#nate fucking OWNING at truth or dare

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

diamond dogs sleepover, teenage girls style. i'm talking full squad, sleeping bags, pajamas, snacks, gossip, ill-advised shenanigans possibly involving trespassing and a bathtub, talking about crushes,

#i had very few teenage girl sleepovers but MAN was that One wild. #the trespassing. the bathtub. the running. no kissing though #anyway #please just picture the full diamond dogs gang #im talking ted beard nate higgins trent AND roy #sleepover. complete with 3 am philosophical debates truth or dare definitely platonic gay kissing etc #get roy to admit hsi feelings for keeley and jamie #beard engineers at least one situation to make ted and trent kiss #Oh No Only One Sleeping Bag #(we're too old for this) #nate fucking OWNING at truth or dare #higgins owning at never have i ever #idk man i just had this image it's past midnight im laughing okay

[yourimagines]

Nick being angry but not at the reader

Thank you

Hope you like this one, is a bit longer than usual

Madness

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff, swearing, angst, blood, violence

Nick POV

I was hanging around with Nate, my girlfriend and some people from school. As one of them started to talk shit. “What do you mean?” Nate said to Leo. “I mean it is obvious that with all the respect to you Y/N, women are not meant to be in the work environment, that’s a man’s job.” Y/N snorted at that his comment. “I’m not attacking you, I’m just telling the facts.” Nate laughs at him. “Dude where did you get this information from, I mean in fighting yes women should not fight but having a normal regular job. Come on dude.” Leo shrugged his shoulders. “You have you opinion I have mine.” Y/N said nothing just fiddling with her fingers. “You say my girl is stupid for having a job?” Leo looked at me and smiles. “Nick I haven’t said anything about her.” “But you do talk about women, she is woman.” Leo holds his hands up. “Listen Nick I didn’t say anything about them being stupid, that’s what you say not me.” Nate subtle shook his head at me. I huffed and took a sip from my drink. “Okay.. Did you guys say the newest horror movie.” Lucas asked to change the conversation. I was looking at Y/N sitting quiet next to me, sipping from her drink and watching everybody talk.

“Okay but everyone could beat him.” Lucas said while stuffing his mouth with marshmallows. “Everyone?” “Yeah even Leo could win from him.” Leo threw a middle finger up to Lucas. “Hey fuck you man, I can fight.” Jack started to laugh. “Bro no disrespect but you can’t fight.” Leo turned his body to face Jack. “Why are you hating on me brother.” “I’m not hating just telling the truth. You can’t.” Nate started to laugh. “Why are you laughing? You don’t think I can fight?” “Brother come on, you can’t.” Lucas smiled and gave Y/N some marshmallows, minding their own business. Nate stood up as Leo was already standing. “Let’s fight then.” Jack was laughing. “Don’t pull a nerve Leo.” Leo launched forward and Nate grabbed him by his shoulders. Lucas starts to whistle. “Let’s go Leo.” Y/N laughs. Nate threw Leo on the ground and hopped on top. “You can’t fight brother.” Leo tried to swing a fist at his face but missed. “Watch out for the fire guys.” Nate jumped up and back upa bit . “You can’t even swing, I already got you.” Leo stood up brushing his pants off. “I wasn’t even ready.” Y/N laughs as Lucas pretend to be Leo. “Why are you laughing, it’s not even funny.” Leo looked angry at the two. “Having fun Mr funny guy.” Lucas nodded. “Yeah we are having fun actually.” He sat down and took a sip of his drink. Jack patted him on his shoulder. “It was a nice try tho.”

Leo was awfully quiet after the fight with Nate. He was watching the whole time Lucas and Y/N. They were roasting some marshmallows. “Do you want as well?” Y/N looked up and looked at Leo. “No thanks.” She then looked at Jack and Nate who were watching a video on their phone. “Yeah sure.” Y/N gave Jack a plate filled with roasted marshmallows. “We have some crackers in that bag if you want.” She pointed at a grocery bag, next to Leo. “Nate?” “Yeah why not.” Lucas filled a plate and gave it to him. She looked at me and raised the stick with the marshmallows. I nodded and she smiles happily. “Leo you sure you don’t want some?” Lucas asked while giving Y/N a plate for the marshmallows. “I’m sure, I don’t like marshmallows.” Y/N gave me a plate and stands up. “I can get you something else, I have these mini lays chips.” He shook his head. “I can get them for you if you want, I can look if I have someth….” “No! I don’t want anything. Are you deaf.” Y/N froze up on the spot, didn’t dare to move. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I want some from those mini chips.” Lucas said with a reassuring smile. She nods. “I’ll get them, be right back.” Her whole enthusiasm was gone. She walked with her head back into her house.

I was shooting daggers at Leo, who was just sitting and drinking from his drink. “I think you should apologise to her if she’s back.” I said while thinking a sip from my drink but not leaving my eyes of him. “Why, I told her three times I don’t want anything.” “You made her upset in her own house, you better apologise.” Leo raised his eyebrows at me. “And if I don’t apologise.” “I’ll make you apologise to her.” He laughs. “You wanna fight because of her?” I stood up, causing the rest to stand up as well. “Let’s go!” I started to pace around, feeling my anger rise up. “Nick she’s not worth fighting for, so just sit back and relax.” Before anybody knew I launched a good hook on his face, causing him to stumble back. Nate flew in front me, blocking my pathway. “Woah, easy brother. You can’t injure yourself, you have a fight next week.” Jack was blocking Leo’s way. “Fucking idiot!” Lucas walked a bit away from us. “Bitch, I’ll fight for her!” I tried to hit him again but Nate was in my way. “Move!” He held my shoulders. “Normally I would but you can’t Nick, not today.” Leo was swearing and pointing at me. I backed off a bit. “Easy Leo, you both had way to much alcohol.” Jack said while checking on Leo’s face, as blood was dripping down. “He’s a bitch, I’m not apologising to her.” Nate laughs at him. “Brother you should be glad he can’t fight your ass now, you would be dead already.” I looked down at my hand, a bit of blood was on it. I walked up to them ready to beat the fucker again. Jack saw it and tried to push Leo away from me. “Get of me!” Leo tried to come closer but Jack made it impossible. “Move.” I pushed Jack out of the way and started to hit Leo on his face. As he swings his hands around, hitting me now and then. Nate jumps on my back, pulling me away. “Your killing him.” His face was full with blood but so was mine. My hands were dripping with blood. “It’s enough now, both of you.” Jack said while cleaning up Leo’s face. He looked at me and smiles. “You like that don’t you. Hurting people.” I clenched my jaw as he tried to make me angry again.

“What happened?!” Y/N walks after Lucas with a first aid kit in her hands. “We had a fight.” Leo says with a smile on his face. “Oh my god, look at you two.” She walked over to Jack giving him some bandages. “Here, you take care of him.” She turned around and walked up to me. “Nick, what happened.” She kneels down in front of me. “Nothing.” She looked at Nate as he shakes his head. “Your covered in blood is not nothing.” “Is not my blood.” She stays quiet and cleans me up. Lucas was sitting and eating his mini chips. “You got one more?” Nate asked him. “Yeah, here.” He threw him a mini bag of chips. “Thanks.” Y/N cleaned up her mess and stood up. “Well I don’t care what happened but you both better apologise to each other.” Leo shakes his head. “I’m not a…” she pointed at him. “You better apologise Leo, I’m done with your shit. So you apologise to him, and Nick you apologise too.” She was furious. “Punching each other in my backyard, this is not the octagon. This is a no violence zone.” She walked away, back into the house. Leaving us surprised behind after her sudden outburst.

#ufc x reader #mma imagine #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #nick x reader #x reader #imagines #imagine #x y/n #y/n x character #x you #character x you #y/n imagines #y/n #reader x crush #reader x character #female reader #crush imagines #angst imagine

[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 5

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: jules, mentions of sex, mentions of infidelity, short.

a/n: i know this is short, but i felt like i needed to get something out. i’ll make the next chapter extra long to make it up to you all ;) i have two questions, do you guys think I should start a tag list? also, do you guys want smut next chapter or no? i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 1623

Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

i don’t own this gif

It felt like everything went back to normal after that. You hung out more with the trio and you stopped talking to Nate completely. The only thing- well two things were different. You stopped worshiping the ground Jules walked on and you and Elliot got a little closer… Actually, you got a lot closer.

You two were basically attached at the hip. Constantly chatting about different things like your favorite music and bands or why the fuck some bitch would ever think of the concept of inflation. Which brings us to now.

“Just print more money, there’s literally no reason why you can’t.” Elliot was exasperated. The concept of value is a man-made concept and doesn’t exist organically, I don’t get why we have to apply that to money.”

You laughed, “Value does exist organically and is a naturally occurring concept as proven by literally every animal and baby to ever exist. Besides, money is also a man-made concept.”

You two were walking to your next class, which just so happened to be Anatomy. Jules and Rue were nowhere to be found and were most likely just making out in the restroom. Elliot sighed, “ Whatever, have it your way.” You made a face and giggled which made Elliot smile softly. When you realized what class you were walking to, you groaned.

“I hate Anatomy.” You whined. Elliot chuckled at this and leaned in towards your ear. “If you want, we could learn Anatomy another way.” He whispered suggestively and pulled away while making a jerking motion with his hand. You blushed and laughed. “Fucking perv!” You pushed away and he started laughing. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of your classroom door.

“Well since you didn’t take my offer, we’re gonna have to sit through this boring ass forty five minutes class.” You groaned again. “I guess so.”

-

Jules decided, as always, that the four of you would be hanging out at Elliot’s place. Seeing as Elliot was the only one with a car, he had to drive you as well. “Jules Vaughn, you’re such a slave driver.” He whined as all of you walked to his car.

“That’s racist, Ellie. Rue is literally half black.” Elliot turned to her. “So am I.” You gave him a shocked look. “What?!” You half yelled. He turned around to you. “You didn’t know?” He seemed just as shocked as you were. “No! Your cousin is hispanic, so I thought you were as well.” Elliot seemed a little offended by this. “That’s the other half!” He shouted. Rue exploded in laughter and Jule was trying her best to keep her own laughter in. They didn’t know he was mixed either, but it was funny seeing your and Elliot’s reactions to this.

You were still shocked, “Wow… I know so little about you. Damn.” The car got quiet.

“Well you’re not exactly an open book either.” Rue cut in. Yeah, you two had grown up together, but it had been years since you last talked. It seemed like forever until Elliot pulled into his driveway. “No more heavy topics guys, agreed?” He turned around to tell the three of you after parking the car. You all nodded and got out of the car.

-

You were leaning against the window of Elliot’s room, eyes red and joint in hand. “Y/N, truth or dare?” Jules turned to look at you from across the bed. She was laying down with her head on Rue’s thigh. The position she was in made you giggle. “Truth.” You sputtered out between slow laughs. You were high as a kite.

“Woah don’t green out on me.” Elliot attempted to stop you, but he was just as high and started laughing too. Eventually Jules and Rue joined in and you four began feeding off of each other’s energy. The laughing fit lasted about three minutes, but it felt like forever.

Jules sobered up a bit and cleared her throat. “How many people have you fucked?” The question wasn’t surprising. Elliot and Rue were curious as well.

Your answer on the other hand, “None, I’m a virgin.”

Jules’ eyes widened and she sat up. “What?!” She practically yelled.

“There’s no way! Even Rue lost her virginity before we met.” You laughed again, more controlled this time. ”Well, I always told myself that if I lost my virginity, it was going to lose it to someone with a lot of experience.” You nodded to yourself. It was true.

Elliot chuckled, “Not even someone you loved?” You looked up at him and blinked. “Sex is sex and love is love. One doesn’t equal the other, you can be in love and have sex to show it, but you can also have sex and not be in love with the other person at all. I wouldn’t use sex to show affection, so I don’t think I would have sex with someone I loved if they had no experience.” You were babbling. You could’ve just said no, but you were always weirdly philosophical when high. Elliot nodded at this. “Well you could have sex with me.” He said this in a very nonchalant tone, like he was telling you about his day or some shit.

You turned your body towards him and smiled. Reaching your hands out to the bottom of his shirt, you tugged it up to reveal the button of his pants. “No take backs.”

“Woah, woah, there are two other people here.” Rue stopped you and you turned to her, pouting. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t have an orgy to support me at a vulnerable moment in my life such as losing my virginity?” Elliot had just been softly smiling at you this whole time and chuckled at your question. “Yeah, Rue Rue, friends support friends.” He pouted at her as well.

Jules pinched her thigh. “That’s a bad friend move, right there, Ruby.” She laughed. The laughing was a facade, the three of you were actually asking Rue if she would be down. Depending on her answer, you actually go through with it. Right here, right now.

“Y’all are crazy.” She laughed. That was the end of the conversation, she wasn’t down.

“But I don’t think I would mind watching Y/N get fucked…” Your eyes widened and you suddenly felt nervous. “Are you… Serious?” Jules asked gently and Rue nodded. “I mean yeah, if it made her feel more comfortable, I would be down.” Jules and Elliot high-fived and Rue raised a brow.

“Wait… Did you guys already talk about this?” Rue eyed Jules and Elliot. “No.” “Yeah.” They spoke at the same time. After processing what the other said, they glared at each other and Rue turned to you. You nodded, “Yeah, but neither of them knew about my virginity status, we just talked about the orgy.”

Rue nodded, she wondered when this conversation happened, but didn’t question it. She couldn’t complain, she was going to see you naked.

She may not be attracted to you romantically, but she did find you hot and tits were tits.

-

It took the rest of the day to plan out the orgy which was planned for Friday. Today was Monday which gave you a few days to sort out your nerves and prepare. Elliot had asked about your preferences in the ‘carpet area’ as he liked to call it, in which Rue rebutted with a ‘Just call it pubes.’ Elliot pulled a face.

“Don’t be so vulgar, Ruby.” He returned his attention to you and you sighed, “I don’t care as long as you're not completely bald.” Elliot gawked at this. You actually had a preference. “Well, unfortunately, it would be better for you to be completely bald, it makes it easier to clean fluids.” You nodded, this was getting gross.

“Are you on birth control?” Elliot rubbed your thigh and you nodded. You had been on birth control since you started high school. Elliot sighed almost in relief.

“That means I can cum on your pussy! With your consent of course.” He blurted out. Rue shook her head. “ Who’s the vulgar one now?” You laughed.

-

It was around 11 pm when you got a call from your mom. You were half asleep when you felt your phone vibrate beside your head. “Hello?” You answered, not expecting to hear yelling on the other side. “SHE’S NOT EVEN MY FUCKING DAUGHTER! WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT HER?!” Your mom’s voice carried through the speaker.

All four of you had been laying down in Elliot’s bed when you answered the phone. Elliot and Rue had been softly talking while watching you and Jules fall asleep. Elliot heard you answer the phone and stopped talking.

The yelling continued and you sighed. You had always known your mom wasn’t really your mom. Your dad had cheated on her when she was three months pregnant with their first child. They constantly argued about his infidelity and the stress eventually caused her to miscarry. There were complications with her uterus afterwards and caused her to become borderline infertile. Later he found out he got his mistress pregnant.

Your birth mom died in childbirth and your dad brought you to your mom in hopes that she would accept you as a replacement for the baby she lost, but she hated you. You were the reason her baby died.

She resented you, but she wasn’t one to abuse, so she ignored you. She eventually convinced your dad that if he didn’t do the same, she would leave him, so your dad did it too.

Elliot felt himself tear up for you and hung up the phone. He looked at you with concerned eyes and you just shrugged.

“I’ve always known.”

#elliot euphoria #elliot x reader #euphoria #jules vaughn #Rue Bennett #elliot fluff #elliot x jules #elliot x rue #elliot x y/n #euphoria imagine #elliot fanfic #elliot imagine #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs #rue x jules

[chainofclovers]

Ted Lasso 2x10 thoughts

GOOD GOD.

“No Weddings and a Funeral” is like being hungover but also coming out of a hangover. Having a terrible cold but also feeling better and appreciating every breath that comes through your nose. Embarking on an organizational project and accidentally falling into a photo album and crying about the pictures and organizing almost nothing tangible but making a few things more clear in your brain.

So much of this episode is about the AWFUL POINTLESSNESS OF DECORUM. How loud is too loud when you’re drinking stolen wine and shrieking about sex in a church right before your father’s funeral? How should you feel--thirty years later, as an accommodating, anger-averse person--about having been too angry to attend the funeral for your father who killed himself? What expression should you make when you show up really late to a different funeral? Why must you wear uncomfortable shoes just because someone died? What happens in your mind between standing up to give a eulogy for a man you’re still angry with and choosing to Rick Roll your mom and everyone else as an act of complicated love, humiliatingly incomplete until someone else starts to sing? Should you worry about your therapist seeing your normally tidy flat in a full-on state of depression mess? Is it okay to be offended that your boyfriend is so uncomfortable about death that he can’t stop making morbid jokes? Should you care about other people caring that you’re crunching an apple in church or squealing with joy to be reunited with a friend you’ve not seen in awhile? Are you obligated to explain your behavior if your kid doesn’t understand how you could stay with someone unfaithful? How far behind the counter should you sink when your [undefined relationship person]’s mother has just let you know she can see your dick through your underwear? Is a funeral reception an okay place to find a hookup? Is a funeral reception a decent spot for a break-up? Is a funeral reception a good time for a love confession when you know the person you’re confessing to is happy with someone else? And who do you make eye contact with when you can’t look directly at the person asking you if you’re okay when there’s so, so much about you she doesn’t know yet? Even if--for this tiny little moment within a vast swath of many okay and not-okay moments--you’re honest when you tell her that you are?

I fucking adored this episode because it answers all these questions very simply: Show up. Show up for yourself. Show up for your friends. Try not to harm yourself. Try not to harm your friends.

I love that this episode is about the messiness of adulthood and the things we bring with us from childhood and that it takes place partially in Rebecca’s childhood bedroom, and in Ted’s childhood memories. Dwelling in those places (whether physically or mentally) isn’t an automatic recipe for regression, but it does get everyone closer to the things that made them who they are, to the unresolved and half-buried parts of them that still make them tick today.

Forever obsessed with every single detail about Rebecca’s childhood bedroom.

Forever obsessed with Deborah’s decision to Rick Roll herself every single morning of her life.

Forever obsessed with Rebecca’s decision to Rick Roll her father’s funeral as a way to not have to make up a single word about her father and to do something very vulnerable and kind for herself and her mother and everyone.

Forever obsessed with Ted’s decision to Rick Roll Rebecca Rick Rolling her father’s funeral.

Forever obsessed with an entire found family backing it up.

I love that it is Isaac’s leadership that ensures every single member of the team attends the service for Paul.

I am very, very interested in Jamie’s love confession to Keeley because I do think it will spark some reflection in Keeley but I do not think it’ll go the cliched love triangle route.

Each scene with Rebecca and Sam struck (for me, a human being sharing a subjective perspective on the internet) the tender-awkward-beautiful-stressful chord I was hoping it would. I think it’s wonderful that Sam is honest with Rebecca about how difficult it is to keep their relationship a secret, and I love that Rebecca has a million mostly-unarticulated reasons for why she’d much prefer the secret to continue. I like that Sassy, Keeley, and Nora respond to the revelation as friends; they might be tempering their judgments in part because they’ve all gathered to bury Rebecca’s dad, but I don’t think their reactions would’ve been that different even on a happier occasion.

While there are a million and one different reasons why a continued relationship between Rebecca and Sam could cause serious ethical problems, I really love that when people share big news on this show, the people who care about them generally react by trying to see why the person is doing what they’re doing. Doesn’t mean they shouldn’t also hold each other accountable, but in my book it’s OK that Keeley’s first reaction was to feel happy that her friend is having some fun.

Also everyone has been making weird judgment calls this season, and this episode felt like a moment of real breakthroughs in terms of people telling the truth about things that happened to them and leaving themselves open to honest responses from others.

September 13, 1991. It’s so tenderly, beautifully, overwhelmingly meaningful that there’s still so much Ted and Rebecca don’t know about the things they have in common in these parallel lives they’re leading. The scene between Sarah Niles and Jason Sudeikis is so beautifully acted, and so is the scene between Hannah Waddingham and Harriet Walter. The way they intertwine to communicate that Ted and Rebecca basically lost the ability to trust their fathers simultaneously, from an ocean away? In the hands of lesser storytellers, it would feel too perfect a mirroring, but here it feels heartbreakingly imperfect. All the things they still don’t know. All the questions they try to ask each other. All the things they don’t dare ask yet. And then the storytellers are holding a candle up to all of it and letting the audience bask in the glow of this connection even if Ted and Rebecca can’t fully understand it yet.

I am so proud that Rebecca and Deborah were able to embark on the beginnings of a conversation about the ways Deborah and Paul’s relationship might have resembled or not resembled Rebecca and Rupert’s. It feels possible that they could get to a point where Rebecca truly internalizes her mother’s pride that she broke a cycle by leaving Rupert, and could maybe even understand why her mother made the choices she made. I love that in the final scene, they’re still relying on their old mother-daughter conversational patterns—the frustrations, the snippy shorthand, the passive-aggression. Mothers and daughters!

I am also proud that Ted—albeit via a joke about Sharon charging him for the house call—indicates that he understands the value of Sharon’s work. He’s changed a lot, all in realistic ways for someone who loves learning and really does want to meet people where they are and appreciate them. I’m very moved that instead of putting himself in a real harmful situation by showing up to the funeral on time at any cost, he did what he needed to do to take care of himself and accept care from someone else. And then Sharon’s suggestion that he think about things he loved about his father? And the way he’s able to share a positive memory of Rebecca’s own father at a time when she really needed it? Gosh.

Awkward, undecorous transition from 1991 to present-day incoming...but SASSY! She’s just, like, a whirling dervish of loyal friendship and not giving a fuck and penis size discussions and being casually, delightfully cruel to Rupert, who so deserves it. Rebecca was going on a real face journey when Sassy goes off with Ted at the end, and I’m sort of *eyes emoji* about all of that, but I continue to feel like Sassy is the most imperfectly wonderful friend-from-the-past kind of person and I love everything she and Nora get to do in this episode.

Keeley saying “That baby is whack” might be my favorite line in the episode? Maybe the whole show? Not really but really.

FUCK YOU, RUPERT. Bex and Diane, y’all are fine. And I truly feel for Nate...whatever scheme he’s getting suckered into. Whatever insecurity Rupert is preying on. I want Nate to go to therapy, too.

I feel like it was an unpopular opinion at the time, but I loved Rebecca’s 2x1 revelation about vulnerability and fear of getting hurt and needing to let someone love her. Sassy doesn’t always word things in the most nuanced way, but I think there’s a real possibility that she did ask Rebecca to really consider what it means to feel either safe or unsafe with a person but to know that in either circumstance, that person could end up causing her pain. Standing in that closet with Sam, managing to make it clear that she’s not asking for a break because she knows he will hurt her but because she has to figure out how to be with a wonderful person who could cause her pain...the growth, man. Makes me emotional.

I emerged from this episode feeling, of course, stunned by all the amazing parallels and revelations and beautiful acting and Rick Rolls and just, everything. I also emerged feeling sad/raw/tender because messiness and decorum and growth and coping mechanisms and death and dramatic irony and not knowing things about people and not knowing what you don’t know...it’s a sad, raw, tender place to be.

To quote a guy who got a whole sitcom (lol) named after him, life is real hard.

#ted lasso #ted lasso s2 spoilers #meta by me #ted lasso 2x10 #a lesbian watches ted lasso #lotta feelings in here y'all #cw suicide

[lilxberry]

Truth - Maddy Perez

Synopsis;

Maddy, during a party, was dared to pull quite the mean trick on you, who everyone seems to know had liked Maddy. What comes to follow certainly isn’t that of happy endings.

Warnings: Language. ANGST. 

Words: 1,243 (if only the 3 and 4 were switched lmao)

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Reader. Maddy Perez x Nate Jacobs.

(A/N: Here’s part 2 to Dare. I’m definitely doing a part 3 ‘cause I’m feeling iffy with how this ended. Plus I have ideas to where I can take this now.)

Part 1: Dare

_______________

After the embarrassment at the party during the weekend, you unfortunately still had to attend school today. You kept your head down in shame as you pass through the doors, not brave enough to meet anybody’s eye. It felt odd, being surrounded by so many people after isolating yourself from everyone for a few days.

As you walked along the hallways, heading towards the history class for first period, Maddy had her gaze set upon you. She felt a pang of guilt inside of her as she watched your form. She had only done the dare because Nate had roped her into the game. They had only recently gotten back together so she wanted to keep him happy.

The whole school had known of your feelings towards the girl and it appeared they had taken that knowledge and twisted it to fit into their sick game of Truth or Dare.

Maddy wouldn’t dare to speak of how she truly felt about you, especially when Nate is involved. Nate can become...violent when showing his possessive side and she knew that he would somehow hurt you as well as her if he even remotely felt he was losing Maddy to someone like you.

But Maddy’s secretive side stays as it implies. Secretive. 

Oh how she wished she could go up to you, apologise and confess how she truly felt but this isn’t the same sodding game that was played Friday, this was real shit with real consequences which she couldn’t afford to go through.

Maddy inwardly sighed as to not raise suspicion with her boyfriend whom is placed beside her by her locker. She collected what she needed, closed her locker quickly and headed to class, hand in hand with Nate. 

_______________

You had gone through most of the day without many issues. The old look you received from your peers, in pity or amusement, were a less frequent occurrence than you had imagined they be which shocked you.

That changed once lunch time rolled around. 

You made your way into the cafeteria like usual although more reserved, and sat at your usual table. You were halfway through your food when the large space had suddenly fell silent. Curious, you looked up and noticed Maddy heading towards you, just like that Friday at the party, a more sympathetic and sombre expression across her features this time.

“Hey. Can we talk?” If it wasn’t for the deathly quiet room, you’re almost certain you wouldn’t have heard her. 

You scoffed. “Not really in the fucking mood for conversating, Perez.” She had slightly flinch at the use of her surname being spat out with a venomous tone.

Maddy regained her composure and exuded confidence as she spoke. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer Y/N.”

You sighed as you realised the truth behind her words. If Maddy Perez was anything, it’s stubborn. You pushed your half empty tray forward as you stood up and made quick haste picking up your bag. 

She turned on her heel and strutted towards the exit of the cafeteria with great speed, you trailing behind. Just by the silence that still remained, you knew all eyes were on the both of you as you walked.

She had led you towards the parking lot and towards her car. Maddy unlocked her vehicle and motioned for you to get in. You inwardly groaned as you rounded the car to the passengers side and climbed in. You situated yourself on to the passenger seat, body slightly turned, ready for Maddy to speak as tries to get comfortable herself. 

Maddy finally broke the silence as she angled her body to face you. “I’m sorry. About Friday. It was a real dick move and I knew I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it would have fucked with you like that but I still went through with it and I’m sorry.”

You sat there silently, processing her words for what felt like hours but in actuality were only minutes. You sighed out before you looked her in the eye. “You never used to be like this, Mads. Ever since you started dating Nate, you’ve become this colossal bitch and I really fucking hate that. And I think you do too.”

Before she could utter a single word, you continued. “When I realised I liked you, it was before you changed into...this.” You motioned towards her with your hand. “I tried stopping whatever the fuck it was I was feeling for you but it didn’t fucking work. You were really fucking nice before Nate, Mads. It pissed me off to realise you changed so much for one prick who, by the way, does not treat you right.”

“I get it, okay! And I’m sorry! I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N.” Maddy exclaimed loudly, trying to show that she understands. You scoffed yet again at the words the girl spoke.

“I don’t think you do get it, not really. Shit, I was in love with you! What you did Friday was seriously fucked up! When everyone found out I liked you, I had so much shit off of people! I was even threatened by Nate when that shit came out, don’t you understand that?!” By this point, you were enraged at how the girl had made you feel. You noticed the steady flow of tears from her eyes and felt the build up of your own. 

“I hate you, Maddy Perez.” 

Those words wounded her to no end. Maddy had felt like she had been punched in the chest by Mike Tyson on repeat. Her heart had felt like it turned into fragile glass that had instantly shattered.

“You don’t mean that! You don’t mean that, Y/N!” She had began to sob as she shook her head vigorously, denying the existence of that hurtful sentence as much as she could muster. 

Maddy quickly grabbed your face surged herself forward whilst pulling you towards her, crashing your lips together. You quickly broke away from her. “What the actual fuck, Maddy?!” You looked at her in surprise, anger and, much to Maddy’s dismay, disgust. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?! What? Do you enjoy fucking with my head? HUH?!” 

You had wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, harshly cleaning your lips of her gloss mixed with tears. You swung the door open and quickly scrambled to get out. Maddy pleaded with you as you exited her car but her pleas fell upon deaf ears. You refused to listen. 

After she watched your form leave the parking lot and heading for the main gates through her blurred vision, Maddy released a guttural scream as she wailed in anguish over pushing you so far that you had eventually left.

Forcing herself to calm down, Maddy decided that she couldn’t go back in. Typing a quick text to Nate with trembling hands, she placed her phone on to her lap and began to drive home. 

‘not feeling too great rn, heading home. speak later xx’

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Nate looked down at his phone and his jaw clenched. He would have believed her if he hadn’t witnessed the whole ordeal between his girlfriend and yourself. He was pissed but he knew how to work the situation in his favour.

He believed Maddy was made solely for him and him alone. He wasn’t going to share and he wasn’t going to play fair. 

No one snatches what’s his and gets away with it. 

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I mean, Idek what to say about this

It could definitively be both better and worse. Y’all got to remember that I only started writing fics at the end of November PLUS I’m juggling this with college lmao

Anyway, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

#maddy perez #maddy perez x #maddy perez x reader #x reader #x fem reader #x fem #x female!reader #euphoria #hbo euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria fanfic #euphoria fandom #euphoria fanfiction #hbo #maddy perez fic #nate jacobs

[saintobio]

eee hi saint! It’s euphoria sunday, and I was wondering your opinions on some of the characters! (I was rooting for cassie so hard lmfao :,))

this season is hella messy tbh i’ve been getting more and more frustrated with some of the characters 😭

nate. fuck this man i don’t even have anything more to say. he’s sick and twisted. never liked him in s1 and i hope to god everything goes downhill for him in s2. he deserves to get beat by fezco all over again bc ik damn well what he’s abt to do to maddy next episode 💀 he’s really out here manipulating both cassie n maddy it’s disgusting ??

cassie. needs to stop thinking w her coochie. i really tried to understand her at first, i really did, but the fact that she continued to sleep with nate, tried to be like maddy 2.0, and is basically spiraling over a toxic white boy with daddy issues? she had the damn nerve to cry about being ignored by nate in school when she knew what she signed up for when she got involved with him 😷 it’s not just abt her betraying maddy. it’s abt her being a hypocrite, telling her best friend that she deserves better than her abusive ex yet she’s fucking that man every second she gets (i’m sorry i’m really angry at her character bc she reminds me of someone irl bsjsjds)

maddy. she did some questionable things last season lol but i love her this season and i hope she never gets back w nate. my heart’s breaking for her bc i was in the same position before (being betrayed by a friend and an ex) but like maddy is sooo much more confrontational than me so i’m really looking forward to seeing how she’s gonna handle this one!

lexi. my absolute favorite! lexi represents all the girls who feel like a side character to her own life. she doesn’t know where she belongs. she doesn’t think people take notice of her. yet she has the most imaginative mind. she’s silent and observational, and i really truly like how she uses writing as an avenue to express how she views everything around her (just like we writers do 😭). she’s the most relatable character and whatever she has going on with fez is honestly a breath of fresh air from all the drama.

jules and elliot. listen i was raging abt cassie n nate so much but after episode 4, all of my anger got shifted to these two. i change my mind abt elliot, i don’t like him now. at all. and i have a lot to say abt jules but i honestly just mostly hate how hypocritical she is. the truth or dare thing she pulled? had me irritated fr. the fact that she’s acting all jealous when she’s been grinding on elliot’s dick while rue’s not around.

ugh i could rant more especially abt rue but i just woke up and i can barely think straight so some of the things i said might not even make any sense lmaoo i do hope rue finds a way to get clean and learn to respect her mom bc that intro scene in ep 5 was so fucked up (but so sooo good zendaya is amazing). also i’m a lil sad to see kat not having many lines, although ik that’s bc she had an issue with sam during filming that’s why they cut most of her scenes. tumblr fanfic writer kat is such a mood tho 😹

#🖤: letters to saint #euphoria spoilers

[hacash]

ted lasso thoughts 2x07

ok. ok. ok let’s do this. ok.

OWCH.

ngl, this one was hard to watch. Nate has been my favourite main character from the get go and it is brutal to see him as we are - both because how he’s been treating other characters (Colin’s face when he insults him! Will’s hopeful little smile when he suggests the ‘Wonder Kid’ shirt!) and because it’s so obvious that what’s fuelling this behaviour is nothing short of some obviously crippling self-esteem issues and anxiety. 

And how many people want to slap Papa Shelley in the face right now? Your son gets on a national paper and you can’t even acknowledge it?

There were so many heartbreaking little moments that I think are showing the cracks - Nate spiralling when he sees one negative tweet, pulling a face at the craft box, the ‘you don’t inspire, you do the job’ clearly projecting from himself - and the fact that people just ain’t seeing the problems….argh. It’s so understandable and makes so much narrative sense that Nate would go from victim to bully, but that doesn’t make it easier to see. That being said: we’re in the dark forest, we knew it was going to hurt, and I’m willing to bet the show knows precisely what it’s doing.

Also that last scene being all off-screen? Damn fine directing.

Seriously, I have so much Nate meta atm and it keeps on coming, so apologies to my followers for that.

I’m massively revisiting my ‘rewatch Colin’s scenes for sheer entertainment value’ policy after this (but hey, we always have him rapping in 2x06) but that was fully mitigated by the apology hug. I personally didn’t see this as a ‘Nate publicly pressuring Colin to forgive him’ scene so much as a ‘Nate making himself vulnerable in front of the whole team and opening himself up to public reprisals from an entire team of footballers’ scene, and Colin’s grin and immediate cuddle with Nate definitely sold it for me.

Higgins and Rebecca took a back seat today, but the jazz scatting was hilarious. And I love that Higgins is now comfortable enough to take the piss (gently) out of Rebecca’s relationship fears. (Also ‘my marriage is the oxygen that gives me life?’ SIR.)

The smoking room and Higgins bringing along a pipe was a thing of beauty.

Oh TEDDDDD. Those therapy sessions were so good to see - even if I maintain that I would actually like, you know, to see some of the actual therapy and get a full breakdown of each of our characters’ deep emotional problems - but there’s so much you can see in Ted’s avoidance, his anger, his flight-or-fight responses. There’s a lot to unearth here, and we’re just scratching the surface.

For a character who I was fairly neutral on initially, Sarah Niles was fantastic in this episode - Sharon doesn’t change, exactly, she’s still the same professional, skilled therapist, but the subtlest changes in her voice and manner show that she’s here for Ted, that she’s providing a safe space. And I love how she provides a few glib phrases - ‘the truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off’ ‘to be your mentor, I also sometimes have to be your tormentor’ - for Ted because if there’s one thing he likes, it’s a bit of wordplay. The woman knows her audience!

Roy and Keeley’s argument and make up was really well written: it was great to see Keeley as more than the ‘fixer’ of sundry problems but dealing with her own stuff, and that bath was super fucking hot. I do think Keeley could have apologised to Roy for discussing their issues with pretty much everyone but the cleaning lady, but all in all it was a lovely storyline.

Also never has the phrase ‘he’s here, he’s there, he’s every fucking where’ been more appropriate.

‘Will, do you think you could take my name off my shirt and make it bigger?’ OH JAMIE. Even though he’s changed so much, I’m so happy that in other ways he really really hasn’t. And who had ‘Jamie inadvertently fixes Roy and Keeley’s relationship’ on their Ted Lasso bingo this week?

That scene with Sam and the boys checking his messages was pure *chef’s kiss*. I love that we have a little core crew now (Sam, Dani, Isaac, Colin, Jamie, Richard, Zoreaux, Jan, and Bumbercatch) with…uh something of a hivemind and about one braincell between them. Also how very dare Jamie and Rebecca not acknowledge Ratatouille as nothing short of cinematic poetry.

Still worried about Sam and Rebecca though!

ETA: how could I forget Trent Crimm: The Independent blatantly checking in on Ted?? I was beginning to miss this man and his beautiful hair.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #the little things

[queerbrujas]

I was set alight

pairing: morgan x eva navarro word count: 1.7k rating: T

read on ao3

today i bring you two emotionally unintelligent idiots sort-of realizing things... this is a fun way to play the M route, let me tell you.

Eva is quiet. Uncharacteristically so, all things considered: she has never been loud, not exactly, but her presence is never one to go ignored.

And yet when Adam praises her for her instrumental role in the successful mission, she acknowledges it with a nod and a half-smile—and she really is appreciative of the team leader’s recognition, by this point she has nothing but the utmost respect for his opinion—but she manages little else.

Even after the debrief with Rebecca, after they return to the Warehouse, she remains silent. Keeps grasping at a thought she can’t quite reach, one that has her frowning and keeps her from focusing on what happens around her.

The mission had gone well, yes. Far better than anyone had expected given the circumstances, but there had been that one moment—Eva purses her lips at the memory of it, at the tightness it creates in her chest without her permission. She can’t get it out of her mind, keeps ruminating on it because she doesn’t understand why it’s affecting her so much.

Morgan had been okay. It hadn’t been a particularly dangerous threat to the vampires—the DMB had been too diluted to truly affect them beyond mild disorientation, likely something the trappers had a limited supply of, obtained second- or third-hand—and yet it’s useless to try and push the ‘what if’ thoughts out of her mind.

In the end, she excuses herself (to concerned glances from Nate and Farah, but they don’t say anything—they know by now it’s pointless, and it’s been a long day for everyone). Morgan walks her to her room, as has become her habit.

(At first, she’d always bring up how it was an excuse to try and get her into bed; it likely was, but Morgan hasn’t said anything of the sort in a while. She does it now without explanation because it’s just what they do, a constant Eva finds herself admitting she would miss if it were gone—and there’s that thought again, something just out of reach.)

“Something on your mind?” Morgan asks as they reach the door to her bedroom, almost nonchalantly, almost as if she didn’t care about the answer, though Eva knows better: there’s a kind of intention behind the casualness in her voice that she has come to recognize. One that would usually make her smile, but not today.

Eva shakes her head, avoids Morgan’s eyes—she knows what she would find in them, anyway. “Just tired.”

“You’re lying,” comes the immediate response, almost automatic. There’s no venom in it, but neither is there any willingness to let her get away with what she knows—what they both know—is bullshit.

She should have known Morgan would call her out on it. She always does.

Eva bites her bottom lip. It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk about it (talking about things with Morgan is easy, easier than it has ever been with anyone, mostly because there is so little that needs to actually be said), but she just wouldn’t know where to start.

She dares a glance back at Morgan and oh, that’s a mistake. It’s a mistake because she can’t look away now, drawn into the storm of her grey eyes—it’s a look she’s seen on her sometimes, a look that leaves her both hot and cold at the same time. Morgan is easy to talk to except when she isn’t, when she looks at her like that and leaves her speechless and scrambling for words that all her education and all her languages are not enough to find.

(It’s a mess, Eva’s mind is a mess. Too many feelings just on the edge of understanding and too many thoughts she can’t make sense of.)

And still she can’t give her anything but the truth.

“I was just thinking about what happened. With the DMB. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

Morgan’s eyes widen for a second before they narrow again, and she takes a step closer towards Eva—always in her space, as long as she knows she’s welcome in it (and she is, she is, Eva doesn’t know when it happened but being too far from her feels stranger now than being too close).

“Sweetheart, I’m fine.” Morgan’s voice is softer, lower. She raises her hand to hook a finger under Eva’s chin—she doesn’t have to tilt her face so their eyes meet, they’re the same height, but it’s more about the contact, in the end. “I’m always fine.”

No, that’s not true.

“You weren’t fine when we got Sanja back from the trappers.”

The words come out of Eva’s mouth almost too quickly, almost unconsciously. Morgan immediately frowns.

“Hey.” Her fingers grasp Eva’s face more tightly and her voice becomes a razor that cuts through the air, but Eva knows the sharpness is not directed at her—it’s never at her. “If you’re blaming yourself for that—”

Eva shakes her head before Morgan can finish speaking. “I’m not.”

It’s not guilt that has her flashing back to that moment so often: she did what she had to do, she made the right choice for the mission (and would do it again, is how that sentence should end, but even she is aware that's not true).

“But I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

Morgan's hand falls away, and there it is, again, that examining gaze. Again that feeling of burning underneath it, but Eva is nothing if not stubborn, and she stands her ground.

“I can take hits, Eva. I heal.”

It’s meant to be dismissive, Eva knows that. It’s meant to be ‘I’m a vampire, get with the program’. But the warmth underneath the words is unmistakable (to her, at least, now that she has learned to read it), as is the use of her name, something Morgan never does unless she’s being serious.

And yet—

“That’s not the point,” Eva snaps. Of course Morgan can heal, of course she can take hits. This is what she has been trying to tell herself all day, that there’s no reason for her to be worried or for her to feel like this at all, but it doesn’t help the hollowness in her chest.

And instead of arguing, or walking away from the conversation, Morgan just looks—uncertain. Something storm-dark that Eva can’t recognize clouds her eyes and it takes her a moment to ask, in a whisper that seems to stay suspended in the air, “Then what is?”

Well, the point is—the point is—

What even is the point?

The point is so far out of Eva’s reach she can’t begin to look for words to describe it, has no clue where to start: nothing sounds right, nothing sounds like the way she feels. Nothing sounds like the way her throat constricts at the thought of Morgan being hurt again, healing ability be damned, or like the way tension eases out of Eva’s body as soon as they’re touching, like something is off-balance with the world if they’re not.

The point is that words are impossible but the need to say, to do something burns, the urgency and the feeling that this is important and if she doesn’t manage to convey just how important then something, something might break.

The point is that they've drifted so close to each other Eva is suddenly aware of every freckle on Morgan's face, of the way her frown seems to pull at every line on it (she wants to smooth it out, she realizes). Of the way her lips have remained slightly parted after speaking and the heavy, heavy weight of that grey gaze is fully, entirely focused on her.

She’s not sure what does it. It could be any one of a number of things, the warmth of her breath or the look in her eyes or anything, anything. But it's the easiest thing in the world to lean the slightest amount forward, close the few inches of distance between them and it just feels like something she should be doing.

(It's not like she hasn't wondered before what kissing her would be like—it would have been impossible not to, at least in passing, when Morgan had made her physical interest in her so abundantly clear—but the desire to give in has never been as overwhelming as it is now.)

Morgan makes a sound when their lips meet—the contact is soft and it is too much and it is electric, even as it remains gentle. It stirs a fire within Eva she hadn’t realized could ever be there, and before she knows it Morgan’s lips are moving against her own, too, and her hands are buried in the soft, soft strands of Morgan’s hair and how the hell has she gone this long without this—

This, this is how it should feel. This is exactly what she means, what she'd been wanting to say without ever finding the words.

They break apart once, twice, and each time they find each other’s lips again; the warmth of Morgan’s hands has drifted to Eva’s waist and she pulls her closer, closer. Eva can’t imagine wanting this to end—

But eventually, she pulls back for air, air that she needs, still, even if Morgan doesn’t. She rests her forehead against Morgan’s, breathless, lightheaded, and her hand still rests on the back of her neck. “I think that’s the point. Fuck.”

Morgan looks the way Eva feels—her eyes are wide, and her breathing is even heavier. Her hands tighten on Eva’s waist and she swallows, opens her mouth and then closes it again, seemingly lost for words. (Eva knows the feeling.)

Morgan lifts a hand to Eva’s face, the touch featherlight and tentative as she drags her thumb across Eva’s bottom lip, and Eva wants to kiss her again, wants to say so many things she still doesn’t have the words for.

Morgan’s voice is soft and like it’s coming from miles away when she says, “You should get some rest, sweetheart.”

She draws back—and there is hesitation in her when she does, Eva is sure of this, but she herself is too out of it to say anything, do anything. Morgan looks at her as though she doesn’t know what to do, but in the end, she runs a hand through her hair and turns away.

“I’ll see you later.”

Right. Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.

#the wayhaven chronicles #qbwrites #qbwritestwc #oc: eva #twc morgan

[writer-ish]

I love your fics so much! The Mason ones are utterly amazing 🤩

As for my ask: the touching prompts and Mason can you do 37+50?

prompt: putting their head on the other’s chest / putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up pairing: mason x detective (grace bennett) word count: 1.5k | rating: T (language) author note: you are so sweet. ☺️ thank you sm and thanks for the prompt love! hope you enjoy. 

☾☾ touching prompts

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It wasn't that the meetings were boring, per se.

Consolidation after a patrol was a necessity in Grace's eyes. It wasn’t like they all walked through the same streets and alleys together, arms linked, the five of them patrolling in tandem. Nate usually went one way, Adam another. Felix would decide who he wanted to join or if he felt like taking his own route.

And that would leave her and Mason.

She tried, once, to tell him that she didn't need him to patrol with her. They'd cover more ground separately, of course. That much seemed obvious. And before Unit Bravo had arrived, she had been made detective of their small town's police force, which had to count for something—had to speak to some level of ability; of skill.

But the absolutely withering look he gave her upon that suggestion shut down any further discussion on the matter.

Plus, and here was the real problem, the crux of the issue—the truth was, if she were being honest with herself... she liked having him on patrol with her.

It felt like a betrayal of her sex to admit that she felt—safer with him around. But for all her capabilities (admittedly most of which were intellectual and not so much physical or combat-oriented), the idea of having someone to patrol with, a protector, was—

Well, it was nice.

Of course she would never, ever admit that out loud. She could barely admit it in the sanctity of her thoughts.

But ever since life had changed for her in Wayhaven, and supernatural occurrences had become the norm, and her life had been put in danger (more than once), it seemed, at the very least, prudent of her to have the extra support wherever available.

And anyway, they were partners. If not in anything else, they were partners for the Agency. And the patrol - they did that together.

Which brought Grace back to the present moment.

The meeting.

Every time the unit patrolled, they would meet together briefly afterwards to discuss anything unusual they had seen, offer up any suggestions for future patrols, or coordinate routes or sites that may be more fruitful or beneficial in the future. There was always a plan, an ultimate goal, and each member of Unit Bravo, including their human liaison, wanted to ensure that their patrols were as efficient as possible.

Which was all well and good, fantastic really, except for one small thing.

Grace was fucking exhausted.

Months of working for the Agency, of patrolling with UB and then waking up a few hours later and doing her other job, her “real” job, for a seemingly endless amount of time, only to come home and cat nap and then do it all over again—it was taking its toll.

The vampires were fine, because of course they were; they were fucking vampires. Sleep was a suggestion. A novelty. A lark.

But Grace was tired.

At this particular post-patrol gathering, she had tried exceptionally hard to focus. Adam said they were going to keep it short, but it had already been twenty minutes and he was still going over a detour in his route that he felt would be beneficial.

Mason sat beside her on the arm of the chair she was sitting in, a high-backed, extra plush thing, that was somehow incredibly conducive to sleep and also horribly uncomfortable.

He was flicking his lighter open and closed as he listened and she lightly tapped his thigh with the back of her hand to get him to stop, feeling her eyelids grow heavier with each passing second.

He looked down at her and took a second to absorb her expression, before looking over sharply at Adam and barking:

“Hey, how about we wrap this shit up—?”

His words were unceremoniously cut off by Grace’s hand over his mouth.

She felt the sharp intake of breath he took as he glanced at her in surprise, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring.

Sheepishly she took her hand off his mouth and said softly, “No, I’m fine.” She then turned to Adam, who looked puzzled, and glanced briefly at Nate who seemed concerned and Felix, who was clearly amused. “It’s fine, Adam, continue please.”

Adam looked at her assessingly, before giving a brief nod and continuing. “As I was saying, if we veer northwest here and go around the park...”

Grace settled back in the chair and looked up to catch Mason still staring at her, narrow and intent.

What? she mouthed.

He pointed at her and then closed his eyes and lolled his head to the side, an exaggerated tableau of sleep.

She bit her lip to keep from giggling and shook her head, re-focusing on Adam.

Within seconds, her focus was cut short once more as she felt Mason drop down from the arm of the chair and wriggle in the seat beside her. They barely fit side by side, so she had to make room for his leg under hers as he squirmed his way closer to her.

Felix was watching them now, giddy with his amusement. Nate kept glancing over and looking away quickly. Adam was tracing a line on the map of Wayhaven in their common room and hadn’t seen the mute commotion just yet.

Soon, Grace was situated, essentially on Mason’s lap much to her chagrin, her head tucked into the admittedly very comfortable nook where his pectorals met his deltoids. He brought his hand up to toy with her hair lightly and he was so warm, so comfortable—just an unbearably pleasant extension of that safety and familiarity she felt with him when they were patrolling together.

She could feel his heart beat, a steady gentle thud under her ear. Could smell him, his unscented laundry detergent, and something else—something masculine and sweet, earthy and smoky and just intrinsically him—that scent that had already infiltrated her pillow and her top sheet and her favourite jacket—

That feeling, imbued with his scent, and with the gentle pressure of his hand that had moved from her hair down to her thigh, was like a sedative for her soul.

Of their own volition, drawn by a power she could no more easily control than she could the setting of the sun or the moon rising, her eyelids drooped down, down, down until her eyelashes brushed her cheeks.

Within seconds, her breathing evened out and soft snores filled the room.

Adam paused and turned away from the map to take in the new and unusual noise.

Mason watched with hooded eyes, daring him to make a comment. To say a word about their position or - he felt his canines tingle, a rumble deep in his throat - to try and wake her.

Instead, Adam looked resigned. Regretful, almost.

“She is tired,” he said simply as he regarded her.

Felix and Nate looked over as well, various iterations of affection and sympathy over their faces.

“We forget, sometimes,” he continued, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest, “that she is a human among us. She does not have the stamina we do.”

“She works hard,” Mason couldn’t help but say, deliberately keeping his voice soft. “She works herself to the bone for this town. These ingrates,” he ended on a semi-snarl. “And then does it all again at night for the Agency.”

“She enjoys her work,” Nate responded pragmatically. “Though she could probably benefit from more rest time.”

“There is too much going on right now for rest.” Adam stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Though, I suppose, it’s alright if she rests for the moment.”

“Plus, I wouldn’t move her from Mason’s lap right now unless you want your head torn from your body,” Felix cackled, leaning back gleefully in his chair.

Mason shot him a stare that could wither a cactus and Felix bit his lip, still hiding a smile.

“Do you want to continue, Adam?” Nate asked. “Or should we call it a night?”

Adam looked thoughtful. “As long as she is comfortable, let’s finish up. Mason can fill her in later.”

“Oh, I’ll be happy to fill her—shh, shh shut up!” he cut his own vulgarity off with a hiss as Nate loudly groaned and Felix’s cackles unleashed themselves further. He glared at everyone. “I’ll tell her what you said,” he muttered finally, nodding towards Adam. “Let’s just get this over with.”

As Adam droned on, Mason couldn’t help but look down at the detective, her soft snores and steady heartbeat a familiar litany to his ears these days. He felt the soft firmness of her thigh under his splayed fingers. Felt the rush of air on his chest as she breathed in and out. Watched her rosy lips pout in sleep, the crescent of her dark eyelashes on a lightly freckled cheek, a light brown strand of hair flopping over one closed eye.

Her hand had come up to rest under her chin, fingers loosely curled. Absently, he brushed the hair back from her forehead and then, again without giving much thought to it, he brought his pointer finger up to stroke the soft inside of her palm gently. Her fingers jerked reflexively and closed, holding him there securely.

He felt a tug come from somewhere deep in his chest at the sight of her holding his finger like that. It felt so trusting, so innocent, this simple unconscious gesture. As though, even in sleep she wanted to keep him close.

Shaking his head abruptly to rid himself of the intrusive and unexpected thought, he renewed his focus on Adam—no, Nate, who was now talking.

He left his hand in hers, though.

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[another-bloody-multimuse]

True Intentions

So, the latest Pokemon Masters event gave me Feelings, and therefore I had to write something for it.

Needless to say, this contains Pokemon Masters event spoilers, verbal/mental abuse, and one reference to physical child abuse.

And in case the “read more” breaks, this is also tagged as a long post.

N stepped into the cave, his heart thudding. He could see the oh-so familiar cloaked figure in the distance, and he swallowed hard. He was not alone, for which he was very grateful, but companionship was not doing much to assist his nerves. 

‘You’re sure about this?’ his companion dubiously asked. In Nate’s opinion, N was making a huge mistake, and it was not yet too late to turn back.

‘Yes. This is the answer I’ve come to. I’m sure,’ N insisted, and Nate held back a sigh. Damn it. ‘...Thank you for coming with me, though.’

‘It’s fine,’ Nate replied. ‘I wouldn’t want you to go and see him alone.’

‘Mmmm,’ N murmured. He knew only too well that Nate had a point. ‘We need to be careful when dealing with a man like… him.’

N had tripped over his words. He was uncertain how to refer to the man they were meeting. “Ghetsis”? “Father”? As much as he wanted to call the man “Father”... it was too soon. Much too soon for that.

‘I’m still a little worried,’ N confessed, after a pregnant pause.

‘Yeah, well no matter what happens, I’m on your side,’ Nate promised.

‘Thank you…’

Any further conversation was cut off,  by a sudden interruption. 

‘N! You’ve come to see me!’ a voice called out. For a moment, N froze; when they entered, Ghetsis had his back to them. His and Nate’s conversation had been in whispers, and he had assumed Ghetsis had not seen them yet. 

He shook himself out of his reverie, his face calm, stoic, as he turned to lock eyes once again with the man he called Father, his abuser.

At least in appearance, Ghetsis had not changed. N sincerely hoped that was the only thing that remained static. Incredibly tall, Ghetsis towered over those he met, and his own son was no exception. He still used a cane. N’s gaze lowered to the gloved hand that held onto it, as his mind helplessly wandered to thoughts of what was hidden beneath the cloak. Was Ghetsis’ health the same? Had it improved? Or perhaps worsened?

That was the most likely scenario; Ghetsis always had a great love of expensive wines, scotches and other such alcoholic drinks, and it had taken its toll on him. Combined with one arm, the nerves permanently damaged by his Hydreigon, Ghetsis was an incredibly unhealthy man. 

N lifted his head, staring his father in the eyes. One was still covered, and the other just as vividly scarlet as he remembered. It was difficult for him to maintain eye contact, but he forced himself to push through it. 

‘I’ve come to let you know my answer,’ N declared. He had taken a quiet, deep breath in before speaking, to ensure his voice would not wobble, nor crack.

His head had been spinning, ever since Ghetsis initially approached him. Wanting to be a father to him again…

Though in order for him to be a father “again”, he had to have been one before. N knew that, deep down. But it was a thought he tried to keep pushed to the back of his mind. 

‘Let’s send out our Pokemon,’ N added, when Ghetsis remained silent, just observing him. 

Zekrom and Kyurem were both released from their Pokeballs, two thirds of the Tao Trio coming eye to eye with one another again for the first time in years. 

‘Well? What’s your answer?’ Ghetsis demanded. Still so impatient. 

‘...I don’t think it’s possible for us to become a true father and son so easily…’ N cautiously replied. His nerves were threatening to spill over, and he grabbed the brim of his cap. Something to focus on, while under his father’s scarlet gaze. ‘But… if you’ve really had a change of heart, and are seriously prepared to face people and Pokemon, then… maybe one day, it will be. That’s why I need you to show me that you have love in your heart -’

Ghetsis, the lower half of his face hidden by his incredibly high collar, clenched his jaw together tightly. How the fuck was he going to do that?

‘- through battle!’

Oh. The former Plasma leader relaxed. That was alright, then.

‘Father!’ The word escaped N’s lips, as he called out to the man before him. Ghetsis’ eyes slid shut.

‘I am grateful you’ve given me this opportunity…’ he started, his voice soft. N’s demeanour changed a little - Ghetsis was accepting what he said? Then maybe, just maybe, he had been telling the truth, after all! If Ghetsis could work on his issues, and treat those around him like human beings, and N himself like one, instead of an extension of Ghetsis, then -

‘Thank you for this chance.’ Ghetsis’ voice pulled N out of his thoughts again. The Plasma leader’s face twisted into a wicked grin, as he leant forward on his cane, a malicious glint in his eye. ‘To capture Zekrom for myself!’

No. No, please, God, no -

‘What?’ N gasped. The words left him winded, as though Ghetsis had struck him with his cane.

And it was a feeling he remembered all too well.

‘Now! Restrain Zekrom!’ Ghetsis commanded, his voice thunderous, as N tried to wrap his head around what was going on.

How could you be so stupid? Of COURSE Ghetsis was going to betray you, it’s what he DOES! the former king mentally chastised. How could he have been taken in so well? How, even now, with years free from Ghetsis’ influence, could he still be so easily manipulated? 

As Ghetsis slammed his cane down on the rocky ground, several unfamiliar figures in black and white masks suddenly leapt out, having been waiting for Ghetsis’ signal. More Pokeballs were flung into the air, as more Pokemon were sent out, between N and Ghetsis. 

Crackles of electricity zapped around Zekrom, the giant legendary held in place. N had frozen up again, feeling helpless, lost for what to do. 

‘Zekrom!’ he cried. 

‘It can’t move,’ Ghetsis said, a sinister chuckle coming forth. ‘I took special measures to use Pokemon that can hold it in place.’

N’s hands clenched into tight fists, shaking. How could I be so stupid? The entire thing had been a scam. Not only had Ghetsis prepared his Hydreigon to counter his team, not only had he made sure the Shadow Triad had Pokemon that could take down Zekrom, he had now done the same thing again on Pasio, to ensure he got what he wanted!

And like a fool, I fell for it, N’s mind traitorously whispered. 

‘What d’you think you’re doing?!’ Nate angrily snapped. He looked as though, if the Pokemon were not there, he would run at Ghetsis and try to physically attack him. 

‘I can’t believe you’d actually do such a thing…’ N’s voice was flat, hollow, belying the deep sense of betrayal that was rooting him on the spot. 

‘Of course I would!’ Ghetsis taunted, cackling. In typical Ghetsis style, he seemed to be relishing rubbing salt into the wound. When he spoke again, his voice was a disdainful sneer, not making the slightest effort to mask his contempt for his own child. ‘I only put on that ridiculous act so that I could get my hands on Zekrom! That is all you’re worth to me! As if we could be a true family! Me? With a freak like you?!’

N’s jaw was clamped tightly shut, only barely managing to contain an outburst of pain at Ghetsis’ words. He had heard that insult too many times.

“He’s nothing more than a freak without a human heart!”

“DON’T TALK LIKE A PERSON, YOU FREAK!”

He had lost count of just how many times that word had been wielded like a weapon against him throughout his entire life. Every time he had attempted to talk to his father, particularly about his ability to talk to Pokemon, it had always gone the same way.

And that was no doubt the reason why, as an adult, he was still being called a freak. Because Ghetsis had always refused to believe his claims. 

The fight had left N, and he did not bother to counter his father’s harsh words. But Nate was livid. 

‘How dare you play with N’s feelings like that?!’ he yelled, launching his Pokeball into the air, Braviary bursting from it. ‘I’m going to help N protect Zekrom!’

With an instruction to attack, and N still paralysed, Nate began to battle the Team Break grunts that had gathered under Ghetsis’ command, and easily took them down. As the last opposing Pokemon fell, Ghetsis’ expression twitched, ever so slightly. 

‘...Not bad,’ he conceded. ‘I can feel your anger!’ And it fuelled him.

‘Next is the pair holding down Zekrom!’ Nate declared. The Team Break trainer in question looked concerned as Nate attacked again. 

‘That’s enough.’

A new, commanding voice interjected, as yet another Pokemon appeared. The sleek, yet threatening form of Mewtwo landed between Ghetsis and Team Break, and N and Nate, pushing the latter two back. Mewtwo extended one arm, launching a hard blast of psychic power, taking Braviary down. Trying not to panic, Nate recalled his Pokemon before it could hit the ground, as N gawped at the newcomer.

‘Is… is that…?’ His voice trailed off, his eyes wide in horror when he recognised his father’s ally. 

‘Stay out of my way,’ Giovanni warned, his voice a low snarl. He looked almost exactly as N remembered. He had not seen anything of Team Rocket himself, not even on the news; Ghetsis had done too good a job when Team Rocket were around, of keeping N secluded and ignorant of the outside world. But the boy had heard things from his sisters, and done his own research since escaping Team Plasma. 

This Giovanni did not look too dissimilar to the man he had seen in photos. Perhaps a little older, his face slightly more lined. A few flecks of grey in an otherwise jet black head of hair. But the biggest difference, was the symbol emblazoned on the breast of his jacket. Not a red R, but multicoloured. Reds, yellows, greens and blues, one colour transforming into the other. 

Rainbow Rocket Giovanni rolled up a sleeve. In doing so, he revealed not just the fact that his arm was so heavily tattooed that his skin colour could not be seen, but more importantly, the Mega Bracelet enclosed around his wrist. 

‘Giovanni?’ N questioned, as the man in question approached, coming to a stop beside Mewtwo. ‘W-What are you doing here?’

The realisation that an already bad situation had just gotten worse caused N’s voice to crack. Which in turn made Ghetsis smirk. N was afraid. Good.

‘I just so happened to meet Ghetsis, while recruiting Team Break members,’ Giovanni explained. The apparently leaderless team had been like a gift for him. Already organised, already with their own Pokemon, all they needed was someone to take them under their wing. Someone to guide them.

And who better than Giovanni?

‘He told me all about his plans. And if he’s able to get his hands on your Zekrom, then that works out perfectly for me.’

In just getting him this far, this Ghetsis had already proven himself to be much more useful than the one he had already met and recruited into Rainbow Rocket. But, Giovanni was a smart man. He knew that the Rainbow Rocket Ghetsis had already tried to manipulate him, and was absolutely prepared for the current Ghetsis to try and do the same. Ghetsis no doubt had his own hidden agenda, but he was certainly not the only one. 

‘Yes, so I should thank you for gathering these pawns, and sharing your information with me,’ Ghetsis smirked. ‘I’ll be sure to return the favour. Now, our preparations are complete! I will soon possess a legendary that combines two powers!’

‘No…!’ Nate gasped. 

‘The fusion of Kyurem and Zekrom…’ N murmured, the memories of the exact same thing happening before flying through his mind. 

‘Watch this moment closely!’ Ghetsis cried out, as he approached the trapped Zekrom, Giovanni keeping close behind him. 

‘Zekrom!’ N called.

‘Ghetsis, don’t do it!’ Nate added. He knew too well that there was no way Ghetsis would listen, but without his Pokemon and badly outnumbered, there was not much else he could do. 

‘Kyurem! Absorb Zekrom, use Absofusion!’ Ghetsis ordered, an unhinged, determined grin set upon his face. 

‘Now’s my chance,’ Giovanni quietly said, watching the scene intently. He snapped his fingers. ‘Do it.’

Mewtwo reappeared, floating in the gap between the two other legendaries, facing Kyurem down. 

‘What the -?’ Nate spluttered. N looked similarly taken aback.

‘They stopped them from fusing?’ he questioned, not entirely certain whether he believed what he was seeing. 

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Ghetsis spat, glowering at Giovanni. He slammed his cane on the ground again. ‘Giovanni!’

‘Well, you see… I too have a plan,’ Giovanni replied. ‘I know how you operate, Ghetsis. Perhaps a little too well, and the way I see it, once you have both of these legendaries under your command, your next move will be to secure more pawns to make use of. And as these Team Break members answer to me, I know that it’d be me you target next.’

Ghetsis remained silent, teeth bared. As Giovanni observed him, he could see that he had been completely right. Granted, it would not have been out of character for Ghetsis to lie, and claim he had nothing of the sort planned, but he surmised Ghetsis would only have done that if he were calmer. And the ex Plasma leader, as he was currently, looked apoplectic with rage. 

Ghetsis’ raging, hateful silence was the only answer Giovanni required.

‘So, I intend to take Kyurem and Zekrom before that can happen!’

‘How cunning,’ Ghetsis hissed. ‘But it’s too little, too late.’

More masked members of Team Break appeared, again, on Ghetsis’ cue, standing beside him, as Giovanni’s eyes widened, just for a second. 

‘What?’

‘You are not the only one who has a talent for convincing people to join you,’ Ghetsis gloated. ‘I am more than capable of that, too! A faction of Team Break is already under my command!’

Oh, shit. This was not what Giovanni had in mind. He knew exactly what Ghetsis was planning, yet the son of a bitch still out-witted him!

Despite his inner panic, the Rainbow Rocket leader’s expression continued to be a smug grin, as though it was all a game they were playing. He would be damned if he was going to let Ghetsis know that he was rattled.

‘I guess I underestimated you after all,’ he admitted. ‘In that case… Mewtwo, get them!’

‘Rise! We must defeat Giovanni!’ Ghetsis roared. 

‘...So they’ve broken their alliance,’ N mused, as more Pokemon were sent out. With the attention mostly taken off Zekrom, N felt he could breathe a little more easily. ‘...I suppose they were never actually allies in the first place… 

‘I want to help Zekrom, but there are way too many Pokemon over there…’ Nate fretted. 

‘Go, Volcarona!’ 

Another new voice entered the fray, as a familiar Volcarona appeared over N’s head, striking the Team Break Pokemon. As they were knocked out, N and Nate spun around on their heels to see the former champion, Alder Castillo, striding forward. He was staring directly at Ghetsis, his expression set into a look of grim determination, with a young redhead behind him. 

‘Alder! Silver!’ Nate greeted, a wave of relief washing through him to have some backup. 

‘I had an unpleasant feeling that something bad would happen,’ Alder stated. The sensation of foreboding had been with him ever since he learnt Ghetsis was back. He knew that N had been ambivalent about forgiving him, and having a proper father and son relationship with the man again. And Alder did not want to completely squash his hopes of that happening. He had been direct with stating that he did not trust Ghetsis, but seeing the look of utter defeat in the young boy’s eyes, Alder had to wonder just what he had missed. That maybe he had not been severe enough. Perhaps he should have explicitly told N not to trust his despicable excuse for a “father”, even for the faintest fraction of a second. ‘I’m glad we made it in time. We took care of the Team Break members at the entrance, but reinforcements are on their way right now! We need to get out of here!’

Silver, the young redhead, was not paying any attention to Alder. Nor was he even paying any attention to Ghetsis. No, his gaze was firmly on Giovanni, and his expression was one of hatred. 

‘Oh?’ Giovanni questioned, glancing over. He was uncertain how to react, so he kept the same usual smug demeanour. This boy was not his Silver, but was a Silver. And clearly things had gone the same way between him and his Giovanni, as they had in the Rainbow Rocket leader’s timeline. 

‘I have more important things to worry about right now, than him,’ Silver declared, without giving one single fuck about the fact that his voice was loud enough for Giovanni to hear. Not that Giovanni seemed bothered. He was used to it from his own Silver. ‘Come on, hurry up!’

Now freed, N turned back to the rest of the group to see Zekrom land before him.

‘I’m so glad you’re okay…’ he murmured, relief sparkling in his eyes.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ Nate urged. 

Sensing that the situation was no longer in their favour, the Team Break grunts who had followed Ghetsis began to retreat, much to his annoyance.

‘Tch… Worthless fools,’ he growled. 

‘Now that a former champion has arrived, I suppose I have no choice but to give up on Zekrom,’ Giovanni decided. For now. ‘Kyurem, on the other hand, will be mine.’

‘I warned you before…’ Ghetsis started, his voice dripping with rage, before suddenly ramping up to a scream, ‘NOT TO UNDERESTIMATE ME!’

The cane struck the ground, as Kyurem roared. Alder winced at the noise, but Giovanni seemed unbothered. A snap of his fingers later, and he was gone, along with Mewtwo. Alder glanced back, seeing N approach, and noticed how the boy looked mentally exhausted. It was no surprise, Alder guessed that N must felt like he had been put through the wringer.

Because he had been. He was about to speak up, to try and reach out to N, when Nate interrupted with another insistence that they should leave. He was right, the less time they spent in the cave, the better. Giovanni might have been gone, but there was still Ghetsis to contend with. 

N stopped before he reached Alder and Nate. And, without breathing a word, he turned his back, and strode over to his father. 

‘...What?’ Ghetsis questioned, a look of annoyed confusion on his face. N refused to clarify, but stayed by his side. 

‘What are you doing? Just leave him!’ Silver irritably told N.

‘Yes, what are you doing?’ Ghetsis agreed, clearly as baffled as his son’s friends. 

‘...I want to save Kyurem, regardless of whose Pokemon it is. Even if that means I have to help you...’ N finally answered, without looking at any of them. Part of him had to wonder what the hell he was doing, siding up with Ghetsis, after how Ghetsis had betrayed him, insulted him, and openly laughed about it. He told himself that he was not doing this for Ghetsis’ sake, or even his own.

This was for Kyurem.

‘...I won’t call you my father, Ghetsis.’ That was fine with the Plasma leader. His skin always crawled when that word left N’s mouth. Disgusting. N turned and looked at him. ‘But if you co-operate, I’ll help you get out of this!’

‘I see. Very well. That’s convenient for me,’ Ghetsis replied. No “thank you”, but of course not. N had never gotten a “please” or a “thank you” from Ghetsis in his life, and he definitely did not expect that to change now. ‘Let’s take him down, N!’

‘N and Ghetsis, standing side by side…’ Nate muttered. The idea left him unsettled. It was wrong. He brought the Pokeball with his unconscious Braviary in it up to his mouth, whispering to it, as he used a revive. ‘Just a little longer, we need to help N…’

‘Hey!’ Silver called out, as Nate and Braviary took off. 

‘It’s too late to stop them. Let’s just make sure that they have a safe escape route,’ Alder told the redhead. 

‘The plan is to hold off Mewtwo until he can’t come after you any more, alright?’ N told his father.

‘Yes,’ Ghetsis crisply agreed.

‘Well, why don’t we put it to the test?’ Giovanni questioned, as he was joined by his own Team Break grunts again, now they had recovered from the previous fight. ‘Let’s see what your little father-son team up can do!’

Nate’s Braviary, and the two other legendaries opposing Giovanni started the battle, fighting ferociously against the Rainbow Rocket leader and his underlings. It was not long until it was just the legendaries against each other, and with Mewtwo outnumbered, it was Giovanni’s team that fell. 

‘...Hmph, I suppose that does surpass my expectations,’ he reluctantly confessed. 

‘After him!’ Ghetsis then commanded. 

‘No! You remember what I said earlier, don’t you?! We’re getting out of here!’ N countered. 

‘What?’ Ghetsis hissed, angry that N spoke back to him. But he could see that this time, N was not going to be moved. ‘Fine.’

‘Too bad,’ Giovanni said to himself, as the others left. ‘This would have been so much easier had you stayed here...’ He glanced to the cave exit. ‘Go after them.’

‘Hey!’ 

Giovanni had assumed that it was just him, Mewtwo, and his underlings left. That the others had all left with Ghetsis and N. So he was surprised when he saw himself suddenly face to face with his son.

‘That’s enough. Your plan failed,’ Silver glared. ‘Let them go, or else!’ 

To Giovanni’s surprise, the Pokemon that Silver released was none other than Ho-Oh. 

When did Silver obtain a legendary of his own? Giovanni thought, as Ho-Oh flapped its wings and released a loud cry. 

‘...Change of plans,’ Giovanni decided, recalling Mewtwo. ‘We’re leaving.’

His decision confused his underlings, who had been readying themselves for another fight. 

‘B-But sir…?’ one hesitantly questioned.

‘The more people you command, the harder it is to control them. I think learning that much is enough for today,’ Giovanni replied. He tilted his head, glancing to the side at Silver. ‘Besides… I’m very pleased by what I’ve seen today.’

Silver pulled a face, and blinked. Was Giovanni complimenting him? For standing up to him? Obtaining Ho-Oh? But once the shock quickly wore off, his expression turned back to angry. He was not going to be taken in, be swayed by Giovanni’s words! This man had no idea who Silver was, if he thought a few pretty words could appease him.

It was probably a lie, anyway.

Silver headed outside the cave again, where the rest of the group - unfortunately, still including Ghetsis - were waiting for him.

‘I think they’ve stopped coming after us now,’ Silver declared, without offering any explanation as to why he had stayed behind. None of them needed to know about him challenging Giovanni. Or what Giovanni had said to him. 

‘I see. In that case…’ Alder pointedly looked back at Ghetsis.

‘You want to come after me, now? I can’t allow that to happen,’ he warned. ‘Perhaps we can come to a truce for today. What do you think, N?’

‘...I know that you haven’t changed, at all,’ N said, and Alder was relieved. He had been concerned that siding with Ghetsis to protect him might have caused N to start reconsidering, again. He wanted nothing more than for N to have a father he could be happy with, but as long as his father was Ghetsis, that was just not possible. ‘If you do anything to harm the people or Pokemon here, I will be the first in line to stop you!’

‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ Ghetsis replied, tone thick with sarcasm. Clearly he did not believe N to be a big enough threat to him. ‘Then, farewell.’

‘Wait, Ghetsis!’ Nate then called. Ghetsis paused, not turning back around to face them, but instead peered over his shoulder, to see what Nate wanted. ‘I hate you. I’ll never forget what you did in Unova! But you’re still N’s father! You raised him, and spent all those years together!’

Ghetsis had no idea where Nate was going with his tangent, and neither did N. N’s childhood had been spent cooped up inside one room. A very spacious room, admittedly, but still locked away from the rest of the world, and fed only whatever information Ghetsis deemed worthy of him knowing. As much as N longed for change, he was no longer blind to the horrendous circumstances that stole his childhood. 

So why was Nate bringing it up?

‘Are you really going to say you felt nothing when the two of you were fighting side by side?!’ Nate demanded. ‘It’s not too late to change your ways! Please, at least think about it!’

Oh. N braced himself. He was certain that Ghetsis was going to scoff, laugh hysterically at such a ridiculous notion, and he knew it was going to hurt. 

‘Nate…’ N began. 

‘Ghetsis!’ Nate repeated, when he got no reply. And N’s heart sunk to his stomach, when sure enough, Ghetsis began to chuckle. At last, he turned back properly to face them, and erupted with laughter.

‘You naive fool! Our relationship is nothing more than that between a master and his tools! What happened here changes nothing!’ he barked, before turning his evil scarlet gaze onto N. ‘As long as I can keep using you, I don’t care what you call our relationship! I do whatever I please! I am not your ally, not your friend, and I am certainly not your father!’

In unison, N and Nate both tugged on the brims of their headwear. Nate in embarrassment, and upset for N, and N to try and cover his face. He was attempting to be as expressionless as he could, but the hurt shone in his eyes.

‘How dare you -!’ Silver began, readying to go into a full force rant. 

‘Despicable,’ Alder quickly interjected, unwilling to let the youngster draw too much of Ghetsis’ attention. ‘You’re the one without a heart!’

‘If that’s all,’ Ghetsis sneered, their anger and words bouncing off him. With another - but more sardonic - farewell, Ghetsis was whisked away by Kyurem, leaving them free of him at last.

‘I had a bad feeling this might happen,’ Alder sighed. ‘N, my apologies. I think I should have stopped you before you went to help him.’

‘Don’t apologise,’ N said, to Alder and Nate. ‘It was my decision. Please, don’t be sad on my behalf.’

‘...Nate, are you crying again?’ Silver questioned. He looked embarrassed.

‘You truly have a kind heart,’ N gently told Nate, ‘one that resonates with others. You got angry for the people of Unova, you yelled at Ghetsis for me… and now, you’re even crying for me...’

‘I can’t help it! It’s just all so messed up!’ Nate wept. ‘You’re not asking for anything special! You just want a normal relationship with the man you call your father! It’s not asking for much! Why can’t you have that too?!’

‘Nate… It’s okay.’ It was a lie, but a lie told for N’s own sake as well as Nate’s. Right now, he felt like being strong for his friend distracted him from his own pain. ‘I may not have a father, but I have good friends like you.’

‘N…’ Nate sniffled.

‘Yeah, you can survive without a father,’ Silver chimed in, and N nodded in agreement.

I’m blessed to be surrounded by such kind people and Pokemon. That’s enough for me. I suppose… a father figure was just never meant to be.

...But it was nice to hope for it.

#Pokemon Masters #Ghetsis #N Harmonia #Pokemon Alder #Pokemon Silver #ooc #[muse] Ghetsis Harmonia #[muse] Giovanni Ishida #[verse] Rainbow Rocket #[Guest Muse] Alder Castillo #[NPC] Silver #[NPC] Nate #Pokemon Masters spoilers #wew I don't think I've needed that many tags for a while #long post #just in case the read more breaks

[sandersseduction]

Truth is I Want You

This work is part of @sanderssidessmutmonth ! Roman Week Day Five, Roceit!

Content: Alcohol, Making Out, Grinding, Rimming/Eating Out, Anal Fingering, Size Kink, Doggy Style

Pairing: Roceit

Word Count: 2681

Roman sat down in the circle among friends and strangers, everyone chatting excitedly for the game to begin. The closed door did little to muffle the music blaring from the speakers in the main room. The theater major took a slow sip from his red cup, though there was no alcohol in it. It was just Coke. He had a class at 8:30 in the morning, and he was not about to risk a hangover for that. 

“Okay, everyone know the rules?” Roman turned his attention to his friend Patton, who apparently was the one running the game. 

“It’s Truth of Dare Babe, ‘s not complicated,” a guy, in a pair of sunglasses of all things, drawled out before taking a long sip from a starbucks cup. Everyone else let out murmurs of agreement and Patton beamed. 

“Okay then I’ll go first!” With that, his friend spun the bottle in the center of the circle. Roman watched as it spun around, excited to see if it would land on him or someone else. The spinning slowed down to a stop, the neck pointing right at someone in a beanie. “Truth of dare!” It was plain adorable how excitable his friend was. It gave Roman flashbacks to childhood sleepovers. 

“Dare me.” The beanie headed stranger decided and Patton took a moment to ponder. 

“I dare you to…. Drink a cup of pickle juice!” Even the dare was like being back in elementary school. Laughter filled the room as people jokingly shoved at the daree before they got up to leave the room. Everyone scrambled to follow, wanting to witness it occur. Moving through the frat house, the group made their way to the kitchen. 

“Do they even have pickles?” Someone asked, Roman didn’t know who. The answer arrived shortly after when a quick rummage through the fridge revealed a jar of the pimply green vegetables. Phones were taken out, Roman’s among them, ready to record for future hilarity. The lid was removed and a cup gathered, everyone cheering on as the juice was poured in. Roman hit record on his phone the second the cup was lifted, and as they drank from it, everyone yelled out commentary. The face the stranger made was priceless, they looked like they wanted to gag. 

“Ugh fuck that was so gross. Shit man.” Everyone laughed at that before hurrying back to the room they had originally congregated at. Beanie spun the bottle and the next victim was the Emo guy Virgil that Patton was roommates with. “Truth or dare?” 

“Umm.” Virgil seemed to weigh his options, brooding eyes wandering all over the place. “Truth.” A few people booed, wanting something more exciting, but Patton shushed them and gave Virgil a thumbs up. 

“Okay uuh-” Roman tuned out for a moment, taking his attention to where his cup had disappeared to when they had all left. He could have sworn he left it nearby when he got up but none of the cups he could see were the dark color of his soda. Where-

“I think this is yours.” A familiar voice whispered in his ear. Roman snapped his head towards the source, eyes wide as he spotted Janus García sitting right next to him. Heat rushed to his face at seeing those mismatched eyes so close, his heart racing in his chest. When did he get there? Roman did not remember sitting next to him. In fact, he recalled at the start of the game, he had been sitting by his friends Logan and Nate. Did they not join him when everyone came back in?

“W-what?” he stuttered out when he recalled the handsome man had said something to him. A smirk was sent his way, and it did wicked things to his insides, before the other held up a red cup with dark liquid inside. “I said, I think this is yours.” Janus repeated, still leaned in close to be heard over the music and others cheering and chatting. “I thought it was my rum and Coke, but there is most certainly no rum in it.” With bright red cheeks, Roman took the cup from him, the fingers brushing in the change. The touch sent electricity through him. 

“Thanks.” he said softly, perhaps too softly in such a loud setting but Janus seemed to hear him because he nodded before turning his attention back to the group. Roman did the same, holding his cup close if it had the secrets to the universe. His attention returned to the game just in time to see the bottle land on Logan, whom he now realized sat across the circle now. 

“Dare.” Roman watched silently at the biology major’s act of bravery, ready to take on whatever challenge Virgil would give him. He took a sip of his drink while the Emo instructed Logan to speak only in puns for the rest of the game, before remembering that Janus had drunk from it too.

Oh my stars, it's an indirect kiss! he thought, flushed and embarrassed. He probably didn’t even drink from the same spot as the other, but the fact that they both had was enough to get his heartbeat pulsing hard. Or maybe that was the bass shaking the whole house? Either way, the thought was in his head now, and grew more aware of the other man’s body close to his own. Only inches kept their crossed legs from touching. 

“Roman!” He jolted at the call of his name, blinking to see the bottle facing him and his brother grinning devilishly. “Truth of dare?” 

When did Remus go? he wondered, blinking in confusion. Had he been so lost in his thoughts he missed other turns? Damn. Well he knew better than to take a dare from the other. That was just asking for trouble. “Truth, I guess.” Remus pouted at that, which only proved him right in his choice, but then a manic grin took over his face. 

“Who do you have wet dreams about?”

“What the fuck Remus!?” Roman exclaimed, his flush darkening while his nose crinkled. He did NOT need his brother of all people asking that. That was just so wrong. 

“You gotta answer or take a penalty~” his lookalike singsonged, and Roman had never had a greater urge to punch his brother in the face than in that moment. The rules of the game were clear though, and knowing his brother, Remus was probably hoping Roman would take the penalty. It was almost tempting too, just to avoid confessing out loud of the subject of his lusty thoughts.

But his competitive spirit wouldn’t allow it. With a nervous glance to the side, he cleared his throat before looking down at his lap. “... Janus García.” The man in question stiffened beside him and Roman felt his stomach sink. As the crowd laughed and teased, Roman felt his blush spread to the tips of his ears. It was single handedly the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him. Silently, he spun the bottle just to get the attention off of him and didn’t even bother to pay attention to who it landed. “Truth or dare?” 

“Dare.” It was sunglasses and starbucks. 

“I dare you to uh, french kiss the frat mascot.” It was some stuffed jackalope thing that some thought was a taxidermied rabbit with antlers glued on and others thought it was just a very realistic but utterly fake stuffed animal with antlers glued on. No one really knew as it had been part of the fraternity for decades. Starbucks agreed and everyone laughed and recorded the dude after he retrieved it, losing their shit as he proceeded to make out with it.

The game went on after that, but Roman couldn’t really focus. Not when Janus was still right next to him while knowing that the theater major had dirty thoughts about him. He had more than that, but the point remained. He wasn’t actively changing seats, which had to be some kind of positive right? Maybe he wasn’t disgusted by Roman and his feelings? He could only hope things wouldn’t be too awkward after the night was over. 

When the game finished, ending after Tayln puked from spinning too much and too fast for their dare, Roman got up with everyone else and made to leave. Before he could even get to the door however, hands grabbed hold of him and spun him around. He locked eyes with brown and green, inhaling sharply as he realized that Janus had stopped him. Actually more than stopped. He was being moved backwards until his back met with a wall. “Uh-”

“You cool with me rocking your world?” Chestnut brown eyes blinked, his jaw dropping a little. “Need an answer, darling.”

“Y-yeah,” he managed to get out, heat pooling low in his gut. “Yeah, I’m cool with that.” The second he finished talking, his lips were stolen in a heated kiss. A groan left him as rough lips pressed firmly into his, hands reaching up loop around Janus’ shoulders. The other man pressed him further against the wall, their hips grinding into each other. Large hands gripped his upper thighs, and suddenly he was being lifted. With a squeak, Roman wrapped his legs around the tanned man’s waist. 

In his surprise, a tongue slipped into his mouth. “Mmm~” he moaned, shivering as the muscle rubbed against his own. Without a thought, he rolled his hips and moaned again as he grinded into Janus. The other moaned as well, moving his own hips in tandem. “Fuck!” he gasped out, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. Janus’ lips moved onto his neck, pressing bruising kisses down and setting the skin on fire.

“Get a room!” 

Right, they were at a party. Roman sort of forgot about that. 

“We do have a room, you just came in it.” Janus retorted, lifting a hand up to flip off the people that came in. And somehow still able to hold Roman up holy shit-

“If you’re gonna fuck, go somewhere else.” 

The air seemed to change after that statement, a sexual tension forming as Roman’s eyes met with Janus. An eyebrow raised, a silent question forming. Roman bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah okay.” Just like that, he was set back down and his hand grabbed. The two moved through the house, pushing through the crowd of drunken people and up a flight of stairs. Next thing he knew, he was in a bedroom and lips locked back onto his as he fell onto a bed. 

Hands moved all over as the two explored their bodies, hips grinding against each other in a frantic rush. “Wanted you for so long.” Janus confessed, sitting up to remove his shirt. The sight of his pecks was downright mouthwatering. Roman rushed to get his own shirt off before pulling the other back down. The feel of skin against skin was a rush, sending heat all over. 

Shoes and pants went off next, a scrambled affair as the two tried not to be apart from each other for long. The moment they were both naked, Roman was flipped around with his face pressed into the pillow and his ass up. A tongue prodded between his cheeks, pulling a gasp from him as his hands clenched at the sheets. Janus seemed quite skillful, eating him out with gusto and making him pant and moan like never before. 

He was so lost in the haze of lust, that he didn’t notice the other take out lube. Not until a wet finger pressed against his rim to join in. “Aaaah fuck~” he groaned out, pressing back at the invading digit. He whined when the tongue vanished, rolling his hips to try and find it back. “Fuuuuck.” 

“That’s the idea Roman.” Janus chuckled, slipping in a second finger inside. It burned a bit, but Janus moved slowly. Working him up with a patience that Roman did not feel at all. By the time the third finger entered, he thought he was going to lose his mind. 

“Mmmh please~” he begged, rolling back onto the fingers to get them in deeper. They brushed against the bundle of nerves that was his prostate, making him cry out in bliss. “Please, fuck me already!” If he didn’t get his ass pounded into soon, he was going to die!

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”  The sound of a wrapper filled the air and Roman looked over his shoulder to see a condom get freed. It also gave him the chance to truly see Janus’ cock. The size of it made him moan as his own cock twitched. “Like what you see?” Janus asked, a smirk on his face. 

“Yesss.” Roman couldn’t even pretend to play coy. He was hot and bothered and wanted that dick in him yesterday. “God you’re huge!” Janus seemed to appreciate the compliment, leaning down to nip at Roman’s shoulder as he slid the condom on. He gasped at the bite, shivering helplessly while his lover lined himself up. When the head pushed in, Roman inhaled sharply. 

Janus didn’t go far before he stopped, letting the theater major get used to how full he was getting already. “Relax.” he instructed, rubbing at his hips to help soothe him. It took a few minutes, but eventually the burn subsided and Janus pushed more of himself in. It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out, but once he did, they were both panting and Roman’s cock began leaking. 

He was so full and it reached so deep. The tip barely pressing on his prostate already. “Oh god.” he groaned, pressing his face into the pillow.

“You’re so tight.” Janus moaned out, his hands tightening their hold on Roman. “Fuck.” 

“Thats ah- that’s the idea.” Roman couldn’t help but return the other’s cheeky statement. A pinch on his ass had him yelping before it turned into a moan as the cock inside him moved. “I’m ready.” he gasped out, wiggling his hips to make it move again. “Come on, you said you were gonna rock my world.” With a growl, Janus pulled out to the tip before slamming his hips back inside. “AH!” Roman scrambled to hold onto something, the force of the thrust pushing him forward. 

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” came the growled response, Janus pulling back before thrusting hard again. His thrusts were slow but powerful, knocking the air from Roman’s lungs as he was railed into. “God you feel incredible!” the man went on to praise, making his lover moan shamelessly. 

“You’re so deep!” Roman babbled out, writhing under the onslaught. The pace began to pick up, Janus pounding into him faster. A hand gripped his dripping cock, making his back arch as he moaned loudly. The man above him began to pump his hand in time to the bruising thrusts, leaving Roman helpless to the pleasure. 

It was with almost no warning when he came, the peak sudden as he cried out Janus’ name. The man in question continued to pound inside, moving faster as he chased his own release. It was boarding on too much when he finally came, pressing in deep as he emptied into the condom. The two groaned when he finally pulled out for good, leaving Roman empty as he let his legs collapse. He was only vaguely aware of Janus throwing the condom away before returning back to bed. 

“No one’s gonna get mad we had sex in here right?” he asked, brain function returning to him enough that he realized they had to be in someone’s room. 

“Nah, this is my room. We’re fine.�� 

“Oh good.” He hadn’t been aware that Janus was a member of the fraternity, but that was lucky for them that he was. An arm wrapped around his waist, causing him to open an eye he didn’t know he closed. Janus snuggled in close, his own eyes slipping closed.

“I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“I got an 8:30 class.”

“Don’t worry, I’m an early bird.”

#sanderssidessmutmonth #sanderssidessmutmonth2020 #romansweek2020 #roceit #roman sanders #ts roman #janus sanders #ts janus #deceit sanders #ts deceit #college au

[withcolebrock]

Lover of Mine~chapter 9

Lover of Mine~5 seconds of summer

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, aaangst

Word Count: 2,028

Author’s Note: however mike is depicted in this series is not how I believe he treats women, only for the sake of the series. I think this is my favorite part alongside the next one. also this is super dramatic but like isn’t all angst heheheheh I hope you enjoy it! This is my Gif!!!

It was late after the final football game of their senior year. A large group of kids from the band got together to hang out. A few drinks were being passed around but Colby and Y/N were the only ones who weren’t drinking. Since they had agreed to be the designated drivers.

“Okay, okay, I got this app thing-” Nate slurred as he fell down onto the couch beside Colby.  Colby laughed as he patted Nate’s shoulder, helping him sit up slightly. “It’s like truth or dare, but like it already has the questions and stuff,” he explained while he pulled open the app.

“Let’s do it,” Sam cheered while he looked over to Valerie beside him. She smiled up towards him while taking a sip of her drink.

“Okay, okay, Colby truth or dare,” Nate turned his head towards him, holding out his phone. Colby shook his head as he pressed, truth, “Boring,” he drew out his words as he brought his phone towards him. Nate’s eyes widened as he bursted into laughter, “Actually this-this is good.”

“Dude, fucking read it out,” Sam ranted as he leaned forward resting his arms onto his legs.

“Alright, Colby, name one person in this room who you want to kiss, one hundred percent honesty here dude,” Nate lightly elbowed Colby repeatedly while reading out the questions. The room falls silent as they process the question before everyone starts to laugh. Colby laughs nervously as he avoids meeting anyone’s eye.

Everyone in the room starts to tease Colby as he stalls for a while. He glances towards Y/N and lets out a long dramatic sigh, “I guess I would kiss Y/N because she’s the only single girl here,” he shrugged his shoulders. Y/N slumps into the couch as she fights off a smile. Her eyes widened as she stared towards Colby. Everyone starts to ooo while they all look towards her.

“Interesting,” Sam’s word fell slowly as he squinted his eyes towards Colby.

“Alright, Y/N you should go next,” Nate said excitedly as he walked towards her. He held out his phone towards her, she pressed dare. He smiled as he watched the dare load. “Bro, no fucking way,” Nate said excitedly. He held the phone towards Colby, Colby rolled his eyes as he read the words.

“Oh god what is it?” she said nervously. Nate continued to laugh as he leaned his head back against the couch.

“It says make up a dare,” Nate said through fits of laughter. Colby covered his face in his hands. Everyone in the room shifts their gaze towards Y/N, “I dare you to kiss Colby!” he said dramatically. Her mouth fell open to try to protest but she couldn’t find any words.

“And none of that kiss and run away bullshit,” Sam explained while laughing. Y/N covers her face in her hands while she lets out a laugh. She takes in a shaky breath as she stands up confidently.

“Let’s get this over with,” she whispered. She walks over to Colby, adjusting her shirt. He lifts his head from his hands, noticing her walking towards him. His eyes widened while his cheeks flushed red almost instantly.

Nate’s mouth drops open as his eyes widened. Her lips curled up slightly as she leaned down towards Colby. His gaze lowered to her lips, her eyes looking down to his. She rested her hand onto his cheek as she leaned in. She pressed her lips against his, parting her lips slightly at the touch. He shuts his eyes as he kisses her back. She melts into the kiss, forgetting the people in the room.

Nate was the first one to start cheering, “Aye, let’s go!!” Hearing Nate’s voice pulled her from her brief trance. Y/N pulls away from Colby’s lips, openig her eyes slowly. She looks Colby up and down before she walks back to her spot. Colby pressed his lips together as he looked away from the group. She sat down, feeling her heartbeat out of her chest. She looked over towards Valerie sitting beside her, widening her eyes.

~~~

She smoothed her hand along the bed as she found a comfortable position on the bed. She tried to find the perfect pose to show Mike when he walked into the room. She brushed her fingers through her hair as she waited for him. It was taking longer than she thought it was going to take, she reached across the bed for her phone. Bringing her phone to her face, her bedroom door was swung open.

She jumps slightly as she sees Mike enter the room. He stopped short as he looked over her body. She places her phone down onto her bed while looking towards Mike. “We need to talk,” his voice fell flat as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m in very expensive red lingerie and you want to talk?” she said while she walked towards him slowly. He clenched his jaw as he looked into her eyes.

“Put some clothes on, we need to talk,” he said, pushing past her. He sat down on the small chair on the other end of the room. She huffed as she walked over to her closet, throwing on one of her own merch hoodies. She pulled down the hoodie, slightly seeing how long it was.

“What do you need to talk about?” she said annoyed as she sat down onto the bed. She took a hold of a pillow and held into her lap. Her lips fell into a small frown as she looked towards him.

“I overheard something downstairs and I need to ask you about it,” he said, while he looked over her features. She shook her head slightly while looking into Mike’s eyes. “Colby told Sam that he’s in love with you,” he said simply, he stared towards her, studying her features intently. Her eyes widened slightly as the words fell from his lips. Her mouth turned upward, it was barely noticeable. She slowly straightened her body.

“Are you sure he said that?” she asked, her words were shaky as she spoke. Mike nodded. “Uh, okay and what about it?”

“That’s all you have to say?” He was frustrated with her. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t make a bigger deal out of it. Her mouth fell open as her eyes looked him up and down.

“What do you want me to say, Mike?” she huffed as she threw her hands up in defense. He rolled his eyes, he stood up from the chair

“Something, for fuck sake! The guy said he was in love with you!” he yelled back. Her breathing quickened as she stared towards the man in front of her. She wanted to slap him. She was tired of having the same fight all the time.

“It doesn’t matter! I’m not in love with him!” she yelled back. Her voice cracked, as her eyes started to tear up. She didn’t know why she was crying. Frustration most likely. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“You’ve been living with this guy for years! God, how do I know if you haven’t felt that way before!” He spat, he was different. Sure, they’ve argued and fought a lot more than she would like to admit; but something in him switched. She turned her head away, blinking rapidly, while she pressed her lips together. Mike’s eyes widened as he took in a long slow breath. “You’ve felt that way with him before? You’ve liked him like that before?” he asked. His words were realization, he should’ve known. He did know.

“In high school, that’s it,” she whispered while she kept her gaze to the floor. He didn’t respond, he slowly sat down onto the small couch behind him. He rested his hands onto his knees as he leaned his body back against the chair.

“Did you ever kiss him?” he was hurt. He didn’t know why, he knew that there was more between them. She nodded her head slowly. He tilted his head back as he huffed.

“It was a dare and it was years ago.”

“I don’t care if it was a dare or a fucking accident! I look like a fucking idiot you know that? My girlfriend is in love with her ‘best friend’ and not me,” he threw the word in hand quotes. She rolled her eyes while crossing her arms over her chest.

“It was years ago, Mike! How can you still be stuck on this?! We’ve been over and over and over this! I’m so tired of fighting with you!” He stood up and kept his gaze on the floor.

“You don’t think I’m tired? I’m so fucking tired of being the leftovers. I’m tired of being second best, rather, third best to Sam and Colby. I’m tired of you lying about being in love with that asshole,” he shook his head as he continued towards the door.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not in love with Colby!?”

“Look,” he started, finally lifting his gaze from the floor and meeting Y/N in the eye, “I don’t fucking care if you are in love with the guy. It’s my fault for not realizing it sooner,” he took in a long breath. Her features softened at his words. “I just wish you would stop lying to yourself about it,” he took in another breath, “I’m done, Y/N,” he sighed as he pulled the door open and quickly left. He shut the door delicately.

She stared towards the door where Mike once was and she felt her chest begin to ache. Her eyes squinted together slightly as her lips began to quiver. Her eyes stared at the spot for a long time as she tried to process everything that had happened. Yet it seemed nearly impossible. She pulled the pillow that had been resting in her lap to her face. She let out a muffled sob into her pillow. She let out a shaky breath as she pulled the pillow from her face and threw it across the room. A loud groan left her lips.

She was curious if Colby actually said that, she wanted to know if Mike just made it up to cause another fight between them. She quickly wiped her hands under her eyes, trying to clean up the teary mess. She stood up from the bed while adjusting the hoodie covering her body. Walking up to the mirror, she notices that her makeup was completely ruined. She sighed as she pulled the door open. Loud banging music filled her ears as she began walking across the hall to the other end of the floor.

At first she didn’t know what she was going to say. Was she going to flat out ask him if he was in love with her? Or was she going to beat around the bush until he confessed? Or he says nothing and she leaves empty handed. Without wasting another thought she takes a hold of the door knob and pushes open the door.

Her gaze shoots up towards the bed at the other end of the room. Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. She stared at the sight of Colby hovering over a red haired girl, kissing her. He jolts up looking towards Y/N and so does the red haired girl.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she rambled as she shut the door quickly. She kept her hand on the door knob as she raised her hand up and covered her mouth. She shuts her eyes aggressively as tears begin to fall from her eyes harder than before. Her hand slowly slips from the door knob as she slowly steps down back towards her room.

She began to drown out every possible noise around her. The banging music, the loud cheers from the people downstairs, her muffled sobs. She pushed the door open and shut it slowly. She leaned her body against the door as she slowly slipped down feeling as though her heart had been shattered.

Swallow every single lie

#colby brock #colby brock imagines #colby brock fanfic #colby brock x reader #colby brock fics #sam golbach #sam golbach imagines #Sam and Colby #snc #jake webber #jake webber imagines #Corey Scherer #Corey Scherer imagines #Trap House #trap house 2.0 #traphouse #trap house imagines #krac house #kevin langue #kevin langue imagines #reggie webber #aryia #aryia emrani #aryia x reader #cassie martin #tarayummy #devyn lundy #xepher wolf #katrina stuart

[kdelarenta]

a week

pairing: mason x f!detective (josie valentine)

rating: a - for angst, also this is my first time writing mason so don’t bully me <3

summary: the aftermath of the bakery incident 

! contains book 3 demo spoilers !

monday 

it hurts. the sleeves of his shirt feel constricting as he crosses his arms,the material scratching his skin like sandpaper.everything in the room feels too bright,too loud and the sun. the sun burns.

closing the blinds apparently isn't enough as a couple of beams break through and he moves to dodge them. the sharp curves of the fireplace stab him in the side and he almost looks down to search for blood. he was used to his senses acting up and he could take them quite well most days but this time somehow feels different. he doesn't remember it being this strong.

but why?

his brows furrow in confusion but even the motion seems to hurt, the pain a stabbing focus that points to a realization.

oh right.she's not here.

as a name pops up in his head like a neon sign he has to try his best and blink away the pain-streaked face that now comes with it. the picture only seems to worsen the pain as a sort of weight presses on his chest. the weight mixed with the pain almost has him ripping his own hair out but he decides against it when he notices nate staring. his face is all compassion and worry as he looks him over.

why is he worried? he's not the one who's in...

,,i'm going for a smoke"

he doesn't wait for a reply.

tuesday

he only sees her for a second as he walks to the common room. she's just shutting the door but the sight of her still makes a small blanket of ease wash over him. he wants to walk towards her,say something. as she turns around he half expects her to let out a small gasp and then berate him for scaring her but this time she seems to know he's there. she doesn't look him in the eye but the way she's clutching her bag says that her senses are just as hyper focused as his. as she begins to walk past her eyes meet his for a brief second ,as though she can't help it,but they move away so quickly that he doesn't manage to read them. she continues walking without saying goodbye - so unlike josie.

whatever.she'll get over it.

wednesday

,,nervous are we mason?"

felix's head goes back and forth as mason shifts his position from the sofa to the fireplace and then back again. the comment only earns him a growl as mason yet again tries to find the least painful position.

,,stop it,felix"

he somehow manages to tune out the rest of nate's berating as he focuses on something else. his ears are pulsing with the thousands of overbearing noises out and in the warehouse as he searches for a familiar sound. almost desperately straining his ears to catch the reves of the familiar silver hatchback,the soft clinking of heels and a familiar heartbeat. he saw her yesterday but it somehow felt like such a long time ( a long time since he heard her voice,saw her smile or listened to the familiar drum of her heartbeat). somewhere in his mind he knew he wanted to see her,he intented to -but when adam asked who wanted to wait for josie at the station,he stayed silent. his body yearned and ached for the sense of calm,the dampener that was her presence,but he couldn't. he was selfish, there was no denying it. he wanted josie but no matter how much his body screamed,just this once - he didn't want to be selfish. not with her. not again.

he sees the door open before he hears it and suddenly all his senses bleed out. the pain,the sounds,the unease it's all subdued just by the the familiar tone of her voice and her fit yellow sweather. josie and adam are quick to announce their arrival earning smiles from both nate and felix. he hasn't taken his eyes off her from his place at the fireplace but her eyes are almost tightly locked forward. she doesn't dare look at him as she sits down on the sofa,like she always does. he doesn't even think about it - he blinks and suddenly he's there,perched on the arm of the sofa. he can't help but sigh at the immediate peace he lets drown him whole but it doesn't last long. he feels her shift next to him and get up from the sofa to go sit next to felix. he's as suprised as mason is,his mouth already opening to say something but at the last minute decides against it.

fine,he'll let her sit in peace. (maybe it'll make him feel less guilty)

thursday

the more he thinks about it,the more confusing it gets. he shouldn't feel guilty, he should feel annoyed at least or better yet he shouldn't feel anything at all. it's all because that stupid fucking baker made a stupid fucking asumption which he corrected. although using some harsh wording but still,how is this his fault? how is it his fault that they kissed just a few seconds before? (it was the second time they've kissed, the first being while he was recovering from rescuing Sanja - both kisses almost too gentle but still deep, overwhelming)

sure,he knew what kissing meant to josie.he knew the implications that came with it, never kissing anybody just to kiss them,always making his intentions clear. it was the first time he wanted to - kissing just for the sake of it. kissing because he wanted. he marveled in the way her kissable lips felt almost untouched,in the way they almost shook with the fear of being exposed,vulnerable, trusting-

shit.

she trusted him.

she trusted him and he crushed that trust.

friday

he sees josie fidget in her chair as if to try and shake off his intent focus on her. she must realize there's no dodging him now with his goal clear and resolution made. he was going to right this - anything , just to get back to the way things were, so he could feel peace.

he keeps telling himself that that's the reason he was bothered by it all,because he lost her presence. but somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that's only partially true,this thing he feels (guilt,probably) is pointing to something else. he pushes it away - not now.

as the meeting ends josie is quick to spring to her feet and start haphazardly collecting her stuff. ignoring the pit in his stomach he decides to get it over with. the rest of the unit is there but he doesn't care - he just wants it over.

,,avoiding me,sweetheart?"

she tenses and forgos her stuff altogether,she still won't look at him though. the nickname usually makes her heart flutter , he listens and searches. nothing.

,, sorry mason, i don't have time to deal with you right now"

this feels wrong. all of it feels wrong - from the strict tone so unlike her kind one to the choice of wording.

josie doesn't deal with people. she cares for them in her gentle way and treats them like they're better than they are, she lets them drain her time, her energy and to mason's constant displeasure she does it constantly. the pit is now bigger and threatens to swallow him whole as he gives a frown. this feels wrong. he opens his mouth to say something but she beats him to it - cheeks flushed, but this time with anger.

,, i don't want to see you naked"

somewhere in the backroud felix giggles but his entire focus is on her. he sees is it all on her face,clear as day. the conflicting emotions dance like shadows in her eyes and she takes a deep breath to calm them.

,,you,bobby,rebecca..."

she's almost panting now. clutching the file in her hand she looks down again. he squashes the need to grab her by the waist and holster her up before she passes out and focuses on her words. the words that are begging to come out in waves.

,,...you know,you all just take,you take and you don't-"

his eyes widen. this is all wrong,it's a fever dream. he can't hide his suprise as she mentiones rebecca,he thought they were on great terms? and bobby,that reporter guy,she said they were the same...

,,relax sweetheart,i only said the truth. you're the one making a fuss"

the words are growled and irritated,they itch his mouth and he regrets them as soon as they come out. he sees her hands abruptly stop shaking and what ensues is nothing but silence. painful silence. he barely registers the team's focus on them, no one dares speak as the air freezes. he's suddenly freezing and then burning again. it still feels like a fever dream. he wants to wake up, he wants to take it back, he wants-

,, fuck you mason"

he hears nate gasp in the background but it doesn't matter. he finds that nothing matters anymore as her eyes stare directly into his and she's shaking again. all he can think of is the grimace on her face and her hand that's twitching to cover her mouth (like she's shocked with herself,like a child when they do something wrong). the words don't belong in her mouth,too sharp and too crass, they cut and contrast the gentle curves of her lips. the words are not hers,she's heared him say them, she had them said to her by some drunk she had to arrest but they're not hers. her hands stop twitching as she comes to a decision. he deserved that.

no one says anything as she picks up her bag and leaves,taking the peace with her.

saturday

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sunday

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#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #whc #twc mason #twc m #specialist agent mason #mason x detective #oc: josie #twc detective #*myfics

[hockey-fics]

Soy Lattes and Red Wine ~ Tyson Jost and Andre Burakovsky (Part Three)

Part One | Part Two 

Summary: There was nothing for you in Denver when you decided to move there except a studio apartment and a longing for a fresh start. But the fresh start you’re looking for comes with a number of complications, primarily two.

Warnings (for the whole fic are listed, those in bold are in this part): language, implied sex/light smut, smut, alcohol, cheating. (Andre is kinda an asshole in this, he kinda is in the rest of the fic, I’m sorry) 

Word Count: ~4,200

You were hanging out with Tyson a few months after things started with Andre. You would be lying to say that things weren’t different with you and Tyson. You were seeing him less frequently, your time split now between school, work, new friends, Tyson and Andre. And he always seemed on edge anytime anything about Andre came up. 

“The guys are going out for drinks tonight,” Tyson tells you even though you could see his phone in his hand in front of him. He was sitting in the corner of your couch and you had your back pressed to his chest, your head on his shoulder as you were watching TV. 

“You going?” you ask, tipping your head back to look up at him. 

“If you’re coming,” Tyson says easily, lowering his phone to look at you. 

“I’m not one of the guys,” you giggle. 

“Well I told you I’m spending the day with you so I’m not going out with them,” Tyson tells you with a shrug. 

“Tyson,” you groan, shuffling to get onto your knees on the couch to face him. “I don’t want to keep you from going out. It’s not like we had real plans, we’re just watching TV.”

“Exactly, so let's go do something, but together.”

After a little more coaxing you find yourself getting changed out of your sweatpants and into an outfit a little more suitable for a bar. You drive this time, offering to be the designated driver. Tyson may have the day off tomorrow but you didn’t, meaning you had no intention of drinking. 

When you get to the bar you follow Tyson to the table in the back that the guys were sitting at. The mood immediately shifts when you get there and for a second you think it’s because it was really supposed to be just the guys. But then you notice Nate trying to silently communicate with Tyson. But Tyson isn’t quick to pick it up and Nate isn’t exactly subtle. So you follow his signal with your eyes, seeing Andre at the bar with a girl. She had her hand on his bicep, her head thrown back in a laugh. Two empty shot glasses were sitting in front of them. 

The feeling of five sets of eyes on you isn’t subtle and you force a smile onto your face even though you were suddenly feeling nauseous. “He looks like he’s having fun,” you mutter, sliding into the booth beside Mikko. 

“I’ll go get us drinks,” Tyson says to you with an apprehensive smile on his face. You had told him you weren’t going to drink but he knew you well enough to know you were going to need one now. 

Returning a couple minutes later Tyson sets a mixed drink in front of you before sliding into the booth with a beer in his hand. “You’re okay?” Tyson whispers, leaning back in his seat to try to make his question discreet. 

“I’m fine,” you tell him dismissively. Because you weren’t. Not in the slightest. Because it was fun with Andre. But it was fun because you hadn’t made yourself have the conversation with him. The ‘what are we?’ conversation. Because ignorance is bliss until it all blows up in your face. You bring the drink Tyson had brought you to your lips when you catch sight of Andre whispering something in the blonde girl’s ear. You finish almost the whole glass in one drink, grateful for the sweet pepsi that masked the taste of whatever alcohol was in it. 

When you look back up you notice wide eyes on you, Ryan chuckling quietly to break up the tension. “I’ve got the next round,” he says to the table, but his eyes are on you full of pity in a way that makes you want to throw up. Because you were just another stupid girl who fell too hard and too fast for someone who just wanted another person to fuck. 

And Ryan is true to his word, and maybe more than he should be as the waitress brings a round of drinks for the table, and some extra tequila shots ‘for whoever wants one’ but as he says it he pushes one in front of you. And you throw it back quickly, not evening arguing with the fact that numbing the pain with alcohol was a bad idea. It was, logically, a horrible idea. But drinking till you forgot about how much it hurt to see Andre flirting with another girl at the bar just seemed so right in the moment. 

And by the time you’re on your third drink in the hour since you got there you realize maybe your plan wasn’t going to work. Because even though you were a little more numb to the pain you felt the grasp you had on your emotions weakening as well. So when you look up and see Andre walking to the table with the girl in tow you can feel the tears, can feel them caught in your throat, your body fighting to let them out even though it was the last thing your brain wanted. 

For the first time he notices you, his eyes landing on yours and softening immediately. Had he known Tyson was bringing you things would have played out differently. But he didn’t know that and truthfully, it didn’t matter. Because was it really better if he was just doing it behind closed doors rather than out in the open at a bar?

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, voice quiet and timid, like the five other people at the table were about to revolt against him. 

“Hi Andre,” you reply, your voice cold. And you wished that your emotions were as turned off as you made it seem like they were. 

“This is, uh,” Andre starts, turning to look at the girl who was with him. “This is…,” he begins again and you realize he couldn’t remember her name. 

Scoffing you shake your head, tapping Tyson’s thigh gently. “I’m going to the washroom, I can’t watch this shitshow,” you whisper to him, sliding out of the booth when Tyson gets up. 

You head to the bathroom, taking a few breaths under the fluorescent lights, everything feeling just a little hazy and blurry from the alcohol. Tyson is standing in the hallway when you walk out of the bathroom, one shoulder pressed to the wall as he leans against it. 

“You alright?” he asks. 

Swallowing heavily you shrug your shoulders, arms wrapped around your body as you try to soothe yourself, calm yourself down so you weren’t the girl crying in a bar over a boy. “Is that all I was to him, Tys?” you whisper, shaking your head. “Did he just figure he should actually remember my name because everyone else did? Because I was your friend?”

Tyson stares at you, noticing the way your eyes were filled with tears, the way your voice was breaking as you spoke, how you seemed to be shrinking into yourself. And he couldn’t remember ever being so mad before. Mad at how anyone could hurt you like this. Mad at himself for not protecting you from this. “Come here,” Tyson says gently, reaching over and pulling you into his chest. Because he didn’t know what he could say to make it better. He didn’t know exactly how Andre felt but standing there with you crying in his arms while Andre was throwing shots back with a stranger in the bar gave him a pretty clear idea that you weren’t far from the truth. But he would never dare say that. 

“I’m so stupid, Tys,” you mutter, clutching onto him. “Why did I think he actually cared?”

“You’re not stupid,” Tyson whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead as he pulls back to look into your eyes. “You thought that because you deserve to be with someone who actually cares the way you want them to.”

Sniffling you reach up and wipe the tears off your face. “I’m going to go,” you tell Tyson, as if it needed to be said. “You don’t have to come with me though, I’ll just go try to sleep this whole thing off.”

Tyson chuckles sarcastically, shaking his head. “I’m not staying.”

Smiling softly you nod, pulling him into another quick hug before nodding back towards the bar. You slowly approach the table, leaning down and grabbing your purse from where it was sitting on the booth bench beside Mikko. 

“We’re heading out,” Tyson tells the table and your eyes land on Andre, making eye contact. And it’s the exact situation you were in months prior, but this time you were making eye contact with Andre rather than Tyson and it was Tyson taking you home not Andre, but for entirely different reasons. 

“Y/N,” Andre says as you turn to leave. You look back, watching him push himself out of the booth and approach you hesitantly. “Can we please talk?” he whispers, looking over at Tyson. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you mutter, looking over at the blonde girl sitting at the table staring at her glass. None of this was her fault and you felt guilty that you had put her in such an uncomfortable situation. 

“There is,” Andre mutters, placing his hand on your forearm, thumb rubbing over your skin when he notices your eyes are glossy with tears again. 

“Don’t,” Tyson suddenly chimes in, pushing Andre’s hand off your arm, wrapping his own arm around you protectively. “You’ve done enough tonight.”

“I just want to talk to her,” Andre exclaims, hands up in defense after Tyson pushes him away. 

“There’s nothing you can fucking say, Andre. You hurt her. You hurt her because you don’t give a fuck. You don’t care about her. You could never care about her...not the way I do,” Tyson exclaims and you slowly pull out of his grasp, eyes widening at his outburst. 

“Tyson,” you whisper and you know he heard you but he doesn’t look down at you right away. Eventually he looks over and you don’t know what to do or say now, staring at him in a stunned silence. The same way everyone around you was staring in a stunned silence. 

Suddenly Naz is at your side. “I’m driving you home,” he says quietly. He had opted out of drinking for the night and you were more than grateful for that now. “Do you want Tyson to come with you?”

“I...I don’t know,” you whisper back to him, your eyes filling with tears again. Because you were three drinks too deep to figure any of this out. Because you were upset about Andre not caring about you but you were also mad at him for thinking he could just talk to you and it would all be fine. And you were confused about what Tyson said. And you were embarrassed that the whole night had played out like this. And it was all just too much. 

“It’s okay,” he says gently, hand on your lower back as he turns you away from the group. You let him guide you out of the bar, deciding it would be best to just let the night end there. 

Naz pulls up in front of your apartment building, shifting his car into park. “You’re sure you’re okay alone?”

“I’m fine,” you assure him, unbuckling your seatbelt. “I’m sorry the night turned out like that.”

“Hey...that was the most exciting shit I’ve been part of in awhile,” he jokes, chuckling as you push the door open. 

You can’t help but giggle at that, stepping out of the car. “Thanks again for driving me home.”

“Anytime. Call if you need anything,” he says before you shut the door, waiting in his car till you’re in the building before driving away. 

The night is filled with restless sleep, tossing and turning, your mind drifting back to the bar. But it’s not Andre that your half asleep self can’t stop thinking about. It’s Tyson. ‘You could never care about her...not the way I do’. What did that mean? What was so special about the way Tyson cared about you?

“I’m leaving,” Tyson declares after he watches you leave the bar with Naz. He was glad to see you leave with him, knowing he would get you home safe. But he wished you had answered when Naz asked if you wanted him to come with you. Wished you had said yes. 

“I’ll come outside and wait for your Uber with you,” Ryan offers, standing up and walking outside with Tyson. 

The tension remains at the table as Andre stands uncomfortably at the side of it, finally glancing back to where Nate and Mikko were left sitting at the table, the girl he had met having disappeared sometime between Naz and Ryan leaving the table. 

“What the fuck is his problem?” Andre finally mutters, sounding frustrated and confused. 

“Maybe it’s the fact that you just made the girl he’s in love with cry,” Nathan tells him with a bitter tone. 

“In love with?” Andre questions, eyes wide as he looks back and forth between Nate and Mikko. “Tyson is in love with Y/N?”

“She was never just a friend to him, Andre,” Nate mutters. 

“How was I supposed to know?” Andre exclaims defensively. “It’s not like it was obvious.”

“It was pretty obvious,” Mikko chimes in. “You were just too busy hooking up with her to notice.”

“Fuck,” Andre says, sitting back down as he stares at the surface of the table. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Leave Y/N alone and give Tyson some space, probably,” Nathan reasons, shrugging. “But I can’t speak from experience on this one,” he adds with a chuckle. 

Mikko laughs along with Nate, picking up his glass of beer and taking another drink. “Don’t know if anyone can.”

“Shut up,” Andre mutters, not able to find the humour in it the same way they were. Because he wasn’t sure if he could leave you alone. When he saw you upset over him something inside of him felt like it was breaking in a way that didn’t make sense. In a way that made him feel like he just had to do everything in his power to fix it. 

When you wake up the next morning you really wished the whole thing had just been one fucked up dream. But the missed call and three texts from Tyson made you aware that you hadn’t just dreamt it all. And then there was the text you weren’t expecting. A text from Andre.

You look at the text from Tyson first. ‘I’m sorry for making you come out last night. I’m sorry he would do that to you’ ‘I meant what I said, you deserve so much more than that’ ‘I just called to make sure you were okay, maybe you’re sleeping. Call if you need anything’ 

And then the one from Andre. ‘I need to talk to you’ 

You ignore it all as you lock your phone, dragging yourself to the bathroom and taking a shower. Despite everything that was going on you still needed to go to work. You had a life outside of boy drama, even though the last thing you wanted to do with a mild hangover and eyes swollen from crying was go to work. 

The day goes by slowly, your phone remaining in the bottom of your bag all day. You couldn’t bring yourself to face anything when you needed to be focusing on work. And then when you got home from work you convinced yourself that you couldn’t face it with your blood sugar low so you made and ate dinner. And then you were tired, so you really couldn’t face it then either. And the next morning you knew the guys would be boarding a plane to begin a string of away games and you didn’t want to distract from that. 

And the excuses continued for days until you got a text from someone you really weren’t expecting. Nathan. ‘Can you just tell me you’re okay? They’re both worried about you.’

You knew you had to reply to that one. Because it wasn’t about feelings or what you were planning to do about your relationships with Tyson and Andre. It was about your safety. ‘I’m fine, tell them there’s nothing to worry about’. 

‘He probably doesn’t want me to say this but Tyson is a mess. Could you call or at least just text him yourself?’

And the pain you feel when you read that text is indescribable, a mixture of sadness and guilt. You had never meant to hurt Tyson. You just needed space, needed to figure out what you were doing, how you were feeling about it all. 

But you dial his number immediately, curling up on the couch as you wait for him to answer. 

“Y/N?” he answers, as if it were more likely that someone else would have your phone and have decided to call you than it was for you to actually be calling. 

“Hey,” you say quietly. “Sorry I didn’t answer you sooner, Nathan texted and said you were....worried.”

“Well, yeah, I was worried,” Tyson exclaims. “I don’t hear from you for three days after you have a full on meltdown in a bar. Why wouldn’t I be worried?”

“Don’t...don’t make it sound like I did something wrong,” you whisper. 

“Picking him was wrong, Y/N. Picking him when you had someone who was in love with you right in front of you was wrong.”

“What are you talking about?” you whisper, adrenaline pumping through your body anxiously at the way his tone was raised in frustration and anger. 

“Nothing,” Tyson mutters and you can hear commotion muffled on the other end of the line. “I have to go, we’re heading to the arena. Thanks for finally letting me know you’re fine.”

“Tyson,” you plead, the angry tone in his voice setting off a panic inside you. “Tyson, please, I’m sorry.”

“I really have to go,” he tells you before hanging up. 

The silence after the call ends is haunting and you feel a few tears slip from your eyes. The last thing you ever wanted was to hurt your relationship with Tyson but you were beginning to feel like you had done just that. Was it him? Was he talking about himself? Was he in love with you? Or was the way he said it meaningful...was he at one point in love with you but not anymore?

You watch the game that night. You couldn’t not watch. Couldn’t miss watching a game when the only reason not to watch it was because you were upset with Tyson and Andre. You watch Tyson score a goal and cheer to yourself alone in your living room forgetting for a second that things weren’t great between you two. When the game ends with the Avs winning you pull your phone out, unsure if you should text him or not. You always did when they were playing away games, win or lose. It felt wrong, petty, to not text him tonight. 

‘Congratulations, you played great tonight’ you type out, followed by a smiling emoji. 

‘Thanks’ is all you get back hours later and your heart aches. Because when was that all Tyson said to you? He was never that brief. And you can’t think of anything else you should or could say, going to bed that night with a heavy feeling in your chest. 

It’s only a couple more days till Tyson is back in Denver but it feels like months. You missed Tyson so much and it made it so much worse not being able to text him, not having late night facetime calls where you talked in quiet tones, both so tired that you couldn’t get the energy to speak any louder. 

You had just gotten home from work when you heard a knock on your door, walking to it hesitantly. When you pull it open your eyes widen, shocked to find Tyson standing in front of you. “Hi,” you whisper, dropping your hand from the door as you stare at him. 

“I missed you,” is all Tyson has to say before you’re stepping forward, wrapping your arms around him. His arms find your waist, slowly walking you backwards so you weren’t standing in the hallway anymore. And your eyes are filled with tears again. This time though you’re not angry or upset, you’re simply relieved. Relieved that you hadn’t ruined your friendship. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just,” you begin, pulling back to wipe your eyes, laughing softly in response. You had sure done a lot of crying in front of Tyson. But you also spent more time with Tyson than anyone else in your life, so you figured that had to make sense on some level. “I’m just glad you’re here. I was so scared, Tys.”

“Scared of what?” Tyson asks quickly, his voice raising slightly, defensive as he holds your arms gently. 

“Losing you,” you whisper. 

Tyson’s lips part, eyes softening, a heavy breath leaving his lips. “You’re not going to lose me...I love you, Y/N,” he admits, voice shaky. 

“What you said on the phone?” you whisper, watching him nod in response. 

“I was talking about me. But it’s not going to change our friendship because you don’t feel the same way. I care about you just as much...as my friend. My best friend.”

Your mind is a blur as you listen to him, your eyes glancing down to his lips and you can’t stop thinking about kissing him. Because even though you had history with Andre it was only Tyson who you were thinking about since that night where everything spiraled out of control. And it’s not like you hadn’t felt strange things towards him before. In the happiness you felt when he invited you to things with ‘some of the other girlfriends and wives’ as if you fit into that ground, in how jealous you felt at the idea of him being with another girl, the guilt you felt when you lied to him about sleeping with Andre in the beginning, like you were cheating on him. 

“What are you thinking?” Tyson whispers, breaking you from your thoughts. 

Leaning up you press your lips to his and he kisses you back immediately. His lips are soft and his touch is gentle. The kiss lasts a couple more seconds before he pulls back. “Do you actually feel the same way towards me or as you just doing this because you don’t want to lose me?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Tyson. The thought of you being with anyone else makes me nauseous and that’s so selfish of me to say now, after everything. I know that. But I never thought about us like that. I thought my jealousy was just part of our friendship but I don’t think...I don’t think that’s normal.”

Tyson nods slowly, reaching over and taking your hands in his. “So what does this mean?”

Shrugging you look at him for a second before a smile spreads on your lips. “Tyson, will you go for dinner with me tonight?” you ask, realizing the question didn’t carry the punch you had hoped for. “As a date,” you add quickly. “Will you go on a date with me?”

Tyson smiles, chuckling quickly as he nods. “I’d love to.”

And you two took it from there. It was a first date you had been on where you were both already completely into each other, when you already knew almost every detail of each other's lives. And perhaps because of that or perhaps simply because it’s Tyson it’s the best first date of your life.

After dinner you end up back at your apartment and you make a joke about not sleeping with someone on the first date but it’s barely an hour before you’re on your bed, hands and lips all over each other. And Tyson fucks you like he’s trying to make up for the months of being so enamored by you but unable to say or do anything about it. You sleep better than you had in awhile, with Tyson’s arms wrapped around you. And when you wake up he’s still there, still holding you like he was scared someone would steal you away. 

And you wake him with a few soft kisses on his cheek. “Will you go out for breakfast with me?” you whisper, Andre’s comment about not going for breakfast with him the morning after hooking up the first time in the back of your mind. 

Tyson smiles sleepily, nodding as he pulls you back, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Of course,” he mutters tiredly. 

And by the time you two get up and get yourselves together it’s definitely brunch. But it’s perfect. Everything felt so right and comfortable. 

Part Four 

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[lilxberry]

Dare - Maddy Perez

Synopsis;

Maddy, during a party, was dared to pull quite the mean trick on you, who everyone seems to know had liked Maddy. What comes to follow certainly isn’t that of happy endings.

Warnings: Language. Hella angst. Mentions of alcohol. Underage drinking. Maddy a mega bitch in this

Words: 1,112

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Reader

(A/N: Part 2 maybe? I’m debating it. I think I’m gonna leave it and see the response to this first before I make a decision.)

Part 2: Truth 

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The music was blaring through the house as you entered. You agreed to meet the girls at the party since they wouldn’t take no to coming for an answer.

So here you were, scouring the house for your friends in, of course, the McKay residence.

As you ventured further into the house, you felt a burning gaze follow you around as you searched for your group. You shook of the uneasy feeling of being watched and soon found Rue and Jules by the kitchen island decorated with a wide variety of alcoholic drinks.

“There she is!” Jules exclaimed loudly, clearly already effected by the alcohol she’s consumed. “We thought you got murdered on the way over or some shit, bitch.”

“Hello to you, too.” You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement at the girls already tipsy state. “Hey Rue.” You greeted the other girl, focusing your attention on to the girl.

“Hey. You drinking tonight?”

“I might have a few, kinda don’t wanna get blackout drunk, y’know?”

Rue snorts and nods her head in acknowledgement. Although, it appears as something over you shoulder has drawn her attention away from you for a few seconds.

She turns her gaze back towards you with a knowing, all too cocky smirk plastered across her face. “It appears someone’s a fan of your costume.”

You brow knits together in confusion as you twist your head, straining your neck to peer over your shoulder to find the person Rue spoke of. As your gaze fell upon the crowd of rowdy, drunken teens, you noticed a certain brunette quickly look away once your eyes met.

Yet again, you decided to shrug it off, think nothing more of the strange occurrence. As you recompose yourself, you eyes linger on the counter littered with drinks and decide to help yourself.

Soon, Kat and Lexi decided to join back with Rue and Jules, greeting you as they realised you finally had arrived. You and the rest of the group decided to take a few shots before moving out back.

As you advance to outside, you risked one last glance towards the girl you connected eyes with minutes earlier and sure enough, Maddy Perez was staring directly at you, glued to Nate’s side.

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The night advance and the drinks continued to slip down the back of your throat. You were on cloud 9, feeling the best you’ve ever felt. Your earlier declaration of “a few drinks” forgot after your fourth red solo cup filled with some mixed concoction.

As you sat outside in the brisk, fresh air on a sun lounger beside the pool, you took in the appearance of an equally drunk Maddy, stumbling her way towards you as her drink sloshed in her hand and giggles escaped her upturned, parted, full lips.

Once she reached the sun lounger you were currently occupied, she quickly placed herself upon your lap. “Whoops!” 

“Hey Maddy.” You drunkenly slurred, goofily grinning up at her, eyes hooded, feeling heavy from your alcohol intake.

“You,” She pointed towards your chest, long, polished nail pressed into the dip of your skin where your neck met your chest. “I want you.” She spoke in a low, sultry tone.

You surveyed your surroundings, spotting Nate too far away with the others from the schools football team. “What about Nate?”

“What about him?” Maddy giggled in response. “We can worry about him another time.” She leant in close to your ear, pulling your earlobe in between her teeth, her hot breath fanning against the side of your neck.

“This isn’t a good idea, Mads.” The low tone in your voice produced a growl from the back of your throat. Your hands came to settle on her waist, fingers digging into her flesh, your half filled cup long forgotten.

She brought her face towards yours again, lips lightly dragging across your skin as she moved to face you again. Your noses touch as her painted lips ghosted over your own. “That makes it more fun.”

With a sudden surge forward, she smashed her lips to yours, not caring about the people surrounding her, including Nate.

You swiped your tongue across Maddy’s bottom lip, asking for permission which she granted hastily. You soon took control of the kiss, tongue dominating hers as they danced around each other, saliva swirling together.

Your right hand wanders further down towards her ass and your left tightens its grip on her waist as hers latch themselves around your neck, lightly pulling at the easy accessible hair towards your neck.

A small amount of time passes before the two of you part, slightly panting, desperate to intake air. Your eyes wander to your surrounding once the loud cheering and whistles register with you. Most party goers seemed to watched the miniature make out happening near by.

Your gaze falls back on to Maddy, studying her face, trying to decipher what she’s currently feeling.

Maddy smirks before quickly standing and smoothing out her outfit before strutting back over towards the group she had originally came from. “Dare complete, fuckers!” She exclaimed loudly and another round of cheering and applause came from the group.

You looked towards with a confused yet hurt expression etched on to your face. Maddy falters for a moment as she notices your expression. You quickly switched your expression from hurt to stoic as quick as a whippet and proceeded to stand yourself, heading towards the house.

Maddy’s eyes flicker between you and the group, having a miniscule debate with herself about whether she should go after you or not. She shook her head, mind made up. You’ll surely forget what happened and realise it was all for a dare.

She turned on her heel as she strode over to Nate with a smirk that re applied itself on to her face, matching the football players’.

Meanwhile, you barged your way through the crowd, making your way towards the front door, hoping for a quick exit without further embarrassment. 

‘Of course it was a fucking dare. How could I be so fucking stupid to think otherwise?’

You felt the familiar tears sting your eyes as you finally reached the entrance of the house. You quickly rush pass the threshold and out of the party, beginning your trek back home.

Once you deemed that you’ve put enough distance between you and that stupid party, you allowed the tears to fall, cascading down your cheeks, silently sobbing with the occasional sniffle as you head back to your own house post-haste. If there’s anything you’ve learnt from tonight, it’s people are snakes and fuck the lot of them.

Fuck parties. Fuck people. Fuck Maddy Perez.

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My first official Euphoria story AND it just so happened to be focused from an LGBTQ+ standpoint

I love Maddy and we know she isn’t this shit of a person, I just felt like angst would work great with this fic rn

Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading just as much as I had writing this

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated 

If you’d like to see a Part 2 to this, let me know :D

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[cranehusbands]

null and voided

Crypto | Park Tae Joon/Wraith | Renee Blasey; voidwalker timeline; hurt/comfort; voidwalker/whitelisted; apex rarepair week; 1563 words

a/n: and here’s where i show you just how unhinged i am.

SO. FOR CONTEXT. me and a friend (it’s mr tumblr user the-goolings, nate) have an au/plotline for the voidwalker timeline seen in wraith’s original story short, with voidwalker being... voidwalker, and her guy in the chair helping her out is crypto, who is originally in his hired gun skin variant before being captured by the syndicate and like... half-cyborged? before he escaped to wait for her while she went about with her revenge. it’s fucked! but anyways they make me feel and they’re in LOVE. please ask me more about this au if you’re so inclined i have. a lot

a very late day 6 for @apex-rarepairweek, hurt/comfort! 

likes < reblogs, any comments in the tags are appreciated

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Preview: Renee pushed away some of the schematics for the parts in his chest cavity, folding her arms across the dining table and resting her head on top of him, turning to keep an eye on him as he was sleeping… no, as he was shut off. He was hardly human, he’d said so himself, he didn’t sleep. ...But that wasn’t right, was it. He still lived, and felt, just as she did, and although he didn’t breathe and eat he still existed by her side like he always did, and that was as human as it got, right? [...] “God, Tae, how did this happen?” 

The only sounds echoing through the apartment were the loud contact of metal on metal, small curses and larger ones, and electricity crackling between two loose wires with a frustrated grumble. Old Chinese food boxes laid strewn around the apartment, old clothes discarded without a second thought, a blanket thrown over the couch like a makeshift bed, and the dining table taken over with tools and schematics, first person pronouns littering the notes of parts and functions. The radio at one end of the table quietly played the news, news of wars and violence that was just white noise against the gentle scraping of metal.

 Renee cursed to herself again, slamming the screwdriver back down on the table as she sat up and rolled her shoulder, scowling a little. She was learning this as she was going along, which was hard when the handwriting on your only guide was illegible most of the time. Running a hand down her face, her fingers parted for a moment, and she dared to steal a glance down at the body resting on the sofa that she’d dragged into the dining room, at the way the metal reflected the synthetic lights, how peaceful he looked, like a… fucked up, cyborg sleeping beauty, eyes closed and chest wide open, exposing the wires and components that kept him alive. How her friend, her partner, her lover, Taejoon Park, was sitting there, half human and half machine, and how she was repairing him for the third time that week.

 Getting back to their timeline had been a mess. She’d done what they’d been fighting for all this time, saving herself from another dimension in her place, barely surviving by the skin of her teeth. Sometimes she could still feel the blood of the man who had ruined her life splashing onto her face, remembering the feeling of his skull as it marbled in her grip with every bash against the wall, and she couldn’t tell if that felt good or not. But what didn’t feel good was stumbling back into their own quiet, secluded apartment, practically tripping through a portal, delirious from blood loss, leaning a shoulder up against the wall as she shook off the heavy gear and dragged her blood along the paint, and seeing a man who seemed so familiar but still so strange rushing to meet her, staring at her as if he was an illusion. She wondered if that was just what he was - he looked like Taejoon, looked at her like he used to, lips parting in the same way as he brought a hand up to her face to hold her, but his touch was cold, metallic and unwelcoming, but all the same, it was him, surely?

 The way his nightmares haunted him, and the way he gripped for her in his sleep as if she would leave him, all but confirmed it.

 It was the Syndicate, he’d said. Got to him when he was gone. Tortured him, barely kept him alive, involuntarily entered him into a simulacrum program, where he escaped with the last of his humanity and had been living in isolation for months before she’d gotten home. He didn’t sleep, or eat - he didn’t need to, not anymore. He just listened to the sounds of his own parts functioning, and wondered what it would be like to hear them stop. He’d taken down all the mirrors, covered the windows and any other reflections, making sure that he didn’t have to see himself, and what he was forced to become. Tried to find Mila by himself, he’d said, but he kept flipping between hopelessness and sheer mania, trashing the apartment before fixing it again to trash it again. All while she was dimensions away, totally unaware that the man who helped her get this far was barely hanging on, waiting for her to come home.

 It wasn’t her fault. Not by any means, and Taejoon had told her as much. But now that what she’d made her life’s purpose was just another page in the book of her personal history, it was all she could think about. Renee pushed away some of the schematics for the parts in his chest cavity, folding her arms across the dining table and resting her head on top of him, turning to keep an eye on him as he was sleeping… no, as he was shut off. He was hardly human, he’d said so himself, he didn’t sleep. ...But that wasn’t right, was it. He still lived, and felt, just as she did, and although he didn’t breathe and eat he still existed by her side like he always did, and that was as human as it got, right? She let out a sigh, shaking as she did so, biting her lip as her eyes started to well with tears, continuing to watch him and remembering the times he’d fall asleep, just like this, at his desk, working for hours for her sake and his own, as she’d wrap a blanket over his shoulder and ruffle his hair with a gentle kiss to the temple-

“God, Tae, how did this happen?” She whispered to herself, breaking down and turning her head away to sob against her forearm, unable to stop herself, her whole body shaking with the force of it, bottled up day in and day out of repairs. Had she let him down? What had they become? Zombies, searching for truth and revenge, the syndicate one step in front with a knife behind their back. She’d gotten revenge in one dimension, but what about the countless others she saw in her sleep, the voices that followed her everywhere and the void that beckoned for soulless company-

 She held in a breath at the familiar whining sound of servo’s releasing locked up air, fans kicking in as a single robotic eye looked around, making noise with every movement. Renee rubbed her eyes against her arm before she sat up, forcing a light smirk. “Hey. I’m not finished, why’d you-”

“Forced startup. Syndicate slave code.” Even now, it was hard to get used to the slight crackle in his voice as he spoke, as he moved his hand to point to the back of his neck.

“We gotta get that fixed.”

“...Have you been crying?”

She froze. “I- no, it’s nothing-”

“Renee…”

“Don’t ‘Renee’ me, Tae.” She almost snapped, not wanting the pity, before she felt herself deflate. “I said it’s nothing, OK?”

She listened to the way his cybernetic eye moved to look her up and down, moving his hands to support himself as he slowly sat up. “Wait, no, I’m not-”

“Quiet.”

“What- no, let me finish my work first.”

He closed up his ribcage with a light click, looking up to her as she rolled her eyes. “There. No more work.”

“That’s only going to wreck itself later, and you’re going to complain, you know that, right?”

“I don’t matter right now. All that matters is you.”

Though she slightly softened, Renee opened her mouth to speak again, only cutting herself off as he put a hand against her cheek - it was cold, but still so warm, and full of love, as he ran a hand across her cheek.

Taejoon moved his hand up to across her freshly shaven (another bad episode with the void, instinctive) head - the metal was cold against her skin, enough to make her flinch a little, but she stayed, almost leaning into it like a cat would, as he gave her a tired smile, moving his hand to hold her face, fingers still stroking what little hair was above her ears. “Kiwi…”

Renee paused, opening her eyes and cocking an eyebrow as she held onto his wrist. “Did… you just call me a kiwi?”

“Mhm… you’re soft and fuzzy.”

She looked at him, chuckling and scoffing a little, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you. Remind me never to cry about you again.”

“Noted. I would never want you to, regardless.”

“But you know I will. We’re just made that way.”

Taejoon hummed, looking down, almost defeated. 

She sighed and pressed her forehead against his, touching what little of his skin was left, listening to the way his eyes closed and gears kicked into overdrive at the soft physical contact, chuckling to herself. “I love you, Tae.”

“Yeah… yeah. I love you too.”.

 “We’re gonna be OK, I promise.” Her voice was quieter now, only for her entire world, as she opened her eyes to look at him, almost blinded by his as he looked back at her.

“As long as we’re together, I don’t think we’ll ever be OK.” Despite himself, Taejoon laughed, her voice gaining that familiar crackle to it as he moved his hand down from her head to her shoulder. “But I suppose… that’s just fine with me.”

Renee moved herself back a little to go in again, moving in to plant a kiss against his lips, slow and deliberate. He was cold to the touch but warm with the love and care for her he felt with every fiber of his being, both what little of him remained and everything that had been replaced, as he returned the kiss, the bells and whistles all going off in harmony as she chuckled into the kiss they shared, feeling a gentle slap against her arm.

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