s reaching places you didn’t know existed before. You feel his tongue making circles on your clit. The sensations of both together are the best anyone has ever given to you. ‘Eddie, fuck s-so close!’ You scream you hands bunching up the duvet tightly in your hands. ‘Cum baby. Cum in my mouth’ Eddie says before licking your clit so fast. His fingers pump in and out still, with the combination you crumble. ‘I I’m cumming!’ You moan as your finally release. Eddie licks up all your cum not missing a bit. He fingers still in you but slowed more down. Both heavily breathing trying to catch your breath. ‘Fuck Eddie, that was’ ‘Best orgasm ever?’ He says with a smug smile. ‘Yes. Best orgasm. Ever’ you reply back. ‘Ready for another one?’ Eddie says. Before you answer you feel something slap your wet pussy making you gasp. ‘Fuck Eddie, is that-’ you say biting your lip. The next thing you feel is Eddies dick pushing into your hole. Your still sensitive from earlier but it feels too good. ‘Fuck. Your big’ you say breathlessly as Eddie bottoms out in you. ‘Thanks Princess’ he says with a smug smile. For a minute Eddie doesn’t move so you can adjust to him. You decide to show him you were. You move yourself back and forth. Making you both moan together. ‘Fuck me, that feels good’ Eddie says holding you by the waist. You carry on moving yourself back and forth on his cock, it feels good. ‘My turn princess’ he says as he pounds into you. ‘Fuck!’ You scream out at the next sensation. Eddie is not gentle but you don’t care. You need it. he moves in you hard and fast, he’s been needing this for fucking forever. He digs his fingers hard into your hips most definitely going to leave a mark but you don’t care. You feel another orgasm approaching as you clench around Eddie. ‘Eddie, gonna cum!’ You moan as you cum again all over Eddies dick. ‘Fuck, squeezing me so tight. Fuck. Shit.’ Eddie doesn’t have anytime to warn you before he releases his cum straight into you. You feel it and fuck it’s a lot, so much so it start to spill out but Eddie doesn’t stop moving as he’s still cumming. ‘Fuck Y/N’ Eddie says breathlessly. ‘Good job I’m on the pill’ you say giggling. You take the blindfold off and turn to see Eddie. He’s out of breath, his hair sticking to him from the sweat but he looks so fucking hot. He slowly pulls out of you and sits on the bed. You turn around and crawl up to him, his cum spilling out of you but you don’t care. He lifts his arm and you snuggle your way next to him. ‘So Eddie?’ You say tracing his tattoos. He turns to you humming, ‘best orgasm ever?’ You say with a big grin. ‘Fuck yes Princess. Best. Orgasm. Ever’ he says bringing you in for a kiss

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hetalia-club · 6 months

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If anyone is like me and enjoys other peoples relationship drama and stories from idiot man children this is something you will thoroughly enjoy.

Not related to these stories at all but I just want everyone who sent me kind words today and yesterday to know that I read all of them and I appreciate every single one of them!

They helped cheer me up a lot, or rather level out. Yeah that's a better word.

I want all to know who had been following my freak out last night that I read through our argument text from last night after I left his house, just a little bit ago. I've gone from sad to just mad honestly.

I thought it was funny that like his main gripe in our relationship. Like his BIGGEST hang up, an unforgivable act in his eyes I guess... you ready for this? To hear the worst thing I ever did to this man child?

Two summers ago he asked me to do this couples golf tournament with him like mid summer, July, so it was hot as hell. I get terrible migraines when I get too hot. He knows this. Everyone who knows me knows this. I have a medical condition. So I told him. "No because I'll get sick" APPARENTLY he never let that go. has not brought it up sense. I even forgot about it. he legit never breathed a word about it. Didn't say it made him mad or sad, nothing.

I was like "So I should have gone even though I don't know the rules, can't hit the ball further than a few feet and actually can't stand in the heat for too long with no shade? Was I just supposed to go and get sick for you?" and you guessed it! That answer was "YES >:(" He said I was being very selfish and I know know much he likes to golf.

Also for some people saying that maybe we could go to Italy together if he still has his ticket. He also never bought his ticket and he just fucking lied about it. Idk what he was going to do come May and I was ready to go. He would have probably gaslight me and come up with some convoluted lie on how his ticket got all messed up or something.

ALSO!! if you want to know just how big of a man child I delt with for 5 years. Here is another tiny little story of the 10 billion I probably have. I had to go to the court house to get the papers for his passport because he 'didn't know how'. You legit walk in go to teh clerk and say 'passport papers porfavor'. Then you go home. THEN he didn't even fill it out. He took it to his parents house and had his MOMMY do it for him. He's in his late 20's btw.

He lied to me and told me HE filled out the passport information but I know he didn't because his mom had mentioned to me that she was the one who did it for him because she thought it was 'ridiculous he couldn't do it himself'. I never told him I knew he was lying and just let him lie. She said that he said it was because he "didn't know where he was born" what grown adult human does not know the city they were born in? Honestly I never called him out for it because I was embarrassed for him. Gave me such ICK. My 12 year old nephew could tell me the town he was born in...He is the KING of weaponized incompetence.

ALSO!

He would legit pretend he couldn't find the dish washer pods in his OWN HOUSE that he bought and put away under the sink. So he would never wash dishes no matter how many time I showed him how to use the dishwasher. He would pretend he couldn't do laundry to. Towards the end of our relationship when I got tired of being his mommy. I stopped putting his clothes away and would fold them and place them in the hamper right next to the closet so he could put them away and he would never put them away and his cat would lay on them and they would get covered in hair and he would wear cat hair covered clothes out just to spite me I think. We would be walking into a nice restaurant and I would be quickly picking cat hair off his clothes in a rush so he looked somewhat put together. He also never cleaned his cats litter box which really irritated me because I don't really like cats for this reason but I also couldn't let her have a dirty box. I had told him when we got together it's HIS cat and he needed to continue to take care of her as if I were not there. He didn't do that, he couldn't even be bothered to wash out her food dish to get the old wet food out before putting new in. So I just did that to. I want to make it very clear to everyone though he CAN do these things. He just didn't because he knew I would do it.

I always knew he was immature and a big baby but I never let myself think it for too long because I would 'feel bad'. But oh my god our maturity levels were not syncing up.

#hc talking smack

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manestjerne · 10 months

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Let me save you pt. III

Juice Ortiz x female

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: mention of a toxic relationship, blood, mentions of crimes

The first thing I did when I woke up in the morning was laundry. After breakfast, coffe, cigarette and all other parts of my morning routine I went to get some gas. After doing everything I had planned for today I still had plenty of time, so I started thinking. Should I do something about what happened yesterday? Well, basically nothing happened, but for me it wasn’t nothing, and I was sure he had the same thoughts. But he’s just a biker, probably have tons of girls like you and hundreds of promise rings left to give away. I tried to put my mind at ease and not text him, so I went running, cleaned my whole apartment and it was finally time to go to work. I can drive there today. Technically yes, but I’d use a walk, I should lose some weight. Actually that wasn’t necessary, but a 15 minute walk is better than 5 minute drive. Less time to think about him, more to sing some songs in my head. Great idea.

The place was crowded as always during the weekends, so I didn’t have much time to think about him, but still enough to look at the door from time to time, he never showed up. When we finished cleaning Nat asked me to stay for a beer or two. I didn’t have anything better to do, so we closed the door and sat at the other side of the bar gossiping about our other coworkers. I actually liked them, but Nat was my best friend now. Basically an only friend, but she was caring and fun at the same time, we really got along well.

- Okay, and what about your biker? He didn’t show up today.

- His not “my” biker. Just a biker, he’s nice.

- Just a biker? Then what’s that? - she grabbed my necklace but I instantly put it back under my shirt

- That was a joke and, as you can see, he’s not here, so it’s nothing big. Leave it.

- Okay, just be careful, huh? I know it sounds funny, but I don’t want you to get hurt, you’ve got enough from your last relationship. I mean, he seems nice and he’s not hitting up on any other girls here, just you, but still be careful.

- I know Nat, thanks.

- You know where’s he from? I haven’t seen a charter town on his cutte.

- Nah, but he’s not from here.

- That’s a good sign, he’s driving all the way from another town just to spend some time with you everyday.

- Yeah, everyday… maybe he’s not trying to get someone in his hometown because he has someone and people know them there and-

- Hey, don’t be such a pessimist.

- You started that - I laugh

- But not every guy is a prick, don’t push him away, just be careful - my phone buzzes - talking ‘bout pricks. Mark’s not leaving you alone again? Give me the phone, I’ll tell the son of a bitch to-

- No - I interrupt her - it’s Juice.

- What did he say?

- He asked if I got home safe.

- What? Okay, that sounds like he actually cares.

But I wasn’t listening to her, just texted him back.

Not yet, I stayed after hours to get a drink.

Alone?

Nat’s with me.

Good to hear that.

Please don’t walk home if you get drunk. You can call me when you get in the taxi.

If not just please text me when you get home.

I must’ve stared at my phone for a good while, because Nat snapped her fingers in front of my face.

- Hey, everything’s good? - I passed her my phone to look though the conversation - damn, that’s actually pretty sweet.

- Nat?

- Huh?

- Want to go to my place? I’ll give you some clothes for tomorrow. And we can get a few more on our way there - I looked at our empty glasses.

- Only if we also get pizza.

Nat was ordering food at the counter when I took my phone and opened the conversation.

When will you come by? Wanted to give you back your shirt.

You can keep it :)

So he’s not coming back. We took our food and headed to my apartment. As always we put on a movie just for some background sounds and started talking before going to sleep on the couch.

- You texted Juice?

- Yeah, he left me on read.

Whole week went by and I haven’t seen him. It was also impossible to forget him because of the texts I got every night. Every single night. Juice wasn’t the only one texting me, but the only one who I wanted to hear from right now. I was pissed and upset, but also worried. When I saw him coming to the bar I was actually stunned.

- Hi.. - he started awkwardly - What’s up?

- I’m okay.

I really wanted to ask where he was and what was he doing, but I knew I couldn’t, firstly that would seem desperate and secondly, he probably can’t even tell me. I looked at him, tired and not as joyful as always. I handed him a beer.

- Look, y/n, I’m sorry. Really. Can I take you somewhere to make it up to you?

- Make up for what? - I forced a smile and tried to look carelessly

- I wanted to come see you, but I had to get out of town for a while, club business. Let me take you for a dinner, let’s talk. I really like you and don’t want you to be upset because of me.

- Juice, it’s fine. You didn’t do anything bad.

- So you’ll come? - I wanted to say no, but the sparkles in his eyes made me rethink my decision

- Well, I have a day off tomorrow, but first I have a question.

- Ask away, anything.

- Would you kill somebody in a restaurant?

- Well, no. I don’t think so. I’ll pick you up at 4?

- Sounds good, I’ll bring your t-shirt.

- I didn’t say you can keep it because I was planning on not seeing you again - he said with a smirk

I woke up at 6 and there was no chance for me to fall asleep again, so I tried to stay entertained. A day felt like a week and I didn’t know what to do with myself. Couldn’t focus on reading a book, didn’t have enough energy to exercise, just sat at the balcony with a coffee and a pack of cigs when I heard a text. Scared that Juice’s gonna bail on me I slowly picked up the phone.

Can you send me your address?

You can pick me up from town centre, I have something to do there.

I didn’t, but I also didn’t want to just give away my address to random people. He’s not a random person. But I prefer to stay careful.

I left an hour early, got some coffee to go and went on a walk to clear my mind. I sat on a bench near the place where we’re supposed to meet and just waited. He showed up a few minutes later and I got in the car.

- I thought you ride a bike.

- Yeah, but I still have a car, I guess that’s more comfortable. Why? You’re into bikers?

I gave him a blank stare.

- Too early for that kind of jokes? Sorry, my bad.

I laughed and we sat in silence, just listening to music the whole way there. He hopped out of the car right after he parked to open the door for me.

- You don’t have to do that.

- But I want to, still have some sins to make up for.

He chose a cosy place right out of town, we sat down and ordered our food.

- So, biker. Tell me something about you.

- Well, I’m just a mechanic, in my free time I enjoy riding, I also read books and listen to classical music. My other hobbies are dancing-

- Okay, stop - I laughed - now really.

- I really am a mechanic and I really am a member of a motorcycle club.

- That’s it?

- For now. What about you? How did a nurse from LA end up as a bartender in Lodi?

- Starting a new, peaceful life - I raised my eyebrow

- What? Am I a problem? - he smirked

- You don’t seem peaceful.

He rested his head on his hand. In this light I could see all the bruises and scratches covering his face and muscled arms.

- And why wasn’t your “old life” as peaceful as you wish?

- There was a lot going on, much more than you could imagine.

- Let me guess - he looked around acting like he was thinking about it - a toxic boyfriend who wouldn’t let you alone? Toxic friends that would make you go out every weekend? Parents who sent you too much money every week?

- You think you’re the only one here with criminal records?

His face got more serious for a moment but then he started smiling again.

- Shit. You’re kidding.

- Maybe…

- Okay, you’re not. What did you do?

- I won’t tell you.

- Oh come on.

- A secret for a secret, sweetheart.

We kept talking for hours, after food I got some drinks and he kept asking me about my past from time to time. When it was finally time to come home he offered me a lift again.

- No Juice, I’m gonna take a damn taxi, so just leave it - I said firmly

- I know why you didn’t want me to pick you up at your house, I’ll accept that, but promise to text me when you get home, okay? - he wasn’t pushing and let me decide, that’s something new

- Okay, promise. See you again?

- Definitely.

He hugged me gently and waited until I got in the taxi. First minutes seemed okay, but then I saw the driver constantly looking at me in the mirror.

- So were you headin’ girl? Home? - I instantly felt shivers going down my spine

- Rented apartment, I’m just staying here for a few nights.

- Alone?

- Nah, my boyfriend and my sister are waiting for me, little family vacation. Why? - I asked calmly but took the phone out of pocket and texted Juice immediately

Hey, something’s off. Can you call me?

Now.

Please.

I made sure my phone wasn’t on mute and didn’t have to wait long for it to call.

- Hey babe, what’s up? - I tried not to sound panicked

- Babe? Y/n what’s wrong?

- Oh I’m just heading home, what do you need?

- Are you safe?

- Oh well, I don’t know, but I can stop by a shop if you really need it.

- Where are you?

- Really? Yeah, that would be great, I could save some money on the taxi. See you there!

I put my phone down but didn’t hang up.

- Sorry, could you just leave me here? I need to get some groceries - he started looking around

- Yeah sure, you want me to wait here for you?

- Oh no, you can go, my boyfriend offered to get me back home, but thanks! - I said as cheerful as I could while he pulled up to a parking lot

I told him to keep the change and left as fast as I could, walked into the shop and put the phone back to my ear.

- Hey, you still there?

- I’ll be with you in a minute, are you okay?

- Sure - I looked out through the window - but he didn’t leave, so I’ll just stay here for now.

- Just don’t hang up.

I put the phone in my pocket and decided to actually get some groceries since I was already there, but Juice pulled up much quicker than he should. I walked up to him and fell into his arms, feeling his body tense under my touch, so I quickly let go.

- Jesus Christ, I told you you would be safer with me than with a random man.

- He didn’t actually do anything bad.

- If he didn’t, you wouldn’t call me - he looked at a bag in my hand - You actually went shopping?

I melted under his smile, and when he touched my hand to get the bag my knees got weak. We walked up to his car.

- Is he still here? - he asked looking around

- No…

But he saw the taxi and was ready to go there, but I grabbed his hand.

- Juice, just get me home, okay?

He stood like that for a while but finally let go and opened the door for me. I put my address in the navigation and just sat there, wanting to be home already. When he parked I saw him gently massaging his ribs, right where I touched him before.

- Are you okay? - I asked softly

- Yeah, just and old wound not healing properly, but I’ll be fine, thanks for your concern - he looked me in the eyes with a wide smile

- That’s not funny, if it’s not healing then something wrong, and I know well you can’t go to a hospital. You already know where I live so you you can as well come with me and let me help you.

- That’s really not necessary.

- But this bag is so heavy…

He laughed and shook his head.

- An hour ago you refused to tell me where you live and now you want me to come inside? That’s a quick change.

We got to my apartment and I told him to sit down and take off his shirt.

- Well, it really develops quickly - he said folding his shirt neatly and putting it on the table

- You want me to be scared of you again - I said not looking at his face, but I still knew he was smiling wide

- There’s nothing to be scared of, trust me.

I looked at the poorly treated wound, bandage soaking with blood. I took it off and saw a nasty cut.

- Damn, that’s deep, what was it? A fucking machete? You need to be patched up.

- Can you do that?

- Not today - I looked up at him - I don’t have such stuff at home, I can try to stop the bleeding and finish it up tomorrow. And I know it’s not an old wound - I raised my eyebrow

- Sorry, I know lying is not the best option, but I didn’t want you to see that.

- You didn’t, huh? - I looked at him, sitting there half naked, still looking really confident - Just stay here.

I went to the bathroom to get the stuff I already had and started to dress his wound, we sat there in silence interrupted by his quiet growls. I was almost done when I said

- Car races.

- What? - he sounded interested and worried at the same time

- My records.

- You took part in illegal car races in LA?

- Well, it was legal at first, but the money brought me to the wrong side.

- I almost killed a man last week.

I stopped what I was doing and looked him in the eyes. He was serious. I rested my hand on his knee wanting him to go on.

- I wasn’t gone all week, but I needed to be alone for a while, clear my mind and not bring you any trouble. But I did that anyways.

I finished what I was doing and stood up, hugging him softly I rested my cheek on his forehead. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me in gently. I stroke the side of his head with my fingers trying to calm him down.

- Was he a bad guy? - I asked jokingly breaking the silence

- He tried to kill one of ours.

- Then why didn’t you- why didn’t you do that? - the word “kill” couldn’t get past my lips

- Someone did it for me - his arms wrapped even tighter around me

- How far away do you live? - I tried changing a subjects after hearing his voice breaking

- Not far, about 30 miles.

I pulled away to look him in the eyes.

- You came 30 miles every time you wanted to see me?

- It’s really not that far, a professional driver should know it - I shook my head

- You can stay here if you want. So I can finish what I started early enough to not be late for work.

- You sure?

- Yup. I have extra covers and a free couch. I can get you a shirt to sleep in, we’ll be even - I said heading towards the bedroom

I went through my closet to find a T-shirt big enough and when I turned away I saw him just standing there, leaning on the door frame. He was really well built, I haven’t noticed that earlier, too focused on the cut. No wonder why he was so confident, there’s no reason to act shy when you look like that.

- Jesus, don’t. Don’t do that.

- What? - he laughed, full smile again

- Don’t. Don’t stand like that. This one should fit - I threw a shirt at him - go get dressed.

- Yes ma’am - he bowed and went back to the living room

- Wanna watch something? - I asked while sitting next to him on the couch

We picked a movie and watched for about 30 minutes in silence. I felt him looking my way from time to time, but couldn’t do anything. Even tho I wanted to do something.

- I don’t care, you know? - I broke the silence

- What do you mean?

- People do dumb and bad shit sometimes. You should know that. I risked somebody’s life once too- I stopped for a second, thinking what to say next, trying to calm down. He didn’t interrupt me, just waited - But you shouldn’t be left alone with your thoughts. I know you’re not supposed to talk about it, but I’ll listen.

He sat closer to me and put his hand behind my back hugging me. I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him.

- I didn’t mean to do that, y/n. I never wanted to pull you into this, but it escalated quickly. I’m sorry.

- I know, but you shouldn’t be. You can talk to me. Whatever happens.

We watched the rest of the movie in silence interrupted only by notifications on my phone, but he never asked about that and I was glad he didn’t. When I woke up next morning and went to the living room, he was already up making breakfast.

- I can’t do anything more to thank you. For now.

- So we’re thanking each other for everything now? How much do I owe you for gas and dinner?

- Oh come on - he laughed

I treated his wound and reassured him that he can really talk to me before he left. That was a really peaceful morning, even with this amount of blood I felt more relaxed after waking up than ever. When he left I looked at all my missed calls and unread messages, deciding it’s time to cut him off totally. I’ll do that whenever I get my next chance, but my phone was silent the whole day, only interrupted by Juice’s evening text.

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boomerang109 · 5 months

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I'm supposed to still be doing homework but I wanted to pause really quickly because I really think I might be getting better

I hit a wall last week (and hella actually really helped me, but I had to ignore her advice for a few days to see it) where I just kind of realized I don't actually do much to make myself feel better? And like. I want to be so specific that like. I'm feeling physically better these days so it's so much easier (not easy, mind you--I'm still in pain AND mental health is still making it hard, but it's easier)

But like I just had like three days in a row where I just tried to do homework in bed and instead I did NOTHING and I basically talked to no one and I was just making myself miserable and I was like. It's the end of the semester and at this point it's my fault I have so much work. So I need to make a different choice and do it. So I have?

And I spent HOURS doing work yesterday. And it wasn't perfect--I meant to go to an aquaintance's show and I didn't make it, but I did a bunch of work and got some late assignments turned in. And I'm still working today and it's fucking slow going. I thought I was gonna get through two modules (I don't call them that, god hella you've infected my brain) but I still have ten pages left of enlightened sexism (but my focus is a little shot at this point in the day. BECAUSE I SUDDENLY HAVE ENERGY?? like i'm gonna go put my laundry in and like. idk maybe even walk around a bit because i have energy. like not a lot. but for nearly 8pm at night? It's crazy.)

I just. I hope this is the iron and the medication change. Because I've been having such a rough go of it. But I think some of it has been me. I think I got really good at being sick and treating myself like I was sick and I'm not anymore.

Cause like when I was sick I let myself get away with all sorts of bullshit cause 'oh I can't, I don't feel well.'

But I'm getting better. So that means putting on my big person pants and doing shit. Even when it's hard.

#i went to bed really depressed last night #like just gave up on the day #and it honestly was just cause i hadn't eaten #and i think that's my newest goal is just making sure i eat #oh fuck jack we need to talk about that at some point for study abroad #i'm shiiiit at eating and it's not your job to make eat or anything #(can you imagine if i was like haha it's your problem and in tumblr post no less)#but if you happen to see this. at some point i just would love to have a convo about if you'd be willing to just like. make sure i'm intaki #food? and like if i suddenly become uncharacteristically rude? it's 99% of the time going to be because i'm hangry #i was gonna be like 'oh no what if i can't get safe foods'#but we're going to italy and like. pasta is a safe food for me. so i think i'll be good.#(i may end up stressed out by how fancily they make it because it has been pointed out to me that my preferred way of having it 'butter and #cheese' is essentially just buttered noodles but like i also like alfredo so it's fine #anyway i just wasted the last ten minutes of my study time so now it's break time!!#yay laundry time #life of a boomerang

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kipxer · 2 years

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Turtle Comforts - Mikey

Rise!Mikey/GN!Reader - platonic/familial - no Reader pronouns

Summary: You're overthinking everything which is making you stuck and depressed. But lucky for you, a little bundle of sunshine has a pizza delivery for you.

Warnings: Anxious overthinking, being stuck in a freeze state, and just generally being depressed. Crying and feelings of helplessness.

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: I don't need therapy anymore, all I need is stuff like this :) - (ok but bruh this actually works tho, I actually showered and ate soup today for real)

Continued: (Raph Leo Donnie) TBA

Masterlist

Surrounded by plush pillows and stuffed animals, you roll over in bed trying to hide away from the sun daring to peek through the curtains into your room.

You know you should wake up. You've been drifting in and out of sleep for longer than you should have by now.

Groaning you pick up your phone and squint at the bright light.

It's horrifyingly well past noon.

A buzz in your hand shocks you out of your drowsiness.

Mikey: Yo y/n!! We're gonna check out the new pizza place in about an hour! Wanna join in? :D

With that message alone, you tense up and feel your throat tighten.

Oh god. Socializing. Leaving the house.

And look at yourself.

Wearing the pajamas that were yesterday's clothes surrounded by your stuffy room that you've procrastinated on cleaning for the last few weeks.

There's no way you could make it.

Even if you wanted to join in, you'd have to get ready for the day, brush your teeth, shower, do your hair, and find clean clothes. In order to find clothes you'd have to clean up the room and do laundry. Oh god and you can't leave the house without doing your other chores, that's just blatantly irresponsible. And even if you were able to do all of that, then you would have to pack and get everything ready then figure out how to make it to the meet up spot. And what about paying for it, you haven't been taking on much work lately so your bank account is looking quite worrying. What if you need that money for an emergency and you spent it on some dumb food-

Before you know it, you can't even move. Too stuck in your own brain to even get out of bed.

To be fair, it has been a while since you spent time with any of the brothers, and you did promise them that you'd hang out soon.

But alas, your eyes continuing to droop, your body growing pitifully weak, and your breath quickening by the passing minutes.

"Mornings" for you have been like this for a while, an epic self deprecating battle between motivation, exhaustion, and anxiety. Ultimately resulting in hours of laying in bed on your phone until the headaches and back soreness join in.

You'd have to decline the offer.

But pizza does sound good right about now. It has been quite a while since you ate an actual meal. And you do genuinely love hanging out with the brothers.

But then again, their adventures are quite energy taxing. It's not uncommon that some mutant or yokai pops out of nowhere and you'd find yourself fighting for your life again. And if you are so exhausted what if you slip up and endanger the team?

Oh god, but what if they take your decline as rejecting them. You've barely talked to any of them in a while and now you're rejecting them? If you want to keep being friends with them you have to at least put in some effort.

But you won't be any fun to be around in this state, so you'd just bring them down either way.

They must hate you.

FINALLY, after 40 minutes of contemplation you manage to type out a quick message.

okokokokok. Just. It's fine. It's probably fine. They're really understanding, they probably won't miss you that much. And you did already make your decision, overthinking it won't do you any good. Just. Go through with it. It'll be fine.

Y/N: That sounds like so much fun! But I'm just feelin' kind of exhausted and irritable, I don't think I would be much fun to hang around today lol

Without so much as missing a beat you see Mikey begin typing back.

Mikey: Aww!! Well maybe hanging out could get you some positive vibes flowin. We're not gonna be doin anything crazy, it's just pizza.

But it's not just pizza.

Y/N: Nah it's fine, I just end up like this sometimes, I just gotta work my way through it lol

You're saying lol too many times.

Mikey: It's been so long since we last hung out tho!! We gotta at least do something!

You sink a little at his words. So he really does care that you come. Are you really gonna ruin his day like that-

Before you can give more weak excuses, another message appears.

Mikey: How about I just drop some off at your place then! I don't want ya missing out!

Y/N: No it's ok! I don't want to trouble you with it. I can always get a slice some other time!

Mikey: It's no trouble lol! I'll be there in a little bit!"

Oh god.

The clock is ticking.

You have to clean your room and shower and-

C'mon, the ENTIRE point was that you wouldn't have to ruin anything. So that you could just have the time to get through your own problems and deal with it yourself like usual.

Since you took so fucking long to reply earlier they must be getting ready to leave to the restaurant soon. Now you have even less time thanks to your dumbass procrastination like always.

And your eyes grow warm and watery.

You begin to shake.

You can't get it together in time.

But it should be so easy.

It's so simple.

Why couldn't you have just done it before.

Why did you have to sleep in the entire day.

Why did it take you so long to reply.

The impossible and inevitable looming deadline unravels you into a heap of tears and panicked sobs.

This is so stupid.

Now he's gonna see you like this.

Which panics you even more.

You end up in an anxious frenzy for a good bit, but that doesn't make time slow down any further, in fact it just does the opposite.

He's gonna show up at any moment now.

The best you could do is not have him find you crying on top of your appearance and messy room and everything else.

So you rub your tears away and suck in your breath forcing the tears back, all while just trying to calm your breathing at least a little bit.

And luckily as soon as you got yourself at least emotionally presentable, you hear a knock on your window.

Muffled through the curtained window comes a familiar sing song voice "Pizza delivery!"

You can practically hear his smile.

At last, after hours of being stuck in bed, you get up on your wobbly legs like some anxious baby deer.

You approach the window.

With each step your chest tightens.

As you reach for the curtain, your shoulders tense.

But ultimately, you pull the fabric back.

Light pours into your room and fills your senses, causing you to squint at the brightness.

Once your eyes finally adjust, you find your mutated friend on the fire escape. His grin wide with a large pizza box in his hands.

Unlatching the window, you invite him in.

As if it were nothing, he hops on through balancing the box on one hand.

"Man it is dark in here!"

You let out an awkward laugh "heheh yeah."

You hear him sniff?

"And you smell funny!"

You make a face in the dark. "Yeah..."

"What have you even been doin' all day?"

You feel yourself shrink at his question and start playing with your sleeves "Uhhh well I just sorta hung around I guess. Slept in a bit."

His face drops. "A bit?? The sun is gonna go down soon!!"

You stay quiet

"Is this what you've been doing this entire time??" He throws his arms out to his sides, somehow still perfectly balancing the pizza.

Your shame begins to grow while your voice grows smaller.

"Um- I-"

"If you needed help getting your life together all you had to do was ask." He poses dramatically with his knuckle on his chin, silhouetted by the golden rays from your window. "After all, I am an expert life coach."

"I uh what."

He suddenly flicks on the light switch illuminating the room further.

"Hold-on-hold-on you don't have to do this, it's fine really!! I got it handled I can fix my own life." You frantically say with your hands up defensively.

Mikey looks at you intensely with an unreadable expression and slowly blinks.

...

"Clearly"

With a swipe of his arm he comically shoves the stuff on your desk off to the side in a pile before placing the pizza box in it's cleared space.

"Mikey!!!" You screech, frantically shouting at him all the reasons why he definitely should not be doing what he is doing.

He throws a pair of shorts and a random shirt he found on the floor at you.

"Go shower!!"

"Mikey-"

"Ya nasty!!!"

You stand dumbfounded.

"GO!!!!!"

...

You slowly walk to the bathroom, staring at him with the most bewildered face on your way out...

As you stand in the bathroom, you look down at the random clothes in your hands.

There's not much else you can do besides shower now you guess??

If you cannot tell already, this is not how you expected this to go...

You turn on the water and begin bathing yourself.

You knew Mikey was the heart of the group and really kind, but you didn't quite anticipate him shoving his way into your grey moody depression arc in the way he did.

He really didn't have to.

But here we are.

As you finish up, you put on the random clothes you were given and dry off your hair.

You feel fresher. Lighter.

As you walk back into your bedroom, you find him chucking clothes from the floor into your hamper.

"Oh puh-lease, like you couldn't benefit from a head start."

"heyheyhey you don't need to do that!!"

You stand awkwardly "Um. Thanks?" You stiffly put your clothes from earlier into the hamper as well.

"Y'know you really don't have to do this for me-"

A slice of pizza is shoved in front of your face.

He smugly smiles. "Look, you've clearly been all huddled up in your room like some hermit for weeks! The least you could do is accept a little bit of help."

You consider this before slowly take the food from Mikey's hand.

"Good!" Leaning on your desk, he grabs a slice for himself and chomps down.

You sit down on your bed and tentatively take a small bite.

The delicate cheesiness of it is beyond your comprehension. The sensation is almost heavenly. With the soft warm crust beneath your fingers and gentle flavor of the toppings.

Your eyes sparkle before you melt and begin to devour it as if you have been a starved animal.

Mikey slides up next you. "Is good right?"

You nod enthusiastically.

He chuckles with a wide grin. "See aren't you glad I came by?" He says, poking your cheek childishly.

Through a half full mouth you reply "To be honest, I kinda freaked out when you said you were coming over at first." You huff out a small laugh at your old reaction.

Mikey gasps. "Whaaaaat? Why freak out about somethin' like that. It's not like this is the first time I dropped by."

Swallowing, you explain yourself a bit, "Well, I guess- I just got nervous cause I couldn't really get myself like, presentable in time? Doing the most basic things seems to take all my time and energy lately. I just- I didn't want to ruin your guys' good time with, all of this." You gesture to yourself and let out a nervous laugh trying to break your tension.

His brows knit together "Ruin our good time? Dude, we wanted you to come cause you're part of the reason why we're havin' a good time. We just like hanging out with you."

"Even if I'm like this?" You huff out a laugh disbelievingly.

"Oh" you say with small smile.

"Yeah!" He glances around the room, then to the pizza, and finally back at you before grinning. "I mean, I'm having a good time right now."

Oh...

Your eyes feel wet.

And you begin to hiccup.

Cmon, not again. I thought we already got this over with.

His eyes widen before they turn to a more sympathetic look. Quickly, he hops on over to your side.

"Wha- hey, why we crying?"

"No- it's relief tears its- um- kinda-" You stumble over your words, embarrassed, "It has been a day."

Abruptly you feel his arms wrap around your frame, squeezing you against his plastron.

"There there. We all have days."

And you can't help yourself but break down even more, finally able to let go. Shakily, you lean into his touch, circling your arms around him.

Why did you even try pushing him away. His sweetness knows no bounds.

"I'm just - I'm frustrated with myself for thinking you'd hate me and be mad at me. And I really really miss you. And I'm just so tired and everything is so hard for no reason. I just feel stupid and useless."

Holding you steady, he gently rubs your back. Dragging his palm up and down along your spine before speaking again.

"Well, it was a little stupid to think I would hate you," He snickers, "But it's ok to be bit dumb sometimes. We all have our moments."

He continues, puffing out his cheeks, "And even if you are feeling useless, that doesn't mean you're any less valuable. You don't gotta be useful all the time. You can just, be."

At his words, you curl up closer against him. And he just lets you. Carefully but firmly holding you, he takes the weight of all your angst and emotional mush as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

And after a few moments pass, your tears finally stop and your breathing slows but you continue to cling onto him.

"Thank you for the pizza." you say in a small voice.

"No prob!"

"And thank you for helping me clean up."

"Of course!"

You pause for a moment before pulling back from him a bit.

"And thank you for getting me out of it. You really are a good life coach."

He belts out a quick laugh "HA! I told you!! I'm a professional, baby." He puts a proud hand to his chest, "You just gotta let me do my job."

You giggle at his antics.

He perks back up, "Speaking of, how about we get you out of this dump for a while. I'm sure everyone would like to hang out with you some too." he moves to stand up.

"As long as it's nothing crazy," You slouch a bit, "which I know can be a tall order for you guys..."

Mikey shrugs "If you ever need to tab out just let me know. I can scream at them to chill or we can even ditch 'em. No biggie." He reaches out his hands to you, offering to lift you up back on your feet.

You take a deep breath. Your thoughts finally simplifying and your body fed, cleaned, and clothed. It really is like he's got some kind of super power to get you here.

Taking his hands in yours, you smile, and you stand up.

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