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cobaltperun · 3 months

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i have a request if possible ? for a tara carpenter x reader , or any jo character as you see fit , but in my head , it’s always been tara and no gf au-

so basically , if you’re familiar with 5 seconds of summer , every time i listen to them (their self titled album, specifically heartbreak girl) i always come up with like scenarios of r, mindy, amber and wes being 5sos basically and having r write that song about tara and how she’s always calling/texting r about the problems she’s having with chad without realizing that r is in love with her

which ofc leads r to go to amber, mindy and wes to write that song together and having them preform at a local bar/club or something because they’re locally known and tara, sam, chad and the rest of the friend group is in the crowd, being supportive- but once they hear the song , they immediately know who it’s about and just look at tara awkwardly , and- that’s as far as i’ve gotten

Heartbreak Girl

Tara Carpenter x gn!Reader (Request)

First of all, thank you for the request, it kind of just flowed out and here it is. I went with gender-neutral Reader since you didn't specify the gender. I hope you'll enjoy reading this.

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It was happening again, your only saving grace being the fact you weren't there with Tara as she sobbed. You could almost see her, sobbing into her pillow to make sure Sam couldn't hear her.

And it broke your heart to hear you cry. It shattered it even more that she kept putting you through it again and again. Always for the same reason.

"I know I should have seen it coming, but it still hurts, you know? I still love Chad, I just can't get over him," she sobbed and you stopped pacing your room to lean back and rest your head against the wall. You knew the story, you heard it from Tara countless times. Tara and Chad were in a relationship, they worked the summer job together and met Liv. Chad fell in love and broke up with Tara. The rest was history, and Tara, sharing Chad's circle of friends, and still being in love with him, couldn't move on.

One time Tara told you she figured it would be easier if he cheated on her. He didn't. He just sat down with her one day and said how he felt. Two weeks later Chad and Liv went on their first date and the circumstances kept Tara and Chad as somewhat friends.

"I'm sorry for being a bother, Y/N," she must have noticed your silence.

"You're not being a bother, Tara, I just don't know what to say that I already didn't tell you before," you bit your bottom lip, knowing full well you were lying. You knew what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell her you loved her, that in her heartbreak she kept breaking your heart too. Another sob made you speak before you could think things through. "Let's go out, just the two of us," you suggest, realizing too late what you were saying. "As friends, of course, just to get your mind off of everything," you quickly backtracked, hoping the explanation was sufficient enough, hoping she couldn't hear the nervous tapping of your foot against the floor, or the crack in your voice when you said 'friends' or anything else that could give you away.

Because, as much as you loved her, as much as you wanted to be with her, you didn't want to push her into another relationship when she was vulnerable and still heartbroken. You also didn't want to be her way of getting over Chad and nothing more.

"I'd love to, Y/N," it sounded like she stopped crying. "Thanks for being my friend and always being there to cheer me up," her words, even if you just encouraged them yourself, still hurt you.

"Don't mention it, I'm here for you," you brush it off, subconsciously hoping maybe, just maybe, she'd realize how you feel on her own. You had no idea how mixed the signals you were sending her looked every now and then. In less than a minute you went from proclaiming friendly hanging out to promising to be there for her. "When do you want to meet up?"

Tara paused for a moment. "I'll call you tomorrow at ten to figure that out. Is that okay?"

You nodded and then frowned when you realized a moment later you were on the phone with her. "Of course."

And so you said your goodbyes, and you just slumped into the chair and dropped your head down to the table. A bit recklessly you tossed the phone to the bed on your side and silently expressed gratitude that it didn't hit the wall or drop to the floor. You sighed and placed your hands over your head, feeling like you were stuck in a never-ending cycle with Tara Carpenter.

Against your better judgment, you grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and began writing.

~X~

The friend date went well, better than you imagined it would and you and Tara hung out an hour longer than either of you anticipated. It was a nice change of pace and for a moment you actually convinced yourself you didn't feel anything romantic for her. For a moment, you were reminded of simpler times, when Tara really was just a friend in your eyes.

The paper waiting for you at your table broke that illusion and you grabbed your guitar, maybe you had something here after all. As you sat down to try different tunes you sent a message to the band, Mindy, Wes, and Amber, asking to meet up tomorrow for an additional practice.

~X~

The four of you met up in your garage where you kept your instruments, the guitars, and drums, anything else you needed you would just rent out for a couple of days. You were still a local band, so renting still saved you money.

"Let me see if I got everything right. You," Amber pointed at you, almost accusingly. "wrote this song about Tara and you don't want to confess how you feel?" she asked incredulously.

"Come on, it's not that obvious," you defended yourself and pointed at a line in the song. "See? Chad didn't exactly treat her bad, he just broke up with her."

"Yeah, sure, one line is going to convince everyone it isn't about Tara," Mindy added sarcastically and threw her arms up. "It's there for the dramatic effect, Y/N! Remember?"

"She got you there," Wes wasn't helping.

You picked up your guitar and began playing the tune you thought would work well with the song. "Listen, I think we got something good here," you tried to focus on the song itself. "Regardless of who it was written for," you muttered.

"You're kidding, right? A sad tune? You're making this a ballad? No way," Mindy went to her drums. "This needs more energy," judging by the tone of her voice she wasn't budging on this. Well, at least she was on board.

"We are totally adding 'Thanks for being a friend' to the lyrics," Amber teased and you just groaned and buried your face in your hands.

"Don't forget being a sucker for anything Tara does," Wes joined in, causing all three of them to laugh at you.

"You're the worst," you muttered, too embarrassed to look at them.

~X~

Over the next month and a half, you and Tara fell into a bit of a habit. The first two weeks she continued sobbing, and you'd ask her to hang out. The week after that she just complained and you still asked her to hang out. The past few weeks she rarely even mentioned Chad during your calls, but she still insisted you were friends.

Honestly, just the fact that she seemed to be moving on as weeks went by mended your own heart. Somewhere along the line, you found out you were fine with the way things were.

You walked her to her house, the backs of your hands occasionally brushing as you walked. The accidental touches became something both of you were comfortable with, as neither of you moved away from each other.

"You'll be performing tomorrow night, right?" Tara asked out of the blue.

You glanced at her and your eyes met. "Yeah. Are you going to come?" it wouldn't be the first time Tara would be in the crowd. Tara, Sam, Chad, Danny, Anika, and Liv were all supportive of your band, so they regularly came to your performances.

"You're not really asking that, are you? Of course, I'm going to come," she lightly jabbed your arm. "Besides, Mindy might have told me you guys have a new song you'll be performing for the first time in front of a crowd."

That little traitor.

With the way things were going between you and Tara, you were almost tempted to scrap the song, but the other three voted against it. "No pressure then, it's not like we haven't had a new song in almost four months now," what could you say, it was a bit of a drought period as far as creativity went.

Tara laughed and just for a moment you thought you saw something else in her eyes, something similar to the way you would so often look at her. "You'll do great," she offered a much-needed encouragement as the two of you stopped in front of her house.

"Guess this is it for tonight," you smiled at her.

"Mhm, I'm glad I was the one to ask you out tonight, as friends, of course," she took a step closer and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. And then you froze when she got on her tiptoes and kissed your cheek. "Thank you, for always being there for me," somehow, this time she omitted the friend part.

"I," you cleared your throat. "did say I'd be here for you, didn't I?" you tried to brush it off as you usually did for months now.

The intensity of Tara's gaze captured all of your attention and for a moment you even considered leaning in. You didn't though, you weren't sure she felt the same, or that she actually moved on.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, then?" she asked, lowering her gaze to your lips before quickly looking away.

You noticed it, and you wondered if Tara could hear how loud your heart was drumming in your chest. "Y-yeah," you finally stepped back from her, and the tension you were trying so hard to ignore began fading.

~X~

Tara pretty much threw herself on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. What was wrong with her? Falling in love with you so quickly and almost out of nowhere. Especially when you so explicitly insisted on hanging out as friends. Perhaps you were insisting too hard to cover your own feelings? A girl could hope, right?

She turned her playlist on, hoping to find some peace in music. As if to spite her, the first song that played was Brian Fallon's You Have Stolen My Heart and she nearly chucked her phone into a wall. Groaning she turned around and tucked herself into a blanket. It was entirely your fault. With your charming smile and clumsy mixed signals, she could never entirely get a good read on them.

~X~

You were amazing on that improvised stage, just mesmerizing to watch and listen to and Tara found herself falling even harder. She also found herself ignoring Sam's teasing smile.

"Thank you, thank you! You are too kind! We'll wrap up the night with a premiere of our new song!" Wes yelled, hyping up the crowd.

"Let's hear an applause for Heartbreak Girl!" Mindy demanded, encouraging the crowd to interact with the four of you.

Tara was pulled to her feet by Anika and they both cheered. The name of the song, however, made Tara's heart skip a beat. Or was it the way you looked at her from the stage?

"You call me up, it's like a broken record, saying that your heart hurts. That you'll never get over him getting over you, and you end up crying. And I end up lying, 'cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do," you sang, your eyes never leaving Tara's. It felt like there was no one else in the club but the two of you. But you weren't alone and Tara felt the awkward stares directed at the back of her head.

Did you actually write a song for her?

"And when then phone call finally ends, you say "Thanks for being a friend" and I'm going in circles again and again," now she had no doubt, that the song really was about her. She stopped cheering and just stood there, taking the lyrics in.

She saw you hesitating, probably since you noticed her reaction, and she just smiled. You smiled back and continued.

"I dedicate this song to you, the one who never sees the truth, that I can take away you hurt, Heartbreak girl. Hold you tight straight through the daylight, I'm right here, when you gonna realize that I'm your cure, Heartbreak girl?" did you...? Were you saying what she thought you were saying?

She wasn't reading this wrong, was she?

"I bite my tongue, but I wanna scream out, you could be with me now. But I end up telling you what you wanna hear, but you're not ready. And it's so frustrating, he treats you so bad and I'm so good to you, it's not fair," her heart skips a beat as you continue, quoting the promise to call you tomorrow at ten and once again singing the chorus.

"I know someday it's gonna happen, and you'll finally forget the day you met him. Sometimes I'm so close to confession, I gotta get it through your head, that you belong with me instead," the look in your eyes, the eyes that told her 'This is it, I can't take it back now' it vanquished any doubt she may have had about how you felt.

She just wondered how long you felt that way about her without saying anything? Definitely before you first asked her to hang out as friends, but how long before that?

~X~

The moment you ended the song and without any idea where the sudden boldness was coming from you jumped down from the stage and went over to Tara. You took a few deep breaths as you closed the distance and offered her your hand, the guitar still in your other hand.

Yeah, you didn't quite think that through.

Tara raised an eyebrow, clearly looking at the guitar, but then shrugged and took your hand.

"Uh, what now?" you asked sheepishly.

"Isn't that something you were supposed to figure out? Before you jumped down and came over?" she gave you a cheeky, teasing smile.

"I didn't think I'd get this far," you admitted, causing Tara to laugh.

"Just go behind the stage dumbass!" Mindy yelled, with the microphone still on. "And leave the guitar there while you're at it!"

You lowered your head and winced, trying to hide the blush on your face. Tara wasn't doing much better as she quickly pulled you behind the stage to escape the teasing.

You packed the guitar as both of you took time to compose yourself and catch a breath. "I really didn't think this through, did I?" you asked.

"No," Tara sat down on the chair near you. "You really didn't," she was fiddling with the loose thread on her shirt.

"I meant it, the song. Well, at least when I wrote it a month and a half ago," you decided to just be honest with her.

Tara raised her head to look at you, you could see hopefulness and uncertainty in her gaze. "What changed?"

You approached and sat down next to her. "I don't think you are still heartbroken," you took her hand.

Tara smiled. "I'm not. I'm in love with a clumsy musician that sucks at flirting," she leaned closer to you.

"Hey, it worked," you closed the distance, capturing her lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

"Mhm, how about we go on a proper date then?" she asked when the kiss ended and you couldn't think of any better idea.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x gn!reader #scream #no ghostface au #band au #jenna ortega x reader

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yourmommygay · 9 months

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Tease.

Pairing: Samuel golbach x Female OC

Warning: daddy kink, rough sex, edging, over stimulation, teasing, swearing (obviously).

I was sitting with Tara scrolling through my fyp on tiktok when I saw a video/trend that peeked my interest, call your man daddy then leave the room. "Hey tara look at this one" I said showing her.

She gasped and said "we should do that prank of sam and jake" I nodded in a agreement and headed up to Sam and i's room, I knew he was editing so I could set up the phone and not get caught.

I walked into the room and well you guessed it he was editing so I set up my phone really quickly behind him so the camera could see his desk and the bedroom door. I then pressed play and walked over to him.

"Hi babe" I said to him getting his attention, "mhh" he responded as he looked at me, I leaned into his ear and said "you look hot in this outfit, daddy" and I stood up and walked away I heard him gasp then I heard the chair move and his heave footprints follow me.

"Olivia! Come back here!" He shouted downstairs to me. As I was sitting with Tara again, jake walked out of his room and picked up Tara walking back to his room with her, I guess she texted it to him.

I huffed and stood up heading back upstairs, when I got upstairs I saw sam jerking off, sitting at his desk. "Daddy you really have to close your door fully if your gonna do that" I said then I realised my phone was still set up, I ran over and watched the video making sure you didn't see anything and gladly you didn't so I captioned it and posted it.

"Well why don't you strip and ride me then baby, since you wanna make daddy proud right?" Sam said still jerking, I nodded and slowly striped my clothes off giving him a show in the process. "stop teasing or I won't let you cum tonight" sam said as he grabbed me and pulled me into his lap.

"Come on baby girl, take daddy's cock for me" sam said and I lifted myself up and pushed down onto Sam's dick. "Fuck daddy you stretch me out so good" I moaned feeling that welcoming and amazing burn of being stretched out to fit Sam's cock. He may only be 7 and a half inches but my god was he gurthy.

"Fuck liv, your taking me so well" sam said as I started to grind back and forth. He grabbed my hips and leaned back pulling me with, he started to thrust up into me and a bruising speed. "Fuck daddy, that feels so good" I moaned digging my nails into Sam's shoulders. "I'm close daddy" I said leaning forward and burying my head into Sam's neck kisses and biting some parts. Cause of Sam doing YouTube with colby I couldn't leave hickey but I could bite him.

"Don't you dare come yet, wait till I say you can" sam said slowing to a stop. I whined and he stood up taking me with him, he walked to the bed and dropped me down, "on your hands and knees" he said, I moved onto my hands and knees and felt the bed dip behind me.

Sam grabbed my hips and thrusted back in me "oh, fuck daddy" I moaned as he started his bruising pace and rhythm again. "Fuck baby girl your doing so well" he said praising me while reaching around to rub my clit in fast but soft circles. "You have to beg to come ok?" Sam said I nodded in response.

"Words baby, use your words" sam said slowing down but keeping his rough thrusts. "Ok, daddy" I moaned feeling the edge creep closer. Sam speed up again and slapped my ass. "Ah, fuck" I moaned and Sam chuckled and slapped again then massaging it to take out the sting.

"Oh my god I'm close, can I come daddy please, please, please, please let me come" I moaned reaching for one of Sam's hands. He pulled me up so we were chest to back. He leaned close to my ear and whispered "go ahead baby but we ain't done yet" and just having him whisper in my ear sent me over the edge. I came with a loud moan of Sam's name. Sam didn't slow down nor did he stop rubbing my clit, "one more baby come on just one more" he said speeding up.

He was close cause he kept loosing rhythm, he leaned to my ear and dropped his voice lower. "Come with me, my love" he said thrusting once more before burying himself to the hilt inside me and cuming triggering my second orgasm. He let go of me and I collapsed to fucked out to even think. He fell down beside me and chuckled.

Once I got ahold of my bearings I said "if calling you daddy gets me this, I'm gonna start doing it more often" as I finished the sentence I giggled making sam chuckle along with me. "I didn't hurt you did I?"He asked me. "There's the Sammy I fell in love with, and no you didn't if anything I liked this alot" I said cuddling up to him pulling the blanket up too. "But now I'm tired babe, can I take a nap?" I asked him looking up. He nodded and gave me a kiss, "get some sleep love, I'll wake you up later" he said and I layed my head back down and fell asleep with a smile on my face hearing him say "I love you Olivia"

Hope you enjoyed this is number 10 on the sam list.

#sam golbach #sam golbach imagine #sam golbach x reader #sam golbach smut

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guccifrog · 3 months

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MEDDLE ABOUT P3

TW: this chapter mentions SA please don't read if you don't feel comfortable

band!chris sturniolo X reader

warnings: swearing/ band chris/sa

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y/n's pov

"Have a good day and- and oh you better be on time tomorrow!"My boss's words echoed as I walked out of the store, swinging my tote bag over my shoulder. I let out a sigh, the cold air stinging my cheeks. It was only 6:00 PM, but I had asked him for an early dismissal since I still had to get ready for that stupid party tonight. Ugh, why did I ever agree to go in the first place?

I hurried down the busy street, weaving between people who seemed to be in just as much of a hurry as I was. The thought of that stupid party only made me more impatient, but I knew I had to go. I really regret saying yes but I can't cancel on Liv last minute. She'd kill me.

Thirty minutes later, I finally made it home, my shoulders slumped in exhaustion. The moment I stepped inside our tiny apartment, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto my bed, too tired to even change out of my clothes. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told me I had exactly an hour to get ready.

I pushed myself up off the bed, wincing as I stretched out my stiff muscles. I groaned and walked over to my tiny closet, rummaging through the hangers and mess of clothes until I found something halfway decent to wear.

I didn't want to go all out but I also didn't want to look like a total loser. After much thinking, I settled on a black mini skirt with some ripped fishnets and a sleeveless band shirt that I cropped, and finally my platform dr. martens. Not my best outfit but it would have to do. I quickly straightened my hair and threw on some makeup.

"y/nnnn" Olivia called from the living room. I let out a small groan, knowing that meant she was already waiting for me. "Just give me a minute!" I yelled back, quickly putting my rings, earrings, and necklaces on. Once I was finally satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my purse and jacket and headed out of the room.

As I stepped into the living room, I could already see the impatient look on Olivia's face. She was sitting on the couch, her posture perfect as always, wearing a fitted red dress that hugged her curves just right. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and she had a pair of black heels dangling from her fingers. "About time!" she said with a roll of her eyes. "You took forever."

I rolled my eyes playfully" Shut up I just came back from work" I said as I walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. "Besides, we have to be fashionably late "I added with a grin. Olivia laughed and smacked my arm lightly.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Are you ladies ready ?." Said a deep masculine voice. I glanced at Olivia, who nodded, indicating that it was indeed her boyfriend. We both stood up and headed towards the door.

I let Olivia open the door, not really wanting to deal with him right now. As soon as she did, her boyfriend, Alex, stepped inside, his green eyes scanning me up and down. Ew.

I always hated Alex. From the moment Olivia introduced him as her boyfriend, there was just something wrong about him. Maybe it was the way he always looked at me like I was a piece of cake, or maybe it was the way he treated Liv like shit, but she was too blind to see. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around him.

As he stepped into the apartment, I glanced at Olivia, trying to gauge her reaction to his presence. She was always so damn good at pretending like everything was okay, but I could see the tension in her shoulders and the way she bit her bottom lip.

"You look amazing, Liv," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "As always." He gave her a quick kiss, making my skin crawl.

"Thanks, Alex," Olivia replied, her voice a little shaky." Let's go" I added, trying to break the awkward silence. "We're gonna be late." I grabbed my jacket from the couch and shrugged it on, hoping to hurry this whole thing along. Olivia shot me a grateful look before turning back to her boyfriend.

We got inside Alex's car, I sat in the back, as usual, and Olivia in the passenger seat. I glanced out the window as Alex drove, trying to ignore the uncomfortable silence that settled between us.

After a fifteen-minute drive, Alex finally pulled up in front of a fancy looking house. I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long night. As we got out of the car, I couldn't help but feel a little out of place. The other girls here were dressed in designer dresses and heels, while I looked like I was going to a rave.

We walked up to the door and Alex knocked, waiting for someone to answer. A moment later, a tall, blonde girl with a smile on her face opened the door. "Alex, you're here. Come in." She stepped aside, motioning for us to enter. I shot Olivia a look as we walked in, feeling even more uncomfortable.

The house was huge, with high ceilings and expensive looking art on the walls. There were so many people here, all of them dressed to impress. I felt even more out of place than before. I tried to stay close to Olivia, hoping she would make me feel better about being here.

A few minutes passed, and I found myself getting bored. This party is lame as fuck. Olivia seemed to be having fun, talking to some of her friends, and laughing, but I was regretting coming here. I mean, I know I should support her and all, but I just can't stand this.

"Liv," I said, trying to get her attention. "Can we, like, go somewhere else or something? I'm kind of bored here." Olivia glanced over at me, a frown tugging at her lips. "Okay, hold on a second," she said before turning back to her friends.

I sighed in frustration as I waited for Olivia to finish her conversation. This party was even worse than I thought. The music was awful, the people were fake, and I was starting to feel dizzy.

I decided to go get a drink since Olivia was taking forever. I made my way through the crowd, trying not to trip over my feet in these ridiculous shoes, and finally reached the kitchen.

A group of people were already gathered around the counter chatting and laughing. I stood in the back, trying to decide what I wanted to drink, I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice, then poured some soda into it. I wasn't in the mood to drink alcohol tonight.

Just as I was about to turn back with my drink, someone bumped into me, causing me to spill soda all over my shirt. I let out a frustrated groan, already hating this night even more.

"alright motherfucker" I turned around, ready to give the person who bumped into me a piece of my mind, but the words died on my lips when I saw who it was.

"I'm so sorry- wait y/n ?"

"Matt ?" I said, my voice small. He looked just as shocked as I felt. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

He smiled. "Lucas invited the whole group" He shrugged before looking down at my now ruined shirt. " Shit..um..I'm so sorry about your shirt" He said softly.

"It's fine don't worry about it," I forced a smile, trying to play it cool.

"Matt what the fuck is taking you so long…y/n?!" A voice called out behind him, causing me to glance over my shoulder.

"hey ?" I said looking at Chris who looked so confused. "What are you doing here ?" he asked now standing next to Matt. "I'm just here with my roommate…uh…she's right there I guess," I said pointing at Olivia. She was still talking to her friends and didn't seem to notice.

"Ohhhh, I see…well…um…good to see you…I guess?" Chris said nervously, clearly not sure what to do with the situation. Matt was now talking to Nate who was standing behind Chris.

I glanced down at my shirt. I was wearing nothing but my bra under it, but they got wet as well and It was getting uncomfortable. "fuck" I muttered under my breath, and Chris seemed to notice. "you alright?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, not wanting to make a scene.

"Wait why is your shirt wet ?" Chris asked, now looking really concerned. I glanced down at my shirt again, feeling a little self-conscious. "It's nothing," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "It's just a shirt, I'm sure it'll dry off soon." I forced a small laugh, but he didn't seem to buy it.

"Here," he said suddenly pulling his sweater over his head, revealing a black tank top underneath. "Take this." He held the sweater out to me.

"Chris it's fine really…" I started to say, but he cut me off.

"No, it's not. You need it, and it's not like I'm cold or anything. Take it." He insisted, I hesitated for a moment before finally taking the sweater from him. "Thanks, I appreciate it." I smiled softly.

He nodded, seeming satisfied." I'll go find a bathroom to change into this. Thanks again, Chris." I said, and he smiled warmly. "No problem, I'll be waiting for you here when you get back." I nodded and made my way through the crowd.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally found a bathroom, just as I was about to twist the doorknob, the door opened from inside. And as if this night wasn't already bad enough, it was none other than Alex. "Oh hey, fancy seeing you here," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Alex if you're done using the bathroom please move aside so I can get in," I said, annoyance clear in my voice. He chuckled leaning on the door frame.

"What's the hurry, Y/N? We're all friends here, aren't we?" He smirked, his eyes roaming over my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my anger in check. "I'm not your friend," I said. "And I'm in a bit of a hurry."

He laughed, stepping aside but as I was about to walk past him, he grabbed my wrist. "Oh wait, where's the fire?" he said, pulling me closer. "Let me just check if you're okay…" His other hand reached up and cupped my cheek. I felt trapped, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to free myself from his grip.

"Let go of me, Alex," I hissed through gritted teeth.

He laughed, tightening his grip on my wrist. "Oh, I'm just trying to help you out. You don't have to be so…aggressive." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You know you want this, Y/N. You've always wanted it."

I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, feeling panic rising up inside me. "Let go of me, Alex," I repeated. I felt so trapped, so helpless.

His grip tightened even more. "Oh, come on," he growled, "you're not going to make this easy, are you?" He leaned in closer than before if that was even possible, his hot breath fanning my cheek.

I couldn't breathe. "I could make you scream," he whispered into my ear, his hand still gripping my wrist so tightly it felt like it was going to break. "I could make you beg"

I felt tears prick my eyes, but I refused to let him see them. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "Let me go, Alex," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughed, as his hand trailed down my body, resting on my hip. "You know you want this, Y/N," he whispered in my ear, his breath sending a chill down my spine.

"Alex please let go" I plead, tears starting to fall down my cheeks.

" Alex ? Y/n ?" A voice called out from the end of the hallway and Alex finally let go slightly pushing me.

oh no no no no this can't be happening right now, I thought desperately as I felt the tears running down my cheeks, the warmth of them making me even more miserable.

Olivia stood there, her face flushed and her eyes wide with anger. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fury.

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czrpenters · 1 year

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mine | gf!sam carpenter x reader

summary: it's very hard to sam fight against her instincts. so, maybe she should embrace them.

pairings: ghostface!sam carpenter x mackenzie!fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of mental disorders, blood, death of a character, suicide, dark themes.

word count: 3.2k words.

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Sam felt guilty. She felt dirty. Disgusting, even.

Ever since the attacks in Woodsboro, she felt a switch turn inside of her. I mean, she always felt a little different, ever since she was a kid; she hated sharing, hated when things didn't went her way. Hated pretty much every person alive except her sister. And she never found peace. She had to reccur to drinking and drugs to forget about those feelings, even if for just a second. It was raging. Like it was tearing her chest from the inside out. The hallucinations with her real father, the voices she heard telling her to do things, all the anxiety and panic she felt daily. It was torture, to her.

And that got so freaking worse when she met you.

Sam met you through her sister, Tara. The attacks in Woodsboro were very personal to you. You lost your sister there. Your best friend, your Liv. You guys were closer than everything. Both of you were almost the same person, like two peas in a pod. Losing her was losing a part of you. And Sam pretty much saved you back then. Physically and emotionally.

When Sam fell in love with you, she thought that all of the horrible shit she felt would go away for good. She was innocent, of course; thought that love was the solution to all the problems in the world. And it was, for a while.

She felt peaceful, she felt at home. Everytime you kissed her, she forgot about everything bad that was inside of her. It was calm. Something she didn't even remembered how it felt. After Richie, Sam never thought about dating again; she couldn't even trust people enough to let them in. But she trusted you; she loved you. There was something about you and your personality that captivated her, and Sam couldn't even figure it out what it was. She didn't wanted to. She was too busy loving you to even think about these things.

That was the scenario for the first few months of your relationship, of course.

She definetly felt a switch turn inside of her after the attacks.

Why did she felt like that? Why did it feel good? When killing Richie, stabbing him, his blood splattering all over the floor and against her face. Seeing his life fade away in her bare hands. Why did it felt right?

It was too much, for her. She had to go to therapy, against her own will. It was scary. She had to switch therapists every now and then everytime she spoke about her feelings. It was too much for them, as well.

These thoughts haunted her. She had dreams about Richie, about the feeling of his blood in her hands, the smell of Amber's burnt skin, the knife piercing through Richie's flesh. And it wasn't helpful when her father decided to show up every now and then to have a little chat with her.

"You know you wanna do it." Sam turned around, scared that someone had broken into her house, but it was just him. Billy Loomis. "It's a human instinct, Sam. It's our instinct."

She took a deep breath, deciding to ignore him, getting back to her chores. It was almost like she could feel his presence in the room physically. She heard him laugh, but promptly ignored him; getting back to cut some vegetables for dinner. "Look at you, Sam. Look how the knife fits perfectly in your hand. It's like you were made for this."

She closed her eyes shut and threw the knife angrily at the sink. "Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" She screamed, turning around and realizing he was finally gone. That was her life now, day after day. The meds were barely working, and therapy was pretty much useless. So, in a last attempt to save the last bits of her sanity, she decided to leave Woodsboro. Maybe that was the solution all along, she thought. She needed to move on, to forget about the trauma, to live a normal life with her family. And maybe, just maybe, New York City would erase all of the past.

Sam woke up breathless. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. Another nightmare, like usual. And as always, about you. Dreaming about your death. The thought of you dying was terrifying to her, she felt this need to protect you from everything and everyone at all times and it could be too much for her own sanity sometims.

She looked to the side of the bed, her body shaking when she realised you weren't there.

"(Y/N)?" She got up the bed and looked for you in the bathroom, feeling dizzy and anxious. "(Y/N)??"

She ran to the kitchen, hoping to find you there; which she did. You were making yourself some late night snack with your headphones on, not even paying atention to your surroundings. Her heart finally slowed down, holding the chair next to her to calm herself down. You turned around for whatever reason and saw her there, looking like she ran a marathon. "Baby? Are you okay?"

"I'm- I'm fine." She looked at you, breathless. You took your airpods off, worried. I mean, it was a common thing to see her waking up in the middle of the night; you knew she had nightmares all the time, probably everyday. You made her sit down, holding her head between your hands. "Tell me, what happened this time?"

"You were there... You were-" She didn't even had the guts to say it. She couldn't even think about you dying. "It felt so fucking real."

"I know, baby. I know." You soothed her, sitting in her lap and holding her in your arms. She felt a kiss on the top of her head, and your smell quickly invaded her nostrils; she finally was at peace now. "It was a bad dream, ok? Remember what I told you: These are only..."

"...Only dreams. You're right." She finished the sentence, looking at you, feeling finally at peace. You kissed her head again, getting out of your embrace.

"I'm gonna get you some water, baby."

"No... Stay with me." She whined, like a baby. You laughed and kissed her lips quickly.

"I'm literally 10 steps away from you. I think you can handle a couple of seconds without me, huh?" You answered, going to the fridge to grab her a water bottle. She looked straight at you, waiting for you to be done so she could finally hug you again. You handed her the water bottle and she promptly drank it; nightmares made her really thristy, for some reason. You were getting ready to sit on her lap again but your phone started ringing, making you go in its direction. "Who the fuck is calling me right now?"

You were intrigued, until you saw the number's id. It was your friend from college, Rachel. The two of you got very close ever since you moved to New York. And that bothered the shit out of Sam, mainly because you were talking to her all the time. Laughing with her, going to places with her. She should do all of this stuff with me, she thought.

"Let me guess... Rachel again?" Sam asked, kind of annoyed. The feeling she hated the most started to build up inside of her. She hated sharing.

"She's not that bad, baby. I get that she can be too much sometimes, but you really should give her a chance." You said before answering the phone. You were so naive, Sam thought. You were innocent to the point where you thought that the reason Sam hated her was because of her personality (rightfully so, because Rachel really could be unbearable sometimes). She could be the nicest, friendliest person in the entire world, and that wouldn't change a thing.

To Sam, she was competition. She was the enemy.

You turned away so you could talk to your friend more privately. It wasn't even something that important, probably just some late night movie session that Rachel was having on her own and she called to say how it was going. It was the love for movies that brought you two together; and also your shared hate of Van Helsing and the second triology of Star Wars.

Sam frowned and got up, going to the bathroom to wash her face a little bit. She was stressed. She was angry. This isn't how it was supposed to be.

Stupid. She's so stupid. She can't even wait until morning to call her? Fucking bitch.

She washed her face with a little bit of cold water, but when she was finished and looked herself in the mirror, she saw him again.

"She's so inconvinient, am I right?" He said, blood splattered all over his face and clothes. "Calling your girl at 3 AM, as if she didn't had anything better to do... As if she didn't had a girlfriend to take care of."

"Stop it." She said, quietly. She didn't wanted for you to know that Billy was back.

"Why do you let this happen, Sam? It isn't right. She's yours. Yet here you are, letting her waste your guys' time to talk with another chick. Oh, I thought you were better than that..."

"Please, shut up."

"You know what you need to do. This has gone way too far." He said, seriously. "You need to take her out of your way, Sam."

"I'm not gonna do shit." She took a deep breath, remembering all of the things you said to her when she was anxious, but this time they weren't helping.

"But you should. She's gonna take your girl away. Are you gonna let that happen, Sam? That's not how we do stuff."

"I'm not like you..."

"Don't be like me, then. Be better. Sneak away in the middle of the night."

"Stop."

"Grab your knife with you. Tie your hair in a ponytail."

"Please, stop."

"Slice her wrists and make it look like a suicide."

"Please..."

"Wear the mask, Sam."

"STOP!" She yelled, and looked up. Billy was gone.

"I'll call you later, Rach." You turned off your phone and ran into the bathroom, where you found Sam crying in front of the sink. You took the girl into your arms and caressed her hair softly. "Baby, I'm so sorry... You're gonna be alright, okay?" Sam nodded in your arms, still crying. She was scared of herself. Scared of him coming back. Scared that this plan would, maybe, come true one day.

And the worst part about all of this is the fact it seemed like a very good idea.

It was eating her alive. Everytime you grabbed your phone to talk to her, everytime she called. Or worse, when you invited her over to watch some stupid sci-fi movies. She could do all that shit with me. She should do all that shit with me. That was all she was thinking when she was on her way to her therapist (which, surprisingly, didn't leave when Sam opened up about her feelings). It didn't take long for her to get to the therapist's office; that was something Sam loved about NYC. She would just take the subway and go pretty much everywhere in the city.

"I don't know if I can keep doing this." She said to her doctor, whose name she didn't even bothered to remember at the moment. Other than being a shrink, he was also a psychiatrist, and to Sam, it meant that his hobby was to fill her up with meds she didn't need.

"Doing what, Sam?" The man asked. He was a nice guy, Sam thought. Mid 50s, a velvety type of voice, and was one of the few people in the world that actually listened to her.

"Sharing her. I just, I can't. It's too much."

"She's not your possession, Sam. You know that, I know that." No. He was wrong. You were hers.

"I know." She lied. "But still. It bothers me."

"And how it makes you feel, exactly?"

"Like I'm about to die. Everytime she's not with me. Everytime she spends time with another person, I wished I was dead." Another lie. She didn't wanted to die, she wanted to kill. And deep down, she knew it. She knew Billy was right; it was her instinct. But she couldn't let them take over. She had to be good. For you, and you only.

"She's a grown woman. Don't you think she is allowed to have her own life?"

"I know that. But she could do all that stuff with me. I'm capable of making her laugh, watch some stupid movies with her, or take her to fucking Madison Square Garden or some shit. I'm enough. I'm all what she needs." She said that last part in a whisper. The doctor wrote some things down, before looking at her again.

"How are the meds going, Sam?" She took a deep breath, relaxing in the chair.

"They suck. But I'm still taking them." The therapist smiled.

"That's the spirit." He wrote another thing down. "I know they can be a little bit hard on your body, but you know they help. Are you still having hallucinations?"

"Sometimes. Not like in the past, but still." She looked at the ceiling, unable to make eye contact with the man. It was a tough topic.

"When do you have them, mostly?"

"When I'm angry, or alone." The doctor nodded, making Sam confused. "Why is that?"

"These are the moments that you feel the most vulnerable, and unfortunately that's how this works; it attacks you when it knows that it can get to you." He said, without even using the term that Sam feared the most. "You can't let that happen, Sam. When you feel angry, or when you're alone, try your best to not listen to it. To not listen to him. If it gets really bad I could prescribe you something, but-"

"No. No more meds." Sam interrupted him. "I can handle it."

He nodded. The consult ended quickly, and Sam was already roaming New York City's streets after a couple of minutes. She needed to forget about all of this, in a healthy way. She promised you and Tara to stop drinking, so the only solution she had to forget about all of her shit was to walk.

She grabbed her phone, hoping you'd had texted her. Nothing. Why she wouldn text me? She always texts me after my consult. Sam thought for a second. Opened Instagram, trying to see if you posted anything. She clicked on your stories. Her heart sank to her stomach, seeing a picture of you and Rachel. Of course she was with Rachel. Stupid, fucking Rachel. She didn't even knew you were gonna be with her tonight.

"Why didn't you tell me you were gonna be busy tonight?"

You didn't take long to respond. "I thought I told you, baby. I'm just watching some tv shows with Rach."

Just reading her name made Sam feel nauseous. Rachel. Such an ugly name.

Sam responded your text lovingly, but feeling the opposite inside. All of that anger and fury came back to her. And that was only one thing in her mind right now.

Sam waited. 30 minutes, 1 hour. 2 hours. Nothing. You got home after 3 hours of waiting, which made Sam freaking pissed. She was supposed to be with me.

"Hey baby, I'm home! Sorry I took too long..." You got into the apartment, and Sam gave you a fake smile. You walked to te couch, where she was sitting, and sat on her lap, kissing her entire face dozens of times. "I'm sorry, okay? I know that friday's are our nights, but I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"It's fine, baby. Don't worry."

It wasn't fine. Sam wasn't really proud of what she did next, but it was the only solution she could think at the moment. She put a few drops of some allergy meds in your water, to make you sleepy; which happened in about 30 minutes. You both were cuddling while watching some stupid reality show, when you fell asleep. It was te perfect oportunity; Tara was at Chad's dorm, Quinn was at some hookup's place. It was just the two of you. She would be back before you woke up.

Sam changed her clothing. Put on the most generic outfit she could find, nothing special. Grabbed a hair tie. Put a surgical mask on, along with some reading glasses. She felt like fucking Clark Kent. She put some stuff in her backpack and made her way into the streets. She was calm. You wouldn't find out. Never.

Sam was a smart girl, she did her research. She knew Rachel's address by memory, and with a little internet help, she also found out that Rachel was freaking depressed. Damn, how can this be so easy? Thankfully, Rachel lived in a small house right near Brooklyn. It was late at night, no one was walking the streets except for Sam. The whole way there, she felt anxious, but in the best fucking way possible. Sam never felt this good before, only when she was with you. She always felt happy with you.

It didn't took that long for Sam to get there. Sam tied her hair, looking at the girls body right at the window. She was hidden behind a car, which made it easier for her to change into the outfit she brought. A ghostface's outfit.

"Put on the mask, Sam." She heard Billy's voice in her head, making her shiver. "Listen to me this time."

And she did.

Sam entered the house with no difficulty, the girl lived by herself and had a poor security system. She got inside, and did what she was yearning to do for days.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" The girl asked, after Sam revealed herself. She wanted Rachel to ser her, she wanted for her to know who was her killer.

"I'm here to gut you, Rachel."

Sam took the girl down, immobilizing her. Putting all her body weight on the top of hers. She tried to fight back but it was useless, Sam was stronger.

With a razor, she slit both of the girls wrists vertically.

The blood splattered all over the floor, all over Sam's body.

She felt a rush of dopamine immediately. It felt so fucking good. Seeing her life fade away right in front of her. Now (Y/N) would spend all of her time with me.

Sam spent some 10 minutes just looking at the girls dead body, like if it was a piece of art. She took a deep breath, grabbing a wooden pick she brought with her to clean under Rachel's nails, trying to erase each and every bit of Sam's dna that could potentially frame her. She knew it wouldn't have any, but still.

Sam got up, went to the girls computer. Wrote a suicide letter. It was pretty convincible, to be honest.

Before leaving, Sam looked at her lifelesss body one last time, her mouth watering at the sight. Right next to her, was Billy, looking pleased.

"Good job, Sam. I'm proud of you, kid." Sam took a deep breath. "No one is taking your girl away now."

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#scream #scream vi #melissa barrera #sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera x reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter smut #melissa barrera smut #ghostface!sam #ghostface #ghostface!sam x reader

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kyleoreillylover · 7 months

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INSTAGRAM AU! Dominik Mysterio x Black!Fem!Reader

A/N: I got inspired by a fanfic like this, so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands and write one for my man Dominik. This took so long, so I hope you guys enjoy!

LIKED BY DOMINIK MYSTERIO, RHEA RIPLEY AND 2 MILLION OTHERS

y/n: dream world ☀️ pic creds to rhea :)

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dominikmysterio: my dream girl ;)

↳y/n: and don't you ever forget it ☺️

↳ rhearipley: dom dom don't forget that she was mine first!!

↳dominikmysterio: but now she's mine, not yours. sorry not sorry, mami 🤷

↳ynstan134: the girls are fighting 😭 Dom you better stop you know Rhea would beat your ass for y/n 😭

↳y/n: ladies, ladies, calm down, there's enough for me to go around 😉

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LIKED BY Y/N, FINN BALOR, RHEA RIPLEY AND 3 MILLION OTHERS

dominikmysterio: Kicked ass in the ring, and in WWE 2k23 (sorry not sorry babe).

tagged: y/n

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y/n: fr (I literally beat your ass in every single match and you told me to take it easy on you but it's whatever)

↳y/nstan123: LMAOO DOM WHY ARE YOU LYING

↳dominikmysterio: mi corazon why are you lying on my name 🤔 gaslighting is not healthy

↳y/n: I guess the pics I took of me winning are me gaslighting you then?

↳dominikmysterio: baby of course it's gaslighting, I don't expect anything less from you 🙄

damienpriest: bro didn't even let his girl win 😂 (you called me and finn on ft and complained about her winning)

↳y/nlover234: I love how everyone is just exposing Dom 😭

↳dominikmysterio: bro your supposed to be on my side!! ¿Qué pasa con el código hermano??!

↳damienpriest: Sorry bro, eras tú o Rhea y y/n me golpeó el trasero. 🤷

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y/n: You're either with us or beneath us 😈

tagged: dominikmysterio

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y/nstan234: the way he looks at her 🥹😭

finnbalor: so proud of everything you accomplished ❤️

↳y/n: thank you good sir ❤️ couldn't imagine ruling the wwe without you by my side

↳domlover619: this is so cute 😭 you and finn as a duo are so underrated

dominikmysterio: can I be on top of you?

↳tjdstan: ??!! DOM 😭 have some decorum

↳y/nlover134:bro can barely control himself in the ring with her, ya'll thought he would control himself on instagram 😭

↳y/n: sorry babe, that spot is reserved for rhea only 🤷 No hard feelings though! 😘

↳tjdstan: LMAAOO 😭 that's tough dom 😂

↳rhearipley: as it should be, love. sorry not sorry dom dom 🥰

↳damianpriest: you see me personally dom... i wouldn't take that disrespect. but that's just me 🤷

↳finnbalor: damien priest, mitb holder, tag team champion and number 1 instigator.

↳dominikmysterio: Priest, no me obligues a 619 tu trasero!

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y/n: we are very nice people I swear 🥰

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finnbalor: the nicest people I know (I'm being held against my will)

rhearipley: the both of you throw a fit whenever there are no chicken tenders on a menu

↳y/n: bc why aren't my chicken tenders there?? it should be the basis of every restaurant 🙄

↳dominikmysterio: exactly! because if a restaurant doesn't have chicken is it really a restaurant?

↳rhearipley: ....ya'll are made for each other.

dominikmysterio: I don't know why people don't like us we're literally so sweet like wtf🤨

↳y/n: exactly! idk why people in the wwe hate our guts! like what did we do to ya'll??!

↳tjdstan: didn't ya'll literally attack ilja and lyra last night 😭

↳y/n: they literally attacked us first?? are you blind? you call yourself a tjd Stan but you aren't acting like one!!

↳wwenxt: we love a gaslighting queen

↳tjdstan: I'm sorry?! 😭 but they wouldn't have hit ya'll if you guys didn't literally deck them first outta nowhere 😭

damienpriest: no lies were told

↳y/n: and that's why you are my 2nd fav 🥰

↳damienpriest: thank you chica, but why am I not first?

↳y/n: bc rhea exists??? what kind of question is that.

↳dominikmysterio: what about me, mi vida??

↳rhearipley: you heard the lady, dom.

↳y/n: sorry baby, it's the truth 🤷 better luck next time 💋

↳tjdlover: rhea x y/n wins every time dom, you need to get with the program!!!

THIS COMMENT WAS LIKED BY Y/N AND RHEA RIPLEY.

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unhappy-last-resort · 4 months

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Fevered Dreams ( PGR Chrome & ??? x GN Reader)

Warnings: implied somnophilia, manipulation, reader is sick (possibly COVID sick, depends on how my test goes), I am currently ill so I decided to write comfort that's less comfort and more discomfort instead

Lmk any mistakes or improvements I can make.

It started with something small. Just a sore throat and nothing more, but by the next afternoon it had slowly grown into into something more troublesome.

Shortness of breath and fatigue and all while you were on a mission too, how convenient. Gray Raven was quick to shuffle you back to base once a nearby squad arrived to help and off you went back on a ship straight to Babylonia with Liv to accompany you just in case you got worse on the flight back (you did.)

You couldn't help but be frustrated, the day was going well and now everything is going to grind to a halt. You were already dreading what the night would be like when you were struggling even to take a nap. You sit up in your bed and stare a hole into the bedsheets. You didn't feel like doing much of anything, you just wanted to sleep, but that seemed impossible. You kept tossing and turning and even when you did fall asleep for a second you'd have these terrible nightmares; a swelling red tide full of all the cries of the ones you love and care about with their broken hands reaching out to you, looming towers disrupting your vision and transforming your friends- and even yourself into something crazed and horrid, towering trees made of fire and hellish twin faces, a sister in white slowly being torn apart limb by limb as her two red sisters scream in horror and pain of losing each other again as one red sister begs you to do something while the other says to stay away and that you'll never be enough. You're sure there's more, but you're too tired and miserable to try and remember any further.

A light knock disrupts your thoughts, and you're thankful for it. "Come in." You try to say it loud enough so the other person can hear, but you end up giving yourself a coughing fit instead.

"Commandant, I've warned you many times about the cost of exhausting your body." A familiar yet surprising voice sounds through your room and you look up between coughs.

"Chrome?" You croak and your brows furrow slightly in confusion. You're not surprised that he's visiting you, you're surprised that he's back so soon.

You remember earlier...you don't remember when and you can't figure out a time estimate, but he came to see you.

In the midst of your tossing and turning, you opened your eyes faintly to see a blurry figure, the face wasn't close enough for you to tell who it was and judging by the black in the blurry colors, it certainly wasn't Liv. Ah, what was that? It looked like a flash of red, Lucia? But you're not sure that's right either.

You open your mouth to ask who it is when the figure speaks first. "Rest. You don't need to fret, I'll be watching over you."

It's masculine, so definitely not Lucia or Liv...your brain is so scattered you can't seem to decide on who it is. Names and faces appear and disappear like shards of glass in your mind's eye, fleeting and falling through your fingers before you could catch them.

A light pressure forms on your shoulder, pushing you down gently in an attempt to stop the writhing you hadn't realized you were doing. "There's no need to panic, I won't hurt you, I just want to watch over you for a while. I'll look after you and keep you safe."

Noan? Lee? Chrome?...Chrome. It must be Chrome you decided, but why is he here now? You remember Liv saying he would visit at 5 PM and while you don't know the exact time now, you knew it was too early to be 5PM.

"Chrome? Didn't you say you'd visit later?" You ask nasally, your throat irritating you to no end. There's a brief moment of silence from the figure before he speaks again.

"I finished my work early, so I decided to come see you early. Is that alright...Commandant?" The voice is melodic, if you didn't know Chrome you'd think he was mocking you right now.

"It's fine, just wondering is all." You mumble as your head falls back onto the pillow, so tired and yet unable to sleep.

"Of course, you wouldn't want a wolf to come in and endanger you." Chrome replies, you feel a finger glide over the line of your torso before stopping right at your midriff. You laugh softly into a coughing fit at his 'joke'.

"Oh my, you really are quite ill aren't you?" A moment later you feel your head being raised and a cool glass press against your lips. Obediently you open your mouth and drink the water and when you've had enough, 'Chrome' gently sets you down again and cups your face.

You keep your eyes closed as he stays like that for a while. You feel his gaze over your face before it slowly drifts down and lingers at your lips, what you assume is a finger runs over your bottom lip before his heavy gaze travels further, studying your neck, then your chest, your arms, your stomach, your hips, and resting a moment between your thighs before the gaze travels the dips and curves of your body back up to your face.

"Go to sleep." If you hadn't known Chrome better it would've sounded like a warning. Regardless, you did somehow manage to fall back into a sleep punctuated with the occasional ghostly sensation of gloved fingers on your skin followed by a soft press of lips, but you couldn't tell if that was from a dream or not, since every time you tried to see who it was...there was nothing.

"Commandant?" Blue eyes swirling with concern and a slight twinge of fear wait anxiously for your answer, a gloved hand stretches out before abruptly hesitating and pulling back. "Commandant, can you hear me?"

"Yeah sorry, I didn't realize I zoned out." You give Chrome a faint smile. "But you don't need to check up on me so often."

Chrome's brows furrow, he seems more anxious suddenly. "Commandant, this is the first time I've seen you today. Did you...perhaps have a dream?"

"Huh? No, you definitely came here earlier." There was no doubt in your mind that that was real. You saw him earlier, you were absolutely certain. You'd even bet your life upon it, that's how certain you were.

"...I wasn't here earlier." Chrome replies, there's no tone of judgement, or mockery in his voice. He says it calmly, confidently, and gently, the same way he does when informing you of strategies or what types of enemies are on the field.

You don't know what to say so you quietly look over the memory again in your mind, combing through it and looking for anything suspicious. It must've shown on your face because Chrome suddenly crouches down in front of you.

"It's...alright if you dreamt of me," Chrome's cheeks flush ever so slightly and he averts his gaze before finding his words once more. "But I want to make sure you know the difference between dreams and reality, Commandant."

There is no hint of judgment in his face, only the sincere and genuine care he has always shown you. "I...you're right, maybe I've been pushing myself too hard lately. I'll ask Liv if I can take some sleeping pills." You're still certain those events were reality, but knowing how concerned everyone already is, you don't want to add hallucinations onto their list of things to fret about so you just go with it instead.

Chrome smiles gently and then it falters for a moment, becoming confused then strained as his gaze lingers on the side of your neck. "Chrome?" You call, wondering what's wrong. Your fingers reach up towards your neck before being stopped suddenly, you look down and realize it was Chrome's hand on your wrist. You stare at each other for a moment before Chrome stands up and clears his throat, letting go of your wrist in the process.

"Ahem...it's nothing, Commandant. I was just thinking about missions. Please get some rest." And with that, Chrome leaves. Quietly shutting the door behind you and leaving you in solitude once more.

Solitude? My, after such a wonderful performance you gave me you think I'd simply leave you to suffer alone? Never, dear little rabbit of mine, would I ever do such a thing.

#pgr #pgr chrome #pgr roland #punishing gray raven #pgr yandere #pgr yandere roland #it's kinda yan ig but not that much #pgr fanfic #unhappy writings #pgr roland x reader #pgr chrome x reader #pgr commandant #tw.somnophilia

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bellysoupset · 8 days

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Okay so this is what I thought of while reading the interactions with the kids.

I just remembered that Vince is lactose intolerant, right? So how would you feel about lactose intolerant Vince with (reluctant) caretaker Max for a change?

I mean I can imagine maybe a class party or something with a kid wanting to make sure that Mr. Monacelli (or Mr. Mo because that is freaking cute) is having fun too, so they keep bringing him snacks.

I can totally see Vin accepting anything and everything from a kid with doe eyes and not having any way to refuse because the kid is watching him and wants to see Vin eat it. (Let's be honest, Vince would never even speak up because he wouldn't want to hurt their feelings).

After that Vin is feeling gradually sicker and sicker until Max can't keep ignoring him anymore, so Vin has to spill the tea.

Then Max is like "why did you even accept?" While Vin, slightly offended, is like "did you really expect me to say no to that kid?"

I know it's really detailed, feel free to ignore it, I just couldn't get this little scenario out of my head.

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💜! I hope you like this one, I slightly twisted it and it's a little different from my usual... So let me know what you think!

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Max frowned, leaning on the doorway of the kindergarten. His hands were full with a large tupperware with baking soda, food coloring and vinegar, the usual science fair volcano mix.

What caused him to pause, though, was the sight inside the classroom. Mr. Monacelli, or Mr. Mo to the little ones, was standing, with a kid on his hip, a little girl… Livia, judging by how comfortable he seemed to be as he held her.

Liv’s dark wavy hair was up pigtails and she had face paint on, the tip of her nose painted black and whiskers on her cheek, a matching look that was mirrored on the other children. Cats, the Musical, kindergarten version? Max thought with a snort.

Vince also had face paint on and he was chewing something Livia had just pushed inside his mouth, out of a box. Across the room Max noticed a tall chocolate cake, with a glittery candle that said 7 on top.

That explained it.

Birthday parties were always the bane of his existence, so he was incredibly glad he barely taught kindergarten and the older kids would rather die than celebrate in class. As far as he could remember it, he had bad experiences under his belt. From his mom trying to throw him a fully vegan party that had been a flop with him and his friends, to his father getting drunk and forgetting about his birthday altogether, to the fact once he turned eighteen his birthday all but disappeared as celebratory day.

“Mr. Mo,” a kid ran across the room, with glitter face paint all the way to his scalp. Max snorted at the sight, the parents surely would be over the moon about that, “tell Jess she can’t play with my toy.”

Vince frowned, crouching down to look at the little boy and Max frowned, staring at the scene. He couldn’t figure out this dude. Monacelli gave off military vibes. Football star, with his little homophobic fit the other day, driving that ridiculous motorcycle everywhere… And there he was, covered in glittery paint, scolding a boy for not sharing his toys and being fed cake pops by his little sister and her group of friends.

It just didn’t make any sense.

“Daniels, do you need anything?”

Max’s cheeks burned as he realized he had been caught staring and he shook his head, as five little heads looked at him, as well as Vince.

“No, just passing by.”

“Alright,” Vince waved him off, taking the boy’s hand and dragging him across the room to apologize.

It was a couple hours later when they met again. Max was smelling like bleach, after finishing up a biology class with the 10th graders, and ready to head home as he entered the staff’s lounge to retrieve his bag. He raised his eyebrows as he found Monacelli sitting on one of the couches, in the furthest corner, with his arms crossed to his chest and his head tipped back, as if he was asleep.

“Hey,” Max kicked Vince’s foot to wake him in case he was asleep, “day’s over.”

Vince wasn’t asleep — or maybe he was a really quiet sleeper? — because he sat up straight with a groan, moving his arms to wrap around his stomach, “what do you want?”

Max frowned at the lackluster response, so unlike the man who always seemed to have his energy up, “school’s over, are you planning on crashing here? Maurice is gonna be locking this room soon.”

Vince let out a sigh, using the couch to push himself up and the other man realized he was a horrible shade of white… Damn near green.

“You look horrible,” Max said, taking a step back as he noticed Vince swaying slightly on his feet. Instead of denying, Vince simply nodded, bringing up a shaky hand to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“Yeah, I know-” he interrupted himself with a soft, sickly burp. He didn’t bother finishing his sentence, ceasing every movement as he gulped down, only to let out another little burp and a groan.

“What’s wrong with you?” Max eyed him suspiciously. There was no way this man had caught another stomach bug after measly five weeks of having one, right?

Vince pressed his forehead to the metal locker in the teacher’s lounge, seemingly devoid of any energy to put in his combination and retrieve his bag. Most teachers didn’t even put in a combination, everyone used the standard 0000.

“Monacelli,” he stepped closer, despite wanting nothing to do with illness or this guy. It was just unnerving.

“I’m fine,” Vince breathed out, but it would have been a lot more convincing if he wasn’t swallowing in convulsively and clutching his stomach. Stomach, which by the way, was pressing against his work polo. The guy wasn’t small by any means and Max could’ve told he had a tummy to begin with, but now it was nearly poking out.

“Yeah, you look terrific,” Max rolled his eyes, walking to retrieve his own bag and deciding he was done with the whole scene, “feel better-”

He never quite finished his sentence, before Vince let out a little strangled noise and then rushed across the room, to the teacher’s bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and Max cringed in sympathy as he heard a muffled groan.

Now he couldn’t just leave the idiot, right? Not after he had driven him home?

Max carefully walked closer, tapping his knuckles against the door, “Monacelli, do you need anything? Meds? The nurse? Your mom?”

He expected to hear Vince telling him to go fuck himself, but instead there was a noise of liquid hitting liquid, followed by retching and more liquid.

Shit. Perhaps, even, literally.

Max chewed on his lip, looking around the room helplessly as if an older adult would appear and take over the situation, but he sadly was the only adult. He looked at his watch. 3:40 PM. Office hours were over, the janitor and the security would soon be finishing their rounds and closing up the school.

“Dude,” he sighed, knocking again, “you kinda need to leave, they’re gonna lock us here.”

“Go away…” Vince groaned, his voice raspy and choked up.

Max scoffed, “are you crying?” really? “Mona-”

“I said, go away,” Vince repeated, much harsher now and Max’s mouth snapped shut, his cheeks heating up as his temper got the best of him.

“Fine,” he said bitterly,loudly walking away, “drown there, see if I care.”

Sadly, much to Max’s displeasure, he had a guilty conscience and couldn’t make it even to the parking lot. He let out a sigh and glared at the now empty parking lot. Only four vehicles left, one of them being Vince’s stupid motorcycle.

There was no way the man could go home in a fucking bike.

“Moron,” Max groaned, walking back inside. He fully expected to find Vince back in the teacher’s lounge, so it was much to his surprise when they ran into each other in the hallway. Or rather, he ran, because Vince was frozen in place, an arm wrapped tightly around his belly and breathing through the nausea carefully.

“Oh there you are-”

“Thought I told you to leave,” Vince groaned, not looking up from the spot in the linoleum he was staring at, trying to keep his stomach in check, “careful, or I’ll believe you give a shit.”

“Fever must be through the roof, you’re delusional,” Max snarked, curiosity getting the best of him as he stepped closer and raised a hand to touch Vince’s forehead.

Monacelli was much taller, and bigger, so when he pushed Max’s hand away with an impatient huff, the other teacher stumbled on his feet.

“I don’t have a fever,” Vince scoffed, straightening up. He looked worse, more green and more drenched in sweat, “I’m lactose intolerant and I ate- I ate half a chocolate cake…” his gut let out an upset, whiny gurgle that was loud enough for Max to hear.

The blonde stared at him for a second, before cackling “are you fucking with me!?”

When he didn’t get an answer, except for Vince’s cheek ballooning with yet another burp that he muffled with a fist, Max’s laughter lessened down to a chuckle, his shoulders shaking, “oh… You’re serious? You’re in this shape because of some chocolate?”

He really was the one to judge, Max thought with a snort, remembering he’d be hurling much sooner if he ate half a chocolate cake. But then again, he wouldn’t be stumbling around cradling his tummy and whining.

“What do you want, Daniels?” Vince groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don’t fucking get you. I helped you, not once, not twice, but three times by now, and you’re still a dick.”

Max’s chuckle died immediately, his cheeks burning, “sorry, should I’ve been bowing and kissing your feet? What do you want, cuddles and kisses because your tummy hurts?”

Vince raised an unimpressed eyebrow, “I’m really sorry you weren’t hugged enough as a child,” he said coldly, “but yeah, actually, I do have people who take care of me when I feel ill, because I’m not a fucking jackass.”

“Says you,” Max snorted, rolling his eyes and gesturing to the empty hallway, “where’s the queue to cuddle you? I don’t see it.”

“I know what your problem with me is,” Vince scoffed, pressing his back to the wall behind him and huffing. He was shaking, which was not a good sign and Max bit down the urge to ask if the guy was okay.

“Enlighten me,” he said instead and Vince folded in half, planting his hands on his knees and breathing through a cramp.

“You’re jealous,” he said through his teeth and Max glared daggers at him, his stomach dropping to his feet.

He wasn’t jealous, he was… He just didn’t think Vince was anything special. Surely he was allowed this opinion?

For example, if Vince was so great, why was he about to hurl all over the floor that Maurice had probably already cleaned? That was asshole behavior.

Max mentally patted himself on the back, before saying loudly, “here, Mr. Moron, don’t hurl all over the floor,” and pushing a garbage bin in front of the guy. He didn’t expect Vince to make immediate use of it, falling to his knees and grabbing the metal bin with his hands, hugging it to his chest as a huge gush of projectile vomit fell inside of it.

He jumped back, startled, then tip-toed closer, feeling a new shade of shitty as he heard Vince let out a whimper and bury his head in, burping wetly once more and continuing to convulse and cough.

“If you’re such hot shit, why didn’t you not eat the thing you’re aware makes you super ill?” Max asked, mostly to himself, hesitantly moving closer to plant a hand in the middle of the guy’s back. Even down on his knees, Vince was still pretty freaking tall.

Max patted his back in a hesitant manner, then cringed as he heard footsteps down the hallway. Curse both their lucks, Vince’s because he was about to be caught hurling his brains out, and Max’s because now he’d have to look out for the prick.

He braced for Fernanda, the principal, or Maurice, the janitor, but raised his brows as the person who rounded the corner was no one he knew. The man was well into his mid fifties or early sixties, with wavy light brown hair and blue eyes… And he was really tall.

Max cringed as suddenly he realized he knew Mr. Monacelli from parent-teacher meetings and that the old guy would be expecting him to act like a lovable guy, the same lovable teacher he was when talking about Sophia or Livia. Fuck.

“Mr. Mona-”

“Dad,” Vince croaked, lifting his head for a slight second, “fuck- Fuck, it hurts.”

Mr. Monacelli all but ignored Max as he crouched down next to his son, planting a wrinkly hand on his back and rubbing in wide circles, “I got you, I got you. Get it up and then I’m taking you home.”

Max bit the inside of his cheek so as not to chuckle at that, “Uh- Hi…?”

“Mr. Daniels,” Giuseppe zeroed him, opening a small smile, “thank you for keeping him company.”

Sure. That was what he was doing.

“Yeah, uhm- Of course,” Max scratched at his beard, as Vince let out another sickly belch, bringing up a bit more watery vomit, and then leaned back, his head hitting the lockers, chest heaving, drenched in sweat.

“Babbo, I’m dying.”

“You should be,” Giuseppe glared at him, “what a stupida idea was that?” he softly thumped on his son’s forehead, “I couldn’t believe my ears when Livia told me. Cazzo, you’re an adult, Vincenzo!”

Vince frowned, looking pathetically close to tears, “babbo,” he breathed out, wiping at his mouth and clutching his bloated belly, “later?”

“Idiota,” his father scoffed, grabbing his arm and helping him get up, “Non pensi?”

“Dad,” Vince said a little harsher and his father stopped scolding him continuously, glaring at his son.

“Let’s go home- Thank you for helping him, Mr. Daniels,” Giuseppe said, still oblivious to the role, or lack of one, Max had played.

“Of course,” Max said cheekily, following them out, “any time, Vince. I hope your tummy feels better.”

“Go fuck yourself, Danie- Babbo!” Vince cried out, as his father slapped the back of his hand, dragging him out of the school and towards his car.

“Don’t swear at the boy, he helped you,” Mr. Monacelli glared at Vince, “get in the car.”

“What am I, five?” Vince groaned, stumbling to the car and bracing against it, breathing deeply through the nausea.

Max bit down a smirk, “Bye Mr. Monacelli,” he said happily, “bye Vinny.”

Behind his father’s back, Vince raised a middle finger at him.

#sickfic #mywriting #vince monacelli #lactose intolerance #emeto #emetophilia #nausea #stomach ache #loads of bantering in this one

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Noah

"I promise you, Liv. The guys are going to be happy to see you."

I soothed circles into Liv's back as she breathed deep and rested her forehead against her arms, folded over the toilet seat. She worried herself sick, thinking the Nick's and Jolly would be cold towards her due to her absence and my condition when in reality they were the ones who were asking about her. She just wouldn't listen to me.

"I know you think they're mad at you, but—" she heaves, briefly interrupting me. "But they're not. They ask about you—" She choked and released what was left in her stomach. I cringed but continued to rub her back. "You're okay," I whispered when she lets out a cry, and pressed a kiss into her hair. She coughs into the bowl, the raspy sound filling the otherwise quiet bathroom.

After a moment, she sat up sniffling, and wiped her nose on the back of her hand. "I'm sorry," she huffs. "It's not just them being mad, it's the fact that everything makes me sick now. What if I get sick at Jolly's?" Shrugging lightly, I brushed back her bangs that were stuck to her forehead in sweat and gave her a soft kiss on her temple. "So, you get sick. It happens." "But what if they ask? I don't want them to know yet, Noah," her voice starts to grow in pitch, her lips trembling.

I cupped her face in my hands, tracing her lips with my thumb to settle them, and gazed into her eyes that were beginning to swirl with fresh tears. "Then we tell them you ate something that made you sick, Liv. You're overthinking it; I promise they won't know until you're ready for them to know, okay?" I held onto her stare, hoping to quiet her frantic and worrisome mind. Her eyes bounce between mine, and I knew she was trying her damnedest to believe my words.

She sucks in a choppy breath as her eyes fluttered shut and bobbed her head in a quick nod. She then gave my thumb a tiny kiss, and I knew she was finally accepting what I'd been telling her. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and head over to Jolly's," I tell her, wiping the remaining tear stains from her cheeks. She whispers a barely audible 'okay' and flushes the toilet before standing. I stood from my spot on the floor and headed into our bedroom with only a minimal wheezing fit, leaving her to wash her hands and brush her teeth.

When Liv finally emerged from the bathroom, I couldn't help the bit of sadness I felt seeing the look of pure exhaustion on her. She had thrown on one of my old hoodies, her hair was unkempt, and her face was paler than usual, paired with dark circles under her eyes. Yet when she tried to smile, as weak of a smile it was, she still looked as beautiful as ever—but I knew how worn out she was feeling, especially after puking the way she had.

Flashing her a sympathetic smile, I stood in front of her and gave her shoulder a gentle rub. "On second thought, why don't we stay in?" I suggested, "You're exhausted, and I'm still not feeling all that great either." She shakes her head, peering up at me with tired eyes. "No, no. I'll be fine. You said the guys wanted to see me, so..." she trails off, shrugging her shoulders with a dry chuckle. "You sure, love? You have inventory tomorrow morning; I wouldn't want you to be too tired going in." She rolls her eyes with a scoff. "Well, after you just drilled it into my head that the guys want to see me, I'd better go."

I pursed my lips into a line and gave her a pointed look. "Don't get snippy with me," I tease, propping my fists on my hips. "I'm not," she grumbles, folding her arms over her chest and averting her gaze elsewhere. "Mmm, sure. And I'm not the lead singer of Bad Omens." She lightly smacks my chest at my remark, but I can see the slight curl of her lips as she fights back a smile. I laughed, the rumble of a cough soon replacing it, and I tried my best to stifle the coughing fit I was about to have.

As things progressed with Olivia, I was slowly but surely recovering day by day. My breathing improved quite a bit, but I was still having coughing fits here and there throughout the day, though not nearly as bad. Rose petals would still make their way out of my lungs, but there hadn't been any thorns along with them as of late—thank God.

I quickly distanced myself from Liv, grabbing tissues from the nightstand to rid the flowers from my mouth. She comes up behind me and rubs my back just as I crumpled the tissues and wiped under my lash line to hinder any tears from falling. Sure, there weren't any thorns, but it was still painful as all Hell hacking as hard as I had to in order to get the shit out.

When the wave of coughs finally subsided, Liv moves to the front of me and places a comforting hand on my face, her thumb coasting across my cheek. She asks if I'm okay, and like I always do, I tell her that I'm fine—it's become the norm as of late. I didn't mind it though; I was just happy to feel her touch again. So gentle, so caring, so loving.

She still hasn't told me that she loves me since I've returned home, but I was hopeful it would come soon. Her actions certainly indicated it. The way she burrowed herself in my arms at night, the way she checked to make sure that I was feeling alright even on the days where she wasn't, the way she'd let me tease her and she'd give it right back, the way her eyes lit up when I came down to the bakery for breakfast.

And most importantly: I was recovering. That had to mean she was falling back in love with me...right?

"Folio, put her down!" I huffed, pinching the bridge of my nose in aggravation. The second we walked through the door, he engulfed Olivia in a hug and picked her up, giving her a twirl. Even though she erupted into a fit of giggles, my mind immediately flipped to protective mode.

"Oh no, did I break you?" He overexaggerates a gasp and sets her down, miming a quick examination by extending her arms and bending them at the elbow playfully. "I don't know man, she seems fine to me." She snorts, swatting his hands away. "Don't worry, I'm not broken. Noah's just... Noah." I furrowed my brows, folding my arms over my chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She giggles, making her way back over to me and wrapping her arms around my torso, craning her neck to look up at me. "I mean, you did almost bite his head off for complimenting me." I opened my mouth to defend myself but stopped short with a sigh, remembering how I stormed out of the green room the first day of tour. She was right. "Yeah, yeah," I mumbled with defeat, holding her close to me.

"It's okay, I certainly liked the outcome of that," she whispers suggestively, winking at me. "You remember that don't you? Taking me to the showers and drilling it into me that I'm yours and no one else's." "Liv," I shot her a warning glance, my fingertips pressing into her lightly. Her voice was so low, husky, and my dick twitched in my pants at the insinuation of her words. I felt my cheeks warm with embarrassment from not only my behavior then, but how easily aroused I just became.

It's been months since we've fucked, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to bring her into the closest room and show her just how much I've missed her—and judging by the tantalizing glint in her eye, paired with that cheeky smirk, I'd say she felt the same way.

I took a deep breath and swallowed down the temptation as she stands on her toes and plants a chaste kiss to my lips. She quickly slips from my grasp and runs over to greet Nicholas and Jolly, leaving me to bite back a groan of disappointment.

It was safe to say that her nerves from earlier weren't warranted with how she settled right into the couch like she always did, striking up a lively conversation with the guys. I couldn't hear any of the words; I was too distracted by her charm, her innocence, how genuine of a moment this was. Bliss radiated from her, and I admired the smile that continued to spread across her face, her eyes glimmering with excitement from whatever their conversation was about.

I chuckled to myself, amazed with how she went from a nervous wreck earlier, to playful, to frisky, and back to playful in a matter of no time. I knew I was going to have to get used to the mood swings, and this was only the beginning, but I didn't care. So long as I had her at the end of the day, I'd take whatever she threw my way.

"Glad to see things are better between the two of you, brother," Folio claps a hand on my shoulder, giving me a little shake. "Seems like you're finally getting over that cold." He offers me a beer with his other hand, nodding towards it. I gave him a soft smile, bobbing my head lightly as I accepted the drink. "Yeah, me too." I cracked open the Modelo and took a swig, bringing my gaze back towards Liv to see her laughing at something Nicholas said. "I'm just glad to see that smile back on her face, you know? It feels like forever since I've seen her genuinely happy."

"I don't know what you did, but keep it that way. I was getting ready to take you out back and put you out of your misery," he laughs. "Hacking up a lung, moping around. It was getting old." I leered down at him after rolling my eyes at his comment. "Gee, sorry that I was dying. Won't happen again." He snickers, "I'm just kiddin'. In all seriousness, I hated seeing you like that. It was hard to watch, and I didn't know what to do to help. None of us did." I shook my head, dismissing him. "There was nothing you could do. I had to fix it myself, and I very quickly realized my faults. Things still aren't perfect; it's a work in progress, but we're getting there." “Good. Keep workin’ at it.” He gives me another shake of the shoulder, a smile of ratification spread across his face.

We made our way over to the living room, Nick scooting over and allowing me space between him and Liv as I sat down. I draped an arm over her shoulders, settling against the cushions as she leans into me. “So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” I asked. Seconds later, there was a Wii remote sitting in my lap. I looked at the TV, the loading screen of Mario Party displayed. "Loser has to buy us dinner!" Liv exclaims, sitting up abruptly. I huffed and sat up to put my drink on the coffee table, with her giggling next to me—she knew the chaos that was about to unfold from how competitive the guys and I were. That must’ve been what her and Nick were laughing about.

"You're not even gonna play, how can you make that bet?" I retort playfully, mulling over which character to pick. "Oh, I'll be playing," she says matter-of-factly. "When you storm off, I'll take over for you." I turn my attention towards her, blinking slowly. "Excuse me?" She snorts, "You heard me. You know you can be a sore loser sometimes." I pressed my lips into a line, giving her a stern look, which only made her laugh. "You're lucky that I love you, Olivia. Pain in my ass," I shake my head while fighting my smile. "I know," she muses, resting her head against my shoulder. I grinned and pressed a kiss on the top of her head, turning back to the game that was about to start.

Well over an hour and several bickering matches later, Olivia was right. I did end up forfeiting, but only because the more I yelled, the more I coughed, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I'd have a fit. I handed over the Wii remote to Liv and excused myself, making my way out to Jolly’s balcony. As soon as I shut the slider door, I found myself tucking my face into my elbow, coughing away.

I braced myself against the railing, winded with my heart pounding, and spit the flowers out of my mouth—God, I couldn’t wait for this to be over. It was just so exhausting.

Still holding myself up, I tried my best to recoup as I heard the slider door open. I don’t move as someone steps out onto the balcony, trying to get as much air back into my lungs as I could. Deep breath in, hold it for a few seconds, slowly let it out.

“You good?” It was Nick. “Yeah," I sigh, "just the usual.” I reassure him, my heart rate beginning to regulate itself. “Alright, just wanted to let you know the food’s here.” He gives me a gentle pat on the back. I nod, pushing myself away from the railing and turning towards him. “How much was it?” He puts his hands up, waving me off. “Oh, no dude. I wasn’t coming out here for the money—” “I know you weren’t.” I chuckled, pulling out my wallet from my back pocket, “Technically, I lost, so… How much?” He sighs, rolling his eyes incredulously. “Dude, I’m not making you pay. Put the wallet away.”

I do the exact opposite and open it, starting to take several 20’s out, but he stops me by pushing my hands down. The wallet slips from my hands, and lands at our feet splayed open. He apologizes and quickly bends down to retrieve it, but halts once it's in his hands. “Dude,” he murmurs, slowly standing back up and locking eyes with me. “Is this what I think it is?”

Fuck.

My heart skips a beat—I forgot I had the sonogram in my wallet, and there was no way I could deny that it was my unborn child he and was looking at.

Anxiety starts to settle in, and I take my wallet frantically from his hands, shoving it back in my pocket. “Nicholas, I trust you to keep this between me and you,” I say lowly. “Liv doesn’t want anyone to know yet, and she’d fucking kill me if she found out that you knew.” He blinks at me with bewilderment. “How long—when were you—what?” He stammers, and I swear I could see smoke coming from his ears as his brain short circuits. “You’re gonna be a dad?!”

“Nick, shut the fuck up!” I hissed, scowling at him. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? Please. I’m trying real hard to patch things up with her, and I know this would fuck everything up. I-I can’t have that happen again.” “Sorry, I just…” he exhales, puffing out his cheeks, and raked a hand through his hair. “I was not expecting this at all.” “Yeah, neither was I," I chuckled nervously, "but I think this may just be our saving grace."

|Chapter 19|

#fanfic #noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic writing #romance #fantasy #quandary #hanahaki disease #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #fanfiction

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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Hi Liv, i wondered if you had a reclist for fics with awesome OCs (human or animal, like Saras Girl)? Thanks for all your hard work!

Hi anon! Of course, here are some recs with great OCs:

In The Company Of Serpents by @corvuscrowned (E, 25k)

There’s something wrong with the serpents at the Greengrass Ophidiarium. Luckily, a certain Parselmouth just might be able to help.

Heart Like Neon by @lqtraintracks (E, 41k)

Bored of being The Chosen One, Harry discovers he rather likes sex and becomes a professional. He’s good at it, and part of why is that he can read people. Not minds, not Legilimens, but their whole self, and he can give them what they don’t even know they want. Enter Draco fucking Malfoy, enigma to everyone, including himself. Harry can’t help but want to break into him, to figure him out. And Draco, thinking he’ll fuck Potter on a lark, has no idea what he’s in for.

Of Roses and Dragonfire by xErised (E, 53k)

Years after That Kiss, Potter (and his new pet snake) appears again, this time as Hogwarts's Quidditch and Muggle Games instructor (what are Muggle Games anyway? Is this why Potter is swimming in the Great Lake wearing such a tiny pair of pants?), disrupting Draco's peaceful life as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It's bad enough dealing with one exuberant Gryffindor (Charlie Weasley as Care of Magical Creatures professor) on the faculty, and what's all the gossip about Potter courting Draco?

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 77k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

Wild, orphaned (E, 92k)

“No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.” “I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”

A Case of You by @epitomereally (E, 97k)

Draco was doing just fine working as an Unspeakable in Paris, hanging out with his living and ghostly pals, inventing new spells, and definitely not thinking about Potter. Then, Lucius just had to break out of prison and turn his world upside down. Now, Draco has to return to England, where he is forced to confront how family ties bind us—and one infuriatingly fit Harry Potter.

The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #original characters

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aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide · 1 year

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Now that Kelli has been gone for a bit, I feel like I can get this off my chest: Wolf Productions done fucked up.

Not for the first time, and not right from square one. But gosh, what a waste.

Kelli Giddish's Rollins was the only female character with the depth and acting chops behind her on the show since Cabot was a regular. She showed up and was able to go toe to toe with Mariska in carrying episodes - both personally related to her character, or to cases - not to mention had electric chemistry with Benson (sexual or not, take your pick).

With all the flack that SVU had taken over the years for not having a more diverse cast in regards to sexuality, Amanda was the earliest and best opportunity they had to develop a complex, interesting storyline of an adult woman coming to her sexuality late in life. I am not even necessarily the most ravenous Rolivia Shipper out there, but I'm heartbroken that they took Amanda's character over the years into the most boring, obvious, dissatisfying of directions.

I adored Amanda's wild/problematic side. Her episodes with her fighting with Amaro, dealing with her gambling addiction, shooting her sister's ex, or going rogue undercover are my favorite episodes of basically the last 10 yrs of the show. It was so good to finally have someone in the squad who was easier to relate to in a real-world sense. Someone who went to a Big Girl job in the day, but in the off hours was a mess with a rebellious streak.

It was always my hope that they would turn around the storylines where she seemed to chase men that were purposely bad for her, into a realization that it was because she was more emotionally into women. It fits so perfectly with her childhood, her background, and had ready-made holes in existing canon where they could have written it in with ease. (Pretending to be Liv's gf at the sperm bank, the remarks she makes in the episode Plastic, questioning her second pregnancy, etc.)

Instead, they had Carisi mope after her for years, all through the seasons where she showed no interest in him. I lost 50% of my respect for Carisi when he had that sulking tantrum after she fucked the bartender in Intent (a sexist double-standard btw, which would have never flown with fans if it had been Rollins pouting bc Carisi turned her down), and the other 50% after Carisi became ADA, with the writers seeming to then write him as rather victim-blaming.

The biggest irony, in my opinion, is that Dick Wolf complains that giving the fans EO will make the show too 'soap opera-y,' when what he/they did with Rollisi and Kelli's exit was far and away the most soap opera-esque thing they ever wrote! Fuck off with that obvious shit! Oh, the once-troubled blonde who is now straight as an arrow, rides off into the sunset with the Catholic altar boy and trades her powerful feminist position for a 9-5 (don't come for me, there's nothing wrong w being a professor, that's not the point here) and her two kids. Eat all of my ass, Mr. Cis-het, White, Only-Primetime-Billionaire Wolf. 🙄***

To make matters worse, they specifically brought in a POC actress to play a bisexual character, only to write her out as fast as possible for absolutely no discernable reason!?! The utter waste of what they did with Kat Tamin is an equal travesty. Give me Kat waking up in Amanda's bed. Give me Amanda making pancakes for breakfast and Kat carrying the kids to the table. Give me anything but the bullshit, Caucasian tripe that they sold us with Rollisi!!!

*takes deep breath*

And if - IF - the powers that be couldn't think beyond the end of an average-length cock when it came to Rollins, then for the love of all that is holy: her chemistry with Sergeant Khaldun was 1) vastly more believable 2) hotter 3) more diverse as an overall cast option and 4) less cringeworthily obvious.

I have loved SVU since I was 16 yrs old, and even though I gave up watching it around The People v. Richard Wheatley (for reasons unrelated to this specific rant), I still lurk in the background and keep myself vaguely caught up. But it's getting impossible to defend a lot of the choices they have made in the last three or four years. Good talent is so hard to hang onto these days in H'wood, and Dick Wolf seems just as, if not more, determined to fuck up his show as Chris Carter was in the 90s with TXF.

Thanks for coming to my TED Rant. 😮‍💨✌🏻

- HeartEyes4Mariska

***Not to mention the Barisi Shippers got robbed in the process.

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moyokeansimblr · 5 months

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Get to know you: Sims Style

Well I was patiently waiting to be tagged but it's not happened yet and @isimchi "tagged" anyone who hasn't so that means me 😁

What’s your favorite Sims death?

I mean, I have to say drowning. I have many a memory of my childhood best friend and I batch creating like 100 sims with the sole purpose to drown and make haunted lots... Surely we all did that though, right?

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

These days I'm maxis match, and in particular my cc is 90-95% 4t2 stuff. Sometimes I miss non-clay hairs but not enough that I'd wanna switch back. I'm actually extremely happy with my game aesthetic at the moment. I see the appeal of alpha and I am alpha in sims 3 but I don't think I could go back to it in sims 2 anymore.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Not directly... occasionally I've dragged needs up so a sim will exercise longer when they want/need a body skill because when it's not fall the body skill takes FOREVER to gain. So then they'll end up exercising so long that they get fit where they might not otherwise have. That's as close as I'd get to cheating their weight though.

Do you move objects?

I mean, yes. I both move objects and moveobjects. 😉 (although I've had the cheat alias "mon/mof" (yes, one f) for ages I don't even remember the proper way to type the cheat.

Favorite Mod?

Hmm that's tough. Some staples I couldn't live without are sim blender, ACR, monique's hacked computers, all the no regen mods, the auto saver, gussy up, and for some reason smonaff's period mod is the mod I've had in my game longer than anything else I have now. Been using that since the 2000s. Is it necessary? Probably not. Is it annoying? Yes but periods are annoying irl too. Would I miss it if I didn't have it in my game? Greatly.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

My parents bought the sims 1 on release when I was 3, and then at some point shortly thereafter I ended up entirely hijacking my mom's computer. But while they did buy every pack on release as well, the earliest pack that I still have solid memories of playing is Vacation. Is that all it was called? I think non-US versions had a cooler name like On Holiday or something.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Ya know... I've never really thought about it until now but both. Sometimes I say LIVE and sometimes LIV. I don't know what goes on in my brain to decide which one I'm gonna say at any given point but I know for fact I say both.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I've had many favorite sims over the years, most long lost into the void. But one sim I think about a lot is one of my old ts3 sims Levi Engle. He was one of my first truly evil sims and really one of my last proper edgy sims as well and I've not had anyone quite like him since. This was like 2016 I think? I'm still waiting to have a sim like him again, in either 3 or 2. "Made" is not quite accurate, he was born. But he's one of my own, not a premade.

Have you made a simself?

Oh have I.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Red. Specifically since I prefer 4t2 clay hairs in EA's colors these days the red that's swatch 9. This one.

Favorite EA hair?

Hmmm... In ts2

And in ts3

Favorite life stage?

Young Adult, in all versions of the game. University is my favorite EP across the board.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Gameplay. Every so often I feel build-y, and I have made entire custom worlds in ts3 and hoods in ts2 where I've build everything myself but mostly I prefer to just use other people's or the game's builds and just enjoy playing.

Are you a CC creator?

I sometimes feel kind of weird using the word "creator" since all I do is convert stuff but yes. I share cc.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I don't know? I have some mutuals that I go like 😁 whenever I see in my notifs or messages from. But I don't really exactly talk to anybody.

Do you have any sims merch?

I've got a blanket with plumbbobs on it and my brother's girlfriend got me a sheet of ts4 stickers I've not used yet. Otherwise, do all the old discs and prima guides count? My discs are the most important things I own.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Not really. I have a youtube channel that's a hodgepodge for both my eurovision ranking videos and the occasional sims thing. But I'm not a sims youtuber at all.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Oh boy, it has a lot. When I was a kid I destroyed pleasantview with fairy and mermaid cc from "UserDeb" on the Exchange and SapphireSims2 I think it was called? Mad emo cc and like households where it'd be two families living together so the teen girl and teen boy could secretly meet together in the dead of night in the bathroom. Back then lots of one-off totally unrelated families in an otherwise empty custom hood that I'd play for the duration of a random idea I had then drop. Then in the 2010s I had a long stint of this like making 8 YA girls and 8 YA boys and pairing them up and then graduate and marry and kid and then create 8 more YAs in CAS and repeat and that got like 15 generations once. I did that kind of not really playing but more just like breeding for years. Whereas whenever I'd stop playing 2 and play 3 instead I would "properly play" and have long ass legacies. I never touched the premade sims until I tried to play Pleasantview in 2020. I did have a few failed megahoods then. Now I am wants-based and I prefer to have as little control as possible over my sims. I could say a lot more here but I'm tired.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Talk about a hard question! For times sake I'm going to say @deedee-sims because when I deleted my 48+ GB folder of alpha CC to start anew maxis match-y the first new CC I had was everything of DeeDee's.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite?

ts2 University. I just love it.

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I don't know who has and hasn't done this since I feel like I'm late as I never got the tag. But since I really wanted to do it, I'm sure someone else who hasn't been tagged wants to too. So if you've not done it, go for it!!

#moyokean #tag game #this post took me forever it's my bed time #so my brain can't think of tags

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cybernecromancer365 · 8 months

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The Wrong Pants--A/O headcanon

A.N. Something short. Hope this gives someone a laugh :)

Her doorbell rang.

Alex sat up, looked beside her, smiling at the sight in her bed. The detective laid on her stomach with her arms wrapped around the pillow under her head; a grey-colored sheet draped over her, covering most of her body.

She stayed.

The doorbell rang again, and Olivia stirred. "What's that?" She murmured, still half asleep.

"I got it. Go back to sleep." Alex leaned over and kissed her cheek. They were long past the fling stage; she could sneak in tender kisses and Olivia wouldn't flinch.

The doorbell rang again and Alex finally slid out of bed, a draft breezing over her nakedness. She squinted in the dark, grabbing a t-shirt and pants from the pile of clothes strewn about on the floor. Some by the bed, some by the door.

She pulled something on quickly, not thinking about style or fit, and hurried from the room, turning on the living room lights to save her from stumbling into a wall. She opened the front door, a little surprised but not shocked to see Elliot standing dressed for the office but missing his tie. In his hand his phone.

"I know it's early counselor, but we got a break in the Murphy case."

Alex crossed her arms over her chest and leaned in the doorway. "You couldn't tell me over the phone?"

Elliot shrugged. "I was in the neighborhood." He flipped open his phone. "I'm calling Liv now."

A shudder rushed down Alex's back and she straightened up, standing alert on both feet, the door gripped in her hand tight. "Wait—"

Elliot pressed the button and set his phone to his ear.

A tune played, not from the bedroom like she expected but from her pocket and Alex's gaze shot down. It was the pocket of a pair of dark grey slacks. The same pants Olivia wore to her apartment. The same ones she wore now. 'Shit...'

Alex looked back to Elliot, her gaze dragging up tentatively. Their eyes met for a second and Elliot sucked his lips in, looking between her and the pants pocket that kept ringing Olivia's tune.

He took the phone from his ear and closed it. A crooked grin stretched across his face. "Two birds, one stone." He slid past Alex and strode into the apartment.

"Elliot leave her alone." Alex tugged his jacket, but he escaped.

"Don't worry counselor, I've seen my partner in her underwear—"

"Elliot." Alex said through her teeth and rushed to catch up to him. "Elliot—"

"She's like a sister to me, promise—"

"Elliot—"

He stopped in his tracks, looking through the bedroom doorway. "There's sleeping beauty." He said, sticking his tongue in his cheek as he eyed his splayed partner. He took a deep breath and Alex's gaze widened.

"Elliot don't."

"My bad did I walk in on something?!" Elliot yelled and flipped on the lights as he sauntered in proudly, his voice jolting Olivia from her sleep as she clutched the sheet to her chest.

He dived onto the bed like a kid and their eyes met, Olivia's wide.

"You having sleepovers with the A.D.A. now? Why wasn't I invited?" He jested and Olivia kicked him in the thigh with her covered foot.

"Don't roll over too much. Your clothes are over there." He nodded to the floor and Olivia’s jaw clenched. "Is this your way of cozying up to the D.A.?" He laughed, not a bit bothered by the menacing look in Olivia's eyes, as they glared at him under a furrowed brow.

"Blame Cabot for wearing the wrong pants."

Olivia looked to the prosecutor who stood in the doorway, shaking her head with a hand over her eyes.

"I tried to call but you left your phone in your pocket." Elliot sputtered his laughs again.

"Get out."

"Hey. Secret's safe with me, partner." He tousled Olivia's short hair, hopping off the bed, and hustling to the door before she could snap at him. "Cragen wants us at the precinct in an hour." He left the room with a wave and disappeared around the corner.

Alex met Olivia's gaze. "...my bad. I’ll put my glasses on next time."

#cabenson #olivia benson #alex cabot #law and order svu #svu #special victims unit #elliot stabler #elliot is the best!#poor cabot #my dumb headcanons #lancer365 #writing

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chronosh0t · 3 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‘‘……꒱.*ೃ. ;; 〔 ☁️ 〕 `𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

‘‘ 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙲𝚄𝙱, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢...? ’’

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…… a day off in the lounge, after who knows how long, the team was finally granted a few days of freedom. The Commandant had already put aside every single paperwork, left his exosuit to be repaired since it was heavily damaged from the last encounter with Ascendants, wearing nothing but comfortable clothes fitting his style, he was resting on one of the sofas.

Liv and Lucia had go to visit some places they wanted to go after the proper papers were signed (constructs are not allowed to leave if it's not for mission unless the Commandant signed a notification and was approved by Hassen), and so the only one was him, enjoying the silence and letting his mind drift to the world of dreams.

A knock on the door. He groaned and walked to the door, before he could even try to open it came another knock. How impatient was the one behind it? A metallic sound, the person behind was none other than Lee himself. With him, there was a small box-shaped CUB, a screen showing an emoji. Zenas thought it was the same deadpan face of Lee. How cute.

ㅤㅤㅤ“What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to visit your brother.” Zenas said while resting on the sofa, again. He couldn't take his eyes from the small buddy.

ㅤㅤㅤ“I already did.” As usual, his face did not change, but Zenas noticed the emojis on the CUB did. For a split of seconds, it looked... happy? before it returned to the serious one.

Lee noticed his Commandant eyes not leaving the small thing beside him, so he handed it to him. It seems that everyone thought Punchy was rather an interesting CUB, and not only an amazing combat partner but very useful in other aspects.

Zenas eyes beamed in excitement. He held the CUB with utmost care, he definitely didn't want to break it. Observing how detailed it was but also speechless at the fact, despite looking quite small in size, it could turn itself into an entire fist and destroy some corrupted without sweating a bit. It was indeed interesting.

He looked at it for quite a while, smiling every now and then, patting its "head", or rubbing its "chin", like he would do with any other dog or cat. Punchy did give the feeling of a pet more than a cub, even Bianca's or Karenina's one that had animal shapes didn't make him go this wild. Maybe it's because of the "face", or because it was owned by Lee. Perhaps both options were valid.

On the other hand, sitting in front of him, was the blonde construct. Zenas was too oblivious to notice, but the blue eyes that would hold kindness for him were showing some annoyance. For some weird reason Lee could not understand, there was a strange emotion forming in his chest, a bit heavy, but mostly he felt.. angry?. The more he looked at Zenas being close to the CUB, giving it so much attention made his mechanical veins boil.

Abruptly Lee took Punchy out of Zenas' hands. Startled by the sudden action, it took him a moment to form a sentence.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Why did you do that? Give Punchy back, he's cute” Zenas complained, frowning. He extended his hands, waiting for Lee.

But that last word, cute, made Lee even more annoying. What was this feeling he was experiencing? Weirdly enough he didn't want to see Punchy now, he was even mad at the small CUB. The only thing that happened was Zenas being overly excited to see it and, after a few minutes of observing, Lee started to feel that way.

ㅤㅤㅤ“... no” Lee answered, but his voice was barely a whisper, almost inaudible.

Zenas was taken aback. Was he... sulking? He looked down at Punchy and the emojis on the screen changed so abruptly, as if it was hard for the tiny pal to discern what its owner was feeling. It suddenly clicked in Zenas mind, but it sounded so ridiculous, maybe he was wrong and there was something else going on, but nevertheless he had to take the shot and ask.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Lee...” he had to take a pause, what would he do if it was actually that? he was going haywire already. “Are you... jealous?”

Lee didn't reply, but Punchy did. Who would've thought that his other partner in battle, the one he himself created to make things easier, would betray him this way? The screen showed a specific set of emojis, lines between parenthesis. Lee was feeling embarrassed. So that only meant what Zenas said was true.

Lee's face was partially hidden by his blonde hair. But Zenas could see his ears, they were so red, he thought if it was possible, his entire face and neck would also be tinted with the same colour. He chuckled, not to mock him, but because that fact made him extremely happy.

#sae pgr writings #pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr lee #lee hyperreal #pgr fanfic #oc x canon #canon divergence #punchy #lee is silly #pgr global #i love lee so much #help me

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wwewomenimagines · 2 years

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Don't Touch What's Ours

Ever since Liv and Rhea went public with their relationship, the response was nothing but positive from the fans and their fellow superstars.

Although they felt great, they couldn't help but think that they were missing something, or someone.

That someone came to them in the form of Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N was a part of the road crew. She was a technician who helped do the sound systems and pyro for all the shows.

Not only was Y/N extremely attractive (superstar's words not hers), Y/N was also extremely shy. She usually kept to herself, putting her headphones in and doing her job.

The female superstars had taken notice that whenever one of them, no matter who it was, tried to talk to Y/N, they would get extremely flushed and start stuttering.

So, once they figured this out, they all decided to play around with it, constantly flirting with Y/N, touching her and what not. Liv and Rhea had gotten wind of the shenanigans in craft services one day.

"I'm just saying. If I wasn't engaged to Corey, I would climb Y/N like a tree." Zelina chuckled. "If I wasn't married, I would be right there with you girl." Liv looked at Rhea confused. "Who is Y/N and why would you guys climb her like a tree?"

Carmella looked up at the blondes. "Oh. Hey guys. We were just taking about that crew tech Y/N." Liv looked confused. "Who?" Zelina spoke up. "She is on the road crew. She's super fucking hot. Like, godly hot. But she's super shy and she gets super flustered around us."

Rhea's eyebrow raised. "She gets flustered?" Carmella nodded. "Yeah. If you wanna see for yourselves, go talk to her. I'm certain she won't be able to get one word out."

Y/N was tangled in wires when Liv and Rhea found her. The pair smiled and made themselves known. Y/N, startled, hit her head on the bottom of the announce table. Groaning, she crawled out from table.

Once she figured out who was calling for her, her cheeks turned a dark red. "Oh. Uh. Hi. Did you ladies need something?" Liv giggled at the girl's nervousness before abruptly stopping and looking at the girl fully.

Y/N was fit. She wasn't "Rhea jacked" but she was up there. She had tattoos up and down her arms, almost as tall as Rhea. Liv choked on her spit. Rhea had an almost similar reaction. "Jesus."

Y/N blushed even harder. "Well, if you ladies don't need anything, I will be on my way." Liv quickly spoke. "Wait, no! We wanted to talk to you." Y/N stuttered. "T-to me?" Rhea nodded. "Yeah! We wanted to get to know everyone's favorite tech!" Y/N chuckled nervously. "What do you mean everyone's favorite tech?" "You've made quite the noise in the locker room. Everyone is talking about how cute you are. We wanted to come see if the rumor was true and we can confirm that it is."

Y/N almost choked on her spit. Not only do the female superstars in the back think she's cute, but the two she had been crushing on for what seems like forever think so too? She couldn't get a coherent word out and it got even worse when Liv put her hand on her arm.

"Are you okay, babe?" It was at that point Y/N realized that today was going to die. Rhea cupped her cheek. "Y/N? Still with us?" Yup. She's was gonna die.

In a less than graceful way, Y/N tripped over her own feet and sprinted away from the two, mumbling about fixing wires somewhere in the depths of backstage. Liv looked at Rhea. "I want that one." Rhea chuckled and kissed her girlfriend's head. "Me too."

The constant flirting and touches would continue for about a month before Liv and Rhea decided to ask Y/N out. Y/N, of course, accepted and the three had been a polycule for about two months before their first big roadblock.

Liv and Rhea had won the belts at Mania and were currently walking around as champs. They couldn't feel better. Two people who thought they needed to suffer were Natalya and Shayna Baszler.

Y/N was backstage talking to Kofi Kingston, Carmella, and Corey Graves when they struck. Natalya took a chair to Y/N's back as the girl instantly dropped to the ground groaning in pain.

Shayna began whaling on Y/N landing punch after punch as the girl tried her best to block them. Natalya slipped Y/N's arm into the chair before stomping on it.

A snap was heard before Y/N let out a bloodcurdling scream. Rapid footsteps were heard before a hand gently caressed Y/N's hair.

"Y/N! Baby we're here! You're gonna be okay!" Y/N opened her eyes to see a worried Liv looking down at her and an angry Rhea chasing Natalya and Shayna away. "Hey, there's my girl. Come on. Let's get you to medical."

Once the trainers had concluded that Y/N's arm was indeed broken, she had to go to the hospital. Unfortunately for her, her girlfriends still had a match against the two women who attacked her so they couldn't take her.

Luckily for her, Carmella and Corey were more than happy to take her while Liv and Rhea finished up. Reluctantly, the two went out to their match as Y/N headed to the hospital.

It was a clean break. Not that it was any less painful but there would be no surgery. Y/N sighed in relief at the news as the doctor went to prep to give her a cast.

Carmella, who was checking her phone, laughed out loud and handed her phone to Y/N. "Looks like your girls did a number." Y/N looked at her confused before looking down at the phone.

WWE: Liv Morgan and Rhea Ripley have SNAPPED! The two attacked Natalya and Shayna Baszler before the match started, ruling the pair unable to compete.

Y/N's eyes went wide. She didn't want them to attack them back. She didn't want them to get in trouble. She handed the phone back to Carmella as the doctor came back with the supplies to cast her arm.

Once the cast was on and papers were signed, Y/N was free to go. Carmella went to text Liv to tell them that they were heading back to the hotel but Y/N stopped her. "It's fine. I'll just meet up with them there."

They made it back to the hotel and Y/N thanked Corey and Carmella for taking her before they went their respective ways. Y/N went to the room she was sharing with Liv and Rhea before making a decision.

She gathered her things, booked an Uber and a flight before leaving the hotel. She wasn't about to be the reason her girlfriends were risking their careers.

Liv and Rhea made it back to the hotel after showering and getting reprimanded at the arena. It wasn't their fault they let their anger get the best of them. They are just protective over what is theirs.

"God all I wanna do is just get in bed and snuggle with Y/N." Rhea laughed at her girlfriend's neediness. "Me too babe. Although, you might have to wait. I haven't gotten a text from Carmella that they have left from the hospital."

Liv groaned before leaning on the taller girl. They both made their way to their room, sliding the key in and sleepily walked in only to find the room empty besides their things.

"Where's Y/N's stuff?" Rhea looked confused. "I don't know." Liv began to worry. "What if something is seriously wrong with her?" Rhea pulled Liv into her embrace. "Let's call Carmella and see what's going on okay? I'm sure everything is fine."

Everything was not fine.

Carmella had told them that she left Y/N in the room two hours before Liv and Rhea got back to the hotel. So now, both girls were panicking because Y/N wasn't answering her phone.

They had asked other superstars if they had seen the girl and all of them said no. They went "last resort" and went down to the front desk.

The woman working told them that she thinks she might have seen Y/N leave. Whoever she saw had a cast on and the girls instantly knew it was their girl.

They decided to talk to Carmella next. That's when they learned how their girlfriend felt.

"Yeah. She kept talking about how you guys were gonna get so mad that she was the reason you guys got fired."

Liv and Rhea's hearts broke. They had told her time and time again that she mattered to them more than their careers. It killed them to know that their girlfriend was probably blaming herself.

Liv spoke up. "Do you have any idea on where she might've gone?" Carmella shook her head. "No. Maybe I'll try to call her and try to see where she went."

Carmella dialed Y/N's number and hoped that she answered.

"Hello?"

After talking to Y/N, the girl not knowing Carmella was with Liv and Rhea, they found out that Y/N flew home. And not the home she shared with Rhea and Liv, her hometown.

Y/N sat on her couch with her arm in her cast watching any old Disney movie she could find on Disney plus. She avoided watching any WWE or checking any social media because she knew she was going to see their faces.

She wished her parents were here to help her on what to do. They passed away a couple years before she got the job with WWE. It sucked even more because she was an only child so Liv and Rhea were the main people she went to about life problems.

*1 week later*

There was a knock on the door and Y/N got up expecting to see the pizza she had ordered but she got something better.

"Hi."

It was Liv and Rhea. Both in sweats and t-shirts and tears in their eyes.

"What are you guys doing here? Don't you have belts to defend?" Liv shot forward into Y/N's arms, making sure not to hit her injured one. "You're more important." Rhea nodded, pulling both girls into her arms.

"No belt is more important than you. Don't ever think that." Y/N had tears fill her eyes as she finally melted into the women's embrace. Liv buried her head in Y/N's neck.

"Please don't leave us again. I physically cannot live with out the two of you and I just don't want to live without the two of you. Please don't make me."

Y/N shushed Liv and held her as tight as she could with her good arm. "Liv, sweetie I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I let my emotions get the best of me and I shouldn't have scared you guys like that. I'm sorry."

Rhea kissed the top of Y/N's head. "We love you Y/N. Don't forget that." Liv nodded in the girl's neck.

Rhea ushered everyone to the couch where Liv still refused to let go of Y/N as if the girl were gonna disappear if she did. "Do you have any medicine you need to be taking?"

Y/N nodded and motioned toward the kitchen. "It's in there. I usually take it before I eat something." Rhea nodded and went to get the medicine and make some food for the three of them.

Thirty minutes later, Rhea emerged from the kitchen to get the two girls only to find them snuggled into each other asleep. She smiled at the scene and went to rub Liv's back to wake her up.

"Liv. Sweetie. Wake up. We have to eat." Liv woke up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Hmmm what?" Rhea chuckled at the girl. "We gotta eat, firecracker."

After waking Y/N up and making her take her medicine, the three ate the food Rhea made. After dinner, they all got dressed for bed and snuggled up in Y/N's room.

Liv wouldn't detach from Y/N's side as Rhea got in the other side of the bed. Y/N was drowning in love from the two and she wasn't sure she wanted to be saved. She wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.

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