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[carewyncromwell]

consider it a what if scenario in this instance, but how would jacob and carewyn's dad react to hearing how one graduated with honors from the very school that once expelled him, and the other going on to become a well respected lawyer? lets say that it was by pure chance he heard of other people talking about the two and put two and two together.

not that hed go out of his way to reach out to them but moreso his realization how the two managed to achieve the respectable lives he so desperately wanted them to, but without him in the picture. how would that make him feel?

Okay, this message gave me such joy that I had to set it aside to give it a full response, because AWWW, ANON, YOU THINKING OF POOR, BAD-FATHER-BUT-NOT-A-BAD-MAN EVAN BACH!! You sweet thing!! 🥹 💙💙💙

So I actually do have a few headcanons about Evan after he left his wife and children behind, one of which ties in nicely to your question.

A few days after his departure, Evan was visited by an Obliviator from the Ministry of Magic. That Obliviator's name was Donna.

In most cases of Muggles learning that their child and/or spouse has magic, that Muggle doesn't leave or divorce their spouse, so there was some concern that Evan could blab about the entire Wizarding World's existence, if he were allowed to keep his memories of his family. This is why Donna was sent to tail Evan and, when the time was right, covertly modify his memory. But to Donna's surprise, while she tailed Evan Bach, she was surprised to discover that he made no attempt whatsoever to expose Lane, their children, or the existence of magic. Evan didn't even flinch when his friends or family would try to get the truth of his and Lane's separation out of him -- he would just firmly and unwaveringly say that Lane lied to him and then shut down the conversation altogether before it could go any further. He never even tried to make up lies about Lane, like that she was involved in criminal activity or something, so as to better justify his actions. He would shoot down anyone proposing nasty, untrue things about his ex-wife and seemed to resignedly accept it if anyone judged him badly for leaving his family. And this was why, after a whole week of not having to intervene, Donna finally just decided to visit Evan in person and explain the situation to him.

"Look, Mr. Bach -- your situation is...unusual, in our world. It just is. Most Muggle parents who find out their child has magic, well...they choose their child. They choose to stay married for their sake -- to keep their family together. Even I must admit, I can't understand why you wouldn't make that choice..." "Well, of course not. You're magic too, aren't you? Like Lane, and Jacob. Of course you wouldn't understand. ...I didn't ask to join this 'World' of yours. I never even had a proper choice in the matter. And even if you think I should've just followed my wife and children blindly, I have no interest in being part of a World made up of nothing but lies and deception. And I frankly think it's disgusting that you think it's best to just rewrite people's minds and lives if they don't march lockstep with...with your blatant despotism." "Despotism? Come now, that's a bit harsh..." "Sorry if I don't see a government who would arrange for you to stalk me and then corner me in some dark alley just to keep their precious secrets safe in a particularly flattering light." "It's not just for the sake of our secrets, Mr. Bach. ...Yes, it is true, I was sent to Obliviate you. But your situation isn't just surprising because of your departure -- it's also how you've acted after leaving. You never once made as if to expose Lane or your children's magic. You've never even tried to defend yourself from rumors by making Lane look bad." "Why would I? Lane lied to me. ...Anyone who knows me knows that's enough reason." "I think a lot of people would want to create additional reasons. Make themselves look better, by doing so. You're an honorable man, Evan Bach. That's why you've never fought back to defend yourself, when people get upset about what you did. That's why you couldn't talk about your children, when your cousin pressed you about them. And that's why...I'm here talking to you, not sneaking around anymore behind your back. ...You see...I want to ask you, myself. Do you want me to modify your memory?" "...Want it?" "Yes. I could remove the painful memories of what happened -- give you a more peaceful life, to remember. I could even rewrite the memories of the people around you, so they won't ask about your family anymore...maybe even give you that promotion you would've gotten, if it weren't for your boss catching wind of what happened with your family. You could start fresh -- " "Never." "What?" "Never. I don't want your fancy stick anywhere near my mind, nor my memories." "But you...you've already said you have no intention of being part of your family's World. If you want nothing to do with the Wizarding World, and you don't want to have to keep lying by omission...wouldn't it be so much easier to just forget our World even exists?" "Of course it would! Naturally it'd be easier. But I don't want this to be easy. ...I left my wife and children, Madam. I may have my reasons for what I did, but that doesn't change the fact that I failed. I failed them as a husband, as a father...as the man of the house, and as a man overall. And worst of all...I left without even saying goodbye. I couldn't even look my wife in the face. ...I couldn't even apologize to my son...knowing he never would've accepted it anyway. Knowing that he'll hate me for the rest of his life, same as I resented my own father. ...I am a coward, Madam. It's something I never wished to be, but I proved it before God, with what I did. ...But even though I couldn't rescue my family from themselves -- from this crazy, asinine 'World' that your lot has roped them into...I do not want to be rescued from this burden. Least of all by one of your kind. ...One of the last things Lane said to me is that all I did in our marriage was make more and more mistakes, just trying to escape from my previous ones. Well, I'm done running. These mistakes I've made -- all of them -- are my burden to bear...and I don't want you or any other...freak Ministry agent taking them away from me. ...I don't want peace. Especially not your version of it."

Despite Evan's clear dislike of magic users, Donna couldn't help but by moved by his sentiment. And so she left Evan with all of his memories and reported back to her superiors that Evan Bach was no threat to Ministry security. Amazingly, after watching the Muggle store manager for another month, Donna's superiors eventually agreed, and Evan Bach was left to his own devices.

Evan had no further contact with the Wizarding World for the next thirteen years. It was only in 1988 when Donna sought Evan out at his office, in disguise as a manager of another store. He was not pleased to see her.

"I thought I made it quite clear I want nothing more to do with your World. What are you doing here?" "Nothing business-related this time, Mr. Bach. I'm just here to thank you." "...Thank me? For what?" "Your daughter." "...My...?" "Yes. Carewyn Cromwell. That was Lane's maiden name, wasn't it?" "...It was. But I don't..." "I have a daughter too...Chiara's her name. She's the same age as Carewyn. She has...a condition that makes it very difficult for her to make friends. But earlier this year, your daughter reached out to her, and since then, Chiara hasn't been able to stop talking about how wonderful your daughter is. In letters, at home...all she's been able to talk about is how kind and selfless and brave and amazing Carewyn is. So I came to thank you, Mr. Bach...for being the reason my daughter has such a good friend."

Evan was so speechless that for a moment, all he could do was stand up, cross to the window, and look out. Donna Lobosca tilted her head a bit, watching him carefully. Then, feeling some pity, she offered --

"...Chiara sent me a picture with the two of them together. Would you like to -- ?" "No. ...Winnie is one of your kind. Lane raised her to be just like her. Like Jacob. Anything she is...I can take no credit for." "I wouldn't say that. You're Carewyn's father, aren't you? That means half of her genes, and half of everything she is, comes from you."

This sentiment didn't comfort Evan, though. He refused to turn around and face Donna again.

"...Please leave."

Despite the detachment of his posture, his expression reflected in the glass of his window betrayed genuine remorse and pain. It made Donna not press him further, and instead return to him some privacy. It was clear to her at least that Evan was hesitant to engage with Carewyn, even from afar. He'd left her at such a young age that she likely didn't even remember him, so she undoubtedly was shaped more by Lane and Jacob than by him. She would never be a "normal" Muggle the way Evan wanted -- how could she be, if she was the type to befriend a werewolf? And perhaps Evan might've felt that he didn't deserve any praise, not even indirectly, for any good his daughter had done.

Donna had to wonder if Evan Bach had shed any tears, upon passing up the opportunity to see how his daughter had grown. Perhaps he would've, if he'd taken stock of how much Carewyn's ears and thin lips resembled his.

Evan didn't learn anything more of his children until the spring of 1991, when Donna actually used the Muggle Post to send Evan a letter. Evan didn't want to open it and actually fancied for a short time chucking it right into the fire -- but reluctantly he held back the urge and, settling down in his old armchair, he opened it. Inside he found a short note, with a smaller envelope inside.

Mr. Bach, I know the last time we met, you didn't want to see Carewyn's picture -- but enclosed are some photographs of your son and daughter from their and my daughter Chiara's graduation ceremony. Jacob truly is remarkable -- he received a certificate of merit for earning all O's on his NEWTs: a very, very rare achievement, only achieved by the most intelligent and talented of wizards. As for Carewyn, she graduated as Head Girl for her class and, according to Chiara, is set to become a lawyer for our Ministry -- a very respectable career in both your World and ours, I should think. I shall say it again, Mr. Bach -- whether you believe it or not, half of what these children are came from you. You should be very proud. Donna

Evan read the note several more times in silence. Then, putting it and the other smaller envelope away in the drawer of his side table, he left them there as he went to the kitchen to make himself some supper. He wouldn't open his drawer again until the following week, when looking for a pair of scissors, and when he did, he shut it quickly, unable to look at the note or second envelope.

Jacob, earning honors in all his classes. Honors. Jacob had never been good in school -- he'd always been a slacker: a delinquent, who constantly got himself into trouble. How was Evan supposed to feel, knowing that his son was succeeding, but only in that World of delinquents and liars, rather than in normal, proper society, the way Evan had always dreamed? He'd always known Jacob was smart -- he definitely could've become a doctor someday, or perhaps worked in a well-respected lab somewhere, if he'd really applied himself...

And Carewyn...Head Girl, and now set to become a lawyer? How respectable would that have been, if she was actually going to be a real lawyer -- one Evan could've recommended to his friends and associates, if they needed legal advice? Instead, all the legal advice she'd be giving out would be perfectly worthless -- her whole career would instead be based entirely on laws like the one that tried to demand Evan either give up and stay with Lane out of duress or have his mind turned inside out...

It took Evan nearly half a year before he finally forced himself to take that second smaller envelope out of his side table drawer and open it. He was alarmed by how the pictures moved -- poor Evan had never seen any magical photographs before, and they were incredibly unnerving. The girl who had to be Carewyn kept looking away, off into the corner of the frame. She appeared rather respectable, despite how bizarre her and everyone else's attire was -- her makeup was very neat. And the boy next to her...no...that couldn't be Jacob, could it? He couldn't possibly be so young...Evan himself was in his fifties, so Jacob would have to be nearing thirty by now --

And yet...even with how messy and ridiculous his hair looked, or how youthful his face appeared...Evan immediately knew at once that this was indeed his son. His eyes were hollowed-out like a skull's now, and his dark curls had grown so long and out-of-control that he'd had to tie them back in a ribbon the way a girl would...but it was Jacob. And clinging onto his sister and mother, Jacob's moving photographic self couldn't seem to stop silently laughing through his tears.

He was happy. So happy he was crying...

Evan had to put the pictures of his children face down on his side table, out of his line of sight. He then rested his arms in his lap, holding his face in his hands and then sliding them down along his cheeks as he breathed deeply.

He knew seeing Jacob and Carewyn would be painful. He knew it would be -- that's why he'd resisted it for so long. He'd rebuilt his life to the best of his ability, even while wrestling with his guilt, but he'd kept them at arm's length because he knew that Jacob and Carewyn didn't want to be in his world, and he wanted nothing to do with theirs. They didn't belong in his world, no more than he belonged in theirs. And truly, there was no point in trying to dig up the past when that wasn't going to change.

It didn't mean it didn't hurt, knowing that he'd failed as a father so much that Jacob and Carewyn's lives were fuller, with him not in it.

After a long moment, Evan reached out toward the side table again. He fiddled with the edge of the last photograph for a few seconds before finally flipping it around and looking at it.

Lane looked tired. Her face had become a bit gaunter and there were more wrinkles around her eyes, though not as bad as Jacob and Carewyn's -- Evan couldn't help but think that their eyes looked like his now, with how deep the bags under them were...

Even so...Lane smiled just as brightly as she did on their wedding day.

And it was this, strangely, that seemed to soften the creases in Evan's brow, even as tears welled up in his eyes.

Evan had failed his family in so many ways. He hadn't been able to guide them and mentor them -- to protect them and give them everything they wished for. To keep them on the straight and narrow, the way he always tried to be. But even with this...Lane had found happiness. She clearly hadn't had to go back to her cruel family -- she clearly had kept her freedom and was able to thrive, even on her own. Even while having their children to look after...

And this, strangely, brought Evan some bizarre, bittersweet kind of comfort. Perhaps, in the end...letting his family find happiness without him ultimately was the one thing he'd managed to do right.

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"If I could see the future and how this plays out, I bet it's better than where we are now, But after going through this, It's easier to see the reason why…"

~“No Surprise,” by Chris Daughtry

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #evan bach #my writing #lane cromwell #carewyn cromwell #jacob cromwell #chiara lobosca #I want to throttle tumblr -- it absolutely REFUSED to let me edit this post without saving it every 30 seconds #it kept glitching while trying to auto-save #even now it refuses to let me edit anything #and then I wouldn't be able to save it at all #ugh #but yeah I've said it before and I'll say it again -- evan truly is not a terrible person: just a pretty poor father #oh yes and evan calls carewyn 'winnie' because that's what lane calls her #'carey' is the nickname carewyn's friends like bill charlie and tonks call her later #'winnie' is lane's nickname for her exclusively #though lane's siblings pearl claire and *especially* blaise try co-opting it later #much to both carewyn and jacob's irritation #caps cw

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#big run has been going horrendously I'm out of ranked points already... #every time i get a win it's followed by a loss i couldn't gain any ground #kept getting to round 3 and losing orz #theres just so many salmon... and we kept getting awful weapon rotations... 3 rollers and a sniper rifle? dude #and now a difficult choice lays before me... do i risk deranking by playing more? i desperately do not want to get stuck in profresh #but i don't want to miss out of big run either... much to consider #i know it's pointless to get so hung up on my sr rank since it literally doesn't matter but- #sr is my favourtie mode!! i take a lot of pride in my vp rank!! #argh whatever I'll decide what to do later #also!!! i've been thinking about changing the little emoticons i include on my personal posts! #i've been using my collection of manga caps for... a LONG time now #and they're very familiar and special to me but... well i never liked that manga very much actually aha #like the ART was gorgeous and thats why i used them but the manga itself did nothing for me #and i have a collection of offical fe line stickers that i could use instead?? perhaps #snow blogging

[augustinewrites]

in the years bakugou katsuki’s friends have known him, they have learned that despite his loud and brash personality, he was a notoriously private person. he seldom posted on social media, rarely did interviews or showed up on talk shows. the media still ate him up, his evasiveness about his life outside of hero work only leaving people wondering just what he was hiding.

“are you sure this is the place, denks?”

he kept his private life hidden so well under wraps that he didn’t even tell his bestest friends in the whole wide world that he’d moved apartments. they’d found out by accident.

kaminari checks his phone again. “yeah! this place is on shinsou’s patrol route. i don’t think bakugou knows, but shin and i have seen him walk in here three times this week!”

simply entering a building on its own wouldn’t be enough to rouse suspicion. the first time, shinsou had reported that he’d seen bakugou wearing his uniform trailing behind a woman in a suit - someone from legal or pr, he assumed - and kaminari had thought it was for a witness interview and brushed it off.

the second time had been a little more unusual. it’d been bakugou on his own, dressed casually with his cap tipped low and his backpack slung over his shoulder. kaminari hadn’t had much time to think about that one because he’d been helping an old lady cross the street, so he’d just assumed he was visiting a friend or something.

the third time had been downright suspicious, because he’d seen bakugou dressed casually and carrying two bags of groceries in his arms. this occurrence had been downright suspicious, and had prompted kaminari to make a groupchat to share his findings.

kirishima glances around the busy street, humming. though it’s one of the wealthier districts in musutafu, the street is quiet, sleepy, dotted with small shops and street vendors. the closest agency is three blocks away, and it isn’t even bakugou’s. “it’s kinda far from our agency, don��t you think? it’s way off our patrol area, and his job is basically his life. why would he live here?”

“that’s what we’re here to find out,” kaminari shrugs, pocketing his phone. there’s a doorman stationed outside the building, sending the pair a polite grin as he holds the door open. “swanky place though, don’t you think? maybe i should get myself a nike deal too! then i can finally get out of shin’s place.”

___

katsuki’s just gotten out of the shower, stirring idly at the pot on the stove when he hears a knock at his front door. he flicks the heat down a notch before heading for the door to peek through the peephole.

that’s when pro-hero dynamight, number two on the hero billboards, and a role model for children everywhere, leans back and mutters, “fuck.”

another knock, a little more insistent this time. “hey, bakugou? you home? denks, if this isn’t his place this is gonna be real awkward.”

“fuck. fuck,” he glances over his shoulder at the bedroom, then back at the door. this wasn’t how everyone was supposed to find out. especially not ei and denki of all people, whose mouths were bigger than their combined iq.

he lets the analytic hero side of his brain assesses the situation first. the obvious answer is that he could just…not open the door. it’s a good, quick solution in the short term, but will still come back to bite him in the ass later. when it comes to his personal life, no wall (or door, in this case) could withstand the nosiness of his friends.

his other option was to, well, open the door. just a crack, of course. feeding the vultures a half-truth would placate them for the time being, so he could retreat and come back with a better plan.

“hey! bakugou!” kaminari cheers when he begrudgingly opens the door. “so you do live here!”

“last time i checked, yeah,” he huffs, staying planted firmly in the doorway. he treats this like he would any interview, shutting down any unwanted questions with blunt, half-answers. it’s usually enough to deter most reporters, but his friends have learned to shrug off his hostility simply because they lack any self-preservation skills.

“can we come in?” kirishima asks hopefully. “we wanna see your new place!”

“no.”

he rolls his eyes at their identical pouts. “why not?”

“because i can’t trust you both near things that can stain.” he gestures to the hall. “now can you please get out of here so i don’t burn dinner?”

“ugh, fine,” kaminari relents with a louder than necessary groan, which katsuki immediately finds suspicious, especially when the blond places a hand on his shoulder. “i gotta admit, this is a nice place, man, you did good. i’m proud of you.”

katsuki feels it a second too late– the light tingling that often precedes–

he curses through clenched teeth as kaminari shocks him with a voltage just shy of a taser, body folding as it fights the current. his so-called friends take the opportunity to push past him and into his living room.

“awe, look!” that electric dipshit coos, picking up a picture frame. “It’s a picture of all of us at graduation!”

“and look at this one! this one is of him and–” kirishima’s expression shifts into genuine surprise. “this is the head of our legal department…and you’re kissing her! on the mouth!”

of course it’s then that the bedroom door opens, three heads turning to see you walking out, toweling off your wet hair. “katsuki?”

the pro, still crumpled in the doorway, looks away as his friends do a double take, then fix him with wide eyed stares.

“katsuki!” you gasp, rushing to his side. “oh my god, are you okay?”

“‘m fine,” he coughs, letting you help him to his feet. “aside from the two ass clowns in our living room.”

“hey!”

“oh, ignore him,” you simper, pressing yourself into his side. “he loves you guys, but right now…i think he’d prefer to love you from afar. at least until our housewarming party!”

“housewarming party?!”

#bakugo katuski x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha drabble

[milunalupin]

Hiiii congrats on the 100 followers 🍾 can I request a hockey player!James x reader in an already established relationship? Where jamie sees reader wearing one of his jerseys as a good luck charm (love-induced placebo effect) and one day, reader comes into a match WITHOUT the jersey?? The rest of how shenanigans is up to u thanks!

ty so so much for requesting, i hope this is hockey-y enough lol <3

— lucky charm

hockey player!james potter x reader ★ 860 words

a/n - i don't know anything about hockey so please bare with me

James was running around the flat like a madman, muttering something about cross checking and knee pads. He pushed past you a little too hard, retracing his steps to mumble a 'sorry' as he kisses your temple. Today's hockey game was very important, according to your boyfriend. As captain of the Gryffindors, he would not allow his team to lose their biggest rivals, the Slytherins. Your nose scrunched is disgust as you watched him pack his dirty lucky socks, walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat during the game.

As he was zipping up his game bag, you walked back over with a few snacks and his water bottle. He smiled fondly at you while accepting the bags of pretzels and baby carrots.

"I'll see you soon love," he wraps you in a tight hug, pulling away from you to look down at you sternly. "Don't forget to wear my jersey please."

Your eyes widened, and let out a sound of disbelief. "It was one time Jamie, three years ago!"

"I know but love of my life, apple of my eye, we really need to win this game." he whined, lightly shaking you by your shoulders.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you pushed him towards the door, reassuring him that you wouldn't forget. James pressed a few more kisses to your cheeks before clambering out the door with his duffel bag hung over his shoulder.

James had met you at a post-win celebration at a local bar, trying to impress you with all his hockey talk. Having had a few shots and nursing a cocktail, your tipsy self just nodded and smiled pretending to understand what the muscular cutie was talking about. When you met up again sober you admitted to not knowing anything about hockey, which didn't seem to be too much of a problem as he had asked you to be his just a few weeks later. Although you still didn't fully understand the sport, you still showed up to every game as James' biggest fan.

Back in the kitchen, you finished washing last night's dishes and made some hot chocolate for yourself to take to the game, filling a tumbler and not bothering to fully twist the cap on as you were now running a few minutes behind schedule. Scrambling to slip your shoes on by the door, of course you tripped over James's converse as you always do, only this time you're hot chocolate spills all over your white 'Potter' jersey.

You squeeze your eyes shut and groan. "Oh, he's gonna murder me."

You found your seat just in time for the faceoff, shivering from the cold metal of the arena benches. Maroon and emerald players danced around the ice, getting into their formations for the first round. James was in the middle as the team's center, waiting for the puck to drop. As soon as it did James took control, then passing it to his teammate. You watched as it flew from player to player, the sounds on skates on ice and the opinionated crowd bringing a smile to your face. Gryffindors fans started to stand when James was near the Slytherin's goal with the puck, then boo-ing the green team when the puck was stolen from him. The game was going by smoothly, you snacking on some pretzels as the two teams kept switching off on who had control of the puck.

You stood up and screamed with excitement as James scored, waving your arms around. His head whipped over to your usual section to find you, his bright grin faltering as he noticed your appearance. He let his eyes linger on your plain maroon sweater a few moments more before scoffing lightly and skating back to his position for the next period. The next few rounds were played a dirtier, with the Slytherin players checking the Gryffindors into the tempered glass and tripping them onto the ice.

The game ended with the Gryffindors winning 7-5, maroon-clad fans throwing up popcorn and cheering in celebration. You followed the crowd out, making your way towards the locker rooms, finding a spot against the wall to wait for James.

You watched as he walked out without paying you any attention. Frowning, you jogged to catch up to him. "Jamie, hey- James!"

He turned around with the biggest pout you'd ever seem from anyone, mumbling so softly you almost didn't hear him. "You're not wearing my jersey."

"I spilled hot chocolate on it so I had to change, I'm sorry my love." you stepped forward, taking his hands in yours. "But hey, you still won the game and you played amazingly, so maybe it wasn't so lucky after all."

"Well the jersey was for extra luck, my main lucky charm is you, so thank you for being here." he sighed and pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

"You're welcome, although you don't really need luck because you're so talented, James." You chuckled, feeling him squeeze you a little tighter as he nodded.

"But I was worried about today's game for a second so can you please wear the jersey next game?"

#milunalupin's 100 party ! #marauders x reader #marauders #james potter #james potter x reader #james x reader #hockey player!james potter

[libraryofgage]

PJO Steddie Part Three

Part One | Part Two

I hope y'all are ready for some backstory in this bitch hfdjsk

Anyway, we learn some more godly parents, but one remains a mystery for now.

Also, if you like my writing, maybe consider commissioning me! I have, like, student loans hitting harder than I'd like, so I've opened commissions on ko-fi. You can read more about prices and such in this post.

Anyway, hope you have fun reading! And, as always, if you see any typos no you didn't ;)

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Getting to Athens, Tennessee, had required a mix of bus rides, a single divine taxi ride, and a pair of knock-off winged shoes that Eddie should probably put out of their misery before they get him killed. Getting back to camp, thankfully, only requires the van Steve and the kids use to get around.

Said van, at first glance, looks like a hunk of junk. It seems to have stepped right out of the 80s, its paint is faded and scratched with dents in more than a few spots, and the wheels look about two tiny potholes from popping. As they get closer, Steve pulls a key ring from his pocket, and Eddie notices that it's a physical key and not one of the wireless fobs.

When they get inside, though, the whole van is transformed. The seats are made of the softest leather Eddie has ever felt, there are seven in the back for all the kids to be comfortable without arguing about space, and the sheer number of cup holders is enough to bring Eddie near tears. "This is fucking metal," Eddie says, practically melting into the passenger seat as the kids buckle up in the back and Steve starts the van.

"I got it after we outgrew my BMW," Steve says, shrugging as he checks on the kids and Eddie before pulling out of the parking lot.

"Steve says it's a surprise gift from our father," El pipes up from the back.

"Yeah," Dustin says, his voice excited as he leans forward and pokes his head between Steve and Eddie, "Cuz he doesn't know he bought it!"

Steve snorts and pushes down the bill of Dustin's cap as he heads towards the highway.

"So, is Zeus your dad, too?" Eddie asks, twisting around to look at El.

"No. Steve and I share a human father," El explains.

Even without looking, Steve can feel Eddie's confusion. "I try not to think about how I came into being," he says. "Just know our father seems to be a bit of a slut for Greek mythological figures."

"Wait," Eddie says, waving his hand, "does that mean Zeus was, like, a woman? Is Zeus your mother?"

"No clue. Like I said, I prefer not to think about it," Steve says again, shooting Eddie a look.

And Eddie drops it despite his growing questions. When a gorgeous boy tells you to stop asking about the impossibility of his birth, you shut up and listen.

A while later, as Steve is about to drive over the Tennessee state line and the kids doze off in the back, Eddie glances at Steve and shifts in his seat. His leg starts to bounce, his fingers drumming against his knee, as he tries to figure out which question to ask first. Eventually, he ends up blurting out, "So how did you manage to not die?"

Steve blinks and snorts, stifling the rest of his laughter so he doesn't wake the kids. He glances at Eddie, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "Well, how much of the story do you want to hear?" he asks.

"All of it." Eddie wants to know everything about Steve. How has he kept all these kids alive and for how long? When did they start traveling the country like this? When did he learn about his heritage? What does he like? What does he hate? Does he believe in fated love and love at first sight?

Okay, that last one can probably wait a little longer. Like, two more days, at least.

Steve hums softly, tapping his thumb against the steering wheel as though he's trying to decide where to start. "I didn't know about Zeus until I was eleven," he finally says. "I only learned then because my dad couldn't figure out any other explanation for how lightning struck on clear days whenever I was angry at other kids."

"Didn't you have to deal with monsters?" Eddie asks.

"Yes. And no." Steve frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know how in all those stories Zeus will change his form to get with all those women? Like, he'll become whatever he needs to get what he wants."

"I'm familiar, yeah."

"It's a little like that, but I don't change my form. I guess I change my vibe? I can make monsters think I'm the son of a lesser deity. It got even easier when El came along because monsters don't target her."

"Why not?" Eddie asks, perking up some. If El has somehow figured out how to make herself invisible to monsters, maybe other campers can learn, too.

Steve grimaces, and Eddie immediately pushes back the urge to push for more information when he says, "It's...complicated. Let's not get into it right now."

"Okay," Eddie says, flashing Steve what he hopes is a reassuring smile when Steve glances at him. "When did you meet El, then?"

"Five years ago now, when I was fifteen. El's mother showed up, dropped her off with me, threatened me with death if she ever got hurt, and then left. El was, like, just eleven at the time, and our dad was no help. He just shrugged it off and gave me a bigger allowance to care for her."

"Was he not around?"

"No. He...travels. We haven't spoken to him in four years. He hasn't tried speaking to us, either. Despite me literally being Zeus's kid, he can't exactly show me off or anything. And El...well, he can't take her to any functions, either."

Eddie nods, pushing down the urge to ask why. But Steve said he doesn't want to talk about it, so Eddie instead asks, "And what about the rest?"

Steve hums, merging into another lane. "Well, El and I stayed in place for about a year. Then we saw some weird snake monster dragging Will around like a road snack. We saved him, but I almost died. It was my first fight, you know? But I lived, obviously, and El and I agreed to take Will back to his hometown. School was one break anyway, so we just did a road trip in my BMW. We ran into Dustin and Mike along the way. Dustin had made these, like, mechanical wings, and Mike was goading him on to give them a try. We got to the cliff right as Dustin jumped off."

"Wait," Eddie says, holding his hand up to pause Steve's story. "Are you telling me the kid just...decided to recreate Icarus?" he asks.

"Yeah, pretty much. He thought he could actually succeed since he's so much smarter," Steve explains, getting an amused grin as he thinks of it. "Anyway, didn't work, obviously. Dustin fell but managed to catch himself on the cliffside, Mike was yelling his head off but not actually doing anything, and El just took off running toward them. Which meant I had to run toward them, too. So, Will is trying to calm Mike down, El is practically dangling herself over the cliff, and Dustin is lamenting the loss of his wings."

"How'd you rescue him?"

"I just climbed down myself," Steve says, shrugging like it's no big deal. "I had him get on my back and climbed up, chewed both kids out for doing something so dangerous, and then asked if they needed a ride home, which is how I found out they'd run away and were just wandering."

"Half-bloods running away is pretty common," Eddie says, sinking down in his seat as he watches the trees rush by in the darkness. "A lot of us don't feel understood by our human families, or we don't want to endanger them when monsters track us down."

Steve nods, gripping the steering wheel a little harder. "Yeah, that's what Dustin and Mike said, too. I couldn't just leave them alone, so I invited them to come with us. Mike and Will get along really well, and Dustin is a little shit, and it's good for El to have friends her own age, so it all worked out."

"That still leaves out three whole kiddos," Eddie says.

"Well, Lucas and Erica we met in Will's hometown. Their dad and Will's mom had found each other and, like, bonded over having demigod kids. When we brought Will back, we met Lucas and Erica at this, like, barbeque thing to celebrate him being safe. And their parents ended up suggesting that we continue the road trip so the kids could be around others like them before school started again."

"Usually," Eddie says, fiddling with one of his rings, "parents go two ways. They either get really obsessed with keeping their kids safe to the point they're never let out of the house, or they completely ignore and reject the godly influence. But it sounds like their parents weren't doing either of those."

"Having each other helped. There was someone they could turn to when they felt doubt or just wanted to complain. When you're isolated, though, you just do whatever you think will keep you going, even if it might hurt the people you care about."

"You put that...really well."

"I've had a lotta time to think about it," Steve admits, frowning slightly before sighing and continuing with the story. "Anyway, we met Max and her brother a few towns over. It's...not a great story, actually. Her brother was a dick, like, massively horrible. He had a lot of problems and took way too much after his godly father in terms of anger. We ended up fighting because of how he treated Max and it didn't end great, but Max joined us and that's when I realized we needed a new car because the kids were piled on top of each other in the back. We got this conversion van in the next town with my dad's credit card, and we've been traveling ever since."

It's a lot to take in, and Eddie can tell there's a lot that Steve is leaving unsaid, but he doesn't call him out for it. "Okay, so, the whole not dying thing?" he asks.

Steve snorts. "Well, when you're chaperoning a gaggle of demigods, you get good at fighting off monsters. We've also had some...help along the way from a few goddesses, though."

Eddie perks up, looking at Steve like he's an alien. "You got help from goddesses? Which ones?"

"Sometimes, I'll pray to Hestia and she'll direct us to a motel with vacancies that'll be safe for the night. Or, uh, Demeter. I'll pray to her and fruit will grow on some trees or something. Hecate treated us to lunch once, said she found us amusing, and thanked me for the entertainment. Nike, Lucas, Max, and I have all played basketball together. I mean, she smoked us, no question, but she's part of the reason this van can run a few more miles without any gas. Hera helped once, sorta."

"Hera helped you? Hera? The goddess notoriously known for hating children of Zeus? That Hera?"

"Yeah, kinda surprised me, too. But, I mean, she's also the goddess of motherhood or something, right? And all she really ever wants is Zeus to be faithful. I don't think it's too much to ask, and I can't imagine the bullshit she goes through because of him. Anyway, we were getting attacked by this hydra, and I was really struggling to protect the kids. I mean, those heads were practically tearing me apart. And then she just, like, walks up and flicks her hand and the thing is gone. She told me to do better and then, like, disappeared. Not the weirdest thing that's happened, but it's up there."

And Eddie is starting to understand how they're not dead. It's just Steve. Like the prophecy was just Steve. Somehow, he's managed to get himself into the good graces of several goddesses and get their help. It's not entirely unheard of to get a god's favor, but having so many just be genuinely interested in you is unthinkable.

Eddie gets it, though. Steve fascinates him. He's like a magnet that Eddie doesn't want to fight. "So, uh, the kids," Eddie says, trying to keep his mind from lingering on Steve and just how incredible he is, "Who are their parents?"

"Lucas and Erica are kids of Aphrodite."

"Oh, does she like you, too?" Eddie asks.

Steve frowns, looking like he's just been reminded of something sour and gross. "No, we're not on good terms," he says, his voice a little frosty, and Eddie's mouth is suddenly dry.

"Good to know," he manages, his voice a little strained.

"Anyway, Dustin is a child of Athena. Max's mom is Nemesis. Will's dad is Morpheus, and Mike's dad is Plutus. Which has worked out well for us, actually. He keeps finding money on the street whenever we really need it."

"What about El?"

"El's mother...is complicated. We don't really talk about her," Steve says, his words soft and pleading, and Eddie immediately zips his mouth shut, winking conspiratorially at Steve when he glances over.

Then he unzips his mouth and says, "You know, you're pretty metal, Stevie."

Steve laughs, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth and glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure the kids are still sleeping. When he sees that they are, he relaxes a little. "I've never been called metal before," he says, glancing at Eddie.

"Well, that's a shame. I'll be sure to tell you whenever you're being particularly metal, big boy."

"Big boy?" Steve asks, amusement clear in his voice, and Eddie suddenly worries that Steve doesn't actually like the nickname but it trying to play it off.

Unfortunately, the problem is that Eddie has never been one to filter himself. So when Steve calls him out for the nickname and he panics, Eddie's knee-jerk reaction is to say, "Oh, would you prefer something else? How about pretty boy? Sweetheart? Gorgeous? Handsome?"

Even though it's dark out, Eddie can still see the blush that spreads across Steve's cheeks, the way his fingers tighten on the wheel until his knuckles turn white. He's getting flustered, and Eddie feels himself getting flustered, too, at the idea that it's because of him. He suddenly wants to see what else he can say or do to make that blush spread, and he wants to know just how far it spreads beneath the collar of Steve's shirt.

"Just, uh, whatever you prefer, I guess," Steve mumbles, keeping his eyes resolutely focused on the road and missing Eddie's surprised expression. He does, however, sneak a glance just in time to see the surprise morph into an unbridled grin.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Eddie says, leaning back in his seat and looking forward to spending the rest of this road trip discovering what makes his Stevie tick.

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part five charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (fluff) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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"What's been taking you so long?" You heard Charles whine as you stepped out of the washroom. "My eye hurts." You explained, moving over to him while rubbing your eyes.

"No- don't touch it." He pulled you to sit on his lap, praying your hand from your eye gently. "Let me see." He held your chin, leaning closer to take a look.

After a few good minutes of investigation, Charles was able to brush out the eyelash that made you uncomfortable. "No 'thank you' for the best husband in the world?" He chuckled, watching you lean on his chest and snuggle into him.

"My ego is too big for that." You joked laying your head on his shoulder. Charles shook his head, returning to the crossword puzzle he was doing.

"Thank you." You whispered as if you didn't want him to hear. You gave a soft kiss on his cheek before falling asleep in his arms.

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You kept a baseball cap on as you traveled through the airport. Your disguise was good enough now that your hair was in a common style. As for Charles, who decided not to hide, has been stopped multiple times for pictures and autographs.

You tried to avoid people for the most part, but you photo bombed the pictures from time to time. Charles would crack a laugh after feeling you come up from behind him and lean an elbow on his shoulder.

You couldn't help but giggle deeply to yourself upon watching Charles pull out a pair of glasses to read some papers and documents. "Never knew I was married to spectacles." You teased him.

"You didn't even know you were married." Charles replied amused with his eyebrows raised, holding out the box to show you where your own pair of rimless glasses waited. "Touché." You chest vibrated with giggles as you held his hand to continue your walk out of the port.

Instead, Charles wrapped his arm around your waist pressing a kiss to your temple. "We could see what's to love about that Tim Hortons guy before we go to the circuit." He offered.

You nodded quickly, walking faster and pulling him along. "Can you get me that coffee I liked?" He liked the way you smiled up at him. It felt like the old times.

You ran into a few more of your fans. Charles had to stand by, watching you closely while you took pictures or shared hugs. "Psst, Charles." He hummed, leaning down so you could whisper in his ear. "What does my autograph look like?"

He could help but laugh quietly, shrugging. "I'm going to have to make a new one on the spot, if you don't mind." You told a fan shyly who just urged you to go on.

You actually liked the signature. You took a photo so you could practice later. When you were finally able to get a cab, you went to the hotel where you dropped off your stuff before opening Google maps for the closest red Café.

"What do you think that is?" You pointed the distant green field aside. "Might be a golf course. You want to check it out later?" "Later." You nodded.

You held open the door when you did eventually get to Tim's. Charles wiggled his eyebrows as he entered first, choosing a table somewhere at the back.

You sat next to Charles, both of you snuggled into each other as you scrolled through tiktok. "Wait, do I have my own account?" You pressed on his icon to see his following. And yes, you did. The content you posted was more centered about your personal life outside of F1.

"Is that you?" You pressed on the video. You were secretly filming Charles and your brother while they tried to play “just dance”. You found yourself cracking up, closing the app and opening instagram instead.

Charles opened the discover tab, pulling out your .jpg account. Your jaw dropped at the husband centered account. "Am I your personal photographer? And what is this username?" You chuckled while scrolling through some of the pictures. "I like him. He's very cute don't you think?"

"Haha." Charles laughed pushing the phone away. You chuckled watching him get up to order your drinks.

You found a few pictures of your friends like Lando or Alex, Carlos and Max at times as well. But the account was mostly centered around you and Charles. You felt jealous. The two of you looked happy and close, like true soulmates.

You never thought about having such a life, nevertheless with Charles. "What are you thinking about?" You leaned your hand on your palm looking up at the brunette. "Can you tell me more about us?"

Charles smiled like a puppy, sitting back down and wrapping his arm around your waist. You listened intently as he shared a few stories from your adventures of living together.

"What about our wedding?" You held his hand as you sipped the chocolate latte, swinging your hand as you balanced on the sidewalk, walking back to the hotel. "Or wedding hmmm . . ." Charles pretended to think, raising an eyebrow in thought.

"You don't remember our wedding?" You gasped in offense, putting a hand on your heart. "I do, I do. You know I'm joking." You laughed with him as he pulled you in a side hug, kissing the top of your head.

"Our wedding was . . . Peaceful. Just us. It was quite a rash decision to get married, but the best one we've ever made. It was January in Tuscany 2019." You listened closely as you entered the hotel, making a B-line to the elevator.

"You wore a cute little white dress and we had a little cake just for us. It was the winter break so we could eat all we wanted and mess around as we liked."

Charles nuzzles his nose in your neck with a faint giggle, tickling you. He pressed the button to the lift. "We had a little dance just me and you, in the backyard." "I remember that." You murmured quietly.

"- ---- ---." He sang quietly, one hand on your back the other in your hand as you swayed together. His smile was wide as he twirled and spined you.

You could still vaguely feel your bare feet on the grass and his cold hands in yours. You don't remember the words to the song, but bits and pieces from the melody.

You hummed what you could salvage from your memory. Charles felt his back relax. And just like in the memory, he held your back and hand.

"It's our favorite song," he reminded you before beginning to sway with you. Just two idiots, dangerously in love, dancing in an elevator.

"I love you." He began to sing, clearing his voice once he heard you giggle at him. "For sentimental reasons. I've given you my my my my heart. Given you my heart because mmm love you. And you alone were meant for me. Please give your loving heart to me, and say we'll never part."

You giggled silently as he twirled you before pulling you close and leaning down for a passionate kiss.

"I think about you every-"

Ding!

You both froze looking at the elevator doors which opened slowly revealing an awkward Bottas who pursed his lips at the sight of you and Charles waltzing in a 8x8 elevator. No one moved a muscle for a few minutes until the doors closed.

You and Charles looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. He held your hand as he pulled you back to the hotel room. You hugged Charles' back as he unlocked the door.

You saw Gorge Russell pull his door open to see the source of noise, only to wave and flip you off. You could feel yourself fall over and wheeze on the floor as Charles pulled you in the room from your ankles ( the same way criminals drag around a dead body ).

Charles fell on the floor beside you, laughing with you.

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You walked out the kitchenette, listening to Lando scold Charles over the phone about how your laughter woke him up from across the hall.

"We're sorry, Lando." You sat beside your husband as Charles apologized for the millionth time.

"You guys were so loud! And I needed my sleep before today! How am I going to deal with all these annoying reporters?!" "How about you get over it and actually catch sleep before we have to go." You butted in before saying a quick bye and pressing the red button.

"You are free of Landito." You patted Charles lap before laying your head on. He brushed your hair gently, smiling down at you. "I wanna shower." You got up walking to the washroom, pulling your shirt off.

"Join me?" His smile widened as he followed you, hopping out of his pants and pulling off his shirt, eventually pinning you on the shower wall.

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"How are we feeling for Sunday?" "Absolutely Exhausted." You chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "Charles dragged me through an hour of hair care routine, I'm not letting him touch my hair again."

"But it's fluffy and shiny." Charles from across the couch leaned forward to look at you. "I could've taken a nap in that amount of time." You countered. "If you did take a nap, you'd be all tired and lazy. Plus we needed to shower that long flight off."

"I could've had a short shower in the motorhome." You went back and forth with the audience of reporters laughing amused and entertained.

"I'm not losing this round." You chuckled getting up and sitting on Charles lap instead. Lando who had been sitting beside him looked unamused and traumatized.

The press conference continued with you holding the mic for Charles because he had his arms wrapped around your stomach. "Two questions to Y/N. How comfortable is your seat and how do you-" the room broke out in laughter upon hearing the question.

"My seat is very fluffy and comfortable." You answered wiggling around Charles' lap happily. "You'd think it'll all be hard muscle but it's really fluffy and soft."

"Way to make a man feel single, Y/N." Lando tsked, making you stick your tongue out at him.

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You sat in your car, snuggling into the seat you've come to love for about thirty minutes now. "This always feels so heavenly." You hummed in satisfaction, watching Charles talk with a few engineers and mechanics before he came over.

"You ready for the media pen?" You held your hands upwards, gesturing for him to carry you. Charles chuckled, reaching down and lifting you up. God dang he was strong, holding you up from your thighs and walking around with you.

"You're so cute." You whispered in his ear. "Too cute. I wanna squeeze you." You and him shared a quiet laugh. You listened to him chat with his PR on the walk, laying your shoulder on his head bored.

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liked by pieregasly charles_leclerc and 89M others ylerc i think he was trying to impress me . . . should i be impressed?

landonorris no, he was very bad. dont be impressed. ↳ charles_leclerc im pretty sure hes talking about himself.

user THE JPG IS BACK THE QUEEN IS SERVING DINNER

user what do we do? we get down on our knees and say thank you y/n ↳ user thank you y/n 🧎‍♀️ ↳ user thank you your majesty 🧎‍♀️ ↳ user all hail the queen 🧎‍♀️ ↳ user long live the mother🧎‍♀️ ↳ user thank you y/n 🧎‍♀️ ↳ user thank you, goddess 🧎‍♀️ ↳ ylerc.jpg your welcome 👍 ↳ user WAIT SHE ACTUALLY REPLIED?

charles_leclerc i'd call myself impressive ↳ ylerc.jpg impressive when it comes to burning our dinner, thank you charles. i love eating black pasta. ↳ charles_leclerc like you could do any better ↳ carlossainz55 she can. ↳ ylerc.jpg thank you, carlos. I'll let you pass on turn 4. ↳ alex_albon dibs on passing in turn 6 ↳ landonorris WHAT ABOUT ME?! Y/N!! ↳ ylerc.jpg nah, you didn't let me join in, so . . . i'll be lapping you on turn 7? 11? ↳ landonorris NO FAIR!

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[xxsugarbones]

-as a kite 🪁

-just 🍃smoking🍃 with your fave character

cw- implied afab!reader but no terms used, heavily implied plus size reader, dr*g usage (weed), brief mention of oral (reader rec.), brief mention of p in v, shotgunning at the end

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|| an - hello!! this is my first post so pls be nice because i am terrified of posting this lmfao. very clearly inspired by the fact that i am currently high as a kite and these are just my cheeky little delulu ramblings 😭 This is obviously very self indulgent because all i can every think about doing while high is these kinds of scenarios 😮‍💨

pls enjoy!!

Lately I’ve been thinking about smoking with my faves- or even just getting high with them in general. Whether it be edibles, smoking joints, or smoking cones.

But to be very specific, instead of having edibles or smoking a joint, you two are sharing a bong. Short, but slender, the perfect little “pocket rocket” as you liked to call it. Perfect for travelling, and for moments like these, so he doesn’t burn himself too easily.

He’s got you straddling his lap, one of your hands holding the bong up to your lips and the other resting just atop his wrist, holding him still. One of his own hands held the lighter to the cone piece, allowing you to take the deep inhale, while the other made sure to keep your loose hair pushed back with two fingers, almost cupping your face in the process. He could feel the heat from the lighter on the thin skin of his wrist, but he paid no mind to it, instead watching the way the thick white smoke filled the chamber. You almost finished the entirety of the pull but had to pull back just towards the end, eyes closed and head quickly throwing back. Thick, rolling ‘o’ shaped puffs of smoke were blown from your mouth, and he watched them rise up, rolling for a good few seconds before they slowly dispersed.

“Ooh, nice ones, baby. Think they’re the best ones you’ve done so far.” He praised, moving the hand from your hair down your neck, running it gently along your torso and hip, until letting it come to rest on your thigh to keep you steady. Which turned out to be a good move, because a few seconds later you moved the hand from his wrist, tucking your mouth into your elbow and coughing. He chuckled, shaking his head and taking the bong from you, setting it to the side and raising his hand to carefully help rub over your chest to try and soothe the burning feeling with his warm palm. The coughing fit lasts for a few seconds, before you can finally relax, letting out a shaky sigh. You opened your eyes, little tears from how rough the fit was wetting the corner of your bloodshot eyes, and a sheepish little smile pulling your lips upwards. He laughed and just how high you actually looked.

“Oh honey.” He cooed, reaching for the little bottle of water he’d kept by his side just in case. He slipped it into your hands, and you thanked him sweetly, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. He watched your throat bob ever so slightly as you swallowed the water, and he hummed out a lazy “no worries” in response. He watched you fully relax again, screwing the cap back on and setting it back down and your sides.

“Y’feelin’ better now?” He cooed, his hand sliding down the centre of your chest, making your cheeks flush at the intimate touch, and smoothing it down your stomach, your muscles twitching a little at the almost ghostly touches. You weren’t ticklish, but that particular spot, just above your pubic bone, the soft pudge of your stomach was sensitive to his touch. He enjoyed the feeling of the flesh subtly twitch under the palm of his hand, and it always made your breath shudder at the same time.

“Y-Yeah. I’m good.” You breathed, just watching his eyes take in your slightly dopey expression. He chuckled, carefully grabbing your jaw and pulling your face forward towards his own. You angled yourself down so he could connect your lips in a sweet kiss. You cooed against his lips, your hands gently cupping the sides of his neck to keep him close to you. A few soft kisses ended up turning into a slow make out session, your arms thrown around his neck, a hand carefully tangled into the roots of his hair at the back of his neck, nails scratching nicely along his scalp, while his hands rest on your ass, squeezing and very occasionally smacking the thinly covered flesh over your little pyjama shorts. His tongue lapped slowly at yours before carefully pulling it into his own mouth, giving it a little suckle that made you whimper against his lips. He returned it with a chuckle, letting your tongue go after one last gentle lick of his own against the tip, and you pulled back for air, panting. He reached up, using the palm of his hand to carefully swipe away some combined spit that had dribbled from the corner of your mouth. He looked cocky- he always looked cocky when you were like this, flustered and needy, just for him. It meant he could play with you just how he liked, and hell, you were not complaining. Sometimes he would lay you on your back, head between your thighs and licking and sucking you like you were the sweetest treat on earth, your sensitive body writhing under his ministrations while he had his fill. Or he’d have you on your hands and knees, face pushed into the pillows and your back arched, kneeling behind you and fucking you absolutely dumb until you had forgotten your own name, and could only recite his like a mantra. And you loved every single second of it.

But as you whined when he didn’t move for a moment, he simply reached over for the bong, plucking it back up once again and carefully tucking it into your hand again, and snatching up the lighter off the couch cushion. He smirked at your slightly surprised expression.

“Aren’t you gonna have any, baby?” You questioned softly. He hushed you, watching you slot your lips into the glass, and sparked the lighter up again, watching you once again inhale, the smoke rising quickly into your mouth, and into your lungs.

“‘s fine, I’ll have some after you finish yours, pretty. Just thought you could use a top-up.” He taunted, eyes half lidded and seductive. You pulled the remainder of the cone with relative ease, pulling back from the bong and once again leaning down, holding the smoke in your mouth, until you were close enough to softly blow it onto his face. He wanted to tease, so could you. He let out a sound between a sneer and a purr, quickly nearing his lips to yours as he inhaled the smoke you blew into his face.

“Little minx.” He growled, smacking your ass again, making you jump, then giggle, blowing him a kiss.

Yeah. 😩

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birthday surprise ₊˚.

pairing : taehyun x reader genre : flufffff w a cute wrapping of crack <3 cw/tw : ty panics a lil bit + beomgyu is made to do labour /j + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 783 w (wrote this in one sitting a day before my bio prac hehe) notes : HO LEE SHIT i'm having exams still but ugh how could i not write a lil soemthing for tyun my lil boba eyed bee eff's birfhday 😍🫶 (posting this as soon as it's 00.00 on 5th by my timezone)

when you act super distant with taehyun around a week before his birthday, he’s confused. about your behavior, of course but also his own. he's not like this, he's the rational one, the one with the braincell so why is he overthinking this so much? you're probably just planning something for his special day, he knows that but.. he can't help but feel paranoid.. what if he’s just being conceited in thinking so? what if something's seriously wrong??

then just 3 days before the awaited day you call him up sounding all worried - saying there's an emergency and you have to leave asap and he's left reeling with shock. what do you mean an emergency?? is there a problem at work or at your uni? or worse, did something happen to someone in your family-? he can’t focus at all, practice, meetings with the manager, even his sleep is completely consumed by thoughts of you (though that’s.. not really new~)

and then it's finally the eve of the much, much awaited day. he really wasn't expecting anything, opting instead for an early night. his members were seemingly busy with a "project", which was highly suspicious and should’ve immediately raised alarm, is what he would say if you asked him later and you know, he would've caught onto it right then but busy schedules added to the constant worry about all the upcoming events and ofc you had dulled his senses considerably

but at 11.51 sharp, as if on cue, he hears his shrill ringtone from where it is kept next to his bed. it's beomgyu.

“taehyun, dude”, he says, “there's um,.. an issue. uh, yeah no it's a huge problem. we need everyone in the practice room like right now.” by now of course, taehyun did feel pretty sure of the fact that his members had something planned.. i mean “an issue at the practice room”? c'mon that was a classic, he'd literally used that same line on yeonjun's birthday last year. he’s about to let beomgyu know of this but then he hears their manager in the background.. shit okay, maybe there's actually something wrong? briefly affirming that he’ll be there, he haphazardly dresses and makes his way to the practice room...

...only to find the room dark, as he opens the door and walks in, extremely wary of his surroundings. making his way to the light switches he soon discovers emptiness. the room was completely empty. what the fuck.

he honestly felt so dazed, he couldn't help but just sit himself on the couch, somewhere between wondering if this was a dream and if not wondering why his members chose to inflict such weird pranks (?) upon him. he remains there for a good 45 ish minutes before he hears the unmistakable sound of footsteps and people, whispering in a way that was not quiet at all.

"shit why're the lights already on??" "oh yeah i called taehyun and told him to come down!!" "what. beomgyu we haven't set up anything. the cake is literally in my hands right now. you're literally holding the decorations??" "oh. huh." "gyu holy shit how could you not know????" "I SWEAR TO GOD." "guys shut up we can still salvage this if we just-"

and taehyun finds himself face to face with a shocked huening kai, an extremely guilty-looking beomgyu, you with so much disappointment adorning your face that one would think this was your surprise party being ruined and rather furious looking soobin and yeonjun.

i'm sure you can picture how the rest of the "surprise" party went. taehyun making some colorful, weirdly specific yet affectionate threats to everyone, you especially - having him worrying over nothing for a whole week, how could you?! he discovers that their manager had been persuaded by all of you to record a little audio clip you could play over call, just to make taehyun a little extra worried and a little less suspicious. well. at least, that definitely worked out huh?

but later when he has his arm around you as you cut the cake into delicate slices and beomgyu attempts to decorate the whole room single handedly, as was chosen to be his punishment, with the rest of his members, offering birthday wishes, sharing past anecdotes of various such mishaps (and it is undoubtable that there were a lot), laughing and playing about, he can't help but think maybe he prefers this more than he would a "perfect" surprise.

next year though, as he tells each of you multiple times, he'd rather it not be a surprise at all. with a smile that quite clearly said that it was very much not up for debate.

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[wosowrites]

Cool Heart, Hot Headed(Lionesses x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️blood, trash talking⚠️

a/n: also, writing this as chelsea are in the FA cup final… LETS FUCKING GO!!! BLUES UNITE. based off this request here (this seriously flopped)

prompt: during the euros, the swedes are playing incredibly dirty and as the reader tries to brush it off, her teammates are very angry and protective of her

Patience. It was definitely your best quality. Yes, you felt anger and disappointment, as well as rage and pain. But you were always patient.

It did come to a shock to your english teammates when Sweden suddenly had it out for you. But it didn’t surprise them that you were as calm as ever.

The Euros semi final had everyone on edge. This was the moment. This was the chance to bring it home. The lionesses needed this. They needed a major trophy for England. The men sure as well weren’t bringing it anywhere near the airport, let alone home.

So it was your chance to make your country, your people proud.

You walked onto that field behind Mary and Leah, sang your national anthem loudly and proudly.

"You look pale," Leah whispered in your ear. "All good cap. Just kinda scared of Björn. She’s giving me looks that make it seem like she wants to kill me," you said, locking eyes with the Swede, smiling lightly and receiving a scowl in return. "Don’t worry about them. They’re all look no game. Don’t tell Magda I said that," Millie said, having overheard.

You nodded and then took the team picture. The girls huddled up, did a cheer and then you took your position as the CAM.

Right off the bat, the game was nail biting. Any english fans watching at home, or in the stadium, surely felt as though something was going to happen. The swedes were coming in strong. But they weren’t attacking anyone as violently, as hard, and with as much resilience and they did to you.

The first hit you took was in the eighth minute. Fridolina Rolfö came out of nowhere. You were scanning your options from the midfield, no one around you. You were taking small touches to move forward, and then out of nowhere you heard "Man on!" and then felt a strong force hit you from behind. You went flying forwards, falling oto the floor with a loud thump. You groaned loudly, rolling onto your back as you heard the referee blow her whistle.

In your mind, that was a yellow, but Rolfö got let off with a warning. Lucy helped you up, brushing grass off your back as you tried to get dirt of your white kit.

Only two minutes later, you were the victim of another attack. This time by Jakobsson. As you turned with the ball and carried it down the middle, you felt your jersey getting tugged from behind, you tried to keep running but the pull made you stumble and fall awkwardly on your shoulder. Sofias momentum was still going, and she tripped over you, leaving a deep clear mark on your thigh.

You could hear scrambled voices of your teammates yelling at the referee who somehow decided the ball was to be given to Sweden. Fran helped you up gently, and you could see Millie trying to calm down Sarina as she was all worked up.

"What did you do to them? they’re going at you hard!" Fran joked. "I don’t know. But it’s okay. It’s fine," you answered calmly, walking towards Elle and Leah who were having a pretty angry talk with the ref.

"Girls! It’s okay. It’s fine. Let’s keep going," you said.

Swedens free kick resulted in nothing, and then you kept moving.

In the thirtieth minute, you were awarded a corner. You took your spot in the box, at the back post, and prepared yourself. The second the ball came in, you tried to jump up, but you felt a hand pushing you. Quicker than you knew it, you had fallen into the net pretty aggressively, your body crashing against the netting.

Zecira Musovic had caught the ball, and looked at you strangely as you struggled to get your cleats undone from the net. "She fucking pushed her! Yes you fucking did. Yes you did," Keira yelled, addressing the ref and then Hannah Glas.

"Keira!" you whispered harshly in her ear, making her turn to look at you and put her arms on your forearms. Most of your team was surrounding you now. "I am okay. Can we play this game please. Let’s go girls," you said sternly. "Y/n… this is getting unsafe," Leah said, concern in her voice. "I don’t care."

For once, you got away with the last word, walking off from the girls as they shared looks of worry.

At the end of the first half, your kit was a mess. There were more brown and green patches than white ones. Your face was dirty and your England kit was absolutely grimey. As you lifted the corner of your shirt, one of the only clean parts, to wipe off dirt from your cheek, you realized how scratched and bruise your stomach was.

You were quick to drop your shirt, hoping no teammates or cameras had picked up on your state.

The second you exited the pitch, Sarina had her arm around you. "You’re a fighter. You know that? I don’t know how you’re not loosing your shit out there," your coach said to you, squeezing your shoulder. "Loosing my shit won’t help anyone. It won’t help us win," you said simply. "That mentality, that’s gonna get us that cup. You hear me?" She said, keeping a hold of you as you both walked into the changing room. The second you walked in, the girls were all talking over each other with worry.

"I’ll kill them!"

"Are you okay?"

"How are you not screaming right now?"

"I don’t know how you’re so patient."

"Are you bruised? Cut? Bloody?"

"I am fine! But I won’t be fine if we don’t win this. So let’s win it," you said, sitting down next to Mary who gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

Sarina went over what we were doing well, and what we weren’t, as you changed your kit into a clean one. You threw the dirty one away and then put your cleats back on as you had chosen to change socks too.

The girls and Sarina left the changing room, leaving you and Leah behind. She had given you a look that said "stay back."

"Listen to me, y/n/n. If you feel unsafe on that field for a second. You tell me, and Sarina will sub you off. Your safety is more important than a trophy. And this team is full of brilliant players, you’re irreplaceable… but what i’m saying is your spot can be… filled in if needed," your captain said. "Leah… we both know how bad you want that trophy," you said to her as you walked out of the room. "Yeah. I do. But I don’t want it enough to sacrifice you for it," Leah said.

"I won’t die, Lee. Let’s play," you said.

You jogged onto the field with her, the stadium erupting at the sight of their skipper and co-skipper.

Sweden seemed to have slowed down a little, on their attack on you, that is. The game was still very much packed with action. They left you along for a solid 30 minutes, which you were immensely grateful for.

But with the 75 minute, came what felt like the 75th foul on you.

Everyone lost their shit.

All, but you.

Everything about Asllani’s tackle was dirty. They way she didn’t even touch the ball. The way foot was way off the ground and her studs were pointed upwards. The way that went she connected with you, and you fell sideways with a scream, she made no attempt to stop her slide, choosing instead to let her studs graze all the way up the side of your leg.

Magda Ericsson had been the only sane Swede on the pitch, rushing toward her midfielder and grabbing her under the arms to pull her off you. She told her off in swedish before trying to check on you. But your team was having nothing of it. Millie gently told the swedish captain, and her club teammate, to back off so she didn’t get yelled at by the lionesses

Your eyes were teary due to the pain of it all. Your leg lay bloody on the turf, the crimson mess of it all starting to trickle down the sides of your thighs. You couldn’t really register the whole thing, but you could see the referee pointing at Asllani and giving her a yellow. But you also saw Leah get one, and Lucy, and then Keira. What were they saying to get them into that mess? "Tell them to stop before we have to play with a man down," you let out to Georgia who was kneeling beside you.

The medics were quick to soak up the blood, revealing a series of cuts made by the studs, but nothing too too serious. "I can keep playing, right?" you asked the medics. "No!" Leah said at the same time as all the other girls let out scattered cries of "no way" and "nuh uh".

"Guys. It’s a cut. It’s fine. I’m sure it was an acc-" you started saying. "No! No it was not an accident. You are too patient at this point, y/n. You need to protect yourself. But if you won’t, I will. You’re going off," Leah said with a sternness you hadn’t seen before.

You held eye contact with her for a while, the air tense. "No. Thirty pounds. Thirty pounds says i’ll score. Don’t take me off, don’t let Sarina sit me on the bench when I can make a difference for this team," you said, standing up, so determined to prove you could stay on the acknowledge the pain you should have been in.

"Fine. Thirty pounds," Leah said.

And then you were playing again, your leg bandaged up, your body in pain, and your mind set. You were everywhere on the pitch. Defending, attacking, demanding a goal. Everyone was shocked, shocked to see you so agressive after being pushed around so much. It just went to show that all your pain and annoyance was fueled into football.

Twenty minutes later, in 90+5, Leah because thirty pounds poorer.

A corner taken by Leah had gotten cleared away by a header, and came straight to you in your position from the outside of the box.

You didn’t think twice. You waited till the ball was perfectly low, and then hit it on the volley. The power on the shot made the ball spin, and it went straight into the goal, hitting the roof of the net.

You screamed loudly, running towards the corner flag, your team chasing after you, and jumping into Ellen’s arms. "LETS FUCKING GO. LETS FUCKING GO!" you screamed at full force.

Ellen let you down and your teammates took turn grabbing your face and kissing your forehead in excitement. The subs were all celebrating around you, and as you ran back to your position, you pumped your first in the air, making the fans screams double somehow.

When the final whistle blew, you cried. Partly of joy, but mostly of pure agony.

Your teammates helped you off the floor, basically carrying you around the field in their arms, making you laugh. But the second you were inside, you let out a shaky cry. Of relief, yes, but of pain. "It’ll be okay. You were amazing, and you’ll be all fixed for Wembley," Leah said, handing you thirty pounds and winking.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #leah williamson #chelsea fcw #arsenal fcw #lionesses #euro 2022 #engwnt #swewnt

[moonshynecybin]

In the teenage mom Marc au, how hard does Vale need to stay still and breathe through his nose when the first time known baby magnet dovi enters the picture. The babysitter list as you said suddenly includes dovi. Vale post breakup so used to seeing the baby with Julia/roser/alex or santi only, nearly has an aneurysm when it's Dovi chucking a squealing toddler into the air. She still lights up for Vale but she also lights up for Dovi. Does not consider that Marc sitting off to the side laughing along clicking pictures might be the other half of the reason for the heartburn.

It's a different kind of hurt to when Vale saw Jorge play around with the kid (she was firmly being held by Dani because Jorge is not on the list) and gets a reality check of the baby is going to grow up know more people love more people, people that are not Vale, one day she might not even recognise vale in the crowd

Oooh is Uccio specifically told not to stop the child from heading over to Vale or is there an incident where she is turned away which NOW marc is truly done with Vale

LOVE this question. because a few days ago i was answering asks about their handshake heard round the world at argentina 2019 and i was like ummm why would vale do that and then immediately reverse course. for why. for what. and THEN i saw dovi also on the podium and i was like lmaooooo okay. jealous.

not just in an rpf way (although. please.) it’s like. vale is a person who is very aware of how a rivalry can get mythologized into a rider’s mythos. he himself is very CAREFUL and DELIBERATE about who he names as his rivals and how he manages perceptions surrounding them (he’s on good terms with them! keeps their helmets in his museum etc) and he’s kept marc pretty deliberately out of this narrative as an evil little punishment for marc’s whole deal.

BUT ! lmao. if we look at marc’s major rivals on track, there’s two major entries: vale and dovi. later fabio but post injury is a dif ballgame. and dovi is frankly better at fighting marc than vale is! so i think he sees the narrative of marc’s star getting tied to dovi and chafes a little (he is MYYYY FATED RIVAL. i am the only one who can actually challenge him as he is the best and i am the best. type shit) and then he decides wellllll what if i make this weekend about MEEE and himmmm and shakes marc’s goddamn hand lmao.

so. to actually answer your ask. if he sees marc like. having a NONtoxic homoerotic rivalry with someone he’s gonna chafe. if he sees that IN ADDITION to dovi being on the baby marquez’s (she’s. 6 in 2017 and he STILL somewhat psychotically considers her basically his own. #deadbeatstepdad) babysitter list he’s gonna lose it lmao. MAJOR kick in the pants. like marc literally hands her off to dovi in parc ferme like it’s nothing and vale’s smile FREEZES. double take. chest seizes. thank god he has sunglasses on. because usually she’s pulling over to himmmm (but she LIKES DOVI. and marc had been racing DOVI those last few turns. not vale…) and she’s NOTTTTT. dovi cracks a sleepy little deadpan joke and marc full body laughs and her little kid hands are tugging at dovi’s cap and for the SECOND TIME IN HIS LIFE vale sees this kid and is like haha. i’m in dangerrrrr. motogp instagram posts a cute pic of baby marquez with dovi on instagram (usually it is VALE or MARC in those!!! fuck !!) captioned like “looks like someone has a new babysitter!” and vale genuinely has to have a white knuckle moment staring into the mirror. goes to bother honda hospitality in incognito mode the next day because truly. that is his DAUGHTERRRRR. cold anxiety swimming around in his stomach nonchalant smile plastered on realizing that like. if he wants an actual place in her life he’s gonna have to ask 4 it. she sees him and. LIGHTS up. marc gives him a tense affectionate smile… still wary…. he still ALWAYS lets him see her though…

and that’s ALSO how vale cottons on to the marc of it all. because he’s turning it over in his mind like he’s trying to crack the zodiac killer case and eventually there’s no running from it and he’s like. um. i think the driving force of this is that i want to have a family with marc. and i love that little girl. and i miss him. and then. well he has to convince marc that he’s gonna stick around.

#everyone in the paddock being like marc is annoying. LOVE his baby tho. is so funny lmao. #uncle daniiiii #the dovi jealousy is so interesting because at no point will he ever admit to it. crucially. #motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez

[pupsclawz]

Gone

Part II

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Warnings: Drug abuse/overdose, (attempted) suicide, dark themes.

Word count: 743 words

Summary: You were having a breakdown when you decided you finally had enough. (You didn't die in this one... Or did you?)

a/n: I know I said I wasn't gonna post but I just had a burst of inspiration. This one is a bit dark so. Warnings are above. Also, Jenna isn't in this ch just yet but it will be a JennaxR fic. I also tried to make this realistic as possible (Im sure I failed). Anyways no beta, I hope ya'll enjoy! Edited: Basically the old a/n said that this Jennas name wasnt mentioned in this chapter. My brain decided that it wasn't Jenna in this ch but someone else. Uhhh sorry for that but yeah!

You sat at the edge of your bed smiling as silent tears streaked down your face. These past few weeks had been hectic and overwhelming, and every single suppressed thing came crashing down on you. 

“You aren’t good enough.”

“You’re a fucking failure.”

“You can’t even do shit right.”

“No one cares about you.”

“See? If they did care, they’d be here. Where are they?”

“You don’t even know what to do with your pathetic self”

“Fucking coward! Just tell someone,”

“If they knew, they wouldn't believe you. Look at how many times you’ve told them something only to be brushed off,” 

Your body shook as you were racked with sobs, more tears streaming down your face. You couldn’t help but believe the voices. 

With shaky hands, you reached forward, grabbing a bottle of pills on the nightstand. You read the label and warnings on the bottle. 

“They’re not gonna miss you when you’re gone,”

“You’ve done nothing for them so, they’ll probably be glad that you’re gone,”

“It’s not like you mattered anyways. Your grades were always low, you’re the lazy one, you can’t even follow simple instructions!”

“Now look at you! Jobless laying around all day like you own the fuckin world!”

“You’re worthless! Ya fuckin disappointment!”

With trembling hands, you slowly grasped the cap of the bottle as you pressed down and slowly unscrewed it. You looked down at the pills bouncing around as you gently shook it, ruminating on what you should do next.

“You’re a disappointment”

A disappointment. That was all you were. Ever since you were a child, everyone’s expectations about you, including your own, was always high. While you did fine for most of your childhood years, these recent ones only got worse. You seemed to fail on anything that you do. Every fucking thing that you were told to do just wasn’t good enough. 

“You’re worthless!”

Your hands trembled more and more as the voice kept echoing in your mind. The sound of the pills reaching your ears was barely enough to keep you grounded. Being told that you were worthless while seemingly trying harder than most was infuriating. You tried so hard to do everything in your power to be enough for them and yet they still didn’t appreciate you or your efforts. 

With the final thought, you looked back down at the bottle before downing every single pill left inside. You swallowed what you could while spitting out the rest as air became a necessity. You fell forwards onto the floor in a coughing fit trying to get some air.

You sat on the floor with your back against a wall as you waited for the silent and peaceful bliss to arrive. 

It was about 25 minutes later when you started to feel the effects of the drug. You felt as if the whole world was spinning (Technically it is) and your stomach felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. A few moments later, you began to feel drowsy despite the pain. You curled up into a fetal position, letting yourself drift off; Awake but not fully.

You were startled out of your trance as your phone began to ring. You blearily looked up before clumsily scrambling to get it. After a few minutes of trying you finally had the ringing phone in your hands. You read the name before you answered the phone, not registering who was calling.

“Hey y/n!” A feminine voice sounded through the phone.

You just groaned in response, feeling worse than before.

“Hey, you okay?” The girl asked in a worried tone.

You were about to speak when you audibly threw up, vomit spraying all over the place. You clutched your still aching stomach as you coughed, trying to rid your throat of vomit. 

“Y/n! Are you okay? I’m gonna call the ambulance, try to stay awake!” The girl yelled through the phone, her voice clearly panicked.

You let out a loud groan as you let your body go limp, waiting for the suffering to end and the relief to begin. 

It was a couple of minutes later when the ambulance arrived. By that time, you were laying on the vomit covered floor unresponsive with a hand clutching your stomach. The EMTs quickly got you onto a backboard as they moved you toward the ambulance. The flashing lights of the ambulance was the last thing you saw before you completely lost all consciousness...

#fanfiction #fanfic #jenna ortega #drugs cw #drug abuse #cw drugs #jenna x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna x y/n #jenna ortega x you #angst #dark theme #dont like dont read #sorry

[babydollmarauders]

MIDNIGHT RAIN — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which Quinn asked y/n to marry him when they graduated high school but she breaks the news that she got signed to a record label and is moving to California. 5 years later, they meet again and rekindle their romance.

notes: taylor swift does not exist in this universe… you’ll understand why. also, i think i genuinely very much dislike this one, but that may also just be me being hypercritical of my own writing. not proofread.

**PAST**

“congratulations graduating class of 2017. you did it!”

i grin, standing and joining the rest of my class and tossing my cap in the air. i’m finally free.

family and friends pile onto the football field that held our graduation and i scan the crowds of newly graduated students, looking for my boyfriend. i finally spot him over with his family, whispering with his brothers. i walk over with a wide smile on my face, and watch as his brother, Luke, nudges him, pointing my way. Quinn looks over and smiles back.

“we did it, Quinny!” i cheer when i arrive at his side. he pulls me in by the waist, dipping me into a kiss.

“we did it, pretty girl.” he whispers when we pull away.

“i have amazing news, bubs!” i can’t wait any longer, i’ve kept my secret for the past two months, not wanting to jinx it. but now that my contract is signed and i’m officially moving next month, it’s finally time that i can share the news; i signed a recording contract. Quinn has always been supportive of my dreams, and when i started posting my songs online, he was the one who predicted that i would get signed to a record label. so i know he’ll be excited when he finds out he was right.

“i can’t wait to hear it, babe. but, i have a question first.” Quinn looks towards his family. his brothers bounce on their feet and his parents are talking with mine, but both sets of parents have their eyes on us. when i see them go quiet and smile, my brows furrow in confusion and i tilt my head. but when i look back at Quinn, i understand why.

my boyfriend of three years, since the summer before sophomore year, is bent down on one knee. my eyes grow wide and i watch as he reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a ring box.

“y/n, these last three years have been the best years of my life. you make me feel like the happiest man in the world when i’m with you.” i tear up. “you’ve been my biggest supporter since the day we met, and i’m so grateful that i get to call you mine. but now, i’d love it if i could call you my wife. will you marry me?”

tears roll down my cheeks and i’m at a loss for words. i can’t say yes. i want to say yes. i want to say yes, so badly. but i’m moving to California next month, and he’ll be staying in Michigan to go play hockey for University of Michigan.

“Quinn. i- i can’t.” his face drops and my heart feels like it’s been shattered into a million little pieces. “i got signed to a record label. i leave for L.A. next month.”

Quinn stands, nodding his head in embarrassment.

“yeah, no, yeah i probably should’ve let you tell me your news first.” he frowns.

“i’m so sorry, Quinny. i- i don’t know what to say. i would say yes, you know if the circumstances were different, i would say yes.” tears still blur my vision, but i can still see him nod.

“yeah, i know.”

**PRESENT**

Quinn and i tried to make it work after that, but our dynamic was off. and i know i bruised his ego a bit too hard for us to make it through. by the time i left for Los Angeles, we were broken up.

now it’s been five years since we broke up, and i still can’t help but think back on our relationship. sure, i’ve gone on dates and had one short-term boyfriend in the past few years, but no one has measured up to Quinn. he was my soulmate and the one who got away. lately, it seems like all i can do is write songs about him and our relationship, and my fans have definitely taken a notice. even now, i’m in my studio, recording a new song and it’s about him.

“he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain. he wanted a bride, i was making my own name. chasing that fame. he stayed the same. all of me changed like midnight.”

i finish off the intro and i can hear my producers voice through the speaker in the recording booth.

“that was great, y/n. i think that was the last take that we needed for that one. let’s move onto the first verse.” she says. i nod and hear the beat pick up again.

“my town was a wasteland. full of cages, full of fences. pageant queens and big pretenders. but for some, it was paradise. my boy was a montage. a slow-motion, love potion. jumping off things in the ocean. i broke his heart ‘cause he was nice. he was sunshine, i was midnight rain.”

tears gather in my eyes, pushing to fall, and i attempt to blink them away, but all the blinking does is make them spill over, rolling down my cheeks. the door to the recording booth opens and my producer, Ashley, steps through.

“hey, are you okay?” she asks sweetly, rubbing a hand on my back as i wipe away my tears.

“yeah, it’s just still really hard.” i let out a weak laugh at how pathetic i am. crying over a guy i dated five years ago. “god, i’m so stupid.”

“you’re not stupid, y/n. you made the decision that you thought was best for you at the time. looking back, would you have made the same decision?” in addition to being my producer, Ashley is also my best friend. we’ve actually been friends since eighth grade, and when she graduated college a year ago with her bachelor’s degree in music production, i hired her.

“i- i don’t know. i mean, i love where i ended up, career wise. but i miss him so much, Ash.” i reply. my tears have started to ease, but now i’m stuffed up from crying and can’t record at the moment, so i hang up my headphones on the microphone.

“then, maybe you’re a little stupid.” she jokes. i shake my head, letting out another weak laugh.

“i know what will cheer you up.” she sing-songs. “i have tickets to the Ducks game tonight. let’s go cheer for some hot hockey guys. maybe we’ll even get to embarrass Trevor.”

i smile and nod in agreement. Trevor is another close friend of mine. he’s actually the best friend of Quinn’s brother, Jack. i never met him when he lived in Michigan for USNTDP, but the hockey world is small, so i was only a little surprised when i met him last year at an Anaheim Ducks event and found out he knew the Hughes family.

“okay. let’s go embarrass Trevor.” i tell Ashley. she cheers and we leave the studio, heading back to our apartment to get ready.

**

Ashley and i arrived to the Honda Center about fifteen minutes before warmups started, finding our glass seats and settling in. when the Ducks skate onto the ice and we see Trevor, we jump up and cheer.

“WOOO! GO TREVY!” i scream as he hits the puck in the net for a practice shot, catching his attention. he looks over and laughs, skating over to the glass and banging in front of my face. i laugh and joke- “fancy seeing you here!”

“you guys can try and embarrass me all you want. i’m a shameless man. i’m fueled on your shouts and cheers.” he says, a wide grin on his face.

“who you chirping at tonight?” i ask. Ashley never actually told me who they’re playing against. it’s at that moment that the opposing team skates onto the ice, and i’m frozen in place when i see the Canucks.

“your ex.” Trevor wags his eyebrows before skating off to finish his warmups.

“what the hell, Ashley?” i’m angry, you can tell as much by my voice, and i know she knows why.

“it’s just watching a game, y/n/n. you still love him, it’s not like you don’t watch his games on tv.” she replies, shrugging her shoulders.

“that’s different. he can’t tell i’m watching through the tv. what if he sees me?” i spot him on the ice, talking to one of his team members, and immediately turn to face Ashley, hoping he won’t recognize me. i don’t want him to think i’m pathetic and still in love with him. it’s the truth, but it’s embarrassing enough without him knowing. i’m sure he’s moved on by now.

i’m able to make it through warmups without him noticing me, but i’m not so lucky when the game actually starts. it’s only halfway through the first period when Quinn scores the first goal of the game, and before i can think twice, i’m up on my feet clapping and celebrating.

“WOOO!” i yell, and Ashley laughs at me, teasing me about how i’ll always be an internal WAG. but i let her comments roll of my back and continue to cheer, watching as he stops not far from the glass in front of us, getting hugged by his teammates. “GO QUINNY!”

it’s then that he turns, eyes wide, and i realize i’ve made a grave mistake. my voice plus the nickname has tipped him off. he spots me, and i freeze, my hands mid-clap. i let my hands fall to my sides, and Ashley pulls me back down to my seat by the back of my jacket. Quinn’s gaze stays focused on me, and i give a small wave in return. he raises his hand back at me, and i can tell he’s still shocked to see me but one of his teammates pulls his attention back to the game.

throughout the rest of the game, Quinn continues to glance over towards me, and i regret letting Ash rope me into attending this game. it ends with 4-2, Canucks winning, and i feel bad for Trevor, but i can’t help feeling proud of Quinn. Ashley and i stay in our seats, talking after the teams leave the ice, and i get a text from a number i never thought i would hear from again.

—

From: Huggy Bear 🧸🤍

meet me outside the visitors dressing room please. i think we should talk.

—

the text makes me nervous. is he mad that i was here? did i upset him by being here? by cheering for him? i show the text to Ash and she says she’ll grab an uber home so that she doesn’t impose on our conversation.

i find my way to the visitors dressing room, giving my name to the security to find that Quinn had already informed them i would be coming. i stand in the hallway waiting, looking over every time the dressing room door opens. i sign a few autographs and take some pictures with a few of the players for their girlfriends or sisters while i wait.

it feels like the entire team has left when Quinn finally comes out. i watch him as he steps out, dressed back in his arrival suit.

he looks so good, it’s unfair.

“hey.” he says, walking over to me. “you were at the game.”

“i was.” i tell him, my voice cracking with my emotion. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you by coming. i didn’t even-”

“you didn’t upset me.” he cuts me off. i study his face, trying to gauge how he feels. i used to be able to read him easily, and it seems like that talent hasn’t left me. “i was surprised to see you. i’ve never seen you at any of my other games, i kinda just assumed you didn’t care now that we’re… not together.”

“i watch all your games, Quinny.” my voice is barely above a whisper. soft and anxiety ridden.

“you do?” he questions, his voice full of hope.

“yeah. well, every one i can. i’ve even missed events just to stay home and watch. i never stopped caring about you, Q. just because we aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean i don’t think about you.” i tell him. “a lot.”

“you think about me a lot? you ever write a song about me then?” he teases, but now i’m wondering if he’s ever even listened to any of my songs.

“all of my songs are about you, Quinny.” i confess. “even my new ones.”

“you can’t- you can’t just say that, y/n. i’ll start thinking things that i know aren’t true.” he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

“like what?” i look at him with doe eyes, the exact ones i know he loved five years ago.

“like that i might still have a chance with you.” he says lowly. i might regret my next words, but i need to get them off my chest.

“can i confess something?” i ask.

“yeah, of course.” he replies

“if you asked me again, i would say yes.” i tell him. “if i could go back to that day, i would’ve said yes.”

Quinn’s response comes in the form of his lips against mine. his hands hold my face and i press my body closer to his. my reaction is immediate, my lips moving with his. the kiss is slow and sweet, a reconnection of two lovers. he sucks on my bottom lip before his tongue pushes past my lips, slipping against my own. i pull away before the kiss can get too heated.

“will you go to dinner with me?” he asks.

“i’d love to.”

**3 YEARS LATER**

“Q! your bridezilla wants you!”

“Jack Rowden Hughes, i am not a bridezilla!” i scold. the audacity that this boy holds. calling me a bridezilla on my wedding day.

“leave my wife alone, Jack.” Quinn sighs, walking over from across the reception hall.

“yeah. leave his wife alone, Jack.” i tease. sticking my tongue out at him over Quinn’s shoulder. Quinn looks over at me, catching me pulling my tongue back into my mouth.

“you’re such a child.” he sighs, shaking his head at me.

“what does that make you? you just married me.” i ask him.

“i’m not even gonna dignify that with a response.” he replies. i’m laughing when his mom comes over.

“is everything okay, honey? i heard you and Jack arguing.” she says.

“i think everyone in here heard them arguing.” Quinn sighs again.

“hey, at least you know she’s part of the family.” Ellen laughs.

“i’m fine, momma E. Jack was just being annoying. it’s his specialty.” i shrug. Ellen laughs, kissing my cheek before walking away. Quinn takes hold of my hand, pulling me back over to our table, taking a seat and pulling me into his lap.

“what did you want me for, pretty girl?” he asks, wrapping an arm around my waist to hold me steady.

“i just missed you.” i whisper, leaning my forehead against his. he chuckles.

“i was gone for five minutes.” he reminds me.

“i know. but you left me all alone with Jack.” i complain.

“well technically, i left you with Luke. but i feel like i should be apologizing for leaving you with either of them.”

“yes. you should.” i smile.

“how about i apologize to you later? when we get home. i can apologize to you several times.”

#quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #nhl fic #nhl imagine #midnights fic list #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not telling someone I wasn't their bully 100% of the time

Hey so I was a shitty kid and i willbe TA for most of the story. However the ambiguous non-ending spins around my head nonstop

! In high-school I met a friend, Lacy (mtf) who had recently come out. We bonded over mutual Fandoms and shared classes and ended up pooling friends. I was already tight friends with one other girl we can call Sam. Sam went to another school but me and her had been best friends for many years and talked constantly online. After spending a lot of time with Lacy, and with L and S in a group, I started to get a little crush. Me and Lacy had this habit of passing comic notes to eachother between classes and they were just so fun. Anyways I ended up passing them one asking them out and she agreed. We talked about it casually after and I kept the note. In the background, me and Sam talk constantly about Lacy. Outside of school, online, Lacy often goes on long rants and tangents and caps it off being painfully self depreciating and insinuating self harm. I honestly don't hold that against her too much, given how young we were and how much stuff was going on. Very quickly I realize this tiny crush evaporates in the heat of her stomping rants. My gut sinks when Lacy mentions we are dating. It's been less than a day. Sam messages me immediately and I make the terrible snap decision to lie. I lie about it and I have the evidence so my version becomes correct. I tell Sam I didn't *really* ask Lacy out, blah blah. The lie doesn't end. Lacy has an explosive breakdown about it, well warranted, and I lie to adults and school administrators as well. We were friends, I guess she got too attached, we talk all the time but no. I never asked her to date. Papers signed, case closed. Lacy blocks me everywhere. The year ends. I resign to never speaking to her, as the unquestioned bully in this situation I wouldn't have the right to approach her about it. I think I send one anon ask completely unrelated to her or our lives, then block her back as is only fair.

Short hop forwards a month or two. Sam sends me a message about an update to Lacys blog. Lacy is otherkin and Sam is laughing at the kin list, sending anon messages mocking Lacy about the choices and identity. Very unfamiliar with otherkin but struggling with gender thoughts myself I don't respond much.

Fast forward a few years. Me and Sam don't talk much now. I got a boyfriend and couldn't help love how much he ignored me. Everything else fell through cracks. Working at my restaurant job one day, who else comes in but Lacy. We are very busy, I try to be quick, don't make eye contact. "Party of....for Lacy?" She nods. The lobby is full so they walk out the door and never come back. Later when my shift is over I unblock and check her blog. She's made a post saying I was her abuser and had sent her constant anon hate since bullying her in hs. Checking her ask tag I see Sam on anon sends 3-6 hate messages a year. I do nothing and leave everyone be and move on.

Another 3 years goes by. Sam reaches out. She's terminally ill, and we speak stiffly for a few IMs. I don't forgive myself for leaving her and decide it's best we don't keep talking. Another few years and Sam passes. Our old friends go through Sam's papers and pc files reminiscing and find pages and pages of shared chat logs between me L and S. It really was a harsh reminder of how cruel I had been, speaking behind Lacys back and lying. I don't doubt I caused her lasting trauma with my actions.

Part of me wanted to reach out to Lacy and apologize, explaining myself and the misunderstanding and clearing the lie not because I wanted to feel absolved I just that it's finally done now. But it feels so cruel to do it when 1. As the original bully it's still not my place to seek closure 2. I can't just toss my friends corpse under this bus for no reason.

It's soon a decade since we all left school so the time seems well past. I just can't stop thinking about all the mistakes. And there seems no reason to bring it all up after all Sam can't say anything about it anymore and nobody is hurt believing i said these things. So, AITA for not telling Lacy it wasn't me bullying her most of the time?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[iraprince]

TIME FOR A PROCESS POST let's talk abt getting from this (client sketch - which, btw, i know other artists have talked about this plenty, but i LOOOOOOVE a client sketch as early direction on a commission. LOVE it)

to this!

at first we didn't know if the title was going to go across the desk, or over the central figure (emara's) head against the back wall. so there was a 1st version where we were favoring a higher title, then we started favoring the desk so we scrapped the clutter + centered it more

i used clip studio's 3D models (particularly for the chair, guard, + weapon crates) and perspective rulers to help with laying everything out at this stage, tho i abandoned the 3D pretty early on bc it's a bit too clunky for me. maybe i'll find it quicker to use w more practice!

(the rest under the cut!)

once the basic layout was approved, i threw together a value study to explain how in the final image all the clutter of the bg detail would be unified and pushed back. lately i find myself thinking abt value earlier + earlier in the process; planning ahead saves me a lot of time!

i fiddled with starting to refine things digitally, but then i got A BRAND NEW LIGHTBOX delivered in the mail with perfect timing (lmao) so i just ended up printing off the digital sketch, finalizing in pencil, + scanning back in

then comes five billion different steps of locking in values, again. i did everything greyscale first, but i didn't worry abt getting things super polished at this stage bc i knew color would factor in a lot to later decisions

this is the point at which presenting these wips "step by step" is kind of misleading; i didn't do these stages one at a time, but rather had a BUNCH of different lighting/shading layers that i kept toggling on and off as i worked to make sure everything was coming along well.

(to get some of these caps i actually went into the main file again and turned a bunch of stuff on/off just for the sake of getting specific examples, because actually when i was actively working on it there was rarely a point where i was actually working on something with "all lighting turned off and just the shading on," or anything like that; but i AM interested in showing what effects different lighting/shading changes had on the base colors, even if i wasn't really making these changes in a rigid order.)

i.e., just for the sake of interest, here's how the flat colors look without those adjustments!! but i honestly never looked at it like this on its own for long...i had all the shading/lighting turned off so i could see what i was doing while flatting, but i was constantly checking back and forth.

then tones added on top (which were actually just two copies of the tone folders in the above posts, set to linear burn and overlay) -

which makes it get HORRIFYINGLY dark, but that's when we go in and add a bunch of lighting adjustments.

the most obvious lighting change above is the big burst of hot pink light from the corner, but there was also some masked overlay + burn layers to pop out the guard + emara and make sure they were pulled out from the bg. if this were a standalone illustration, i maybe would have let the bg (and all that painstakingly drawn detail..........) stand out a little more, but a cover functions differently, and i wanted to make sure the eye goes to the title first. that means sacrificing bg detail even if it looks sick lol

then final touches! a lot of my very last touches are things that are close to invisible; gradient maps on very low opacity, noise, a little bit of scribbling on upper layers. the typesetting was all by the client, except for the lettering for "emara king's," which i did myself!

finally, here's a comparison of ⬅where i left off one night close to the deadline thinking "it's probably done, but i'll sleep on it just in case," then all the adjustments i made the next day with fresh eyes.➡ and that's it!!! phew!!! that's how i make a cover!

#my art #process #wip #tutorials #<- not really but. i just figure someone browsing my tutorials tag might be into this #i am so so so so so fucking mad that i didnt think to turn timelapse recording on for this #bc a timelapse wouldve been so fucking sick. but i can at least share this

[jjunberry]

“kiss the prettiest girl in the room”

pairing! kang taehyun x reader

genre! pure angst, unhappy ending

synopsis! the boy you’ve been in love with since highschool is dared to kiss the prettiest girl, and he doesn’t kiss you.

wc! 1.8k

letting out a sigh you watched as the minutes counted down slowly. it was your last lecture before you could go back to your dorm. the week had been stressful and all you wanted to do was relax. the professor finally dismissed class and you were quick to pack up your stuff and get out. your friend and taehyun was waiting for you outside of the classroom. you smiled seeing taehyun. he took your bag for you and carried it. he was always doing small things like that for you. it never fails to make your heart flutter.

“there’s a party tonight at yunjin’s. we are totally going.” your friend said looping her arm through yours. letting out a sigh you kept walking with her letting her ramble. she never really gave you the choice on going or not. “oh tyun please say you’re coming too?” she batted her eyelashes at him. he stared at her. “i guess so.” she squealed. “come y/n i need help picking my outfit.” she grabbed your wrist and started pulling you. taehyun quickly handed you your bag. you gave him a small wave before turning and following your friend.

when you got to your friends dorm she went straight to her closet. “tonight’s party is going to be so much fun.” her voice was muffled as she dug through her clothes. she tossed a black dress to you. “here try this on.” the material was soft but there wasn’t much of it. slipping into her bathroom you changed into the dress. it stopped just above your knees. a low cut v in the neckline. you couldn’t lie this dress made you feel beautiful. “earth to y/n, let me see the dress?”

your friend was at her vanity putting on makeup. she peaked at you through the mirror. “whew, you’re looking hot.” you smiled. “oh y/n you look good too.” your smile fell. she curled her hair and made sure she was all dolled up. you decide on a light makeup and just wearing your hair down. “i’m going to go pregame with the girls. i’ll see you later okay?” she was gathering her stuff. “see yourself babes.” the door shut and you were alone. grabbing your bookbag you rushed across campus to your dorm.

you went to your room and into your closet. there you pulled out a skirt and a cute blouse. you liked keeping things casual but cute. never one to really do over the top party outfits. never the one to do parties really. you decide to wipe off the makeup and go for something lighter. as you put the cap on your mascara your phone rang.

taehyun’s name and smiley face flashed on the screen. a smile grew on your lips as you quickly answered the call. “hello?” you asked. “hey y/n are you going tonight?” his voice sounded distant and you could hear movement of objects. “yeah i am, unfortunately against my will.” he laughed. “it won’t be awful, i’ll be there.” you smiled at that. leave it to taehyun to always make you smile. always make your heart flutter.

“do you want me to pick you up?” he was closer now. “yeah that would be nice.” you answered. “okay i’ll be there in about fifteen minutes okay?” you nodded but realizing he couldn’t see you, you spoke up. “okay see you soon.” you said your goodbyes and decided to wait in your lounge area in the dorm.

your friend was posting on her social media of her outfits, her other friends. they looked stunning, before you could let your brain be mean taehyun texted. he was waiting outside for you. sighing you grabbed your bag and met him. he was wearing a tight black shirt tucked into some jeans. he looked so good.

“hi y/n you look nice.” he said. you couldn’t control the blush that took over your face. “thank you, uh you look handsome.” he smiled. “thank you, i guess i clean up nice.” you giggled. taehyun had been your friend since highschool.

he was always with you. during classes, lunch, he walked you to and from school. he was always holding doors open for you, offering his coat, holding your bag. it was hard not to fall in love with him.

you laughed as taehyun tried to skate across a small patch of ice. “don’t do it you’ll fall.” you giggled. he laughed too. “i got this don’t worry.” he took a running start and slid across successfully slipping and landing on his back with a thud. “oh my, taehyun i told you.” you ran up to him sticking a hand out to help him up. he grabbed your hand and pulled you down with him.

you landed on top of him. “taehyun.” you whined. the cold snow surrounding you too. taehyun’s cheeks were red and snowflakes were caught in his eyelashes. you rested your elbow by his head propping yourself above him. he looked so handsome in that moment. your heart was practically beating out of your chest. you prayed he couldn’t hear it.

all you wanted to do in that moment was kiss him. your fear of rejection and losing his friendship stopped you. instead you shoved snow in his face and rolled off of him. “ugh y/n.” he wiped his face off. you stood brushing the snow off your clothes. he groaned sitting up. “my back hurts now.” you laughed trying to shake off the feelings.

“i told you so.” he shoved you with his shoulder. “ha ha very funny now lets go get hot chocolate.” you smiled and followed the boy. one thing was certain that day. you loved the snow, hot chocolate, and taehyun.

taehyun pulled up to the party and parked across the street. he looked at you. “are you ready?” he asked. you nodded and got out of the car. the music was already pounding through the speakers. some people were already shit faced. a bubble of anxiety formed in your stomach. you truly hated parties. you were doing this for your friend and taehyun.

you followed taehyun into the house. he quickly found his other friends and you found the drink table. it was full of unrecognizable alcohol and some cases of beer. you settled on a spiked lemonade since it was a sealed can.

scanning the room your eyes found your friend. she was dancing in the living room. some of her friends around her. you mainly stuck back watching everything. you always hung back at parties. never the one to dance or get shit faced.

hours passed before the party seemed to start dying down. you found taehyun leaning against a wall so you made your way over. “this blows.” you said when you got close to him. he laughed while taking a drink of his beer. “yeah.” you followed his like of sight he was watching your friend dance.

it made the anxiety bubble back up in your stomach. you tried reassuring yourself taehyun isn’t that kind of guy.. he isn’t into girls like that. not that your friend wasn’t beautiful. she was. she was nice in most cases. she was a party girl, popular and outgoing. the opposite of taehyun.

“gather around everyone, playing truth or dare!” a girl screams. “that's so childish.” you whisper. taehyun downs the rest of his beer. “it could be fun, let's go.” your eyes widened and you followed him. he sat crisscrossed in the circle and you took the last seat available which was next to your friend across from taehyun.

there was about eight people in a circle. mostly all of them were black out drunk. a guy was dared to chug a beer mixed with some mystery liquid. a girl was dared to take her top off. everyone seemed to skip over you which you were grateful for.

you sort of spaced out until a drunk guy called taehyun. he looked towards the guy with a raised eyebrow. “truth or dare?” taehyun looked to be thinking before he shrugged. “dare.” the guy smirked. “i dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

the anxiety was back. your heart was racing. you watched taehyun’s movements carefully. he stood from his seat and walked towards your friend. he tilted her head back and captured her lips with his. you felt bile rise in your throat. cheers erupted from the other players.

you felt the tears well in your eyes watching them kiss. before they could fall you took off. you don’t know where you were going but anywhere but there sounded like a good start. you sat on a curb a few houses away. tears rolled down your cheeks. of course he kissed her.. who wouldn’t she was everything you weren’t. you thought he liked you too. all the acts of kindness, the years of friendship didn’t mean the same to him as they did to you.

positive no one noticed your departure you sat on that curb and cried. “y/n why’d you leave?” his voice sent a chill up your spine. you wiped your eyes and shrugged. “i needed air.” he chuckled. “you needed air five blocks away?” you sighed. “yeah.” he looked at you. “why are you crying?” you groaned. “why are you interrogating me?” you snapped.

he put his hands up. “you’re the one crying here, i’m just curious.” you mumbled. “i’m crying because of you.” taehyun’s eyebrows furrowed. “what?” you sighed. “i’m crying because of you.” he looked confused. “what did i do?” what did he do? he wasn’t your boyfriend. he didn’t do anything wrong. however your heart was still broken.

you were silent. “seriously y/n what did i do?” he was upset now. “you kissed her.” you said. taehyun sighed. “that’s why you’re mad? so it’s just a kiss.” you scoffed. “not just a kiss, one with the prettiest girl in the room.” you mocked the guy’s voice. taehyun rolled his eyes. “what did you want me to not kiss anyone?”

you stood up standing face to face with him. “i wanted you to kiss me!” you screamed. his eyes widened. “y/n..” he trailed off. you stuck your hand up. “i wanted the boy i love to kiss me and think i was the prettiest girl in the room. you broke my heart taehyun.”

he sighed. “y/n that’s..i’m sorry but i don’t like you like that. you’re pretty and stuff and you’re nice but..” “but i’m not her.” you finished. he sighed and tugged at his hair. “y/n please.” you shook your head. “no, it’s fine. i should’ve known better.”

with a heavy heart you began to walk in the direction of your dorm. “y/n don’t go.” he said. you didn’t even turn to look at him when he spoke. “it hurts to look at you.” was all you said before walking away from the boy you loved.

-

request! from anon <3

author’s note! i promise i write more than just angst but i hope you all enjoyeddddd

love, echo🖤

© jjunberry

#kang taehyun #kang taehyun x reader #kang taehyun imagines #kang taehyun angst #txt #txt x reader #txt imagine #txt angst #kpop writers #jjunberry

[rinbowaman]

HHP - Chapter 19 MDNI 18+

Heyo! So this is not at all proofread, idk why my word doc would not pull up so i literally just typed this entire thing inside the post box as i was answering asks and responding to comments. so if you see mistakes, you know what to do. So believe it or not, this is part of the storyline that i had developed a long time ago, just waited until the right time to post it, and now the time has finally come. it's about to get interesting yall, but i promise, it will all be great. ;)

Warnings: smut....dry humping, theres some.....idk what it would be called but lets just say heethan and you get rather artistic in this chapter (you'll see what i mean) and of course lots of posessive, obsessive, aggressively protective behaviors from our man heethan, there is mentions of murder, deaths, torture, and serial killings.

"Its still so gloomy out today." you remarked as you traced the rain drops that slid down on the window, watching from your perched position on Heeseung's bed.

"I know pretty girl, we can go fishing when the weather gets better. i promise." Heeseung remarks as he takes a moment to relax back in his chair after hearing your disdain for the weather, crossing his arms as he leans back and breaks away from his work on the laptop, admiring your melancholy poise.

"How pretty.....even when she's unhappy...."

Feeling drowsy from the dampened mood of the weather, you lay down in a slight fetal position on the bed, playing with a piece of your hair as you twirled your fingers around the slight bit of the wave that was ingrained in the structure of each strand.

Smirking as he admired the way you laid, he rolls the chair closer towards the bed and reaches up over the corner of the desk. Propping his elbow on the surface, he takes a separate piece of your hair and brings it up to admire it as his chin rests in his palm.

Rubbing the strands together, you felt the levitation of the piece he grabbed onto and laid motionless as he took a moment or two to shift the the silky fibers together between his thumb, index, and middle finger.

"So pretty......amazing....right down to the very last inch and strand of her...."

Sighing, you end up drifting off to a light sleep as he kept his gaze on your hair, before transitioning down to your sleeping face and your resting body.

"So damn beautiful......and all mine.....forever."

Getting up, he quietly pushes the chair back as he walks over to the edge of the bed, and sits down beside you. Leaning in, he closes the distance greatly as he leaves just a few inches between your faces. Admiring in close view, he takes note of every bit of freckle, skin texture, lash hair, and the contours of each feature on your face.

"Almost as if she was made just for me. She makes me so happy....just having her all to myself.....its blissful.......I want it that way forever.....y/n be mine and only mine....okay? pretty baby...you'll always be safe next to me.....only with me. Let's go far away from here.....away from the world.....lets be together, just you and me."

.........

You woke up an hour later, greeted by Heeseung as he finished up his work. The two of you discussed options for dinner, considering it was still raining outside, you both opted to stay in and order take out.

" You want Chinese or pizza?" he asks while he admits a prolonged stretch in his chair, wrapping up the last of his paperwork.

"Lets do Chinese." you softly responded back as you take your phone to browse through the menu options.

"Oh, I have alot of text messages..." you spoke aloud, merely noting the amount of unread messages from your group study chat.

"From?" Heeseung didn't move at all from his relaxed and leaned back position, his hands remained atop his head with his fingers interlocking together, resting gently on the surface of his cap, which he kept on. From the way he was seated and leaned back into the chair, his gaze appeared to glare down at you as he displayed a somewhat emotionless countenance, yet his eyes were the only feature that spoke...and it expressed stern concern, distaste, and a rise of disapproval. Though it all flew over your head as you kept your sights on your phone to catch up on the content from the chat.

"The group study. They were talking about something that our study leader mentioned, I guess he's trying to coordinate another session." you remarked as you typed in your responses in the chat.

"Hmm...." he merely hums out as he continues to remain unmoved and forever staring your way, his eyes displaying heavy and lazy lids.

The lip piercing, which he had gotten recently while you were in class, had surprised you the other day upon you noticing the metal piece that decorated his bottom lip.

.............................

Collecting your materials into your satchel, you head over to the double doors and exit out of the building where your last class for the day was hosted.

There, before you nearly a hundred feet away, you saw his car as usual, with him standing by the passenger door, ready to receive you in his arms and to snuggle you into the front passenger seat, always next to him.

Everything was exactly how it was each and ever single day, yet the closer you got, you saw the glimmer of shine that appeared on his face. Giggling, you looked up underneath the shadow of his cap to look into his eyes as you remarked the new feature.

"Is this what you did today?" you softly stated as you lightly tapped on his bottom lip, next to the ring.

Chuckling, he faintly bit down on his lip as he shyly smiled and tilted his face downward before looking back up, rolling the flesh out from underneath the top row of teeth. "Yeeeeeah." he answers deeply.

"Cute. I like it." you winked as you gave a seemingly sultry smile, although it wasn't your intention, yet he always saw it that way, and as always, it drove him crazy in love just as it did the first time he saw you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What made you decide to get it?"

"Mmmm..." Smirking in his lips, he rolls his eyes around as he takes a moment of thought and answers. "No particular reason, I guess i just liked the way it looks."

You both chuckled as he places his hands on your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. The sensation of the metal gently pressing on to your own skin was something that didn't take long for you to get used, not with the way Heeseung and Ethan always kissed you.

"What about you princess? Hmm?....Any thoughts on getting piercings?"

You slightly raised your brows and reached up to lightly touch your earrings. "Other than the ones I already have? Mmmm....not sure.....maybe later on." you chuckled out.

"You have any idea what you might get when 'later on' comes around?" He softly speaks out, you couldn't help but take note of the way his smirk disappeared as he eyed you head to toe when he made his remark.

"I guess.....I dont know." you giggled. "I'd let you pick."

"Hmm? You'd let me pick? Huh.....mmmkay." He bites down on his lip, leaning his face closer to yours for a kiss. Yet right before your lips touched, he softly finishes his note. "I'll think about it." he gives you a quick kiss on the lips before he added, "but nothing on that beautiful face of yours. It stays as is, I'm keeping that."

Once he said his piece, he leans back in and fully envelops your mouth into an everlasting kiss.

You felt his hand reach up and cup the side of your face as you heard him suddenly shut the car door that he had held open for you.

Once closed, he continues to kiss you while he takes a step or two inward, causing you to step backwards until your back meets the car door. Never stopping, he continues to move in towards you, just until you were fully trapped, with your front side harshly pressed against his chest and groin muscles.

Slightly raising the hem of your skirt, he takes advantage of the vantage point. With you being cradled in between him and the car, and with everyone already gone, the parking lot and campus grounds was deserted with just you two left behind. Snaking both hands under, he slightly reaches under the material, caressing your outer thighs and buttocks.

A slight tap on the back of your thigh by his fingertips was his way in telling you to lift up your legs. He bends at the knees to lower himself just a few inches, allowing for him to loop his arms over and under each thigh, cradling your weight in levitation while resting your backside against the car.

Grinding and motioning his hips in circular motion, he dry thrusts upwards against your core muscles, constantly rubbing up against your barely clothed slit as he repeats it to a rhythmic momentum that caused you to moan aloud, right into his mouth.

Pausing for just a second, he barely breaks contact between the lips as he hazes a half lidded glare to you from his staggering height.

"Scream." was all he breathed out as he admitted small gasps for air, regaining the oxygen lost during the kiss.

Reuniting your lips with his, he bucks his hips upwards, smacking his fully clothed groin against your slit harshly and roughly, causing your body to jolt upwards in a vicious manner. It was so hard, the clip holding pieces of your hair falls loose, yet he never allows you to break free from the kiss.

Speaking in between the kisses he was devouring you with, he spoke with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, displaying an aggressive and overly heated manner of affection.

"Yeah? You mine? You mine pretty baby?"

"Ugh....uh huh...."

Reaching up with one hand, he gently grips your neck as his thrusts maintained momentum. "Lets see if someone's gonna come save you from Heeeeeeeeeseuuuuung baby. Fucking scream."

Your body violently bumps up repeatedly from the assaulting thrusts he kept up with, causing your body to go numb and limp. You moaned and whimpered out his name, yet the moment he locked your lips with his, he went faster, harder, and sharper than before, it was right then and there, you found yourself screaming into his mouth, just like he wanted you to.

Clearing his throat upon seeing that you were invested in the group study chat, he rolls up to your legs as they lay hanging off the edge of the bed. Dialing the number on his phone, he reaches over and brushes his fingertips along the shin of your leg.

"Do you know what you want, sexy eyes?"

You chuckled at the new pet name. "Sexy eyes?" you giggled. He kept his gaze on his phone, but never failed to softly scoff a slight toothy side grin, all the while still brushing his fingers against your leg.

"Heh...yeah."

"A new pet name?"

He nods.

"Because your eyes are sexy as fuck and I love them. You know this." he remarks softly, still gazing at his phone.

You chuckled back and read off your order.

After dinner, you both enjoyed an evening of intimacy as you watched a new show and embraced one another, taking each other every other twenty minutes in a passionate kiss, intensely twirling your tongues, rubbing canines, and grinding your bodies together.

With him hovering over atop of you, your bodies were close....so close that the pressure and friction was dense with breathless desire as he reached for your breasts and slipped his hand under your shirt, cupping you while brushing his thumb over your nipple.

You gasped into his mouth, causing his grip to grow tighter, the sense of intense pressure took over in your chest.

Breaking from the kiss just momentarily, you saw his Ethan face emerge. Kissing the tip of your nose, he gazes into your eyes deeply as he rotates his groin against you, dry humping you into the bed as your body digs deeper against his movements.

"Yeah?" he breathes out as he hears your jagged and pleading moans. "You like being owned by Heeeeeeeeseuuuuuuung?" he added. You were too indebted to the feeling of passion and euphoria to catch how Ethan referred to himself as Heeseung instead of his own name. Yet, it wasn't until he started to undress you that he reflected his Ethan name as per usual.

"Come to me baby. Come to Ethan." he softly whispers out as he digs his groin into you, while you both lay in the nude.

Throughout the night, you both barely slept as Ethan took you over and over again, alternating between filling you up with his cum or spraying you with it as finished atop various regions of your body. The last session, he finished on your stomach, releasing on your belly button and the smooth surface of your skin. Once he experienced full release, he used the tip of his member to trace his essence all around your chest and breasts. Scooping up a bit of his ejaculation, he coats his shaft before re-inserting it inside you, and repeating, fucking some of his cum into your walls as he rests his thumb inside your mouth, coating your tongue with the same spew of seeds that he was filling you with.

"Take it every way you can baby, you're mine."

.......................

The next evening, the weather had turned out much better and clearer, so you both opted to go see a movie.

Once you had found your seats in the theater, you couldn't help but notice that a strange man who had been staring at you at the concession stand had found his way to seat a few rows behind you. While you took off your light jacket, and turned to place it over the head of your seat, you noticed the man appeared closer, moving down to be seated closer to yours. It shocked you and gave you an uneasy feeling, yet you weren't awfully worried considering you were with Heeseung, who unbeknownst to you, had noticed the man gawking over you way before you had taken notice.

After the movie finished, you both took your exit and started to walk back to the car. The number of parking spaces was limited, so Heeseung was forced to park at the very back, farthest away from the building. Cradling our waist with his arm, he leads you away.

You started to make your remarks about the movie, speaking of your favorite parts and how well you thought it had been put together. After a minute or two, you stopped talking when you noticed Heeseung's serious demeanor as he slowed his walk......all the way to a stop, pulling you up against his side, yet he remained facing forward. The cap hovered over his eyes as usual, yet the tilting of his chin caused it to hide away his beautiful black peepers, causing him to inherit that sinister look of his Ethan side. Suddenly, he finally spoke out in a dangerously low tone, directed towards someone that was within the vicinity of your presence, yet you had no idea.

"Are you just going to follow us? Or did you want to do things here?" Heeseung spoke out.

A confused look grew on your face, yet a slight tug at your waistline from his grip gestured for you to be silent the moment you had began to gasp out your words.

"I don't know who you are, but I know what you want. Just so you know, she's always by my side, so if you're thinking about following us....in hopes that I'll be dropping her off at a dorm.....I promise you....not only are you wrong....but I'd have you cut up before we reach my car." Raising his chin slightly, Ethan's sinister gaze revealed his traditional dark and sadistic smile.

The minor blood trail that fell from the outer corner of his mouth was from the harsh bite of his lower lip, something he did often when growing enraged or too excited. His toothy grin was stained with the blood as he slurped the blood ridden saliva, hissing between his teeth.

"You know......I wouldn't be opposed......to carving your eyes out.....or twisting your limbs off.......I killed before and I'll do it again.....because nothing takes her away.....or even thinks about it......so unless you feel like bleeding out tonight....." Ethan continued, speaking out into the open air, remaining stagnant with his gaze that stared off into the wide open sky. "I suggest......you take a good look at my face before you make your decision......" turning his face to reveal his side profile, he eyeballs a narrowed area from behind.

It was a few seconds after Ethan finished his remark, when you suddenly heard the bustling and brushing from the bushes.

It was that strange man from inside the theater.

With the brown jacket and his rather robust and yet tall frame, he scurried away from the foliage he took cover in, and ran off into the distance, away from you and Ethan.

Ethan didn't turn nor did he bother to look over to the man, instead, he turned his face forward. Once the foot steps faded out, signifying the man was far and gone away, Ethan pulled out his phone and searched for something on Google.

"What are you doing?......Ethan?" you inquired softly. He didn't answer, instead, he kept looking at his phone, typing in something and reading what appeared to be an article, from what you could see, which wasn't much considering he held his phone at an angle and closer to his face, away from your sight....almost as if he didn't want you to see it......

"Top articles...

Breaking news! Police discover yet another body of 22-year old local college female student.

Investigators and detectives are hard at work, committing every effort to tracking down and finding the man who is responsible for the growing number of disappearances and murders of local college students, whose bodies are found just days after they are reported missing. Bodies are found with evidence of torture and are mutilated beyond recognition, causing a delay for autopsy reports as pathologists are finding it difficult to configure what the exact cause of death was. Police have exposed that the through dental records, they were able to identify the deceased. It is encouraged for all women between the ages of 18 to 28 years of age, to take great precautionary measures when traveling alone, and to remain self aware and report any suspicious activities to local authorities, especially if these women are attending college, as most of the killer's victims were attending *your college name* university. The killer has been said to be seen at local malls, stalking campus grounds, and theaters. Police believe the man will spot, stalk and track his victims for days before kidnapping them. It is also been reported that the killer is a man between the ages of 40-50 years of age, with a hefty weight and stands at a height of 6'2. He is also said to dawn a brown camping jacket."

.....................

"Ethan?" you once again spoke, hoping to get an answer from him this time.

"What a fucking bother.....all of them.....they all want to take her.....they all want to do terrible things to her.....because she's like nothing they've ever seen before.......without me she would have been dead a long time ago.......why can't they just leave her alone.....why do they always try and test me?.....Dont they know?......Doesn't the whole world know that she is mine?....That she belongs to me.....That I will never let anything happen to her........Yet they always want to fucking come and breach the fires of Hell.......I fucking hate the world.....I hate all of them because of what they're always trying to do to her......how could anyone....want to kill or hurt something so beautiful....so rare.....so precious to me?"

"Babe?"

"Mmhmm?" Ethan remained staring at his phone as he finished his mental thought process.

"Is everything okay? Who was that man?"

"I dont know....but it's okay. He's not going to come around anymore." Tucking his phone in his pocket after reading the article, Ethan finally turns his gaze towards you. Reaching up, he brushes his fingers along your cheek as he commits to his, and Heeseung's, usual trait of tucking a piece of your hair away from your face.

"So pretty........its a gift....but also a curse...."

"W-what?" you raised a brow, confused by his remark.

"Your beauty......it draws the worst people sometimes....like that man....I'm just so glad you're mine....I wont let a thing hurt you."

"O-oh....thank you......." you stuttered, a bit confused still yet the gentle kiss he placed on your forehead reassured you that everything was fine, especially seeing how calm Ethan was now.

"Come on, our date's not over yet." Ethan smirks as he takes you to his car.

..................

He took you on a drive to the same farm land that he, or rather Heeseung, had brought you to after you both shared the morning after your first night together, Terres de Nice. It was just as beautiful at night as it was during the day.

The difference in the change of season was minor, the trees still had leaves but the hydrangeas were without flowers as the climate was breaching towards the cooler temperatures while it was finishing up with whatever remained of the autumn timeline.

He parked in a decent spot that had a beautiful gaze of the pasture with the various farm animals out laying and grazing, despite it being night. The moon was in clear view as well as every single star you could imagine.

With one intimate action leading to another, you both found yourselves in the backseat, with you sitting atop his lap as he rested his hands on your lower back. He flung your blouse and bra off, leaving only your skirt on, yet he made sure to slide your panties off as he straddled you on top of him. His hands gripped you on both sides of your waist, with his thumbs stroking your skin.

It was another night of passion and erotic fulfillment, with you bouncing up and down at a vigorous rate while he groaned and nibbled on our ears, neck, and breasts, taking in large inhales of the scent of your perfume simultaneously. He was like an animal, and he fucked you like one.

.....

"Tell me you like what I do to you...."

"I-I....ugh! I like it!"

"Now tell me you fucking love it."

"I....I love it! Ugh!"

"Keep fucking it baby...keep fucking it......you're doing so good.....you're making me so proud and happy."

......

He increased the speed and added more depth into his entry, causing you to go slightly light headed as you got fucked into oblivion by the strength of your man's vigorous thrusts.

"Oh my God....what is he doing to me?.....I....I can't......he's going to take my breath away....."

And he did. For each thrust he admitted inside you, your moans, gasps, and whimpers were at a default, refraining your oxygen intake as your body grew weak and shaky.

"Awww.....someone's about to cum..." He teasingly remarked as he drags the tip of his nose upwards along your neck, with you gaining height from sitting on his lap, his head remained eye level with your throat, yet that didnt' keep him from always looking up at your face, admiring how fucked out you were looking.

"Just can't stop cumming, can you?" he teases out once more, which propelled him to go even faster and more intense. The beat of your body jolting up and down was one to be greatly jealous of, along with the expression of your face. For the furrowed brows and the slight bit of pain graced on your features were the telling of the most intense pleasure from the man who displayed dominance that you have never experienced before. He was brutal, aggressive, loving, gentle, dominant, and soft. He was everything all into one.

"Are you a good girl? Hmm? Are you MY good girl, pretty baby?"

"Y...y-yes! Ugh! Ethan!"

"Yeah? You're my good girl? What do good girls get? What does the PRETTIEST girl get? Tell me."

"ugh!" you couldn't develop an answer as his relentless thrusts and the impact of his groin and balls slamming into your skin was bringing out the most valued pain and pleasure your body appreciated, causing you to scream.

"Yeeeeeah....good girls get fucked bad dont they?" He leans into your ear and whispers, "dont they?"

"E-Ethan!" you desperately gasped out.

"Yeeeeeeaaaaah.......fucking scream my name....."

His grip was merciless as his strength forcefully guided you to take in each thrust, causing you to tilt your face upward, facing the roof, nearly panting like a rabid dog from the immense sensation building up in your gut.

It was a feeling that became stronger....along with his performance...when you sensed the tension in his voice and demeanor....

"When?......When are you.....going to fucking understand....y/n?" he started, you could tell by the tone and the way each word came out, he said it with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. "When are you going to fucking realize....that I love you.....that I am insanely in love with you....that I fucking am obsessed....with everything about you....that I think about you....every second of every single day.......and that I'm fucking bad......I'm a very bad man.....I'm a bad man because all I want to do....is to take you away.....and fuck you silly every single day......"

His pace increases. The intensity of his thrusts and his tight hold on you made you feel as if you were going to explode internally, the pleasure was too great.

"E-E-Ethan wait! Ethan! Ugh! Ethan please!" you whimpered uncontrollably, trying to plead with him as you began to suffer from the high tempo of his controlled movements, along with him moving your body the way he wanted you to move. Making you bounce as he lifted, pushed, pulled, and rolled your hips by the harsh grab he locked on to you.

Gritting his teeth once more, he presses them against the skin of your neck, causing his cap to slightly shift upward on his head as the strands of his hair were revealed to be plastered on his forehead from the little bit of sweat his body was producing. His black fitted tee was warm and the musk of his scent was pleasantly stuffy, with the open flannel that remained slightly rolled up on the sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, it was paired nicely with his straight blue jeans. He looked so casual, yet so handsome, but the aggressive tone of his manner in fucking you made him more appealing in both, a frightening and sensual way.

"When are you going to fucking understand?.....How much I fucking love you? How much more obvious can I make it....y/n?.....When are you going to fucking realize that I can't let you go.....that I can't fucking breathe....I can't THINK......SMILE......LAUGH.....AND LIVE.....WITHOUT YOU!" each word he emphasized, he committed to an offset tempo as he lifted you by your hips and slammed you down each time he issued his words, gritting his teeth more as he clenched his jaw, sounding frustrated, angry, and fed up. The slapping noise issued by the skin to skin contact overrides every audio sense inside the car at that very moment as your body jolts out sharp whimpers of painful pleasures as you succumbed to each hard thrust.

You dont know why he was being this way, did it have anything to do with that guy at the theater?

"When are you going to fucking accept......my fucking love......hmm?!.....When y/n?" His thrust goes in deeper, his speed goes faster, and his tip goes farther inside your walls.

"I"m not a fucking good man....I'LL NEVER BE GOOD AGAIN.......it's all your fault.......I'm a bad man...a very very bad man.....I fucking kill for you...I fucking destroy for you......I fucking do everything to protect you.......so fucking take it and stop fighting me....stop playing dumb with me......fucking take what I give and accept everything about me.....you fucking beautiful....BEAUTIFUL GIRL....my fucking girl. You just have to be so fucking pretty don't you? You just have to be SO. FUCKING. DAMN. BEAUTIFUL!"

At this point, he had you screaming as you begged for him to slow down, the pleasure was causing your body to shake violently, and the tears were coming down as you felt it pound you from inside against all your organs.

"Ethan! Oh my God Ethan please! Stop! T-too much! It's too much! Please-please just cum! I-I cant!"

"SHUT UP AND LET ME FUCKING LOVE YOU! DO WHAT I FUCKING TELL YOU!" with his teeth pinching against your skin, he growls while you screamed, drowning out his harsh groans as you both violently came at the same time. Your entire body trembling, and his hips gyrating, you noted the many instances where your sexual moments with both Heeseung and Ethan were intense, pleasurable, and painful.....yet this was the first where it was too much.....the flow of your euphoria oozes out as it drips down his shaft, accumulating around his base while you tried to catch your breath, amidst the uncontrollable twitching your hands and legs were committing.

He gently slaps his hands against our arms, pinning them to your sides to ease the twitching of your hands as your hips continued to jolt up and down from the over extension of sensitivity and escalated pleasure.

Finally, once you had both became somewhat steady, yet still regaining your breathing as you were taking deep breathes, you raised your chest off of his own and sat yourself slightly upright, gazing down at him as he relaxed his position into the leather seats.

Seeing that his Ethan self remained, yet he displayed a countenance that was still reflecting irritation and some levels of frustration, without the sadistic sense in his expression. He didn't look at you, instead he was peering down at the ground with his face slightly tilted off to the side, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he shifts his eyes around to random areas of the floor mat below the seats.

You don't know what was wrong, but it was eating you up inside after you noted the slight change in his behavior.

"......Ethan?...."

Moving just his eyes, he looks up at you....not only did the look of irritation not disappear....it became more prominent.

He started to answer, despite you not even asking what was wrong, at least not yet. Somehow he felt your concerning question coming, so he appealed to you in the only he could....by telling you and forcing the issue that's been eating up his mind.

"I'm tired.....I'm so fucking tired.....y/n...."

".....Tired....of me?" you genuinely remarked, but you wished you hadn't for the moment he started hissing and snapped his posture up, you knew you misread his statement.

Suddenly gripping your arms once more, he sits up straight and leans his face closer to yours, pushing you back until your shoulder blades reached the end of the center console, and your frame wedged in between the two front seats while he remained hovered above you and in between your legs.

"Why would I be tired of you?! I just said I fucking love you!" He widens his eyes as the look of anger grew on his face. Your breath escalated and admitted fearful gasps as you started to get teary eyed. For the first time, you found yourself truly scared of Heeseung as you witness the true form of his anger.

Seeing the fearful expression and your gasping breathes slowly turning into sobs did soften him up just a bit, catching himself since his intentions were not to make you scared....he just felt like he couldn't get it through to your head.

"I'm not.....tired of you.....I'll never be tired of you....the exact opposite.....I love you.......too much....I love you more than I could love...my family....my friends....my own life......"

It was faint, but he did choke up at his own words, and you witnessed that he too was developing just a slight bit of teary eyes as he continued.

"I'm tired......of all these people.....wanting to hurt you.....first Gabe....then Samuel.....Tiff....Scott......that man.....why can't people just leave you alone?.....Why can't everyone just leave my pretty girl alone?" a look of sadness quickly took over the angry expression as he brushed his fingers along your cheek. Yet still, despite the sudden change in his countenance, there was something off putting about his demeanor and attitude.

"I just.....I want to take you away....that's all I want....I want us to be away from everything else....where I know you'll always be safe.....I can be nice about it.....or I can be forceful.....it all depends on how you want it y/n.....because one way or another....I'm taking you. I rather you be willing though.....so....please say yes.....tell me you'll let me keep you all to myself.....and let me take you away......I graduate in a few months....let me start everything and let me hide you away from this ugly world......."

Your eyes widened, for just as you were starting to get used and rather sympathetic by the saddened expression, it slowly changed once more. This time, a hopeful smile appeared, yet it was far from the usual dashing and pleasant grin that you were used to. This one reeked of desperation, love...too much love....to the point where without him saying it, you could see with your own eyes that it was dangerously.....

'Obsessive.....'

Leaning in closer, your breathing paused, your eyes widened to the point where they began to sting, your lips quivered and your skin developed goosebumps. His voice went deep and sinisterly low....

"Wont you let me......take you away.......and let me love you forever?......y/n?"

You felt strange, despite knowing this whole time of Heeseung and Ethan's obsession with you, their great and terrible love for you, you knew that they left their mark on you and that you were fated to remain with them forever, yet somehow....deep in your heart, you knew something had triggered form him to react and yearn for more. You also knew you couldn't beat him...even if you had wanted to....

"Y-yes.....yes...."

His smile was less hopeful and grew to be more elated and started to turn sinister, as per his usual Ethan fashion.

"Really? Oh my girl....that makes me so happy to hear you say it.....lets go away soon....we'll stay at my family's summer home until our house is finished...just you and me...."

Seeing how happy he was caused you to slightly smile, despite seeing his sinister smile, which you had been used to seeing considering you discovered his Ethan side shortly after you two had started dating.

To others, Ethan's blood dripping and killer smile was terrible and frightening, but to you, it was something that you grew to adore and love just as much when you saw his Heeseung side smile. Because even though he was a monster, Ethan had loved you just the same as Heeseung, and always was there to protect you just as well.

"O-okay....yes...take me away.....take me away Ethan." you gasped a smile as the tears slid down your face. You answered....you were happy that he was happy.....yet you were still terrified.

Hearing you answer, you noted an unusual smirk formulating on his face. It was somewhat devious and teasing. He hummed out a sound as he bit down on his lip once more.

"....W-what is it?" you asked, trying to figure out the meaning behind this new expression, which he kept up as he continued to look at you with a sadistic gaze. "....Ethan....why are you....?"

He answers.....and what he said nearly committed your soul to jolt out of your body.....

"Wrong name....y/n."

Authors note: Ooooooh here we go....this is part of the storyline i had drafted a LOOOONG time ago....and now the time has finally come....wtf is wrong with heethan? ......you're goign to find out. will be working and posting next chapter sometime this week, before the weekend ;)

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