#from the moment i told her i wanted to do it she went through like 8 different stages and strategies of getting in my way or making me mad

[cherienymphe]

Teenage Dirtbag XV

JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, mentions of violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, blood, semi public sex,  jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

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“Mother, please…”

Your parents and Rafe found your exasperation amusing, your back vibrating from the feel of his soft chuckle as you leaned against him. The blond wrapped his arms around you as your mother quietly pleaded for ‘just one more’. Your father wasn’t on your side on today of all days, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“You know how she gets,” he told you. “Let her have this.”

“It’s just Midsummers,” you said to them. “We do this every year.”

You tried not to let your unenthusiastic thoughts slip through too much, but where there was once a time you loved Midsummers, you mostly just wanted to get the night over with now. It still brought you joy—this you wouldn’t deny—but it wasn’t the same as it used to be. You used to look forward to it, and while you enjoyed getting dolled up and seeing your parents’ friends as they asked about you, you didn’t enjoy smiling in everyone’s faces and gushing over how happy you were with Rafe.

You looked forward to the food and drinks and floating around in a beautiful dress, but you didn’t look forward to Rafe’s hand on your waist all night. You didn’t look forward to laughing along as countless people wondered when Rafe planned on popping the question. You didn’t look forward to posing for countless pictures.

…as you were currently doing.

“Mother,” you sighed.

“You should be used to this by now,” she softly laughed. “…and grateful because I’m going to be far worse than you could ever imagine on your wedding day.”

Your stomach twisted at that, and you swallowed down bile just as Rafe tightened his arms around you.

“Stop being such a brat and just let your mom take the picture.”

His voice was quiet as his lips grazed your ear, and you kept a smile on your face as he straightened again. The older woman made a noise of approval, and you felt no relief when she was finally done. You glanced at Rafe just as your mother turned to your father to discuss the best ones, face even as your boyfriend adjusted your necklace.

He’d just bought it.

“Just stop smiling,” he murmured. “You look like you’re being tortured.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

Rafe paused, staring you down for a moment before a small smirk made its way onto his lips. Dropping one arm, the other hand moved towards your face, touching your red lips.

“Cute…”

“We’ll meet you both there,” your father said over his shoulder as he walked your mother to his car. “…and please don’t forget to set the alarm. I think someone broke into our pool house.”

His words made your heart drop, and you whipped your head around to stare at the older man with wide eyes.

“What?” you said, voice uneven.

Your father made a gesture with his hand like he was scolding himself for forgetting to tell you that.

“Yeah, I went in there the other day looking for my golf clubs, and it just looked…off. Lived in,” he said, opening the car door. “I might install a camera or two, I don’t know.”

They bid you both goodbye, none the wiser to the internal turmoil he’d just caused, and you swallowed just as Rafe started to pull you back inside. You heard him scoff.

“Probably some Pogue looking to mooch,” he snidely commented, making his way to your father’s bar. “Typical.”

Clearing your throat, you grabbed your purse.

“It’s probably nothing,” you found yourself murmuring. “Besides, it’s a pool house, not exactly The Hilton.”

“Babe, your fucking basement would be like The Ritz to those people,” Rafe said with a shake of his head as he downed a quick drink. “You think too highly of them and their lack of standards.”

You really didn’t want Rafe of all people to preach to you about standards, and you huffed.

“Do you plan on driving there drunk or…?”

Rafe was in a lighter mood today, and so that actually brought a chuckle out of him. Pouring one more drink out of your father’s bottle, he made his way to you. When he kissed you, you could taste the alcohol on his lips, and you watched him pull away to empty the glass.

“I need something in my system if I’m going to be around my family and their friends all night. Especially Rose’s book club women,” he said with a shudder, guiding you out after setting the alarm.

You were almost to his truck when he stopped you, forcing you to face him. You felt nervous as you looked at the blond because you had no idea what he was thinking nor what was about to come out of his mouth. You rested your hands on his arms as he pulled you closer, his own hands comfortable at the small of your back. His blue gaze flitted between your own.

“Try to lose the pout, alright?” he said to you. “Your knee is much better, your nose is practically like new, and you look good enough to eat.”

Rafe leaned in, gently pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Things could always be worse,” was what he said to you when he pulled away, a hint of a threat in his voice as he stared into your eyes.

Yes, you supposed that was true, and you allowed him to walk you to the passenger door.

You didn’t know what Ward had said to him exactly, but you couldn’t ignore the restraint Rafe had practiced for weeks, now. You didn’t know if Ward had legitimately found something to scare him with or if it was a conversation that went more along the lines of ‘at least wait for her to fully recover’. You realized that your thoughts were bordering along something much worse than praising a fish for swimming, but it was relieving to not have to deal with Rafe’s violence and especially for this length of time.

The reprieve was almost enough to make you feel bad for seeing JJ behind his back.

Almost.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The dark-haired girl turned to look at you, her confusion dying down as she placed the face to the voice. Kie weighed your words over in her mind, head slightly tilting from side to side before a small smile adorned her face.

“I know that’s meant as a compliment, so I’ll take it as one,” she said, taking her drink from the bartender. “I look like an uppity Kook princess…no offense.”

You didn’t take any offense to it.

“I know you wouldn’t dare be caught dead here willingly,” you commented, and Kie rolled her eyes over to her mom.

The woman was talking to your mom, a third woman with them that you didn’t recognize.

“It’s amazing how you know me so much better than my own mom,” she snidely replied, taking a sip of her punch. “She keeps waiting for me to ‘grow up’ as she puts it…”

You felt her eyes on you as the bartender finally gave you your own drink. You discreetly shook your head when he asked if you wanted anything else in it, the man no doubt familiar with how underage attendants got their way around here. At Kie’s surprised look, you spoke.

“I still take painkillers, so…”

The tan girl nodded at that, and a look passed over her features that looked a lot like concern.

“Sarah told me that your leg is much better.”

“It is, yeah,” you confirmed. “I can walk without a splint for the most part, but Rafe and my parents still want me to stay off of it if I can.”

She nodded, a soft ‘that’s good’ reaching your ears. Kie looked like she wanted to say more, and despite you two being friendly—with her eventually coming around to you—it was very clear in this moment that you were not friends. You blamed Rafe for that and was just about to go find him when she spoke again.

“It’s not my place…it’s really JJ’s to tell you the truth, but… He was really out of line that day in the hospital.”

Her words took you by surprise, her expression even more so because she looked genuinely embarrassed by what had occurred.

“Yeah, Rafe’s an asshole, and sure, sometimes he’s an asshole to you, and we’re probably the only ones who ever see that, but… JJ accusing him of that was really gross and uncalled for,” she continued.

You looked down at her words, unable to defend JJ in the way you wanted. Everyone thought he was just being a dick who hated Rafe, but in actuality he was right, and you took a sip of your drink.

“His feelings aren’t any excuse to accuse someone of something like that…”

You looked at her again at her words, expression inquiring.

“You know, about Rafe…and you,” she eventually added, albeit reluctantly.

She shrugged at the look on your face, her own expression softer than what you were used to.

“I think he likes you,” she said, shocking you. “Or…at the very least you surprised him. You’re just not what he expected.”

You struggled to respond to that, taking another sip.

“What makes you say that?” you wondered with a scoff.

“He brings you up sometimes. Just to me,” she added at the look on your face. “Nothing crazy. I just think he worries about you dating Rafe, and I keep telling him you’re with that guy for a reason.”

You swallowed, unsure of how to feel about JJ talking to Kie about you.

“There’s probably a whole other side to Rafe the rest of us will just never see…”

You thought to yourself if she only knew.

“That’s flattering,” you slowly said, attempting to steady your heart. “I didn’t even think JJ cared enough about me to talk about me to anyone. Especially to you.”

Sarah was always vocal about how tight-knit John B.’s friend group was before she came along. There’d been a few days where you absentmindedly listened to her talk about how she’d felt like she was intruding at first, only feeling welcomed by all after some time. You especially remembered a few comments on how protective Kie was over her boys, doubly so towards Sarah considering their history.

“I was surprised too,” the other girl agreed. “…but I guess he just wanted to talk to a girl about it.”

You only nodded at that, and you could feel her gaze on you, although it was hard to read when you looked at her.

“You know he’s here tonight…”

Even though your face didn’t move, your heart did skip a beat in your chest, and you sharply inhaled. You didn’t need her to confirm who she was talking about, but she did anyway, and you took another sip of your drink.

“He’s making some extra money,” she explained. “I didn’t get why he’d want to work Midsummers of all events, but…maybe now I do.”

Your gaze met hers at that, and before you could really study her expression, you were interrupted.

“You’re going to hang by the bar all night?” Rafe wondered, saddling up next to you as he flagged down the bartender.

He only just noticed Kie after a moment, throwing her a dismissive look before resting his blue eyes on you.

“Is she why I’ve had to entertain myself with Kelce and Topper despite coming with my beautiful girlfriend?”

You hated the way he talked about her like she wasn’t there, but before you could scold him on it, Kie made herself scarce with one last glance thrown your way. You forced it out of your mind, sighing at him.

“You three were discussing football. I figured that was your subtle way of excluding me…”

After being handed a drink he was just shy of being legal for, Rafe snaked his arm around your waist. He pressed his lips to yours, humming to himself.

“If I’d wanted you to go away, I would’ve said so,” he murmured into the kiss.

His lips made their way to your cheek, and that was the moment you took note of familiar blond hair over his shoulder. Just as Kie said, he was wearing a uniform, a serving tray in his hand, and you blinked. Was he really here just for you? It seemed like way too big of a risk to take, but you found yourself glad that he was.

You needed to tell him that he couldn’t sleep in the pool house for a while.

It was then that you heard Kelce call your boyfriend over, and you both turned to see the other guy waving him over. He and Topper and some of Rafe’s other friends were laughing down at someone’s phone, and Rafe squeezed your waist.

“Now I’m telling you to entertain yourself,” he chuckled. “I won’t be long.”

He left you to go and see what was so funny, and you tapped your finger against your glass a few times before stepping away. JJ’s blue gaze was already on you when you glanced over, and you looked back at Rafe one more time before stepping into the building. A few beats had passed before you heard footsteps mirroring yours.

Knowing this cursed place like the back of your hand, you were quick and discreet in slipping into a storage room. You swallowed down the rest of your drink as you slowly paced, telling yourself you were on a time crunch. It wasn’t too much longer before you had company, and you were quick to get your words out before JJ got the wrong idea.

“You can’t stay at the pool house tonight,” you told him, giving him pause. “Not for a while actually. Not until I can convince my father he doesn’t need to install cameras.”

You sighed.

“I might just tell him I’m the one who’s been in there.”

The blond nodded at that, and you watched him purse his lips.

“So…this isn’t what I thought it was going to be.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile at that, gently laughing to yourself.

“No, JJ,” you admonished. “Rafe is…right outside.”

You gestured towards the door.

“…and his friends will keep him occupied for a while sure, but definitely not long enough to…”

You trailed off, shrugging and dropping your arm. Your words made JJ’s eyebrows raise, and he gave you a look you were more than familiar with.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

You gave him a look.

“JJ…be serious…”

He slowly made his way to you, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time.

“I am,” he breathed, gaze finally dropping. “You look beautiful.”

Rafe had given you the same compliment, but it meant more coming from JJ’s lips, and your own lips parted. Your stomach always flipped when he said things like that to you, and you reminded yourself that you hadn’t met up with him for this. You said that, but the more you looked at him the more you thought how nice he looked in something akin to a suit.

JJ’s blond hair was just a tad neater, resembling Rafe’s almost, and you didn’t think you liked it. Too busy taking in his uncharacteristic appearance, you didn’t pay attention to how close he’d gotten until his hand was touching your necklace. It was a tennis one, the expensive piece of jewelry catching the light, and you focused in on JJ’s face just as he let out a low whistle.

“Rafe bought it,” you explained, noting how much it felt like a collar. “He insisted I wear it tonight.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall, telling yourself to leave, to tell JJ that you’d see him later. However, you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want to, hating that you were here with Rafe instead. You wanted to prolong your time with the other blond for as long as possible, and you knew that JJ was thinking the same thing by the way his hand rested on your cheek.

“JJ…”

Your voice was low as he moved closer.

“Rafe isn’t going to be distracted forever.”

He looked between your eyes at that, his teeth sinking into his lip. He seemed to be contemplating it for a few moments before dropping to his knees. Your heart thudded in your chest as he reached under your dress, dragging your underwear down, and you didn’t stop him as your stomach flipped. You didn’t miss the way he slipped them into his pocket as he stood, lips immediately finding yours.

You couldn’t resist rubbing your thighs together in anticipation, feeling heat settle in the pit of your stomach. JJ tasted the inside of your mouth, and you could tell he’d had a drink or two earlier. He took his time in kissing you, mouth slowly moving against yours, and somewhere along the way he seemed to remember where you were…what you were not supposed to be doing…and who you had to get back to.

Resting between JJ and the wall, you helped him undo his pants, hand immediately wrapping around his cock the moment it was free. He hissed against your lips, and you couldn’t hold back your smile, kissing him harder and stroking him. He groaned into the kiss when you squeezed him, and reminding yourself of Rafe, you pushed your lower half against his.

One of JJ’s hands slid behind your thigh before hooking your leg against his waist. He rested between your legs as his lips traveled down your neck, and with your underwear in his pocket, you could feel the tip of him poking at your bare skin, a shudder passing through you as you wrapped your arms around him.

Guiding the tip of him between your folds, JJ pushed himself through his fist a few times before sliding into you with one quick thrust. You threw your head back, gasping at the tight fight and thinking you liked it a little better when you weren’t as wet. The slight burn made you buck your hips, and JJ’s hands were tight on you as he started to thrust into you.

You couldn’t swallow down your moan, reaching out to press your hand against the wall as JJ fucked you. Wrapping your other arm around his shoulder and neck, you pressed your face against him, teeth sinking into the nice shirt he had on. His hands were guiding your hips to meet him thrust for thrust, his cock stretching you out. You grew wetter with every movement, and it wasn’t long before each thrust was smoother and easier than the last.

For a few moments, you forgot all about Rafe and Midsummers and the fact that you had to go back out there and smile on your boyfriend’s arm. There was even a faint thought that he might be looking for you that you pushed out of your mind. All you could focus on was the feeling of JJ inside of you, chasing both of your climaxes. You wanted to keep fucking him for hours, but you knew that wouldn’t be possible, now.

You glanced at the clock again when JJ left open mouthed kisses against your throat, groaning against your skin as you squeezed him. You kept pushing your hips forward to meet his thrusts, dripping around his cock, and pulling at his uniform. Your other hand reached between you, dipping under your dress and circling your bundle of nerves. Your toes curled at the feel, and when you came, you came hard.

You swallowed down your moan as you tightened around JJ, and when your climax triggered his own, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. You clung to each other as you came together and getting it in your head that you needed to go, you dropped your leg. You were going to help JJ get redressed, but he deterred you with a quick kiss.

“Go, go,” he urged, ushering you out of the room, and you hurried to make sure your hair and dress were fine as you sped away from the room.

You were down the hall when you felt JJ dripping down your thighs, and with a start, you realized he still had your underwear. You were contemplating turning back when you heard your name, the sound getting closer and closer until Rafe finally rounded the corner. Your eyes were wide as they met his angry ones, and you didn’t get a word out before his hand tightened on your arm.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“The bathroom,” was your quick answer, blinking before adding to it. “…and then the kitchens. I was trying to find a ginger-ale. My stomach felt weird.”

“I’ve been looking for you forever,” he spat, pulling you in the opposite direction of the party. “Sarah and my dad are being especially irritating, right now.”

When Rafe pulled you into an empty room, your heart sank.

…because you knew what he wanted.

“Rafe…not here…”

Your words actually gave him pause, and your boyfriend looked at you like you’d lost your mind. One of his hands pressed to the very door you were leaning against, and you watched him tilt his head at you. His hair wasn’t so neat now—a sign that he’d been running his hands through it—and you swallowed at the way he looked between your eyes.

“We’ve never not fucked at Midsummers,” he told you. “It’s practically a tradition, now.”

He softly laughed to himself, finding that funny.

“Can’t we just go? Let’s just go home and shower and-.”

“I’m not ready to go,” he cut you off, eyeing you. “My sister has been annoying me, and my dad is making me want to snort four lines of coke, and instead, I choose to fuck my girlfriend.”

The determination on his face made your nerves spike, and you were all too aware in this moment of the feel of JJ’s cum drying on the inside of your thighs. You didn’t think Rafe would even notice such a thing in his haste to be inside of you, but you knew you didn’t have the capacity to not feel icky fucking Rafe after just doing so with JJ.

“…but for whatever reason, she’s fighting me on that.”

Now, he looked angrier than he did before, and you looked towards the ceiling.

“I thought we were past this…”

When you looked at him again, his face was much closer.

“I thought we were on the same page about the least you could do in this relationship.”

You looked down at that, chest clenching painfully at the memory. The silence between you was thick with tension, and when he slowly reached up to touch your face, you let your eyes close.

“Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to give you another nose job?”

At his soft words, you looked into his eyes. Rafe was entirely serious, and with a shaky sigh, you reached for his belt. He didn’t say a word as you unbuckled it, and you shuddered when he leaned in to kiss your cheek, inhaling at the feel of you slipping your hand into his pants. His hand reached up to the back of your neck as you stroked him, fingers finding that stupid necklace and tightening it around your throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed against your skin.

Rafe moved you towards an empty table, hurried in pushing you onto it, and he didn’t hesitate in covering your frame and guiding himself into you. He groaned at the smooth entry, kissing you again and pushing his hips against yours.

“So wet for me already?” he hummed into the kiss.

He reached under you to lift your hips a bit, holding you right where he wanted you as he thrust into you. So eager to fuck you, Rafe didn’t even notice your lack of underwear. Or at least not enough to comment on it if he did, too preoccupied with taking out his frustrations on your body. You held onto him and his arm as you squeezed your eyes shut, fighting to convince yourself that you weren’t as horrible as you felt.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes ago when JJ was inside of you, fucking you in some storage room and fighting to make you come before you had to get back to Rafe. Now, here you were, once again in an empty room but having sex with someone entirely different. You shuddered as you recalled Rafe’s words, knowing that it wasn’t your arousal for him but instead a combination from both you and JJ after the other blond had come inside of you.

The thought made you want to shy away from the man on top of you, but there was nowhere to go. The table shook beneath his rough thrusts, and Rafe seemed to forget that you were there as he pounded into you. You flinched and squirmed beneath your boyfriend from both the rough treatment and the overstimulation, feeling torn between wanting to come again and pushing Rafe away.

When he fisted his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back, you knew that you were in for a long night.

Your chest was painfully tight as you stared at Rafe in horror. Your boyfriend looked nothing like the gentleman he pretended to be but instead like the monster he often was. Only this time, that violent gleam in his eyes wasn’t directed at you. It had set its sights on JJ.

“Rafe…come on, this is ridiculous, let’s just go,” you repeated for the umpteenth time.

It was only an hour ago that you were hanging onto him as he fucked you in some empty room, pent up and angry at both Sarah and Ward. Now—somehow—you’d found yourselves outside as his friends held JJ’s arms, your boyfriend gearing up to hit him again. It was unfair and disgusting and cruel.

“You’re being an asshole, and for what? Because he’s here?”

The party was still going on, and twenty minutes ago you’d thought you were leaving. Now, you were basically forced to watch Rafe hurt the guy you were sleeping with. He kept telling you to leave, that this wouldn’t take long and wouldn’t be much longer, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to abandon JJ so easily.

“Rafe!”

“Get in the damn truck,” he called over his shoulder.

He sounded exasperated with you, and his friends chuckled. You looked between them in disgust, most notably at Topper who clearly wasn’t enjoying this as much as the others but didn’t have the balls to actually say something. Disappointed in all of them, your eyes briefly met JJ’s, his practically pleading with you to just leave.

You huffed.

“Fuck this,” you spat, making your way back towards the building to find someone who worked here.

Your tone must have caught Rafe’s attention because he was quick to stop you, roughly grabbing you.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he chuckled, but it had an edge to it. “I thought I said to wait in the truck?”

He looked at you like you’d lost your mind.

“What, you’re-you were going to go tattle on me?”

“This is shitty, and I won’t stand by and let it happen,” you replied.

“Who gives a fuck? He’s a Pogue!”

“…and so that makes this okay? I want to go home, and you want to stand here beating on someone who can’t even fight back!”

Rafe looked between your eyes, and you hated the way he tilted his head.

“Why do you care so much about what happens to him?”

“You’re so stupid-! It could be anyone, Rafe,” you sneered. “This is childish and mean.”

Rafe stared you down for what felt like too long—too still—and your heart beat faster the longer it went on. Before you knew it, his hand had fisted into your hair, and he was dragging you over to his friends.

“See… This is why he’s always making googly eyes at you,” Rafe said, not sounding the least bit amused. “This is why he’s making comments and accusations about me and our relationship.”

Rafe maneuvered his arm around your neck, holding you close as he grinned at JJ.

“You’re too nice, baby. Too sympathetic,” he chuckled, gesturing to the other blond. “He’s got himself a little crush, I just know it.”

You attempted to move out of Rafe’s grip, but he wouldn’t budge. You hated the bruising that was already forming under JJ’s eyes and the blood on his lip too. You made a noise of protest when Rafe kissed you on the lips, sloppily and rough, before turning away.

“Hey, JJ,” your boyfriend softly said, tone mocking. “She’s just being nice…because that’s just who she is.”

“Rafe…”

“Don’t go getting any ideas.”

“You’re making a fool of yourself,” you spat at Rafe, knowing that he was doing so in more ways than one.

Rafe looked at you in mock outrage, shrugging.

“I’m just trying to help him out,” he told you. “It’s not my fault these Pogues always want what we have.”

“Rafe, stop this,” you hissed. “You’re being an asshole.”

The words had barely left your mouth when his hand roughly closed around your chin. You winced at the feel, and neither you nor Rafe missed the way JJ tried to break free. Rafe’s friends chuckled at the sight, but Rafe didn’t, merely staring at the other blond.

“Look at you,” he finally mused. “I don’t know whether I should feel flattered or offended that you feel so protective over my girlfriend.”

There wasn’t a hint of humor in his tone, and before you could quite marinate on that, you were harshly thrown to the ground. The mood seemed to shift at that, and you could tell that his friends hadn’t been expecting that. You didn’t know if Rafe was drunk or high or both, but he’d never been so public in his cavalier treatment of you.

“She’s my girlfriend, JJ, and I could do anything I want to her…”

You attempted to push yourself up when you felt the sole of his shoe on your knee…that knee.

“I could set her little healing journey back…”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, sure that he wouldn’t with so many witnesses, but also…not so sure. You glanced at JJ, but the other blond was staring at Rafe with wide eyes, and you couldn’t tell whether he was angry or scared. Probably both.

“I could rip her hair out right here…” he gestured to his friends. “…and do you think any of them would stop me?”

“Rafe,” Topper finally said, and your boyfriend’s gaze snapped to him.

“Would you?”

Topper just stared at him, but his silence spoke volumes, and you only attempted to stand again when your boyfriend finally moved his foot. He pointed around, his gaze resting on JJ again.

“None of them are going to do shit,” he said to him. “So, what makes you so special to think you have a say in how I treat my girlfriend?”

Your lips trembled as you finally stood to your feet.

“…because she was nice to you once? Because she doesn’t want me to kick your ass now?”

You looked between them, the faint sounds of the party reaching your ears.

“Truth be told, I should kick your face in for that stunt you pulled at the hospital,” your boyfriend sneered.

“Rafe, you’ve made your point!”

You hated this entire pissing contest he was doing, and at this point, you half expected Rafe to whip it out and mark his territory. He stared JJ down for what felt like too long, his friends equally uncomfortable now with the turn the night had taken. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to slap you clear across the face—maybe even break your arm—all just to prove that he could do whatever he wanted to you, and there wasn’t a thing JJ could do about it.

Rafe, however, settled for harshly grabbing your face and spitting right into your mouth as you gasped.

Taken aback, you couldn’t hold in your coughing fit, forced to follow along as he roughly grabbed your arm.

“Like I said JJ. Anything I want,” he repeated.

Dragging you along, Rafe tossed his next words over his shoulder at his friends.

“That Pogue’s all yours.”

You felt riddled with disgust the whole way to his truck, humiliated and angry. You blinked back tears as you recalled the way his friends did nothing, didn’t even move a muscle as he threw you to the ground, and you didn’t know what you hated more—that or Topper’s cowardly attempt that he ultimately backed out of.

Once you were at his truck and away from prying eyes, the slap came harshly and swiftly.

It made your ears ring and your cheek sting, tears forming behind your eyes as Rafe leaned in. His nose grazed the burning cheek, and you could hear his labored breathing as his chest heaved against your arm. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and neither did you, just staring into the darkness as a few tears finally spilled over.

“That is the last time you defend that Pogue…especially around me,” he whispered. “Do you understand?”

You started to nod when his hand circled around your throat, making you sharply inhale.

“I want to hear you fucking say it.”

Pulling at his arm, you eventually gave up on that, forcing the word out.

“Yes,” you struggled to say.

Shoving you away from him, he opened the passenger door, telling you to get inside. Wiping your face, you did, settling in the seat with a newfound hatred for Midsummers.

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You always have an excuse pt 2

Hi. So I got a request for a pt 2 of You Always Have An Excuse. This is a little angstier than I thought it was gonna go, but I really like it.

Barça Femeni x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2

Description: R realises what she's been missing out on

Word Count: 3k

After the final, when you had come clean about what was truly going on in your life. You hadn’t expected much to change. Why would you? You had once told a teacher, back when you were still in primary school, that your parents weren’t home much and that you hadn’t seen your mother in a few days. She had smiled and said that it was normal for parents to be working hard – it was how you could afford nice things – and she was sure you’d see your mother again soon.

When you landed back in Spain after the whirlwind of a weekend, you had pulled out your phone to order an Uber (you had decided to treat yourself rather than forcing all of your bags onto a very busy public bus and metro system) when a gentle hand came to rest on your shoulder.

“You’re on our way home; let me take you.” Ingrid smiled at you, sunglasses perched on her forehead, a very tired Mapí leaning heavily into her.

“No, it’s ok. I’ll just get an Uber,” you gestured with your phone.

“Mete tu culo en el auto.” Mapí grumbled, snatching your phone out of your hands and making her way to the car.

“Sorry, Søta, she can be a little grumpy when she’s tired. But she’s right. Go get in the car; I’ll bring your bags.” Ingrid chuckled, taking your bag from you without giving you much of a choice.

It felt nice being dropped off at your house rather than lugging your bags through the busy Barcelona streets. You waved goodbye to Ingrid and Mapí, thanking them profusely for their kindness and went inside, once again being met by a silent house.

“Mum?” you shouted out. “Dad?” You double-checked all the rooms after being met with complete silence. You checked the notepad they usually left by the kettle. They sometimes wrote notes for you, explaining where they were going and how long they were gone. Nothing. You checked the fridge—empty. You guessed they were going for a while, then.

You really wanted to just collapse on the sofa and let the events of the weekend catch up to you, but you had washing to do, and you really needed a shower. It was now that you really wanted a parent – someone to give you a massive hug, wrap you up in their warm, strong arms and kiss the top of your head, telling you how proud they were before guiding you into the bathroom as they stuck a towel in the dryer to warm up a little. But you didn't have that. Instead, you had an empty house, a mountain of sweaty clothes and an aching body. You hadn’t noticed the tears rolling steadily down your cheeks until you tasted salt.

This wasn’t you. You didn’t cry. You didn’t. You couldn’t. But after the final, you had experienced so many functional families that it truly showed you what you were missing. Alexia had brought you straight over to her Mami, where you were engulfed in one of the best hugs you’d ever received. She had kissed your forehead, telling you all about how well you had played and how you must come with Alexia for the next family meal. From there, you were passed to Ona’s family, then Keira’s, then Lucy’s. Almost every family had embraced you – squeezing you tightly as you melted into their arms. Was it a skill you developed when you became a mother that you automatically gave fantastic hugs? Maybe you were just so touch-deprived that you would relax into anyone who offered you a warm place to rest for a moment?

You were on autopilot as you went through the motions of getting ready for bed. You were methodical yet unthinking as you washed your body, hardly noticing the too-hot water and bruises littering your skin. You were going through the motions as you shoved your clothes into the wash – the dirty fabrics being shoved in without distinction. As you pulled on your pyjamas (really, it was a ratty old Manchester City shirt you had snuck from Lucy during her first season at Barça during an away match and a pair of La Masia shorts you think were Patri’s once upon a time), you longed for a hug. Something warm and comforting, but you had to settle with your bed. It was comfortable; the mattress was something you had forked out for when you received your first paycheck. The softness was something you usually welcomed – the high thread count sheets that cost you an exorbitant amount of money typically aided in your relaxation after a hard day at training. But today, they did nothing but highlight just how lonely you felt. You had been given a snippet of what you were missing, and you wanted … needed … more. The bed was too cold, the pillows were too soft, the room smelled like laundry and general cleanliness rather than comfort.

Your night was filled with tossing and turning – leaving you even more tired than when you had gone to bed. Just like last night, you were on autopilot. Turning off your alarm, having a shower, making a cup of coffee, eating a piece of toast – none of it you consciously did. You made your bed like you did every morning; you gave the house a quick once over – triple checking your parents hadn’t come home in the night; you sat down at the table, pulling out a piece of paper to make a grocery list when you heard a knock on the front door. You considered ignoring it – you weren’t expecting anyone. But it wasn’t going away. The banging got louder and more insistent the longer you left it.

“Sí, puedo ayudarte?” You said monotonously as you yanked the door out of your way.

“Cariño?” Alexia asked, concern seeping into her voice.

“Ale?” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Can I come in?” She asked, not really letting you answer as she pushed her way into your house. Alexia took your hand as she passed, the warm seeping into your bones, leaving a gentle tingle in its wake. You were dragged into the living room, Alexia pushing you to the sofa as she sat next to you, never letting go of your hand. “Your parents aren’t here, are they?” She phrased it as a question, but you knew she knew the answer. You sighed, shaking your head and shrugging your indifference.

“They’re never here; it’s no biggie.” You smiled meekly at her.

“No, that’s not true. It is a biggie. They should be here for you. You are a child; you need your parents. Parents give you hugs and tell you everything is ok. Parents tell you they’re proud of you. Parents don’t ignore their kid to the point where they don’t even know what sport they play, let alone that they have just won one of the biggest competitions in Europe.” She was ranting now. “Parents don’t leave the country without telling their kid. Parents look after their children.”

“Well, I’m not a child!” You shouted, interrupting her tirade. You also pulled your hand out of hers – ignoring the fact that every fibre of your being was screaming at you not to. Alexia looked at you, confusion evident in her expression. “I turned 18 last week.” You added quietly. That was a secret you had hoped not to spill. You hadn’t had to work too hard to hide your birthday; not even the Barça admins knew the day had passed. You made the mistake of looking at Alexia. You really, really wished you hadn’t. The hurt that flashed across her face did more to break your heart than anything your parents could (or couldn’t) do to you.

“We missed your birthday?” She asked so quietly you struggled to hear her.

“I didn’t tell anyone. You technically didn’t miss anything if you never knew.” You avoided her gaze, fingers coming together to fiddle nervously on your lap. Alexia stood up sharply, her unexpected movement drawing your attention once again.

“Stand up.” She instructed.

“What why?”

“Pack a bag, you’re coming home with me.” Her tone left no room for argument, yet you still tried to.

“Wha-why? No, I’m fine. It’s ok, honestly. It’s nothing. I promise I’m fine.” Your voice crack gave you away. You so desperately wanted to go with Alexia, to have her take care of things for you, to have her give you the warm hugs and soft smiles you had seen her give Vicky and Martina. You had always shied away from her contact, though, chalking it up to disliking physical contact. But now, after the weekend of hugs and kisses from loving families – you knew it was your subconscious protecting you from something you knew you wouldn’t receive regularly.

“Pequeña. This is not up for debate. Either you pack a bag and come with me, or I move in here with you. And I have a feeling that your parents, whenever they do return, would not want a 30-year-old woman living in their house uninvited.” She quirked an eyebrow at you, daring you to go against her again.

“I can’t,” you squeaked out.

“Why not?” Despite her firm voice, you could tell she wanted to figure out why you were so reluctant to leave this life behind. This was all you’d ever known. The isolation, the self-sufficiency, the hiding, and the lying. You didn’t know what would happen if you let yourself fall into Alexia’s open arms. What if she left again, too? There had been rumours swirling all over the internet. You couldn’t let yourself be attached to a singular person. It would hurt far too much if they left. You were fairly sure you wouldn’t be able to be fixed.

“I can’t,” you settled on instead of explaining the whole truth to her.

“Why not?” She asked again, the firmness gone as she saw your composure start to break.

“I …” The lump in your throat prevented you from speaking any more. You took some steadying breaths, willing yourself not to cry. Alexia crouched in front of you, ignoring the slight ache in her muscles as she ran her fingers up and down your bare thighs in soothing, repetitive motions. “If … if I let myself become too reliant on people … on you … and you don’t want me anymore … I think I might break.” You spoke so slowly, so softly, that Alexia had to strain to hear you.

“Oh, querida. No,” she surged forward, her strong arms wrapped around you, her warm scent invading your senses. "We will always want you. I will always want you.” She said so absolutely, and you had no choice but to believe her.

That was all you needed to hear for the dam to break. Tears bubbled over your carefully constructed walls. You sobbed and sobbed, her grip on you only getting tighter.

“But … wh … ho … I …” you blubbered, the tears getting more and more frantic.

“Shhhh, it’s ok, cariño. I’ve got you.” Her comforting words made you cry harder. You were limp as she rearranged the both of you, settling you against her chest as she sat back against the couch.

She let you sob into her chest for as long as you needed. She rocked you gently from side to side, her fingers scratching at your scalp as her heartbeat provided a soothing rhythm for you. Eventually, you calmed down, slowly drifting into a much-needed sleep.

Alexia could tell you weren’t at peace as she watched you sleep. Your eyebrows were scrunched, your mouth a firm line. Your fingers had wrapped themselves in her shirt so tightly she wondered if there would be a hole in the fabric whenever you eventually let go. She wished with her entire being that she could take your pain away. How could someone do this to their child? How could a parent look at their child and not want to love them the way they should be? How could anyone look at you and think you don’t deserve the world and more? If your parents weren’t going to be there for you, she certainly would be.

It was gone lunchtime when you finally woke. Alexia hadn’t moved an inch – it didn’t matter that her arms were sore or her legs had gone numb; you were comfortable, and that was all that mattered.

“Ale?” You croaked, your voice hoarse from crying.

“Sí, cariño?” She hummed, her thumb running gently over your cheekbone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t …” you flustered a little, scared of her reaction after you had finally broken down on her.

“Hey, no … shhh. Está bien. Estás bien.” She rocked you again, much like a mother would rock her upset child. It was slightly awkward, given your size – but it was nonetheless comforting. “I still want you to pack a bag,” Alexia said, pushing some hair off your face. “You don’t have to come with me,” she added quickly, sensing your reluctance. “But I don’t want you here alone.” You sighed, knowing there was no way you would negotiate your way out of this one. “You could go to Keira’s, but she can’t cook very well, or Ona’s...” she mused "although you might have to put up with Lucy,” she added in a conspiratorial whisper. This made you laugh, a loud, weird huff that brought a similar smile to Alexia’s face. “I haven’t told anyone what you told us at the final. That is your information to share as, and when, you want to.” She implored. “But Mapí and Ingrid will take you in, no questions asked. As would Marta and Caro, Paños, Irene … any one of the girls will take you in. I promise.” You readjusted yourself, drawing back from Alexia’s chest in order to look at her. This was a conversation that needed to happen face-to-face.

“Is it … can I … stay with you?” You asked nervously.

“Absolutamente.” Her hand reached out for yours, her grip so tight it almost hurt.

“What about Olga?” You were reluctant to impose yourself on another adult’s life when they might not want you there.

“She already loves you, and she’s technically only met you, what? Twice?” She teased, her head dipping down to catch your eye. “She wants you there as much as I do. Prometo.” You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to feel the warmth of Alexia’s skin permeating into yours.

“Ok,” you breathed out, watching Alexia’s mouth spread into a wide, genuine smile you didn’t see too often.

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Moving in with Alexia was the best thing to have ever happened to you. Long gone were the days of rushing for the metro and figuring out where your next meal would come from. Olga had embraced you with open arms – greeting both you and Alexia with identical hugs, forehead kisses and cups of tea as you made your way into the kitchen after a long day at training. Alexia had dragged you along to her family meal; her Mami was insistent on making sure you were well-fed and looked after properly. Alba had smacked Alexia around the head for not bringing you sooner but offered you a warm smile and asked about your week.

Ona had been informed of your situation that afternoon. She quickly showed up with a bag piled high with sweets that definitely broke your diet and demanded to know the Netflix password as she settled down on the sofa, bringing her arm around your shoulder and whispering a promise not too dissimilar to Alexia’s.

Keira had hung around after training one afternoon, offering a tight hug before telling you that her spare room was always open, and you just had to ask, and Narla would be all yours for however long you wanted her. That made you laugh, especially after hearing Lucy’s indignant ‘Oi’ from the showers as she heard Keira’s promise.

Eventually, you did tell the rest of the team about your parents. Jona was the first to know officially. As manager, he needed to know the situation as soon as possible. Alexia had been by your side the whole time, her hand in yours, and she sat with you, stepping in to explain things now and then when she sensed you were becoming overwhelmed. Mapí had wanted to kill your parents – threatening murder and retribution on them for doing this to her ‘niña preciosa’. Ingrid had been just as angry, although she had the forethought to contain her anger. She had pressed a long kiss to the top of your head as she engulfed you in a hug, insisting you come round once a week for a movie night and sleepover.

Slowly, you learned that it was good to rely on people. That it was ok to need help and have that safety net below you. The heartbreak you felt when you thought about your parents would probably always be there, but you learned that you didn’t need them. You had the team … and even if they left and moved away, they would always be there for you. They were one phone call, one plane, train, or car journey away.

Your biological family might have been shite … but you didn’t need them. You had your found family.

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[rafesslxt]

HOW THEY MET | r. cameron

this is a prequel to my one shot ' miss you ' 💙 - idea to do this is from @sublimepenguinpeach-blog

summary: when you‘re over at your best friends house and her car suddenly breaks down – her brother Rafe has to drive you home

warnings: fluff, I‘m too tired rn to correct any typos, will do later so don‘t be too hard it‘s 5am where i live

words: 2,1k

song i recommend listening to: left hand free by alt-J

It all started when you were over at Sarah‘s. You two drove through outer banks with her car, her telling you that she would drive you home later, but that never happened.

Sitting in her car with her trying to start it, it was clear her car was broken. "Daaad!" she starts shouting outside the car window, getting Ward out of the house. "What‘s wrong?" he asked, walking towards the car. She explained the problem to him and let it try for himself but it didn‘t work still.

"I‘m sorry honey but looks like we have to take your car to the workshop to get it repaired.“ Sarah sighs and looks at her dad. "But Dad I wanted to drive y/n home, we went with my car today." He thinks for a moment. "Rafe shall drive her home okay? He‘s home anyways. Rafe!!" he starts shouting for him. "What? No Dad! I don‘t wanna let her be alone with him! You know how he is!" Ward rolls his eyes and answers his daughter "he is your brother, Sarah." "Yeah, exactly!"

You didn‘t wanna cause any problems so you smiled at them both. "It‘s no problem, really I don‘t mind. But I can also call JJ to get me with his bike." you suggested but Ward shook his head. "No no no sweetheart, it‘s supposed to be raining and I want you to get home safe from here." he says with a warm smile before turning back to the house, shouting his sons name again. "What is this boy doing?" be mumbles to himself. Now Sarah yells too. "RAFE!"

Finally Rafe comes out of the front door with a confused look on his face, yelling back. "what what what?"

" Would you please be nice and drive y/n home? Sarah‘s car broke down and I have a meeting in half an hour." Rafe looks at you, his expression unreadable.

"Yeah.." he just said, nodding while still looking at you. He broke his gaze from you when his dad pat his shoulder and walked back into the house. "Drive like a normal human being." Sarah tells her brother kn a annoyed voice. She walks over to you and gives you a hug. "Tell me when you‘re home, alright?" she mumbles agaknst your hair before letting go of you. You hear Rafe starting his car so you smile at her and nod. "Of course, see ya." You say with a smile before jogging over to him, opening the door and sitting in the passanger seat.

After a few minutes of driving and listening to some music you started a conversation with him, I mean the least you could do was to thank him, right?

"Hey Rafe.." "Hm?" he look over to you for a moment while driving. Your little smile made his knees weak and he never felt this kind of way so he didn‘t knew what to think of it. He always thought you were beautiful, the prettiest girl in outer banks. He loved the way your hair color complimented your skin and eyes, your lips looking soft and shiny with your favorite gloss over it. He just never thought about asking you out since you‘re a pogue and a friend of Sarah. Things would get complicated and to be honest, he didn‘t want to risk that you thought like him and then standing there like a dumb one.

"Thank you for taking me home, I mean I can imagine that you got more important stuff to do.. i told your Dad I could call JJ but he told me it would rain so his bike wouldn‘t be a safe option." you started yapping a little, feeling a bit nervous that you were alone with him. You always thought he‘s handsome.. hot. But he‘s your best friends brother so it‘s kind of a no go.

"No Problem, really. Wasn‘t doin‘ much anyway. And he‘s right 's better with the car – safer." "Yeah still.. thank you." Silent fills the car again for a few minutes until he starts a conversation this time.

"You like driving on bikes?" he asks you. "Yeah, why?" "See ya driving aroung with JJ all the time." he says shrugging his shoulders. " Ya know I have a bike too, right?" You had to smile a little at his almost cocky question. "I do, Rafe." You answer him with raised eyebrows.

"You could ride with me too. Mine‘s faster than JJ‘s" "Don‘t know how Sarah would find that but I‘ll thinl about it." you promised him, seeing his wide grin made you giggle a little.

"Can I put on a song?" "Yeah, here." he unlocks his Iphone (i‘m an apple girl and will NEVER write slmething differnet kn my storys #notsorry) and hands it to you. You search for your favorite song an put it on, looking over to Rafe to see his reaction but again his face was unreadable. You look outside the window, the night air blowing through your hair and putting goosebumps on your skin. Rafe saw it on your arms when he glanced over to you.

"You want me to roll down the window?“ "No I like it." But it didn‘t last long because not even a minute later, rain starts falling from the sky. He chuckles at your scolding face and closes the windows, pushing a little button at the side of his wheel. Suddenly your seat started to get warm, getting rid of the goosebumps.

When he pulls up at your house, JJ and John B stand outside the house, working on his bike while it rains. When they hear a car they look up, eyes going wide when they saw it was Rafe‘s with John B‘s little sister in it. "What the fuck?" he mumbles to JJ who was just as confused as him.

"Thanks again, Rafe. I owe you one." You say smiling at him, already opening the door of his car. "Wait." he quickly leans over and closes the door again which led to you smelling his cologne, the heat rising up your face. "Here take this.." he unbluckles his seatbelt and pulls his hoodie over his head to hand it to you. "It‘s still raining, don‘t want you to get cold." he says when he sees your flustered cheeks, feeling a little proud that he‘s the cause for that.

"I - thank you, again. Wow I really owe you big huh?" you chuckle at him, pulling the hoodie over your head, almost fluttering your eyes when you smelled his cologne on the collar again. "Just think about my offer." he says, scanning you in his hoodie.

"I will. See ya Rafe." You say, this time leaving his car after opening the car door. You don't see him winking at JJ with a smug grin on his face while walking towards him and your brother.

"Why the hell did Rafe Cameron just brought you home?" your brother asked almost furious at the thought of you and Rafe being even near each other. "Don't worry, Sarah's car broke down and he drove me home." you explained, pulling the hood over your head. "And what is that?" JJ joins the conversation, pointing at Rafe's Hoodie. You rolled your eyes at him and pointed at the sky. "It's raining JJ." and with that you left them standing, watching after you walking through your front door.

A few days went by after Rafe drive you home and no matter how often you saw Sarah and had the opportunity to give her her brother's hoodie, you didn't. You wanted to give it to him by yourself. Also the thought of his offer wouldn't leave your mind. You already loved driving JJ's bike, so thinking doing it with Rafe gave you butterfly's.

Then the best thing ever happened to you. Sarah told you she's dating your brother. Of course you were shocked, but not too much since you knew both of them and also weren't stupid enough to not see the tension between them. Besides the fact that you were happy for them tho, you thought of taking Rafe's offer, now that It wouldn't be much different from Sarah being with John B, right?

So you waited a few day's after Sarah told you and drove to her house, knowing she's out with John B and her parents on the Bahamas with Wheezie. You drove up to the garage, walking around the house and ringing at the front door.

It didn't took him long to open the door, smile on his face when he saw it's you. "Hey, Sarah's out somewhere." he says calmly. "I know, I'm here for the ride you offered me." you say with a smug smile on your face. "Oh? Okay, just uh - just let me get the helmets from my room." he says more nervous now, letting you in and disappearing p into his room.

When he came back down he handed you a black helmet, leading you through a door to the garage where his bike stood. "It's pretty.." you say, scanning it. "Pretty?" he chuckles, kicking up the stand and pushing it out of the garage, closing the door of it behind him with a key and a code.

"Yeah pretty." You repeat yourself, giggling quietly. "Why?" "Don't know.. never hear anyone saying pretty to it." he shrugs, sitting down on it and starting it. "Come on, pretty." Your cheeks instantly heat up at the nickname, so you decide to pull the helmet over your head to cover it. You sit down behind him while he puts his helmet on. He turns his head towards you and grins through it. " Ready?" he asks. You nod and wrap your hands around his body for support. He turns back and starts driving off the property. I yelp into my helmet, feeling it's indeed faster than JJ's and has way more power.

I feel his muscles flexing under his shirt which only made my cheeks turn darker again.

You drove around outer banks like that for a while, enjoying the ride and the feeling of somewhat like a little freedom. After about an hour he stopped at a little shop. You both got inside to get something to drink when he asked you "Does Sarah know that you're with me?" "No, didn't tell her." "Why not?" "Well she didn't tell me she's with John B for a while too, so.." His grin widens at your words.

He nods understanding and walk back to his bike with you. "Wanna do it again some time soon?" he asks, taking a sip of his water bottle. You took one from your own when you wondered "What? Driving around?" "Going out with me." You almost chocked on your water when he said that.

"What? Am I that bad?" he jokes, waiting for a answer. " No - no you're not, It's just uh - I didn't expect you to ask me out.." "Well, what do you say?" You remain silent for a few seconds, really thinking about it. On one side it was Rafe, but on the other side Sarah and John B are dating too, he's nice to you and doesn't treat you like trash just because you're a rogue. So why not? "Yeah, I would like that." you answer with a smile.

That's how it began. On the first date you two went to the beach on a more remote spot where nobody would see you two, so you could enjoy your first date. He packed fruits, drinks and a blanked for you two and told you to only bring your pretty face with you.

The date was beautiful. You had a book with you, which ended in you reading to him, his head on your lap and listening to your voice like a lullaby. You two fed each other with fruits, gigging when he didn't score, trying to throw grapes into your mouth.

You stayed there til late, telling the Pogues you had to work late. Only problem was, Sarah wanted to visit you and saw you weren't at work so she confronted you via message, asking you where you really are. You sighed and showed Rafe the messages. "Wanna tell her? Mean she own you for dating your brother, right?" he says.

After your date was over, you told her you would meet her at her house, her already knowing what was going on when she saw you and Rafe getting off his bike together.

After you explained to her and reminded her that the basically does the same, she agreed to keep it a secret and especially not telling John B.

That's how it started that you two went on dates, Sarah always covering you, telling the rest you're at hers or at the country club working. I mean how would they know? They would never go there.

It was the beginning of something sweet and beautiful, even Sarah saw that her brother started to change the longer you two dated each other.Maybe he does have a heart.

thanks for reading 🫶🏻 hope u enjoyed, let me know in the comments! 🤍

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Sweet Home Indiana Part 2

Hello! My elbow was doing better this morning and then I took a nap and hurt it again somehow...(head desk) so I'm still putting out my backlog without being able to build up more because of it, hopefully it gets better before I run out of backlog because that would be embarrassing.

Here we get some backstory as Eddie strolls back into Steve's life.

Pt 1

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When Robin came into open the store she found Steve wearing the clothes he had been wearing the night before. None of the bread dough was rising, none of the cookies were baking having not even been made, the cakes were out on the cooling racks instead in the freezer to chill enough to have frosting put on them.

He was curled up next to their large stand mixer dubbed the Beast, cradling his sides like he was trying to hold in his innards.

“Steve...” she called out gently.

Steve looked up at her and her heart broke. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks tear-stained and blotchy. Snot ran down his nose and pooled on his upper lip.

She sighed and then turned around. She hunted around for a marker and a piece of paper. She wrote that they were closed for the day and hung it up outside the front door. She locked it behind her and went to go sit down next her best friend.

Steve laid his head on her shoulder and sighed.

“Eddie’s getting married.”

Robin had to force herself from jerking her head around to look at him because he needed her support more than he needed her ire in that moment.

“Who do I have to kill?” she muttered darkly, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair soothingly.

Steve barked out a bitter laugh. “She’s this hot shot legal assistant from Barbados. Like I didn’t even know that was a country until I looked it up. It’s in the Caribbean. Did you know that?”

“I did.”

Robin blinked for a minute. “Wait...she?”

Steve just shrugged. “People change, Robs. Don’t make it a thing.”

She bit her lip and worried it between her teeth. Because fucking hell she wanted to make a big deal out of it. Someone should make a big deal out of it.

“Nancy’s back in town visiting her family,” she said instead. “Holly’s graduating next week.”

Steve threw his arms in the air. “Great! I’m being invaded by my ex. Just put me out of my misery now, Robs. I don’t think I can take it.”

Robin smacked his arms. “No. There will be no killing of the Steve. If anyone wants to make it your problem, then they’re going to have a problem with me, got it?”

“Thanks, Robbie,” he murmured, running his fingers through his hair. “Like the way he went about it was such complete shit. Like how dare he think that a simple annulment is going to get him off abandoning me for fame and fortune and then not coming back when it fell through?”

Robin’s head did whip around that time. “He fucking did what?”

Steve sighed and waved at the papers in the trash. She got up and picked them up. She read through them with increasing ire. Her hands started to shake and her face burned with indignation.

“Screw killing her,” she hissed. “I’m going to kill him. Just as soon as I find his scrawny ass. How dare he?”

He huffed out a bitter laugh. “I hunted down his number and called him out on it. I told him if he was so desperate to be free of me he had to tell me to my face.”

“So what you’re telling me...” Robin said slowly, “is that your not just being invaded by one ex, but most likely two exes. And like your two biggest heartbreaks ever?”

Steve got to his feet and lopped over to her. “That about sums it up, yeah. I know you closed the store, but I still have to make Mrs. Laurence’s cake. She’s supposed to pick it up at 3pm.”

She patted him on the shoulder and tossed away the papers. “Let’s make this cake. We can’t disappoint Mrs. Laurence.”

Steve and Robin went through and tossed everything that couldn’t be salvaged. Steve pulled the two chocolate sheet cakes out of the freezer and set them on the decorating table. He went into the walk-in freezer and got out the two large tubs of frosting; one chocolate buttercream and the other vanilla buttercream.

Robin pulled out the food dyes and began mixing the colors they would need for the cake. Steve went and grabbed one final thing from the fridge before closing the door. A raspberry filling.

He got to work starting with a crumb coating and then took the purple colored frosting from Robin and began covering the whole cake. Once it was completely covered he started adding design elements and darker purple flowers.

Then he passed it over to Robin who wrote “Happy 50th Anniversary” on the top.

All in all it had taken about an hour. Then he called up Mrs. Laurence and told her that Robin would be delivering the cake today because the shop was closed. He didn’t explain why and she didn’t ask. Mostly she was just grateful that it was going to be delivered.

Then Steve got to work preparing for tomorrow. Things like cookies and pastries that could stay in the fridge over night were made first. Then he started on the thing he was most famous for: his brownies.

He had four kinds, a triple chocolate that was dark chocolate brownie with milk chocolate frosting and chunks. The second one was a peanut butter marble with fudge drizzled over it and topped with chopped peanuts. The third was a cheesecake and caramel that was super popular with the high school kids. But the most famous, the one every raved about was the mint brownie. It had mint in the brownie itself, mint frosting, and fudge and crumbled brownie bits covering the top.

The Monster as it was fondly called by Steve’s customers could turn even the most fervent of mint haters over to the dark side, it was that good.

Finally everything was ready for tomorrow.

When Robin came back from delivering the cake, she sat down at the decorating table and leaned on her elbows, clasping her hands together.

“When are you going to get some people into help you?” she asked gently. “You know I won’t be here forever and you can’t keep doing it on your own.”

Steve who had just finished cleaning everything up looked up at her with his big puppy dog eyes. “You’re going to leave me?” he asked with a pout.

She slapped at his arm. “You know that I’m heading to college in the fall, just as soon as I pick which one I’m going to. You’ll have all summer to train a couple of people to take my place.”

He sighed. “I know. I’ll think about it after I deal with my exes this week.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Fine. But I also get to interview these new peeps and make sure they’re good enough.”

“Deal!” he said and they shook hands.

****

Because they were closed the day before Steve had a line of customers lining up on the sidewalk when he turned the closed sign to read “OPEN”.

Robin and he got to work helping all the customers.

It was fine up until Mrs. O’Donnell came in absolutely bitching about how she always gets her bread on Wednesdays and he knows that he should have been open for her. Especially since Mrs. Laurence got her cake, so Steve should have been able to open for her to get her bread.

She had completely bottlenecked the whole line. Robin was working as hard as she could to keep up with demand on her side of the counter, but Steve could see she was starting to falter.

“Enough!” Steve barked and the whole shop went silent. “I had a personal matter come up that couldn’t have been avoided and Mrs. Laurence had paid for her cake well in advance which is why she still got it. And unless you don’t want to get your precious bread ever again, because I have banned you, then you better stop harassing me, get your damn bread, and get the fuck out of my store.”

Mrs. O’Donnell let out a small “eep!” before paying for her bread and leaving quickly. There was a small amount of clapping and Steve grinned.

“Next, please,” he said and the next customer came up.

Things went smoother after that.

Two hours later, the rush had ended and Robin and Steve worked on restocking the shelves.

“You always were a bitch, Steve,” a voice said from the corner on the shop were there were a couple of tables people could use to eat their tasty delights. “But watching you take down that bitch O’Donnell was like poetry in motion.”

Steve stiffened, hands clenching on the tray of brownies he was carrying. He slowly turned around and sure enough in all his black clothes, leather jacket, and many chained glory was Eddie Munson.

He gritted his teeth and slid the tray home in the display case. He pulled the towel off his shoulder and wiped off his hands. “Nice to see you finally got tired of running.”

Eddie got to his feet and moved to step toward the counter when a little bell went off announcing a customer.

In walked this soft round woman with a bright smile. She didn’t even notice Eddie standing there, she just walked right up to Steve.

“Mrs. Laurence!” Steve greeted warmly. “How was the cake yesterday?”

Mrs. Laurence smiled. “It was lovely as always, dear. Nothing but rave reviews from all.”

He smiled at her fondly. “I’m glad. So what can I get you today?”

She tapped her finger on her lips as scanned over the case. “I’ll take a half dozen raspberry truffles and a monster please.”

Steve’s smile turned into a grin. “You’re just in time, I just finished a fresh batch of monsters just before you came in.”

“Lucky me indeed,” she said with a giggle. “They are so much better fresh. Not like your peanut butter ones. They taste better after a day or two to really set the peanut butter.”

Steve laughed as he packed her order. “I always feel like the opposite, give the brownie bites on top time to get chewy and they’re...” he did the chef’s kiss. “But I like how gooey the fresh peanut butter ones are fresh out of the oven.”

Mrs. Laurence laughed too. “Agree to disagree, dear.” She paid and turned around.

“Oh my goodness!” she huffed. “I didn’t even see you there, you must think me rude just jumping the line like that.”

Eddie shook his head. “I don’t think you’ve got a rude bone in your body. Jeffy takes after you that way.”

She tilted her head. “Eddie?”

Eddie nodded mutely, lips pressed into a grim line. She swept him up in a hug.

“My Jeff didn’t say anything about you coming to town,” she admonished her youngest child.

Eddie just shook his head. “It was a last minute decision. Just something I have to take care of.”

She looked back at Steve who had his head tucked to his chin and then back to him. She nodded sagely. “I see. Do take care of yourself, Eddie.”

She wave back at Steve. “Bye, dear. Thank you so much again for the cake yesterday.”

“Of course, Mrs. Laurence, you have a good day,” Steve said softly.

Eddie finally made it to the counter.

“I forget she’s Jeff’s mom,” Steve muttered as he wiped down an already clean counter.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Yeah. Like I forgot he was in town for his parent’s wedding anniversary. I guess time does that to you.”

Steve nodded. “So you’re actually here.”

“So I’m actually here,” he agreed. “But first I want to know what the fuck a monster is?”

Steve’s eyes misted as he pulled out a brownie from the case and set it on a piece of parchment paper.

“It’s called that because it’s big, green, and ugly, but soft and sweet,” he explained like he was reading from a script, refusing to look up at Eddie, “just like the Frankenstein monster from that super old horror movie.”

Eddie looked down at the so-called monstrosity with a wave of affection for the man in front of him. That wasn’t why it was named the monster. The reason it was called that was because that’s what the towns people were calling him before he left for fortune and fame, because he played D&D, like metal music, and was an out and proud gay man. That and the fact that they thought he had killed a bunch of kids with a batch of bad blow.

Which had been bullshit. Considering he had never sold meth or cocaine and didn’t have any on him. So when they tested his hair, his clothes, his uncle’s trailer and couldn’t even find so much a speck of the stuff, let alone the stuff that killed the kids, they let him go.

As far as Eddie was aware they still don’t know who sold them the drugs.

So yeah, Steve made him the brownie when he was at his lowest to tell him how soft and sweet he was despite being called a monster.

Eddie opened his wallet and got out the cash for the brownie and handed it to Steve.

Steve went through the motions of getting him his change. Which Eddie immediately put in their little tip jar.

Steve boxed up the brownie and handed Eddie the box.

Eddie pulled out an envelope out of his messenger bag and handed it to Steve.

Steve sighed and pulled them out. He began to look over them over and had a pen in hand, when he looked up to see Eddie moaning around the brownie.

He clicked the pen and shoved it back in his apron. “I better have my lawyer look over this, after all I’m just dumb, right Eddie?”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he choked down the bite of the brownie. Flashing back to their last major fight.

“God!” he screamed. “How can you be this stupid? Those kids are in high school now, they have their own parents, for fuck’s sake. Where is your ambition? This is just bullshit. You aren’t chained here for fuck’s sake.”

Steve’s face shuttered and the mask he only pulled out when his parents were around dropped over his features. Bland, clueless, and absolutely frightening in its uncanny valley.

That’s when Eddie knew he’d fucked up bad. He had said the three things he swore in his wedding vows he’d never say to Steve. That he had no ambition, that he was stupid, and that he was bullshit.

He turned on his heel and never looked back.

Steve smirked as if he knew what was flashing through his mind and walked away, leaving Eddie standing there with hand near his mouth, the expression of shock still on his frozen features.

****

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[laurenairay]

Got me in the palm of your hand - M. Tkachuk

Summary: Wedding preparations are always emotional.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: mild angst

A/N: I love this song and I just felt inspired to write a little something. Enjoy!

Title from I don’t dance, by Lee Brice

~

I'll never settle down, That's what I always thought, Yeah, I was that kind of man, Just ask anyone, I don't dance, but here I am.

“How many more of these do we need to make?”

“Seeing as your family has about a 1000 people in it, we are barely a quarter way through,” you mused.

Taryn just groaned, throwing her head back dramatically.

“I love you, and I love Matty, but I am never doing this again,” she muttered.

“Hopefully I’ll never have to do it again either,” you teased.

That was the thing about weddings – there were a hundred things to do and nowhere near enough time to do them. Taryn had volunteered to come over to help you assemble the table centrepieces while Matthew and Brady went to pick up their tailored suits, and now that you’d finally sorted out the table plan, it was time to figure out decorations. It didn’t matter that Matthew was more than happy to splash the cash and hire professionals to take care of everything – there were just some things that needed a personal touch. Table centrepieces were easy enough, and what you’d been putting together wasn’t difficult, but with the amount of guests you’d invited? Turns out there were a lot of tables needing decorations.

“You know, I never thought he’d settle down,” Taryn said suddenly.

You inhaled sharply as her words sunk in, dread cutting through your body.

“What?”

You turned your head, frowning at your soon-to-be sister-in-law’s words.

“Do you want to elaborate on that, Taryn?” you said dryly, raising an eyebrow.

She flushed deeply, grimacing at your reaction, but you held firm. It wasn’t like you hadn’t known Matthew’s reputation when you’d first started dating him, the serial dater-and-heartbreaker, but to hear that from his sister? You couldn’t deny it stung a little.

“I really don’t know how to answer without digging myself a hole?” she admitted.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You knew she wasn’t malicious or spiteful or even mean, but you needed more than that.

“I need you to say something, Tar, because right now my head is saying that this is Matty’s way of sneakily saying that he doesn’t want to get married.”

Because that was exactly what you were preparing for right now – the wedding that was only a month away. So the last thing you needed was the doubt that Matthew wasn’t as all in as you were – you needed to know.

“Oh my god, no, no way,” Taryn said quickly, shaking her head, “He absolutely 100% wants to marry you. That isn’t it at all.”

You let out a breath that was far shakier than you thought it would be and nodded. That was a slight relief at least. Still, you waited her out, needing her to finish her thoughts before you spiralled all over again. Matthew held your whole heart and for that brief moment that heart had started to crumble. Nothing had ever felt like that before.

“Matthew is a hopeless romantic at his core,” she eventually said, “You know that, everyone knows that. But he had such high standards for the person he envisioned spending the rest of his life with that I guess he figured he’d never find that perfect person, so he just dated casually, right?”

“Okay…”

You could see where she was going with this, so you nodded your encouragement.

“He dated casually, and often less than even calling it dating, all things I know you two have already talked about because he told me and Brady that he’d told you it all. It turned into him putting on a front, creating this image of someone who wasn’t a romantic, who didn’t invest himself in any relationship and it sucked seeing him that way. We just wanted him to be happy, you know? So when he started talking about you? We knew something had changed.”

“Really?” you found yourself asking.

Taryn grinned widely, making you laugh. “Yeah, really really. It took him a while, I’ll admit, old habits and all I suppose, but when he properly started talking about you? About all the dates and how beautiful you were and the way you were clearly filling all the voids in his life? Me and Brady were buzzing. When he finally told mom about you after that date he took you dancing? That was it, I knew you were it for him. He never dances for anyone. So yeah, I never thought he’d settle down because he wanted that fairytale. But he’s found that with you.”

The tears that filled your eyes didn’t hesitate to trickle down your cheeks, a soft whimper tearing from your throat before you could stop it. No-one had ever told you that’s how Matthew had spoken about you. And that was when she knew you were it for Matthew? That was years ago.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please don’t tell Matty I made you cry,” Taryn said, panicking.

“Happy tears, I promise. Happy tears,” you replied, shaking your head.

You wiped your face with sleeves, no doubt smearing mascara everywhere, laughing wetly as you tried to compose yourself. It didn’t matter how long you’d known the Tkachuk family – one of them always managed to catch you off-guard. And to think, soon enough, you’d be one of them.

Wasn’t that a thought?

��I’m really sorry. I’ve made an ass of myself and I really didn’t mean to,” Taryn mumbled.

That self-deprecating look on her face was so familiar that it made your chest ache, and you wasted no time in pulling her into a hug. Taryn immediately hugged you back, firm and loving, a Tkachuk family trait, making you laugh softly.

“I think this calls for a drink,” you said, once you’d eventually pulled away.

“Shit yeah, I’ll get us some beers.”

As Taryn walked out of the room, you unlocked your phone, tapping through to your message thread with Matthew.

To: Matty I love you. So much.

You didn’t have to wait long for a reply, phone buzzing within minutes.

From: Matty I love you more. So much more than Brady. He keeps whining that he’s hungry even though we ate two hours ago. How do you feel about sushi for dinner? I can pick up your favourites on my way home?

Yeah you really couldn’t wait to marry this man.

~

Spinnin' you 'round and 'round in circles, It ain't my style, but I don't care, I'd do anything with you anywhere, Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand, 'Cause I don't dance.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for telling my mom not to invite grandma to my dead dad’s birthday dinner?

For context, my (19M) dad (44M) died in January of ‘24. He was a dick and I don’t miss him, but he was my mom (46F)’s husband and I’ve been there for her through the grieving process. Unfortunately, Mom’s mother (80F) has taken over my mom’s grief and has made it about her.

For what I mean, it’s that Grandma wouldn’t let my mom stand next to my dad as he was dying in the hospital bed from jaundice and cancer, was praying very loudly that her son-in-law would get better and putting her hands all over my dad’s chest, kept comparing what my dad was going through to how her 7th husband died back in ‘09 (also cancer but not the same), and overall was just obnoxious during the worst moment of my Mom’s life.

This isn’t a new thing for grandma to do. Grandma is just a dick. She’s openly racist against Asian people, she’s stupidly Homophobic (but not towards me because I’m family and I’m ber favoritr grandkid because I’m not afraid to talk smack about people who get on my nerves. barf.), and any achievement that my Mom receives, Grandma has a story about how she won something even better.

It has gotten worse when my Mom’s dad (85M) moved in with us for health reasons. Grandpa was Grandma’s 3rd husband and their marriage didn’t end amicably. Still, it’s been 40 years and Mom wants a relationship with her dad. Grandma HATES him. Constantly yelling at him for forgetting things when she comes over, brags about being there for us grandkids (I have two younger sisters) when we were little, and overall is just plain rude. My dad used to be able to just tell her to leave, but now that he’s gone, he can’t.

Well, last week would have been my dad’s 45th birthday. Mom wanted to celebrate by taking me and my youngest sister (the older sister just moved out for college and is across the country) to Dad’s favorite restaurant. As we were leaving, Mom was stressing very heavily about not inviting Grandma or Grandpa. She stressed about Grandpa because he often forgets to eat dinner and she stressed about Grandma because the old bitch has flamed my mom on Facebook for not being invited to events before, even though my mom knew that Grandma wouldn’t like those events (think late night soccer games, plays where I’m not a main role/has an 18+ theme, etc. stuff an old Christian woman who hates driving at night would hate)

I told Mom not to invite either grandparent and that the three of us (me, Mom, and little sister) should just go alone and enjoy some immediate family time. We did and we had a great time, talking with my little sister about her high school classes, talking shit about my mom’s coworkers, and me getting to infodump about Fallout because my mom just watched the tv show.

Towards the end of the night, my Mom gets a text from Grandma asking what we were up to for Dad’s birthday. I tell Mom not to answer and she doesn’t. Grandma then sends Mom a screenshot of the family Life360 map and starts sending walls off texts saying how hurt she is that she wasn’t invited, how neglected she is, how awful it is that she can’t spend time with the grandkids anymore, how Mom always prioritizes Grandpa over Grandma (he wasn’t even with us?) and shit like that. I take Mom’s phone and block Grandma for her since she’s sitting next to me, frozen and locked-up.

It’s been a week now and we haven’t spoken to Grandma. That’s fine by me, but I can see that my Mom is upset and regrets how the dinner went.

Here’s where I may be the asshole:

I was the one who said not to invite Grandma

I was the one who blocked Grandma

I butted my head into my Mom and Grandma’s relationship

Here’s why I think I’m not:

My mom has never been good at standing up for herself

My mom shouldn’t have to deal with this bullshit while grieving her fucking husband of 22 years

Not everything is about Grandma. She inserts herself into everything needlessly

TL;DR: Dad died. Went to dinner with my mom and sister to celebrate his birthday. Grandma found out and bitched a fit that she wasn’t invited. I took mom’s phone and blocked her. Now mom is stressing about losing her relationship with grandma. Aita?

#aita #am i the asshole

[tayytae]

“Late Nights, and Tom”

Synopsis: Fem/Reader, who becomes increasingly suspicious of her boyfriend Tom's late-night arrivals home. She grapples with doubts about his fidelity, questioning his explanations for his tardiness. The tension builds as she confronts Tom about her concerns, leading to a pivotal moment in their relationship where trust is put to the test.

ANGST-SMUT

Reading time: 10m

MY POOKIE SAID I SHOULD DO THIS SO WHY NOT 🗣️

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I sat on the couch, staring at the clock as it ticked past midnight. Tom was late again. This had become a routine lately—him coming home way past his usual time, always with some flimsy excuse. At first, I tried to believe him, but my gut told me something was off.

Tonight, I couldn't take it anymore. I paced around the living room, my mind racing with thoughts of what he could be doing. Is he with another woman? Is he lying to me? The questions gnawed at me, consuming my thoughts until I heard the front door creak open.

Tom stumbled in, looking disheveled and guilty. "Hey, babe," he mumbled, avoiding my eyes.

I couldn't hold back anymore. "Where have you been?" My voice came out sharper than I intended.

He hesitated, then stammered out a story about a work emergency that required him to stay late. But I wasn't buying it anymore. "Tom, I can't do this. I feel like you're hiding something from me."

He looked genuinely hurt. "I'm not cheating on you, I swear. It's just been crazy at work."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I want to believe you, but it's hard when you keep coming home late without any real explanation."

Tom sat down heavily on the couch, looking defeated. "I promise, there's nothing going on. I'll try to be more transparent about my schedule from now on."

I nodded, trying to compose myself. "I just need honesty, Tom. That's all."

We argued for a while longer, and eventually, I just gave up and went to bed.

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As the days went by, the tension between us only grew. Every time Tom came home late, it was like a dagger in my heart. I tried to trust him, but the doubts kept creeping in. One evening, I couldn't contain my frustration any longer, once again, I accidentally outbursted.

"You're late again," I said, my voice trembling with anger.

Tom sighed, running a hand through his braided hair, tracing the indents of the rows. “It was just a long meeting, babe. You know how it is."

"No, I don't know how it is, Tom. Because you never tell me anything anymore!" The words spilled out before I could stop them.

He looked hurt. "I'm sorry if I've been distant, but work has been crazy lately."

"That's not an excuse, Tom! You can't keep using work as a shield to hide whatever it is you're doing."

His eyes flashed with annoyance. "I'm not hiding anything from you!"

"Then why won't you just be honest with me?" I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

Tom's expression softened. "I am being honest. I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you." He sighed, looking down at his feet for a few seconds before glancing his doe eyes back up at me.

"But you are hurting me, Tom. Every time you come home late, it feels like a betrayal."

He took a step towards me, reaching out to hold my hands. "I promise, there's no one else. You're the only one I want."

I wanted to pull away, I wanted so desperately to believe him, but the doubts lingered like a dark cloud over us. "Prove it then, Tom. Show me that I can trust you."

He nodded solemnly. "I will, I swear. Just give me a chance to make things right.." he pulled me closer by my waist, our chests touching together as he looked down at me with a smirk.

We stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air. Deep down, I wanted to believe that Tom was telling the truth. But the nagging voice in my head kept asking, what if he's not?

Tom leaned down, passionately kissing my lips. His lips felt.. soft, warm, and plump. I couldn’t help but let his tongue explore my mouth with such keenness.

I blush as tom’s lustful gaze stayed upon me. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said in a husky voice, his hand sliding up from my waist to cup my breast through my shirt. He can already feel my hardened nipple against his palm and he smirks, knowing that he has that effect on me.

I bit my lip as Tom leaned in and captured my lips in yet, another kiss. This time, the passion, the love, and the gentleness vanished. This one, was lustful, eager, and rough. His hands traveled around my body in a possessive manner, wanting nothing more then to show me his love tonight.

Tom's hands traveled down my body, pulling my shirt up and over my head, revealing my bare chest to him for the first time in what felt like years. His lips were on my skin, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my neck, collarbone, and breasts.

I moaned softly as I felt his lips attach to my neck area, my hands left his own and started to tug on his dark, black cornrows.

Tom growls, the sound vibrating through my body as he grabs my hands and pins them above my head, his lips never leaving my skin. He trails kisses down my chest, over my breasts, and flicking his tongue over each of my nipples before making his way lower.

“mmh- Tom..” I moaned quietly, loving the way his lips feel against my soft and delicate skin.

"Mm.. your skin against my lips feels amazing, fuck.." Tom murmurs against my skin, his tongue tracing patterns over my stomach as his hands move to unbutton my pants. He pulls them down, taking my panties with them and throwing them both to the side.

I feel the cold air hit me, the only form of warmth is Tom’s ragged breathing and the feeling in my lower abdomen.

I moan and throw my head back, letting myself enjoy the sensations. Tom’s constant praises and reassurances make me feel a bit better about all of his actions, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Only thing on my mind is him.

“T-Tom,” I plead, my hands tugging on his braids as I continued to speak, my hips rocking against his face in order to creat more friction.

“Mmm, that's it baby. Let go and give in to the pleasure. You're so fucking beautiful when you lose control." Tom whispers against my skin as he continues to finger and suck on my clit, determined to make me cum hard for him.

A loud moan escapes my mouth as he adds a finger, his fingers automatically curling to my g-spot. My legs squeeze his head unconsciously as the pleasure becomes a bit overwhelming.

“M’close..” I said in between my moans, whimpers coming out of my mouth as my stomach forms a knot.

“I know, you're so fucking close. Make sure you cum hard for me baby. Make that sound again, I've missed it." Tom murmurs against my skin, his fingers pumping into me faster with his thumb rubbing circles over my clit.

I moan louder, my hands gripping the sheets hard as my head gets thrown back. My mouth in a shape of an ‘O’ as a silent moan escapes my mouth at the same time. I glance back to Tom as his eyes stay focused on me, occasionally sneaking glances at his working.

"Yes, that's it baby. Cum hard for me like you always do. I love watching you cum undone in my hands." Tom groans out as he watches my reaction, his fingers moving faster as he increases the pressure on my clit.

“Shit!- M’gonna..” I couldn’t finish my sentance as my pussy clenches around Toms rather large fingers; my white juice covering his fingers

"oh fuck yeah..." Tom groans as I cum hard on his hand, his fingers covered in my juices. He immediately withdraws them and licks them off in front of me, giving a loud moan as he does.

Tom stands up and undos his belt and takes off his shirt, my eyes wander over his toned body; admiring his godly physique.

"Do you like what you see?" A smirk forms on Tom's lips as he drops his boxer briefs, showing off his cock that was now fully erect. "I hope you do because I can't wait to be inside of you."

I gasped at the size, a huge 10 inch cock. Its been in me before, but just seeing it makes me feel even wetter..

"Don't worry baby, I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of me in that tight little pussy." Tom gets on the bed, crawling towards me. He leans down and kisses me hard, running a hand over my chest.

I moaned into the kiss as tom pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart and positioning himself at my entrance.

"Oh fuck, I missed you baby. I missed that sweet little pussy too." Tom teases as he rubs his cock between my lips slowly before pushing it in all the way to the hilt, giving a loud grunt as he does.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I grip his biceps, the pain of him stretching me out is absolutely insane. Yet, do to our long history of dating, I still never really got used to his size.

"That's right, fucking tight as always baby.” Tom bottoms out and stays there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size before he starts to pull back slowly. He does this a few times so I can get used to the feeling of him being inside of me.

I bit my lip in pain, but then the pain turns in to pleasure as I begin to moan. Nodding at Tom to signal he can start to go faster.

Tom gives a low growl from the back of his throat and starts to pick up his pace, gradually going faster with each thrust as he fucks me hard and fast.

I moaned loud, my hands moving to his shoulder as I dig my nails into his skin, Tom leans down and whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

"God baby, I love you so much. Your pussy feels so good." he says with a gasp as he picks up his pace even more, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

“T-Tom!” my eyes rolling back as my face begins to sweat, the sensations sending me into complete ecstasy.

"I'm close baby, cum with me. cum all over my cock." he growls, reaching a hand down between me to rub at my clit, the extra stimulation pushing me both over the edge.

I clench around his cock as my vision fades, stars filling my sight as I do exactly what he says. I cum hard and all over his dick. A ring of my juices can be found at the base of his penis.

Tom lets out a loud moan as he cums deep inside of me, completely filling me up with his seed. He stays there for a moment or two, trying to catch his breath before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to me.

I pant as I try and catch my breath, glancing over at Tom. His gaze then looks at me.

"wow.." he says with a grin on his face, reaching out to brush some hair out of my sweaty face. We stay silent for a few minutes before tom speaks up again, "I'm sorry I've been so late from work lately, baby. My boss has been piling on the work and I wanted to make sure I could do as much as I could so I could see you."

I pull Tom into my embrace, “Thank you baby,” I rubbed his back, “Thank you for finally telling me.”

"I know I should have told you sooner, but I didn't want you to worry." he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer.

I smiled, “Its fine baby, I love you.”

"I love you too, more than anything.”

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[jeyusos-girl]

a/n: yall someone tell this man to release me from the spell he’s cast on me 😭😭😭

don’t know where this came from but here it it

i feel like i may make another version of this without the angst bc it wasn’t supposed to be angsty to begin with 💀💀💀

word count: 832

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“What do you want?” Y/N whispered, stretching her limbs over her king-sized bed, loving the way the silk sheets felt over her smooth skin.

There was a beat of silence before the man at the end of the bed spoke up.

“You.”

A smirk painted itself on her glossy lips. She pulled herself up, leaning back on her bent elbows.

“Which part of me?” she teased, biting her lip. She stared into his dark eyes, feeling a chill creep up her spine. She hated that he had that effect on her.

Her teasing did nothing to crack the stoic look on his face.

“All of you.”

She fell back on the bed as his strong hands traveled up her legs, gripping and massaging her calves. Her skin broke out in goosebumps. She did little to stop the satisfied moans from escaping her lips.

She ignored the alarm bells ringing in her head when his hands inched towards her thick thighs.

“Why are you holding back from me?” he asked gruffly.

She heard him, but she didn't speak. Too deep in a euphoric daze brought on by the feeling of his big hands roaming her thighs.

She was shaken out of that daze when a sharp slap cracked across her left thigh. A soft gasp fell from her lips as he pulled her to the end of the bed. They were now face to face, his stoic expression replaced with one Y/N couldn't decipher.

“Why are you holding back from me?” he repeated, growing more frustrated.

“You're married,” Y/N stated matter-of-factly.

He rolled his eyes, standing up straight. He ran a hand over his full beard, not making eye contact.

“We’re getting a divorce,”

“I've heard that one before,” it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“I’m serious, I’m meeting with my attorney next week,”

The room went silent for a moment before Y/N spoke up.

“You're still legally married,”

He let out a frustrated sigh.

“My marriage has been over for a while regardless of what the law says you know that,”

“Okay but-”

“Why are we still talking about this,” he interrupted her.

“I don't sleep with married men,”

He smirked at that. Of course he did.

“Well then, how do you explain what happened three years ago?” he wove his fingers through her hair tugging harshly so she couldn't look away from his fiery gaze.

She swallowed harshly as she felt herself shrinking internally.

“That was a mistake, you know that,” she whispered.

“Really? Four days of making love all over Hawaii was a mistake to you? Be honest with yourself.”

“I am honest with myself but you can't say the same can you?” Y/N snapped.

“You knew marrying her was a mistake, I told you you'd regret it. That's why you'd come crawling back to me every time you and her argued, that's why you flew me to Hawaii after she said she was done with you for the millionth time and that's why you showed up on my doorstep unannounced after almost 2 years of not speaking to me because you finally have the balls to do what you should've done a long time ago.”

He slowly loosened his grip on her hair as he saw her eyes well up with tears.

Y/N was a tough girl, but Tama had always been her weakness.

“And I was stupid enough to let you in again,”

“Baby,” Tama tried to wipe away the tears that escaped her eyes.

“No Tama, I can’t do this again, you're just going to leave me like you always do.”

She stood up from the bed, pushing him away in the process.

He watched as she sat at her vanity, silently wiping away the tears that kept coming.

“You're right,” he murmured.

She looked at him through the mirror as he paced the room.

“You’re right, I do regret marrying her, I regret not choosing you every time I think of what my life has become,” he paused as Y/N turned to face him.

He moved closer and kneeled before her.

“I hate that I put you through this for all these years, I would give anything to go back in time and change this situation. I love you, and I will never stop trying to make it up to you.”

“I don't know, I don't think I can handle another heartbreak Tama,” Y/N mumbled with her face in her hands.

“You won't have to baby. Just let me make it up to you,”

He moved her hands from her face and cupped her cheeks in his hands.

She didn't pull away, instead, she leaned into his touch as his thumbs caressed the soft skin.

“Okay, one last chance. That's it,”

He nodded, searching her eyes before testing his luck and leaning in slowly.

Y/N met him halfway, and their lips met in a sweet yet timid kiss.

‘hopefully he stays true to his word’

#tama tonga #tama tonga x reader #tama tonga imagines #tama tonga imagine #wwe imagines #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #the bloodline imagines #the bloodline x reader #the bloodline imagine

[scoonsaliciousupdates]

3.2 Major

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex, Bucky's past, people judging Bucky based on said past.

Word Count: 1.2k

Previously On...: Lily and Bucky went out to brunch, and she made her feelings about you known.

A/N: Eh, another part. Why not?

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You dragged yourself into the WarZone’s flagship storefront in Midtown a few hours later than normal for a Saturday, but you’d wanted to get a couple of extra hours of sleep after Bucky had left this morning. You honestly couldn’t believe you had been up all night having mind blowing sex with a man you had just met. 

Your first thought upon waking up that morning was that he had left in the early pre-dawn hours, but those fears were cast aside as soon as you registered the weight of his arm around your midsection, tucking you against him. Then, you were hit with the concern that he was going to think you were just an easy lay and decide he never wanted to see you again, but to your immense surprise, he’d asked you to have dinner with him that same night. You’d have to be a fucking idiot to have said no.

“Uh oh, someone’s tardy,” said your office assistant, Zadie, as you finally made your way into work. “You’re lucky the boss isn’t here to see you show up late, Major.” She grinned at you, and you stuck your tongue out at her. “Ha, ha. Very funny, Zade,” you said, picking up the pile of mail that had been placed on your desk and beginning to sort through it. “Good thing the boss and I are tight; I think she’ll let it slide.”

“Oh, look who decided to finally show up,” came the voice of the location’s manager, Rand, as he came out of one of the rage rooms. He turned to Zadie. “Either you or I had the audacity to come in three hours late, we wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

You rolled your eyes at your friend and longtime employee. “Yeah, well, come back at me when it’s your name signing the paychecks, okay, Rand?”

“Relax,” he said, “we’re just giving you shit for the fun of it. So what’s the deal? You have a hot date last night or something?”

“I thought you said you were going out to get drinks with Natasha?” Zadie asked.

You slid down into your desk chair, wiggling your mouse to wake up your computer. “I did,” you told her. “Wait,” said Rand, coming over to sit on the edge of your desk. “Like, Natasha Romanoff, our hottest customer? That Natasha?”

“That would be her,” you said, not really paying him much attention as you navigated to your work emails and took a sip of the coffee you’d brought with you to keep yourself awake.

“Oh. My. God,” Rand said, beaming at you. “Major, did you hook up with an Avenger last night?!”

You choked on the sip you’d just taken. “How in the hell did you figure that out, Rand?!” you asked, astonished.

“You had sex with the Black Widow?!” Zadie exclaimed. “Major, that is amazing! How was she? Oh my god, I bet she was fantastic!” Your friend sighed. “She looks like she knows what to do with her tongue.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you tried to get a word in edgewise. “I did not have sex with Natasha,” you clarified when the two finally let you talk. They looked at you expectantly. “I had sex with Bucky Barnes,” you confessed, hiding your face in your hands to hide your grin and your blush.

Zadie and Rand stared at you silently, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. “What?” you asked them, 

after the silence had stretched on a little too long.

“You fucked the Winter Soldier?” Rand asked eventually in a monotone. “Do you have a death wish, or are you fucking insane?”

“Major, did you not follow his trial?” Zadie asked you. “It was all over the news, like, four and a half years ago.”

You swallowed and shook your head. You most certainly had not followed his trial; you’d been a little preoccupied getting divorced and hadn’t been in a frame of mind to be paying much attention to the media.

“He was convicted for, like, a bunch of murders and crimes against humanity and shit,” Zadie said. 

You felt your heart plunge into your stomach. Of course, the first guy you really connected with since your divorce, who had blown your mind with his bedroom skills, was a convicted murderer. Of fucking course.

But then a thought hit you– “If he was convicted for all that,” you said, thinking it over, “how is he not in prison? I mean, he’s a friend of Nat’s; fuck, he’s best buddies with Captain Freaking America; and Steve Rogers doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to just casually chill with serial killers.”

“He got a Presidential pardon,” Rand explained. “There were supposedly extenuating circumstances. But, I mean, it was just sex. It’s not like you’re gonna start dating the man or anything, right?”

You stayed silent, avoiding looking Rand in the eye.

“Right, Major?” he asked you pointedly. “Just say ‘Of course I would not date the convicted felon, Rand. I value the preservation of my life’.”

“You said there were extenuating circumstances,” you responded. “What were they?”

“What, is his dick, like, magic or something?” Zadie asked, eyeing you suspiciously. 

“Among other things,” you answered sheepishly.

Rand threw his hands up in the air. “For fuck’s sake,” he shouted. “It’s like she wants to be a Dateline episode!”

“I just don’t want to pass judgment without knowing all the facts,” you told him. “Or giving him a chance to explain himself.” They both looked at you skeptically. “Guys, he just… He just doesn’t seem like that kind of person! He’s an Avenger, for crying out loud! Tasked with saving the world! Do you really think they’d let him join them if he was a dangerous criminal? Seriously?”

Zadie and Rand exchanged a glance, as if silently communicating that you’d lost your mind.

“You know what?” you asked, exasperated. “It’s my life. If I want to go out with him, I’m gonna go out with him, and you guys just have to accept that.”

“We’re just tryna look out for you, boss,” Zadie said softly. “It worries us.”

You felt your annoyance with them dampen somewhat. “I appreciate that, guys. But I’m a grown ass adult with combat training. I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, but he’s–” Rand began, but you interrupted him. “I’m done talking about it, Rand,” you said pointedly. “Now, Zadie, I need you to contact the Queens branch and tell them to add the name ‘Peter Parker’ to our VIP list, no charge.”

Zadie nodded and moved to pick up the phone.

“And Rand,” you said, turning back to face him, “if I do decide that I want to start dating Bucky, that’ll mean you might see him around here. You don’t have to go out of your way to be friends with him, or even be around him, but if your paths do cross, I ask that you remain civil, please.”

Rand nodded. “If you can guarantee he won’t murder me,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head dismissively. You were going to have to dig in to Bucky’s history to find out exactly what he’d been convicted for, and what, exactly, these “mitigating circumstances” had been.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #mcu bucky barnes #james barnes

[naturesapphic]

hey, could you do one with beefy!daddy!nat x autistic!little!reader??

maybe one with the reader having a crisis because of some noise - maybe one of tony's parties - and nat comforts him by snuggling the reader in his lap

Too Loud

Beefy!Daddy!natasha romanoff x autistic!fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort

Your daddy was finishing putting on your dress when you heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in!” Natasha yelled out softly and Wanda opened the door. “My oh my! Look how pretty she is nat!” Auntie wanda gushed over you and you felt your cheeks go red at the compliment. “Tank chu auntie wands…” you said quietly as you smiled. Wanda nodded her head and turned her attention to your daddy. “The party has started and Tony wanted me to come see what was taking so long.” Wanda said with a smile and Natasha chuckled.

“Well tell the ol’ geezer that we’ll be down in a minute.” Natasha said to wanda. She nodded and left the room to go back downstairs. Natasha put her blazer on and fixed her collar as you stood their and admired how pretty your daddy is. “What’s for you staring little girl.” Natasha said and your cheeks flushed red once again which made Natasha grin. “Chu so pretty daddy..” you said softly as Natasha went over to you and grabbed you by your waist softly, leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you pumpkin. Now. Let’s go and have some fun!” Natasha said happily as you giggled.

You and Natasha went out the door and went downstairs where the party was but didn’t realized at the amount of people that were here. Tony told everyone that it would be a small gathering but you could tell that he invited a lot more than she should have. “Don’t worry darling, we will go to a spot that’s not so loud okay?” Your daddy reassured you as she took your hand in hers and guided you to a spot in the corner of the room and sat down on the couch. You and nat sat there for a few minutes until she saw some of her friends and got up from her spot. She turned to face you and gave you a warming reassuring smile.

“Daddy will be right back okay? She won’t be long. Stay here and be a good girl alright?” She said and you nodded. She gave you a bright smile and went off to her friends. Thirty minutes later and she wasn’t back yet and it seemed like the music was getting louder and more people were here. You whimpered and curled yourself up on the couch and covered your ears to try and stop the loud music that was pumping through your ears. A few moments later you felt hands at your waist and you flinched and looked up to see your daddy with a apologetic expression on her face. You sat up and she immediately sat down beside you and you got into her lap.

“Shhh shhh it’s okay babygirl daddy is here. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I would be gone that long. Shhh we will leave soon okay?” Natasha said against your ear gently. You nodded and snuggled up to her. She wrapped her strong arms around you and put her head on top of hers. She decided to hum and sing to you so she could distract you and you liked how her chest vibrates when she does it. You didn’t know when y’all left, but you woke up in y’all’s shared bed with Natasha tucking you in. “We lefts?” You asked her as you rubbed your eyes. “Yeah we did. Not too long after I started singing, you fell asleep and I decided to leave. I let uncle Tony know and he understood.” Natasha explained to you and you nodded as you yawned.

“You get some sleep now pretty girl. Daddy’s not going anywhere.” She reassured you as she slipped into the bed next to you and you got into her arms. Natasha started humming again and you fell asleep peacefully in her arms.

A/n: I hope you liked it Anon and I hope this is what you wanted. I hope the rest of y’all liked it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

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[ninyard]

kayleigh day hcs for the ask game 👀

this is so funny because i literally have a post sitting in my drafts of kayleigh day Moments that i've been thinking about for a few days now

realistic headcanon: when she was "selling" exy to schools and colleges and sports clubs across the world, and once she'd made enough money off of it to be able to, she would always make a point to offer free gear or trials or training to people in places where kids grew up in bad situations or surroundings. the schools with high dropout rates and high levels of gang affiliation amongt students, the programmes for kids who'd dropped out of school, the centres that worked with young adults who were previously incarcerated, prisons/juvies - it was really important to her to give people who had no chance at all in life the chance to be good at something. she didn't exactly inspire david to start the foxes, because he'd always wanted to do something like what he does now, but it was refreshing for them to bounce ideas off each other about how they can best help the people who need it through the sport.

may not be realistic it is hilarious: she kept her pregnancy a secret for a really long time. 1) so she could keep playing exy and they wouldn't want to take her off the Court because of it and 2) she didn't want david to work out kevin was his. so she told him kevin came early when he came perfectly on time, so wymack still believes kevin was a premature baby because nobody corrected it, because nobody knew. she probably was back on the court within a very short amount of time after giving birth because she hadn't been able to play for so long.

heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends: (iirc, there was something said about her death not being an accident, so this kind of goes in line with that. disregard if that's just something I made up oops) once kayleigh started to distance herself from the moriyama's in the lead up to her death, she worried that something would happen to her, considering how dangerous tetsuji's family could be. she wrote kevin letters for him to read when he grew up; for his first day of school, of high school, for his graduation, the day he went pro, for the day he won an olympic medal, the his wedding day, things like that. not even in depth letters, maybe some of them were cards, but they were just all of these different sentiments stuffed into one envelope with his name on the outside. just in case. when she died, tetsuji found it. when kevin found the letter that she'd written about wymack being his father, if he had've searched just a few books to the right he would've found the envelope, or one of the letters, or cards, a chunky bulge in between the pages of a book. tetsuji never gives it to kevin. maybe when tetsuji passes away however many years down the line, somebody finds it when they're clearing out his stuff, and they send it to kevin. or maybe tetsuji destroyed it before he ever got the chance.

unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own: kevin was older than just a baby/toddler when she died. in my heart he was older and remembers his mother being alive!! not saying he was a teenager or anything but in my head he was 7/8/9 when she died!

#these are subpar im sorry #but i think about her often #and her life #who was she??? what was she like???? #was she a diva like kevin is? a major bitch when she had to be? #did she ghost david after she found out she was pregnant or did they keep in contact until she died? #idk!!!! #kayleigh day #aftg #tfc

[blairrwaldorfs]

Written in the Stars

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are a believer in fate but after getting your heart broken, you had stopped believing it. Until you met Joe. Suddenly, it got you questioning if fate is real or not.

Author's Note: Part 4! This one is inspired by the movie Holidate :)

Wordcount: 5.1K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

The sound of your door opening, awakened you. Though, you continue to keep your eyes closed and try to put yourself back to sleep. You felt like shit. You weren’t sure if it was from the convenience store sushi that you ate last night, or it was because it was October 31st, and you were Joe’s Halloween date tonight. Either way, both of those thoughts were making your stomach turn. You spent your morning running around the house, cleaning and just making things organized to keep your mind busy. By noon, you had told yourself to take a short nap. It wasn’t really a short nap since you slept for four hours. Now, you didn’t even want to get up from your bed at all. 

“Hey, it’s almost six.” Sara said, leaning against your doorframe. “We need to start getting ready.”

No answer. 

“Are you awake?” Sara asked.

You let out a muffled groan from under your duvet before you went back to sleep. Sara walked over to your bed and stared at you for a moment.

“Hey, are you going to get up?”  

No answer again.

Sara slid the covers away from you and saw that you were sleeping peacefully. 

“Hey.” She said again, poking you on your cheek. “You really need to start getting ready.”

“No.” You mumbled, eyes still closed.

Sara grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you by your arms for you to get up, but you kept your weight down on your bed.

“Nooo!” You whined as Sara finally gave up.

She sighed and shook her head before walking out of your room. Pulling the covers over your head, you let yourself go back to sleep again. You were debating all night whether this was a good idea in the first place. What were you thinking of saying yes about this? You shouldn’t have said yes when you weren’t ready to go out there again. Plus, your stomach was just kicking you hard tonight. You were still trying to figure out what to do with that. You curled up under your covers and hugged your pillow, hoping Sara would just leave if you didn’t get up for the next ten minutes. 

“Hey, we’re gonna be late.” Sara came into your room, waking you up again. 

You groaned under the covers as she walked towards your bed, her hands on her hips as she looked down at you. She slid the covers away from your head, and you let out a scream as soon as you opened your eyes. She was wearing some kind of green face mask for her face.

Sara rolled her eyes and said, “It’s just a face mask before I put on my makeup.” 

“What are you going for? A zombie flapper?” You made a face.

“You need to start getting ready.”

“No.” You groaned, flipping the covers over your head. “I feel like shit.”

“You’re just nervous.” Sara said, walking over to the foot of your bed and flipped the covers from your feet. Her cold hands grabbed you by the ankles and immediately pulled you down. 

“SARA!” You screamed as Sara laughed. A big thud vibrated through the room as soon as you fell on your wooden floors. “Jesus Christ! When did you get so strong?” 

“Seriously, we’re going to be late.” 

You pouted and hugged your knees as you sat on the cold wooden floors. “What if I don’t go? I could just call up Joe and tell him I don’t feel good. He’ll understand.”

“No, you’re gonna go because you promised him that you were going to show up.” Sara stated sternly.

“What if this was a bad idea?”

“It’s a bad idea to be Joe’s date because you like him?” Sara raised her brow, trying to show you that what you were thinking wasn’t making any sense. 

You sighed and nodded your head. Sara ripped her face mask off her face, throwing it in the bin before sitting next to you on the floor.

“You need to stop comparing Carter to every man that you meet. I know it’s hard to trust someone again but don’t blame Joe for Carter’s toxic actions. Joe is a different person.”

You took a deep breath and nodded your head. “Yeah, I know.” 

“So, let’s go.” Sara got up and held out her hand to you. You gazed up to your best friend and stared at her hand for a moment. 

Take a risk. You told yourself.

You grabbed her hand as she helped you get up. “Start getting ready.” She said, walking out of the door. 

Your eyes fell to the steampunk costume that was hanging on your closet. You let Joe pick the costume and of course, he had to pick the most complicated one. How were you even going to tie up the corset that came with the costume? Shaking your head, you grabbed your things and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. After an hour, your hair was curled, your makeup was ready, but you were struggling with the one thing that you knew you were going to struggle with. 

The fucking corset. 

“Okay, suck it in for a moment.” Sara told you as she pulled the strings from the back of the corset. 

The costume came with a corset that needed to be over the white long sleeve shirt you were wearing, and you had spent the last half hour trying to tie it from the back, but it wasn’t budging. Sara was lucky because Wes had picked out a 1920s theme for them, so she was just in her black and silver short flapper dress. 

As you hold onto your dresser, you set your hand on your stomach, letting Sara pull the strings again to make it tighter. 

“This is such a bad idea.” You grunted. “I really don’t feel good. What if I just don’t go?”

“You’re just nervous.” Sara said through her teeth as she used every strength that she had to pull the strings.

You feel your stomach turn as Sara pulled the strings again for the last time, making you stumble back a bit. Both of you were just breathless, struggling with the corset.

“No, I think it’s those mini chocolate bars I ate this morning or the stupid convenience store sushi I ate last night.”

“I don't know why you ate all those chocolate bars. Those are for the kids in the apartment building. I left those out the door for them.” Sara tied the strings tightly on your back.

“I found the extras in the cupboard.” You groaned, your hand sliding on top of your stomach again. 

“Okay, it’s done.” Sara panted, trying to catch her breath.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror and exhaled sharply, but you could barely even breathe through your costume. 

“Why did Joe have to pick the hardest costume to put on?” You asked. 

“Maybe he wants a challenge when he rips it off of you tonight.” Sara teased, laughing as she walked out of your room. 

Your jaw dropped on the floor from her little joke.

“Yeah, well, I hope Wes doesn’t choke on that feather boa of yours.” You muttered under your breath.

You stared at yourself in the mirror one last time, putting on the top hat that came with the costume before walking out of your room. 

Letting the cold Autumn air hit the both of you as soon as you exited the apartment building, you both made your way towards the subway station. The city was filled with different Halloween decorations and there were kids running around in costumes doing trick or treat. The party event was inside a big warehouse building. You honestly were not even sure how many people would be in it since it was a public city event. 

As soon as you entered the building, the place was already filled with so many people. The whole place was dark and was filled with a lot of Halloween glow in the dark decorations along with some fake smoke filling the place. The bass of the music was vibrating through the room, and everyone was drinking, dancing or talking amongst each other. 

“Hold this for a second, mate.” Wes handed Joe his toy gun as he went to go get them some drinks.

Wes was in his black striped gangster outfit with a fedora hat on his head and a fake tobacco on his mouth. Joe, on the other hand, was also matching with you. A top hat with goggles resting on it, a long brown jacket, black boots and a plastic toy gun and cane. Wes had told Joe that he definitely went all out with the costume, but Joe thought it was fine, and that Wes was just being dramatic. 

“Here.” Wes came back with two bottles of beer. “Girls aren't here yet, are they?” 

“Nope.” Joe took a sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the room nervously.

He had been nervous over the fact that maybe he had asked you too soon and what if you would run off just like Rue? What if he scared you away? He had been trying to push those thoughts away but now that he was standing in this crowded room not seeing your presence, his mind had come back to those thoughts again. 

“They’ll be here soon.” Wes interrupted Joe’s thoughts, squeezing his shoulder. “Stop worrying. It’s all over your face.”

“I’m not worry—”

“Hey!” You and Sara interrupted Joe. 

As soon as Joe turned to face you, his eyes widened when he saw you in your costume. It fitted you perfectly, and you looked so stunning in his eyes. He couldn’t even find the words to describe.

“Hello, darling.” Wes smiled, pulling Sara in his arms and giving her a kiss.

Joe was still just staring at you, and you stood there smiling nervously. The fact that Joe wasn’t saying one word to you was making you even more nervous. You looked around the place before Joe finally was able to say a word.

“You looked beautiful.” He said. 

“Thank you. You look great too.” You smiled.

“Drink?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Joe gave you a smile, nodded his head and walked away. You set your hand on your stomach as you felt it turn again.

“Oh! Guess what!” Sara called your attention as Wes hugged her from behind, setting his chin on her shoulder. “I forgot to tell you earlier, I hired someone in the bookshop.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened in excitement. “That’s awesome! At least, you wouldn’t be so stressed anymore.”

“Yeah, he is a student at NYU. His name is Cole, and he came into the bookshop looking for some textbooks, and he told me that he was struggling with money, so I decided to offer him the job.” Sara explained. “He seems so responsible and nice, so I said, ‘why not?’” 

“That’s so great! I’m so happy that you did that, Sara. You truly will be more relaxed now that you have two more extra hands. Plus, you get to leave the bookshop a little bit earlier.”

“I know.” Sara grinned, looking up to Wes.

Joe came back handing you a bottle of beer. You didn’t know why you were so nervous this afternoon being Joe’s date. Now that you were here standing next to him, you couldn’t help but think how it wasn’t as nerve wracking as you thought it would be.

“Thank you.” You grinned, taking a sip of your beer. 

“Do you want to dance?” Joe asked the moment he saw Wes and Sara went out to the dancefloor.

You chuckled softly and leaned closer to him and whispered, “I honestly suck at dancing.”

Joe couldn’t help but smile and gazed down at you, holding out his hand. “Don’t worry, me too.”

You drank your beer and stared at Joe’s hand as you bit your lower lip. Did you really want to embarrass yourself in front of Joe tonight? Though, he said he didn’t know how to dance either, so maybe you two could just have fun along the way. You grinned and slid your hand in his as Joe dragged you to the dancefloor. However, you and Joe weren’t even able to start dancing because Sara had come running towards you.

“Hey! Hey!” Sara exclaimed. 

“What? What’s wrong?” You studied her, making sure she was okay.

“Carter is here.” She whispered in your ear as your eyes widened. 

Joe saw the worried look on your face as he turned his eyes to Wes.

“Carter.” Wes mouthed at Joe before Joe turned his attention back to you. 

You felt your stomach turn again and this time, you really felt sick. Carter was here. You haven't seen him since the breakup, and you didn’t know how you would react or feel the moment you saw him. You wanted to just get out of there. 

“Are you okay?” Joe asked, his hand immediately was on the small of your back.

You nodded your head, still frozen in the middle of the dancefloor as you heard Carter’s voice calling out Sara’s name. 

Oh god, you were about to vomit. 

This wasn’t what you wanted tonight. Just when you thought you were ready to take a risk and move on, Carter comes running back in your life. 

“Hey, Sara!” Carter smiled and his eyes fell on you, greeting you too. 

Of course, he was with a girl. 

A younger one too. He told you he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship but now, he was parading this teenager looking girl around? His hands were basically all over her, and you couldn’t even look at him anymore. You felt Joe’s hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“What are you doing here, Carter?” Sara stood in front of you with her arms crossed on her chest.

“It’s a public event, and I heard this party is great.” Carter replied. “This is Stella, my fiancé.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you!” Stella smiled, waving at all of you. 

His what?!

Your eyes lingered down at the girl’s left hand. She was wearing a big engagement ring on her ring finger. Your eyes widened, giving them both a big fake smile.

“Wow!” Your voice squeaked. “That’s so great!” A hint of sarcasm slipped through your voice as Sara’s eyes widened and just stared at you, ready to take you away from there.

“Congrats!” You said, the fake smile still plastered on your face. “Congratulations!”

You walked away, feeling like you were about to just throw up all over the place. You two only broke up a year ago, and he was already engaged?

Engaged?!

Oh god, everything you ate today was about to come out of you.

You felt sick. You felt dizzy. You needed some air. Actually, you needed anything that could just make you breathe or feel something again. It wasn’t like you still had feelings for Carter. You were so over him but seeing that he was quick to get engaged with another girl, and he couldn’t even commit to you after six years? 

What a fucking asshole. 

You set your hand on your stomach, catching your breath as Sara followed behind you. 

“God, I think I’m going to vomit.” You told her as you held on to one of the chairs and leaned forward.

“He’s not ready for a serious relationship? I told you that was bullshit!” Sara exclaimed in frustration.

“Sara, I really don’t feel good. I think I’m going to throw up.”

“Okay, hold on.” Sara quickly grabbed you a glass of water and handed you a pill that she grabbed from her purse and handed it to you. “Here, take this. It will help with your stomach.”

Taking the pill, you immediately threw it in your mouth and drank the whole glass of water. Still, you felt sick. Your stomach was hurting, and you felt dizzy. You wanted to just go home. 

“Sara.” You murmured, nudging Sara on her arm as soon as your eyes fell where Joe and Wes were. 

You knew that hair color everywhere you went. You have seen it once in your life, but you remembered it very well. As if your night wasn’t already terrible, both of your exes were now in the same party. You pressed your hand on your stomach as you felt it turn again. 

“Oh.my.god.” Sara whispered, both of you shaking your heads.

“I’m literally going to fucking vomit.” You tried to swallow down everything that was slowly going up in your throat as you drank more water. 

This night kept getting worse and worse.

“Joe.” Rue gently touched Joe’s forearm. 

You weren’t anywhere near Joe’s line of sight and ever since you had walked away from Carter, he regretted not following you. Instead, he let Sara follow behind you, thinking maybe Sara would understand you better, but Joe knew exactly how you felt the moment he turned around and saw Rue standing in front of him. 

Fuck.

“Rue, what are you doing here?” Joe asked.

“I was with my friends when I saw you.” Rue said.

She was drunk. Joe has seen her drunk before, and he knew that this was trouble. Though, he didn’t care one bit about Rue. He didn’t care about her trying to flirt with him because his mind was just on you. He needed to find you. He needed to make sure you were okay. 

“Joe, I’m so sorry about everything.” Rue’s tears started welling up in her eyes, making Wes roll his eyes. “I want you back. Let’s get married.”

Wes let out a scoff, shaking his head as Joe gently slid his arm away from her. 

“No.” Joe said sternly, his attention fully on her this time. “It’s too late.”

“But Joe–” 

“Excuse me.” Joe said, walking around her as soon as his eyes had found you. 

You were leaning against the wall as you pressed your hand on your stomach, shaking your head. Sara was rubbing your back softly and telling you that both of you could just go home. Though, you were stubborn. You weren’t going to let your best friend’s night get ruined because of you. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Joe asked, his arm immediately around your waist to steady you.

“I’m fine. You could go back to Rue.” You said, pushing his arm away.

You weren’t jealous. 

Well, you shouldn’t be jealous because you weren’t with Joe. You didn’t have the right to feel that way, but why did you feel that way anyway? You watched Joe furrowed his brows as he wrapped an arm around you again to steady you. 

“There’s nothing going on–”

“So, this is why you didn’t want to get back together with me?!” 

All four of you turned to see Rue storming towards the group with an angry look on her face. Her Halloween makeup was slowly melting from her sweat, and her Halloween wig was a mess. She was drunk and angry and here you were, just wanting to go home because you swore you couldn’t hold in your vomit anymore. 

“She’s a nothing girl, Joe! No one knows her!” Rue added, her index finger pointing at you as she walked closer.

“Fuck off.” Sara stood in front of you before Rue could get any closer. 

“Sara.” You murmured, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Rue, just leave, please! Don’t make a scene.” Joe warned her. “No matter what you’re going to do, I’m not getting back together with you, so just leave–!”

No.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

No.

No.

No.

Immediately, you slipped your hand away from your mouth and pushed Sara away from you as you vomited everything that you have been holding in. You didn’t even notice until you had gazed up that some of your vomit was all over Rue’s dress. Rue stood there frozen in shock as everyone in the room let out an “Oooo!” in unison, just staring at the both of you. You didn’t know what just happened. Everything happened so fast. You heard Wes laughing behind Sara as she nudged him with her elbow, making him stop and clear his throat. 

“What the fuck?!” Rue yelled, tears running down her face. 

Your eyes immediately gazed up at Joe. His jaw was literally on the floor as he held you in his arms. All of you watched Rue run off crying, while Joe reached for some napkin and gently wiped your face before handing you a glass of water.

How fucking embarrassing.

Wes, on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing as Sara rubbed your back softly.

“Let’s go home.” Sara said.

“I got her.” Joe chimed in. “You both stay and enjoy the party. I’ll take her home.”

Steadying you, Joe helped you exit the building and hailed a cab. He gently helped you get inside as you told the cab driver your address. The rest of the ride was quiet. Everything you felt was just shame. You vomited on someone tonight, and you vomited in front of Joe. The one man that you thought would make a new better chapter in your life but now, you might have chased him off. Sure, he was still here next to you, but you couldn’t help but think how he probably only felt bad because you weren’t feeling well. 

You felt nothing but embarrassment. 

Joe sat quietly next to you, his eyes would glance at you from time to time, making sure you were okay. He didn’t think of anything else but you. He only wanted you to be okay. So, when he glanced at you again and saw tears were welling up in your eyes, he moved himself closer to you in the backseat of the cab.

“Hey, c’mere.” He whispered, his arm quickly wrapping around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

You didn’t say anything. You let your head fall on his shoulder and silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you sniffed quietly. Joe let his warm hand caressed your arm, letting you let out every emotion that you were feeling at the moment. 

“Sorry.” You muttered, wiping your tears. 

“Don’t be.” Joe smiled down at you as the cab stopped in front of your building.

Paying the cab driver and exiting out of the car, you felt your stomach turn again as you leaned forward and pressed a hand on your stomach.

“Joe, just leave me here.” You said.

“What? No. What’s wrong?” Joe’s brows knitted together as he helped you walk towards the front doors. 

Your stomach growled this time, and you felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, you knew you were in so much trouble. 

“Fuck!” You said, reaching for your back. “Take this corset off of me right now!” You exclaimed in panic. 

“What’s happening?” Joe looked at you with wild eyes, trying to figure out what was happening all at once.

“Just help me! Take this corset off right now!” You tried to swallow down everything that was coming up. 

The tightness of the corset truly wasn’t helping you at all as you leaned forward and held on to the brick wall. Joe was panicking as he tilted his head and tried to figure out the back of your corset, but it was all tied up and the strings were zig zagging in front of the zipper in the middle. You reached for your back, but you couldn’t figure out how to untie it.

“Joe! Take it off! Right now!”

“I’m trying! Hold on.” He pulled onto the strings, but it was knotted too tight. “Why did you tie this so tightly?”

“Sara did that! Just rip it off if you have to!” You heard your stomach growling again. “Ohmygod!”

The corset was too tight and squeezing your stomach too much. Everything was going to be a disaster if it’s not off of you in the next two seconds. Joe kept pulling on the strings, but it wasn’t budging. It was knotted many times by Sara. 

“Fuck! Just let me do it!” You pushed Joe’s hands away as you reached for your back and ran inside the building. 

You clicked on the elevator button, but it was too slow. 

You were about to explode. 

“Fuck me!” You exclaimed as you ran up the staircase, still trying to untie your corset from the back.

Joe ran and followed right behind you as he reached for you and tried to help you untie it. Both of you ran all the way to the 10th floor and immediately, you unlocked your apartment and ran inside the bathroom. All Joe heard was the slam of the bathroom door and you vomiting on the other side of it.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, face all scrunched up.

The fucking convenience store sushi.

You were unwell. As you finished vomiting everything, you groaned as you fell back on the marbled floors, your back leaning against the tub. You folded your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them as you sobbed quietly in the bathroom. 

Everything was a disaster.

For the next five minutes, all you heard were your whispered cries. You figured maybe Joe had finally left you. Left you all alone in your mess. You couldn’t blame him. He asked you to be his date for the first time, and it ended up being a disaster. To your surprise, after a few more minutes, you heard a knock on the door and the door slowly opened.

“Are you alright?” Joe murmured, his head peeking behind the door.

You didn’t say one word. Joe could see how distressed you were as you looked away and wiped your tears from your face. He knelt down next to you, finally finishing the job that you have asked him to do. 

Untie the corset.

Slowly and gently sliding it off your body, Joe set the corset on the bathroom counter as you finally let out a breath of relief. He leaned against the tub next to you as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. His gentle arm wrapped around you as he let you lean back against him. You closed your eyes and stayed like that for a moment. Joe’s hand had found yours, holding it and gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. 

“Here.” He whispered, handing you a glass of water.

“Thanks.” You muttered, drinking it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” A soft kiss was planted on your hair as Joe helped you get up from the floor.

Sitting at the edge of the tub, Joe helped you wipe your makeup off and eventually left you alone in the bathroom, so you could shower. As Joe heard the shower started running, he looked around your apartment for a moment. 

It was cozy and big. 

Big glass windows in the living room that overlooked the glowing city, everything all organized and cleaned. Walking across the living room and into the small hallway next to the kitchen, he opened the door and saw a picture of Sara and her family on her bedside table, while the picture of you two was on the other side. Figured it was Sara’s room, he closed the door behind him. 

How was he getting lost in this apartment?

Walking back across the living room, he found the other door that was next to the bathroom. He entered and saw the city lights illuminating your room through the glass windows. He switched the lights on and set up your bed, so you were going to be comfortable when you lay down. He couldn’t help but smile when he glanced down at your bedside table and saw a picture of you and Sara laughing together at some party. Walking out of your room, Joe found himself in the kitchen, boiling some water and making you some peppermint tea. 

While he waited for the water to boil, he pursed his lips and leaned against the kitchen island. He proceeded to process everything that happened tonight. If this was a year ago and Rue had asked him to get married, he probably would have given in and said yes. Wes was right though. Rue used him for fame to help her own career. She never loved him, and he knew it took him a while to finally get over her, but he told her the truth tonight.

His feelings were gone for her.

His eyes fell to the bathroom door and thought about how he only cared for you now. His feelings were only for you. 

Later that night, you found yourself sitting on your bed, back against the pillows and headboard, and fingers playing anxiously. Joe came in with a small smile and a cup of tea in his hand. He sat next to you at the edge of the bed and handed you the mug.

“It’s peppermint tea. It will help with your stomach.” He said.

“Thank you.” You sipped the tea slowly.

“You guys have a lot of tea.” Joe tried to lighten the mood.

You let out a soft chuckle and said, “That’s Sara’s. For a girl who owns a coffee shop, she only drinks tea.”

Joe chuckled, nodding his head as he watched you set the mug on your bedside table. You let out a sigh, and his hand had found yours.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked.

You exhaled a sharp breath and said, “If you’re talking about my stomach, I think I vomited all that bad sushi out. Everything else, I’m not so sure.”

Joe caressed your hand softly and gave you a small smile.

“And I’m sorry I threw up on your ex.”

Joe let out a small laugh, “No, thank you for that actually.”

Both of you laughed together as the atmosphere in the room lightened a little bit more. You glanced down at your hands together as you gave Joe’s hand a small squeeze.

“It looks like she wants you back.” 

“Well, that’s what she wants.” Joe replied. 

You gazed up at him and asked, “And you? What do you want?”

You.

That was exactly what Joe wanted to tell you, but he stopped himself from saying it. 

“I’m not getting back together with her. She used me and never loved me in the first place. Even if she was the last woman on Earth, I’m not getting back together with her.”

You didn’t say anything else. You tugged on Joe’s hand lightly as you moved over to the bed to give him some space. Kicking his boots off, Joe slid under the covers with you. You both laid on your bed just facing each other with a small smile on your faces.

“Can you stay?” You asked.

“As long as you want me to.” 

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Ultraviolent pt. II

Angsty, tears, no more because spoilers!!

Angela looked from Chanse to you, “Um? The roommate?” You didn’t know what to say or do. Her presence alone was enough to overwhelm your senses, “Uh- I um- Listen-” Angela looked at you with a glint of hope in her eyes and it was absolutely gut-wrenching. The pain spread from your heart to your head. You blinked a few times to ground yourself, and your silence made Chanse step away and Angela start fidgeting with her fingers and looked at the ground. “Angela, can we talk?” Angela didn’t look at you but nodded. She headed towards the door and you followed silently, eyes focused on the back of head in case she ran this time. She pushed open the door to an office and clicked on a sound machine outside the door. You awkwardly slid past her through the doorway and found a place that felt good enough to stand in. The office was empty, a desk, a chair, a wire pen cup and nothing else. Angela shut the door and didn’t move any closer. 

Angela found a spot on the floor, pulled her legs to her chest, took a deep breath and opened the letter. Ripping open the envelope in a way that preserved her name in your hand writing. “My Dearest Angela, 

I write this with great regret and dread. You have been a light in my life through the darkest, coldest days. You warmed my heart with your smile, sent shivers down my spine with your words, and oh do you shine. You’re such a star.” Angela looked away from the letter to look at the bright pink sticky note above her bed. ‘You gonna be a star - y/n’ She gasped back a sob. 

“The world spins for you my dear, at least my world does. But it needs to spin for me. My love for you is so all consuming that I cannot love you, and take care of myself. I love you in the way I would skip class everyday to lay with you. I would sell all my belongings to pay for your bail. I love you in the way that makes me want to work a blue collar job to pay for your every want and need.” 

You took a deep, ragged breath, and pulled your sleeves over your hands. Angela spotted it and knew you were nervous, she remembered that tell from your Chemistry final sophomore year. You stayed up all night studying, quietly whispering formulas to yourself. Angela stayed up to listen to the way you processed information. She swallowed hard, “Y/n you wrecked me.” Tears formed in both of your eyes and Angela started pacing. “For so long I laid awake at night waiting for you to come home. To text me, call me, hell even like my Instagram post, but you never did.” Angela put her hands on her hips and took another deep breath, trying to remember what her therapist said. You went to speak up, “Ang-” “No. I have waited almost 9 years to say all of this to you.” Angela spoke in a tone that didn’t match how much love that was swirling in her gaze at you. You put your hands by your side and nodded, “To just leave? After I told you I loved you is fucked up,” She stuttered as if she was choking on saying your name so rudely, “Y/n.” She looked at the wall, “I’m sorry, that was rude.” 

Angela wiped snot from her face with her sleeve and then turned the page, “I don’t think you deserve the pain I know this will cause, but I have no choice. If I had you in any capacity you would consume my entire being and soul. God Angela I just melt into you in a way that is so vulnerable and warm. It’s honestly disgusting.” Angela giggled knowing you hated being cheesy and kept all your ushy gushy inside. You saying it to her made the pain worse for a couple moments. “I hope one day you can forgive me for this. I cleaned the whole place before I left. I even washed your dishes. They’re drying on your desk.” She peeked over the paper and saw the spotless mirror, freshly vacuumed rug and the pile of clean dishes. “I also stocked the coffee. Please take care of yourself, you deserve the best treatment from people, including yourself. Thank you for being my best friend. Stay loud, stay loving, and stay hopeful. Good luck with the rest of school. I hope you can forget me.

        Dreadfully, 

       Y/n” 

Angela threw the paper down and collapsed into sobs. She only moved to quickly reach up and grab the shirt you borrowed from her she slid under her pillow last night. She fell back to the floor, held the shirt in her arms and inhaled your scent. How dare you even suggest she could forget you? Angela didn’t move the rest of the night except when she sobbed. Her body jerking with every single one until she fell asleep.

You stepped closer to her, “No, be mean. I deserve it.” She snapped her head at you, “No you don’t.” You sighed, “Anglea I- I did something so awful to you.” Angela took a half step to you, “That doesn’t mean you deserve for me to be rude to you.” Angela shook her head, “I am really mad at you. God I thought I wasn’t anymore.” That stung, deep down. Angela looked at the door, back towards you. You started biting at your thumb nail and sighed deeply, attempting to purge the agony in your chest. You wanted to lump in your throat gone, because you would not cry right now. Angela took two breaths; one shallow and breathy, another deep and agonizing. Tears pricked at your eyes, guilt overwhelming you from head to toe. You disassociated eyes on the floor, teeth still working at your thumbnail. You were quickly spiraling. Angela swore the hair on the back of her neck stood up, she could sense your emotional state, even after all this time. She turned around and quickly made her way to you. She pulled your hand from your face, “Y/n?” You snapped back to the present, pain filled eyes meeting her concerned gaze. She didn’t drop your hand, it rang like a bell in your brain. She didn’t drop your hand. “Are you okay?” She looked at all your features, “I’m okay.” It came out sounding more weak than you wanted. She raised an eyebrow at you and tilted her head, “Y/n/n,” The second the nickname left her lips a sob escaped your lips, legs going limp. Angela grabbed your hips to catch you and she paused for a second, awkwardly holding you up before acting on instinct. 

Angela spent the next week feeling awful. She was silent in class, couldn’t get through a voice lesson without tearing up, and spent her time in bed. The same shirt waiting for her when she got out of class. She forced herself to eat, drink water and go to class because she knew you would be pissed if she didn’t. The clock hit 3:30 pm and Anglea immediately started packing up the empty piece of paper titled ‘Notes’. She didn’t hear a word her professor said and she didn’t care. Angela shoved her laptop in her bag and practically ran out of the building. The idea of running into a friend of yours of hers was her worst nightmare. Someone seeing the bags under her eyes, the sadness that swam in her eyes and dulled her skin. Stepping into the sun she took a deep breath and momentarily felt the warmth on her skin. “Fuck!” The exclamation pulled her out of the sun and into the now. She looked up to see you across the road picking up the books you were carrying. The world stopped moving and all of the sadness Anglea had shoved down for class came bubbling up and out. She took off running, down the sidewalk and into her dorm. Immediately finding your shirt and falling to the ground. 

Angela pulled your head to her chest as you sobbed, mumbled barely audible, “I’m sorry”s until Angela swore you would forget how to say any other word. She stroked your head and shushed you. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. The years of yearning and pain and hope were finally hitting her too. Truthfully, she wasn’t mad at you anymore. She just missed you. You pulled away from her, wiped your face and took a step back. Putting a weird amount of space between the two of you. Angela looked at you with a small smile, and it took you aback. “Why are you smiling?” Angela stepped back into your space, her face inches from yours. Her left hand finds your arm, drawing lazy circles on it. You were so bamboozled by her reaction that you didn’t move, “I just missed you.” You huffed, not satisfied, “What do you mean by that?” Angela giggled, her second hand falling onto your hip. “You're supposed to be mad at me, storm out, let me hurt like I hurt you. I don’t understand why you’re not mad at me?” Your voice was full of genuine confusion, Angela found it endearing. She got impossibly more into your personal space and whispered, “Y/n just admit you're happy I’m not doing that.” She spoke like it was a fact, there was no denying it, and she was absolutely correct. 

Your mouth opened and shut, no words coming out, Anglea had enough. “If you don’t fucking kiss me I’m going to change my mi-” She was happily interrupted by your lips on hers and your arms thrown around her neck. She pulled you closer into her by your hip, her grip tightening. It sent a shock down your spine and you shivered. Angela giggled against your lips before biting your bottom lip. You pulled away and stared into her eyes, “Angela I love you.” She beamed at you in the most adorable way possible before speaking, “I love you too Y/n.” She kissed your forehead and rested her chin on your cheek. “I guess this means you can have your Fleetwood Mac shirt back.” She spoke so casually and you pulled away from her in shock, “You still have my fucking shirt?” You yelled and smacked her arm. She laughed and jumped back, “It’s still on my bed.” The amount of happiness and love that coursed through your veins at the notion made you feel dizzy. A knock on the door ruined the moment and Anglea swallowed before opening it. A very nervous Chanse stood on the other side, “Is everything okay?” Angela nodded and you giggled. Chanse sighed in relief and put his hand on his forehead, “Thank fuck.” Angela laughed, and you joined her at the door. Her hand slid into your back pocket forcing you to slightly turn towards her. Chanse immediately clocked the body language and smiled, “Well when you two lovebirds are ready, Arasha wants to meet you Y/n.” You nodded and pulled away from Angela and followed him to the kitchen. Angela did a happy dance when you were out of sight and high-fived herself before leaving the office.

#angela giarratana #smosh #starkid #angela giarratana x reader #angela giarrantana fanfic

[horrorwebs]

fucking hell fucking hell is she gonna reject me? i want to let sth out for a second and didnt want to tell my psychologist until i have answers so. tags it is

#so. i told my friend i like her. i really really do you cant imagine how much. this was while i was away on a trip last week and we were #messaging.honestly i wanted to be brave enough to tell her in person but i tried already and i was tired of waiting for 'the perfect moment #i was tired of not doing anything ever and watching my life go by. so i drann a bit and told her. not bc i was a bit drunk thats just an #excuse. i was plenty conscious and still scared as fuck (so much that after i sent the message i took a lap around the building lol) #she said i should be scared first. then that she wasnt sure what to say. in her words 'more yes than no. but i dont know what to say' #understandable. she prob wasnt expecting it and its not amazing to have a conversation like that through text (despite the fact that our #relationship has always relied heavily on texting cause weve always stayed up talking. like from day 1) #anyway. she said that before we met she had a crush on me (i already knew this) and that she sometimes felt this way too wbut was scared i #didnt feel that way as well and didnt wanna risk anything so didnt do anything (granted. but she DID say plenty of ambiguous things + #told me i could sleep w her then um. slept on top of me. hugging. you know) #my friend said this was a good sign i was nervous and told her that i thought it was weird and she said her response was p good #and later she uploaded on her cf story a video that said a ring she shares w me is her 'married ring' so i think thats good?? #but also. we havent talked yet (hard to do in 15 min at school) and i have a bad fweling #i feel shes going to say sth like she likes me but doesnt want to risk what we have esp considering her other friends sometimes treat her #badly/exclude her and that shes worried if we fight we are going to lose our friendship + shes going to lose my friends as well #which is well. stupid of course. because i always want her in my life. i think she knows this. i want her to know this. #ever since we met i want her in my life and i cant stop thinking about her and how i miss her and her eyes and how she hugs me and GOD #THE OTHER DAY WHEN WE SAW EACH OTHER AFTER I WENT ON A WEEK LONG TRIP SHE FUCKIN. LIFTED ME OFF THE GROUND AND. CARRIED ME AROUND #HONESTLY IT WAS A BIT EMBARASSING THERE WERE LOTS OF PPL SRIUND AND IM A VERY PRIVATE PERSON BUT I WAS SO HAPPY !!!! #and idk i just dont want her to reject me. shes the first person i really like and i see myself together with. we have so much in common an #we understand each other and we are GOOD for each other. shes so good for my life and i want to believe i am as awell and god how i #want to kiss her and call her my girlfriend and just. agh #its exhausting liking someone huh #loveposting #spikeposting #if anyone has read this far omg hi thank you what do you think?

[wlw-cryptid]

You made a skirt yourself 👀 that's so cool 😍

yes i did !! its all the way down to my ankles and black with little tiny lavender flowers + tiny little leaves . i made it a wrap skirt so i can have a lil bow w the ties on one side

#it was HARD to keep the hems and shit straight for those long long long sides #the fabric i chose doesnt wrinkle which is great for wearing it but holy fuck. it doesnt iron . it doesnt hold a fold no matter WHAT you do #its super comfortable though #it also didnt enjoy being gathered so instead it ended up just kind of being pleated? but thats fine it looks really nice #she speaks #anon #asks #selenearya #i want to make more but my mom was so frustrating about every step of the process #from the moment i told her i wanted to do it she went through like 8 different stages and strategies of getting in my way or making me mad #she almost called in the evil grandma who made me cry on my 16th birthday to Help Me With It #even though i repeatedly told her to not even Mention it to this woman #anyways im soooo pretty and cute and sweet little seamstress. butches let me make you shirts <3

[mariamlovesyou]

tuned into Plestia's live with Rahma Zein's second account (she got shadowbanned). key moments:

plestia talked about her adjustment to living in australia. "it's 1:30am now and it's normal for me and many palestinians who live abroad to be awake hours into the morning. i am scared of sleeping. because of the time difference, i'm scared if i sleep i will wake up to bad news. in gaza i was scared of the sound of the bombs, here i am scared of the quiet."

contacting family and friends in gaza is near impossible. "sometimes i feel like a crazy person, calling 20 times in a row hoping that on the 21st time the call might go through."

on the destruction of entire communities and neighbourhoods: "i'm scared when i go back to gaza i won't recognise it anymore. someone sent me a picture of my neighbourhood, and i couldn't tell it was mine at first. all my favourite places, cafes where the aunties used to give me extra food and ask about my day, have been destroyed. i dread looking at my gallery or seeing snapchat memories because most of these people in the pictures are no longer alive."

rahma asked plestia to talk about one story that stuck with her. plestia said "i remember walking one time on the 'safe corridor', that's what they called it anyway, and i saw an older woman clutching onto a donkey cart where her son's body was, refusing to let go of it. i asked my colleague what the smell was, he said it's dead bodies under the rubble. it was the first time i familiarised myself with the smell. the son's body was decaying and the woman told me about cats and animals eating away at it. i've had children talk to me about birds eating away at their parents' decomposing bodies and not being able to chase them away."

"it seems so silly to go to hospitals for minor sicknesses now. i can't even think about how many palestinian children are going to be terrified of hospitals now. there was a girl who was taken to the hospital to get treatment for injuries by one of the bombs, and while she was in the bathroom another bomb landed nearby. the impact from that sent the ceiling crashing down on her.. she got another injury while getting treated for her first one."

"i hate how people talk about our resilience - as if it's okay that this is happening to us. we are only surviving because we have to, because we have no other choice."

rahma brought up the way family homes are set up in palestine and asked plestia to elaborate. "basically, there are floors. someone will live on the ground floor, and then their married son lives with his children on the floor above them, and then their successors above them and so on. so when family homes are targeted, they wipe out entire families. many families officially no longer exist."

"i used to wear my journalist helmet and vest all the time, felt naked without it, even slept with the vest on sometimes until i realised it only made me more of a target. they didn't give me any protection, only headaches and back pain."

"i am an optimistic person, i loved covering sweet sentimental things, like at my graduation asking parents of top graduates how they feel about their children graduating. that's what i love reporting on. i wanted to cover things like that when i came back to gaza, show the beautiful side of gaza that the media didn't really show, but i didn't have the chance." "do you think they'll give you right of return?" "i can only hope."

plestia mentioned how hard it was being a journalist with limited access to the internet, charging facilities, no mics, lack of equipment and how difficult it was uploading things. rahma asked her what's one story that wasn't really recorded or posted due to these constraints; plestia said "the evacuations. sometimes they informed us about them, sometimes they didn't. you have no idea how hard it was, everyone looking for their family members, making sure every one was there, taking to the streets in 5 minutes and not knowing which way to go. i remember i went to my friend's house for shelter for 30 minutes before the first evacuation was announced and we ran to another family's house, stayed there for 2 days before another evacuation was announced. me, my friend, and that family all evacuated together to another family's house. there were already so many people there seeking shelter, it wasn't just one family staying there. none of us knew how long we had in any place."

before october 7th, palestinians were used to limitations on electricity. plestia used to plan her day's tasks around when the electricity was working. "for example when the electricity was on from 12 to 4, i would say i will do my laundry and charge the phones during this time. life wasn't exactly 'normal', but all of us pray to have those days back in comparison to what we are experiencing now." plestia also said that cars are running on cooking oil now because there is no fuel.

on hygiene: "many pregnant women have to give birth without any pain medication or medical attention. once we ran out of medicine, that was it. women who had to get C-sections couldn't stay to recover or get followup treatments because someone else needed the bed. we have no water, no tissues, no pads, barely any bathrooms. in the shelter schools you have to wait an hour before even getting to use the bathroom because of how many people are there."

"something you don't hear about is how many people die because of sadness. there's so many ways to die in gaza, because of the bombardment, because of starvation, the lack of resources, but i also know many elderly people who died because their hearts couldn't take it anymore. i have been in gaza before and lived through 4 aggressions, but nothing compared to this one."

a recurring sentiment that was echoed in the video: "sometimes i thought to myself: who am i recording this for? because we've already shown everything, we've already talked about everything. everything has already been said, the proof is everywhere, nothing i talked about today is new." rahma said the first video posted about what's happening in palestine should've been enough.

she is 22 today. plestia's closing words: don't stop talking about us, don't stop boycotting, don't stop protesting, please don't get bored of fighting for palestine.

#this is all off the top of my head if i remember other key points i will add them