#but at the time alarms were ringing in my head and I made myself look like a crazy person by just. not saying anything

[maethegay]

Today will be good

A/n: lowkey hate this fr but Inês doesn’t get the recognition she deserves

Warnings: slight explicit maybe idk

“Nesh,” I murmur my head buried in her chest as my hair coverd my face. I practically dug my head into her as I tried to ignore the sound of the ringing alarm.

It was so annoying. I can’t believe we forgot to shut it off last night, now I was up at 8 on an off day. I was so comfortable, Neshy laying bellow me her warm arms holding me to her. She’s so perfect, this is my perfect moment.

“Hmm,” she said still half asleep her arm wrapping around me pulling me closer to her. If there was one thing about Inês it was that anything she couldn’t sleep through she would fake sleep though. Which is what I’m guessing she was doing now to avoid shutting of the alarm even though it was closer to her.

“Neshy the alarm,” I murmur again trying to pull away from her grasp. She groaned slightly pulling me back towards her. I manage to pull away and hear Inês sigh in defeat flopping back onto the bed.

I smile slightly as I reach over her to the night stand and shut off the alarm. I was once again reminded how annoyed I was that we hadn’t shut it off last night. It was the very rare occasion that me and Nesh had the same off day.

Me being busy with volleyball and her with basketball made it very difficult to spend nights together. Though we always made time, usually through face time. But time is time, aye?

I smiled as I laid back down and nuzzled myself back into the comfort of her arms. My roommate Liv was gone for the night, she had gone to visit her boyfriend for the night. Which left me and Inês the dorm. And I definitely wasn’t complaining. Privacy really is a gift.

I sighed softly feeling the warm body of the girl beneath me, her hand gently scratched my back and I listened to the soft sounds of her breathing.

I leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her lips, I watched as the girls lips twitched trying not to become a smile. It was obvious she was trying to pretend to be asleep and failing miserably.

I giggle and reach my hand up to caress her cheek brushing a few of the stray pieces of hair away. I felt her warm face against my hand as she leaned into it, the soft smile melting onto her lips.

“Morning love,” I giggle as she peels her eyes open. She not the most alert person in the morning usually the first 10 minutes of her day was spent annoyed at the fact she was an awake and acting as if she couldn’t move before she became herself again.

She wasn’t really alert at night either. She was definitely the most adorable at night, she was giggly, and kinda of devious to be honest. But when is she not.

My eyes scanned her tired face. She looked so cute. Messy hair from sleeping fell over her face as her tired eyes met mine.

Her hand tipped my chin upwards pulling me to kiss her lips. I quickly kissed back with little hesitation. She rotated from her side to lay on her back, hands resting on my hips forcing me to sit on her lap as I kissed the girl. Again Im not complaining. Definitely not.

I pulled away laying my head on her chest. I sighed as I nuzzled myself into her, her hand resting under my shirt on my back. Her large hand rubbing it softly.

I couldn’t help but think of how soft her hands were against my skin. How the sound of her breathing calmed me. Or the way my heart fluttered as she kissed my head. After half a year of dating it still shocked me how she made me feel.

“I’m tired,” I mutter closing my eyes a drowsy feeling still fogging my mind. Though I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep especially now that I’d woken up Nesh. I hear her scoff and laugh her hand gently squeezing my hip.

“Hey no,” she said her voice thick with sleep making her accent extra strong. “You just woke me up. Going back to sleep is mean.” She said lifting my head to look at her. God she’s actual perfection.

“I know. Im joking.” I laugh as I try my first attempt at getting up. Of course in Nesh’s world that would never be happening.

“No stay here.” She murmured holding my hips gently as she tugged me back. She wasn’t a big as most of her teammates but lord she was strong.

“We gotta get ready. No just rotting in bed all day.” I laugh, I place another kiss on her lips before pulling away and pushing myself of the bed and forced my feet to touch the coarse dorm carpet.

I looked at Inês laying seemingly in defeat a loud sigh leaving her mouth, both arms throw to the side in a cross like position. Her eyes are closed but the peak open slightly as I laugh.

“You’re so dramatic” I laugh, gently hitting her stomach with the sleeve of the hoodie hoodie I was going to pull on.

It was cold in the dorm. It was so much more comfortable when I was laying with Nesh. But I can’t go back on my word, I did know how to get her up though.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower wanna join?” I ask. There was no point in asking really, if she even heard the sound of the shower she’d be there.

And I was right. I heard her feet hit the ground as she dashed over to me a goofy smile on her face. I laughed and walked over to the shower her hands on my hips as she began to lift my shirt.

I turned on the shower and turned to face her, she smiled giddily as she looked at me.

“You’re a dork,” I laugh pulling off my shirt, her eyes instantly glued to my chest and she nodded. “No funny business, ok ma’am?” She nods but didn’t really seem to hear me. Her eyes look back into mine, her brown eyes were blown wide.

“No funny business. You got it baby.” She repeated though I could tell she wasn’t listening in the slightest, her hands glued to my hips as she gently pushed me towards the shower.

I laughed as I pulled off the sleep shorts I had been wearing and flung them across the bathroom. When I looked back up Nesh was squirming out of her own clothes.

“Hurry up,” she huffs at me as she pulls her shirt off, like she isn’t the one still changing. I laugh and step into the shower closing the curtain.

Inês joins me a second later her arms wrapping around my waist as she lazily rests her head on my shoulder. I smile feeling the comfort of her arms as well as the warm water against your skin. After a moment my girlfriend decides to complain.

“Your hogging all the warm water,” she mutters pressing her self against me to ‘get more warm water’

I laugh and turn around wrapping my arms around her and pulling her under the warm water. She looks up at me and smiles.

“Better?” I ask moving her hair from her face. How does this girl always manage to have her hair covering her face. She nods and rests her head on my chest.

My hands gently scratch up and down her back, we stand there for a few minutes until we decide we actually should shower which is much more complicated with two people than movies make it out to be.

Eventually we get out of the shower, both of our skin slightly redder due to the fact I insist the water is too cold unless it’s cranked up all the way.

“You ok?” I ask Inês cupping her cheek. She sat on the bed in her towel seemingly dazed.

“Yeah. I just don’t know how you shower so hot. I’m dying.” She says looking at me with a frazzled expression. I laugh and kiss her head before grabbing some clothes to change into.

I change and decide to hop on TikTok live for a bit while I get ready. It about ten minutes into the live when Inês walks in, she wraps her arms around my waist and buries her head into my neck. I laugh seeing a comment from KK.

“Neshy being whipped per usual 🙄” I smile and laugh at the comment, and looked towards Inês who was practically sleeping in the crook of my neck

“KK says your whipped how do you feel about that?” I ask lifting her head up to see the camera.

“She’s just jealous for real.” She mutters before putting her head back. I laugh and scratch her head gently before going back to doing my make up.

“Nesh they want you to say hi,” I tell her as I read many comments telling her to do so.

“Hi live,” Nesh says lifting her head, she slides out from her spot and goes to sit on the closed toilet to watch from afar. And by afar I mean like 2 feet away.

After a few minutes of her just sitting there I leaned over and kissed her lips. A little bit of the pink lips gloss I had just put on being left on her lips.

“I got some lips gloss on you,” I laugh wiping the corners of her mouth.

“Now we’re both baddies,” She joked smacking her lips together. I smile and walk back over my mirror where my phone was propped up.

“Ok guys so give us recommendations on where we should go for brunch.” I ask as I curl my eyelashes. I watched the comments rolling in.

“How does pancakes sound?” I ask Nesh seeing a comment about a pancake restaurant not too far from campus.

“Mmm no I want somthing not sweet,” she says. I nod and continue scrolling through the comments.

“Biscuit place?” I say turning to her. Me personally I could never say no to a breakfast sandwich on fresh biscuits and I knew Nesh couldn’t either. I look over to see her nodding and smiling at me.

“Sounds perfect.” She says standing up and wrapping her arms around my waist again. I decided now would be a good time to end the live.

The second it ended Inês had her lips on my on my neck. I smiled feeling the soft kisses on my skin. Today would be a good day.

#ines bettencourt #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers #kk arnold #nika muhl #inês bettencourt

[casdeans-pie]

So when I was at Liverpool comic con I bought a Castiel print and a Dean print from the same artist and I love them

When she haded them over to me she was like 'devoted brothers or intense lovers, depending on your view' and I was so busy playing 4d chess with what I was going to say back (should I be honest and risk ridicule??) that I just stood there silently like 🧍‍♂️ then just squeaked a thank you as I slinked away. scream

#it was so silly but I was so nervous that they might be anti destiel #and then theyd idek be like ugh I dont want to sell you these prints anymore or something #I have trust issues when it comes to revealing my ships before I know if the other person isnt going to be weird about it #and looking back now Im sure she would have been fine with that #she seemed lovely #but at the time alarms were ringing in my head and I made myself look like a crazy person by just. not saying anything #mm my capacity to mess up regular human interactions surprises me on a daily basis #pie says stuff #LCC adventures

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Dj Got Us Fallin' In Love

content: leo valdez x daughter of apollo! reader warning: language, cringey ass songs for humor, kissing (ewwwwww major ick bro wtf barfing as we speak-) author's note: see this is what happens when I try to take a break from writing…I end of writing. I am not ashamed, I’m just a girl in the world who has homework she should do but instead wrong fanfics 🤪🤪🤪 ANYWAYS this is so painfully sad at times but also really funny in my opinion. Also I will not accept negative judgement on the songs I didn’t have brain power to super customize them so this is what we get.

y/n was sick of the fighting. they’d all been on the argo ii together for far too long and it came out in petty fights and arguments. y/n was willing to leave it alone until frank, who managed to be the only person to stay out of the petty fights, got pulled into an argument with piper over socks…yeah, socks, you heard me right. to say the daughter of apollo was on the verge of pulling her hair out would be a lie, based on the clumps of hair that went down the drain of her shower. she was going to fix this and she knew just how to do that.

“hey, leo, where’s the speaker you made a few weeks ago?” she asked, peeking her head into the engine room. without looking at her or saying anything, he jabbed his finger towards the corner, where the bronze speaker was nuzzled. she frowned but went and picked it up. y/n went to leave but stopped at the door, turning towards the boy who still had yet to say anything or look at her.

“leo-”

“y/n, i really don’t want to snap at you right now but i am not in the mood. like, at all. leave…please,” he huffed out before forcing his words to sound calmer and not so snipped. he wasn’t lying, he really didn’t want to be mad at her too.

“okay, okay, i get it,” y/n whispered back, leaving like he asked. as she walked away, she felt all that much more confident in her decision. now leo, the boy that’s her best friend (and crush but shh lets not talk about that), was getting pissy with her too? nope, all this pettiness was ending tonight.

Following another awkward dinner, with people bitterly asking for the passing of salt or pepper, y/n volunteered for the first night shift. no one argued - at least not with her anyways. there were definitely snide comments made to others as they went to their rooms. maybe an hour had passed since the hellish dinner before alarms started ringing through the boat, a sure sign that something was happening on the deck. where y/n was…alone. everyone scrambled out of their rooms, still in their pajamas and raced up the stairs. leo went to the helm, turning the alarms off and frowning at the lack of a daughter of apollo.

“where’s y/n?” he asked, worry and panic growing in the pit of his stomach at the lack of response. “hey, where’s y/n-”

so we back in the club with our bodies rockin' from side to side side, side to side, uh

“is- is that ‘dj got us fallin in love’ by usher?” percy asked as the music blared from somewhere, everyone confused as the pounding club music continued to play.

“i’m sick of the all fighting. absolutely sick of it. it’s over the pettiest shit and there is no point in it. so, i’m fixing it. right here, right now,” the daughter of apollo called, appearing from behind a pole and approaching the group. leo huffed, glaring at the girl for freaking him out. Though, he couldn’t stop the smile from taking over his lips at the thought that she figured to fix the group dynamic with usher.

“we’re dancing out all this bad energy. if my dad was right about anything, it’s music. c’mon,” she mused, smiling at the group, which didn’t budge. if anything, the seven pajama-clad demigods moved closer together to form a barricade of non-dancing people. at least it was the most unifying thing they'd done in weeks.

“fine. i’ll dance by myself. you’ll all break eventually,” the daughter of apollo hummed, a knowing smirk on her face as she moved in front of them. leo took one look at her face and knew within thirty minutes they’d all be dancing. but he refused to be the first one to break. the ruthless mocking from piper over his crush was not worth it.

“let me remind you all, you’ve all told me your favorite songs, those cringy songs that you love that you don’t want people to know you love. those songs that just, oh, i dunno, make you dance,” she taunted, giving them all one last chance to give in. the group shared a nervous glance but still didn't budge.

"have it your way," the girl added in a sing-songy voice, bouncing over to the speaker and hiding what song she picked next until it played loudly for all of them.

it's so crazy right now most incredibly, it's ya girl, b (yes) it's ya boy, young you ready? uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no (ow)

"shit."

leo heard it from somewhere to his left but couldn't exactly pinpoint who said it. everyone was glancing around as y/n subtly dancing in front of them, not yet pointing out who it was. she had this way of dancing casually but leo was hypnotized, his knee jerking to join her but he held strong.

"when i talk to my friends so quietly. who he think he is? look at what you did to me. tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress. if you ain't there, ain't nobody else to impress," y/n sang along, making a face as she mixed up some of the lyrics. but, leo knew she never missed lyrics and that it was all a ploy to-

"those aren't the words!" annabeth huffed before slapping a hand over her lips, realizing she'd completely outed herself. laughs flew through the group as she shrugged her shoulders before pushing her way out of the group with a smile, joining the daughter of apollo with a giggle. now it was the two of them, dancing sloppily and laughing. leo figured the lovestruck look on percy's face matched his own.

"one down, six more to go!" y/n cheered as she moved to change the song once more, putting a few on queue before joining annabeth to just wiggle about while they waited.

i hopped off the plane at lax with a dream and my cardigan welcome to the land of fame excess (woah) am i gonna fit in?

"oh, gods."

leo knew who it was this time, smirking as he looked over at piper, who nervously glanced up at leo before subtly shoving him away. y/n and annabeth were going crazy by themselves, dancing themselves out of the breath. during the second verse, they approached the daughter of aphrodite, who finally gave in with a laugh and joined the other two girls. during the chorus, when they'd 'move their hips,' leo had to look away every time, in fear he'd have a, er...problem down under. if you get what I mean.

now, with two down, the group was growing more casual. there was the tapping of feet and the sharing of jokes. all bitterness was gone, people who would have slit each others throats fifteen minutes ago now best buds again. before leo could think about it more, the song changed again.

yeah, i'm out that brooklyn, now i'm down in tribeca right next to de niro, but i’ll be hood forever i’m the new sinatra, and since i made it here i can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere i used to cop in harlem – hola, my dominicanos (dinero!)

"that's me, i have no shame!" percy instant cheered, breaking formation and joining the girls. they laughed at him, happily bringing him into the group and then trying to coordinate a dance but it simply wasn't working.

"you should have some shame!" leo called back and percy shot him a glare as he spun annabeth around.

"we haven't heard yours yet, repair boy, we'll see who should be ashamed."

an hour ago and that sentence would have sent leo into a fireball of rage but partnered with the good vibes and the son of the sea gods smile, leo couldn't help but laugh.

kelly, can you handle this? michelle, can you handle this? beyoncé, can you handle this? i don't think they can handle this!

out of the corner of his eye, he saw frank hang his head as a blush settled over his cheeks. hazel looked up at him with an amused smile, clearly in on the joke. frank just shook his head and moved forwards, cheers coming from the dancing group. leo caught y/n's eyes, shaking his head at her. she just smiled brightly at him before piper spun her, forcing her eyes off the boy.

it's hot in, so hot in here so hot in… (ah) oh! want a little bit of (uh, uh), and a little bit of (uh, uh) just a little bit of, just a little bit of just a little bit of, just a little bit of i was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious (Uh)

leo laughed, shaking his head as the remaining people, jason and hazel, instantly darted their eyes to the boy. y/n dancing towards him, holding her hands out as she mouthed along to the words, the group dancing behind her. he shook his head more but took her hand, instantly spinning the girl and allowing her to pull him into the near mosh pit. she was basically attached him at the hip now, her hips occasionally grazing his in rhythm with the song, causing the boy to glare down at her cheekily smiling face.

no clouds in my stones let it rain, i hydroplane in the bank comin' down like the dow jones when the clouds come, we gone we roc-a-fella we fly higher than weather In g5's or better

"I like how it sounds," hazel justified as she moved into the group, y/n abandoning leo for a moment to swish and swing with the daugther of pluto for a while. jason was the last man standing, his arms crossed as he stared at the group with a small smile, all eyes on him.

"you wanna just join now, jase?" y/n offered, holding her hand out to jason only to be met with shouts of objection.

"no, no. we all had to reveal our songs, he has to, too," leo argued, taking the girl's free hand and spinning her around and back into his chest. she offered jason an embarrassed look but he just waved her off with his smile steady.

ask for money and get advice, huh ask for advice, get money twice, huh i'm from the dirty, huh, but that chico nice, ha y'all call it a moment, i call it a life one day while my light is glowin' i’ll be in my castle golden but until the gates are open i just wanna feel this moment

the whole group burst out with laughs as jason proudly waltzed his way into the mosh pit. now the music didn't matter anymore, just that they were dancing around with their friends. leo had the vague thought that this must be what prom feels like but he didn't think any of them would find out. then, ribs by lorde started to play; y/n's pick. it was a lot slower, everyone stopping to catch their breath. no one talked yet though, still enjoying the atmosphere of just dancing it out. of just being teens for the first time in...who knows how long.

slowly, as the song went on, the mosh pit started moshing again. it was just such a relatable song to them; these eight kids with the weight of the world on their shoulders, most of them for the second time. of course they just wanted to be kids again, or for the first time. the guys pretended not to notice the tears in the girl's eyes while they danced and they tried to pretend they didn't get misty eyed too.

this dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets and i've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old

i want 'em back, i want 'em back the minds we had, the minds we had how all the thoughts, how all the thoughts moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads

leo caught y/n's eyes over the dancing group, the two of them unable to pull their eyes off the other as the lyrics blared into their ears. and in that moment, jumping up and down with some of his most favorite people in the world and looking the girl he loved in the eyes, he fell a little bit more in love with the world. but more importantly, he fell more in love with her. this bubbly sunshine girl who managed to save the group from fighting themselves to death with usher.

without a second thought, he weaved his way through the group and grabbed hold of y/n, causing her to look up at him, sweaty and out of breath and with frizzy hair but a smile nonetheless. he gripped her waist before cupping her face and leaning down, smashing his lips into hers as the beat dropped. that was accidently but it felt more magical then anything. y/n's arms instantly draped over his shoulders, one of them going to rest against his chest.

and leo didn't care about the cheers from their friends or about the fact that this would end tonight and when the sun rose they’d be back to world savers instead of teens. all he cared about was her and her lips. he smiled as he pulled back, his sweaty forehead resting against hers, the girl's smile brighter than her father's sun. and it was more than enough for him.

the minds we had, the minds we had it's not enough to feel the lack i want 'em back, i want 'em back, i want 'em you're the only friend i need (you're the only friend i need) sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids) and laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough) but that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)

author’s note cont. : tbh, cried a little. They’re just kids. Like, literally children. Let them be kids THEYVE EARNED IT GOOD LORD BABY JESUS-

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #pjo #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #jason grace #piper mclean #hazel levesque #frank zhang #annabeth chase

[thefantasyden]

Can't Help Myself

Pairing: Han + AFAB Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: DUB CON, Filthy dirty talk, degradation, force, manhandling, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE!

Words: 1602

Summary: Your dearest friend Jisung comes home to see you waiting for him half naked, and he just can’t control himself.

Authors note: I made sure to include the aftercare in this one, and overall, I just love this. Add it to my list of self-indulgent delights.

It’s not his fault.

What did you expect him to do, really? It’s not like he had planned to do this! Jisung had been so excited to come and binge watch some slightly cringey Thai dramas and that was absolutely all he had been looking forward to. At least, it was until he saw you.

You were spread out on his bed, sheets wrinkled where you laid on your tummy, legs slightly spread as you giggled at whatever had been holding your attention. You hadn’t even attempted to cover up, and the big shirt you were wearing had ridden up to your hips, your underwear on full display, barely covering your ass.

Your ass. Jesus Christ, he has never seen something so glorious in his life. It’s so perfectly round and it’s right there laying in front of him like an apple ripe for picking. Who could ever blame him for taking such an opportunity?

You weren’t alarmed at first. It felt perfectly normal when he climbed on to the bed, situating himself so that he was comfortably sitting on the thickest part of your thighs. It was perfectly normal, and you often would do the same thing to him, so why should it be weird?

You didn’t even question when his hand rubbed at your back over your shirt, taking it as a perfectly harmless display of affection from your very best friend. Your sweet, silly best friend.

The alarm bells don’t start ringing in your head until you feel his hands sliding lower, suddenly gripping your ass with a strength that almost hurt. You’re about to question what he was doing when you feel something pressing between your thighs, confusion flooding you, mixing with a strange new kind of concern that you’re sure you had never felt with him. What was he doing?!

You want to turn around to look at him, but his palm is pressing firmly between your shoulder blades the second he feels you moving, a growl leaving his throat as you realise the movement between your thighs is his cock which is now grinding purposefully against you, his weight pressing down harder against you.

“You look so good lying on my bed like this.” He moans out, fidgeting on top of you, his free hand struggling with his zipper until he’s managed to get it down, immediately freeing his cock from his pants. He can’t help but stare in awe as it sits against the pretty heart pattern of your underwear.

“What am I supposed to do when you’re spread out like this? You're laying here ready to be taken.”

There’s no chance for you to responsd, the palm against your back moving to lock in your hair when he hears you open your mouth, your face shoved in to the pillow that you had previously been using to prop yourself up.

“I don’t know what the fuck you expect.” He mumbles out, his focus captured by the view of his cock against your skin as he tugs your underwear to the side. Your pussy is glistening already and he wastes no time in dragging his tip through your dripping folds, groaning with a certain roughness that you have never heard from him before. It was something strange, something feral and you would be lying if you tried to say you couldn’t feel your pussy clench in response.

“You shouldn’t be lying on my bed half naked like a fucking slut if you don’t want me to do something about it.”

You’re ashamed of the moan that forces its way out of your throat when you feel his cock breaching your cunt, your walls gripping him tight as he forces himself to the hilt inside of you. His hand has lost its grip of your hair in favour of returning to it’s spot between your shoulder while his other hand manoeuvres you by your hips, wrapping beneath them and pulling you up until you figure out what he wants, you ass arching up in the air. He could come from the sight alone, your cunt swallowing his cock and your ass on display for him. It’s the closest to heaven that he thinks he could ever get.

He’s never been a man of patience, and that’s clear as he sets a brutal pace from the start, thrusting as hard as he sees fit as he pounds into your pretty pussy, the slick sound of your wetness covering both of your thighs as his hips meet your ass fills the room and it’s becoming impossible not to lose yourself when you can feel the way the tip of his cock digs in to your gspot with every thrust, the slight burn of your pussy being forced to accommodate him only adding to the pleasure that fills you with embarrassment. It shouldn’t feel this good. But it does.

“You like it, don’t you?” He growls, landing a firm slap to your ass cheek, a proud smirk gracing his features when he sees the burning red outline of his hand springing up against your skin. “You filthy little thing. You like having me force myself on you? Huh? You want me to use you like some worthless fleshlight?”

You’re trying to hard to muffle your moans and he simply can’t allow that. The way you’re trying to hide from him only serves to piss him off, practically forcing his hand when he tugs your hands behind your back, using his grip on your wrists as leverage to pull you back toward him so that you have no hope of hiding the sinful, untameable moans and whimpers that flood the room with the sweetest melody.

“I fucking own you. This pretty cunt belongs to me, yeah? Gonna use it whenever the fuck I want.”

You can barely hear him at this point, the blood pounding in your ears as he fucks you within an inch of your life, your orgasm rapidly approaching. He can’t explain how proud he is to see your falling apart, melting into a pliant little puddle as he destroys you.

“Say it. Tell me I fucking own you.”

“You own me!” It’s almost a scream when it leaves you lips, his teeth digging in to the sensitive skin on your neck almost hard enough to have you feeling like you might cry.

“That’s it baby. I’m almost done, I promise. I know it hurts. Such a brave little thing for me.” He coos at you in the most mocking tone he can manage considering how laboured his breathing is, his own moans fighting to interrupt every word as your walls flutter around him.

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll let you go.”

You’re not trying to obey him. You don’t want to do what he says, but you can’t stop your high from hitting and your reaction happens so fast that it’s obedience whether you like it or not.

“That’s it. Milk my cock baby. You want my cum, huh? Want me to fill you?”

You’re trying to shake your head in response, but he quickly shoves two of his fingers into your mouth and you’re helpless to his whims.

It doesn’t take much longer before his cock is pulsing inside of you, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy and dripping out around his cock as he offers a few more shallow thrust before pushing you down to lay flat on the bed, his weight dropping on top of you.

“Too fucking bad if you don’t. You’re mine, and I get to do whatever I want to you.”

There’s a full 8 minutes of you both huffing and puffing, your body completely spent when he finally climbs off of you, shuffling toward his drawers quickly before he returns with a pack of baby wipes and a small bottle of water, a hand stroking your hair as the other grabs wipes from the pack to clean the mess between your legs and across your thighs as best as he can. He knows you’ll have to shower properly eventually, but he won’t make you worry about that now.

“Baby?” He calls gently, your mind still too fuzzy to respond to him just yet.

He presses a sweet kiss to your temple, adjusting you so that you’re laying on your side, your favourite plush hamster being shoved into your arms. He can’t help but ‘aw’ when you nuzzle your face against it, enjoying the feeling of the soft material against your sensitive cheek. He really does think you’re the prettiest thing in the world.

“Baby, are you okay? Was that too much?” The worry in his voice is the only thing that draws you from your dreamscape, a quiet hum meeting his ears. He sighs in relief, opening the water for you and holding it up to your mouth, his hand cupped beneath the opening to stop it from spilling on to you as you take tiny sips until he’s satisfied.

“Was fun.” You whisper, reaching out to him and giggling softly as he lays beside you, pulling you into his arms and throwing a leg over you before he tugs the covers up, shielding your bare legs from the sharp chill that’s beginning to spread in the room.

“You did so good baby. Took me so well.” He keeps pressing kisses to your face, his fingers kneading at your aching arms. He’d make sure to book you a spa day tomorrow to treat you after all your hard work.

“This is why you’re my best friend.” You say with a laugh. “You always give me the good dick.”

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[xveenusx]

Love

Paring(s): rafe cameron x fem!reader

Summary: in which two people come to terms with how dangerous their love is, but it's impossible to leave.

Author's note: Rafe on his knees is sending me. This is part two to Hate and is complete angst because I like to hurt my own feelings. ALSO, the GIFS depict exactly what's going to happen in this peice to help you visualize it better :)

Rating: ANGSTY, but kind of a good ending but not really bc they are horrible for each other

Warnings: v toxic relationship

Part 1: Hate

━━ ★ Masterlist

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Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

My head hung against the cool tile in the shower, water pounding against my body as I fought against the urge to succumb to my pain.

You won't ever be over me

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Yet, it didn't work. I couldn't block out his words as they pistoled into my mind again and again. Slapping my hand against the tile, I groaned out loud and rubbed my eyes.

Memories of my mistake continue to stampede over every coherent thought I could form. It was embarrassing how easily I gave into him, but when he touched me, all sense went out the window.

He was the chink in my armor, because when he loved me, I mean really loved me, the sun shined brighter and the world went into focus. He could ask me anything and I would have told him in a heart beat. There was just this sense of security that finally gave me the ability to be myself. I felt like I was safe and solid ground for the first time in my life.

But as time went on, there were small slip ups that caught my attention. The hushed meetings with his father, his eagerness to be around my friends, the constant Q and A about gold.

I pushed passed the alarm bells ringing in my head because I didn’t want it to end. I caught him in lie after lie which always ended in a screaming match. I’d storm away but it always ended in us finding our way back to each other. Always.

Maybe it’s wrong to say this, but I was relieved that he needed me just as bad as I needed him. He couldn’t seem to leave me alone either.

The longer we were together, I couldn’t help but begin to question why he was really with me. The idea of there being an ulterior motive for loving me paralyzed me with fear.

Because, if that was true, I didn't think I'd survive it.

So like a junkie, in every sense of the word, I gave into the drug that was Rafe Cameron and gave him anything he wanted. I became an entirely different person that I didn't recognize.

I was so desperate to be loved by him that it almost killed me.

A familiar burning behind my eyes made me smile in irony. Tears usually accompanied anything that involved Rafe.

I slowly slid down the shower wall, bringing my knees to my chest, and set my chin on top. Closing my eyes, I attempted to focus on the pounding of the water but despite the noise, it couldn’t overpower the noise in my head.

Detoxing was nearly impossible. I'd take another dose, and then another, but when the high eventually wore of—because it always did—this is what was left:

A shell of me withered down in self loathing.

I hate you.

No, you don't.

The water eventually turned cold but I refused to move from my spot on the floor. I just couldn't face him, not yet.

It hurt to fucking look at him.

A fist pounded on the bathroom door but I chose to ignore it. I shivered slightly at the ice cold water but preferred this biting pain over what awaited me on the other side of that door.

"Open the door."

I turned my head away from the door and instead rested my cheek on the top of my knee and stared at the wall.

"I'm not fucking kidding. Open the door, why is this shit locked anyway?"

I rolled my eyes. The dramatics were unmatched.

"Go away." I croaked out, hoping for once in his god damn life that he listened. "I swear to god."

"I'm shaking in my boots, babe."

Jesus Christ.

"Rafe-"

"I can hear you crying from out here."

That shut me up. I thought I was being discreet. "I'm fine. Please go away."

He pounded on the door again. "Do you really think a locked door is gonna stop me?."

My eyes closed briefly at his words. The organ in my chest that refused to listen to reason began to beat a little harder.

"Rafe, please. I need a minute." My voice cracked at the end of my plea.

It was quiet for a few moments before I heard his feet shuffle away. I relaxed in relief at his departure and lifted my head directly under the water, hoping it will clear my mind.

"Fuck this." Was all I heard before a sharp crack echoed and the door busted open.

My gaze found his and it took all my strength to not shrink under his gaze. I'm sure I was a sight for sore eyes, curled up on the floor of the shower shivering.

Rafe let out a distressed noise before moving towards me but I scooted back, throwing my palm up. “Stop.”

He stopped in his tracks with narrowed eyes. “You have about five seconds.”

“Boundaries. We need boundaries.”

“Boundaries?” He repeated slowly, making it seem like the term was foreign to him. “What the fuck for?”

“Because I need a moment. Let me cry in peace.”

Rafe nodded his head and relief let me drop my shoulders.

“Well, I’m not leaving you alone when you cry, there, that’s my boundary.”

I open my mouth and close it. He couldn’t be serious?

He shut off the water while letting out a string of curses as he took in my shivering figure. Yanking a towel off the rack, I'm suddenly enveloped in warmth as he wrapped the towel around my body and picked me up.

His scent lured me in like an old friend. Exhaustion weighed on me heavily so I gave in yet again.

I shoved my face into his neck enjoying the warmth his body provided and the shivering slowly subsided. Rafe said nothing as he set me on the edge of the bed and softly began to dry me.

He was gentle despite the severe expression he wore.

“We should probably talk.” He uttered, running the towel along my legs.

I shook my head, the desire to sleep was overwhelming.

Rafe paused. “I can already feel you pulling back from me.”

He knew me all too well.

Arguing him was pointless. We’d both end up with our voices gone and nothing solved.

“I can’t do this with you right now. I just want this day to be over.” I spoke quietly, fiddling with my fingers.

Rafe doesn’t answer me, instead he grabs some satin set and slowly started to dress me. Lifting my arms, he pulled the thin tank over my head before kneeling down and doing the same with the bottoms.

It was moments like this that almost made me cave. Rafe Cameron, of figure eight, heir to a real estate empire, was down on his knees for a Pogue.

Pressing a gentle kiss to my inner knee, he stood up, towering over me with his hand cupping my face. His face was the picture of relaxed despite our current kidnapping, but I knew it was solely because we were together.

“This can’t happen again.” The words were out of my mouth in seconds.

He just smiled, humming softly to himself as he continued to stare.

So I tried again. “You can sleep on the floor.”

That made the smile drop fast.

“You want me to sleep on the floor?”

“Yes.”

“Like the actual floor?” Rafe asked slowly, his gaze moving down to the hard wooden floor in distaste.

“The fucking floor, Rafe.”

His eyes narrowed at my tone, “Why?”

“Because I said so.” Because, my panties will be off in seconds.

“Try again. I’ll argue with you all night until you tell me why.”

“Does this not hurt you as much as it hurts me? Looking at you fucking kills me.”

“I’m going to marry you. It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow. But I will marry you," He said the words so nonchalantly, you would think he was discussing the weather, "So no, it doesn’t hurt me to look at you, to be around you, because I know this is never going to end. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you."

I waited, for what seemed like forever, to hear him say these words. Yet, now that he did, I simply didn't believe it. Too much has happened. His words no longer held the weight that they used to and for a brief moment I felt a twisted sense of relief because that meant I was one step closer to being free of the shackles that chained me to him.

My brows furrowed as I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out.

I shook my head and crawled towards the front of the bed, tugging the sheets down and burrowing myself into a cocoon. "Go to sleep, Rafe."

He muttered something under his breath as he walked over to the makeshift bed on the floor. I heared some shuffling before a heavy sigh echoed in our room and I knew he finally settled.

It was for the best. My sanity needed to remain intact and this was the only way. That didn't stop me from missing the warm embrace of his body that always lulled me to sleep.

Rolling onto my side, I peaked over the side of the bed and saw his head already turned in my direction. A faint smirk tugged at the coner of his lips and his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"You still want me on the floor?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes." No.

Rafe let out a chuckle before silence enveloped us and the only thing I could hear was the sound of our steady breathing. All trace of humor left his face and we stared at each other, his eyes never leaving mine. It almost appeared like he was commiting my face to memory.

"You're safe. You can go to sleep," Rafe murmured, "I won't let anything happen to you."

A familar rush of affection slammed into my chest and I forced myself to break eye contact first. I couldn't let him see the expression that adorned my face. He was embedded deeply into my soul.

"I-" I love you.

Rafe cut me off, "I know."

Curled on my side with the sheets pulled up to my neck, I closed my eyes and whispered painfully, "I wish I didn't."

I could feel his gaze burning holes into my back, but I knew better than to turn around. Sleep, I told myself, everything will be better tomorrow.

Minutes passed and I knew he wasn't going to answer.

"I know that too." Was all I heard before I embraced the darkness with open arms.

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Disoriented.

That's how I woke up. My eyes felt heavy and my head drummed against my skull. This pain comparable to only being severely hungover. Yet, I barley had anything at all. It was simply the Rafe effect, also known as extreme emotional distress.

I rubbed the sleepiness from eyes while my mind betrayed me with replays of the last 24 hours. Peering over the edge of the bed, Rafe is sprawled out awkwardly on the ground sleeping. His bare chest slowly rising up and down, his necklace gleaming from the morning light that seeped into the room.

It hurt to look at him, but when I looked away, it hurt even more. The fear of forgetting what he looked like or how he sounded when he laughed consumed me. What if everything faded?

Love and hate were more similar than one would think.

As if sensing I was was awake, Rafe shifted onto his side and opened his eyes slowly. I watched as his eyes took in our surroundings before last 24 hours finally hit him.

Instantly, his eyes find mine and his body relaxes, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

He got up from his spot on the floor and made his way over to me. Sleepiness still present in his eyes, but his face was content. The bed dips and a warm hand pushed my hair out of my eyes before tracing my nose then the outline of my lips.

"Good morning." The low raspy timber of his voice had me clenching my thighs together.

I allowed myself these few seconds to bask under the glow of his attention. Swallowing down the lump in my throat at what I'm about to do, I steel the storm of emotions that brew inside me.

Moving my face out of his grasp, I shifted my body into a sitting positon, placing a slight distance between us. "I meant what I said last night. This will not happen again."

The words burned coming out my mouth.

"Can we just skip this part?"

I shot him a blank look. "What part?"

He heaves out a sigh, his large hand rubbing against his buzzed head. "Aren't you tired?"

Did he hit his head? Confused filled me as I glanced at the unmade bed. "Tired? I just slept-"

Rafe barked out a bitter laugh. "Of running. Aren't you tired of running?"

My fingers gripped my satin top in an attempt to control my anger. He would choose this exact moment to bait me. Maybe six months ago I would have taken the bait, but I was drained.

He always chose the hard way.

"Really? You want to have this conversation now?" Keep calm. Breathe.

Rafe searched my face with a serious expression, then his lips tipped. "I don't know if you remember, but we have all the time in the world."

I rolled my eyes. Despite my very weak attemps at pushing him away, Rafe never seemed discouraged. He only appeared mildly annoyed at my desperate attempts to kick him out of my life.

"You're about 6 months late on your right to have this conversation. Now, get off of my bed." I tried to shove him off. Nothing.

Blue eyes narrowed. Good, I hope he was mad. He'll finally understand what it was like to be me the past couple months.

"If you're trying to piss me off, it's working. So stop." Was all he said, with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Stop doing what, Rafe? There is nothing left to talk about."

"Stop acting like you don't care."

Rafe's determined attitude was exhausting.

And somehow, despite everything, I still felt myself drawn to him, even after how poorly he's treated me.

"Acting like I don't care is all I have left." My stomach tightened at my honesty.

His cold blue eyes grew distant, clearly not liking my truth.

"You have me."

The conviction in his voice would make anyone believe him, but I wasn't going to fall for his pretty words again, no matter how badly I wished they were true.

"No, I don't. I never did so this entire conversation is pointless." I stated a matter-of-factly. "Do yourself a favor and walk away."

Clicking his tongue, Rafe shook his head at me. "There you go again, telling me what I can and cannot do."

I had to hurt him to just get the distance I needed. He'd leave me alone if I hurt him.

"What are you gonna do? Tell your dad on me?" The minute the words flew out of my mouth, I regretted them.

Artic eyes narrowed into slits and his entire demeanor shifted, his shoulders tense and face hard. "Don't talk about him."

"Got daddy issues, do you?" My mouth would not stop.

I could see that I was successfully hitting my target, but it only made my heart ache. It needed to be done though.

Rafe's expression shut off, a familiar cold look settling in his eyes. "Tread fucking lightly."

My heart thudded dangerously as I debated my next words. "I might not hate you today or tomorrow, but I will hate you. Because, hating you is better than loving you."

The words tasted like vinegar coming out of my mouth, but they had their desired effect.

Agony briefly flickers on his face, but he schooled his expression. His eyes seemed to bore through me, our stare off so intense, that I had to look away.

If I believed he could change, even if there was a slight chance, then I would have fought for us. But, I knew him like the back of my hand and Rafe was who he was—unapologetically. I didn't have any fight left.

"I know what you're doing." His voice trembled, dark and on the verge of breaking.

I closed my eyes in defeat. Of course he did. I couldn't even hurt him without him seeing straight through me.

"You want to make me the bad guy? Fine. I'm the bad guy, bad Rafe Cameron. But don't pretend for one second that I'm not under your skin just as bad."

"You are, you are and it's exhausting," I grimaced. "Does knowing that make you feel better?"

"Yes, it does because I'm not the only one feeling like this."

My throat clogged. "How much longer can we keep doing this?"

"As long as it takes for you to give in." Rafe stroked a strand of hair behind my ear, the clouds of his eyes gleaming with twisted adortion.

Frustration bubbled up the surface. He was relentless in his pursuit, not caring if he hurt me in the process. As long as I was his, nothing else matterd, even my pain.

"This isn't a game. I am not a game." I stated harshly, shoving his hand away. "I'm a person--a person who has feelings."

His expression reamined unreadable. "A person with feelings for me."

I was losing. Badly. Talking to Rafe was like talking to a brick wall.

"I've had to put myself together three times, Rafe. Three times!" I screamed, my voice cracking in despair. "Each time harder than the last."

"I finally glued myself together again and you're already pulling away the pieces. For how long am I yours this time? A week?" I pushed. "A month?"

"You've moved on before so do it again. Let me do the same." I cleared my throat to push back tears.

"You think I haven't tried?" He asked incrediously, throwing his hands up in the air in utter disbelief.

Rafe stalked over to me, his eyes brewing with anger as he pointed to the veins in his arms. "You're in so deep, I can't get you out of my system."

I knew the feeling all too well. I am not going to cry.

"'You're right here. Right fucking here and you won't go away." He reached for my hand and placed it directly on his heart which pounded wildy under my touch.

My resolve was breaking and my previous anger easing away like a silent wave. He didn't have any peace either.

The heavy weight on my chest had me leaning forward, resting my forehead against his pec, my hand still in his grasp, pressed tightly against his heart.

"Loving you almost ruined my life." Rafe was a cliff. One that I threw myself over again and again, expecting to fly only to be met with cold hard concrete.

"Again with the meladrama?" Spell broken once more. Another peice being peeled away from me.

A joke, this was all a joke to him.

"You're not listening to me. You never listen to me." I shouted directly into his face, pointing to myself, needing him to finally fucking see me.

Tears finally fell from my eyes as I stared at him with pathetic hoplessness.

"How is what I did any worse than what you did?" The world stopped spinning as his words hit my chest. Something inside me broke.

I shook my head in utter diesbelief at his words. I pushed to my feet, my hands collided with his chest as I shoved him with all my strength.

I headed straight towards the bedroom door, slamming my fists against the door in an attempt to get the guards attention. I was slowly suffocating in this room. He always managed to do this to me.

I should've known better. I mean really known better. Rafe was a mindfuck.

"Run away one more time and I swear to god-" Rafe advaced toward me, his hands reaching out for me.

No, he needed to keep his hands to himself.

"Don't talk to me." I spat, holding my hand up. Facing the door once again, I pound several more times with no response before accepting defeat.

Slumping against the door with my forehead resting against the cool wood, I pleaded, "I can't be in here any more. I just can't."

Once again, no answer.

"We're talking about this. You don't get to avoid this conversation anymore."

"Want to try that again-stop!" Rafe bent down and tossed my body over his shoulder. Anger burned through my veins as I struggled against his grip, but it did nothing to deeter him as he stalked us over to the bed.

Dropping my body roughly on the bed, he towered over me and met my gaze, warning clear in his eyes.

Swallowing my pride, I dug my nails into the soft flesh of my palms. "You can't compare our actions. They aren't even on the same playing field, Rafe,"

"I can and I am comparing them, because believe it or not baby, it's the same damn thing."

Rafe was standing directly in front of me, his large thighs caging my dainty figure in. My chest heaved up and down in anger.

"Is that what you tell yourself so you don't have to deal with the fact that you're a shitty person? I'm not listening to this." My gaze was frantic as I tried to figure out an escape plan.

"I've clearly been too nice. You don't have a fucking choice. "

"Rafe, stop it."

"No, you stop it. Why are you acting like you expected me to be a nice guy? I'm not and never will be. So, you're going to sit here and listen to what I have to say." He tone harsh and unnegotiable, grasping my chin in between his fingers.

I glared, meeting his harshness with mine. Fingers threaded into my hair as he forced my head back to stare at him.

"You knew exactly who I was when you met me. You saw the good, bad, and the ugly and still chose to fucking love me," He snarled, his hand slammed against his chest, "to love me."

Oh god. Was he right? He was.

"Then you leave me for being who you fell in love with?" Rafe's body was shaking as he jerked my head back towards his face when I tried to look away. "Knowing who I am and loving me anyway, just for you to walk away. Am I that easy to walk away from? "

His gaze was expectant but he already knew the answer. No, he wasn't easy to walk away from. It almost killed me each and every time.

"No." I answered, my voice so low it came out as a whisper.

"How is that any more cruel than what I did to you?" I couldn't answer becuase he was right. My heart bled at this point as I tried to scramble some coherent thought. I wanted to say something, anything to counter his statements but fell short.

A sob caught the back of my throat.

"So get the fuck off your high horse. I beat up Pope on figure 8 and guess who kept my bed warm after that?" He mused, his fingers brushing against my knees forcing them open more. "I shot and killed Sheriff Peterkin and you consoled me."

I gulped for air but it seemed like nothing was reaching my lungs. He was right. We were so inextricably linked that his darkness became my own. It was so easy for me to excuse all of his horrible actions simply because I love him.

The laugh he let out sent shivers down my spine. "Fuck, I almost drowned Sarah and you still opened your legs for me. Still loved me, didn't you?"

Horror filled every cell in body. I curled my arms into myself as pain slashed through my heart while my hands and arms shook.

"So which one of us is really fucked up?" Me. Him. Both.

Rafe pulled his lip into his mouth as he regarded me with dark eyes. Leaning over me, he brought his mouth to my ear, the ghost of his breath causing shivers to wrack down my spine. "The answer is between your legs."

I stopped breathing. Wetness seeped onto the silk bottoms leaving an obvious stain on my pants. I tried to close my legs, but Rafe let out a little tisk.

I thought I had a chance to save myself before I got stuck in the trecherous storm that was Rafe Cameron. I was doomed the moment I met him.

He smiled at me almost as though he knew I reached the same conclusion as he did.

Rafe lowered to his knees, resting directly in between mine, with his hands raised up. I stare down at him with broken eyes, my handsome monster kneeling on the ground for only me.

When he saw I made no point to move, his large calloused hand covered my shaking ones while the other softly grazed the damn spot in between my legs causing me to visibly tremble.

"Do you get it now? There is no after for us. There is and always will be an us." The words were spoken softly, but firm. Though his eyes weren't on me, and in stead were in between my lefs. His hold on my hands being the only thing anchoring me.

I did. I hated that I loved him. I hated how he'd never leave. I especially hated how I couldn't leave. I hated my body's gross reaction to him and his filthy words.

"I love you."

My head jerked up, eyes wide with surprise at his confession.

"I do. That's why I wear the necklace and the cufflinks." He answered my question. He finally answered my question.

Before I could respond, a soldier bursted into the room with narrowed eyes. He took in the scene before him before relaxing but my body was snapped with tension.

Rafe looked down at our hands before standing up slowly and letting go. "Trust me."

He was asking in the only way he knew how, by demanding. He'd broken so many promises before that the trust between us was in shards. I found myself nodding anyways.

I'd already been broken before, what was once more?

In seconds, Rafe lunged toward the solider with his hands fisting along the shoulders of the man's bulletproof vest. Slamming his body hard to the ground, Rafe climbed on top before lifting the man's body and slamming it against the floor again and again.

He dragged his fist back before slashing it with quick and brute force against the soldier's face. Blood splattered against the white tiled floors as the man groaned in pain.

Rafe didn't stop. His knuckles becoming a marred mess due to them being split open. He didn't even wince.

"Get the gun." A loud ringing noise echoed in my ears as I stared at the unconcious man on the floor who's face was unrecognizable.

"Baby, get the gun." The term of endearment pulled my out of my head. Rafe's electric eyes stared at me with urgency and darted to the side.

I moved my head in the direction of his stare and see a black gun several feet away. My brain shut off and body felt numb as I picked it up with trembling hands.

My steps were timid and hestitant as I walked back over to him. He held out his hand, the rings shining in the light. "Bring it here."

For a second, a brief second, the thought of shooting him crossed my mind. I could be free of him. I could do it.

No, I couldn't. I loved him. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

I rested the heavy pistol in his hand and watched as he dug through the man's pocket and grabbed a phone. "We're getting out of here. I have my boat parked somewhere here on the island. We get to it and we can go wherever you want. Just me and you."

Rafe stood and stepped towards me, determination in his eyes, with his hand held out for me to grab.

I took a sharp intake of breath. My blood rushed loudly in my ears as I decided what I was about to do. My friends, my life, were they worth losing for him?

His necklace sparkling against the sun and those cuflinks shining against his shirt caught my attention.

Our souls were wired together, infused. I was a monster. Just like him.

Loving Rafe was a death sentence. Little did I know—I was already dead.

I reached for his hand.

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Psycho toxic rafe is the man of my dreams but also my nightmares :) They are both crazy though clearly and need help.

Let me know what you think! Next up is Conrad fucking Fisher and I assure you, your heart will be broken.

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[lavendermunson]

bells - eddie munson

day 11 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw fluff. eddie is a BIG softie and a cat lady. allusions to sex. established relationship. no y/n or body descriptions you know the deal.

Eddie gets excited whenever he sees a stray cat around his trailer, one part of his pantry is designed to keep the cans of food for them. He has named all of them and it’s unusual for all the cats to reunite at the same time but he is grateful for it. 

If he could, he would give them a home to live in and a room for them to sleep all together. He would fill them with food, and spoil them with toys and cuddles. 

When you come to see him, he is standing on the steps of the trailer. His arms crossed in front of his chest as he looked at her neighbor feeding the cats, his cats

“What’s up with you? Baby, you are going to freeze out here!” 

Even with four layers of clothes on, you are shivering. And Eddie doesn’t make it any better, the sight of him standing with only a cardigan on, his plaid pajama pants with a Santa Claus hat on makes you shiver more. 

“Baby?” you call for him, waving your hand to catch his attention. His pouty lips and frown were dedicated to her neighbor. 

“She stole my babies!” Eddie whines.

“Eds, she is a kid” 

“She stole them! I fell asleep and I'm pretty sure they scratched the door but I didn't answer in time and they went with her!” He sees all of his furry children reunited in front of someone else’s door. You know how upset Eddie gets whenever she feeds him, he doesn’t care if she is ten years old. Those are his children. 

“I get it. But if you keep standing here you are going to freeze and they are going to lose their dad” 

He grunts when you push him inside the trailer, using all of your strength as he stands as a marble statue. 

“Traitors! I'm going to get the expensive cans and eat them myself!” he screams at them, watching as the little girl sticks her tongue out towards Eddie “She is evil, I'm telling you!”

“Eddie, she is a child!” you slap his arm. 

“An evil child, those exist!”

You roll your eyes at him, taking your jacket off and feeling the warmth of the trailer. He watches as you look at his trailer's door, then goes around the trailer to get Wayne’s measuring tape and a notebook. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, following every movement you make. 

“Shh…” you focus on doodling in the notebook, writing down the measurements you took and planning on something Eddie doesn’t know yet. 

He sees your focused face, brows knit in a frown and your tongue sticking out as you work through the paper. 

“You look so hot when you-“

“I have an idea, look” you interrupt, making your way to his side. He drops his gaze to the notebook, watching you explain your plan. One of his arms hugs your body, keeping you closer. “If we get a bell and train them to hit it when they get here, you’ll hear the bell in your room and get up to see them. That way they go to you first”

“I’ll get those little traitors. You are so smart, princess” he leans in to kiss your lips, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip to catch the taste of your chapstick. “Let’s go get our things”

After spending a few days building the kitty alarm as your boyfriend called it, he explained to his band of cats. It took more days to get them used to it, but as they came by Eddie made sure every one of them knew how to ring the bell. 

One day, the bell above his head rings four or five times, indicating his kids were there. He gets up so fast, opening the door of his trailer just to see everyone there. Eddie gets inside to prepare their little bowls of food to give to the cats, he smiles proudly as everyone eats happily. 

When he sees you arrive, you notice all of his cats lying around in front of his trailer. Some of them are still eating, a couple plays with one of Eddie’s old socks and one of them jumps around. You giggle as you watch him so happy, showing his middle finger to his little neighbor who happens to mirror him with a jealous look on her face.

“I did it, baby, all thanks to you” He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you and pushing you inside the trailer as he kisses the top of your head. “Your plan worked, all of them are here”

You can get enough of his smile, and the shine in his eyes. You step back and hold yourself with a tight grip on his wrists, feeling his pulse under your fingertips as he gets so excited. 

“I'm glad it did, you can finally pay attention to your girlfriend!” you kiss the top of his nose. 

“You saved our family”

“Our?”

“Yes, you are the mom! oh wait, I have a gift for you”

You see Eddie run to his room and back, his curls bouncing as he returns with a small box in his hands.

“I know Christmas is just around the corner but I want to give this one gift to you right now. My baby deserves a reward after helping me with this”

Eddie’s hands come to rest on your waist as you open the gift. When you discard the top of the box you see a pink bell. Your head leans to the side, confused. 

“A bell?”

“Not any kind of bell, read what it says”

You get the bell out, throwing the box at the couch. “Ring for sex?” you giggle, shaking your head as your boyfriend looks at you. 

“Sick, right?” he grins. 

“Baby, I'm not a stray cat who rings a bell for your attention!”

“Oh, sweetheart. I know you are not, I'm giving you all the power to decide when we should fuck!” 

“What if you are not in the mood?”

“Are you kidding, with a goddess as my girlfriend always in the mood baby”

You laugh, looking down at the bell. He tries to kiss your lips but you get away from his arms, walking towards his bed. He follows you until he sees you close to the mattress, leaning against the door frame. 

“What are you doing? Baby?” he asks, looking at you as you turn around on your heels. “Are you mad at me?”

You shake your head, biting your lip and shaking the bell above your head. The ringing is music to his ears, throwing himself at you and tackles you down to his bed. 

He sits on top of you, pressing soft kisses against your cheeks. His fingers graze against your face, getting the hair out of the way to kiss you even more.

“I rang the bell for you to fuck me, not to kiss me softly”

“Oh, got it boss. I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow!”

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[leslovesfatties]

Pt. 1: first flight

Idk I was feeling super mushy so I wrote this in like 3 hours lol soft BHM/FFA fiction…should I continue it?

First time flying in two years…and back then it was a squeeze. Determined not to embarrass myself, I called ahead.

“TWO tickets?”

“Yes, sir. But there’s no guarantee the second seat won’t be sold if it’s a particularly full flight.”

I gulped and hesitated. “Okay…so that means I’m paying for a seat I might not get?”

“That’s correct.” Not a hint of sympathy in her voice.

What other choice did I have? “Okay, then. I guess I’ll take the window and middle seat. Oh, and I’ll probably need a seatbelt extender.” Even saying the words made my face flush. I can’t believe I’d let myself get like this. The voice on the other end of the phone either sighed, coughed, or stifled a laugh. I couldn’t be sure which, and I didn’t exactly want to know.

My alarm fades out as I desperately want to hit snooze. I get up, wash my face, and try to keep my anxiety at bay. It’s going to be fine. I got TWO seats. I won’t bother anyone. I put on a little extra deodorant in between my folds and under my moobs. A little cologne for good measure and a crisp shirt. I don’t want people to think I’m some sort of lazy, unkempt slob. I actually really care about my appearance. My face stays neatly shaven, my hair styled, and clothes - when I can find them in my size - are reasonably tasteful. My glasses frames are updated each year in an attempt to elevate my look, or at least take people’s glances away from other parts.

At the airport, I grab a bagel and a coffee, then wait as close to the line as I can to board. Don’t panic. You’re going to fit. Everything’s going to be fine. It’s a short flight, anyways. A mantra I’ve begun to chant in my head as the boarding process begins. I offer a smile to the man who scans my barcode for two tickets and he looks up for the second passenger.

“Oh, uh, it’s just for me.” He acknowledges by nodding me over to continue boarding. I practically hold my breath as I wedge myself between the aisle. Most people brace their carry ons, but I have to brace myself.

Thankfully, no one is in my row, otherwise they’d have to get up to let me through. I plop down and immediately appreciate the forethought to buy two seats. I’m positively squished between the plane wall and armrest.

“Um, excuse me?” Fuck. I look up.

“Are those your bags? Do you want me to put them up here?

“Uh, I’m actually supposed to have this seat.” I try to speak just loud enough for her to hear and no other passengers. She glances down at her phone and back up.

“23 B?” My face flushes as I realize what’s happened. They’ve given up my seat.

“I-I’m so sorry,” I stutter, utterly embarrassed. “I was supposed to…They weren’t supposed to -“ The line behind her grew and we were drawing attention.

“That’s okay! Here,” she reached for my bag and in a daze, I handed it to her. She was so short she couldn’t get it in the overhead compartment all the way and I wanted to disappear. She scooted in and I tried leaning as far as I could into the wall, my side squishing into her armrest. At that moment, I realized I forgot to ask for the seatbelt extender. My ears started ringing and I desperately wanted to get off this flight.

“I’m so sorry…” I began, but she cut me off.

“For what? Don’t apologize.” She finished shoving her bag under her seat and smiled at me.

An older gentleman plopped down next to her and scowled at me. I looked down as he muttered something I was grateful I couldn’t understand. Fuck. How am I going to get the extender now?

“Um, excuse me?” I leaned over slightly to look at the man who’d just joined our row. I’d just about rather die than have to move. He looked up.

“I’m sorry, but I have to get up.”

The man scowled. “Ugh, shouldn’t they have weight limits on these things?” My heart dropped.

“Wow, that was rude.” The girl beside me said pointedly and the man scoffed. I tried to sink down and away into my chair, my face hot with embarrassment.

“I tried to buy two seats…” I began and the girl cut me off.

“You don’t owe him an explanation. He just wants an excuse to be miserable,” the girl turned and whispered to me. I tried to smile but felt like my lip might quiver, so I mouthed “thank you.”

“Everything okay over here?” A slim flight attendant asked, primarily to me.

“Uh, yeah. I-I think I need a…” I tried gesturing to the seatbelt so I wouldn’t have to say it out loud, but she looked puzzled. I gulped, feeling my heart rate rise and willing myself to stop sweating.

“An extender” it was barely audible, but the guy two seats away looked at me with disgust and shook his head. The flight attendant nodded and retreated to find one. I looked out the window so I could get my emotions in check.

“You okay?” The girl whispered. Thank God she was small, otherwise I’d be squishing her.

I nodded, fearing my voice might crack, and swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

“People can be so unkind.” The tenderness in her voice allowed me to look up and I offered her the best smile I could muster up.

The flight attendant came back with the extender and explained how to connect it. I did it as quickly as possible and willed the plane to take off.

The girl made polite conversation with me which calmed my nerves a bit.

“Are you on the connecting flight or stopping at Atlanta?”

“Connecting flight.”

“Cool. I’m sorry they gave up your seat.”

“It’s okay. It sucks that I’m out of the money, though.” I admitted.

“That’s so fucked up. Sorry, messed up. So you paid for two seats but only got one?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, if you get stuck in the same position next flight, I’d be happy to be your seat buddy again.”

I shook my head, “oh, no. That’s very kind of you, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable the whole trip.” Secretly, I was terrified of getting sat next to someone who wasn’t as kind as her.

“I’m not uncomfortable at all. Plus, you’d be doing me a favor. I get nervous on planes sometimes and it’s nice to talk to someone.” She smiled reassuringly and I almost believed her.

“Sorry, what was your name?”

“Oh, Leslie! Nice to meet you…?”

“Ian,” I smiled, a bit more sincerely this time.

We kept talking and I tried not making it obvious how squished I was between her armrest, but you could easily tell.

“Do you want to move that?” She asked after I’d wiggled around a bit.

“Oh, no. It’s fine.”

“It won’t bother me, but I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep on you.” I felt my face flush and let out a laugh.

“Are you sure?”

“Here,” she raised it for me and my fat immediately pooled out. I looked away, embarrassed. Thank God it still wasn’t touching her, by some miracle. I glanced at her and she had looked away as well. Fuck.

“Sorry” I muttered.

“It’s okay.” She placed her hand on my thigh just above my knee and I felt my breath hitch. She was just being nice.

“Thanks,” I looked out the window and she moved her hand away.

Several minutes later, she had fallen asleep on me. She wasn’t kidding. I tried not to move as I rummaged through my bag for my AirPods. She stirred and jerked up.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I was trying not to wake you.”

“I’m sure you don’t mind a random stranger sleeping on you,” she chuckled and I grinned in response. “If I fall asleep again, can you wake me when they come by with the snacks?”

“Of course.”

In about 30 minutes, the snack carts came out so I gently nudged Leslie who’d fallen asleep on me again.

“Sorry,” she yawned sleepily. “Thanks for waking me.”

“No problem.”

“Hey, want to get a wine with me?”

“Won’t that make you sleepier?”

“Maybe! Who knows?”

“Two cabernets, please.” She held out her card and I protested.

“No, I got it.” I fumbled for my wallet.

“I insist,” and she handed her card to the flight attendant.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. I invited you to day drink with me. Cheers.”

“Cheers.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

The plane lands and most people eagerly stand up. I wait behind, definitely not eager to bump into anyone. Leslie stands and asks if we can walk to the gate together so we can board the connecting flight together, and I’m extremely grateful.

“Sure.” When most of the people have left, Leslie scoots out and waits for me. I don’t want her to see me struggle to get out of my seat, but it’s inevitable. “I gotta lose some weight,” I try to laugh it off, but I must be a pretty pathetic sight, wobbling and shifting myself over the seats in order to get into the aisle.

She doesn’t respond and I regret pointing out my size, but she still waits as I reach for my bag. Before slinging it down, I notice her staring where my shirt should be covering my stomach, but considering the reaching, it might have ridden up. My face flushes and I throw my bag over my shoulder as quickly as I can, letting Leslie go first.

“Hungry?”

“Oh, no…I just had a bagel.” But I was hungry, and I would be before the next flight.

“We have about an hour before boarding. Maybe we should get something to go for the plane?”

I considered it. “Sure, whatever you want.”

The only respectable restaurant was a shitty Ruby Tuesdays and we decided to eat in. I was able to wedge myself into the booth but it was tight.

“Here, why don’t we move to the bar?” Leslie asked, noticing the tight space.

“Oh no, I don’t mind…”

“You don’t have to be uncomfortable.” She stated.

I thought over my words carefully and explained “I’m just not sure I’ll fit there, either.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Do you want to try? I’ll keep our seat here.”

“Um, sure.” I hefted my weight and tried to keep my cool. The bar stools didn’t have armrests which was a blessing. It was still difficult to fit, but it was better than the booth. I came back to grab our bags and she thanked me, following me to the bar.

“You know, you don’t have to do this. I really appreciate it but I’m okay.” She frowned.

“I like this. I like getting to know you. I’d rather hang out with you than wait alone.” She was so sweet. “Want another drink?”

“Sure.”

We continued talking and I forgot why I was ever anxious in the first place. We ordered another round and I could tell she was starting to feel it. I was getting a little uncomfortable when her glances started going towards my body, so I reached into my bag and pulled over a hoodie. Did she…frown?

“You’re really hard to read,” I confessed.

“How so?” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me quizzically.

“I don’t know,” I shook my head. “I just don’t get you.” She smiled coyly.

“I’m an enigma,” she stated with jazz hands for added flair.

“Well, I’m enjoying myself a lot more than I was earlier, so thank you.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me and apologizing. I’m equally enjoying it.” She placed her hand on my thigh and I realized I’d been bouncing my leg anxiously for who knows how long. I didn’t know what to make of her. Friendly, sweet, kind, adorable. Now I have another reason for not wanting to get on the plane…I don’t want this to end.

Leslie orders some appetizers to share and an entree for herself. I try to choose something moderately healthy, so I stick to the grilled chicken sandwich.

“Here, try” she pushes over her appetizer plates to me and I take small bites.

“They’re good.”

“Have more,” she begins forking them onto my plate.

“Whoa, no, that’s okay,” I try to protest but she’s in the middle of loading up my plate.

“I won’t finish them,” she counters, and I oblige, trying not to make a pig of myself.

I try not to eat everything to save face, despite my obvious physique that says I likely have never turned down food before. I order another drink and Leslie is practically staring at me now. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and try sucking in my belly.

“You’re full?”

“Oh, um yeah.”

“We shouldn’t let it go to waste.”

“You ordered them,” I remind her.

“Pleaseeeee,” she’s tipsy now and there’s something in her eyes I can’t quite pinpoint.

“Really?” I laugh. “Why do you want me to finish these? Why not just save them for later?”

“Because you’ll be hungry later, too.”

“Bold of you to assume.” I counter.

“Is it though?” I don’t think she intended malice, but the words sting a little.

“I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I’m sorry, that was dumb.” She covered her face with her hands.

“It’s okay.“ I pause. She doesn’t say anything. It’s quiet besides her fork scraping against the plate.

“I just, I’m sorry I’m so awkward,” she sighed. “I think you’re really cute.”

I stop mid-bite. “What?” Garbled by the food in my mouth.

She covers her face with her hands again.

I finish swallowing, heart pounding in my chest. “Really?”

“Yes really. I thought I’d made it obvious. I was so nervous.” She confessed.

It took me a second to compute. It made sense. The quick glances, an excuse to put her hand on my leg, insisting on buying my wine.

“It’s so cute when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“You blush.” I could feel my cheeks burning even brighter. We were sitting so close to each other I could smell the sweet rosé on her breath.

She leaned in closer. “You’re seriously so handsome.” I think my heart leapt into my throat and I had to swallow it down. Was this happening?

The bartender interrupted and asked if we wanted to close out, which we did. It gave me a moment to gain my composure.

“You don’t think I’m too…big?” I was afraid to ask. She shook her head and barely audibly answered “I like bigger guys.” Holy shit.

We had to run to our gate and we were both giddy. I offered her my hand and she took it, two wildly different strangers running through an airport together. “I booked two seats…” I explained as they checked my boarding pass and Leslie chimed in “I don’t mind sitting next to him if it’s a full flight. I’m 18 A.”

“Thanks, looks like you might have to. Hang tight.”

“You can give my seat to someone else.” She insisted and the boarding director looked at me and I shrugged.

“Alright, miss,” and he scanned all three tickets.

“I’ll go first to make sure there’s enough room.” Wow. My anxiety was no match for her.

“Excuse me, ‘scuse us,” she’d loudly announce when people’s bags were in my way. I was beyond grateful. We took our seats and I thanked her.

“No more thanking me!” And she pulled her armrest up.

“I’m so cold.”

“Here,” I peeled off my hoodie and felt the cool air hit my stomach when my shirt rode up. “I’m sure it’s way too big, but -“

“Thank you.” She eagerly accepted it and draped it over her, cuddling into me. My heart thudded obnoxiously in my chest.

“Is this okay?” She asked timidly.

“Of course,” I placed an arm around her. Whoever gets sat next to us would probably think we’re a couple on vacation, and I loved that. It was an older, middle aged woman with a smug expression on her face. She first looked at me and practically grimaced. Leslie noticed and placed her arm around my stomach where my waistline would be if it wasn’t covered in fat. I got chills.

It was the tiny nuances that she noticed. How I could use some help maneuvering the aisle, when someone made a comment or just gave a look of disapproval. She was trying to offset it, remind me that I’m not as despicable as they act like I am. Like I’m not a huge waste of space, an eyesore, an inconvenience.

“This is nice.” She sighed into me, arm still wrapped around me.

“So nice,” I agree. She rhythmically rubs her thumb over my stomach and I get goosebumps. I don’t think I’ve ever been touched like this. Sure, I’ve been in relationships and had a couple hookups, but no one ever wanted to touch my body. It was a foreign feeling to have someone actually want to. She looked so small, especially next to me.

“We barely know each other and look at us,” I whispered. She looked up at me excitedly.

“Let’s get to know each other. What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue, yours?”

“Mine too! Favorite food?”

“Anything,” I snickered. “Can you tell?”

“Ha, ha. Alright, how tall are you?”

“Six foot, you?”

“Holy shit. Guess.”

“Hmm, 5’2?”

“Nope. Five foot.”

“Five feet?! That’s it?”

She nodded, stifling a laugh. We were quiet for a little, the hum of the plane and alcohol making us sleepy.

“I really like this.”

“Me too.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t want the plane to take off. I wanted to sit with her like this forever.

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[metallicaislife]

Overworked

Requested by: @dallysnecklace

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1,610

Warnings: Feelings of self-doubt, depressive behavior, anxiety

“Hey babe! It’s me, Kirk. You rushed off after the photoshoot today so I wanted to check in with you since I didn’t get to talk to you after. Maybe we could get dinner and hang out. Call me back, love you. Bye.” The machine beeped after playing the message. I deleted it.

I just got home from one of my other photography gigs. I primarily work for Metallica, but I take pictures for other bands as well. It can get a little hectic, and honestly I’m starting to feel burnt out. I don’t know if I can keep up with the rigorous schedule I’ve been keeping. Feeling absolutely empty I decided I wouldn’t call Kirk back. I laid in bed, not even having the energy to change my clothes. Photography is my entire life, what if I’m not cut out for it though? There are so many others who would kill for the job I have, and here I am not able to manage it. What an absolute failure. I began crying as I spiraled.

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until the phone started ringing. I looked at my alarm clock, it was 2PM. I must have slept through the night and well into the next day. I didn’t bother getting up to answer it. 

“I’m not available right now, leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” 

“Hey, it’s me, Kirk, again. You didn’t get back to me last night. What are you up to today? The guys and I are getting ready to go out to eat. Do you want to come with us? Please call me back, even if you don’t want to go. I just want to hear your voice and know you’re okay. All right, love you, bye.” Kirk’s voice came over the voicemail machine. 

I sighed and curled up further beneath my blankets. The beeping of the machine indicating I had a message was bothering me, so I forced myself to get up. I deleted the message and took the phone off the receiver. I made myself take a shower then curled up in my bed again drifting off into a dreamless sleep. 

-

“Hey Peter, have you heard from Y/N?” I asked as I approached our manager. He looked up from his paper. 

“No, she isn’t scheduled for another shoot with you guys until next week.” He replied and turned his attention back to his paperwork. 

“Oh, okay, thank you.” I said and sulked away. 

Since I met Y/N, we didn’t go long periods of time without talking to one another. I haven’t seen or heard from her since our last photoshoot. When I try calling, it gives the busy tone now and I’m getting worried, but if she doesn’t want to see me, I don’t want to bother her. 

I ran into the house to avoid getting drenched by the rain. Cliff was with Lars and James in the living room. 

“Hey.” I greeted them and sat on the couch. 

“Where is Y/N?” Lars asked. 

“I don’t know, I haven’t been able to get a hold of her for the past couple days.” I said folding my arms feeling uneasy. 

“Still?” Cliff asked, a worried expression on his face. 

“Yeah.” I sighed. 

“I wonder what’s going on.” James said thoughtfully. 

“She knows she can come to us if there is something wrong.” Lars added. 

“We should go out and look for her.” Cliff suggested. 

My heart warmed seeing my friends band together, worried about my girlfriend. 

“I’ll go to her place, but you guys really don’t have to go out.” I said standing up to get my jacket. 

“Of course we do, she’s one of us.” James said. 

Just as I was going to open the door, there was a soft knock. I flung it open and my heart broke. 

Y/N stood in front of me. She was drenched from head to toe. Her eyes were red and puffy. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her. Her bottom lip wobbled as fresh tears fell down her cheeks. I reached out, pulling her into my arms. 

“Stop, I don’t want to get you wet.” She wailed. 

“I don’t care.” I said holding her tightly. She continued to cry. The guys stood around, they looked sad at the sight. 

“My mom’s making dinner tonight. Let’s go.” Cliff said. James and Lars followed him out, closing the door. I know they were relieved to see her, but I was grateful they were giving us space. I continued holding her until her sobs softened. I pulled away and grabbed her hand taking her to my room. I handed her some clothes to change into. 

“Go take a hot shower. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” I told her, she nodded and started off for the bathroom. She paused and turned back to me. 

“Will you hold me after?” She asked, her voice was croaky.. I stepped closer to her and kissed her forehead. 

“Of course.” I said. She went into the bathroom, closing the door. 

I went to the kitchen and made her a cup of herbal tea. She didn’t take too long and I met her in my bedroom. She handed me her clothes and I put them in the washing machine. She sipped on her tea as she sat on the edge of my bed. Her eyes still rimmed red. She placed the cup on my bedside table and scooted back on the bed. I laid next to her pulling her into my arms. 

“Where were you?” I asked petting her hair. 

“Home.” She replied softly. 

“What’s going on? I was really worried about you.” I asked rubbing soft circles on her back. 

“I’m sorry I disappeared. I’ve been so overwhelmed with work, I feel so burnt out. I didn’t want to disappoint you because you’re not just my boyfriend, you’re also my client.” She said, I gave her a squeeze.

“Girlfriend first, photographer second, okay? What’s overwhelming?” She buried her face in my chest. 

“It’s not you guys at all, that’s my favorite part.” She whispered, then pulled away to look up at me. “It’s rushing from gig to gig, worried I’ll be late. I think I’ve overbooked myself.” She said, “but if I don’t have the work, I don’t get paid and I can’t afford to cut back.” Her brow furrowed. I rubbed the lines in between her eyebrows. 

“What can I do to help relieve your stress?” I asked her. She thought for a few minutes. 

“I really don’t know.” She shrugged, looking a bit frustrated. 

“Well, what if we talk to Peter? See about making you Metallica exclusive. Then you don’t have to worry about the other gigs.” I offered. 

“What if I just wasn’t meant for this kind of work.” She said, tears filled her eyes. I wiped them as they fell.

“You have to do what’s best for you. And whatever that is, I’ll support you. I know the guys will too. We don’t have to figure it out right now.” I told her, bringing her back into my embrace. She nuzzled her face in my chest. 

“Can I just spend the next couple days with you and the guys?” She asked. 

“Of course.” I said and kissed the top of her head. She drifted off to sleep, I did as well soon after comforted by her breathing and steady heartbeat. 

-

As I came to, I was really toasty. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and Kirk’s arms. He was snoring softly. I carefully got out of bed not waking him up. I went to the bathroom then made my way to the living room unable to sleep anymore. Cliff was sitting on the couch, he looked up and smiled, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“There’s our girl.” He stood up putting his cigarette in the ashtray, and opened his arms. I wrapped my arms around his middle as he engulfed me in a hug. We sat on the couch. Lars wandered in and without any words hugged my head. I laughed, and pushed him back a bit so I could stand and give him a proper hug. 

“Saving the best for last?” James grinned as he came in. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I teased as he gave me a bear hug. Kirk came sprinting in. 

“Oh good, you’re still here.” He said putting his hand over his heart. I frowned. I feel bad I had made him feel that way. I hugged him tightly. He kissed the top of my head. 

I sat on the couch in between Cliff and Kirk. 

“I’m sorry I went radio silent for a few days. Next time if I need space, I’ll give you a heads up.” I said looking down at my hands. Kirk reached over and interlocked his fingers with mine. 

“As long as you’re safe, that’s all we care about.” Lars said. 

“Are you okay?” James asked. 

I relayed to them what I told Kirk last night. 

“All I have to say is I appreciate you letting me be me in your photos.” Cliff said. I laughed knowing he was a photographer's nightmare since he hated posing properly for pictures. “But you have to do what’s best for you. You’ve always got us in your corner.” He said. Tears pricked my eyes, they weren’t the ones of sadness and frustration I’d been shedding over the past few days. My heart was warm knowing I had a loving boyfriend and sweet friends who truly cared about me. 

No matter what I decided, I knew they’d have my back

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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[freshfraise]

I’M YOURS

pairing: richarlison x reader

summary: Y/N is a journalist arriving at a team training to carry out an interview for her new article. The training seems to be unproductive for many reasons, the main reason being that the team contains her vehement Ex- boyfriend, Richarlison.

author’s note: jealous and protective richarlison!! suggest listening to “im yours” by isabel larosa whilst reading… enjoy! + apologies for any bad portuguese

I’m guided into the stadium by a stern security guard, harsh white lights reflecting my canary yellow team shirt. My heeled boots reverberate across the stadium alerting any individuals nearby of my appearance. Clutching my microphone, and my question prompts in my hand, I take a deep breath and brush off any debris off my dark jeans.

I knew he was here. Me and Richarlison “split” exactly six months ago today. Although the split was mutually agreed upon, we both knew that it wasn’t the end of our journey, leading to an embarrassing amount of one night stands and drunken rekindling in the first month. He missed me. I missed him. But we were both too proud to admit it. The past five months I made the decision to refrain from interacting with him which meant ignoring his amorous messages and frantic calls in the dead of night. I watched him from afar, viewing his Instagram on my specially curated spam account. Parties, Girls and chasing a new high seemed to be all of his worries.

The reason why I ended things was because I needed to focus on my career. At the time I was dating him, I was a local journalist from Brazil, dreaming of doing better things and now I’m about to interview one of the best football teams in the world. I made sure that these six months without him didn’t go to waste. And naturally, I was led back to him.

Finally, I arrived on the pitch, watching from the stands designed for other journalists like me. Looking around, I realised I was the only woman in this area, making me extremely conscious of my every move. The team wasn’t on the pitch yet, so I decided to make my way to the bathroom quickly. My nerves were rattling me but I couldn’t let that be known. Asking a guard for directions, I quickly make my way towards a bathroom.

I stare into a mirror, viewing my change. I couldn’t tell if I was better without him or with him. My dark curly hair laid past my shoulders, my lips painted a dark crimson red. I felt different and my appearance reflected that. Scanning over my questions and making sure I was camera ready, I repeated the aim of the trip. I was interviewing Brazilian player on the psychological and manual preparation going towards the Copa América.

Leaving the bathroom in a rush, I hear whispers of Portuguese. Alarm bells ring in my head, as I begin to realise I am not in the correct area.

“Quem é essa beleza?” (Who is this beauty?) I hear a player question, I turn my head around locking eyes with Neymar Jr. I smile awkwardly and begin to scan my areas to make my way back. I clearly wasn’t in the right area and needed to make my way back as the players were obviously out on the pitch.

Sitting down, I get a phone call from my manager, going over everything I need to get done. The camera crew sat next to me, adjusting lenses and positioning. Although I was the only woman, I was thankful I had familiar faces around. In comparison to usual, there were significantly less journalists, myself being one of five.

Training begins, and I see Neymar and Richarlison conversing. Neymar seemed to be raving on about something whilst Richarlison looks around, seemingly trying to understand what he is referencing. This is quickly disbanded as the coach tells them to run laps alongside their team. I make the executive decision to go film some montages and introductions with the players in the background.

I walk down the steps, arriving against the barricade. I was wary of how close I was to Richarlison but I attempted to not let that phase me. My lanyard dangling around my neck, I make a signal to the camera crew to begin.

“Olá, eu sou Y/N Y/L/N, and today I am here with the Brazilian national team as they train for the Copa América. Attempting to attain the title once again, I am here to learn how the players are coping with pressure, and the mental and physical aspects going towards the tiresome process.” I finish ending with a smile. The crew puts up a thumbs up as I drop my microphone from my face, looking behind me.

I lock eyes with Neymar once again but my attention is drawn towards Richarlison. He stares into me, his mouth slightly agape. His eyebrows slightly furrow, almost as if he doesn’t recognise me, his eyes differ as flickers of familiarity scan his brown irises.

I feel statute, as Neymar begins to talk to me yet I don’t even process it. Richarlison comes towards me in a couple strides, and my breath catches in my throat, before I realise I’m going back up the stairs towards the seats.

I feel Neymar 's eyes glued into my back watching me go, before I hear Richarlison say, “Esta é a garota de quem você estava falando? Você falou da minha garota assim na minha frente? Fique longe dela antes que eu cause problemas.” (This is the girl you were talking about? You talked about my girl like that in front of me? Stay away from her before I cause trouble.)

I already knew that this wasn’t going to end well, and as expected they were grabbing each other's shirt collars in their hands. On the verge of pulling punches. Richarlison was acting foolish, talking to his idol like that.

“Problemas, sim? Você é louco? Você esqueceu com quem está falando?” (Problems, yeah? Are you crazy? Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?) Neymar replies, tapping the temple on his forehead.

Flared noses and a string of curses in Portuguese, it was getting escalated to the point where other team members were coming to diffuse the situation. The journalists on my side began to take note of the situation, beginning to redirect their focus on to the fight, at least ten different cameras facing them now. This was going to look really bad in the press, two of Brazil’s key players in the midst of a fist fight, this is not the type of tension needed before a massive tournament.

I don’t even realise I’m making my way down there, but now I am already by the barricade attempting to calm the situation. Instinctually, I place my hand on his shoulder, and call out “Rich, por favor, venha comigo.” (Rich, please come with me.)

This is the first time I’ve talked to him in months and it showed. His grip began to loosen, his breathing began to calm and his attention focused on me. I felt so guilty even though I shouldn't have, this was Richarlison’s fault starting conflict with his teammates. He got off Neymar and practically stormed out of training. I followed him out quickly attempting to catch up but he was walking as fast as a bullet.

He stopped at the changing room, before kicking benches down. I jumped, not expecting his sudden angered movements. I stood still as if I was planted in the floor, like an old oak tree in arid soil. I’ve never seen him this angry. I don’t respond well to anger at all, and he knows this. He continues to throw things off shelves and the room turns into a mess. I call out his name, hoping for a response but there’s nothing. Just pure rage. He slowly begins to realise my state, as he locks eyes with me.

He comes towards me, and embraces me whole. He wraps his muscular arms around my head and holds my waist close. I smell him, and hold him close before pushing him away.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, tired of his contrasting emotions and actions. His breath catches in his throat.

“Your hair is different.” He comments, scanning my curls. A sly smirk is plastered on his face, his eyes dropping to my lips. Completely avoiding the question, I sigh and begin to make my way back to the pitch.

“Wait.” He grabs my hand back from leaving, pulling me inside efficiently. He cups my jaw, and kisses me on forehead lightly.

“Eu nunca parei de te amar. (I never stopped loving you.) I hate it when other guys touch you, or say your name. Love makes me stupid, stupid enough to hit my own idol. I want you all to myself. Eu sei que sou egoísta. (I know I’m selfish.) I regret agreeing to split, but I was scared that if I didn’t leave you a little bit, I would lose you completely. And I would never forgive myself. You are the only one for me. My Mãe and my Pai? They love you more than they love me.”

I chuckle, before a tear threatens to spill. I wipe it before it even escapes my eye.

“I don’t know if we’re good for each other.” I laugh and shake my head. “Mas, eu sou seu.”

#richarlison #neymar #njr #neymar jr #richarlison imagine #imagines #football imagines #football #footballer #neymar imagines #brazil #brazil football

[sveene]

A very heart-wrenching scene from an rp with a friend. Vic is being shown the footage of the aftermath of him being given an experimental drug by GHOST. Here’s the scene that inspired the drawing;

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The reality of the situation hit Vic like cold water as his vision cleared, the ringing in his head died down, voices came into focus, as did everything else - including the blue-white light of the room he was in. Naturally, he looked down and began to struggle against his bonds, even despite that he had no strength left at all, his movements were violent enough that he broke one of the bonds holding him and further damaged one of his arms in the process.

“**Secure him, for fuck’s sake.**”” Lena spat at one of the masked scientists, who were clearly unfamiliar with the Cyborg. The next thing Vic felt was the strangest sensation he’d ever experienced in his life. With the push of a button, the cables in his head delivered targeted electrical signals into specific regions of his brain, completely paralysing his body from the neck down.

He blinked in shock, not even able to communicate the fear he was feeling as he could not move an inch. Victor was no coward though. He had experienced worse and he was not going to be broken easily. He regained his composure and wordlessly stared ahead as he heard them approach.

“…*’You’re looking well’*, Victor~” Lena mocked, reminding him of why she hated him so, as well as being as potently sarcastic as possible all in the space of one sentence. Vic looked deathly.

Silas didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy making note of what a shame it was going to be to *waste* such a weapon… He hardly noticed that Vic was even human at all.

“Such a feat of engineering and biomechanics~ I am pleased to meet you at last, Victor. Allow me to introduce myself briefly, I am Silas. See me and mine as ah, the clean-up crew. Don’t be alarmed, my men are well trained but nobody here is going to harm you.. That is, unless you *make* them want to harm you..”

Vic’s eyes narrowed under his brow, his jaw set and clenched as he simply stared ahead, allowing his eyes to close for a moment of intense frustration before finally turning his face toward the man who called himself Silas. He noticed Lena standing there and scoffed, allowing himself to grin as he laid his head back.

“…What’ll it be this time, Lena? What, pray tell, the fuck….” Vic lamented, almost deliriously with his voice cracking as he grinned at his pathetic, exhaustive situation.

He soon looked toward Silas as Lena circled around the bed, obviously taking her time for the sheer *fun* of seeing Victor so helpless.

“Silas, is it? Well Si, why don’t you hop up on my lap and *swivel*~ Then, you and your …heh, ‘boys’ here can show me how good of a ‘clean up crew’ you *really* are. Cunt.” Vic seethed out, the venom in his voice as cold as ice and sharper than frostbite. He coldly spat at Silas’s feet, getting him on his ever-so-shiny boots. He was fully beyond giving a fuck anymore at this point and went back to chuckling to himself.

Silas looked down at his boots, not expecting such spirit, but Lena was furious, as ever. If only she could find a way to *silence* that mouth of his…

She stormed over, closing the gap between herself and the scientist, grabbed him under his jaw and then back-handed him across the face as hard as she could.

“Now I have your attention, you *might* wanna shut the fuck up, because I’ve got a *cute* little video, you might wanna see.” Lena whispered to him, as she then turned her attention to the screen. She lifted the remote, it started playing ….the same scream he’d been hearing in his nightmares for days, the same fragments of the fight with Sky he’d also re-lived, were now playing before him in what looked like 4K…. His face changed in an instant as the sound made him jump, the piercing cries and now, *the footage* of what he did as well. Before Vic could even begin to process what he was seeing, his eyes were blinking tears that ran down his face as he watched and listened in abject terror.

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Vic and Lena (C) me

Sky (C) Turtwap

#transformers #illustration #digital art #horrortron #art #tfe mandroid #transformers earthspark #sketch #my art #au mandroid #transformers rp #transformers earthspark au #transformers plagued horrorverse stuff #spooky cyborg scientist #my oc shit #transformers oc #oc artist #very sad #interrogation #manipulation #torture #horror art #my art stuff #rp is seriously informing my ideas nnnghhh #scary art #punk cyborg dude #transformers crossover rp #transformers tfp Silas #transformers tfp

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳

Billy Hargrove x singer!reader

Living in Hawkins is probably the most boring thing possible but it has its perks.

I woke up to the screeching of my alarm at 7:30 am letting me know I have to get up to go to school, I sit up and see my cat stretching and yawning as it seems it also awoke to my alarm.

Groaning I get up and start getting ready for the day, thankful that it's a Friday for one reason it's the weekend and the other is that I go to the bars open mic nights. I've made good friends with the regulars already.

As I'm brushing my hair I hear the honking of Steve's car outside my house.

"Shit shit shit shit shit!"

Running out barefoot with only socks on, my bag over my shoulder and my sneakers in my hand I get in the backseat of his car.

"Hey nance!"  I greet Nancy

"Morning y/n!" Steve and Nancy reply in sync

"Well aren't you a lovely disaster this morning" Steve teases

"Fuck you i had to shower " I reply laughing

As we pull up to the school I managed to pull myself together and not look homeless.

Last night wasn't one of the best. My mother suffers from a handful of mental illness one of those being bipolar disorder and there are times where she can hate my guts and other times where she acts like nothing happened, she's had one of her episodes last night and screamed at me for my room being messy and threw my mirror at me making it shatter into a million pieces.

On Monday we got a new student his name was billy and he came from California. What is he doing here? I have to fucking idea. We didn't exactly have the best first interactions I guess? On his first day he's befriended Tommy and his group. Unfortunately for me I wasn't my nicest looking as the night before I had another argument with my mom which led to her kicking me out of the house so I went to school the next morning red eyes and a messy bun.

Monday morning

When I arrived on school on Monday Tommy and his group were staring at me. Im popular but not how you think. I don't have a large group of friends nor am I rich. Through all the hate I received throughout my childhood I have made a promise to never give hate no matter how much I receive. I don't have 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 with anyone in this school. At least not that I know of.

"Hey y/l/n you good?" I hear carol ask

I turn to look her way and see her friends and the new kid staring at me

"Uh- yeah, just hard night, you know" I replied

Carol might seem like a total bitch but she isn't once you befriend her, she's known of my home life for a while now

I take another glance at the new kid once again and we end up making eye contact for what seems like forever until I enter the actual school.

Present time

Me Nancy and Steve walked into the school and going out separate ways as we all the different classes, I head to my seat in the back of the class and start doodling in my journal watching the class fill up as the bell rings.

Keeping my eyes on my journal I see someone out of the corner of my eye take the desk next to me.

"Hey y/l/n" i hear the voice of billy say as I look up

"Hey, morning" I reply smiling

"What're you drawing?" He asked with a small smirk playing on his lips

"oh, just doodles to pass time" I reply slightly inhaling as he gets closer to see

I'm enjoying the time we spend talking until some girl next to him gets his attention by whining his name and then proceeds to ask him out.

Slightly upset that he chose to ignore me I turn my attention to the window showing the outside track by the gym.

This class period is one of the longest classes I have being 3 hours long so that gives me time to work on random things, I've been writing this song since last week labeling it "mirrorball" as mirrorball was the original name of a ball covered in shattered pieces of a mirror before getting the name "disco ball" as they were used in the 70s at discos

While finishing last minute things on the song I see billy look at my journal through the corner of my eye.

Quickly not sparing him a glance I close my journal just in time as the bell rings and being the first one out of the class

"Y/n!" I hear billy yell

Turning around I reply "hey?"

"Sorry about earlier uh yeah " he says scratching his neck

"Why?"

"Oh cause you know, Emma"

"Oh that! Yeah don't worry about it" I fake smile

It's awkward silence for about 5 seconds

"Um sorry I'm gonna head to class" I say walking away before he can respond

Time skip

As I make my way inside my house I hear the phone start ringing, rushing to it I answered

"Hey y/n" I hear on the other side of the phone that it's Eddie

"Oh hey Ed's! Are you ready for tonight?" I ask him because he is the keys during my set

"Yep, so do you want me to pick you up?"

"Yeah that would be great see you then!"

Changing into my outfit for tonight it's a flowy purple dress with ruffles and bell sleeves pretty much giving a hippie fairy is what I hoping for

<3

Me and Eddie arrive to the bar a bit before I go on to set up and try to get there before it gets busy

After setting up I begin seeing people start to pour in as the sun sets, unfortunately I still have a quick sound check before.

Making my way to the bathroom I see billy sitting at the bar with Emma with his tongue practically down her throat

Part two https://www.tumblr.com/mystargirl-interlude/721670506571513856/%F0%9D%91%AD%F0%9D%91%B6%F0%9D%91%B9-%F0%9D%91%AD%F0%9D%91%B9%F0%9D%91%AC%F0%9D%91%AC-bh

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n

[lucy90712]

Hi. could you write something about being friends with Pedri, he's in love with the reader. Everyone see the way he looks at her, but she doesn't. One day they're going to the party and there's no seats left so Pedri let her sit on his lap and then finally confess his feelings

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests 

wc: 2100

Hanging out with my friends is usually my favourite thing to do but recently it's become harder and harder and it's my own fault. It's completely my fault that I had to go and develop feelings for my best friend which makes just seeing him upsetting as I know there is no way he would feel the same way I do. My stupid crush is going to make today incredibly difficult as he has the day off training and so we are going to spend the day together along with our other friends and then tonight we are all going to a party. 

My alarm went off telling me I needed to get up to go to breakfast with everyone but I was already awake as I've been sitting thinking about how awful it's going to be spending the entire day with Pedri and having to act like we are just friends. I turned the alarm off and got out of bed to shower and then got ready, I thought about wearing something really nice but there is no point as it's not going to make Pedri see me any differently plus we are going to a party where I'll have to dress up later. I could make an effort and see if I meet anyone else but I don't want that I only want Pedri even though it's never going to happen. 

I spent so much time thinking about Pedri that I didn't notice the time until my doorbell was ringing so I had to quickly grab my things and answer it. When I opened the door I was met with a smiling Pedri, his smile is so infectious that I couldn't help but smile back at him even though I wasn't really that happy. I grabbed my keys and and locked my door before we got in his car to head to breakfast where we were meeting some more friends. I was going to drive there myself or walk as the place we are going to isn't too far from my place but Pedri insisted that he come and pick me up so we could spend more time together as it's been a little while since we have seen each other even though on my part that was fully intentional. 

In the car I forgot all about not wanting to see Pedri as we got to talking because like always we just started talking about nothing and I realised why I never say anything about my feelings and that's because I don't want to lose this. When we arrived at the cafe we were both laughing our heads off at some joke that Pedri made a good 5 minute before but we had just kept laughing like we always do. All of our friends looked at us for a second as we arrived before going back to their conversations as they are used to the two of us being like this. We both calmed down and then took our seats which weren't next to each other but it was probably for the best. I was sat next to Gavi who I've been super close to after Pedri introduced us and he's the only one that knows about my feelings for Pedri as he heard me talking to myself about it one time. Since Gavi found out he is always telling me to tell Pedri how I feel but I refuse to do it no matter his many times he tells me to. 

"Are you going to tell him anytime soon?" Gavi asked when Pedri went to the bathroom 

"You know the answer to that is no" I replied 

"Come on y/n I see how you look at him it's only going to hurt more the longer you leave it" he said 

"Well what if I never plan to tell him" I said 

"You have to you are going to ruin your friendship hiding your feelings plus if not he will find someone else and I already know that will hurt you" he explained 

"I know but I really don't want to ruin our friendship as I can't live without him but I can deal with hiding my feelings" I admitted 

"Believe me it won't ruin your friendship" he said 

He looked like he wanted to say more but Pedri came back so he didn't say anymore but I saw the look he gave me which screamed just tell him. I know where he's coming from but it's harder than it seems especially when Pedri and I have been friends for so long it's hard to take the leap and admit that I have feelings. I also understand that if I don't do anything he will get a girlfriend at some point which will crush me as he went on one date a few months ago and I couldn't bare to look at him for a week. All of the pros and cons swim around my brain constantly but I can never make any decision on what to do as whenever I decide I'm going to tell him I think of some cons that make me back out. 

After we all finished breakfast we all went out and played mini golf which was fun and then we went to the beach for a while before all going back to our own places so the ones that were going could get ready to go to the party. The party was being hosted by one of Gavi and Pedri's friends and so they invited me to come with them which of course I said yes to even though I regret it a little bit right now. Even though I didn't really want to go I still put on a nice dress and did my hair and makeup because even if I have a bad time at a least I'll look good doing it. Just like earlier Pedri was picking me up so we could go together which meant I didn't need to leave as early so I found myself spending quite a while sitting with my thoughts mostly about what Gavi said earlier until Pedri arrived and I came back to reality. 

Pedri's POV 

Standing outside her door I was so nervous because I made the stupid decision to promise Gavi that tonight would be the night I finally tell her how I feel which I'm now really regretting it as I know he won't let me back out. My train of thought was interrupted when the door opened and I had to do my best not to let my jaw drop to the floor as y/n stood there looking absolutely incredible. It took me a few seconds to compose myself before I could speak and tell her she looked pretty which she thanked me for and we got in my car. Not much was said while we were in the car instead we just listened to music from her playlist and occasionally I asked her to adjust the volume or skip a song but that was it. 

When we arrived we both spoke to a few people quickly before Gavi grabbed my arm and dragged me away from her while some other guy was stood there flirting with her which made me mad even though she's not mine. 

"You are going to tell her tonight like you promised right?" He questioned me 

"Yes I will but when it goes wrong I am fully blaming you" I said 

"It won't go wrong plus I saw how mad you looked when that guy was flirting with her so I suggest you tell her before she goes home with him instead" he said 

Before I could argue he walked away and went to sit down so I went back to y/n to bring her to our table but mostly to get her away from that guy who most definitely isn't good enough for her. Once we reached the table Gavi was smirking at me which confused me for a few seconds until I noticed there was only one chair left which I knew he had set up straight away. I'll give it to him that boy is smart as I wasn't going to let her stand and I knew she wouldn't take the seat as she's too sweet. That left the one option Gavi was hoping I'd go with and he was right because even though I could feel my cheeks getting hotter by the second I still sat down. 

"If you are ok with it you can sit on my lap" I said to her 

"Are you sure its ok?" She asked 

"Of course" I replied 

She sat down right on the edge of my knee to start with until I made the decision to pull her closer as I knew the way she was sat was uncomfortable but she wasn't going to move unless I did something as she didn't want to make me uncomfortable. I made it so that she was sat properly on my legs and allowed her to lean her shoulder against my chest as she was sat sideways. To start with it was awkward but we both quickly settled in and I felt her body relax which made me happy as it meant she felt comfortable with me. After sitting in silence for a while we started up a conversation and went back to our normal selves just talking about anything and everything. We talked for so long that I didn't notice that everyone else had left the table leaving the two of us alone but when I did notice I knew it was my chance to either tell her or accept that I'll never have the courage. 

Just as I was about to do it she turned towards me and I looked straight into her eyes which threw me off straight away as I have never looked into her eyes like this before. My cheeks started heating up straight away and I wanted to look away but I could see that her cheeks were doing the same plus her eyes were so beautiful I didn't want to stop admiring them. We were so in our own world that anything could have happened around us and we wouldn't of noticed. Having that moment gave me a bit more confidence with telling her how I feel because I'd like to think that you don't look at someone like that if you don't have some feelings towards them. Once we stopped looking into each other's eyes I took a few seconds to think of what to say before I decided to just go for it. 

"Y/n I have something I should tell you" I said 

"What is it?" She asked looking incredibly nervous 

"I'm sorry if this ruins everything but I love you as more than a friend" I admitted 

"Well I love you as more than a friend too" she whispered 

"Oh thank goodness I was worried about ruining our friendship" I said relieved that she felt the same way 

"What do we do now?" She asked 

"Well would you like to be my girlfriend?" I asked 

"Of course I would" she replied 

After making her mine I got a boost of confidence so I put a hand on her cheek and gently pulled her face towards mine and pressed my lips against hers. The second my lips touched hers I felt warmth flow through me as all of our hidden feelings came through the kiss. I never wanted to pull away but I knew we both needed to breathe so I did and instead I just pulled her close to my chest instead. Of course Gavi had to come over and tell us that he was right about us liking each other and how one of us should've made a move earlier. He also then made fun of us when I kissed her cheek which I saw coming but I don't really care. 

We stayed at the party for a bit longer before deciding to leave and I asked if she wanted to stay over at mine as now that she's mine I don't really want to let her go. She agreed to stay so when we got back I gave her one of my hoodies to sleep in and we got into bed and I got to cuddle with her as she fell asleep which was the most amazing feeling. Looking at her sleeping in my chest made me glad that Gavi forced me to tell her as it worked out pretty well in the end. 

#pedri imagine #pedri imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri gonzalez imagines

[maehara-san]

𝙒𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

The sound of the loud alarm could be heard echoing in the room, while the rays of the sun made seeped their way in through the crack of the blinds on the windows.

Enji slowly opened his eyes but laid still not turning the ringing off. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked over to his right side and saw you were still in a deep sleep.

Reaching over the nightstand he shut the alarm off, making sure it wouldn't end up waking you up even though he himself wasn't really awake yet.

It was another day, same routine, same distant relationship, another day where he wouldn't be able to hold you like he used to.

While he was in his mind you woke up, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes. The light coming in made you squint your eyes, slowly you sat up on the bed.

He did the same, not being able to help himself by looking back at you and seeing the way your messy hair looked like in the morning. No matter how much you used to whine about it not looking normal, to him it was the one of the things he loved the most about you.

It was his favorite times in the morning where the two of you could be vulnerable with one another, with all your flaws.

"I didn't realize you had woken up." You spoke, getting up from the bed and sliding your feet into your slippers.

Enji slightly blushed feeling the dip on the bed loosen as you stood up. "I- uh just woke up myself. I thought you might want to sleep in since you came home late last night."

"I can't today."

"I'm sure if you call in they wouldn't mind letting you stay home today." He got up following you to the bathroom. "I'm worried you haven't gotten enough sleep these days-"

"I can't." You repeated as you got ready for work. "I have a meeting today."

He knew things between you two weren't okay- well haven't been for a while now. Still, he was worried about your well being. As much as he loved you having the career you wanted, it also stressed him seeing how tired and over work you often came back home.

"I don't mean this in a bad way," he said knowing it might make you upset but you had to know. "Lately you haven't had as much energy ever since you got promoted, I understand your work is important but you need to rest."

"I'll rest once the important project is done." You stated, washing your face. "Until then I can't waste time on resting."

Leaning against the doorway he looked at you, worry in his eyes. "Y/n... it's okay to want to put your all into the work you love but you can't burn yourself out-"

Yesterday was already hard on you, the last thing you wanted to deal with were his comment about you work. "No offence but you do the same whenever you come home late beaten and bruised up." Drying your face with the small towel on the rack, you looked at him. "You have no right to tell me what I'm doing is wrong when I've begged you to take care of yourself first a dozen times."

You walked passed not wanting to waste anymore time knowing you were already running late. A pair of footsteps could be heard from behind you, it's like he was following you around like a lost puppy.

"At least let me make you something to eat then." He insisted. "I can whip you up something you like, remember when I used to make you (favorite food) all the time?"

Your patience was really running thin with everything, you knew he meant well but even you found it quite out of character lately since you both only talked with one another when it was about work and nothing else.

After putting your scarf on you grabbed your bag, getting ready to head out. "That's okay, I can just grab something on my way to the agency." Quickly you walked out of your shared bedroom and to the door to put your shoes on.

"Well then how about dinner later?" He suggested as he followed you once again. "I can make a quick reservation at the restaurant we used to go to often or that ramen place that's around the corner-"

"Enji." You spoke turning to look at him, "Why are you suddenly trying to act like how things used to be? You- we've had months to fix things but we never did."

Rubbing the back of his neck, a sigh escaped. "Because..."

You waited, wishing, hoping that he'd elaborate on his reason, to explain as to why he wanted to fix things but he never did. Shaking your head you placed your hand on the doorknob, as your back turned to face him you spoke.

"You can't keep doing this... wanting to suddenly try to change things when you don't ever bother telling me why. It hurts... for once I wish you'd actually use your own words without me trying to figure it out by the tiny clues you try to give me."

Your eyes started to turn watery, sniffling you wiped away the tears that threatened to escape with your other hand. "If you won't change your ways... then I guess there won't ever be a chance for us to rescue what we once had."

He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to stop you but he froze. You were gone, making it too late for him to ever say what was on his mind.

"Morning, Endeavor." Kurumada said, smiling at him as he opened the door for his boss to get in.

"Morning." Enji mumbled as he got inside.

His morning felt so slow, after you had left, he realized how lonely the house was. Since he left his old house to his children and Rei, he never thought he would experience it all over again.

The thoughts that were running through his mind were derailing him into a spiral of sadness and loneliness. He didn't want to picture his life without you but he had to be realistic that maybe your relationship had run its course.

That maybe he was paying for all the things he did to his family.

"Am I not picking up, Mr. Hawks?" Kurumada asked. "Endeavor, sir?"

Enji was too wrapped up in his thoughts to acknowledge the question that was being asked.

Kurumada understood he needed time alone and continued driving to the agency in silence.

Upon arriving to his agency he saw his son Shoto arriving as well. Enji headed inside only giving him a small nod with no bickering or even a good morning, that would sometimes catch Shoto off guard.

"Did something happen?" Shoto asked Kurumada.

"Good morning young Todoroki," he said. "Actually I was going to ask you the same thing. Endeavor was quiet this morning."

"Did he not arrive here with Hawks?"

He shook his head. "I asked him but he didn't respond to my question. I haven't seen him this quiet since he left his old home."

Shoto thanked him and went inside following Enji. Although they had their difficulties it made him worry about what could possibly be going on with his father.

There was a knock at the door, Enji looked up. "Come in." He spoke.

The door opened to reveal Shoto, "Endeavor we got the info on those villains that blew up the cars."

"Okay." He said looking back down at the papers that were on his desk but didn't move a muscle to complete them.

Shoto noticed he wasn't moving at all like he usually did whenever a report or a notice about some villains came in. He was zoned out.

"Do you not want to go and talk to them yourself?"

He shook his head, "No it's fine. I'm sure someone else can attend to it."

There was something going on, it had been months since Enji has actually acted like himself. Shoto didn't want to butt into his business but sooner or later it was going to affect his work.

"I know it's not my business," Shoto said walking towards him and stood in front of his desk. "Your private life is yours, but did something happen between you and y/n?"

Enji sighed closing his eyes as he rested his head in his hands, elbows on his desk. "W-we're just-" he felt hesitant to say anything, but knew he had to talk to someone. "We've been distant to tell you the truth, things haven't been the same. I do not know how it began but before I was able to stop it, the distance grew... now I don't know what to do."

"Can I?" Shoto asked pointing at the chair.

"Sure."

He sat down looking directly at him. "Did it start when you had to stay overnight?"

"No..." Enji leaned back into his chair. "At least I don't think so... she was working long shifts as well that we barely had enough time to see one another."

"I'm not an expert but maybe both of you didn't have time for one another after being overworked. You said you'd get home at different times, it's normal to be exhausted."

"I saw how tired she got home, barely had enough energy in her to shower let alone eat." He closed his eyes trying to think back to when was the last time you two spend any time together. "It pained me to see her so worn out, I didn't want to bug her or complain about not being able to have at least one meal together."

"I'm not trying to make you feel even more worse than you already but I gotta be honest," Enji opened his eyes, tilting his head forward to look at his son. "You're making the same mistake as you did with mom."

"What are you talking-"

"I'm talking about how you're ignoring the issue and pushing it under the rug. You're both waiting for one another to bring it up but too afraid to say anything." Shoto sighed, "The longer you wait to talk to her about how you're feeling... you'll only end up losing her. Y/n has been a great part of your life we can all tell how much she's helped and changed you. To be honest we are fond of her too so is mom so it would suck to lose her as well."

A small smile formed on his lips. "I'm happy to see that you guys had approved of her... it means a lot to hear that son."

Shoto looked away feeling embarrassed. "I-I uh know we've had our differences but... even so you deserve to be happy too."

It swelled his chest with happiness knowing that had his son's support. Not only that, but also that their relationship was changing slowly but surely for the better.

A call then came in interrupting their conversation. "Give me one sec." He said and pressed on the button letting the call come through.

"Yes?"

"Endeavor sir, a villain was reported terrorizing the city a few blocks away from the agency near Kozumi technology. We were asked to rush in."

"Kozumi technology?" Shoto asked. "Isn't that the place where Y/n works?"

"It is." He quickly answered back. "We're on our way send us the address."

Shoto followed Enji quickly out of his office, as he fixed his gear, worry ran through his mind. Hoping and silently praying that the villain didn't get anywhere near you.

"I think this will be the best approach." You said trying to block out the noise that was coming from waiting room's tv.

"It sure does sound like the better option, they asked for something different," your boss said smiling. "They're going to love it-"

"Endeavor you have been told that you're the last hero the citizen's trust," the reporter said. "Do you think they'll ever be able to trust you?"

"My duty is to protect each human life whether they see me as a number one hero or not," he answered. "I am here to make sure villains do not torment the city or cause fear. I will make sure to show them that they can trust me, I hope one day they do accept me as the next number one hero."

"Are you saying that you care about the public's opinion? When just a few months ago you said you could care less about what they thought about you."

"Alright you're dismissed, thank you for your hard work." He said.

"Thank you sir." You answered and quickly walked out of the office, stopping at the tv on the way to your invention room.

It was visible to see how nervous and stressed he was due to the reporters lack of empathy. She knew what she was doing, trying to make him look as the bad guy by any means necessary.

"How can the public trust anything you're saying when we saw and heard that one of the most notorious wanted criminal, Dabi, said you were his father." She shoved the microphone closer to his face, making him stagger back. "Are you going to do everything to make sure he doesn't go to jail?"

Enji's eyes downcasted, "No... Dabi committed many crimes even though it hurts me to see my own son being punished it's something that must happen."

"Is it true that you were the cause behind his behavior?" She slightly smirked. "If a hero hurts his own family too, the innocent people have a right to feel afraid of someone like yourself-"

You clenched your jaw tightly, hands turning into fists. Your eyes quickly scanned the tv trying to find the location of where it was taking place. Luckily a message was sent to you about his whereabouts.

"Good," you mumbled seeing the interview was taking place down the street. Quickly you ran out of the building, not excusing yourself as you bumped into people. Your anger had risen, yes your relationship wasn't the same as it used to but you still loved him. No one else knew what you did, all the stuff he went through that fateful day when he found out about his existence. It wasn't fair to him to get treated as if he wasn't a human being with emotions.

When you had arrived the crowd had grown, some people were shouting for his defence while others stayed silent listening her speak.

"-aren't you the same reason as to why Rei Todoroki had to be sent to the hospital because you labeled your children's mother as a threat to their safety?"

You were beyond furious now. As you marched towards her people took a step back feeling the irritability radiating off of you. Your hand quickly connected with her cheek, stopping her from saying anything else.

The crowd became silent.

Enji was too shocked to say anything, he didn't know if it was because you showed up or that you slapped her in front of live tv.

You could feel the stinging sensation on your hand, but you didn't care. The reporter however held her cheek tightly, staring at you in shock. A bruise starting to form around her red skin.

"What the hell is your problem?!" You shouted.

"My problem?" She questioned looking at you as if you were crazy. "You're the one that just slapped me?!"

"You're seriously going to make yourself the victim? After all the bullshit you've thrown at him?" Staring at her down you continued. "Since the interview started you've done nothing but berate him in front of live TV for your pleasure. You never even once stopped to think about what he has been through!"

"Why should I?!" She retorted. "Endeavor is the most selfish, egotistical, bastard hero that has ever lived. He's never cared about his fans or those around him! It's my job to speak out the truth because others care too much about their reputation to do so."

"That's going to make you likeable?" You asked. "Do you think people who watch your show actually like you? The only thought that runs through their mind is seeing how much of a loud mouth, bitch you are."

Her eyes widened. "What did you just call me-"

"You heard me!" You exclaimed. "You make it seem as if no one can make mistakes these days. Every single hero you've interviewed you brought them down. Not once have you had anything good to say about them or the amazing hero work they've done. And I'm sick of it."

She stepped forward moving her hair to side. "If you hate it so much then why don't you go complain to my higher ups?"

"Oh trust me," you closed the gap between you two, glaring at her. "I'm planning on making sure this little show stops."

"Why do you even care about him?" She pointed at Enji, looking at him. "He's the worst possible person to hold the number one title."

Your face flushed a bright red, you could feel your heart racing faster. Standing tall, you stepped back looking at everyone around you. You walked over to Enji, standing beside him.

"Because I've seen how he's put himself back together after all the tragedies that have stuck." You spoke. "After fighting that flying nomu he didn't stop to rest afterwards, he cooperated with the police to find a way to stop them from attacking the city. He visited the people who were affected by that monster."

Turning your head to the side, you tilted your head up to look at him. To really take a good at him, for the first time since you two became distant.

"Yes he wasn't the best hero even before he was given the number one spot," you smiled small at him. "But nobody is perfect. Endeavor has struggled to make himself a better person and evolve but I've seen it first hand. He's worked hard none stop to make change and put an end to the league of villains. I know the difference that he can make, he's the hero who can do it." Putting your pride aside you reached out and held his hand lovingly. "So I ask that we give him the chance to prove himself and for him to show us what he's all about. Endeavor deserves it just like anyone else deserves a second chance."

Enji looked at you with such love in his eyes, he was taken back by your actions but it only made him fall in love with you all over again. He forgot how warm your skin always felt, compared to his, no matter what the weather was like. He missed having you close to him, holding you during cold nights. Or when you would let him lay his head on your chest when he came home tired. He missed everything about you.

"Thank you for being here for me." He softly spoke.

You blushed looking down at your intertwined hands. "I-I couldn't let her speak about you like that... it wasn't right."

"I'm so sorry about how I've acted..." he sighed taking a hold of your other hand. "I shouldn't have let the distance grow between us."

"It was both our faults, don't blame only yourself." You said. "I should have sat down with you and talked like the adults we are. I'm sorry for not putting effort either especially this morning... I know you meant well."

Enji closed the distance between you both. "I promise from now on things are going to be different." He slowly leaned in, forgetting about the crowd that was still surrounding you two. He waited to see if there was any hesitation on your part, seeing there was none he continued.

You closed your eyes, feeling the light stubble he had grown on his face. You even stopped breathing as he got closer.

Your lips then connected together, even though it was the first time, the kiss felt magical. His lips were a lot softer than they had appeared to be. You missed him. The kiss just confirmed that the love you once had was still there waiting for it to escape to the surface again.

A smile formed on his lips making you chuckle. You both stood close kissing each other away, not even listening to the cheers and awes that erupted around you two.

Everything felt just as how it's supposed to be.

After a minute or so you both pulled away, mirroring each other's grinning faces. Enji pulled you into his chest as you hid your blushing face.

"I love you beautiful." He whispered into your ear.

You smiled resting the side of your face on his chest, hearing his heart beating fast.

"I love you too."

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Joseph Quinn x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warning: none.

Summary: Joseph Quinn is ready to propose to his long-time girlfriend, but he can't help but to think about their love story.

Part 1 can be found here

Joseph Quinn's POV:

YN is due to fly back home in a few days and I still haven't proposed to her. I knew the timing didn't really matter for us, but I wanted her to go back home with the ring on her finger.

Joe has text me every chance he gets to see if I have asked her. I can just imagine the face he is giving his phone every time I text back "no."

But to me, it had to be the right moment. It didn't matter if it was just us out to dinner or taking a walk, but it just had to be the right moment....and it hasn't been yet.

Yet I knew time was running out if I wanted to propose to her now.

~

My alarm woke me on the second to last day that YN was here, but I was able to turn it off before it woke her.

YN's eyes started to flutter open but I wrapped my arms gently around her and hummed our song quietly to her to get her to fall back to sleep.

It worked.

She was tired after shopping yesterday. We spent almost the whole day together shopping for ourselves, our baby boy and our friends and family.

We even went to the post office to have everything sent home.

Just the thought of her going home and leaving my side once more had me kissing the top of her head and muttering about how much I love her as we laid in bed.

Which brought on all these memories of us. Like when the two of us first met in Primary School.

It was half way into Year 6 when the teacher announced to the class that we were getting a new student. The class was excited but confused about getting a new classmate half way though the year.

We were all excited when the day finally arrived and that was when I first met YN LN. She stood in front of the class as our teacher introduced her. Nervous, but trying to put on a brave face.

A desk was placed next to my spot and YN sat next to me. I held out my hand and introduced myself. YN looked down at my hand and then looked into my eyes and even though I didn't know it then, I fell for her.

"Nice to meet you Joey." YN said to me with a big smile.

YN pulled me from my thoughts as she moved a bit, to try and get comfy, but never once did she waken.

I went back to my thoughts of us. Like when YN was getting bullied by two boys from the other class.

The school year was almost over and YN and I already made plans to meet up with one another after our families come back from our own holidays.

The two of us were walking to school. We have ever since the day we met. We didn't live that far from one another.

But as the two of us were walking, I noticed that she was very quiet. "What is wrong with you? Why are you so quiet?" I finally asked her.

"Just tired is all." Was her reply. Then she put her hair behind her right ear. I knew she was lying. I stopped walking and that made YN, who only got a few steps ahead of me, stop and turn around to look at me.

"Why did you stop?"

"Why are you lying to me?" The two of us asked at the same time.

"I'm not lying to you Joey." She said to me, but she wasn't looking at me now. She was looking down at the path. Her History book which she was holding in her hands, was tight against her chest.

"YN, I'm not gonna pry it out of you but I know you are. Just know I am here for you when you are ready to talk." And I didn't mention it again.

But a few days later on our walk home, YN told me everything. How Ian Brown and Adam Smithyman were bullying her. How they would tease her and pull on her hair. They even took her notebook and threw it in a puddle.

"Why didn't you say anything to me YN?" I asked her.

"I was hoping they would stop, but they haven't and I just want them to leave me alone. I thought about going to a teacher but that may just make it worse." Tears were threatening to fall and that broke my heart.

So that weekend I found the two of them at the park and questioned them about it. They stood there proudly as the admitted to bullying her.

I only saw red as I tackled Ian to the ground and started to punch him. Adam tried to get me off of him but I just kept pushing him away.

A couple of adults broke up our fight. I got in trouble and was grounded when my Parents were called.

"Why did you do this Joseph?" My Mother asked as she harshly put a bag of frozen carrots on the bruise on my cheek.

"They were bullying YN. Pulling her hair, throwing her schoolbooks in the puddles." I told them, not even caring that I am in trouble. I just needed to stand up for my best friend and all the punishment in the world will be worth it.

My parents just looked at one another and did that thing all couples do, talk to each other without actually saying a word.

They told me I was grounded for one week instead of two. I didn't even ask why they reduced the grounding.

That following Monday I was waiting for YN at our usual spot that we always meet up at to walk to school, when I saw her walking towards me with a huge smile on her face.

I was going to say good morning like I always did, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hug before I could speak. I hugged her back and she pulled back just enough so I could still see her face but her arms were wrapped around my neck.

"Thank you Joey. Ian and Adam came to my house to apologise for everything. They told me they would leave me alone."

"It was nothing." I shrugged my shoulders and tried to play it cool. She just rolled her eyes at me.

"Either way, thank you." YN then leaned in and kissed my cheek gently. Her watch beeped and she gasped as she realised that we were gonna be late. She let go of me and started to walk to school.

But I didn't move. I placed my hand on the cheek that she kissed, not believing that she actually did that. "Come on Joey, we're gonna be late."

YN stirred once more and she slowly opened her eyes. "Mm good morning handsome." YN said to me as she looked up at me."

"Good morning beautiful." I leaned down and captured her lips in mine. I smiled into the kiss as I heard her sigh, but then she pulled away.

"Be right back. Someone's baby is sitting on my bladder." She teased as she left the bed. Once she was in the bathroom, she called out that she was going to take a bath.

I was alone once more with my memories. Like when we had our first kiss.

It was year 9 when we were at our friend Eliza's birthday party. Who had this great idea to do 7 minutes in heaven. We each put our names in a hat. At the time, there was one for boys and one for girls.

I was nervous, not wanting my first kiss to be with just anybody, but as the game went on and more and more people got called, there was only eight of us left. Eliza put her hand into the girls hat.

"YN."

YN, who was sitting next to me, stood up and waited for the guy to be called. I looked at the guys that were left and I the thoughts I had about them were not nice in that moment, even though we are friends.

"Joseph." Our friends all started to tease us, just like we did for the others. I stood up and YN and I walked towards the pantry that is being used for this game.

The door closed and it was dark in the room. We didn't say a word to one another for a long while. "We don't have to do this YN." I said to my best friend.

"I know."

I know this would be her first real kiss and I didn't want to rush her. "But we may as well. I mean, who else do I trust more than you Joseph Quinn?"

"If you are sure YN?" I asked one last time as she stood closer to me. "I am sure Joey." She whispered and I leaned down as I gently cupped her face with my hands and kissed her gently on the lips. It was only about ten seconds but I wanted to kiss her again and again, but I didn't.

The pantry door swung open at that moment, our time cut short. Eliza was standing there, panicked. "My Mom is home, get out of there."

YN and I never mentioned that kiss again. Not until we were much older.

YN takes long baths and they seem to be longer ever since she found out she was pregnant. I know it helps her to relax.

I wanted to join her but my stomach started to grumble. I knocked on the washroom door. "Gonna order some breakfast. What would you like?"

I took down her order and then I ordered room service, making sure to get what she wants and is craving. No need for a fight because I forgot how she wanted her eggs. The pregnancy hormones are crazy at this stage but I wouldn't change this for the world.

Which got me thinking about our first big fight.

I just was attending Emanuel and just got the scholarship as part of their drama scholar program. I was excited to tell YN, but for some reason when I did, she wasn't excited for me.

"Oh."

"Oh? Is that all you can say about this YN? This will help me to get better at acting." I only had one small role at the time.

"I am so happy for you Joseph." Oh no, she called me Joseph instead of Joey. "I don't get why you aren't. This is my dream to be an actor and you know that YN." I was getting angry at the fact that she wasn't happy for me.

"I told you I am happy, now just drop it." She went to close her front door on me but I blocked it with my arm. "No, I will not. Why can't you be happy for me?"

"Just go live your life and be a star Joseph. You are so busy now will your classes and your plays, you may as well forget about me." I was so stunned that I actually dropped my arm and she closed the door and locked it on me.

I tried to get her to open it by knocking first, then banging on the door. The neighbours told me to knock it off or they were going to call the Police. I tried calling her after that and texting, but no response.

I finally had enough of being ignored so I showed up to her house one day. Her Mom was working in the garden.

"Nice to see you Joey. YN is in her room." I thanked her and walked into my second home and down the stairs to the basement, which is where YN's bedroom has been for three years now.

I knocked on the open door and YN looked up. "How did you get in here?"

"Your Mom let me in. I have been trying to get us to talk for days YN."

"I told you just to forget about me. You have better friends at that school." YN wasn't even looking at me as she continued to sit on her bed. She was holding a teddy bear I won for her at the fair, close to her chest.

"Now how can I ever or want to forget about my best friend?" I am very confused about this.

"I am just holding you back. You have more in common with those people." I was stunned to hear her say that. I sat down next to her on her bed, just like so many times before.

"Yes, we have the love of acting in common but they are not you. They are not my best friend. They have no idea what I am scared of. What my favourite song is or book. Hell, they don't even know my favourite colour or when my birthday is. They do not know my deepest, darkest secrets. The only person who knows them is you."

"I am scared to lose you Joey." She finally said to me.

"You, my dear YN will never lose me. We made a pact when we were 12 years old that we will always be in eachothers lives and I never break a promise."

She smiled at me and hugged me. I was going to say something but then her Mom called us up for lunch.

There was a knock on the hotel door. I opened it and our breakfast is here. I tipped them and I was once again alone.

I called out to YN that breakfast was here and she said she will be out in a few minutes.

I started on my meal, knowing that she would be more upset if I waited for her. As I bit into my potatoes, I thought back to when YN and I were both in relationship, but with other people.

I was dating a woman from my drama program and YN was dating someone from her University, but her and I always made time for one another. We still met up once a week and I text her more than my own girlfriend.

I get why anyone who we dated were always jealous of her. YN was the main woman in my life, even though I was lying to myself at the time, but they always knew it.

"I want you to end your friendship with YN." She asked me as I taking bite of my mashed potatoes.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me Joseph." I made a face when she called me that. Calling me that like I am in trouble.

"We have talked about this. She isn't going anywhere. She is my bestfriend." Which my ex scoffed at.

"Oh please, it is like you are dating her and me at the same time. Her boyfriend feels the same way."

"Since when did you and Alex text?" I wasn't even jealous. I should of been but I wasn't.

"After our fourth double date. We felt like you two were in a relationship."

"Well, I am not ending my friendship with YN." I told her.

"Then it is over between us. We can all see it but you two can't. You're in love with her and her with you." I tried to deny it. We fought the whole way go her house. I was denying my feelings even though she was right.

I wasn't even upset as I dropped her off at her house. I went straight to YN's dorm, knowing she would be there. I knocked on the four times and YN opened it.

"Alex and I broke up."

"Same with Annie and I." I took my spot in her chair and her and on her bed. "

He wanted me to end our friendship."

"She wanted the same thing. She also said that we are in love with one another."

"Oh please. Alex said the same thing." It seemed to get hotter in her room. The two of us didn't say anything. Her roommate opening the door broke the tension.

I left not long after that. Trying to wrap my head around this whole night. I couldn't sleep as the one person on my mind was YN.

I knew Annie was right, just like all the others were. I tried to call YN the next morning but it went straight to voicemail. I realised that she would be at work. She works Tesco on the weekends for extra cash.

I knew her car was in the shop, so I text her to let her know that I wad picking her up at the end of her shift. All I got back wasa thumbs up emoji.

I was there way earlier than I needed to be, but I was nervous. I am finally going to admit to YN that I am in love with her.

I saw her exit through the backdoor and she headed straight for my car. She opened the passenger door and slipped into the seat.

"YN I have something," but she cut me off. She really only does that when she is nervous.

"I love you Joey."

"I love you too." It isn't the first time we have said it to one another. I mean, she is my bestfriend.

"No, not just as a bestfriend. I have pushed my feelings aside for you for so long and I," this time I cut her off by kissing her. I cupped her face with my hands and she wrapped her arms around my neck, just like all those years ago.

I have no idea how long we made out for in the parking lot of her job, but the sound of a car alarm finally broke us two apart. She leaned her forehead against mine and we both closed our eyes.

"I love you Joseph Quinn."

"I love you YN LN."

"And I love you to Joey." Her voice startled me. I had no idea I said that out loud.

"What have you been thinking about love? I have been out for two minutes and you didn't even acknowledge me." She said as she took a bite of her waffles. I noticed that she was just in her bathrobe.

"Just us and our own love story." She blew me a kiss as her mouth was full of waffles.

The two of us talked about what we were going to do for the rest of the day. I went and showered as YN finished her breakfast.

We were both getting dressed for the day when I saw the velvet box that I hid in my bag.

I grabbed it and looked behind me and saw that YN was in the bathroom doing her hair and makeup.

I got down on one knee just out of her sight and waited with baited breath.

"Joey, I was thinking we should..." Her voice trailed off as she finally saw me. Her hands covered her mouth.

"YN, the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew in my core that my life’s about to change. When you sat next to me on your first day of Primary School, is etched forever as it was that moment something, some unusual feeling that my life is about to change. And true enough, after speaking with you, it felt like I’ve known you since forever. Who would have thought that the stranger next to me that day will be the person I won’t last a day without. Today, I want to let you know that you are the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. In many different stages and versions, regardless of the change – good or bad, I want to experience it with you…Will you marry me?”

Tears were streaming down her face as I finished my proposal.

"Yes." That one simple word almost made me cry as I slipped the ring on her finger. I got up and I kissed her.

We were smiling into the kiss and then she gasped and pulled away slightly.

"You okay love?" I asked her.

"It seems like our son is excited as well." She placed my hand on her stomach and I could feel him going crazy.

"I love you Joey, so very much."

"I love you forever and always YN."

~

The two of us spent the day together. Doing whatever she wanted to do. Joe text me twice and I ignored him both times as I was busy.

YN was wondering why I was ignoring him but I explained to her why. She laughed about how Joe kept pushing for me to propose.

"He is just a romantic Joey. He loves love."

But he is always impatient, so he decided a video call was best.

"Joe I am busy."

"Did you?" He ignored me.

I turned the phone around and YN held up her hand.the scream that came from him actually had me worried.

I turned the phonw back round to me and he was dancing.

"My boy is getting married!"

Part 1 ♤ Part 3

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x female reader #joseph quinn fluff #eddie munson #stranger things season four

[greazyfloz]

Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 17

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WARNING: HEAVY CONTENT, DR*GS & R*PE (SLIGHT NOT FULL DETAIL) INVOLVED

Mark ended up staying with me that night. We talked about the situation a little more and decided that we wouldn’t let it affect us. It was still so early to let something break us now.

“I tried telling Ethan that I wasn’t going to stop seeing you” Mark says as we lay in my bed. I lay with my head in his chest as he plays with my hair

“Tried?”

“Yeah he cut me off before I could, said he didn’t want to hear it” Mark says and I sit up on the bed and look down at him

“Maybe I should try and call him” I say and Mark shrugs his shoulders.

I reach over and grab my phone and scroll through. I hover over his name with my thumb for a second before clicking it. The phone rings twice before it’s declined. Mark looks at my sad face as I put my phone back down. 

“He declined it. God is he going to hate me forever?” I say as tears fill my eyes. 

Mark begins to sit up scooching in closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. He kisses my head then rests his on mine.

A couple days go by, it’s now Friday. The boys leave early next week for frozen four but tonight they party. Nolan is throwing a party to celebrate last Sunday’s big win which means both Ethan, Mark and I will likely be in the same room. Ethan hasn’t talked to me since Tuesday when all this shit hit the fan. 

I just finish getting ready when I can’t find my mascara anywhere. It’s the last thing I have to do before I am done getting ready but of course I can’t find it. I make my way back into the bathroom and open the drawer to see my pregnancy test but it looks a little weird. 

I pick it up and inspect it, noticing a faint line. I drop the test on the floor and run to my room to grab my phone. I dial Savannah right away. She answers, “Savannah, can you bring me another pregnancy test?”

“Oh my god, I’m on my way!” She says and she was right. She was at my place within 20 minutes. She came with two. We made our way up to my bathroom and shut the door behind us.

“Look” I say handing her the test I took on Tuesday

“It could just be running ink” she says inspecting it, “or you could be pregnant”

I grab the cup that I brought up from the kitchen when I was waiting for Savannah to get here and peed in it before opening the tests and dipping them both in the cup. I click the cap back on and wait for the results. 

I look at Savannah with tears in my eyes, “oh no, don’t cry! You don’t even know the results” she says to me

“He hates me” I say, “Ethan hates me”

Savannah brings me in and starts rubbing my back, she shushes me while I lay my head on my shoulder. “He will come back” she says to me

She stays hugging me until the alarm goes off on her phone. I stand up and look at her before turning over the tests. “I wanna do this alone” I tell her

“ are you sure?“ she asked me. I nod, Then I watch her leave the bathroom slowly, looking back at me as she shuts the door.

I take a deep breath, and I turn the two tests over at the same time, both displaying the same pink plus mark. Tears start to form in my eyes, and I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle any sound that leaves my mouth. I begin to cry, silently, wondering what am I gonna do.

I quickly compose myself by wiping the tears from under my eyes, and looking at myself in the mirror to try and calm myself down before putting the two tests in the drawer. I walk out of the bathroom and into my room to see savannah laying on my bed, watching me as I enter the room.

“ so?” savannah asks me anxiously waiting for my reply

“ not pregnant” I lied to her, I thought she believed me at first, but the fake smile on my face told a different story.

“ prove it, where did you put the two tests?” Savannah asked me standing up from the bed. “ I know you well enough to know when you’re lying. Are you pregnant y/n?”

“ y-yes” I whimper as the tears escaped my eyes that I didn’t even know were welling up inside of me.

Savannah looks at me with sadeyes before coming in close and wrapping me and her arms holding me in a tight hug. I hug her back as I cry into her shoulder.

“ this can’t be happening to me. What am I gonna do?“ I cry out. I don’t think anybody can answer the questions I have for why the past few weeks have had to happen to me or why my life had to become so complicated.

“ are you going to keep it?“ Savannah asked me. I pull away to look at her.

“ I don’t know“ I say, “ how do I have a kid with someone who hates me, and Mark will probably leave me because I know that this baby is Ethan’s”

“ or maybe it’s a false positive“ Savannah tries to reassure me

Since my roommates weren’t at home tonight, I decided to invite all of the girls over to my place for the pregame. I look over at the time and see that they should be here within the next 20 minutes. I get up from my bed and go back to the bathroom to fix my make up.

By the time I finish fixing my make up, I hear the front door open and the girls arrive inside of my house. Savannah walks into the bathroom to let me know they are here.

“ are you going to tell them?” she asked me

“ no I don’t want anyone knowing yet” I say, as I think of Mark.

Savannah goes downstairs to greet the girls as I walk to my room and change my shirt into something more… Slutty. Something in my brain tells me to dress more provocatively to throw people off so no one would ever guess I was pregnant.

I make my way down the stairs and the girls all coo. Savannah's eyes widen a little bit as she sees my outfit change from what it was before to what it is now, especially after knowing what she knows.

“ holy shit! What a hottie” Khloe says

“ I know that Ethan will not be able to keep his eyes off you tonight. That’s the plan, right?” Nicole says, earning dirty looks from the rest of the girls for mentioning Ethan.

The girls all begin to drink, but I decide not to. I get a couple of weird looks from the girls, especially Nicole. She looks over at me quite a few times just to give me a questioning look

“ you good? Thought you weren’t pregnant… drink up!” She says to me

“ I’m gonna wait until I get to the party I think” I say back to her

“ yeah cause that always works in your favour” Nicole says, referring to the last time I decided to really start to drink at a party.

Nolan’s house was probably the closest to my house out of all of the girls which is why we pregame at mine. Once we felt it was time that we could go to the party and that enough people would be there we made our way. The walk was about 15 minutes but I feel like I’m the only person that really felt that 15 minutes without any alcohol in me.

When we walked into the party, the first thing I saw was a girl all over Ethan. She had his arms around him, and he had his arm over his shoulder as she was whispering in his ear. He didn’t really seem that interested in her until he saw me walk into the room. He then lifted her chin, and pressed his lips to hers. If only he knew I was carrying his child.

I see him look at me as he’s making out with the girl, and I shake my head and make my way to Nolan’s kitchen, asking Nicole to come with me. “ hands and knees.” I say to her as we stand in front of the cupboard in which we found the bottle of vodka at the last party Nolan threw.

Nicole gets down on her hands and knees and she laughs the whole way down. I take a step on her back as I reach up in the cupboard and luckily there were about four bottles, two of which, being vodka and the other two being tequila. I decided I was going to go hard and went with tequila. I step off Nicole’s back and she stands up and opens the fridge.

“ no, no, I don’t need to chase” I tell her and she closes the fridge door slowly.

“ Ookay, let’s go back out to the party then” she tells me

“ I’ll be right out there” I say to her as I open the bottle of tequila and down as much as I can, in one chug. I think to myself, I have a lot of catching up to do as I continue to chug down the bottle. 

I look around, making sure Savannah didn’t see me before peeling out the back door onto the back deck where I sit on patio furniture alone. There’s a lot of people inside Nolan's house. So I’m not surprised at how many people are coming in and out.

I am probably outside for a good hour before the bottle of tequila is finished. This is probably the fastest I’ve ever drank a whole bottle. At this point maybe alcohol poisoning was something I needed. I thought to myself, as I stood back up to enter the house to go back to the kitchen to grab another bottle.

When I stepped into the kitchen, I saw Khloe and asked her if she could give me a boost so I could reach the cupboard. Khloe, who is talking to Brad, takes a step towards me and leans over.

“ Nicole told me that you already had a bottle with you“ she says to me

“ well… I want another one”

“ I’ll give you a boost” Brad says to me as he comes in closer. 

I look around to make sure Nolan or Savannah couldn’t see me as I sneak more of his liquor. Brad grips both sides of my waist with his hands and says “ready?”, before lifting me up. I grab onto the top of the fridge for more support as I open the cupboard door and grab the other bottle of tequila.

Brad sets me back down on the floor and I nod at him before turning around and going back out on the deck once again.

Once I’m sitting on the outdoor furniture, I unscrew the cap off this bottle of tequila and take a long, hard swig. This point the tequila starts tasting like water to me. I hear the door behind me open and hear a familiar voice call to me.

“Oh hey y/n. I didn’t think I’d see you here… Oh, wait, you’re the only person I knew for sure would be here.” Caleb says as he sits on the furniture across from me.

“ what do you want?“ I slur

“ oh wow, I knew you get drunk fast, but you have to have a reason to get drunk this fast tonight”

“ how do you know- how do you know when I got here?” I slur again

“ I don’t know when you got here, but I do know when Nicole got here and it wasn’t that long ago“

“ why were you talking to Nicole?” I slur as I rub my eyes, trying to clear my vision, but it remains blurry.

“ for the same reason you wanna see me” he says and reaches into his back pocket

“ sMark know you’re here?” I slur my words to ask him about the guy that has kicked his ass more than once.

“ no, smark doesn’t know I’m her” he says to me, followed by a chuckle, “ but I know you won’t tell him, because I have even better stuff for you tonight”

“ just don’t hurt me” I said to him, “ I’ve been through enough”

“ so you want something harder?” he says, “ I’m starting to think you might have a little problem y/n”

“ who cares, at- at this point”

“See, I’ve always had a little crush on you. Do you know what I fantasize doing with you?”

“ why do you have a crush on me? I thought I was a whore.”

“ but I like whores. They are easy. That’s why I like you.” he says bringing his chair closer to mine. I struggle bringing the bottle to my lips and Caleb brings his hand up to help me guide it.

Once the bottle hits my lips, I tilt my head back, not even realizing how much I am consuming as Caleb’s hand pushes the bottle back further, allowing the liquor to run faster down my throat. I begin to cough in the bottle a little bit, and Caleb takes the bottle away from my lips.

“ impressive” he says to me, “ I know eventually you’ll pay me back, I don’t think tonight is the safest place for me though so I think I’ll just give you what you want tonight then maybe tomorrow night you can give me what I want“

“ what do you want?“ I slur and Caleb chuckles, watching me in the state I am in. I bring the bottle back up to my lips again needing Caleb’s help before finishing the bottle. He reaches over and reaches for my hips, and I stand up.

“No, no, no. Come sit here” he says tugging my wobble hips down on his lap. He reaches in my shirt and grabs my tit. I moan out in discomfort. He looks back seeing the people that were once on the deck with us leave as his other wraps around me and unbuttons my pants. “you said you had a hard week, are you in pain?” he asked me slipping his hand down in my pants.

“Mhmm” I mumble as I wipe my eyes again.

“ the stuff I have tonight you’re gonna have to consume in a different way. Are you down for that pretty girl?” 

“Mhmm” I mumble again, at this point I can’t feel much of my body but I feel him slide a finger inside of me.

“ I can’t help you do this part, but I’ll set it up for ya“ he says, pulling his hand out of my pants. He takes powder out of his bag, along with a pill. He takes the pill out of its own little bag and crushes it onto the table beside me with a pocket knife that he was carrying. “ I’d let your little friend Mark now I carry this” he says, as he crushes up the pill.

Once the pill is crushed up, he mixes it into the bag full of white powder and spreads a line across the table in front of me. “ just sniff up and drag your nose across the line” he instructs me, “ it may hurt a little bit, but it will wake you up“ he says, as he stands “ come on”

I lean over stumbling on to my hands and knees over to the table and he helps me line my face up so my nose is hovering over one side of the line. I drunkenly moan as he positions my body around, like a ragdoll.

“ Okay, just like I just taught you. Sniff up and drag your nose across the table. One big sniff” he tells me

I begin to sniff, and he helps me by dragging my head across the table. He then helps me get up back into the chair. I feel him pull my pants all the way down, instead of his fingers he pushes my panties over and rapes me. “You like that?” he says

“Nnn” I moan out is displeasure unable to speak, I feel him grab both sides of my face with his hand as he pushed it upwards to look up at him

“Wrong answer” he says, I couldn’t piece together if he slapped or punched me but I felt a pain in my cheek. He pulls out and I open my eyes. “I gotta go, but that was just a sneak peak for tomorrow night“ he says before aggressively, pressing his lips onto mine, then removing them quickly, leaving.

I lie in the chair outside on the back deck as a couple other people come out, my vision is blurry, but their voices are unrecognizable. 

I lay across the furniture as my vision is almost completely limited. I bring my phone out of my pocket and tell Siri to call Nicole. Nicole answers. After just a few rings I can hear her. She asks me where I am through the phone, but very faintly. I can hear her ask me if I’m still there on the other end of the phone, followed by a bunch of hellos. I drop my phone and I was unable to retrieve it so I lay back down on the furniture.

I lay there staring blankly ahead of me just letting time pass before I hear the door open and check quickly, “ hey, hey“ I hear someone say, as they position me upright, and begin to tap on my cheek, “ are you all right?“ the male voice asks again.

A groan out drunkenly, and I hear another voice “ oh my God, y/n. Are you okay?” the feminine voice says.

“ someone needs to get Ethan” I hear another voice

“ hey, hey” the male I heard before continues to slap me on my cheek as he kneels down in front of me, “ it’s Nolan, did you drink all of this?” he asked me, and I know he’s pointing at the two bottles of tequila on the ground beside me. All I can do is nod my head. 

“ Nolan look” I hear a voice say and the body in front of me stands up away from in front of my face.

“ holy fuck!” I hear Nolan say before he nails down back in front of my face. “ yeah, I see some on her face.” he says, gliding his thumb under my nose.

Next thing I know, I began to throw up onto my bare lap. The feminine voice I heard before comes back, “ Ethan is a little busy right now” she says making me throw up again just thinking about what that could mean

“well someone go get Mark then” I heard someone else say.

“no, fuck both of them, call the 911, and someone shut down the party” I hear Nolan demand

“Leave me here” I moan out almost inaudibly, “ go party, I ruin everything, don’t let me ruin this” I say

“No one can understand you,“ Nolan says before I hear a familiar voice. 

“Oh my God what the fuck what happened?“ I hear Mark and I throw up once more.

I hear everyone talk. I can't make it what they are saying, as my eyes start to fall back.

[Savannah POV]

I ran into the house to find Ethan. Apparently he was ”a little busy“ but I don’t care. I push through the crowds of people as I hear some of the guys from the hockey team tell everybody that the party has moved to the bar and that the cops are on their way.

Floods of people start moving to leave the house which makes it even harder to get around, finally I see what Khloe meant when she said he was a little busy. I watch as Ethan has a blond girl sitting in his lap while they jam their tongues down each other’s throat. The girl is rubbing Ethan’s dick through his pants while they play tongue hockey.

I walk a little closer, and try to get his attention, “ Ethan“ I say, but he continues, sliding his tongue down the girl's throat. The music was already shut off, so there was no reason he couldn’t hear me.

“Ethan” I say, again yelling, a little louder and finally getting his attention.

“what?!” he says pissed off that I interrupted

“she needs you” I say, giving him knowing look and he shakes his head

“no, I said I was done”

“Fine,” I say to him as the back door slams open, and Mark pushes through carrying an unconscious y/n. Thankfully, most of the party goers had left the party other than a couple people on the hockey team, the girls, and the blonde chick that Ethan was macking on.

The ambulance arrived, and one of the boys from the hockey team opened the door, letting them into the house. Ethan stands up, pushing the girl off of his lap, making his way to the bathroom. In the bathroom is y/n  laying down on the shower floor as cold water hits her. Nolan leaves the bathroom and greets the paramedics, showing them where to go while Mark pushes the wet strands of hair that get pushed in y/n’s face. Ethan stands inside the doorway watching as the cold water hits her face. Guilt is written all over his. 

The paramedic follows Nolan to the bathroom and turns the shower off before bending down and shining a light in both of her eyes and then trying to find a pulse in her neck. The other paramedic comes in with a stretcher, and they both pick her up and rest her on it.

As the stretcher is wheeled out of the house and back to the ambulance, Ethan follows. He pushes Mark back when he sees Mark try to follow. Ethan and I were able to sit in the back of the ambulance with her while we drove to the hospital.

The paramedic begins, asking me questions as we sit around y/n’s almost dead, looking body. “Were you with her tonight?” She asked me.

“at the beginning, but I lost her as soon as we entered, like almost immediately“

“the man who threw the party said, he thinks she consumed two full bottles of tequila, did she have anything prior to the party?” she asked another question

“ no, she um-“ I say looking over at Ethan as he looks over at me waiting for me to answer the question, “ she wasn’t supposed to, so she didn’t at the pregame. I don’t know why she did at the party.”

I watch Ethan, his face filled with shock from everything that has happened to far as he grabs her hand, holding it tightly with both of his, as the paramedic, ask me another question, “ is there any other substances in her system other than alcohol?” She asked me.

“ I don’t know, there was powder on the table beside her. But that could’ve been from anybody.” I say slightly trying to cover for her

“has this been a problem? Drugs, has she abused them before?” the paramedic asks. I look over to see Ethan look back up from bowing his head to see how I would respond

“Y-yeah” I say, as a tear streaming down my face, “ but not anything bad just normal party stuff not like tonight”

“So you believe that this powder was consumed by her? We need to know it’ll make things a whole lot easier when we get to the hospital.”

“Yes” Ethan speaks up for the first time

“Do you know what she consumed tonight?”

“N-no” I say, and Ethan shakes his head no, 

“Was she found without pants on?”

I couldn’t use my words so I nodded my head. 

“We will need the pants she was wearing tonight, as the clothes on her body may have washed off DNA. Could you ask someone to drop those off? Fewer people touching them the better”

“Okay” I say pulling out my phone to text Khloe

“Any medical conditions, mental health issues, anything like that the doctors may need to know?” 

“She um- I um- I’m sorry Ethan” I say looking at him before looking back at the paramedic, “she found out she was pregnant like not even 4 hours ago”. 

“Are you the supposed father?” the paramedic pieces together what I was saying. Ethan looked stunned. 

“Yes, he is” I say,“I-is she going to be alright?” 

The paramedic did not respond as we rolled up to the hospital. Ethan and I followed the paramedics until a nurse stopped us and guided us to the waiting room.

[Y/N POV]

Parts of the night, I remember, come in flashes. I can see Mark carrying me and dropping me inside of a shower then I see a bright white light shine in my eye than into my other. Ethan. Then I’m being pushed down a white hallway before everything around me goes white too.

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa #umich hockey imagine #umich blurbs #umich hockey #umich imagine #umich hockey smut

[ahsokaismyqueen]

A Not So Good Day

Pairing - Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader

Summary - It’s Spring Break in Hawkins, and you can already tell that it’s going to be a great, relaxing time. Well, until you find out that your best friend might be dead and the gate to the Upside Down might not be as closed as you thought. 

Word Count - 2.1k

Warnings - None! 

Today was going to be a good day, and you knew it. 

Not only were you on your Spring Break for college, but you had also managed to snag the week off for vacation at work. Not to mention last night, you had started rekindling your friendship with Eddie. 

Most importantly though, last night was the first night you had been able to sleep in Steve’s arms in . . . you couldn’t remember when. This morning, when Steve’s alarm had gone off, you had to admit you put up a bit of a fight to keep him in bed for a few minutes longer, nuzzling into his skin and giving him lazy kisses. Of course, being the pushover boyfriend that you loved, he gave in for ten minutes . . . then twenty . . . then a half hour until a phone call from Robin who was waiting on him to open the store had you both scrambling for your clothes and running out the door. 

You had expected a lashing as soon as the two of you pulled up, Steve’s hair a mess and your shirt wrinkled, but Robin still had stars in her eyes from last night. 

A smile formed on your face as you sat behind the desk and watched the two stack videos, Robin talking about how she had made Vicki laugh. “Of course. It’s my Muppet joke. It’s hilarious. Right babe?” Steve called over to you. 

“Oh yes, it makes tears come to my eyes every time.” You teased, smirking at him as he shot a pout your way. 

“Stop flirting and pay attention.” Robin interrupted the two of you. “My point is that Vicki laughed and everything was just like . . .” 

“Perfect?” You supplied when she couldn’t seem to find the words, knowing exactly the feeling she was talking about. 

“It was perfect.” She agreed. 

Steve and you knew Robin well though, and he sensed what was coming. “But?” 

“But I’m having this problem where it’s like, I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say. But then I guess I get nervous, and the words keep spilling out, and it’s like my - my brain is moving faster than my mouth or-or rather my-my mouth is moving faster than my brain. I’m digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging, I’m trying to stop, but I can’t. And I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” 

While Robin had been rambling, Steve had finished stacking his tapes, and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. “Yeah, you are.” He said. 

“I think it’s adorable.” You said, trying to make her feel better. “I bet she does too. I saw her smile at you a few times when you weren’t looking.” You told her, wiggling your eyebrows at her. 

“Wait - you did?” Robin said, hurrying over to you. “Tell me everything.” 

Steve let out a chuckle and kissed your cheek, “I’m going to find a morning movie.” He whispered in your ear, and left you to keep discussing with Robin everything that you had seen last night. 

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat talking, you were trying to encourage the girl that Vicki was into her, because you were sure she was, and Steve was looking for a movie to put on the television. It was only when you heard Steve call out to the two of you that you even realized the tv was on. 

Your heart sank to your stomach, dread and nausea filling up inside of you as you listened to a reporter talk about the death of a Hawkins High Student inside a Trailer Park that you knew very well. Your ears started ringing, making you feel as if you were underwater, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as two faces flashed in front of your eyes, both two people that you cared about very much, one of who could be dead right now. Your knees began to buckle, but Steve was there in an instant, holding you up. “Hey, hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” Steve asked, concern in his voice as you kept your eyes locked on the screen. 

“Eddie and Max . . .” You managed to gasp as the world began to spin around you. “Eddie and Max both live in that trailer park.” You gripped his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself as the room continued to tilt and whirl. “What if it’s one of -”

At that exact moment the door burst open, and all three of you turned to see who arrived. Your brother was storming in like he was on a mission, and to your relief, you saw the girl at his side was Max. 

On unsteady legs you hurried over to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. It wasn’t until that moment you realized how little you had seen of her lately. Between your job, spending time with Steve, and her not hanging out with your brother as much, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had seen her. Guilty, you hugged her tighter. “I saw the trailer park on the news - I didn’t know if it was you -”

“I’m fine.” She insisted, muffled against your shoulder. “Just - can’t - breathe-” 

You pulled away, and looked over at Dustin who was staring at you with sympathy. If Max was okay, did that mean . . . “Eddie?” You said, covering your mouth in horror as you once again felt Steve’s hand supporting you. “No, no,” You murmured, shaking your head back and forth. Your best friend - he couldn’t be -

“Eddie’s fine!” Your brother quickly interrupted, but then exchanged a look with Max. “Well . . . he’s alive.” 

Relief flooded your body, and you collapsed back into Steve’s waiting chest, exhausted from the range of emotions you had gone through. 

“Henderson, what the hell is going on here?” Steve asked as Dustin and Max exchanged another look. 

“Eddie hasn’t been in contact with you?” Dustin asked, and you shook your head. “Do you have any of his other friends’ numbers?” 

“I mean I have the rest of the club’s, but that’s it. Dustin, what happened to him?” You asked. 

But he didn’t answer. Instead, he hurried past the both of you, over the counter, knocking several of their tapes off of it, and got on the computer. “I’m going to need those numbers. Write them down on a sheet of paper.” 

“Dustin, you’re my little brother, and I love you, but I swear to God if you don’t tell me what’s going on right now I’m going to murder you in your sleep.” You told him, frustrated by his lack of response about Eddie’s well-being. 

“Fill them in.” Dustin said, shooting a quick glance at Max, and then turning back to the computer. 

“Fill us in on what?” Robin asked. 

At the look on Max’s face . . . you were scared to know. 

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For over two years now, you have tried to keep Eddie safe from this world. You were afraid that if he knew the sort of dangers you had fought, he’d want to do something to help. Be a part of the adventure. So you hid it from him, not wanting to risk his safety, and now, because you had done that, he was hiding somewhere, probably thinking he was crazy, after experiencing something that even if no one else was, you’re sure was from the Upside Down. 

Because there was no way that Eddie could have killed Chrissy. It wasn’t in his nature to kill anything outside of a mythical creature, but you knew that no one would believe that. 

So you poured everything you had into trying to find him, ignoring the concerned glances that your boyfriend shot your way as you called every number that you could think of trying to find him along with Max and Dustin. It wasn’t until Max got a lead, and Robin figured out how to get the address, that you felt like you could take a little breath. You were sure in your gut that Reefer Rick’s had to be where Eddie was hiding. No other place made sense. “Okay, Dustin, Max, let’s go.” You said, reaching on the counter for Steve’s keys since he had driven today. 

He snatched them before you could. “I’m coming with you guys.” 

“You have to stay and work.” You told him, shaking your head. 

He spun the keys around on his finger. “Robin can take care of things.” 

“If you think I’m missing this, you’re out of your minds.” Robin spoke up. 

Steve shrugged. “Fine. Then we’ll close up shop.” 

You let out a sigh. “Steve . . .” It wasn’t that you didn’t want Steve with you. In fact, you wanted him there more than anyone. The problem was you had no idea what state Eddie was in, and the two of them didn’t have the best track record. For years Steve had looked at Eddie as nothing more than a freak, and Eddie looked at Steve as someone who stole his best friend away from him. There was no telling what kind of trauma Eddie had endured, and Steve seeing him in such a vulnerable state was one of the last things he wanted. 

Steve didn’t say anything, instead searching your eyes in a way that made you fidget. When you broke his gaze, he grabbed a hold of your hand. “Robin start to close up. I’ll get the back half.” He said, and without another word, dragged you to the back of the store. 

“We don’t have time for an argument!” Dustin yelled after the two of you. 

You both ignored him as Steve led you to the back door which he locked before turning back to you. “I don’t want you to go alone.” He said. 

“I won’t be alone. Dustin and Max will be there.” You argued. 

Steve didn’t even have to say the words. The really?  look in his eyes said it all. 

“We’ll be fine,” you tried to reassure him. 

“You realize we’ve been dating for eight months now, right? I know you, and I also know you’re barely keeping it together right now.” He whispered, and you had to fight back a little wince at the brutal honesty, and how easily he had read your emotions. “I’m not letting you do this on your own. Besides, I’m not going to risk anything happening to you.” 

You shook your head at him. “Eddie is not dangerous.” 

“He might be right now, and you know that as well as I do. We don’t know what the hell happened to Chrissy Cunningham. If it was something from the Upside Down, it could have possessed him, and I’m not putting you in the path of that.” He insisted. 

You didn’t want to admit it, but Steve had a point. No matter that you had been dealing with things from the Upside Down for years now, you knew very little about it. If something had taken over Eddie from there . . . the friend you knew might be long gone. The thought had tears building up in your eyes along with the guilt. “It’s my fault. I should have told him about this a long time ago.” You whispered. 

At once his face softened, and his hand reached up to cup your cheek, wiping away some of your tears with his thumb. “This is not your fault. You thought you were keeping him safe. We weren’t allowed to tell anyone about this.” He reminded you. 

“He’s my best friend, Steve! Or was . . .” You choked off, closing your eyes as more tears fell down your cheeks. 

“Hey,” His voice was soft, calming, and you felt his lips brush against your forehead. “He’s still your best friend.” He told you. “We just have to figure out what’s going on with him, and until I’m sure he’s not dangerous, I’m not leaving your side. We stick together, remember?” 

You leaned into the touch of Steve’s hand, opening your eyes to look up at him. You could see the worry on his face, and wondered if he was having flashbacks of the same thing as you, a giant monster attempting to kill everyone inside of a mall, and the look of terror on his face as it almost got too close to you. You couldn’t blame him for not wanting you to go alone, because if you had been in his shoes, you would have wanted to go with him as well. Besides, a part of you knew that you were going to need him. Placing your hand on top of his, you gave it a squeeze. “We stick together.” You agreed.

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