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#were not allowed to leave the house though (i think theres a car watching us making sure we dont leave =_=) so i cant buy it myself
transgaysex · 3 years
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overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom
genre: fluff fluff fluff
a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)
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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.
it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.
"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.
you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.
"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.
"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.
"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.
"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.
"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.
before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.
and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.
you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.
of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.
you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.
spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.
and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.
he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.
"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.
he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.
"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.
"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.
you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.
"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.
he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.
he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.
a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.
he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.
unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.
he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.
you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.
"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.
"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.
"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.
you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!
"ill help you look" you decided.
"please do," he chuckled.
"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.
"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"
his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.
you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.
you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.
is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.
you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"
with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.
dear y/n,
today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that
dear y/n,
im in love with you. too forward
dear y/n,
you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep
you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.
"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.
"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.
"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"
"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.
"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."
"youre not mad?"
"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"
"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.
"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.
he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."
you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.
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honeyhan-123 · 3 years
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The Monster In Plain Sight ~ III
Series Summary: Steve’s been slowly biding his time, playing the role of the perfect Captain America, but now he’s sick of playing and he’s going to take what he wants.
Chapter Summary: Steve peels back his mask. 
Warnings:Dark!Steve, non-con, allusions to past victims, Steve is a serial rapist in this, trapping the reader. I’m sorry if theres more but I’m half dead right now so just let me know and I’ll fix it. 
Word Count: 3.2k
AN: This is my contribution to trying to make 2021 better than the shit show that was 2020. I really hope y’all like it!
Also, I’m thinking that maybe this is the last part? Let me know if you want more but I’m not too sure. 
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The ‘safe house’ that Steve had chosen was really just his own little cabin in the woods. Of course it wasn’t just like any regular cabin, there were safety measures in place. Like the fact that it was at least five miles away from the nearest residence, or the fact that to get in or out of the building his thumbprint was needed. But you didn’t need to know any of that. 
It was a three hour drive and Steve couldn’t help but peak over at you out of the corner of his eyes for the entire duration. You wore jeans and a sweater that Steve longed to rip from your body. Once he had you safely tucked away in his cabin he’d make sure you could never hide your body again. 
The thoughts alone of what he had planned made him shift uncomfortably in his seat, trying to readjust himself in his pants. Oh how he longed to just pull over to the side of the road and slide into his new home between your legs. It physically pained him but he still had at least an hour drive to go and he didn’t want to risk you drawing any attention during that time. 
It took longer than Steve wanted to reach his cabin but at long last he finally turned onto the dirt road that made up the last two or so miles to the house. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as you stared out at the dense forest, a hint of nervousness starting to screen in. In a sick way Steve was glad that you were finally starting to realise how vulnerable you were now. 
It had been almost too easy for Steve to convince you to trust him and he couldn’t wait to shatter that trust. To show you the monster that had been lurking in plain sight. 
When he finally eased the car to a complete stop, he allowed himself one last glance back at you. It wouldn’t be the last time he would be seeing you but it would be the last time you would look at him with that level of trust in your eyes. At least, for a while. 
Steve had no doubt that if he kept you here for long enough, you would eventually cave to him. Although, none of the others had lasted long enough for that…
It was rare for anyone to catch his eye for long enough for Steve to bring them here. And the few that had, quickly learnt that Steve was not the epitome of patience that the media often portrayed him as. 
Steve shrugged those memories away. They were the past and he was here with you now. He was certain you wouldn’t disappoint him like the others had. You wouldn’t end up like they had. 
He gave you one last smile before opening his door. The cool autumn air hinted at the fast approaching winter and he saw you shiver as he carried your bags up to the front door. 
‘This is home sweet home. There are various safety measures around the place but you don’t really need to worry about all that. All I want you to concern yourself with is settling in. I want you to like it here as much as I do. After all, it is your new home.’ His words sent a wave of confusion through you.
‘For the next few weeks at least.’ You corrected him with a smile as you gazed around the mud room, completely missing the flash of anger that momentarily took a hold of Steve's features. 
‘Right. Well, it could take some time to catch whoever fucked you.’ You gasped at his vulgar language, turning to face him. 
‘That’s not the word I would have used.’ 
Steve merely shrugged away your chastisement and gestured to the hallway. ‘Let me show you to the bedroom. You followed as he led the way past the dining room and then the kitchen. Just by the door to the kitchen you saw another, one that held a flight of dark stairs, presumably to a basement of sorts. You were glad to not be sleeping down there. 
When Steve nudged the bedroom door open you were surprised by how lived in the room looked. You would have thought a safe house would have a sort of desolate feel to it, but not this one. It almost had a sort of homey feel to it. 
You expected Steve to just dump your bags down on the bed and then disappear off to wherever he would be sleeping but instead, he closed the door behind him and you heard a faint click of a lock. You whipped around to face him, about to ask why he’d locked the door but the words died in your throat as you caught sight of his darkened eyes. 
‘Steve…’ Your voice was timid, taken aback by the abrupt change in him and all too aware of just how alone you were now. ‘What are you doing?’
‘What I’ve been waiting to do for months.’ His voice was deeper than usual and your throat felt tight as he shrugged out of his jacket. It was only when he turned to hang it up in the closet did you realise why the cabin had such a homey feel to it. It had that feeling because it was a home. His home.
‘I- I don’t understand. What do you mean “what you’ve wanted to do for months?”’
‘I mean I’ve been watching you. Waiting for this moment. Patiently biding my time until I had you completely at my mercy.’ He started closing the distance between your bodies and with every step he took, you took one backwards. ‘You know, it’s kind of funny. I knew from the first moment I saw you that I would have you, but I didn’t realise until last night that I wouldn’t be satisfied with just a one off occurrence. You’re better than that, you deserve more.’ 
The back of your legs hit the foot of the bed and you stumbled back onto it, trying to crawl away as the realisation sunk into you. ‘Last night? That - that was you?’ Your voice was merely a whisper but in the silence of the cabin there was no doubt he heard you. 
‘Of course it was me. Why else do you think I made sure I was the first one to find you this morning? Getting you here would’ve been a little harder if you had gotten the authorities involved.’
‘You had no intention of ever helping me. Then why…’
‘Make you get the sperm for a DNA test?’ He finished your question for you, a twisted smirk on his lips. ‘That, I admit, was purely for my own entertainment. Plus I wanted to see your perfect little cunt again.’
‘So what? You just took me here for… for what?’ Panic was truly starting to set in as he revealed what a monster he really was. 
‘Isn’t it obvious? I want you. I wasn’t content with just one night. I want more. So I brought you here, miles away from the nearest residential area. You can scream as loud as you like but no one will ever hear you. You can try to escape me but I will catch up before you even make it off the property. You’re mine to do with a I please now.’ 
His words sent a shiver down your spine and you didn’t doubt that he meant every single one of them, yet there was a part of you that refused to give up hope. This had to all be a dream. Some sick, twisted nightmare. 
You hadn't seen him move but suddenly you were pushed onto your back and his arms were on either side of you, caging you in. ‘So go ahead.’ His lips brushed your own as he breathed the words. ‘Do it. Scream for me.’ 
His words were your only warning before his hands met the straps of your tank top and abruptly tore it away from your body. Your arms came up, trying to shield yourself from him but he swiftly gathered your wrists in his hand and pinned them above your head. 
You thrashed your hips wildly, trying to buck him off of you to no avail. Instead, he slipped his spare forefinger down along your sternum and hooked it underneath your bra. With one last devious smirk down at you, he pulled it away. 
It hurt as it tore around your chest, leaving you completely bare to him. ‘That’s much better isn’t it?’ His eyes danced along your breasts as he spoke, completely enraptured by them for the time being. 
You thrashed even more wildly, your desperation kicking up a notch as his hand slipped along your stomach and down to the waistband of your pants. He deftly undid the button to your jeans and then the fly. He used your own movement to aid him in pulling the denim and your modest panties down and away from your legs. 
You breathed in his own breath as his fingers forced their way between your thighs. ‘Well… Look at this.’ He pulled his hand back so you could see the glistening fingers. ‘I knew you were different. You want it. You want me.’ You tried to speak, to deny his claims but he interrupted before you even had the chance. ‘Don’t bother with whatever falsity you’re trying to say. Those gorgeous lips can lie to me but your body can’t.’ With that he shoved his hand back between your thighs and started playing with the slick he had found there. 
You wanted to hate it, and you did to an extent. Yet, there was a small part of you that couldn’t ignore the growing fire that his fingers had ignited. ‘Stop it please. Steve. Stop.’ Your commands were pitiful even to your own ears. 
‘You and I both know you don’t mean that Baby.’ You shuddered at the pet name yet your denial was caught in your throat as his fingers found your clit. An involuntary gasp fell from your lips and it was all the invitation that Steve needed to lean down and slide his tongue into your open mouth. 
You recoiled at the unfamiliar feeling but no matter how hard though tried to shove him off, he was too strong. He remained stuck, on top of you, the only barrier was his arm leading down to your cunt where he continued to draw out moan after moan from your lips. 
‘That’s it Baby. Just give in to me. Isn’t it so much easier? To just give in to what your body so desperately needs?’ His words were mumbled against your lips and you tried to speak out, only for another moan to betray your mind. 
His hand had shifted slightly, and suddenly there was a finger poking at your entrance as his palm continued to brush against your bundle of nerves. You were unable to do anything but lie there and take it as his finger easily slid into your channel. 
No sooner than he had one finger inside you did he add a second and then a third. ‘God, you’re so fuckin’ wet. So tight. I can’t wait to see you take my cock again.’ His words should have repulsed you but instead they furthered your own excitement. Your thighs clenching desperately around his hand. ‘Oh you like that do you? Me talking dirty? Reminding you that your best feature will always be right here?’ His hand drew back and lightly slapped your swollen lips. ‘This hole. This cunt. It’s fucking marvellous.’ Your eyes squeezed shut on their own accord as his fingers brushed against that spot inside you. 
You were repulsed by your body's reaction. The coil inside your gut grew tighter and tighter with every ministration of his. You longed for him to get off of you yet you also longed for him. Your body and mind were at war with one another but not for long. Your body claimed a swift victory.as your orgasm approached and continued to wash over you, from the tips of your toes to your muddled mind. 
Wave after wave of pleasure consumed you, making its way over your body as your walls pulsed around his fingers. 
‘That’s a good girl. Just give in. I can give you this and so much more.’ You were in such a daze as he spoke that you didn’t even realise his body briefly leaving yours as he hastily shoved his hands down his thighs and his shirt falling to the floor nearby. Just as quickly as his body had left yours, it returned. 
He apparently didn’t think you needed restraining anymore and you hated how his assumption was correct. You were in no state to fight back anymore and you questioned if you even wanted to. You felt his hand lightly brush against your sensitive lips before there was a poking sensation. You gasped as he pushed his way into you. Your groin was already sore from the night before and now you truly knew why. You didn’t have to be able to fully see him to know Steve was just as big down there as he was everywhere else. 
It felt as though he were splitting you open and you tried to shove him off once more, unable to bear with the pain. Your attempts were futile as your hands were merely met with a wall of smooth muscle. ‘I know baby. I know it hurts but - fuck. I’ll make it feel better. I’ll make it all feel better.’ You took little reassurance from his words as he began thrusting, slowly pulling out inch by inch before forcing his way back in. 
His slow pace was torturous. Despite the pain, your body wanted more and it wanted it now. On their own accord, hips slightly lifted up to meet his, trying to invite him further in and Steve needed no further prompting. His pace shifted drastically, his hips now pummelling into yours over and over again. ‘I knew you wanted it. I knew you wanted me. You put up a good fight but now that you have a cock. In you, you’re just a mindless little fuck doll aren’t you?’ When you couldn’t respond his hand lightly slapped your cheek, gripping it tightly. ‘Aren’t you?’ 
You gasped out a meaner ‘yes’. And watched as his smile grew. 
‘And whose fuck doll are you?’ His words alone were menacing enough and you needed no further prompting to answer him this time. 
‘Yours. Steve… I’m yours.’ The words were out of your lips before you had truly had the chance to process what you were saying. 
‘That’;s right Baby. You’re all mine.’ His thrusts paused only briefly as he placed his feet back on the ground and pulled your ass towards the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands gripped your thighs harshly, no doubt leaving a myriad of bruises in their wake. He used his new position to push even further in than you thought possible. How could he reach this far inside you? His gaze was directed down at where your bodies met with the sound of clapping flesh. 
‘See that Baby? See how well your body takes me? How deep I am inside you, basically in your womb?’ His words terrified you but there was a part of you that longed for me. ‘See this right here?’ His finger tapped your abdomen and you could see what he meant as he moved. Even through all the layers of fat, muscle and skin you could still see the bulbous head of his cock as he speared into you. ‘You were made for this. For me.’
You shredded as he hand moved down from your stomach and back to your clit. You didn’t want to want his fingers or any part of him for that matter, yet your body continued to betray you, a mewl falling from your lips as he flicked your clit. 
The coil which you had been denying grew tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips. You could tell Steve had realised how closer you were as you felt him pull back, his pace slowing ever so slightly. He had drawn you tantalisingly close to the edge and yet refused to push you over. You hated the way your eyes met his, large and doe like, silently begging for more. 
‘You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to cum Baby. I wanna hear you beg for me. For my cock.’ You shook your head back and forth, determined not to cave. All this earned you was a humourless laugh. ‘Let me make this real simple for you Baby. You can either beg for me like a good girl or I can simply stop giving a fuck about your pleasure.’ As though to emphasise his words he let his fingers cease their dance along your clit, causing a whimper to fall from your lips. ‘It’s really up to you. But dildo make your mind up quickly, I’m not feeling very patient.’
Five thrusts. That was all it took for your resolve to crumble and for the words to start tumbling from your lips. ‘Please. Please Steve. Let me cum. I need it.’ 
‘Oh Baby, you and I both know you can do better.’ His words mocked you as his slow pace drove you crazy. 
You swallowed down your pride as you prepared to say your next words. ‘I need you Steve. You’re-’ You were cut off by the sudden fierceness of his thrusts, once again bringing you back to the edge. There was a warning look in his eye as he gazed down at you to keep going with your begging however. ‘You’re the only one. The only one who can give me what I want. What I need.’ Your words which he had clearly so longed to hear sent him over the edge as he collapsed on top of you, grinding his hips against you as he pumped you full of his cum. You hated how the feeling of him coating your walls was what did you in, triggering your own desperate release. Your walls clenched around him, pulsing as your body tried to lock him into place. 
The time it took for Steve to recover truly said a great deal about how much he had wanted this. How own breaths were laboured as he lay unmoving on top of you, his forehead pressed against your own, forcing you to breathe in his air. 
‘God Baby,. That was even better than last night. So much better. I think I… I need a little break before round two. Maybe next time you could do all the work and ride me like how you ride that little dildo of yours hmmm?’ His words were hazy but the force with  which he lifted you up from the edge of the bed and moved so that he lay with his head against the pillow, his cock not once slipping out of you was astonishing. His arms locked around your waist, holding you in place as he yawned. ‘Maybe you could wake me up after my little nap like that? I don’t think there's any better way to be woken up.’ 
His azure eyes closed and you dreaded the next time you would see them once more. 
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heavcnslyre · 3 years
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ricky bowen x reader second series!! part one
— (continuation) starstruck au!
first series | series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten
IN WHICH you cherish the last few days you have with ricky before he leaves for california.
WARNINGS n / a
NOTES first part of my new series!!!! super cheesy but it’s sweet hope you enjoy!!
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you smiled at ricky’s last message and clicked your phone off, cuddling back into your sheets. ricky had been staying with you the past few days and it was nice to be able to spend time with him, but he was leaving tomorrow. you constantly thought about how different it’s going to be— with him in california and you in new york. you lived such different lives: you were a high school senior in a random city in new york and he was a famous singer in los angeles, california. you were nervous to be away from him for so long, but you knew it wasn’t forever.
you had almsot drifted off to sleep again when you heard your bedroom door open and close. you opened your eyes and peeped over at ricky, who grinned at you when you made eye contact.
“good morning,” he said. he was carrying a box of donuts which he set on your bed close to your feet.
“morning!” you replied cheerfully as you sat up and grabbed the box. he sat on the bed carefully next to you. you pulled out a jelly filled donut.
“i am going to make such a mess on my bed,” you commented, powder already falling from your donut onto the sheets. he laughed and grabbed a glazed donut.
“no surprise there.”
you laughed and took a bite of your donut. after a minute, you turned to him. “what should we do today?”
“hm,” he thought for a moment. “good question.”
“i wish it wasn’t your last day here,” you said. “i have to go back to real life when you leave.”
ricky laughed. “yeah, it’s really been a nice escape, being here with you.”
you snuggled back into your blankets and looked up at him. “you could just stay. my whole family loves you, sure it’d be fine.”
“you know i would if i could,” he brushed your hair behind your ear. “i guess i have a career to get to, though.”
you hummed. “yeah. guess that’s sort of important, huh?”
“i guess,” he said. “you’re more important though, obviously.”
you smiled and grabbed his hand, tracing lines on it. “will you be recording ‘common sense’ when you get back?”
“of course,” ricky grinned. “i’ll release it as soon as possible.”
“i want to be the first to hear the recorded version.”
“well, it is about you, so sure.”
the two of you sat and talked for a while before you heard a knock on the door. you told them to come in and camilla peeked her head in the door.
“oh— uh, hi. sorry,” she said nervously. she had started to get used to the fact that you were dating ricky, but she was still a huge fan of his and wasn’t quite used to seeing him in her little sisters bed.
“hey cam. what’s up?” you asked.
“mom and dad wanted me to let you know we’re going to go out and get dinner tonight since ricky’s leaving tomorrow,” she said ricky’s name somewhat nervously, as if she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to address him casually.
“sounds great,” ricky smiled at camilla. she smiled back, in a you’re-my-sisters-boyfriend-and-i-think-i-approve type way. you nudged the box of donuts with your foot.
“donuts, if you want some.”
she peeked in the box. “any jelly filled?”
“should be a couple more in there,” ricky said. she grabbed one from the box.
“thanks guys. i’m thinking about going to a few shops today with my friend, if you wanted to tag along,” she said as she moved to the door. you looked at ricky and he shrugged.
“yeah, sure. just let us know when you’re going,” you said and camilla nodded before leaving your room. you turned to ricky.
“i think she’s getting used to having you here.”
he nodded. “definitely an improvement from when i came over after the dance.”
you laughed at the memory. when you returned home that day with ricky, ashlyn, and big red, you swore that camilla’s eyes popped out of her head. her face was red the whole time she spoke to him and she rambled on and on. of course, ricky listened and didn’t mind, but you thought her behavior was funny. shes usually so confident, and seeing her nervous was weird for you. you were just glad that she was getting used to him now and that they got along. you weren’t sure what you would do if your family didn’t like him.
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“you ready to go?” your mom asked, walking into the living room where you and ricky were watching a movie. you looked over at her and nodded.
“yeah. are we driving together or seperate?”
your mom shrugged. “you guys can drive seperate, if you want. cam’s meeting us there.”
“okay,” you turned to ricky. “you wanna drive or should i?”
“do you really want to drive?” ricky asked teasingly. you laughed and rubbed your eyes.
“maybe not. maybe you should,” he laughed and stood up, offering you a hand. you grabbed it and pulled yourself up.
“what restaurant is it we’re going to?” ricky asked your mom.
“applebee’s on third street. (y/n) knows where it is if you can’t find it.”
“okay, awesome.”
ricky grabbed his keys and the two of you left right behind your parents. ricky rested his hand on your leg and you scrolled through your phone. as you were on twitter, a thought popped into your mind.
“hey ricky? can i ask you something?”
“of course.”
“when do you think you’ll say something about us being together?” you asked gently, in a tone that hopefully portrayed that you weren’t mad, just curious. he thought for a second.
“maybe when i release common sense?” he suggested, glancing over at you. “i feel like by then things will be calmed down enough and i can be truthful about who it’s about.”
you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. “that’s perfect.”
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“so, ricky,” your dad asked as you were sitting at the restaurant. “do you have anything you’re working on when you get back to california?”
ricky hummed. “i actually have an album in the works and theres potential for a role in a movie as well. but i’m also going to be focusing on spending time on myself and people i care about.”
you and ricky made eye contact and you smiled. you had had a conversation about how he puts too much on his plate and that he needed to focus on doing what he wanted to do, and he really took that to heart. he planned to spend more time writing his music and he was only going to do this movie if it felt right for him.
“that’s a great plan,” your dad said. “i’m excited to see how you do in the future.”
“thank you, mr. (y/l/n), that really means a lot to me,” he said. “when do you think you guys will make it out to california next?”
“definitely the summertime,” your mom said. “i’d love if we could go sooner but... going across the country isn’t necessarily a weekend trip.”
“yeah, i get that,” ricky laughed. “summers not too far, though!”
“yeah, in the meantime you can just take a drive to glendale and become best friends with my grandma,” you teased. ricky laughed.
“very true.”
the five of you sat and talked at dinner for over an hour, and your family got to know ricky. it was really nice to see them getting along. eventually, you all decided it was time to leave and let other people have your table. as you were walking out in the parking lot, ricky turned to your parents.
“i think (y/n) and i will go for a bit of a drive, if that’s alright?” he asked. your dad nodded and checked his watch.
“sure thing. just drive careful and be back before 12?”
“awesome, thanks!” ricky said and the two of you walked hand-in-hand back to your car.
“so, where are we going?” you asked as you got into the passengers seat.
“just for a drive. nowhere specific. besides, i know nothing about your city. we might get lost.”
you laughed. “this city isn’t that big. but getting lost is not that big of a deal. we’ll figure it out.”
“i’ve said this before— no one i’d rather get lost with than you,” ricky said, then grinned at you. you grinned back and grabbed his hand.
“right back at you.”
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you and ricky ended up getting ice cream then finding a park to walk around in. but then, you quickly realized that it was new york in the middle of january, and you were freezing. you sat in the car together, sitting and talking as you looked at the stars. you had learned a lot about each other recently and you just continued to learn new things about him. you were able to pick up on little things he did; like run his hand through his hair when he was talking a lot and how his ears turned red when he got embarrassed.
ricky drove the two of you back to your house right around 11:30. everyone was asleep, as you assumed they would be. you made your way upstairs and into bed and ricky slipped in next to you, a few minutes later. you cuddled up next to him and he wrapped his arms around you.
“i’m going to miss this when you leave,” you sighed. he held you tighter.
“yeah. me too.”
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“are you sure you have everything?” you asked ricky nervously, handing him one of his bags at the airport. your parents had left to go look at some of the shops to let you say goodbye. he gave you a light smile.
“yes. and if i forgot anything, you can just mail it to me. or, we can use it as an excuse to see each other sooner,” you laughed.
“are you sure you’ll be okay flying by yourself? are you comfortable?” you asked, he lifted your chin so you would look him in the eye.
“love, i’ll be fine. don’t worry,” your face softened and you leaned in to kiss him. he moved his arms to your waist and you moved yours to around his neck. when you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his.
“i can’t believe you’re going to be across the country from me, and in a different time zone,” you said. he rubbed your back.
“i know. but i’ll call you, everyday. call, not just text. and... i’ll update you on everything i’m working on, my songs, the movie, whatever.”
you nodded and pulled away from him. “just... take care of yourself, ricky. and don’t find another girl to be with in california.”
“trust me, i won’t,” he laughed. “my heart is here, with you.”
“so cheesy,” you teased. ricky rolled his eyes fondly.
“flight 258 to los angeles, california is now boarding!” you heard over the loud speakers. you sighed.
“guess you should go,” you said.
“guess i should.”
you smooth out his sleeves distractedly. “text me as soon as you land, okay? and say hi to big red for me, and your parents.”
“i will. my parents are excited to meet you for real, soon.”
“i’m excited to meet them. june, hopefully. then you, me, red and ashlyn will be altogether again. that’ll be nice.”
“yeah it will be! and i can finally show you more of california. it’ll be great,” you nodded.
“okay, enough of these cheesy goodbyes. no ones dying. facetime me later, i’ll see you soon.”
you kissed him again quickly and he turned to get to his gate as the warning was called for his flight. you sighed as you watched him leave. before he walked onto his plane, he turned around and waved at you. you waved back, a big smile on your face, and he turned to walk onto his plane. as he disappeared from your vision, your parents and camilla approached you.
“he board his plane?” your dad asked. you nodded.
“you okay?” camilla asked you gently. you looked over and nodded. she put her arm around your shoulder. “c’mon. lunch is on me.”
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the boys do their first no tech challenge since you and grayson get together, and though they make it, something goes terribly wrong at home
word count: 5k
warnings/tags: angst, worried!grayson, hurt!y/n 
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Your POV:
“I dunno, I just have a weird feeling about this one.” Grayson’s fingers were twisting and untwisting the hem of your shirt, his nerves evident as you laid next to him in bed.
“Gray you’re gonna be fine, it’s just like before. You’ve got the van, and you’ve done survival stuff. Everything is gonna work out. I am gonna miss you though,” you gave him a sad smile.
Since you’d started dating, you’d been attached at the hip. You still had an apartment of your own, but if you were honest you needed to just bite the bullet and sell it - you practically lived with the twins, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But that also meant that this was going to be the first long-ish stretch that you weren’t with each other. 
“It’s just 7 days baby, it’ll go by so fast.” Now he was comforting you, of course. 
“You’re gonna have the best time, I can’t wait to see the video when you get home.” 
“I’d send you pictures, but you know we won’t have our phones,” he sighed, running a finger along your jawline. “Not being able to see this face all week is gonna suck.”
You blushed deep red, warming his fingertips before you pulled away and crawled across the bed.
“Hey, where ya goin’?” Grayson pouted, but you ignored him for a second, going over to the dresser where you kept some of your clothes full time. You reached down, pulling out the little album that you’d been making as a gift for Grayson down the road. You pulled out one of your favorite pictures; from one of the first weeks that you’d been dating, it was the two of you with the LA skyline in the background, with you looking up at him as he smiled. 
“Here, take this with you.” You handed him the photo. “I know E will probably give you shit, but just hide it somewhere. Make sure you bring it back though, that one’s my favorite.”
“I love you,” he responded, but you barely heard it, because at that exact moment Ethan was banging on the door and yelling “GRAY! C’mon it’s time to go!” 
“And i’m going to kill my brother,” he groaned, reaching out and pulling you to him tightly, falling back on the bed. You landed on top of him, and his lips were on yours before you could say anything. He kissed you roughly for a minute, a bit of urgency there as he knew you weren’t going to be able to do this again for a while. Ethan knocked on the door again, and you felt Graysons arms tighten as he rolled over, putting you underneath him
“Go Gray, before he beats the door down,” you teased, pushing gently on his chest.
“I could just stay here with you,” he countered, raising an eyebrow.
“Go,” You giggled, pushing harder.
“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, kissing you again before getting up. “Alright E, I’m coming!” 
You followed him to the door where Ethan was standing in the doorway.
“Finally get him to stop crying and leave?” E asked.
“Oh shut up,” you teased, pushing on his chest so you could get by. He followed you, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you headed out to the van, which you knew was already packed.
You stayed out of the shot as they filmed a little intro explaining what they were doing. Grayson was so much more excited these days in all the videos, but even more so in the ones that had to do with adventures. You watched as the locked their phones in the box they’d used before, storing it under the benches in the van. 
Once the cameras cut, Gray made his way back over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.
“I love you. I’m gonna miss you so much,” he murmured into your hair.
“I love you too Gray. Be safe.”
“You too. Call Ricky if you need anything okay? He’ll still have his phone for emergencies.” 
“I’ll see you soon.”
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Grayson’s POV
His mind was already wandering as he continued driving down the road, already in Arizona. They were headed to Big Bend National Park, with the new challenge of not using their phones for navigation. Ethan was actually a good navigator, so once he got on the right highway it was just a matter of driving through Arizona and Texas, then down to the Mexico border to get to the park. 
“I think all this footage is gonna be sick, and I’m excited to get some star shots once we get to the park,” Ethan said. Gray just nodded along, watching the road.
“You good bro? You’re off, I can feel it.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just have a pit in my stomach about this whole thing. It’s makin’ me anxious,” Grayson explained, fists tightening on the wheel of the van. Ricky was in the back, sound asleep.
“What about it though? Is it something specific?” Ethan asked.
“I can’t put my finger on it. I just have a weird feeling. I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just in my head.” 
“Is it Y/N?”
Sometimes, Grayson really hated sharing a mind. And this was one of those times. He stayed silent, which was enough of an answer for Ethan.
“She’s a fully capable person Gray. She’s gonna be fine without you for a few days.” 
“Thanks asshole, I know. Just drop it.” 
“Whatever,” Ethan shrugged, settling down into his chair a bit more, crossing his arms and getting comfy for the long trip ahead. 
And a long trip it was. They made it to the park around 1am, and were amazed at what they saw. Above them was the whole milky way, clear as day. 
They shot a quick clip explaining the main reason they’d come all the way to Big Bend.
“It’s a certified dark zone, which means no one is allowed to have building with lights out here. So theres no light pollution at all, it’s one of the best places in the world to see the stars,” Ethan explained. Grayson wasn’t paying too much attention; instead he was gazing up, and suddenly missing who he wanted beside him more than anything. 
It was going to be a long few days. 
Your POV:
The first four days were alright. You spent your time wandering around the house, enjoying all the space. You sat in Ethan’s comfy chair in the living room while you watched netflix, cuddled up in one of Grayson’s blankets from his bed that you’d dragged with you. It smelled like him, and it was comforting.
When that got boring you’d change into a swim suit, heading out to the pool - you’d given it a good cleaning, which you knew the boys would be thankful for when they got back. You were determined to get more of a tan than Gray by the end of the summer, and if you had any chance at all you needed to get a head start. 
By day five, the boredom was starting to get to you. You wanted to talk to Grayson, see his face, see his smile, hear his laugh. You even resorted to going back and watching a few of your favorite videos of theirs, just to hear his voice. You felt pathetic while you did it, but you also couldn’t really bring yourself to care too much if you were honest. All throughout the day you caught yourself pulling out your phone to text him, but you knew he wouldn’t see them. 
Still, you’d send a message just for fun, knowing he would see them once he got back and was allowed to have his phone. You could just imagine his face when he got back and saw all the little messages you’d left. 
miss youuuuu
hey u should come home now, k thanks
I stole your favorite hoodie and you’re never getting it back oops
im gonna hide all your building stuff, that’s the level of boredom i’m at
this shit sucks 
i love you
I wanna go on the next adventure :(
But as you sent the last one, it sparked an idea. 
You could make your own adventure. Nothing was stopping you, and you had nothing better to do. The weather was nice, and there was supposed to be some good surf coming in.
And so, that was that. You packed up a towel, your wetsuit and some sunscreen, heading out to the car. You decided to take the Bronco, just because it had the surf rack on top. Grayson still wasn’t too keen on anyone driving his car, but he trusted you with it more than Ethan, and you knew he wouldn’t really care.
So you packed up your surfboard, struggling a bit to get it on top of the roof and strapped down - Grayson always made it look so damn easy. But you managed, finally getting in and heading to the beach. The drive was beautiful, as always, but you missed being in the passenger seat with Grayson’s hand on your thigh. 
Damn. These last few days were gonna suck. 
Grayson’s POV:
“I think we’re really getting the hang of this bro. I’m excited. We could do this full time, for real,” Grayson grinned, packing up a few things in the van while Ethan filled up the packs with water. Ricky was filming, so he took the opportunity to explain what was happening.
“So guys, today we’re going on the longest, and most difficult hike in Big Bend. It’s called South Rim, it’s about 14 miles total, but we’re gonna split it up and actually camp about halfway so we can get even cooler views tonight. Now, Ethan and I like to say we’re hikers, but honestly, we kinda suck.”
“Yeah, we uh, we’re not great,” Ethan chimed in. 
“So this should be fun!”
“Oh yeah, great time.” 
“And obviously we don’t have our phones, so we’re gonna have no idea what time it is, we won’t be able to call for help if we get, ya know, mauled by a mountain lion or something.”
“Bro, why would you say that!?” Ethan groaned.
“It’s the truth! Well, I guess Ricky has his phone though, so we’d be alright.”
“My phone hasn’t had service since we got here,” Ricky countered from behind the camera. 
“Oh we are so fucked dude,” Ethan grumbled.
And in all honesty, it put a bit of a pit in Gray’s stomach, knowing he wouldn’t be able to contact anybody if something happened. But he pushed the thought from his mind, moving to help his brother pack up the tent and begin their trek.
Your POV:
The beach wasn’t too crowded, which was a blessing. When you said you liked to surf, it usually meant that you liked to catch 1 wave out of the 50 you tried for. You were a beginner, that was for sure. There were only about 20 people on the entire beach, and a few surfers out on the break, with the lifeguard keeping a close eye on them.
Even if you didn’t feel it, you looked the part in your wetsuit, board tucked under your arm. You snapped a quick picture, sending it to Grayson’s non-existent phone just for kicks.
wish you were here! you’d be laughing at how much I’m gonna suck. love you!
After it sent, you put it away in the waterproof box you’d brought. You made your way over to the lifeguard station, waving up at the man sitting atop the chair.
“Hey, I’m here by myself, do you care if I leave this box here with you?” You asked politely. 
“Yeah that’s fine. Be careful out there,” he responded, not taking his eyes off the water. You put it down by the legs of the chair, jogging towards the water. The ocean was cold when it hit your skin but you adjusted quickly, diving in and heading out to the break. 
And as you predicted, you missed practically every single one you tried to get up on. You hit the water over and over again, your arms sore from pushing up to standing, even if it was to no avail.
You began paddling in after about an hour, accepting defeat, when suddenly you noticed everyone beside you paddling out instead of in. 
The lifeguard’s whistle came too late. By the time you turned around, the wave was already there, towering feet above any that had come prior. 
And you were right in the break.
You’d read about these before. Rouge waves, you remembered. Random waves that come from nowhere, with no apparent cause. You had just enough time to suck in your breath before it crashed directly over your head.
It felt like the inside of a washing machine looked - that was the only way you could describe it. And then you felt something warm on your head, and everything went black.
Grayson’s POV:
It was the morning of day six, and Grayson had never been more ready to get home. The pit in his stomach was a rock now, and he had no explanation for it at all. 
“Bro we’re actually disgusting. Like we need a real shower somewhere, or we’re never gonna get the smell out of this van,” Ethan said. And he was right. After all the hiking and sleeping in the tent, the three of them reeked. 
“We could do a gas station shower, we just gotta map our way there without our phones. I don’t think that breaks the rules, we just aren’t supposed to use technology,” Ricky shrugged.
“Alright sick, we might as well start driving. Gray, you okay?” E asked.
“Yeah. Just don’t feel good,” he mumbled. He kept himself curled up in the back of the van, head resting on the table as Ethan found his way out of the park and towards the nearest town.
Grayson couldn’t figure out what was bothering him so much. He wasn’t dehydrated, he hadn’t eaten anything bad. He should be having the time of his life, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. It was like the time that Ethan had cut his leg open when they were kids; Grayson wasn’t near him, but he just knew. It was exactly that feeling, except Ethan was right there in front of him, perfectly fine. So he just kept his head down, hoping whatever it was would pass.
They found the gas station about 45 minutes later, and the three of them headed in eagerly. Maybe a good warm shower would clear his mind. 
And once he was done, he did feel better. But only slightly. It was getting harder to breathe. He headed out, noticing that Ricky was already in the van and Ethan was waiting outside. 
“Gray, dude you don’t look good. What’s wrong?”
“I think I’m getting sick man. I’ve been sick to my stomach since yesterday, and I feel like I can’t breathe now. Maybe I’ve got a really bad allergy to something out here. I’m sorry man, I’m trying to shake it so I can be up for the video, but I don’t know where it’s coming from.” 
“Guys.” Ricky’s voice was serious, much more serious than normal.
“What’s up?” E asked. 
“I just got service again, and I’ve got 12 missed calls, all from the same number. I don’t recognize it though. LA area code.”
“Call it. Call it now.” Grayson’s answer came before he could even think about it. He felt like he was going to hurl.
Ricky dialed it back quickly, holding the phone up to his ear. The twins climbed in the back, sitting down across from him at the table.
“This is he.” Ricky said. “Um, yeah, yeah he’s right here.”
Grayson’s blood went ice cold when Ricky held the phone out for him.
“It’s for you.”
He felt robotic and he reached out, taking the phone and putting it up to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Mr. Grayson Dolan?” 
“Yes.”
“Hi Grayson. We’re just calling on behalf of Ms. Y/N Y/L/N from King Hospital, you’re listed as her primary emergency contact.”
“Is she alright? What happened?”
“She’s stable right now. We don’t have all of the details, she’s been in and out of consciousness. She was in an accident -”
“Accident?” Grayson’s voice cracked, and Ethan stiffened up beside him. As if it was instinct, he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder, anchoring him just enough that he could listen.
“She was out surfing at Manhattan Beach, the lifeguards said there was a rouge wave. They got her out quickly, but they think she hit her head on some rocks when she went under. She wasn’t breathing when they got to her, but she was stabilized in the ambulance. She told us to call Ricky off her phone when she was conscious because you wouldn’t have your phone. We’ve had her sedated so her brain could rest, but it looks like we’re going to need to take her in for surgery, because we found some deep lacerations on her head and want to check for anymore significant damage.”
“Surgery?” Grayson expected himself to go numb, but he almost had the opposite. He was so overwhelmed that it was crippling. “How soon?”
“As soon as we’re able. She isn’t able to give consent, so we needed to get in contact with you if possible. Are you able to get here quickly?”
“I’m - I’m not in the state, I’m in Texas.”
“Well, a telephone consent will do,” the nurse said.
“Oh. Okay, yeah. Yeah, I consent. Do what you need to, please just be careful.” It was dumb thing to say, he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. 
“Thank you Mr. Dolan, we will. And we’ll keep you updated. Should we call at this number, or the one you have listed?” 
“The one I have listed is fine, I have it now.” 
Ethan knew exactly what that meant and was immediately scrambling to find the box with their phones while Ricky got the key ready off his keychain. 
“Alright, speak soon Mr. Dolan.” 
And with that she hung up the phone.
“I’m gonna be sick,” were the only words that Grayson could manage as he crawled to the back of the van and hurled over the bumper. Ethan followed him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to stabilize him so he didn’t fall out.
“What do we need to do Gray?”
“Drive. We need to get home, now.”
Without further questions, Ricky climbed into the drivers seat as they closed up the back of the van, immediately heading in the direction of California. 
When Gray finally managed to get enough air in his lungs, he was able to look up at Ethan, who was sitting opposite of him. 
“Y/N’s hurt. I think it’s pretty bad.”
“Tell me what happened.” 
And so he did, to the best of his ability. He didn’t have very much information, which was the hard part. But he told his brother everything that the nurse did.
“Well, if she was with it enough to give them Ricky’s number instead of yours, that’s good. That means she was alright when they got her in the ambulance.”
“Right. I wonder if she tried to call me.” The thought made his stomach tighten.
“Your phone was dead, it’s charging up front right now. Either way, we’re headed back as quick as we can.” 
Grayson noted that the van was moving quite quickly - Ricky was definitely speeding, but he didn’t care. 
“E.”
“I know Gray. I’m scared too. But she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.” 
She’s gonna be alright
She’s gonna be alright
He repeated the words over and over again in his head, sometimes mumbling them aloud. A few minutes later, his phone was charged. Ethan climbed to the front to get it. Without having to ask, Ethan knew that Grayson wanted him to screen his texts, just to see. And he could tell there were texts from her just by his face.
“E. If she text me about all this and I didn’t answer, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.” 
“She wouldn’t have been able to, she didn’t take her phone in the water. These are all from before.” 
He held out his hand.
Looking at the texts was his undoing. He could hear her voice, clear as day in his head as he read them, making it all the much harder. He began to sob, uncontrollable ragged sounds. Ethan put an arm around his shoulder in silent support, as he often did. And Ricky continued down the road.
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It was the longest 15 hours of his life. They’d checked to make sure it wasn’t quicker to stop in Phoenix and put Grayson on a flight - driving straight through was faster. But god it felt like it was taking years. He held the picture he had of him and Y/N in his hand, but he couldn’t look at it for too long without losing it. 
Ethan was driving now, with Grayson in the passenger seat - he hadn’t been forced to take a turn, everyone knew he was in no shape to drive. 
Everyone in the car was on edge, which meant they all jumped practically to the ceiling when Grayson’s phone rang. He answered on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Dolan?” It was a different voice this time.
“Yes.”
“Hi, this is Y/N’s surgeon, just calling with an update. Y/N is out of surgery, and she did great! No complications, and the damage seems pretty minimal, though we’ll have to see once she wakes up.” 
He took his first real breath in the last 15 hours. 
“That’s great news. Thank you.”
“So she’s in recovery right now, but she’s gonna be unconscious for the next 30 minutes or so. Should we be expecting you?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m headed there right now, I should be there in about 25 minutes according to my GPS.”
“Alright perfect. Well, she’s in room 828 on the post op wing when you get here, just sign in at the desk and we’ll bring you up. We’ll take good care of her.”
“Thank you so much doctor.”
“She’s alright. Out of surgery, should be waking up soon,” he explained as soon as he hung up. The relief was obvious, especially for Ethan. Gray had been so caught up in his own worry that he’d forgotten how worried Ethan must be - Y/N was practically his sister. Grayson watched as his brother pressed just a tiny bit more on the gas, racing towards the hospital.
When they arrived, Grayson couldn’t get out of the van fast enough. He bolted for the entrance, with Ethan in tow. Ricky stayed in the car out of privacy, offering to get them anything they needed. 
They went through the motions of check in - something they were all too familiar with - and Grayson followed the nurse up to the post op floor, where he was transferred over to the nurse that had initially called him. 
“She’s starting to stir just a bit. Just to prepare you, we aren’t sure how confused she’s going to be when she wakes up. With the mixture of anesthesia and her concussion, she may be very out of it. Just be patient with her, she should come around to her normal self within the next few hours. She’s right through here.” The nurse stopped outside the door, opening the door with a gentle push. 
“You wanna go alone, or do you want me with you?” Ethan asked, hesitating.
“With me.” He didn’t have to think about it. 
Grayson went in first, and if Ethan hadn’t been behind him, he probably would have fallen to his knees. Y/N was in the hospital bed, gown over her still form, her head partially wrapped in gauze. She had oxygen tubes in her nose and was breathing deeply, laying flat on her back, eyes closed. Just the image of her in the whole hospital garb was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He hated it more than he could have imagined. 
Once he was stable enough on his feet, Grayson headed to her bedside. As he got closer, she started to stir a bit, fingers twitching as he sat down as gently as he could on the side of her bed. It was as if she knew he was there already, even though he hadn’t said a word or touched her at all. 
“Mmmmmm.” She started to make a noise, her dry lips parting.
“Baby?” Grayson leaned forward, taking her hand in his, careful not to move her IV. 
“Mmm- mad.” She mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Mad?” He looked back at Ethan for clarification, but he just nodded. Grayson raised a hand up to cup her cheek, and she smiled, resting her head in his palm. He revealed in the feeling, taking it in. 
“Bronco.” This time, her word was clear, though it didn’t make anymore sense. 
“Baby. Y/N, can you open your eyes sweetheart?” Grayson coaxed, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone. 
“Tryin’. It’s heavy,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows. He could tell she was really doing her best, which made his heart squeeze a bit tighter. When she finally managed to lift her eyelids, he could tell she was exhausted. 
“You’s gonna be mad at me,” was the first sentence she managed to string together, though all her words were drawn out and slightly garbled. 
“Why would I be mad at you baby?”
“I drove the bronco, left it at the beach. Probs some homeless guy living in it,” she said, resting all the weight of her head onto his hand. 
“It’s okay. I really couldn’t care less about the car right now.”
“Don’t say that, Ethan will be big sad.” She gasped then, sitting upright a little more. “Ethan! Hi buddy!” She had just noticed him at the end of the bed. She blinked hard, like she was trying to bring him into focus.
“Hey girly, how yah feelin?” 
“Got a cracked skull, but i’ms okay. But guess what?”
“What?” He asked.
“Still smarter than youuuuu,” she shrugged, and Grayson couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
She really was back to normal.
“You want me to go get the car?” Ethan asked, sitting on the opposite side of her bed and for once, choosing not to throw a comeback. He really had been worried.
“I don’t have keys. Or my phone. I left em with the lifeguard,” she pouted, her lip curling down. If it wasn’t so pitiful, he would have found it adorable. 
“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it,” Grayson reassured her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. 
The nurse came in then to check on her. Ethan moved out of her way, and Grayson was about to move away, but Y/N grabbed his hand, using all her strength to hold him there.
“Don’t go,” she whimpered, and he swore he could feel a piece of his heart crack.
“I’m right here, just getting out of the nurses way,” he promised, kissing her hand and standing next to the bed.
“You guys are fine, I’ll let you know if you’re somewhere I need to be,” the nurse smiled. “How’re you feeling Y/N?” 
“Sore, but okay.”
“Well, you’re a trooper. I’ve never seen anyone come out of anesthesia so clear headed before. Now, you might get confused in a little while, but that’s just the concussion, and it’ll pass, okay? Just gotta give it time. You just rest and give your body some time to heal. You should be ready to rock and roll out of here in the next few days, okay?” 
“M’kay. Is my phone lost forever?” She asked.
“Actually the lifeguard that pulled you out dropped off your box with your things earlier. It’s over there with your other belongings.” 
Grayson made a mental note to find that guy and thank him profusely in the future. Ethan went over to the personal items bag, bringing it over to the bed. Y/N started to rummage through it, pulling things out one by one. 
When she got her wetsuit out - which took some effort - she frowned, running her finger over the new cut that Grayson assumed was made by the paramedics. He tried as hard as he could to not picture what the ambulance looked like when that cut was made.
“They cut it,” she pouted. “That was my favorite one.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Grayson reassured her. 
“M’kay,” she mumbled, satisfied. She cuddled down a little bit into her pillow, obviously exhausted. Grayson continued going through the bag, getting the keys and her phone out of the box. 
“I’m gonna get the car before it gets towed. Give you all a minute,” Ethan said quietly, having a hand out for the keys.
“Thanks bro. I’ll keep you updated.” 
He was extremely grateful, but he couldn’t find the words. He hoped Ethan knew.
“Gray,” Y/N said quietly. 
“Hey baby, I’m right here.” 
“M’tired,” she murmured, holding a hand out. “Can we sleep?” 
“You can sleep sweetheart,” Grayson reassured her. 
“C’mere. Come up here,” she said, patting the bed next to her. 
Grayson obliged, sliding his arms under her knees and behind her back, scooting her over just enough so that he could slide into the bed beside her. 
“Much better. I missed you. Maybe don’t go for so long next time,” she said, curling up against him and getting as close as she could.
“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you for a long, long time.”
“Sounds good to me,” she mumbled, but she was already falling asleep before the end of the sentence. So Grayson held her close to him, relishing in the feeling and lulling off to sleep. 
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binniedeactivated · 3 years
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saint. || soobin (3.8)
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pairing: soobin x reader genre: au word count; 2k
he wished he could’ve walked into that station and looked like a man that day. but that plan immediately failed. his eyes were wet and puffy he could barely speak because he was crying way too hard for his conscience. his vision was slurred and he choked on every word that sputtered from his lips. he places his hands on the desk, sobbing. 
“just arrest me please”. soobin cries. the woman at the front desk was immediately alarmed at his plea. 
“sir is there something I can help you with?”. she says very concerned with the state that he was in.
“the mia howard case--it was me just arrest me I did it”.
with the familiar name the administrator made a quick call to the officers who were dealing on the case. “someone will be here to talk to you in a moment sir”. she promises hoping he’d get the help he needed. a couple of moments later a female officer appears, guiding soobin to a chair behind her desk. 
“what seems to be the problem?”. she says with a furrowing eyebrow. 
soobin palms his face, sobbing into his hands. “just arrest me I was the one who set up mia howard that night”. 
“you’re choi soobin?”. 
soobin nods becoming choked up once again. the officer grabs him a few tissues, “i’m sorry but I can’t help you with that, kid”. 
“what do you m-mean you can’t help me? I’m a horrible person I deserve to be arrested”. 
“mia howard is not pressing charges against you. she didn’t identify you. the case is closed and unavailable for reopening”. 
“s-so what happens next? e-everyone involved is walking away scott free?”. 
the officer shakes her head, “the guys who raped her is still facing time for home invasion and rape”. 
“what about me?”. 
“if the victim is not pressing charges we close the case. after that, there is nothing we can do”. 
“fuck”. 
“hey, regardless of what you claimed you’ve done soobin, you don’t have any charges on your record. i recommend you use this time to turn your life around for the better”. 
she assuringly pats him on the back. soobin sniffles as he stands up in his chair nodding before she guided him out the door. soobin makes a detour on his way home, deciding to go somewhere else instead. he pulled into the driveway of the familiar house and knocked on the door promptly. it opened. 
“hey, who are you?”. 
“are you mia’s mom?”. soobin had asked. she folded her cardigan over. 
“yes who are you?”. 
“I’m choi soobin, someone she goes to school with”,
“listen if this is anymore traumatizing to mia’s health just drop it, please. these officers and all of this questioning is giving her severe anxiety attacks and I just don’t want anymore of it”. 
soobin purses his lips, “I’d like to offer to pay for any medical bills she has”. 
“that’s sweet of you soobin but I can’t let you do that. you’re just a kid and those bills are way too high”. 
“if theres anything I can do to pay mia back for this trauma it’s at least this. I’ll cover all of her medical fees and it won’t leave a dent in my pockets, trust me I can pay them. and if it’s okay my parents know some really good psychiatrists and I’d like to enroll mia into their sessions. I don’t care how long she goes, weeks, months, or even for the rest of her life I’ll pay for it. If there is any medicine she needs I will go out of my way to make sure she gets it”. 
her mother stares at him in awe. she was taken aback by all of this. of course she wasn’t pleased with the fact that soobin had done this to her daughter but she appreciated his efforts to fix it. 
“are you sure?”. 
“yes. I have a checkbook in my car and I’ll talk to my parents tonight for the information about the sessions and enroll mia as soon as possible”. 
her mother hugged him gratefully. the medical bills were eating her alive and she just wanted mia to get better. 
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
his chest ached badly and to make matters worse he was puking from his occasional crying. he was alone. and he hated it. he missed you--god he wished you just give him another chance. he didn’t mean it. but it hurt even more when you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with him. you blocked his phone number and profile on every possible thing he could contact you on. 
“are you puking? what are you pregnant?”. yeonjun insults while he shuts the door behind him. soobin exhales and rubs his face in front of the toilet bowl in the school bathroom. the school was the meeting place for everyone before they took a coach bus to the ski resort. 
“shut the fuck up yeonjun”. 
“we’re about to leave. I shouldn’t even have told you I should’ve let them leave your ass here”.
soobin exhales before coming out of the bathroom stall with a giant hoodie and a hood over his head. “you really have to get a grip”. yeonjun comments. soobin rolls his eyes and exits the bathroom with him. the two grabbed their suitcases and began boarding the bus. the sisters were going over the rules and his heart only wrenched. not only was he sitting alone due to yeonjun finding someone else to sit with. soobin glanced over at you sitting with taehyun. the two of you just talking casually, something he wished he could do with you. he didn’t want to come. he knew he should’ve stayed home but he only attended because you were here.
“I wonder what the cabins look like”. you mutter along the way. 
“I heard they were luxury cabins, like the furnished ones with wifi and all that”. taehyun replies.
“that’s a relief”. 
“did you think we were going to be in a hut or something? it’s cold out there”. 
you laugh a little, “no. i’ve never been skiing though. I’m kind of scared”. 
“it’s like a roller coaster but your skating instead. it’s fun though”.
“I’m going to ski into a tree and embarrass myself”. you whine. taehyun chuckles. “no you won’t. plus if you run into a tree you might be as dumb as you think”. 
“how?”. 
“for watching the tree get closer to you and not moving the hell out of the way”. you laugh again and just accepted yourself as dumb because it was something you’d do. being around taehyun helped control your emotions better. of course you weren’t okay without soobin. you missed him more than anything else but you had to do what was best for you. 
luckily, you were assigned to the same cabin as taehyun and some other kid named kai. it was two stories. there was a kitchen on the same floor as the living room and upstairs were three bedrooms. you weren’t hesitant to call the best one. “it’s mine! fair and square!”. you yelled to a complaining kai and taehyun. 
“you know what, since you’re a girl fine!”. kai exclaimed. 
it was cold at the ski resort and it required you to bundle up way more than you were comfortable with. since the majority of the senior class were adults the sisters allowed them to do things outside of their small activities. the juniors however had curfew and were supervised. you were getting settled in your room until it was time to go to your first activity for the night which was held outside of the cabins. 
through the snow you walked with taehyun to the meeting place. since it was late, the sisters decided that you all would ski tomorrow. in order to get everyone acquainted however they set up an activity where different groups of students would sit around a campfire and chat while drinking hot chocolate. 
it was cold and the warmth of the fire kissed your skin beautifully. but things weren’t too beautiful when you saw soobin coming to sit next to you. you roll your eyes scooting further from him. wondering why he was assigned to the same group as you instead of taehyun. 
the rest of the group was talking amongst each other and having a good time until your assigned instructor arrived.
“i’m sorry”. he spoke with his eyes pasted on his folded hands. “I should’ve told you”.
“I don’t care how sorry you are”. you spat in absolute disgust. 
“i know i’m a horrible person for what i did but I changed and I’ve been good to you. what can I do to be worthy of a second chance?”.
“you’re never going to be worthy of a second chance”. 
“why not?”. 
“because you lied soobin. you think just because you’re here apologizing to me that it makes everything okay?”. 
“you knew I wasn’t perfect when you met me”. 
“I didn’t know you were completely heartless either”. 
“I’m not trying to justify what I’ve done by any means. I know it was a horrid thing to do. but i’m really trying to make things right here”.
“make things right and then what? lie to me about something else?”. 
“i’ll stop trying to sugar coat things and be upfront from now on. I’ll tell you everything I’ve done”. 
“you should’ve done that from the beginning”. 
soobin makes an effort to grab your hand and in exchange you throw your last bit of hot chocolate on him. 
“you deserve to be in prison”. you hiss. 
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
“she’d never let you fuck”. 
“she almost did, once”. 
“and what happened? you chickened out?”. 
“no she did”. 
“you’re a punk man”.
“I hate her stupid ass attitude but her body and her innocence, it’s sexy”.
“so what are you going to do? just sit here and let this opportunity go to waste?”. 
“fuck no. before this trip is over, her virginity will be mine”.
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Meeting and Dating Sticks
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- As a kid, you spent ever summer visiting your grandma and grandpas farm. It was the highlight of your year but there was something there that you wished you could avoid... Sticks.
- Ever since you were little the farmhands son would harass you, always trying to scare you, tease you, push you around. He infuriated you growing up and was the one thing you couldn’t stand about visiting your grandparents.
- He was also one of the first things that came to mind when your parents asked if you’d be willing to stay with them for a while as they packed up your old house. You’d be moving to the countryside not too far away from the farm as soon as they sold it.
- You figured that Sticks had to have grown up by then, you hadn’t seen him for over a year and who were you to turn down staying with your grandparents. You were... partly right.
- Stanley and Sticks picked you up from the bus station allowing you to get your first good look at the country boy “all grown up”. He’d gotten handsome was your first thought but the sentiment was lost the instant he opened his mouth.
“So the city slicker returns.”
- Immediately, you knew this prolonged visit wasnt going to be as peaceful as you thought it would. During your car ride, Sticks was relatively calm but after you got to the farm and were done settling in...the games began.
- Throughout the week, you were met with pranks, teasing, and all different annoyances. It seemed like Sticks genuinely just enjoyed seeing you get all worked up, and boy did you hate him for it. The thing you wanted most in the world was to wipe that smile off his face. But then things changed, well, not completely.
- It was a normal day, you’d been wandering around the farm trying to find something to do when you heard something in the barn. You figured something had fell over so you went inside to pick it up and maybe hang out in the straw for a while. When you went inside there was nothing seemingly out of place so you just went about hopping on the straw and exploring the bales.
- That was when Sticks popped out, scaring you half to death and laughing loudly as you shrieked. You yelled at him angrily, pushing him down while also managing to take yourself with him as you lost your footing. You ended up halfway on top of him and half poked by the straw.
- His laughter calmed as you realized his hands were on your sides, catching you before you crashed onto him. He didn’t seem all too fazed, aggravatingly content with your current situation. You quickly stumbled your way up and out of the barn, your cheeks burning hot as you made your escape.
- It was with abject horror that you realized you were falling for him. Slowly but surely you were noticing the redeemable qualities about him and disgusting yourself with those very same thoughts. Although you had to admit, he’d dialed down his pranks after the barn incident. You weren’t sure what it meant but you hoped it was good.
- Every now and again you’d catch his eyes on you, it felt as though he knew your secret and it bothered you to no end but you couldn’t risk confronting him. You couldn’t let him have a chance at embarrassing you even further. So you let him watch you and minded your business, keeping your distance as you tried to forget what your mind was pushing you to think about.
- It was a week or so later, you were walking by the cornfield when all of a sudden you were pulled in through the stalks. You shrieked but immediately clamped your mouth shut as you saw who it was. Guess who. He grinned even as you slapped his chest.
“What was that for!” You yelped, adjusting yourself as your heart attempted to slow itself down.
“I wanted to show you something.” He told you.
“And scare me half to death.” You glared
“Oh, don’t be a baby,” he scoffed amusedly. “Close your eyes.”
“Then how will I see what you want to show me.” You rebutted.
“Just close them, alright?” He said and you could have sworn he was nervous.
- So you closed them and waited. You were about to open them again to ask what he was trying to pull when something warm pressed against your lips. Your eyes flashed open as he quickly pulled away, watching you warily as he awaited your response. You weren’t sure what to say so you said nothing and began to walk down the trail between the corn.
- He called after you, hightailing it to catch up. Once he was at your side he apologized for everything, even the kiss, awkwardly stuttering his way through a confession of his feelings as you continued to walk. He pleaded with you not to tell anyone, telling you again that he was “real sorry for even trying”.
“Don’t be,” you finally said, taking a glance at him before hesitantly kissing his cheek and disappearing through the corn. You didn’t see it but the instant you were gone he jumped around, hidden behind the stalks with a massive grin on his face.
- Your first actual date was in the barn, he surprised you with a little set up in the loft. A soft blanket, food, music playing through a busted up radio; you had to admit, it was adorable. The two of you shared a real kiss and just like that the city slicker and the country boy were an item.
- You probably keep your relationship a secret from your parents and grandparents for a little while. You aren’t sure how they’ll react so you figure you’ll just see what happens between you two first, no sense making waves when you aren’t gonna surf.
- Theres not a lot of pda in your relationship mostly because he doesn’t want to get in trouble with your folks.
- He probably really likes cuddling but refuses to admit it because he’s a tough farm boy.
- Comparing accents and what you call things when you’re bored.
- He’s a fan of metal bands so you spend a lot of your time listening to them yourself.
- Every now and again he’ll ask you to help him cut his hair. You’ll sit on his bathroom sink and trim it while he rests his head in your lap.
- Sitting next to him for meals and secretly, purposefully brushing each other’s hands when passing food. Once in a while he’ll reach over and hold your hand under the table.
- Sticks kind of grew up differently than most kids. Where others were allowed to just be kids, he had to be grown up and much more responsible. Because of that, you’ll sometimes catch him acting like your father, telling you to do, or not to do, this or that.
- He’s always willing to help but usually teases that you owe him whenever he does.
- Anytime you walk away his eyes follow you until you’re out of view. Sometimes it’s subtle glances, other times not so much.
- Sharing looks with each other when things get weird.
- Accepting his father and his odd sayings wholeheartedly.
- His dad loves you almost as much as he does, platonically of course.
- Old habits die hard, right? He still likes scaring you but definitely doesn’t do it quite as much as he used to. He also likes telling you scary stories rather than trying to jumpscare you all the time.
- A part of him likes telling you ghost stories because they put you on edge and let him be your knight in shining armor, holding you close whenever you actually get scared.
- You’ve gotten used to his teasing by now so his incessant need to “occasionally” make your blood boil doesn’t affect you too much anymore.
- Teasingly stealing his gloves or hat when he’s not looking in retaliation.
- Resting in the straw together, you can’t remember how many times the two of you have fallen asleep in the barn.
- Whenever you’re ready to leave he tenderly picks pieces of it out of your hair, giving you a little smile as you peck him on the lips in return.
- Helping him with his pranks if they seem harmless enough.
- Occasionally helping him with his work so that he doesn’t kill himself trying to do everything by himself.
- Sometimes when you visit him while he’s working he’ll just start explaining what he’s doing or how something works. You never knew you could learn so much from just deciding to see your boyfriend.
- Kissing in the corn fields.
- Sneaking into his house late at night.
- Always stands behind your chair whenever you’re sitting. He does it so much that it feels weird not having his presence behind you whenever you’re somewhere without him.
- He always stands up for you no matter who he’s defending you from.
- He’s very protective, always keeping an eye on you or keeping you close. Whenever you’re encountering something he doesn’t like he’ll keep you behind him so that he can defend you if need be.
- Hes really good at comforting you whenever you’re worried, sad or scared; more so when he isn’t the direct cause of it.
- Eating pie together.
- Watching the stars or clouds (depending on the time of day). You lay your head against his arm as the two of you lie on your backs in one of the many open fields around the farm.
- Going on long walks together.
- Your grandparents probably don’t like the idea of you going off on your own so they made a rule that if you want to go somewhere in town you need to bring Sticks along completely unaware of the irony.
- Piggy back rides.
- Really likes getting kisses on the cheek. There’s just something so nice about it especially if you just do it out of nowhere.
- He probably still, jokingly, calls you “city slicker” but when he’s actually trying to use a pet name he’ll just say hon, darlin, missy or some kind of name that means something in your relationship.
- He probably built you a tire swing at some point so the two of you visit that and play around on it when he isn’t working.
- He likes listening to you read or talk while he does menial tasks. It makes his day a little less boring and let’s him appreciate how nice your voice is.
- He picks you little wild flowers he finds while working. Sometimes they end up a little wilted before he can give them to you but you appreciate the gesture.
- It’s pretty easy to get him worked up so fights happen... I wouldn’t say often but certainly not rarely. He’ll raise his voice but never quite yells at you, he just can’t bring himself to do it no matter how mad he gets in the moment.
- It doesn’t take long for the two of you to make up. Most of your fights are petty arguments just...louder. You’ll both apologize and hug and that will be the end of it.
- Sticks isn’t a very jealous person but he has his moments. Whenever he does get jealous the main reason behind it is his own insecurities. He can’t help but think it would be easier for you to date anyone but him. You wouldn’t have to deal with evil scarecrows or strange dads or dumb farmboys that don’t even work on their own farm.
- You always reassure him that you don’t want anyone else but him. He’s the only farmboy, the only boy at all, that you could ever love.
- He likes you, the real you, odd quirks and all. In fact, he finds the strange things about you kind of endearing in a way. It gives him more to learn about you and love.
- Even though he doesn’t say it very often, he really does love you. He never realized someone could make him as happy as you do. You really changed his life for the better.
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Snuck in
Summary: You and Oscar go on a really cute date and have a wonderful day. Then y'all come home and find out that your daughter snuck her boyfriend in while yall were gone and the whole vibe is ruined. Warnings:  DRAMATIC ASF FOR NO REASON, cussing, a little violence but its not terrible, also, this story is gonna be kind of long because I can't control myself when it comes to writing and it takes me nine years to settle on an ending. A/N (PLEASE READ): before I start the story I just wanna say, in NO way do I condone violence, this story idea has been in my head for a while and I have no idea why but I needed to write it. I'm scared to post this because it's absolute trash and I have anxiety. If you dont like this type of story I am truly very sorry. Also, thank you for the people that are supporting me and liking my stuff. You guys are wonderful and I hope you have a great, non-boring quarantine. <3 p.s. please don't bash me, I'm not the best writer.
I was laying on my bed, scrolling through insta when my husband walked into the bedroom. "Hi baby." I said smiling up at him. "Hi beautiful." He got on the bed and started kissing my face. "You should get ready soon hermosa." He said kissing my neck. " I have plans for us today." "Aw really? What are we doing?" I asked with a smile. "That's a surpirse, dress comfortable though." He said smiling and getting up walking back out the room. I smiled to myself. He's literally so cute. Everyone thinks he's so tough but hes the biggest teddy bear. He's my squishy. I giggled at that thought. I really hope its a date. We haven't went on a proper date in like two years and I was DYING for some romance. I went to me and Oscar's shared closet. I rummaged through it for about 15 minutes before I just decided on a black floral dress that was flowy and comfortable. I walked to the bathroom and decided to take a quick shower.    -Time skip because I'm fucking lazy- After I got out of the shower, I brushed my teeth, moisturized my hair, put lotion on and all that good stuff before I got dressed. When I was finished with all of that, I slipped on some black sandals to finish the look. I grabbed my phone and my little purse and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Oscar and Cesar were sitting at the table talking. Oscar had a mean look on his face as usual but when he saw me he smiled. I smiled back. I got my glass of water and walked towards the table to take a seat. As soon as I sat down, our daughter Mariposa walked in. (side note, I'm sorry if anyone has this name or has used this name or something I just think its beautiful) " Hi mami, hi papi" She said kissing me and Oscar's cheek. "Hi my baby." I said smiling at her. "Hi princesa." Oscar said to her before going back to talking to her tio. She came over to me. "Mama, when are you and papa leaving?" She asked me. "I'm not sure my darling" I asked her. "Why?" "You got plans or something?" Oscar chimed in. She looked at him. "No papi." She said a little to quickly which was a little suspicous but I brushed it off. He looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "I'm just gonna miss you guys thats all." She said with a pout. I absolutely melted. Even tho she's fifteen, she's still my little baby. "Awww." I said pulling her into a hug and kissing her forehead. Oscar chcukled. "We'll be back soon mi corazon. And when we come back, we can watch movies and eat snacks." He said standing up to kiss her forehead. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the chair. "You ready hermosa?" He asked me. "Yes," I said smiling. "Bye baby." I said to my daughter kissing her head. "Bye guys, be careful and have fun." She waved at us. Me and Oscar got in his car. "We're gonna gave a great day baby , are you ready for this?" He asked looking at me. "I was born ready." We both laughed.  "So, where are we going? I asked him. "That's a surprise baby." He said as he started driving to an unknown location. I shook my head and giggled.  -another time skip - We pulled up to some place that looked like a flower shop. I looked at Oscar with a smile, he knew I loved flowers. He got out of the car and I followed. He grabbed my hand and we walked in. The workers greeted us as I looked at all the pretty flowers. "Come on hermosa" Oscar said pulling me towards a door that lead to the back of the store. "I want you to see something." I just allowed him to pull me desperate to see what he wanted to show me. He opened the door and I was in absolute SHOCK!  My jaw dropped. It was so pretty. There was a little table with two chairs, some candles, and two silver platters covered up. There was a huge umberella covering the table with fairy lights hanging off of it above us. In the background there was a huge feild filled with a plethora of flowers. It was absolutley breathtaking. "Do you like it?" He asked me looking at me with hopeful eyes. I started tearing up. "Oh mamita don't cry." he said taking my face in his hands and kissing my cheek. "You set all this up" I asked "For me?" "Of course I did baby" He said "You're my world and I would do anything for you." "This is so perfect Oscar" I said wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. "It's beautiful." "Anything for you baby" He said grabbing my hand and kissing it. "Let's go sit down." He pulled me towards the table and pulled my chair out for me. I sat down and he pushed the chair towards the table  little. Then he sat down opposite of me. "This is amazing Oscar." I said with a smile. He just smiled back at me. -ANOTHER time skip, dont hate me- After we finished eating our dinner and talking, we decided to go on a walk through the feilds and pick some flowers. He took some pictures of me and I took some pictures of him. It was truly an amzaing day. We started the walk back to the car. "Oscar... thank you for today. It was truly amazing and I'm glad I have you in my life. I said grabbing his hands and looking in his eyes. "I'm glad I have you too baby, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you or Mariposa." He kissed me. We got in the car and I put my head on his shoulder while he drove home.   -at home- We got out of the car hand in hand. Happy about how today turned out. I dont know about Oscar but I was ready to cuddle with my loves and watch disney movies. We walked in and Oscar let go of my hand almsot immediately. I gasped. We both froze. My daughter was on some guys lap and they were making out. I looked at Oscar because I knew he was about to flip. The guy pushed Mariposa off of him and onto the couch. Mariposa looked actually petrified. I was very upset. Before I could even react, Oscar charged at the poor boy and started punvhing him. I ran over. Mariposa was begging him to stop. "Oscar, oscar please stop." I said trying to grab his arm. He pushed my arms away and continued to hit the boy. "Oscar!" I yelled one last time and he finally stopped. Oscar was livid, Mariposa was crying, I was freaked out, and that poor boy was bloodied and bruised. "Oscar, oscar come on" I said grabbing his face in my hands. "Look at me, it's gonna be okay, I promise." I tried to reason with him but he was still mad. He looked at the boy who was trying to pick himself up off the floor with Mariposa's help. "Get him the fuck out of my house." He said through clenched teeth. The boy finally got up off the floor and walked out the door. Oscar looked at Mariposa who was just standing there crying. "Give me your phone and go to your room. He said with a stern look. "You're grounded from now for til college." (if you get this ily) She handed him her phone and went to her room. "Oscar... I get you're mad baby and I'm VERY upset myself but you didn't have to beat him up like that right in front of her...." I said caressing his cheeks. "My poor baby was terrified oscar." I frowned. "She disrespected me y/n. She disrespected both of us.." He paused. "I can't just let that shit slide because then she'll think that she can get away with anything." "I totally get that oscar, I'm her parent too and I know she needs discipline", "but I'm just saying that was a lttle extreme..." "I know.... I couldn't control myself" He said looking down at his brusied and bloody knuckles. "It's okay baby." I took his hands in mine careful not to hurt him. "Go wait for me in bathroom" "I'm gonna go talk to Mariposa and then I'll come clean you up." I said kissing his cheek. He walked to the bathroom as I walked to my daughters room. I heard her crying. I knocked. "Posie, it's just me baby." I said opening her door. She had her face in her pillows crying. "Aww come here my baby." I said sitting down on her bed and bringing her into my arms. "I hate him mama." She cried. "Now now, don't say that. Your papa only wants whats best for you" I said as I rubbed her head to try and soothe her. "I know, what just happened was very scary and traumatizing for you but you have to understand that you are still your papa's little girl even if you are growing up" I said pouting. "You know your father would do anything to protect you and seeing you with that boy really freaked him out and brought him to the reality that you're getting older.....You can't be mad at him for loving you baby" I said putting my hands on her cheeks." Don't get me wrong, I am very upset and disappointed too but I understand. I did the same thing with your dad when I was your age, I just didnt get caught" I said. She giggled at that. I smiled. "Theres my happy girl" I said as I kissed the top of her head. "Now, I want you to go apologize to your dad." She nodded her head. "Okay mama." "You're still grounded though." I said standing up and following her out of her bedroom. She slowly stalked to bathroom where Oscar was. She peaked her head in. Oscar was looking at his hands. "Papa..." Her voice was barely a whisper and I don't even know how Oscar heard her. He looked up at her. She started tearing up again. "I'm really sorry.." She said full on crying now. Oscar sighed. "Come here bebita." Oscar said motioning to go over to him with his hand. She sowly walked over to him and immediately fell into his embrace. "I'm sorry I freaked out like that princesa. He said rubbing her head. "You're my little girl, and seeing you with that boy.. something inside me snapped." "I understand papi...I'm really sorry I did that and I promise I'll never do it again." she said looking up at him. "It's okay baby...now go to your room, me and your mama will make dinner for you." He said kissing her temple. "Okay, papa" She said walking over to me. She gave me a hug. "I love you mama." "I love you too baby."                                                              the end.
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Hi! My names arthur and im working on improving my word and building my story, which currently has no name haha! I have a myriad of characters who ill try to list out and give brief descriptions of, aether is technically my main character and some of the characters who are up for question are dead in canon. But you can still ask them stuff, itll just be set before death.
When asking characters questions, rememeber to include the name, their age if theres diffrent ages, i dont mind repeated questions, but if you see the question try not to ask it again lol. If you cant find it with a quick scroll just ask it, although i dont know if this blog will even get that big.
Aether
He comes in three evolutions lol, technically, theres four but idk if i would count 7 year old aether.
Ages: 13 yo - colder, hasnt gotten used to emotions, there are two to this as well, pre-rev and then post-rev 13 yo aether, remember to specify lol.
16 yo- a bit more out there, still kinda disconnected and figuring things out, a bit more defensive
22 yo- lax, hes sorta figured shit out, hes not going to go grazy, hes just gonna be chill lol.
!The gaggle Ghosts!
Yurei
Her personality is very, ehhh, becuase i havnt done work with her, and i havnt completly figured out who she is fully yet, shes 18 yo when aether is 22 yo
18 yo- pretty oblivious, somehow still a bit cynical, very nice and sometimes motherly
Kakoku
Few thousand- mean, likes to bully yurei as he huants her, lowkey a simp for yurei but he wont admit that. Kinda cynical and likes to bring others down, generally a bully
Tamashi
19- emotionless, has to be a really strong emotion to make her emote, tends to stray away from other people, likes to be alone, blunt
Gunnar
A few thousand- sweet, warm and welcoming, tries to be very fatherly and a trusted figure, is very busy most of the tiime unfortunatly though.
!The greek gang!
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Argus agapov
16- unstable, pretty baby, protective over friends and family
Mythos agapov
23- whore. He also loves his family, lowkey, hes a trad wife
Perceus
15/16- timid, intrested in posiosn and acids, generally quiet, likes to eat leaves, scaredy cat
Diogenes
14- germ of phobe, kind of a brat, more just a bitch, will yell at you if he sees your hands were dirty from gardening or something while you’re walking to the sink, other than that hes fine, picky eater
Herodotus
15- disorginized, trys his best, likes to write stuff down, helps plato with his writing and grammar in general, gullible, likes record data, has a nice typewriter with tha good clicky clack
Plato
8- sweet baby boi, loves his older brother (socrates), idolizes him even, not a good idea though. He writes down everything socrates does, sometimes he imitates his brother as well.
Socrates
17- dumb of ass, also just dumb, held back a grade, feral child, bites alot of people, soft aestechic but hed stab as a warning
Heracles
30- also dumb of ass, loves cars in that ‘mah babeh’ kinda way. Hates motorcycles, he thinks they’re ugly. Chaotic but he utilizes it to be the weird and cool uncle/cousin thing
Zeus
46- too tired for this shit, is a dad, went out to get milk, jk jk, dissapeared for a hot few years, probably got captured by some gang dunno, it happens. Very serious, would make the dumbest jokes with his brothers with a straight face
Hades
50- lowkey the neglected middle child, soft goth lookin ass, loves his kid, tries his best to raise his kid, sometimes gets help from esme
Poseidon
57- proud stay at home dad, buff but does the typically wifely duties, makes sure his children get enough love, nutrience and care
Lillith
54- very active, the money maker, kinda soft, both her and her husband poseidon are so just in love with their kids, dote on them constantly, very extroverted, always makes time for her kids
Esme
51- tired of zeus’ shit, does her best to make sure no one dies, still treats mythos as her ‘little baby boy, tired mom vibes.
!the Eden gang!
Eden is a fictional country that i slapped onto the globe. It is where aether is from, technically aether is apart of the eden gang as well. Everyone here, if they have an age option, the first age option is the age they are when aether is 13, and the second will be when aether is 16 unless stated otherwise
General kyelli
49- fatherly, thinks of most of the gang as his children, calls everyone ‘son’, as a general rule. If you ask for another nickname, he will do his best. Has a bad knee, and is kinda of bad at existing physically
52+- fatherly still, loves almonds, always has a bag of almonds, dont test him. Enjoys travel, might adopt people he meets along the way, still has pains but now he sees doctors, wants to stay active
Indigo
13- sweet, optimistic, always looks on the brightside and tries to see the good in others. Little heater, understands that sometimes fighting is the only option
Akrano
16- lively, very loose and relax, can get serious when needed though, always making jokes and trying to lighten up the mood
19- a bit more, mellow. Still quite lively and childish, but with two signifigant-others you have to settle down sometimes
Ekrano
16- lively, more stern than akrano and kinda worried, but ultimatly also very loose and bright
Lilliana
16- serious, seemingly colder towards everyone, gets along great with psycho-lops, makes him new eye-patches to pass time, actually just very monotone and blank most of the time, although she does care
19- she doesnt change much, she got a bit more expressive, likes babysitting howl
Psycho-lops
16 1/2- always looks determined, actually kinda scared of conflict, likes to help out with healing though, very proficient in it as well, sounds intimidating while talking about how cute puppies and kittens are
19/20- still the same, is considering studying medicine and medical practices to become a doctor.
Bark
17- bright, incredibly lively, loves to joke around and tease and sometimes bully the others, targets aether primarily, hangs out with his brother most of the time, he can fight for himself but he likes the backup, especcially since he is kinda glass-jawed, being that hes a twig
Bite
17- quiet, intense eyes, always sounds vaugly confused when he speaks, deep voice lol, likes to train, doesnt understand barks need to tease others, likes to read to the children
20- quiet, intense eyes still, more so nervous sounding, slightly paranoid, cluastrophobic and cant stand dusty places, usually in his house or at the docks, doesnt really go anywhere else
Hanelle
17- loud, headstrong, adamant about her opinions, gets along well with bark, she tries alot to be intimidating, not a twig, but not very big, pretty friendly and sociable
!the band of pirates!
Aklea
A few hundreds of years- kinda bored seeming, loves blood, technically cannibal, but not really since he isnt human, to an extent. Despite being fine on the ocean, he gets very car sick very easily. Actually quite nice, very easily triggerd into violence, especcially by something that could be used as a good murder weapon, blood makes him jittery and more lively
Nerone
21- calm, too calm, deals with akleas bullshit wonerfully, he just stands there, blank smile on his face as aklea beats the shit outta someone, unintrested in most anything, likes to draw, but hes a much better pastry chef.
!the shakespears!
Midem(pink boi)
33- lively, loves to work with kids, very creative, likes to make things, mainly art, mainly carvings. Often make little minitures of scenes from midens writing, loves his twin, does anything it takes to fund midens intrests. Very loving to those hes close to
Miden
33- calmer by alot lmao, pretty introverted but he can hold a long conversation without becoming too drained, enjoys writing and making stories, also makes plays for fun, runs off little sleep cuase he stays up so late to write, and gets up early to write.
!gods!
Gideon
9 billion- confused boomer, loves his ‘children’, hates to be hated, always tries to help in anyway he can, despite making them, always curious into what mortals are doing, loves the universe he created and does anything he can to protect it
Merik
7 million- sore loser, does get a little salty, ultimatly bounces back and becomes a very good sport, always will adopt tactics, whatever it takes to win within the rules, keeps most all of his trophies from random feats hes done
Ventus
5 billion - calm, straightforward, tends to disregard others and do things himself, likes to sit on cliffs and watch the ocean
Kyle
Hes been around since 776 bc- very loud, lively, bright, tries his best to educate people on proper form, workout regime i intesne, doesnt allow others to take it, makes custom workout regimes for free, owns a gym, dude bro but hes nice, baby
Horo-sha
Her age technicaly is not accurate, shes like, 2 billion? Since dima was made right after her death. But since her history still lives, ima count it
5 billion but older than ventus- bitter, violent, former god of justice, fucking dead haha, hates mortals, primarily humans
Dima
Also not super accurate, hed only be a few centuries of being an active god before being sealed, but since hes technically, concious and has cognitive function hes counted
3 billion- mean lol, likes blood and gets even more violent when it starts getting messy, ‘new’ god of justice, uh, pretty bad at it like the last one, but worse, will kill over slight misdeameanors, everythings a crime smh
!misc!
Ivan
24- softspoken, from imperial russia, died young, he no longer feels his face is his own, has a mask that he likes better, has the sickness, but since he was human it killed him, can control it post mortem, is strong enough to be seen, but weak enough he can go invisible and go through solid objects.
More ocs will be added when i remember them, or create new ones, characters i dont really have built at all are not included
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Dimension Jumping pt. 3
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The Fellowship x Reader
Grocery runs, unsavory conversations of stalking, and toxic mushrooms. Fun.
Trigger warning: Discussions of stalking and dangerous people.
Good ole Sam wasted no time in compiling an entire list of at least 25 different items (some of which you don’t know of), and when he handed it to you, you pat him on the head and praised his devotion to good food. 
You hold a great deal of respect for Samwise for a couple of reasons, and his excellent knack for culinary things is one of them. He does use some off language when referring to different techniques, but it’s easy to work around that language barrier since he’s pretty well spoken (also, you have the others there to give you assistance if you're too confused). 
After you got the list, though, you went ahead and walked to your room and began to get ready, which is what you’re doing now. 
Reluctantly, you change out of your fluffy pants and put on a pair of jeans and maroon shirt, fixing up your hair with some pins once your clothes are all sorted out. 
Once you’re satisfied that you don’t look like a total slob, you leave your room and join the others who are having a discussion about something in the living room. At this point you’ve learned to just tune them out during their boring conversations. 
When you step out into the room it goes quiet.
At first you think it’s because they’re discussing sensitive information, but then you see their eyes locked on your outfit which is different from your usual fluffy pants and t-shirt. 
“Are you going somewhere?” Aragorn asks, glancing over at Sam who seems to know exactly what’s going on. 
You nod your head and grab your purse from the counter and pull your phone out of your pocket. 
Great, more calls and texts from Brian. 
With a roll of your eyes you put your phone in the pocket of your jeans and head towards the door. “I sure am, and I’ll be back shortly." 
"Wait, I still have the list!” Sam calls suddenly, making you pause and pat your pockets. 
“Oh shoot, you’re right!” You turn and accept the list gratefully, then say apologetically, “I promise I wasn’t trying to pull a fast one on you, I just forgot." 
He nods his head (he doesn’t quite understand your odd figurative language) and takes a step back, asking slowly, "Are you sure you don’t need any help…?" 
Aw, what you would give to be able to bring him with you, but no matter how much you wanna, you can’t. 
"I’m sorry Sam. I really want to bring you with me, but it won’t end well for any of us. People will take pictures, hunt me down, and you’ll all probably be taken to government facilities for ‘testing’.” You ruffle his hair tenderly and sigh.
“Government facilities for testing?” Pippin the ever curious hobbit asks slowly. “Taken away?" 
Right, they probably have no idea what any of that means. "Well… how should I put this…” You reach up and bite your thumb while you think it over, then you nod and start again, “You see, humans in my world are really 'curious’ I guess you could say. When there’s something they don’t understand or can’t control, they like to take that thing and do one of two things.” You hold up a single finger, “One, they will lock you up in a lab somewhere and do god knows what to learn what they want. Like experiments and stuff.” You then held up a second finger, “Two, they will eliminate you." 
It seems your explanation successfully scared them all straight because none of the hobbits asked to come along after that. 
"Maybe I’ll be able to figure something out later on, but for now just stay put, okay?”
They all agreed without hesitation.
When you came back a few hours later you were greeted by a really excited Penny as well as Merry and Pippin. “Do you need help with the bags?” They ask eagerly, and you nod. 
“I do… my car is only a few feet away so I suppose it’s okay for you two to go out and grab some. Just stay out of sight and come back in straight away.”
The two hobbits nod their heads and scamper outside to your car (you’d showed it to them a few days back) and began taking the bags from your car. 
Boromir follows after them (he’s quite fond of them you’ve noticed) to make sure they don’t drop anything or get seen no doubt, and nods at you on his way out. 
After everything is brought inside you begin to put everything where it belongs, letting Sam look at everything you got food-wise before putting it away which seemed to make him quite happy. 
Once all the food is taken care of you go back to the remaining bags that contain some other things like toiletries and new clothes that will actually fit them with Merry and Pippin standing over your shoulders to see what you’ve got. 
You hold up some kids section plain clothes and hand it off to them, “These are for you two and Sam and Frodo too." 
They nod in unison. 
You then pull out some more clothes that are more fit for men and pass it off to Legolas who is standing with the hobbits. "And those are for you and Boromir and Aragorn.”
After everyone takes the things you gave them you stand up straight and clap your hands, “Alright, so what I want to happen is everyone bathe and then change into those and then I’ll figure out how to wash your things. Sound good?”
“Yes, thank you very much for your hospitality.” Boromir states, standing from his claimed spot on the couch to approach. “You’ve been very generous." 
"Very generous indeed. We owe you a great debt for welcoming us like this and paying our way through your world.” Aragorn agrees from your comfy chair with Penny in his lap.
You have to resist the urge to glare at him for stealing the love of your life, so you glance away quickly with a pout on your face. “What else was I going to do? Throw you all out?" 
Theres a few moments of silence before Aragorn speaks again, "Well, yes. You would’ve been right to do so, as well." 
"No way, that would’ve been a horrible thing to do! And I like to consider myself a pretty decent person.” You cross your arms over your chest after saying this and glance over toward the front door, thinking silently to yourself for a moment before asking, “None of you happened to see a small black vehicle outside earlier, right?" 
Pippin and Merry share a questioning look, a silent exchange asking if one or the other saw what you’re asking about, before looking back at you and shaking their heads. Boromir also shakes his head 'no’, "I’m afraid not. May I ask why?”
You don’t reply right away, and when you do it’s more of a mumble, “It’s nothing. Just, well, that’s the car the guy who was here yesterday drives and…” You trail off after a moment reaching up to bite at your thumb again like earlier. Quite well you know that Brian has been lowercase ’s’ stalking you, and while that’s unnerving and creepy as fuck you don’t feel much worry about anything happening with them here. What you’re really worried about is him seeing them.
When you don’t speak for a while Legolas asks curiously, “And, what?" 
Your teeth stop biting at your thumb and you allow your hand to fall to your side, focusing in on them again, "Sorry, what I was saying is that he… likes to watch… me, and, er, my house. I’m just worried he’s trying to catch a glimpse of the lot of you is all." 
The taller men and elf share a look, one that you can’t put your finger on, but none of them get a chance to speak before Gimli grumbles, "It sounds like you’ve got a double shadow, if you were to ask me." 
That’s one way to put it. 
"I guess you could say that.” It feels weird to discuss this with others (much less 8 others from another timeline), but it’s better than discussing it with Marissa or something. Nothing ever happens to him because he’s the son of the boss, so when he set his sights on you, you had no other choice then to deal with it. Certainly you would be fired if you were to make a complaint, and it sends shivers down your spine to think about not having your job as a safety net against him anymore. “I-It’s complicated." 
When you descend into silence once more they share more odd looks, and Legolas breaks the quiet once more. 
"Is that man from the day before the reason for your,” he pauses and looks like he’s trying to recall something. His expression brightens when he seems to remember, too, “your hand phone’s constant singing?”
Oh, so they noticed that. Isn’t that embarrassing. 
“You’re very observant… Yes. He is. When I don’t reply right away he likes to send upwards to 100 messages to get my attention." 
"100?” Merry asks in disbelief, looking at his cousin, “That sounds like a lot." 
You reach up and rub the back of your neck, nodding your head sheepishly, "It is. I guess I just ignore it usually." 
"And he tracked you to your home?” Aragorn asks. Before you can respond he asks another question though, “Is he your lover?”
The innocent question makes you physically cringe, and you shake your head quickly and make an 'X’ with your arms, “Um, hell no. That stalker ain’t no lover to me. I don’t know how things are for you, but men like that typically are of the very unsavory sort.” You drop your arms to your sides again, then reach up and run your fingers through your hair as you become more stressed, “He’s a bad person." 
"Then why not tell him you wish to be left alone?” Boromir questions, eyebrows furrowing. “Like you did yesterday." 
Oh, these poor dears certainly don’t get it at all. 
Of course, it’s your job to explain it to them, but you’re not sure if they will even understand. Who knows how things are where they’re from, after all. Maybe they live in some place that doesn’t have this sort of problem.
You then begin to explain, "It’s hard to explain… You see, sometimes when men don’t get their way here, they take it anyway and then we get punished for it. I can’t just tell him to leave me alone because he’s the son of my boss, therefore he is also my boss. So if he makes… advances towards me, I can’t tell him to screw off because I can’t afford to be fired. And the reason I felt comfortable enough to do it yesterday is because I had the two of you there. He’s a coward, and wouldn’t dare to do something in the presence of others he has no control over.” It seems they’re beginning to understand, but there is still confusion in their expressions. 
“So you can’t say so for that reason?” Merry asks, head tilted to the side slightly in a way that makes his shiny curls sway in front of his face. 
“That’s one reason. Yes." 
"And the other?” The blond elf asks again. He’s got to be the most curious of this bunch (next to Pippin of course).
“The other? Well, it’s something a lot more, um, unhappy.” You’re not sure how else to explain it.
No one says anything this time, but you can see that they’re waiting for you to elaborate further. 
“People like him aren’t used to being told no. They see people as playthings and puppets since they’ve been handed everything their whole life. He has power, and I don’t, so therefore I have to just deal with it. I mean, no one would bat an eyelash if he did whatever.” You don’t want to outright say it because it’s a very unsavory and uncomfortable topic, but they just don’t understand where you’re coming from. 
At least they don’t judge you, though.
“But why?” Pippin asks again, scratching the back of his head. “A new job doesn’t seem so bad if you don’t have to deal with him, right?" 
A part of you is grateful that they’re trying to hard to see where you’re coming from, but gosh they won’t get it if you aren’t more direct. 
"I don’t know what people like him are really capable of, Pippin. If I tell him I’m not interested and I hurt his feelings, there’s a strong possibility he would probably kill me, or do something worse than that." 
It seems that bluntness did the trick.
Unfortunately, the confusion is quickly replaced with expressions of horror and bewilderment. 
"He’s going to kill you?” Aragorn questions in alarm, looking over at Boromir and Legolas who share similar shocked expressions. 
Boromir shakes his head and looks at you again, saying rather determinedly, “We won’t let that happen." 
"No, I didn’t say he is going to kill me, I said it’s a strong possibility.” You feel kinda guilty for worrying them like that, “Besides, as long as I don’t go out at night by myself or address his affections directly then I won’t have to worry about it too much anyways." 
You get some weird looks and Legolas asks slowly, "Why do you say that so calmly? Like you’ve already accepted that something horrid could happen with a single misstep?" 
That’s a nice way to put it. Not. 
"Because it’s the reality I live in. Is it not like that where you’re from?” You rub your arms and shift from foot to foot, glancing down at the ground briefly to avoid looking at all their stares. 
“I wouldn’t say that. The world of men is just as despicable there as it is here, but I suppose that it seemed more likely that it would be different in this place.” Aragorn explains, gently stroking his hand down Penny’s back. “But I suppose with us here, you’re safer." 
"I don’t doubt that for a second.” A small smile comes to your face at the assurance of protection, and it warms your lil’ ole heart. 
Okay, but you’re kinda done with this topic now, so you suddenly clap loudly and pick up a bag full of fluffy fabric. 
“Enough of that depressing stuff! I’ve got a bag here full of absolute heaven, and there’s some for all of you!" 
Pippin’s expression brightens, he knows exactly what you’re about to bring out, and he runs over to look inside of the paper bag.
You pull out a bundle of dark blue, red, and black checkered fuzzy pants and drop them all onto the couch. You begin to separate them by size, all the kids sizes on the left, and the mens sizes on the right. 
The boys pants are red and black, while the mens are dark blue and black. What you really wanted was to have everyone match, but this was the best you could do. 
"I’ve also got some t-shirts in this bag,” you nudge another paper bag to your right with your foot, “So you can all bathe and give me your… outfits, and we can figure out how to clean them in my washing machine." 
You turn with a bright smile on your face, and it seems your excitement is rubbing off on them because you see at least 5 matching smiles. 
The hobbits get all of theirs right away and seem rather grateful, Gimli grumbles something about the color, and the dudes and elf guy all share a look but accept it regardless. 
Pippin holds his new pants on one arm and states a very happy, "Thank you!” Before scampering off to the guest room you gave them to, probably, put them on. 
Later in the day after you’ve successfully corrupted the majority of them with your magical fluffy pants, you are hanging out in the backyard with the hobbits (you have a substantial backyard with a tall wooden fence, so you don’t worry about anyone seeing them) when Merry and Pippin suddenly gather around the far left corner of your backyard. 
You pay it no mind at first and continue to idly scroll through your phone, slouching heavily in the chair with your feet planted on the ground and butt half off the chair, until Merry calls to Frodo and Sam, saying something about looking at a thing over there. 
Still you don’t get up to investigate, but you do lower your phone a bit and look at them over the screen like you do when Penny is misbehaving and trying to be sneaky. 
They’re all huddled over something, so you sit up normally on the chair and squint a bit to look at what they’re doing before your eyes go wide. “Hey! No, stop that!” You yell loudly, jumping to your feet and running over as your phone falls on the concrete. You take on a tone you usually only use when talking to your pupper, force of habit you suppose, and it successfully makes them all turn with wide eyes. 
You’ve only ever raised your voice two times, yesterday with Brian, and now, so suffice to say your sudden outburst shocked them all. 
All the hobbits paused with wild mushrooms halfway in their mouths or in the middle of chewing, each one looking like a deer caught in headlights. 
“You can’t eat those!” You exclaim, leaning down and smacking them out of their hands. “They’re poisonous!" 
Oh god, you’re going to have to call poison control, but how on earth are you going to explain any of this? But you can’t just let them die or something, ugh but then you be in so much trouble. 
You reach up and pull at your hair roughly, pacing back and fourth, "Oh god, oh god.” Your pacing is quick and movements frantic as you try to figure out what you’re going to do, “I’ve just killed their hobbits, oh god, why wasn’t I paying attention? I can’t believe I didn’t notice, how could I not?! Oh god!” You look over at them, noticing how all of them are looking at you weirdly, but you ignore that as you rack your brain for a solution, “Is it too late for them to regurgitate it? Ugh that’s disgusting but I can’t call poison control! Way to go Y/N!" 
It seems the commotion has drawn the attention of the other four inside, because the next thing you know Aragorn is stepping in front of you with an alarmed expression on his face. "What’s wrong?”
“I’ve just killed your hobbits is what’s wrong!” You cry, pointing at the four of them and their damned mushrooms, “I-I wasn’t paying attention and they started putting those in their mouths and eating them! They aren’t supposed to do that!" 
The backyard is silent for at least 20 seconds before everyone around you bursts into laughter.
Yes you heard that right, laughter. 
These psychopaths think this is funny!? 
You look around at all of them with bewilderment, stopping your pacing since you aren’t quite in on the joke. 
Was it a prank? Or is there something you’re not getting here? Because they are definitely laughing at you and you don’t like it one bit. 
"Those mushrooms are not poisonous to the little ones, Miss Y/N.” Boromir explains. He’s not laughing quite as much, though he does still looking very amused. “They eat things deadly to us all the time, but they’ve an immunity to it." 
You kinda just stare at him blankly for a few moments before slowly looking over at the hobbits again, then back at Boromir. "I-Immunity…?” Comes you slow question. “So like, they aren’t gonna die?" 
"No." 
You don’t say anything for a little while, running your hand through your hair slowly as you try to process what the hell is going on. "You know what, I’m not even gonna touch on that." 
Really the fact that you haven’t gone insane yet as is, is impressive in itself, so you find it better to just let the weird stuff pass on by and hope none of it affects you directly. "Enjoy your… mushrooms.” You grumble, walking back to the patio to pick up your phone. 
You were so panic stricken a moment ago that when you dropped your phone on the concrete, the screen cracked. 
Legolas walks up to you as you dust off your phone, “You seemed rather concerned for the hobbits.” He muses, looking down at you curiously. 
A slight flush begins to creep up your neck and you look away, “And what about it?" 
"I only think it interesting how quickly you came to care for them, nothing more. I do not think we have seen you so panicked before." 
Well he’s got a point there. 
You shrug your shoulder lamely, not really sure yourself the reason behind being so concerned for them. "I dunno… I just felt really scared when I saw that is all. I’d be really upset if something were to happen to them.” Your words surprise you slightly, because it’s true. In such a short amount of time, you’ve managed to care for all of them much more then you probably should. 
The blond elf hums thoughtfully and looks back at the others, “It puts me at ease to know we have such a gracious and attentive host, so allow me to thank you for that." 
His praise warms your heart, because truthfully there have been a few times that you’ve been concerned that you aren’t doing enough, but it seems they don’t share in this thought process. "Thank you for saying that." 
"My pleasure." 
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Warnings: jessie gets high but it’s not detailed, just the after part. ALSO FLUFF 
HAWKINS, INDIANA
DECEMBER 26, 1984
I watched as all the kids sat around the game table and exchanged gifts. It was the day after Christmas- friendsmas as I'm dubbing it- and we were all held up in Mike's basement. I know they wanted to see each other all on actual Christmas day but their schedules and families wouldn't allow it. So I called everyone up this morning and arranged this.
They all thanked me with a hug when I got here with Mickey and Dayton.
Speaking of which,
I find Dayton sitting on the couch fiddling with his hands. He's been back for about two weeks now and we haven't talked much about the elephant in the room.
I take a seat next to him and smooth down my skirt. "Why are you fiddling with your hands so awkwardly?"
He stops and looks to me. "I feel like I left you here and I let you down."
"You didn't. You did the best you could do for someone who was in a different time zone. Trust me." I clap his shoulder hard- like really hard, he hates it when I do that. And he winces. "You raised me right."
"Ha-ha."
Theres footsteps coming down the steps and quickly at the bottom is Steve. He waves to the both of us before saying his greetings to the kids. Dustin and him are up to some new handshake and I think if they don't find one soon we'll all be in trouble.
After that he finds his way on the couch next to me and my brother.
"I think we met last year at the fourth of July party. Steve right?" My brother asks Steve so un-smoothly. Did he really think I didn't know that he had Steve look over me while he was gone? He even holds his hand out for Steve to shake.
Steve awkwardly laughs. "Yeah Dayton she knows."
"What? She knows?!"
I try to stifle my laughter at his outburst.
"She used her abilities on me to make me tell the truth! What was I gonna do?" Steve argues his point.
It's true he couldn't have done anything about it.
Dayton only shakes his head in annoyance.
Lucas and Dustin come up to us on the couch with two bags in their hands. I looking between the two of them and their shit eating grins.
"If this has anything to do with milk I'm giving y'all both wedgies."
Dustin passes me a red bag. "It has nothing to do with you being milk girl."
Lucas gives Steve his bag as well.
I move around the fancy tissue paper and see jeans? I pull it out with my hands and I see that it's not pants but a jean jacket. And the back is painted on with some eye popping colors but the patches on the sleeves are what gets me.
One of them is the state of Texas. And next to it is a Hawkins patch. There are a few notable patches besides those. A lasso. One says Cherry bomb. And one with a brain on it.
I look up and it's not just Dustin and Lucas anymore. The rest of the gang is behind them now watching me.
I pull the jacket on and it fits loosely. It's the best kind of fit.
Looking over at Steve I see his gift. It's another jean jacket but his is different from mine. His has got no patches on it just the paint on the back. And I can't miss the big 'MOM' on the back.
"We wanted to thank you guys for everything you did for us." Mike- the kind asshole- Wheeler speaks up.
I get up from my seat and hod my arms out. "Hugs right now or so help me I will cry on every single one of you."
Max and Mickey are first in almost making me fall over. Then Dustin and Lucas, lastly Mike. I quickly place a kiss on the top of their heads, almost missing Mike because he pulls away slightly but I pull him back.
"Okay Jessie, give me my kids now."
HAWKINS, INDIANA
JANUARY 1985
My stomach grumbling was getting annoying. I needed to put food into my system before I combust. I just didn't feel like leaving Mike's couch. After sitting here while the boys play their precious D&D after a whole year, I'm growing attached.
I'm laid on the couch like a mad woman. My legs are leaning off the side arm, only one of my arms is slanged over the back of the couch. The other one is holding me up properly.
Steve comes down the steps. Hair flopping around like usual.
"Steve! Good you're here!" I say as he descends down the last steps.
"Hey!" He waves to me.
Then he's saying hi to the kids. I watch as he makes his rounds and then walks over to me and the couch. NO if he sits down then we're not leaving here. And I need food.
I bolt out of my seat. "I'm revolting I need food."
"Why don't you ask my mom for something?" Mike asks me.
I didn't want to trouble his mom. I also didn't want to have to interact with any adults. My mouth is a little crazy as Mickey and Dayton keep saying. I'm not good at holding back my opinions.
I shush Mike and look at Steve. "Please can I get food? Please? Pretty please? The D&D is making me want to eat the floor."
"Hey!" All the boys and Max say at once.
Steve chuckles and puts his hands on his hips. Oh no what does he want. He only does that when he wants something. What could he want from me? Wasn't being friends with me enough?
"I need your skilled handwriting for some envelopes." He puts rather simply.
Okay I can do that.
"Alright I'll do it," I grab his arm and start dragging him the way he came. "I just need food. Food. Steve my stomach is like boiling. I need food."
"Alright alright. I got you." Instead of letting me drag him up the steps he falls in line with me.
Always the gentleman, he opens the door and lets me out. I let go of his arm, and let him lead the way. He takes the both of us out the back and I see his red BMW. With a spur of energy I run to the passenger side and dive into the seat.
"Come on, faster pretty boy. I'm trying not to die of starvation here."
-
"Have you been getting any memories lately?"
I turn to look at Steve in the drivers seat. I had just finished a whole meal and now he wants me to talk? I need my post-meal nap pretty soon.
I guess I could just talk to him and wait until we get back.
"Not really, no. It's been radio silent up here." I knock on my head twice.
He can't help but laugh when I do. Maybe that will ease this conversation back to a more friendly topic. I don't want to think about all the bad things today. I was trying to just have a nice day. I could think about it tomorrow. Or the next day.
"I'm serious though. You'd tell me if you did?"
"Yeah." I shoot back.
We continue on the drive in a comfortable silence. It feels like it should be awkward but its not. We have some weird upside down bond now. We haven't seen it all but we've seen enough together.
It doesn't take long before I see Mike's house appear outside my window. Steve's quick to get out of the car but I'm not, I just ate! I need to take it slow don't wanna pull a stomach muscle or something.
I've got the itis.
Slowly I open my door and roll myself out of the car. As I do I know Steve is watching me struggle. He loves to do that sometimes I swear if he wasn't my friend I would yell at him, I swear it.
He's back at my side in an instant holding his arm out for me to lock with mine.
"Ah Steve, such a gentleman."
-
HAWKINS, INDIANA
JANUARY 1985
I try to smoothly make it to my desk in one piece without raising suspicion. I don't trip, or look anyone in the eye as I make it to the back where Steve is sitting. However I do see his floppy hair and I have to clamp my mouth shut to not giggle.
His hair!
How does he do it everyday?
How?
I sit down and put my notebook on the desk.
"Are you okay?" Steve asks.
I turn slowly to nod at him, I don't wanna do it to fast or he's gonna think something is up with me. I can't alert the troops. I can't alert anyone!
He studies my face, and then his face changes. Did he just figure it out? Did he just find out that quickly? Maybe he won't say anything.
"Are you high right now?" He whispers to me.
My head is nodding again even though I wanna deny it. I was about to deny it. But my head is faster than my mouth.
Ha!
I watch closely as Steve pulls my chair and then my desk close to his. My fingers start playing with the loose ends of my knitted sweater. I wonder how those little dangling threads happen. Why did they happen? I didn't cut my sweater.
I hear our english teacher clear her throat to get the class to settle. It's then that I roll my shoulders back and face the board with the straightest face I can make.
The class settles after a few moments pass and our teacher begins to write names on the board. I watch with confusion. Why was she writing down our names? Did she forget them?
Then she writes down my name. And Steve's.
I look at Steve.
"She was picking random students to read their essays today- Jess we are fucked." He whispers to me and the way he sounds is so funny I start laughing under my breath.
I pull my sweater over my mouth to try and hide it. My eyes are watering before I know it and I have to put my head down on the desk to hide my laughter.
"Ms.Glendall whats the matter?"
Then that makes me laugh even more. Holy shit I'm about to get caught! I'm about to get caught and I don't even have an excuse to give! I'm gonna get detention! Holy shit have I ever gotten detention since I've been here?
No I haven't. I would remember.
"Jessie's not feeling to well, can she read her essay another day?" Steve asks for me.
I can feel his hand come to pat my head like I'm some sort of dog- I'm laughing even harder now. My stomach is starting to hurt with how much I'm dying from this.
"Sure Mr. Harrington."
Steve peers in close to me, close enough to whisper in my ear. When I can feel his hot ass breath on my ear I stop laughing. "You owe me big time Jess."
Oh god how am I gonna make it to Lunch. Hopefully Jon doesn't mind skipping with me to get some food. I am not eating slop while under the influence.
-
I can't believe I'm this much a wuss. I mean I tasered a demo-dog for crying out loud. You'd think I've grown some macho in me.
But no.
Here I am with my envelopes for colleges. Ready to send.
And I'm holding them in my hands like they're about to fly away.
"Step away from the applications."
I swiftly turn around.
Steve's leaning against his car.
"You know I can just go right back upstairs and cancel our plans to hang out." I quip, already turning away.
It's not long, what with his long ass legs, before he has my arm in his grasp and he's stopping me. I turn around slowly to face him, ready for that stupid look on his face. He's gonna make fun of me. I know he is.
He sent out his early applications and I'm standing here, fiddling with my regular applications.
But he doesn't have a look on his face. He looks serious.
"Alright so do you want me to do them for you or do you want a pep talk so you can do it yourself?"
I look between him and my mailbox. A few times. Maybe it's actually more than a few because he snatches the envelopes from my hands and does it himself.
Instead of letting him get the final touch I do it myself. I raise the red flag on the box.
"Well ladies and gentlemen I think Jessica Glendall has finally finished with her applications! How about a round of applause for the girl!" He starts yelling. I try to cover his mouth but he's too tall. And he's fighting me off a bit.
"Cut it out you weirdo! I have neighbors!"
"Is that what the other houses are for? I thought it was decoration."
HAWKINS, INDIANA
JANUARY 1985
"Did you actually have a lasso back home?"
I stop eating and look at Jonathan. He's got a big smile on his face because he knows he's being a little shit. But he wouldn't come up with this on his own. I know this is Steve's doing.
"Steve put you up to this?" I ask him back.
He shakes his head but can't hide his laughter.
"Nah. I just heard it from Will, who heard it from Dustin, who was told by Steve." He explains to me.
"I don't care that we're the same age I will give you a wedgie you do know that right?" It's rhetorical as he puts his hands up in surrender.
"I'd love to see you give Steve a wedgie. Or put him in a lasso."
"Yeah I'd love to see it too."
-
I was cheering Steve on in the gym not too long ago. He's playing really hard right now so that the scouts can see him. I know that he feels like he has to overcompensate with sport because his grades are too hot.
But neither are mine. We're in the same boat here.
His car chirps and I look around for him. I was waiting for him on his car after all. I find him walking my way with his sport bag slung over his shoulder. They didn't win today but he did carry his team the whole way through. That's gotta count for something.
He doesn't say anything to me- no snide remark, no sass, not even a hello. All he does is get into his car and slam the door. Maybe he wants to be alone right now?
I hop off the hood of his car and he turns the engine on.
Maybe I should take the hint and leave.
I put my bag over both of my shoulders and start to turn my body away when I hear the horn honk. So I turn back.
The window is rolled down on my side.
"Aren't you coming?"
I open the door swiftly and get in. "You sure you don't want to be alone right now? I mean I can understand-"
"No I'll be fine. I just need to drive around for a little bit." He says to me and starts pulling out of the parking lot.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I offer
I remember the forth of July party and what he said. About College and parents. This was definitely a topic that he dreaded.
He pumps the breaks on the car when I say it. I almost jolt forward but he holds his arm out to brace me. It makes me let out a breath that's all I know. His arm retracts back to his side as he keeps his eyes on the wheel.
"My dad sucks. And my grades kind of suck. And he's riding my ass about college."
I carefully put my hand on his shoulder. "Look all you can do is your best Steve. At the end of the day it's all anyone can do. Your dad might not see it but it's you who needs to start seeing it. It's your life."
"Y-yeah."
"Plus all of the shit you did with those monsters from hell is pretty badass. You'd probably get a metal for it if it wasn't top secret."
He laughs. "Thanks Jessie."
"Of course Stevie."
"Jessica!"
"Stephen!"
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After having a very rough life that makes her want to risk it all at the age of 12. Elaina receives a call from her older brother begging for help with his new born daughter. After watching the fiasco Ari and Aaliyah, her little sisters started in Crenshaw and knowing they needed to lay low for a long time. They head to a Freeridge California and meet a little beat up boy named Cesar. After awhile they start to rebuild the never put together family that she's always wanted but what happens when his older brother finally gets out of jail?
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Driving to get to my new house in Freeridge was tiring as hell with my mija in the car. Dont get me wrong I know this is the first time we've got to spend time together in awhile but, I also know the girls hyped her up on candy and soda from the way she practically vibrating and jumping in her purple and black car seat. Fortunately she crashed from her sugar high about 40 minutes back and I would be able to carry her big head into the house.
Tapping my hand in the steering wheel, I pull through tagged up streets until I arrive at my new house in Freeridge, California. There were little trees and bushes blocking all edges of the house at the end of the street giving it a very good privacy setting. Its walls a off white concrete with beige tiles on the roof. There was a big yard big enough to store some of the cars Juju and I like to work on, a small garage and a doggie house for my dog Cerberus. As my eyes roam the house I let out the sigh that seems to have been on the tip of my tongue since I left my old home in Crenshaw.
I notice there were no lights on in the house and that I will have to get black out curtains, considering the amount of windows there were. It wont be good when I have to drink my self to sleep only to be woken up by the sun wanting to show how much holier it is than I. The houses off white cemented walls shined in the fading sunlight the light reflecting off the windows giving it a warm and cozy look thankfully along with the sun going down so is the famous unforgivable heat.
Stepping out of the car was a little more challenging than I thought it was going to be considering how my skin wanted to mend into the car seat. So, after I finally was able to surgically remove myself I was able to start walking up to the reinforced door one of the first things I noticed.
'That was probably one of Vin's ideas.' A bitter smile came at the thought....missing mi familia. I honestly don't even know where he is right now. 'I'll find you when it's safe again.' Already knowing the words were lies before they even left his mouth.
The second thing I notice was the cameras discreetly pointing at every angle surronding my house. So if a lizard crossed my yard I would know about it. I opened the door and propped it open with one of door stopper that was right next to it. Not even bothering to look further inside Going back to the car and I pull out mi hija without waking her while also grabbing whatever else we needed to spend one night in an empty house.
Quickly grabbing my silver .9mm from the glove department, I place it in my waist band of my black yoga shorts and start walking in the house and once fully inside, I put Nena and the bags down in the living room on the deep brown wooden floors before rubbing her hair. Glancing at her mixed cream skin with crazy black curly hair I secretly admire her beauty. 'She deserves this fresh start more than any of us. ' I quietly think to myself continuing to take in her peaceful sleeping face that looked so much like her fathers.
She has such an innocent face but, that's just what lures you in about her. She has such a devilish smile when you get past her angelic eyes.
Rubbing her hair once more I walk out and grab a few more bags before placing those bags around her as well. I go back and lock the door before going through her night bag and pulling out her pajamas.
Picking her up to wake her only causes her to start groaning and whining as she lazily opens her eyes and gives me a sweet soft kiss.
"We have to change your clothes before you go back to sleep Nena." I say quietly to the 3 year old.
"Tía" she said with her quiet rarely used voice it coming out soft and toddlerish. Her tired eyes trying to close despite my best efforts. God this girl could try to sleep through anything!
"You cant call me that anymore mija." I said to her softly with my soothing voice while looking into her deep amber eyes. My mother always said that I had the voice capable of putting anyone to sleep. I remember when I was 4 she told me one night that she wanted me to sing for her every night to chase away the nightmares. Unfortunately the next morning I found her overdosed in the tub covered in urine and throw up.
"Yes mama." She said starting to get a little excited but still in her sleep haze.
"I love you mama." Nena said burying her head into my shoulder. Secretly trying to go back to sleep from what I could tell by the way she started to slump into my arms.
"I love you too Nena. We have to get you changed before you go back to sleep plum."I said chuckling to the half asleep toddler before looking away and turning to my phone when I hear the gun shot notification. Clicking my phone on. I see a blaring picture of Nena and *Bang!!* another new text message. This one from the moving company. [ We will arrive Tomorrow at 7 am] Alright. Not that bad and there's really nothing I could do about that right now.
Scrolling to my other messages I see one from Abuela.
[ We are 30 minutes out. She is in a mood driving us all loco.] Chuckling when I finished reading.
'She just lost her sister, nana.' I thought to myself. Before shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts of her. Putting down Nena on the floor unconsciously bringing up old unwanted memories of before the beginning of all of this bullshit.
*Flashback 2 years ago*
Sitting here with my hands bruised, slashed, and bleeding all over the place from the street fights I've had that past week. The dark purple and yellow bruises seeming to do a puzzle the way they fit on top of each other.
Kissing my teeth and looking far out of space while throwing my head back, and letting out a small scream while standing up to let out my frustrations. Today was not a good day, but it seems like bad days are the only days I'm allowed to have anymore honestly. Turning my head around to fully take in my shitty surronding of an abandoned apartment building with dried blood on the walls, broken glass bottles everywhere, and dirty couches and mattresses. The whole place stunk of mold, anemone, and shit. A scoff escapes me.
'What am I even doing here?' I think to myself but in reality I already know why I was not home..... trying to get too fucked up to remember anything. This is not where I am supposed to be doing that though. I pry through the existing migraine to get to the depressing things I'm forced to call my thoughts. While pulling out my phone to check to see if I have recieved any messages, nope but it is 02:30.
'I should probably go home.' Although, as soon as that thought went though my head it was already gone. My mind being too filled with the existing numbness and static to absorb anymore thoughts of home.
Not now.... 'Theres no one there to return to anymore.'
Walking though the trashed old and moldy apartment building somewhere in NY blood territory if the tagged up place was anything to go by I stepped out side. Looking around I notice the tagged up neighborhood and my 2014 purple and black Dodge Charger. Stepping in the car with a groan I start the car and look at my phone again to connect the bluetooth and start playing Leroyce -Forever before I take off toward a destination not really caring where as long as it's not here.
Opening my glove department I pull out a blunt and light it before coming to a stop. 'Got to get off the road soon dont want to get pulled over again.' I sigh, even though I look older than it I am still only 10. One that really is tired of this worlds sandeces 'I really dont want to call Vin to tell the officer to let me go if I get caught.' I add another sigh to my day as I pull into a parking space and turning off the car. I continue to smoke my blunt while listening to the music letting it vibe though me. 'I haven't eaten in 3 days' I think with, yeah you guessed it another sigh not particularly having an appetite or craving anything to eat.
Putting out the roach that was left while also making sure my silver glock is by my side, I get out of the car and walk to the nearest store. Walking up to the 711 I open the door and notice there were three young chicos in the candy isle and an Arabian at the register. Going to the bakery isle I grab two banana nut muffins before going to grab a beer and some chips.
"Can I get a black and mild wood tip?" I asked as I walked up to the Arabian girl at the register. Her big brown eyes first going to my holstered gun before looking into my hazel green eyes. Looking like she was having a debate with herself on whether or not to ask for an armored mixed girls Id. Flipping her fake blonde hair it seems like she made the decision that she doesnt care about my life.
"That will be 9.34."
Placing a 10 on the counter I walk away leaving the change. Going straight back to my car rolling another one and, staring off into space letting my mind wonder into the depths that would only bring and leave more scars. The only thing that brings me back is the sound of my ringer going off. Looking at the screen I see a picture of my hermano Vin and I on the screen. My long curly black hair pushed to the side my eyes closed and a bright smile on my full lips showing off my pearly whites. Vins tattoed arms wrapped around his hermanita as tight as possible knowing that would be the last time we would see each other for awhile.... and it's already been 8 months. "Qué?" I demanded. As soon as I picked up the phone.
"Elaina."
"Hm?"
"Te necesito." His deep voice says hesitantly over the phone.'Really....now you need me?'
"Por qué?"
"We can't speak about it on the phone. I need you to come to me." His gravely deep voice demanded on the phone. Not really giving me a choice in the matter in my head.
But now, what could be so important that you cant tell me over the phone. Well the only way I was going to find out was by going to him.
"I'm in New York right now, get my location and set it to the nearest airport. Make sure you keep the cops from my route I dont want any problems. Order me a private jet and set it to where ever you are."
" Thank you Elaina."
Humming, then ending the conversation. I recieve the route not even a minute later. Taking care of my family is a full time job that I didnt even sign up for....but without them I would have given up a long time ago. I sighed pulling out of the parking lot finally lightin the blunt.
'This finna be some bullshit.Well at least I get to go to London.'
*Present*
Hearing a truck pull up outside the house. Walking to the door I peek out the bullet proof window to see Abuela's black truck outside. The short mexican lady is cursing my hermanitas the hell out I notice with a small smile. Knowing them they probably deserve it. Shaking my head I start making my way to the door unlocking the door and stepping onto the second brick step.
"THATS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING EXCUSE FOR GETTING ALL THAT SHIT ON MY SEATS!?" oooh car problems...... Walking right back inside grabbing Nena who found her toy bag and was currently sleeping on a stuffed animal. But she was already dressed in her pajamas so imma just count it as a win-win situation. I already did what I needed to do which was open the door.
"Sissy save us!!!!" I hear both my other twin sisters yell. No. You fucked up her truck. You did this to a crazy Mob grandma.
"Let's go find somewhere to sleep Nena." Walking off not listening to the distressing calls of "Sissy!" from all three my sisters now.
I end up picking the empty master bedroom mentally cursing my brother for not having furniture arrive before his family did. 'Pendejo.'
Laying down on the carpet floor while putting white headphones in my ears and using a giant panda stuff animal as a pillow I pull an already asleep Nena over me and, put her head on my chest before closing my eyes.
I stayed like that for hours my insomnia not letting me sleep and my mind never truly letting me rest. I sit, wait, and listen to my sisters and grandma put away the little things they had before going to sleep. Well at least two of them do.
Looking up to my door as I hear the door click open. My younger sister Juju is there with a burning blunt and bottle of Hennessy...... our sleep medicine.
She's wearing a faded purple spaghetti strap crop top and black pajamas shorts. Most of her tattoos being shown off due to the lack of clothes. Pushing a deeply asleep toddler off of me and onto the panda. I watched her wrap her arms around the toy before turning and grabbing my phone.
After making sure my bebé was still fully asleep, something I honestly dont know why I even questioned, I stand up.
Following my younger sister outside to the back yard we hop on the concrete railing facing opposite of each other with the bottle between us and pop it open. Taking out my phone I start to play Say yes by Floetry. Before I really start to look around the back yard. Cerberus was going to have the time of his life fucking shit up back here. He will be arriving tomorrow along with the furniture, he doesn't do well with long road trips at all so we decided to just drug him and put him on a plane along with the rest of the stuff.
"I thought Vin said he would be here?" Her raspy tired voice said drawing me out of my thoughts and making me turn towards her. Big puppy dog hazel eyes that had dark circles from lack of sleep and brown curly hair made her look like a sun goddess. Her light carmel skin basically glowing in the moon and pool light. Out of all of my siblings I connected with sisters the most. Maybe because I went through a lot of bull shit with them? Maybe because they shared the womb at the same time with me? Either way I'm happy for it considering how much the world seems to hates my guts its good to have sisters that actually care if I die or not.
"You know why he can't come here." I said hitting the blunt. Knowingly about to start an unwanted argument.
"Wouldn't you say to protect his girls he would actually be here with us?Not there trying to get himself killed?!"She asked irritated and worried.
"Hm." Taking the bottle she chugs down the liquor with no regrets. Before handing it to me when she is done, I do the same thing until I feel somewhat alright.
"What school are we going to go to? Will you do football?" Now why would I be thinking about doing football? This ain't my home.
"We will be going to sign up for school soon I guess and no I'm not doing football."
" You might be able to start a new life, have friends, find love." She continued. Her mind filled with nothing but romance, roses, and bullets. She already knew that we shouldnt really get attached to anyone out here. It was far to dangerous to get anyone evolved in our lives but right now on this railing she can dream.
"Are you listing out Liyah's to-do list or mine?" I said laughing and fully feeling the effects of the alcohol. Not wanting to be the one to state the facts.
"All of ours fool!" She says laughing. Her smile showing off her small dimples. The smile slowly going away putting her head on my shoulder before shaking it.
"After everything that's been going on we deserve it.........How did we get here hermana?" Sighing I dont answer, knowing that question was more towards the Angels than to me.
"This isn't fair, for him to send us to one place while hes halfway around the world." She continues with a slight whimper in her voice. Taking another sip out of the bottle before passing it and lighting a black and mild.
"He's trying his best." Those soft spoken words could've been yelled at the poor girl with how quickly she quieted down.
Looking over at her down casted head.
"Yeah he is trying his best....but, his best could be with us there to help." She said damn near sobbing. The medicine is working.
"You know why we cant do that Juju. Come on." I said picking her up from the railing and stumbling back into the room after I placed her next to Nena before turning around and locking the door. Poor girl was already asleep when I turned back around.
What could I expect though after everything that's been going on. Quickly checking my phone for the time to see 02:45. I finally lay down next to them and let the alcohol in my system drag me into Morpheus's arms.
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monicadianalen · 4 years
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“THE BEST OF ME”
By: Nicholas Sparks
After Twenty Years Dawson Cole Return into his hometown to fulfill the last request of his dear friend that he consider as his Father, Tuck Hostetler. When Dawson arrived at tuck home, Dawson was very surprised because tuck arranged for Dawson’s high school girlfriend named Amanda, to come with him to fulfill the request or the wish of tuck Hostetler. When Dawson and Amanda reunited their feeling to each other is come back and that is the wish of tick to regain the unfinished love story of Dawson and Amanda but Amanda is a married woman now and she had children, whereas Dawson had no wife and no Children.
Dawson was born into a criminal family; his family are can make a many crimes without any fears, his family are using drugs but Dawson is not like his family. Dawson is a calmest and gentle person in their family but because of his family's work no one believes that Cole family is a honest and kind, and most importantly theres no person who believes that Dawson is not a criminal. Dawson is not close with his cousins Abee, crazy ted and especially with his father Tommy Cole, the reason of his father abused and want him to be like him and to make some crime.
When Dawson become sixteen years old, he left their home and he lives at the garbage of a local mechanic the owner of tuck Hostetler. Tuck hostetler allow him to stay at the warehouse because his wife is already gone, Dawson forget his relationship with his family and find a new one that who will give him a peeceful and a happy family without any crime.
When tuck died Dwason and Amanda called by his lawyer to give them some of wealth of tuck, Dawson and Amanda had a dinner at tuck’s house and talk for a while before the party. When Amanda arrived at his mother’s house, her mother tell her about their relationship between Dawson and how they look, because Amanda is a married woman and had children. Amanda’s mother is not aware about what happened between Amanda's former husband because Amanda become disillusioned in her marriage because of her husband, her husband is an alcoholic person and it start when thier daughter Bea died.
The next day, Amanda and Dawson went to tuck’s lawyer to know that they need to spread or scattered the ashes of tuck at cabin the town of his wife. This means they have to spend their full day together. They have lunch together, discuss and talk about their plans. When Amanda goes home, Dawson stayed at their then he repair the car of tuck. As Dawson’s works, while working Dawson did not feel that his cousin crazy ted was at his back watching him working the car and planning to kill , crazy ted wants to kill Dawson because he wants to revenge from beating him years ago. Crazy Ted sneaks up to tuck hostetler, Dawson see the man that he saw at oilrig explosion and chasing him through the woods. This is the cause that Dawson find Crazy ted’s truck and this is also the danger of life of Dawson.
Dawson talked and confront Crazy Ted, beating him and returned home to the family compound. Crazy Ted failed another attempt to kill Dawson, Crazy Ted decided to call a help of his older Brother Abee, who is planning his own revenge against Dr. Bonner’s Son Allan for dating his girlfriend candy, a pretty young bartender.
The next day, Dawson and Amanda go to tuck’s cabin and learn from a letter that written by tuck hostetler about the love story with his wife, this letter inspire Dawson and Amanda, as tuck hoped, Dawson and Amanda spend their night alone together.
The next day, Amanda makes agonize decision to return to her family the Dawson decide to return to her family. Dawson prepare to leave town, but he returns to tuck when he recalls that he left letter of tuck that tuck written for him. As a Dawson enter town, he again saw a strange man who saved him after the oilrig explosion. he follows this man to a bar where he discover and saw the young doctor he killed had led him to save his son, and that son of a man who save him is Allan David, now grown, from a beating Dawson’s cousins Abee and Crazy Ted Cole are giving. Dawson decide to save that young man, but he is killed and shoots him in his head by Crazy Ted. That time, Amanda’s son has been in an accident and need a heart transplant. The following day, Amanda informed that Dawson was death and she mourns for Dawson Loss.
Two Years have passed since Dawson’s tragic death. Amanda and frank arrange their damaged marriage, even though it was no longer romantic or casual as it was years prior, the cousin of Dawson, Abee and Crazy Ted had been arrested and put them in a jail for murdering Dawson. The son of Amanda is very happy because his son is healthy now with his new heart. Son of Amanda ask her of the anniversary of the death of Dawson if it is possible to trace the donor and thank to the family of Dawson, only Amanda knows that her son has received Dawson heart, before Dawson death, he tell that he want to donate his heart. Dawson love for Amanda still alive and continue to love Amanda. Amanda hugs Dawson so close and tell that she love Dawson, which meant for both her Son and For Dawson Whose heart is beating inside.
Dawson Cole
Came from a criminal family. Dawson dad abused him and always up to no good. In high School, everyone was kind of scared of him because he was A Cole. Therefore, he was very unpopular and quiet. He and Amanda Were lovers in high school. Tuck was the man who Took Dawson in when he was in high school because Dawson had no family to support him. Also, Dawson really enjoys Working with cars that was the interest, he shared with tuck. He was not a criminal like the rest of the Coles; he was very sweet and protective, especially when it came to Amanda.
Amanda Collier
She was born in a rich family, in high school. Her Parents did not like Dawson for her. Eventually they broke up, Amanda went to college, and got Teacher for little bit, But then they moved away from Oriental and they had four kids. One of them died and it hurt Amanda so much. Amanda use to volunteer a lot at the Hospital, but when her daughter died, Bea got sick, she did not volunteer as much. Amanda is very unsure of what she wants in life. She is very emotional person, but also cares about the people she loves.
Tuck Hostetler
He was an older man that lived in an old house and he fixed up cars for a living. Tuck wife died and he don’t have kid. Tuck was very calm and sweet. He was obviously a very Friendly person for letting Dawson stay with him at the time because he did not even know him. But he also became Close to Amanda and when Amanda and Dawson went their separate ways, he still talked to Amanda. In fact he Talked to her more than Dawson because Dawson never Came back home to oriental.
Abi & Ted Cole
They are Dawson’s cousins. They are huge troublemakers and they have committed murder and served jail time.
David Bonner
Dawson killed him by hitting him with his car while he was running.
Candy
She is Abbe’s girlfriend. She works at a bar and has a thing with Alan Bonner.
Alan Bonner
He is the son of David Bonner. Dawson saves Alan from his Cousins.
Tommy Cole
He is the Father of Dawson. He is a Drug dealer, Wife beater and Abusive father.
Bea
Amanda’s daughter, she died in disease of diagnose.
Frank
He is Amanda’s wife and he is an alcoholic.
MY OPINION
If you are in relationship never cheat even though you’re not happy with him/her, even though that there is no romance in relationship, even though your relationship is not that sweet and happy just like before but i believe that in a saying that you could feel the love and happiness at first. Then if you are married person and had a child never make a decision that make your family broken and make your child hurt, because when your family has been broke the first person who will hurt the most is your child. Cheating is not a solution in a relationship because if you don’t happy just talk about it and solve it. Sometimes when you fall in love, we only listen in our heart without thinking that we must also follow our mind, we just need to be brave and wise when it comes about love.
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WALLS TO BREAK US
so i know i dropped all communication for the past several months...and evans fucking journal might have you believe i sat on my ass the entire time but that isnt the case. I didnt intend on sharing this information, frankly. but my time is running out now, evans already gone. this account of events will be all i have left.
i cant leave this place. i dont even know where the fuck i am supposed to be to begin with.
there is a house. a neighborhood. stores. a town. but nothing has a name.
there are people, but despite the gift of sight i was given, i see nothing of them. like empty thoughts given a shell to walk around in.
i thought at first, a couple months ago when i was first allowed to walk outside again, that they were real and that i was simply too overwhelmed with shock to really notice what was wrong here. but now i see it. i see it because there is nothing to see. these people aren't people at all, more like ghosts. 
at least im not entirely alone. there's still the house and asterion.
ive walked to the store many times, even got assaulted in the parking lot. Was that guy a ghost too? I dont know. but i havent only gone to the store - ive walked around the entire town. know what i finally realized, several days after i had made that exploratory journey?
there are no cars here. none being sold, none being driven, absolutely fucking nothing. no bikes either. no skates, no skateboards, no heelies wheelies or fucking feelies. not a single mode of transportation of any kind.
theres a bus stop though! thank fuck for that! oh wait, it's fucking useless. i have not once seen a bus in this god forsaken place.
imagine the anguish i felt upon realizing that despite being able to steal groceries just fine, i cant even hope to steal a car to drive as far away as i can from this hellhole. but it doesnt stop there.
of course it doesnt.
so alright, no cars. but i still had my legs, right? (and still do, somehow.)
so i figured if i cant drive away, i could at least saunter the fuck out of this place and maybe determine some sense of location on planet fucking earth. i set out. i walked in one direction from the house to the town and onward. and onward. and onward. for five fucking hours.
i found nothing.
but it wasnt your average nothingness like that of a long rural road, as it had originally appeared to me. no...instead, i eventually encountered what i call the Edge. here, the road stutters into an impossible blackness. here, if you turn your head, you can see how the blackness runs parallel to the world around you, bordering everything for miles. real truman show type shit.
the real kicker is when i discovered that only i can see it.
like any good scientist, i did some experimenting. kicked some cans, threw some rocks, all hurtling in the direction of the black wall. to my surprise, the items phased through it. swallowed might be a better word. i couldnt see or hear if the objects landed on the other side, if there was even a side to land on beyond the boundaries of ink. so then i decided i needed an extra set of eyes, and brought evan along a few days later.
this is the first and last time i let him outside in my care, and for good reason.
we arrived at the Edge, and evan was immediately annoyed at me as i had stopped walking just a few feet before the black wall. i asked him to explain what the problem was. he was like, "dude, you told me there was some shit i had to see and we have been walking forever. where the fuck is it? is this it? because it looks like a whole lot of fucking nothing."
i then asked, "what does this nothing look like to you?"
evan was growing more confused and angry, but i didnt want him to know what i did until i knew what he did first. i didnt want to contaminate his perception by revealing my own. i needed to be thorough and absolutely sure of our experience.
he threw his arms in the air in frustration, "a road, vin. it looks like a road, the same fuckin' cracked asphalt we've been following for miles. forwards and backwards, road."
evan took a step forward, into the blackness. i saw the tip of his foot disappear, sliced by the unfathomable wall. evan didnt seem to notice anything different, standing there with his arms crossed. so then i knew at least one thing for certain: only i could see the wall.
however, until seeing evan's foot just barely phasing through the wall, it hadnt occurred to me if i could pass through it too...or at least touch it. before, when i had been throwing cans and such, i didnt dare get too close to the black edge. i had no idea what would happen, and wasnt particularly interested in finding out at the time. all i could gather was that, just like the rest of the town and even the house herself, it was designed to keep things inside.
as it turns out, evan was not one of those things intended to stay. i stood there pondering silently, and watched as evan began an impatient pacing along the length of the wall. an imperfect, wobbly hobble across the street and back; i saw arms and legs flash in and out of the blackness as evan walked, still taking no notice. evan couldnt see the difference like i could, and he wasnt the prisoner these walls were meant to encase. so who was?
well obviously it's me. at least, i'm somehow a part of the equation i think. and then i figured now was no better a time as any for me to make my approach and reach out - touch the wall, see what happens, inwardly hope it just kills me on the spot, and so on.
but right as i had decided this, i hear evan angrily spitting an expletive and turn, marching off beyond the pitch black walls. guess he was tired of waiting on me, and you know ev - always runs in head first. i word this story now as if this is something i remember fondly about evan, but let me be clear: in that moment of time, standing in the middle of some fucking road behind a maliciously black prison wall, a wall of which evan was now beyond and impossible for me to see any longer? leaving me, alone?
i fucking hate how much of a hardheaded ass evan is sometimes.
i was so caught off guard by evan's sudden disappearance beyond the veil of the Edge that what that meant didn't register until several seconds later when i found myself clamoring towards the wall. i yelled for evan, then screamed for him. my hands meet the black surface with a loud plang as if the wall was made of glass, but the way the wall felt against my skin is indescribable. i wailed my fists against the presumed surface, the noise of the impacts reverberating loudly. this lasted a few minutes.
evan eventually came back...and he seemed just as he were before, except maybe even more annoyed as he began to once again pester me on why i was just standing there wasting time. he got his first round of bitching out before he noticed that i had tears running down my face, looking disheveled.
he changed his tune and asked me what was wrong, what the fuck happened. his confusion was telling - he hadnt heard me screaming for him to come back. i wiped my eyes, faked a chuckle, and told him it was nothing to worry about and that maybe it was best to go home for now and try some other time when im more 'in the present.'
i decided that i wasnt going to tell evan about the Edge, at least not right then. i needed time to gather myself back together, since the resulting panic attack had taken a lot out of me for one day. But even after i had taken that time...
i didnt want evan to know about the wall. fuck, i know its selfish, but i didnt want evan to know that he had the ability to leave this wretched fuckhole but i didnt, that i was trapped and he wasnt. its not because i wanted to spare evan the heartbreak of knowing his friend was doomed...but because i didnt want evan to get the idea that he could abandon me without consequence.
i didnt want evan to use this knowledge as an escape plan to get away from me.
not wanting evan to leave me wasnt the only reason i didnt tell him though. there was still so much i was uncertain about; hell, i still wasnt sure if just being outside the house put evan at risk. i took a chance in taking him to the wall and he lasted well enough during that time...but given what was discovered, even if evan could sit out on the lawn every day and not a thing touch him...the very existence of the wall was a dangerous game of chance.
this is why i did not want evan to go back outside again after this incident. i couldnt trust that he would truly be safe...and i couldnt trust that he wouldn't just run away on me. i completely fucked myself in both ways, though. he's out there getting hurt or dying or already dead because i pushed him far enough to truly fucking hate me.
even now, ive no idea what happened to evan after he ran out of the house. Maybe he never made it past the wall again.
maybe this post is the first time he’s hearing about it.*
*IT IS, YOU SMART BOY. I COULDN’T JUST KILL HIM BEFORE YOU EXPOSED YOURSELF AS A HIDEOUS EXCUSE OF A FRIEND. THE PAIN WILL ADD FLAVOR! MAYBE I’LL GIVE YOU A TASTE.
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Acceptance
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader x Roger Taylor
Summary: They meet the reader’s family for the first time
Requested: Nope
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: I hope you guys like this - it’s my first time writing for a relationship like this and writing for this pairing so please let me know what you think!!! Please reblog and leave comments, they really make my day and inspire me to write more - I reply and follow back with my main blog @ijustreallylovezebras
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“There’s no need to look so nervous, love, parents love me,” Ben said, reaching back and grabbing Y/N’s hand from where it was drumming on the centre console. Y/N bit her lip, smiling at him uncertainly.
“They tend to hate me,” Roger piped up with a mischievous grin, catching Y/N’s eye in the mirror and winking at her in the hopes the cheeky action would calm her down a little. Y/N’s smile grew a little and Roger took one hand off of the steering wheel to place it on top of Ben’s so that the three of them were clasping their hands tightly together.
“I love you guys,” she said quietly, leaning forwards so that her head was resting on their hands. Roger and Ben shared a soft smile over the top of her head.
“We love you too,” Ben responded, leaning down to kiss the top of her hair.
“And it will be fine today, honestly,” Roger promised, squeezing their hands quickly.
“No matter what happens today, we’ll still be the same, us three, yeah?” Ben said. Y/N turned her head so she was looking towards him and smile at her boyfriend.
“Yeah,” she agreed quietly. 
Ben used his free hand to turn the radio on, turning the volume down so it was playing quietly, enough to relax the three of them - him and Roger were much more stressed about meeting Y/N’s family than they were letting on.
They were sat in the same way that they always did when they drove anywhere. Roger was in the driver’s seat - he almost always drove, and when it wasn’t him it was Ben, they insisted that Y/N wasn’t a good driver, a running joke amongst the three of them, the only time they allowed her to drive them was when they had been on a night out and she was the only one sober enough to do so. Ben was in the passenger seat and in charge of the music controls and keeping Roger entertained while he drove. Y/N was in the middle of the back seat. She almost always sat in the back because it meant that she could fall asleep and stretch out as much as she wanted, something that Ben and Roger actively encouraged as they were always concerned that Y/N was not getting enough sleep.
“Love? Love you need to wake up,” Ben said, gently shaking her shoulder. Y/N groaned and raised her head to blink at her boyfriend. Ben offered her a smile. “There’s our girl,”
“I need you to direct me,” Roger explained. “Sorry to wake you up, Princess,” Y/N stretched forwards in her seat to press a sloppy kiss on Roger’s cheek as a response.
She rested her head against Ben’s shoulder as she mumbled directions out to Roger, who still held their hands tightly in his, shooting them adoring looks every once in a while.
They pulled into Y/N’s family’s driveway, gravel crunching under the wheels and Roger turned off the car, the three of them sitting for a moment, taking in the momentous occasion.
“I’m shitting myself,” Y/N finally announced and the boys laughed. Roger turned her head towards him and placed a firm kiss to her lips.
“We’re meant to be the scared ones, love,” Ben pointed out and Y/N smiled, turning to him and kissing him quickly.
“We’ll be fine,” Roger promised and Ben smiled at him, his gaze so loving and adoring that Y/N could feel nothing but ecstatic.
They lent over the centre console, their lips meeting in the middle, both of them grinning into the kiss.
“Are you guys coming in?” The boys broke apart, embarrassed, but Y/N couldn’t help the squeal that escaped as she flung the car door open, throwing herself into the waiting arms of her sister. Jenny laughed, squeezing Y/N tight in a hug. “The kids have not shut up about seeing their aunt again,”
“I’m their favourite aunt!” Y/N grinned.
“Yeah, you need to tell them to stop saying that to Hannah’s face, she’s getting offended,”
“But it’s true,” she protested and Jenny let out another laugh, hugging her sister again quickly. 
“She doesn’t need to know that though,” she nudged Y/N and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Are you going to introduce me then?” She asked, nodding towards Roger and Ben who were waiting patiently throughout the reunion, smiling a little as they watched. 
They would have looked perfectly at ease if Y/N didn’t know them so well. Ben was biting his lip harder than normal and Roger’s free hand was drumming on his jeans, as was his nervous tell whenever neither Ben nor Y/N had a spare hand.
“Right!” Y/N exclaimed, stepping back and grabbing Roger’s nervous hand. He shot her a grateful smile at her action and squeezed it in acknowledgement. She then looped her hand through Ben’s arm, leaning against his muscles a little. “Jenny this is Ben and this is Roger. Ben, Roger, this is my sister, Jenny,” 
“Y/N hasn’t shut up about you two,” Jenny informed the guys who let out nervous laughs.
“Trust me, it’s been the same for us two,” Roger said, nodding over at Ben over y/N’s head. Y/N pulled a face, which made Jenny chuckle.
Ben dropped one suitcase and held out his hand to Jenny who rolled her eyes a little, shaking her head.
“Come here, dude,” she said simply, pulling Ben into a hug. Ben was slow to react, taken by surprise at the warm gesture, but dropped the other suitcase and Y/N’s arm, hugging Jenny back. “And you,” she laughed as she parted from Ben and smiled at Roger who grinned and was quick to embrace her.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Ben commented and Jenny nodded.
“Yeah you guys too,” 
“See,” Ben whispered, kissing her forehead and Y/N turned to smile at him, kissing him quickly.
“Wait until you meet her kids,” she warned as Jenny took one of the suitcases from Ben. Roger took her hand again, swinging them backwards and forwards.
“Yeah my kids will be your harshest critics,” Jenny added, letting out a laugh. 
As soon as they stepped into the hallway they were attacked by Jenny’s twins - Lily and Sebastian.
“The kids like them,” Y/N turned at the sound of her mother’s voice and she smiled, nodding. Her mum place a mug of tea in her hands and settled herself on the sofa beside her.
Sebastian and Lily had taken a shine to Roger and Ben quickly. Ben was lying on his stomach playing trains with Sebastian and Roger was joining in, when his head wasn’t being yanked back by Lily who declared that she wanted to plait his hair for him. Her brother and sister-in-law’s baby (James) was sat on Roger’s lap and the drummer cradled James carefully to his chest, cooing down at the baby in the most adorable fashion.
“i didn’t realise how good with kids they were,” Y/N admitted with a shrug, blowing on her tea. “What about you, though?” She questioned, nibbling on her lip in nervousness. While her parents had appeared thrilled with Y/N’s boyfriends - and made them feel completely welcome and at home in Y/N’s childhood house - she was aware that their relationship wasn’t exactly conventional and desperately sought her parent’s approval.
“They make you happy,” her mum shrugged with a soft smile in her daughters direction. “That’s all that matters to us really,” Y/N turned and lay her head on her mother’s shoulder.
“They make me really happy,” she said in quiet agreement. Roger heard and turned towards her with a grin.
“I love you,” he mouthed. Y/N mouthed it back, her eyes crinkling at the edges.
“I think Ben won your dad over with all the rugby talk,” her mum joked and Ben looked over at the sound of his name, raising his eyebrows with a cheeky grin on his face.
“i said parent’s love me,” he joked and Roger scoffed.
“They love me more,” he argued, feigning an angry glare at Ben who rolled his eyes, leaning forwards to press a kiss to Roger’s lips.
“I think it’s time for the kids to go to bed,” Jenny said, coming into the room with Y/N’s sister-in-law Hannah and her husband Joe (Y/N’s sister). Hannah was quick to scoop the baby up from Roger’s arms and Jenny tilted her head at the twins, indicating for them to follow her. “Come on Seb, Lily,”
“I want Uncle Roger to tuck me in,” Lily whined, tugging on Roger’s hair. The drummer’s face was conflicted between a wince and a look of complete shock.
“Why can’t Uncle Ben do it?” Sebastian argued, glaring at his sister.
“Do you guys mind?” Jenny asked through a sigh, looking at Roger and Ben, both of whom were quick to nod their agreement, huge smiles blossoming on their faces as they each scooped up a twin, making the kids let out a squeal of delight. Ben swung Sebastian around so he was resting on his back and Sebastian let out a joyful laugh, winding his arms tightly around Ben’s neck.
“Where too, Princess Lily?” Roger asked, resting the young girl on his hip. Lily giggled in delight, ordering ‘Princess Roger’ to take her upstairs.
Jenny raised an eyebrow at her sister, her lips curling into a small grin as she followed the four of them.
“Did you hear that, Y/N?” Roger asked, bounding into their room and jumping on the bed next to his girlfriend who hugged him tightly. Ben flopped on top of the two of them, embracing them both into a tight hug.
“They called me Uncle Ben,” he whispered, still disbelieving. Y/N ran her fingers through his short blond hair and Ben turned his face up to kiss the palm of her hand.
“Fuck I love you,” Y/N murmured and Roger placed a kiss on her cheek.
“We love you too,”
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kitty35 · 5 years
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The Rich And The Poor
Lee Minho x Reader - 1950/60 School AU / Rich and Poor AU (A/N - This is heavily inspired off of Pretty In Pink. I just watched that movie and loved it, so when I saw this request I knew it would mirror the movie even if I didn’t mean to)
Type - fluff
Requested - Yes
Summary - People from different classes rarely ever mingled. The rich though everyone below them were poor homeless people who couldn’t afford a mouse off the street. The ‘poor’ - well poorer then the rich kids - thought the rich were all snobs who were too full of them selves just cause they could spend their parents money whenever. Can you guess which class I’m in?
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I walked the halls with my friends. From the other side of the crowded space, my eye managed to catch his. For a few seconds I stared, just admiring his features. The way his sharp eyes peered into mine. How wide - yet still slim - his chest and shoulders are. The way his lips quirked up in an almost smirk that was barley seen. Everything about him intrigued me.
We never talked.
We weren’t allowed to talk. People from different classes rarely ever mingled. The rich though everyone below them were poor homeless people who couldn’t afford a mouse off the street. The ‘poor’ - well poorer then the rich kids - thought the rich were all snobs who were too full of them selves just cause they could spend their parents money whenever. Can you guess which class I’m in?
My friend, Paige, rolled her eyes and pulled me to the parking lot and then to her car to drop me off at work. We both got in and sat down. As soon as she turned the car on her radio began to blast, scaring both of us half to death since we both forgot we had it so loud this morning. People around us that sat in their cars and talked with their friends gave us weird looks but we just laughed them off. The people who parked here were all like us. They all knew us. After all, we’ve all grown up together since elementary school.
“I saw you lookin’ at Minho~” My friend started as she pulled out of the student parking lot.
“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?” I asked while plopping a lollipop in my mouth. The cherry flavor took over my taste buds for a few seconds.
“I’m talkin’ ‘bout in the hall!”
“I was just lookin’.”
“Sure you was. I saw that look in his eyes.”
“Let’s just forget about. He’s a rich-ie, not like he’d go for me anyway.” Paige shrugged and let me blast the music again while rolling down the windows. Not even ten minutes passed before we made it to the small music shop I worked at. With a final goodbye from my friend I walked in and sat down behind the counter.
It was always quiet now. Not many people would like to get music when they think a mob of teenagers were at the store and not many teenagers were thinking about going to a music shop right now. So instead of doing what I was supposed to do, I pulled out my home work.
“That doesn’t look like work from your job.” Amanda, my boss, spoke while looking over my shoulder and scaring me half to death. We have known each other since I was just a little kid. Her and my mom were really good friends despite the large age gap between them. All she did was laugh at my reaction and say it was fine since the place was so slow before going back to trying to hang something up. After a few minutes the bell rang, signaling that someone walked in. I didn’t look up for a till something was placed down on the other side of the counter. As soon as I saw the person it felt like my breath left my lungs.
“Hello.” Minho spoke shyly.
“Hi.” I said back, still in shock.
“I have a question.” All I did was nod for him to continue, “What do you think of this band?” I looked down at the phonographs record cover.
“It’s okay. Not the best but not the worst either.”
“Cool. Do you like them?”
“I’ve listened to them before. I think I have a different album of theres at home.”
“Okay, I’ll get it then.” With that I rang him up. From the corner of my eye I could see him fidgeting and messing with his hands as if he was nervous. “Can I ask you somethin’ else?” He rushed out as his receipt printed.
“Oh - um - sure.”
“Will you go out with me? This Friday?” “What?”
“I know it’s sudden but I think you’re really pretty and smart and I want to get to know you.”
“Okay.”
“You will?”
“Yeah, it could be fun.” I mumbled while slightly looking down.
“I’ll pick you up at your place at 7.”
“Oh, I - I have work on Friday so you can just pick me up here,”
“Okay. I’ll see you around then.” He smiled and grabbed the phonograph then left.
“Look at you go~” Amanda said as I rolled my eyes while blushing.
The next few days came and went. Minho started to hang around me more. In the mornings he would sit in the court yard with me and Paige instead of inside with his friends. We talked over the phone a few times too. He was really sweet, not like how I expected him to be.
“Aren’t you all dolled up. What for?” Amanda asked when I came out of the workers bathroom. Everyone else had already gone home and we already closed the store.
“I have a date tonight.” I smiled at my feet.
“With that cute guy from Tuesday?”
“Yeah.”
“Good for you.”
“Thanks.” There was a small pause as I hopped up onto the counter. “Hey, can I ask you somethin’?”
“Of course.” She stood across from me and leaned against a shelf.
“Is it bad if I’m going out with him cause of his money?” She didn’t say anything for a few seconds.
“If you’re happy and no one is gettin' hurt then of course it’s not bad.” I nodded and looked to the clock.
“I don’t think it much matters. He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago.”
“Just give him a few more minutes, you never know.” She patted my shoulder before looking out the window, a smile growing on her face. “See? There he is.” I looked up and saw him looking through the windows. Quickly, I jumped off the counter and opened the door, throwing a last goodbye to Amanda before leaving.
“So where are we going?” I asked as he grabbed my hand.
“My friend is throwing a party. I figured it could be fun.” My face slightly dropped before it came back.
“Okay.”
“Are you fine with that?”
“It’s worth a shot. I just don’t think your friends will like me much.”
“Nonsense, they’ll love you.” With that we got into his car. The ride was filled with music, bad singing from both of us, and laughter. Pretty soon we made it to the house and walked in, still hand in hand. Everywhere I looked there were drunk people and the place wreaked of alcohol.
“Watch where you’re goin’.” A drunk girl slurred out after bumping into me. Minho led me around a few places before I stopped him.
“Can we just go somewhere else?” I asked.
“Why don’t we go up stairs? It’s a lot quieter.” I just gave him an ‘are you serious’ look. “Wait! Not like that! My hands won’t leave my pockets!” Again my eyebrow raised as he began to pick up some drinks and a bag of chips with his mouth. He nodded towards the stairs. With a final roll of my eyes I followed him, a smile growing on my lips. We made it up stairs and to a room. He opened the door only to see one of his friends, Chris to be exact, sitting in front of the TV trying to fix it while wearing only boxers. Instantly I looked away as Minho tried to close the door.
“Minho!” The almost naked boy slurred, “Come here!”
“Oh, no, it’s fine.”
“No, really. Get in here!” Minho looked to me before reluctantly walking in with me and sitting down on the couch. As we sat down, Chris flopped down on the bed and his girlfriend, Ava - who was also basically naked - , came out.
“You. I know you.”
“Gym.” I said, referring to the class we had together.
“Your names ‘Gym’?” Oh lord, I had to bite my tongue. “What are you doin’ here?” She asked while glaring at me, climbing onto Chans back and bitting his ear.
“She’s my date.” The girl just laughed.
“What a fuckin’ looser. She’s not even pretty, you can do so much better then that slut.” She went on and on for a while before Minho had enough.
“Just shut up, why don’t ya’.” And then we left. For a while we walked the streets, just looking around but not talking. Mostly everything was closed by now so there wasn’t much to do.
“What do you wan’a do?” He asked.
“Can we just call it a night?”
“Was it my friends? I’m real sorry ‘bout them. I should have known that they’d be drunk like that.”
“No, I have to wake up early tomorrow anyway.”
“Okay, where do you live? I’ll drop you off.”
“You can just drop me off at the fields, they’re close to my house.”
“Nonsense, I’ll just take you home.”
“I don’t want you to take me home.” He paused for a minute.
“O-okay, then what do you want to do?”
“I want to go home.”
“Where do you live?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m ashamed! Are you happy?! God, you probably sleep in a room thats the size of my whole house!”
“I don’t care.”
“But I do.” All he did was grab my cheeks and pull me in for a kiss. It took a second for me to respond, but eventually I did. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of our lips moving together. When he pulled back he opened the door for me and took me home. I showed him the way and soon we were parked in front of my house. My hand went to his cheek and I tilted his head towards mine to share one last kiss before I got out and went to my room. That night I fell asleep with a fuzzy feeling in my heart, not knowing Minho had the exact same feeling.
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