#I looked at my phone jaw dropped and tears welling up when I saw this

[sunflowergirl522]

Screaming and hyperventilating over this news

[leah-lover]

Two hearts one timeline. Alexia putellas x reader.Angst

Part 1. part 2

“ Why did it take you so long to go out with me?” asked alexia. She sat opposite wearing a dress, heer hair was down, her makeup was minimal but she was absolutely stunning.  Her words were true though. It took her asking you out 4 times for you to agree. 

“ Well I wanted you to be sure that you wanted me. I don't want to cause you any stress especially because this is  a crucial part of the season.” you respond. “ I am happy you agreed to come with me. And yes, I really really want you.” she cheekily responded. 

Both the conversation, food and wine were great. Once you finished she drove you to your house. 

“ This was definitely the best date I have ever had.”  you say to alexia once you get to your door. “ i will be happy if this date continues?” she suggests. 

“ I am not sleeping with you, capitana. We have a game tomorrow, you need sleep. I am willing to kiss you though.” you say before giving her the sweetest most gentle kiss. Her hands on your waist, your on her neck. You last for a while before pulling out. “ go home and rest, capi.” you say before pulling out of her hold and entering your apartment complex. 

The next morning was matchday. You had a strict routine to follow and you did it to the T. However, flashes of the night before kept flooding your mind from time to time. Alexia’s smile, laugh, and lips were all what you were thinking about on your way to the stadium. 

Upon getting there, you also do your usual routine getting ready for a game you were starting, Alexia still on your mind. When you saw her in her game fit you couldn't help but let your jaw drop. She was in fact wearing a very sexy look that you wanted to tear it off her right then and there. When she saw your reaction she couldn't help but smile. 

The game started out really well. You managed to score 2 goals in 10 minutes which earned you an embrace from your captain, and the team was dominating like usual. however , it would all turn at the 60 minutes when alexia falls on the ground. You weren't far away from her when it happened so you ran as soon as you saw her ignoring the play happening. You knelt as soon as you got there and heard her say “ Joder, joder, no joder mi rodilla, no otra vez.” you understood that she was cursing about her knee. 

You then get the hai out of her face and tell her to calm down. “ Dulce bebé, todo estará bien.” you comfort her. 

You didn't hear the whistle blow, still in your bubble with Alexia when Parti urged you up to leave space for the medical team. You were shaking with fear for Alexia but the play resumed. She was the only thing on your mind for the next 10 minutes you were on the field before Jona subbed you out. 

You made an excuse for needing ice from the locker room so that you can go in and see alexia. 

Once you got there, she was laying on the physio bed alone and her knee was bandaged up.  “ ohh my sweet baby” you say to her when you see the tears i n her eyes. You go to her cup her face and kiss her lips and her red cheeks gently. 

“ It's gonna be fine mi amor.” you add but she is still silent. “ Can I stay with you?” you ask. “ Look, Jona is pretty upset about me re-injuring my knee. I don't want him to blame you or anything so it is best to keep our relationship a secret for now.” she says breaking what was left of your heart. You get up and leave immediately not wanting her to see you cry. You try and collect yourself before heading out to the field again. 

You keep your head down, meet the fans and shake the hands of the players. 

When you get to the locker room you change quickly and head to your car without saying goodby to anybody which they would later find weird. 

You cry the whole way to your house “ she is ashamed of me.” you say quietly between sobs. When you get home you go directly to your bed and fall asleep wanting this day to end. 

You wake up at 4 am and check our phone to find a text from alexia “ estrella i am just trying to protect you.” 

“ thank you capi.” you respond and shut your phone again. You didn't realize how much you felt for Alexia until you saw her down on the field,  an image that would haunt you.  

The next morning you got a message from the group chat that said that alexia was injured and needed another surgery. So you text her wishing her good luck and that you were thinking of her but she was radio silent. 

The following days were grim for you. You felt bad waking up and even worse going to training. All you thought about was how Alexia was doing. You were getting regular updates through the group chat but wanted to hold and sooth her knowing how badly she felt. You wanted to kiss  her and be with her but you couldn't since patri was at her house and a few medical staff members too. 

You were bad at training, you didn't sleep well or eat well and your negative state was obvious to the entire team. 

“ chica what’s wrong?” asked aitana one day after training. As soon as she put her hand on your back you broke down and started crying. You didn't realize how touch starved you were and how much you needed to be comforted. 

“ You need to talk to me right now.”  ordered aitana after you came down. 

“ I caused alexia’s injury.” you declare looking at the ground. 

“ We started dating a few weeks ago and we went on a date the day before. I think I distracted her and caused her injury. I just want to be there for her and love her but we are a secret so I can't.” when you verbalized  your feelings you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

“ re-injuries happen when you had an ACL it's not your fault estrella . if you want to go see the captain a can arrange that.” 

You look at her in shock before she says “ go get ready i go do some phone calls. “ 

When you park in front of her apartment, nerves settle in your stomach but you push through, go to her door and open it with the keys patri left under the mat. 

You enter as quietly as possible. When you set your gaze on her form you feel relieved. She was laying on the couch watching tv with her knee propped up on a pillow. 

When you see each other she smiles and you tear up. 

“ oh my god i missed you so much.” she says when you reach her. “ Amor, why are you crying?” she adds. 

“ I missed you.” you respond before meeting her soft lips. “ I was  so worried.” you say before she cuts you off. 

“ I know aitana told me. Amor, you didn't cause anything and I am sorry for pushing you away.” 

“ te amo” she added. “ I love you too” you respond before kissing her again. 

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Sod’s Law

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader Summary: For some reason bad luck followed you everywhere but it did lead to something special happening. Warnings: bad language WC: 871

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The fundamental principle of Sod’s Law states: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. That statement could not have been more true than the day you met Lando.

Montréal 2023

“That is what happens when you choose the cheapest hotel. Honestly, you should have just stayed with us.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear just to glare at it, not that Hayley could see the daggers you were mentally sending her. Huffing indignantly, you tucked the device back between your shoulder and ear.

“It took all my savings just to get here, I couldn’t exactly afford the Four fucking Seasons.”

“It’s a Best Western, thank you very much,” she replied with an equal level of sass. “You really did have a bad sleep, didn’t you?”

“To have a bad sleep requires actually getting to sleep. I’ll call you when I get to the track, I’m almost at the bus stop now.”

“Alright, stay safe, love you.”

“You too-oomph,” you slammed into a figure that had rushed out of the actual Four Seasons hotel and fell down on your ass, wearing the coffee that was meant to perk you up.

“Un-fucking-believable. This is just perfect.” You were ranting as you shook your hands free of the hot liquid scalding them but you didn’t care, it wasn’t like your day could get any worse.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t see you there,” a British man apologised and you looked up from the brown mess that was once your white shirt.

Your jaw dropped as you saw who it was holding his hand out to help you up. You might as well have been a fish for how you looked, opening and closing your mouth without being able to actually formulate words. “Uh. You, your Lando.”

“And you are?” he asked as he wiggled his fingers for you to take.

The many spoonfuls of sugar in the coffee had left a sticky residue on your hand and he wrinkled his nose at the feeling when he pulled you to your feet. “I’m sorry.”

“Was my fault,” he shrugged, wiping his hand on his jeans.

“Trust me, it wasn’t. I have the worst luck in the world. My luck is so bad that when my mother went to smudge me with sage, she singed my hair.”

His brows pinched together in confusion. “I don’t know what that means but I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“My shirt would say otherwise,” you said with a sigh, knowing there wasn’t enough time to return to the hotel and change. If you did that then you would miss the bus and with your luck it would snowball until you missed the entire race.

“I feel terrible for ruining your outfit,” he said sincerely and looked to the man accompanying him who just nodded. “How about you come with us and I can get you some McLaren merch? It’s the least I can do.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You desperately wanted to accept his offer but you feared what would happen. “Bad things happen around me and I would really like to see you win.”

Lando laughed and placed a hand on your back as he guided you to a SUV that a valet had brought around. “I don’t believe that.”

“We’ll see who’s laughing, just wait.”

—

“I’m not unsportsmanlike, I don’t understand it.”

You winced as you watched the post-race interview from McLaren’s hospitality and slunk deeper into your seat. You felt like an imposter with the VIP paddock pass hanging around your neck but thankfully no one really paid you any mind.

As promised, Lando had found you a papaya orange shirt and hoodie to change into before going to do his own thing. He’d said he would see you later but you still weren’t sure if it was in the literal sense or just a casual goodbye. So you ended up loitering around just in case.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” Lando said as he fell heavily into the empty seat beside you.

Your head fell and you fidgeted with a bracelet on your wrist as you tried to hold back the tears of embarrassment welling in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I did warn you.”

“Hey,” he whispered softly, his finger curling under your chin to lift it back up. “I’m joking.”

“I’m not. It’s been like this my whole life. If something can go wrong, rest assured it will.”

Lando rose to his feet and held his hand out. You sighed quietly and started to pull the VIP pass as he came to his senses but he laughed and shook his head. “Your hand.”

You were beyond confused as you placed your palm in his and let him pull you to your feet. “Why?”

“Your luck is about to change, and I’m going to prove it.”

You chewed your lip hesitantly but eventually nodded, earning a warm smile that lit up his face. “But nothing dangerous. I’m not risking a parachute malfunction or engine failure.”

He held up his little finger and wiggled it. “Pinky promise.”

You hooked your finger with his and felt a spark flicker to life within you. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope after all.

[jeonlicious]

UNHOLY ; jeongguk

pairing: jungkook x camgirl!reader

synopsis: “Aww, got you hard already?” — “Been hard since the end of your stream.”

genre: smut

warnings: squirting, overstimulation, teasing (like a lot), switch!jk and switch!reader, jungkook’s duality (yes. that has it’s own warning), tears of pleasure, interactive sex toy

word count: 1,9k

author’s note: finally!! it’s finished and it’s ready to be posted!! i hope you’ll like it 🫶🏻 (english is not my first language)

Should he open it?

What could possibly happend if he did, right?

Well let’s see.

He clicked the on the message and his jaw almost dropped to he ground.

Your phone number!?

No fucking way. You gave him your number! But why?

He didn’t even have time to think about the message when he noticed the little note that was attached to it. He read the note that said: ‘call me’. With a winking emoji

So he did.

He waited. For one minute, then two, then five. When he thought you were just making a fool of him and wanted to hang up on you, you suddenly appeared on his laptop screen.

You were wrapped in a towel and your hair was in a messy bun. Fresh out of the shower.

Fuck.

“Hey, Gukkie.” You said in the most seductive way possible. You were smirking in the camera looking and him up and down. He looked so fucking cute! With his big eyes staring at you and his lips slightly parted. You simply couldn’t believe that he was the man that was texting those sinful messages in your chat.

He gulped at the nickname, his palms started to get sweaty and his cock grew hard again. “Hi,” Was all he said, almost whispering. He looked so fucked out, his forehead still sweaty from the intense orgasm and his pupils were blown out. Truly a sight to look at.

You almost felt sorry for him, only if you could be there for him. Jerk him off, make him cum, make him feel so fucking good.

But that’s for a another time.

Now you have to focus on the present, on him.

“Don’t be nervous sweetheart.” You cooed leaning closer to the camera, giving him a peek into your cleavage. Which was still wet from the shower. His eyes widened and you saw his figure stiffen. Poor boy didn’t know what to do.

“Tell me Gukkie, what do you want hm?” You pleaded looking at him. He bit his lip wanting to say something but then shook his head. “I-I want you,” He whined, his hand slowly came to his cock, pumping himself teasingly slow.

“Aww, got you hard already?”

“Been hard since the end of your stream.”

You appreciated the honesty, other men you had would deny such a thing, playing hard to get or some dumb shit like that.

But Jeongguk was different.

He may look like a lost puppy right now but something in those eyes of his told you that if you were with him right now he would fuck you till the sunrise. At which you wouldn’t be mad about that at all quite the opposite you would love that.

You let your hair down and when your hand brushed against the towel it slipped down a little, but still was high enough for your gorgeous tits. You could see him hold his breath, even the slight movement of his hand! He was probably thinking about how slick he is, but no. You could see right through him.

“Does that feel good baby? Your hand around your cock? Fucking yourself?” You chuckled playing with the hem of the towel. “Y-Yeah so good,” He moaned throwing his head back.

“Stop.”

“Huh?”

“I said stop.”

His hand stopped immediately. How cute of him, listening to your every demand. "Wait right here okay?" He nodded and waited patiently.

You turned off your camera and muted your mic.

What?

He looked at the screen confused, wondering what could you be doing. His cock was still throbbing in his hand, angry red tip looking right at him. For how long does he have to wait again?

Oh, you didn't say. Great.

Now he was stuck here, horny. And you were nowhere to be seen. "Where the fuck did she go?" He whined again. Lying back and making himself more comfortable on the bed.

You on the other hand were panicking. You didn't prepare anything. Anything! Just as you were about to wash your hair he called. Talk about great timing.

Well, how could he know that you were showering? He doesn't live with you! You mentally scolded yourself. But now is not the time for that.

You had the hottest man waiting for you and you were panicking in your bedroom.

Okay, Y/n think quick. Would he mind if you were just in your silk nightgown? No, right? Right?!

You quickly went to your wardrobe and picked your red nightgown. That was only used for special occasions, like this one.

Perfect!

You put it on and on the way to your phone, you tried to fix the mess on your head called hair. When you took your phone in your hand you let out a big sigh of happiness. Thank fuck! He's still on the call. God is on your side today.

"Sorry, baby I had to do something" You turned on your camera and apologized. His eyes immediately looked at your figure, scanning you up and down. Then he looked behind you. He quickly noticed that you were in a different room in your bedroom where you filmed all your live streams.

Your bed was decorated with pink silky sheets and heart pillows, it suited you. Perfect princess bed for the most perfect princess. You noticed his eyes wandering behind you, looking behind you, then you noticed that your bed was in the frame. Oh, now it makes sense.

"Gukkie you here?" You smiled catching his attention. His eyes quickly found yours, getting lost in their beautiful color of them. Your eyes were so pretty, he loved them just like everything about you.

“Y-Yes I’m here,” He breathlessly said. Oh, how could he look so cute! “You think I’m cute?” He chuckled, smirking at you. Fuck, did you really say it out loud? Good job Y/n.

His innocent gaze was quickly replaced with something different, lust and hunger. Now, that kind of duality was hot. Hot as fuck.

“What do you think Jeonggukie? Hm?” You teased. Ha! Two can play that game. But only one can win.

“I think that if you were here with me right now I would fuck you as you deserve.” He confidently said, leaning closer to the camera slightly showing you his tattoed arm. Damn.

Who knew that the cute and innocent Jeon Jeongguk was such a flirt? Making you wet just by his words.

“And how do I deserve to be fucked?” You smiled playing with the strap of your nightgown.

“Like a slut.”

You looked at him, lips parted. The shock was visible on your face. You may or may not have an account where you posed and looked a like a total slut but you sure weren't one.

But for him.

You wouldn’t mind being a slut for him. Just one look at those delicious lips and sexy strong arms and you're on your knees. Giving him the blowjob of his life.

“Aw Gukkie, I would love that but, that’s not possible right now.” You pouted, letting the strap fall down your arm. His eyes darkened, and you swear you saw him clench his jaw. “Then let me make you cum just by my voice.”

“But I wanna see you too” You played with the second strap, fluttering your eyelashes at him. How could he resist you? Of course you can see him, all of him if you want to.

“Fine pretty you're the boss.” He sighed in defeat letting you take over.

Looks like you’ve won.

“Alright Gukk, position your laptop right, so I can see all of you,” You said and he immediately grabbed the screen and pulled it a little lower. He was quick with it. Positioning his laptop in a way where you could see his cute face and also his delicious dick.

“Looks like someone’s excited.” You smirked also adjusting your camera so he could see you. His eyes went to your tits, looking at the way your nipples hardened under the silk material. “Take it off, please.”

“Damn.”

“What Gukkie? Never seen a pair of tits?” You snickered when you saw his hungry gaze. He looked like he was in some kind of trance, all because of your tits. What’s he gonna do when he sees your pussy?

“You're so fucking hot.” He breathed, wrapping his hand around his cock again, you could see how it quickly hardened under his touch, almost too quickly. Poor Jeongguk, he’d been neglecting it for so long, he deserves a release.

You laid down on your bed and opened your legs for him, revealing your bare pussy which was now glistening with arousal, waiting to be fucked. “You're going to be the death of me,” He whined and threw his head back in pleasure, enjoying the movements of his hand and also the sight in front of him.

“Okay but let me make you cum first,” You chuckled and reached for your pink friend who was plugged into the charger. You quickly took it out and turned it on, the highest setting startled you a little. You reached for your phone to send Jeongguk a link to the app.

“Install it, baby, have your way with me,” You smiled and waited. In a few minutes, you felt a slight vibration against your palm. “Felt it?” He shyly asked.

“Hmmh” You breathed and dragged the vibrator down your body until it reached your clit. You expected Jeongguk to rapidly move his fingers against the screen of his phone but he didn’t, instead his fingers glided on the screen slowly and sensationally

“Does that feel good?” He asked, his hand doing quicker movements. He liked this, making himself feel good but also making you feel good. He felt some strange comfort in it.

“Gukkie!”

His bubble of thoughts bursted and his eyes searched for you. Your brows were furrowed and your thighs were shaking slightly. That's when he noticed that he was holding onto his phone screen for too long. He quickly put his hand away and look at you with an apologetic face.

“No, don’t stop. It felt so good. Please, please don’t stop.” You looked at him, then at his cock. He was about to climax soon and you were too. He can't leave you just like that.

You felt the familiar vibrations fast, very fast, and intense. Your eyes rolled back and you repeated his name like a mantra.

Jeongguk’s breath also got heavier and his cock started leaking little beads of cum.

At first it felt like you were entering heaven, white spots and stars were in your vision and you heard soft moans and cries of pleasure in the background.

You opened your eyes and noticed that your camera was soaked. Little droplets of your arousal were dripping from it. Then you noticed Jeongguk, he was breathless and you noticed the little tears that have stained his cheeks.

You both came together.

“Hey Koo, you alright?” You asked sitting in front of your camera looking at the display and seeing the adorable bunny. “I’m better than alright pretty” He smirked.

And his flirty persona was back again.

Just as you were about to take things further you heard knocking on your front door. You weren’t expecting anyone.

Oh.

It was the fucking pizza delivery guy, you totally forgot you ordered pizza for dinner tonight.

“Sorry, baby I gotta take it, talk to you soon hm?” You smiled and blew him a kiss.

The call ended.

And so did the amazing session you two had.

© 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 2023. All rights reserved.

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[sinofwriting]

Fans and Press - Oscar Piastri

Words: 776 Summary: Oscar finds out from a reporter that his girlfriend was spotted at a hospital. Note(s): Did a poll to see if people would want this and it was a majority yes. Also based on me having to get an MRI earlier today. Already got the results back, but have to wait for my doctor to call to discuss, but it’s looking like I’m getting surgery. Wish me luck!

Taglist | Masterlist

Oscar could feel his jaw twitch. He hated having to deal with media after DNFing. It was all part of the job, but it wasn’t his favorite. Though media duties in general weren’t his favorite thing.

He nods along to what the reporter from Sky Sports is saying to him, wiping a hand over his forehead, just wishing to get through debrief and sit in his driver's room. Call his girlfriend back, knowing she’ll have already seen the results and called him.

The sound of her name snaps him out of thoughts. Reporters had never brought her up. They were the definition of private not secret. “What?” “Your girlfriend,” the reporter repeats. “Was spotted at the hospital by a fan. Apparently getting an MRI. Is her visiting the hospital possibly the reason for what happened today?” His jaw nearly drops, disbelief and concern wanting to show on his face, but he just shakes his head. “What happened today was unfortunate. But it had nothing to do with personal things going on.” and before he can stop himself, media training disappearing for a moment. “Besides can’t be the reason If I didn’t know that was happening.” He winces immediately after making the comment, at the way the reporter's eyes widen, and he’s thankful when he’s pulled away by his press officer.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes immediately, as soon as they are away from the media. She shakes her head, “That was mild and easily dealt with. Call your girlfriend, write a report of what happened today and get out of here. A full debrief will happen when you go back to Woking for testing.” He wants to question it, the whole thing sounding too good to be true, but he couldn’t risk it being taken away. Not when concern is taking over his whole being now that he’s in private.

He rushes to his driver's room, striping out of his race suit and fire proofs as he dials her number.

She picks up after three rings, “Oscar, baby, I-“ He cuts her off before she can continue. “Are you okay? Is everything alright?” “What? Oscar, are you okay?” “A reporter told me that someone saw you at a hospital. Getting a scan.” He holds his breath as he waits for her to answer, hoping that it’s not true. That the fan was just mistaken. “Oh,” the quiet response tells him all he needs to know and he’s never been more thankful that he's not a messy guy, his suitcase already packed sitting by the door. With a pair of socks, underwear, sweatpants, and hoodie sitting on his couch ready for him to put on.

“What happened?” “Oscar, maybe we should wait until your home.” The usual warm feeling of her calling his apartment, well their apartment, home isn’t there. There’s just dread sitting heavy in his stomach. “I want to know now.” “You won’t be able to sit through debrief if I tell you now.” “I don’t have a debrief. I got told to call you, do a report and get to you and that’s what I’m doing.”

There’s silence for a moment and then she sighs.

“Don’t be mad.” He says her name, already not liking where this is going. “I’ve been having some pain for the past few months.” “What?” He nearly shouts. Pulling his phone away from his ear he puts on speaker before googling flights and pulling on the clothes he set out earlier. Hoping there will be something sooner than tomorrow afternoon. “It’s not anything too serious. I just,” she stops and he stops searching, anger and hurt simmering inside of him. “I should have told you.” He’s silent, but resumes his searching. Clicking on a flight that leaves in three hours and thankfully doesn’t have any connectors. “The doctor thinks it’s a muscle tear.” He takes a sharp breath. “If that is what it is, I’ll have to get surgery. It all depends on what imaging says.” “I thought muscle tears could heal on their own.” “They can. But if they are going to heal on their own they do it within two to four weeks. It’s been longer than that for me.”

“Are you okay?” He asks. “Are you in pain?” “I’m alright, baby. Promise. They gave me some muscle relaxers, they help.” “But you are in pain.” “Only when I do certain things. But it’s nothing I can’t handle.” “Darling,” he says pained. “I’m okay, Os. I promise. My doctor will call me sometime tomorrow with the results.” “I’m coming home now. There’s a flight that leaves in three hours.” His voice turns soft, “I’ll be home soon.” “Okay,” she pauses. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

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Tagging: @gemofthenight

[ellebakers]

☆ Too bad | Part two (+18)

Ethan Landry x reader

PREVIOUS

Warning(s) : sex, mention of death, blood.

You were sleeping peacefully when the ringing of your phone woke you up. Eyes half-closed, you groped your bedside table looking for your cell phone, once in hand, you unlocked it and saw three messages from Bradley.

"I'm breaking up with you. The sex was good but that's it, I'm getting tired of you. Bye."

Without even realizing it, you sat against your headboard. You were shocked, a lot of emotions were going through you, sadness, fear, hate, a lot of hate.

"Are you serious ?"

Read. That asshole had the audacity not to answer. You screamed in anger and threw your phone on your bed. Tears rolled down your cheeks, having heard your cry, your roommates, Tara and Sam, rushed into your room.

The eldest of the Carpenters held a knife in her hand, after all, Ghostface was back, but seeing you cry, she dropped her gun and rushed to hug you. Tara picked up your phone and looked over the conversation with Bradley.

"Shhh, breathe and tell me what's going on." Sam stroked your hair as, unable to speak, you clutched her sweater for fear of falling. Tara stroked your thigh and showed Sam your phone.

The two sisters looked at each other with hatred towards your, now ex-boyfriend. But right now their priority was you.

They spent the rest of the night with you, you finally managed to fall asleep in the morning after crying all the tears in your body for an asshole.

If only you knew the truth. The truth is that Ethan had sent this message from Bradley's phone after putting his body in the trunk of his father's car, and after cleaning the apartment from top to bottom to leave no trace of blood.

To say Wayne was upset was an understatement. He was standing against his police car hidden in an alley as Ethan stripped down to the Ghostface costume. "Holy shit Ethan. That wasn't part of the plan."

The brunette put on his denim jacket and rolled his eyes.

"I know, but that guy was an asshole and he was investigating me. Eventually he would have found out that I'm related to Richie."

Wayne crossed his arms and sighed. "Did you do it to save your ass, or did you do it for Y/n ?"

Ethan avoided his father's gaze, which made the old man laugh. "I knew it! Shit. Look, I know what it is, I was young too. So if you want some good advice, fuck her and then. Kill her." The boy clenched his jaw. "I know you like her, but she's responsible for Richie's death just as much as Sam and the others."

Wayne put his hands on his son's shoulders. "I know it's hard, but we can't kill them all but her."

Ethan nodded at his father and the man smiled, satisfied. "I'll fix this little problem, you go take a shower and take care of Y/n."

..

You were sitting on your bed, trying to distract yourself by sorting through your emails when Ethan knocked on your bedroom door.

He came in and sat down next to you. "How do you feel ?"

Without looking up from your screen, you sighed. "I'm doing well."

Ethan carefully closed your computer. "Y/n, you can talk to me."

"What do you want me to tell you ? I've been feeling like shit ever since my boyfriend blew me off like an old sock, moreover, via text. Do I feel like I've been taken for a bitch ? Yes. Am I in pain ? Yes. Do I dream of killing him ? Absolutely fucking yes."

Ethan bit his lip to keep himself from smiling when he heard you mention Bradley's murder.

"Do you realize?! Six months of faking orgasms because I loved him. Six less whores waiting for him to go away and make me cum on my own, just because I loved him."

Hearing you say you did it all out of love for Bradley was driving him crazy. How could you love a guy like that when you could have him.

Ethan put a hand on your bare thigh, since you were in shorts, and made little circles with his thumb. Feeling his skin on yours made you look up at your best friend.

"You deserve better." You didn't know why but you were getting closer and closer to his lips as he spoke. "You deserve someone who treats you like the goddess you are."

"Ethan." You whispered as your lips were inches apart. He put his hands in your neck. "Let me be that person." And he crushed his lips on you. The kiss felt like fireworks as he laid you under him. Instinctively you spread your thighs and he took this opportunity to rub his pelvis between your legs which made you moan.

He detached himself from your lips to attack your neck, alternating between biting and sucking lightly.

He slipped one of his hands into your shorts and applied pressure to your clit through your panties. You closed your eyes and threw your head back with your mouth open.

"I barely touched you and you're already wet."

You bit your lip as he inserted one finger inside you, then two. You rippled your pelvis moaning. "You have no idea how many times I imagined us like that." He had you at his mercy, and he loved it. At this point you couldn't take it anymore, you felt the orgasm approaching so quickly that it made you ashamed. As if Ethan felt it too, he pulled his fingers out and ripped off your shorts and panties. He parted your thighs and pulled you to him. He rubbed his erection against you, only to make you wet even more.

"You feel that. It's the state you leave me in all the time."

He put his hand around your throat and squeezed lightly, and that simple gesture could have made you cum. The last six months the sex with Bradley was good, but it had never been bestial with you, and that's what you were looking for. To think that your best friend, the nice, shy Ethan, was making you wet like never before, you would never have believed it if someone had told you. Without wasting time he turned you around, leaving you on all fours. As you were about to ask him what he was waiting for, he spread your legs even more, and without warning, he slipped under you, and with a gesture he drew your pussy to his mouth.

You started to lose your balance but quickly clung to your headboard.

It took you a while before you came to your senses, once you celebrated, you put your hand between your legs to stroke Ethan's hair, who was doing the maneuvers with his tongue. Sucking, licking, up and down, in circles. Your moans grew louder and louder as you rocked your pelvis against his face. Ethan reached under your top and pinched your already rock hard nipples.

"Ethan...shit, I'm going to cum."

Without realizing it, you had Ethan lift you up and put you back on your back. He stood up and scanned the room with his eyes. You growled and pointed a threatening index finger at him. "If you don't make me cum I'll-" You didn't have time to finish your sentence as Ethan grabbed your arm and led you to your office. Suddenly, he knocked over everything that was on it and he laid you on top.

He lowered his pants and his boxers and without even giving you time to touch or even see his member, he penetrated you violently, snatching a pornographic cry from you.

There was nothing romantic about it, he was just fucking you and god did you like it.

He continued to make you come and go in you, more and more strongly. Tears were running down your cheeks, the feeling was so good. "Ethan, fuck me harder."

The boy smiled devilishly at you and withdrew from you. He picked you up, you turned, belly against the desk. He put his jeans belt around your neck and took a handful of your hair in his hand, then, unlike the first time, he penetrated you millimeter by millimeter, making you writhe with pleasure. He approached your ear and licked it.

"You want me to fuck you like I imagined ?"

"It depends, were you fucking me hard ?"

He laughed and put his mouth to your ear. "More than you think." You pressed your ass against him and moaned, motioning him to move.

With a bang he started, then his punches got faster and faster and harder. He tugged on your hair, and on the belt.

There was a reason you put your office here, it was the breathtaking view of New York. And that's what you saw as your best friend brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

"I want all of New York to see me fucking you." And with that, you cum on his cock that you felt since he hadn't put on a condom. It was bigger than Bradley's, much bigger.

You were trying to catch your breath but Ethan hadn't come and he kept moving. You already felt a second orgasm approaching. "Ethan, stop it, I'll-" But you didn't have time to finish, your second orgasm came over you at the same time as Ethan. Your best friend gently lay on top of you, out of breath. He took off the belt which had left a pretty red mark on your neck.

He helped you up, then he accompanied you to the bathroom, but his behavior was strange. As if he were someone else. You paid no attention and took a shower. Once clean, you put on your pajamas and got out of the shower, you took your phone and smiled when you saw a message from Tara.

"I understand you and Ethan are busy. Chad and I will come a little later. Please tell me when you're done."

When you had just sent him your answer, you approached Ethan who had his back turned towards you in the kitchen. "You regret ?"

You asked worried, because you didn't regret it. You saw him shake his head. "I don't regret having slept with you, I just regret what I'm going to have to do." You frown and laugh nervously. "What are you talking about ?"

He turned and you gasped as a hot sensation scorched your stomach. You looked down and saw Ethan's hand holding the knife he had just stuck in your stomach.

He pulled it out, which hurt you even more and you fell to the ground. He ran his hand through his hair, crying. "I'm sorry, but I had to do it. I had to kill Bradley, I didn't think I had to kill you but my father ordered me to."

With what little strength you had left, you rolled onto your stomach and tried to slide to the front door.

Ethan got on top of you and gently turned you onto your back. "I love you Y/n. I didn't think I would fall in love with you, but I did. I'm so sorry, I hope you forgive me."

He put his knife in your hand and whispered to you. "Tell him you killed me, it was self-defense and then leave this town please." Then, he clasped your hand on the handle of the knife with his own and he aimed the blade straight into his throat. He spat blood, and fell on you. Too tired and shocked, you didn't try to push his body. You closed your eyes and prayed it was all just a bad dream.

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"Seeing Is Believing"

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MDNI

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John 'Soap' Mactavish x F!Reader

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Dialogue Prompts: 31 & 35 & 25

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Warnings: Reader Gets Cheated On (Not By Soap), Friends to Lovers, Hurt + Comfort

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It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to end up sat alone at the bar, your so-called boyfriend leaving you by yourself... Said he had to take a call. You didn't question it much, simply raising your glass back up to your lips.

He hasn't even bothered to remember your favorite drink or ask what you wanted, simply ordering for you then disappearing in a flash. Your face scrunches at the unsatisfactory aftertaste this particular drink leaves in its wake, setting the glass back down you begin to wonder what's taking him so long. Slowly you rise to your feet and make your way out to where he went, your heart drops in an instant...

He's wrapped in the arms of some random redhead, a girl you've seen a few times before... Always reassured that she was simply a colleague and that was all, yet here they were making out. You couldn't even speak- couldn't confront them. You felt sick.

Feet quickly carry you away from the bustling environment, leaving the sounds of drunken rambling and yells far behind, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He had driven you here and there's no way you can walk all the way home in the dark by yourself, simply stopping and catching your breath outside a little store that's closed for the night.

You dig into your purse retrieving your phone, swiftly dialing the only person you know you can count on, shoving down the urge to cry... Not wanting to fall apart despite the burning in your chest.

Johnny immediately picked up when he saw your name flash across his screen, clicking answer he was about to enthusiastically respond- then he heard your voice.

"Johnny..."

"Aye, what's wrong? Ye sound upset."

"Just... Can you come and get me? I'll explain later... I'm outside the little store called Owl Flower Shop..."

"Already on my way."

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Even on the whole ride home he didn't ask any questions, he allowed you the space to speak when you were ready. It made his heart ache seeing that far off look in your eyes, the way you fidgeted even after entering his home. This place honestly was simply your second home at this point, many nights spent on your best friends couch watching movies.

"He cheated on me..."

You finally blurted out after Johnny returned from the kitchen with a glass of water for you, his blue eyes widen immediately.... It's like an instant fire was set in his chest.

"He bloody what?!"

You accept the glass of water, settling back against the cushions.

"Saw him kissing some other girl... Actually kissing is an understatement- they were trying to eat each other whole."

He doesn't hesitate to settle in beside you, arm draped over your shoulders to guide you closer to him. He's heated with rage but he holds it in- mostly. Focusing on comforting you instead, letting you sink into him and breathe in the familiar scent of oak, something a bit woodsy almost.

"Ye deserve so much more..."

He means it- the sincerity of it could make you melt, Scottish accent and rumbling voice reaching down to your soul. He rubs at your shoulder and you can feel a slight tenseness in him.

"You're angry."

It's just an observation- despite his best attempt at keeping calm, his mannerisms spoke absolute volumes... Plus, you've known him long enough to know that this probably had him boiling up inside.

"Aye, dinnae worry about it."

Your eyes search his face and you know Johnny well, despite your own heartbreak you try to lighten the mood, watching the way he sets his jaw and clenches a bit... So, you crack a joke that given the circumstances probably isn't the most appropriate- but when have either of you ever had good timing?

"You're so hot when you're mad."

You have to set your glass down on the coffee table after saying it, watching as the scotsman looks at you with a beyond stunned expression. You nervously swallow.

"I was just-"

"Ye think so?"

You can't help but squirm under the gaze of him, perhaps it wasn't entirely a joke after all.

"Uhh... Yeah."

"Well, I think yer a bonnie lass."

There's something heavy settling between the two of you, an awkward little laugh slipping past your lips in the face of being so very close to your dear friend.

"Yeah, right."

"Aye, I mean it."

You just can't bring yourself to look away, something setting ablaze inside you. Part of you screaming that it's wrong to look at your friend like this, especially after everything that's happened. The other part just going 'screw it'.

"Say it again..."

"Bonnie..."

He practically purrs out the word while leaning in close, something in him calling out for him to prove it to you, show you how much better you deserve. How wonderful you are inside out. He's always seen you as beautiful, flaws and all pulling him in yet he never dared to rock the boat... Now it's already been tipped over and you're both cast out to sea, desperately seeking out each other.

In a split second decision your hands reach up for his face, pulling him into a tender kiss finally feeling his lips on yours, his own flavor meeting your tongue and entirely erasing the aftertaste of that horrible drink from earlier.

Consumed by him entirely... If you had told your past self you'd end up in the arms of your handsome Scottish best friend- you wouldn't of believed yourself... Seeing Is Believing after all.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi!! I absolutely love your fanfics. I was wondering if you could do a Gideon (Gordon) x reader fic that’s kinda angsty to fluff? Maybe the reader and him were close, but he ended up leaving because of how successful G-Man studios was. Then, when Matthew humbled him, he realized that he never should have left?

Awh thank you! For this one, Reader is just replacing Julia more or less

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"Are you okay? That looked pretty rough.."

Blinking in surprise, Gordon gazed up at you for a brief moment, seeing the look of concern written all over your face. Yet he didn't have the courage to say anything, as he just sniffled and shook his head, trying to bite back tears.

He thought you were going to make fun of him..just like the rest of this stupid school did after he tried asking out one of the popular girls.

Finally, he had gotten such a burst of confidence, thinking his "fearless" nature was going to score him a date.

But that was all gone now.

He made a damn fool out of himself in front of everyone.

"I think this is yours, Gordon."

Looking back at you, he was shocked to see you kneeling down, the book dusted off and being handed over to him. He quickly snatched it back, cradling it to his chest. "Th-Thanks.." He mumbled. "I'm surprised you even know who I am in all honesty.."

"Well, we do share classes." You mentioned, smiling a little as you both stood up. "You know, they can laugh all they want. But I bet none of those jerks would have the balls to ask her out like you did. I'd say you're truly living up to the "fearless" title."

He was frozen in-place, unsure of what to say as you alluded to his shirt, which he bashfully covered with his oversized coat. When you footsteps walked past him, however, he spun around and saw you going to your locker.

He stumbled after you. "W-Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"You know my name, but I'm afraid yours has slipped by me. What was it again?"

"[Y/n]."

"[Y/n]...well..thank you for the kind words, [y/n]. I wish more people in this stupid school were like you." He tried mustering a smile, although at the moment he seemed self-conscious about his braces. "Would you...l-like to come by my place to study for that test we have tomorrow?"

"...damn it's tomorrow? I was working on a whole flash card set but I kinda fell behind and-"

"Oh I have my own set, too! Maybe we can exchange them and quiz each other!"

"Sounds good." You chuckled, entering your lock combination to grab your notebook. Once you shut the door, you glanced at him, smiling. "I'll catch you after school then, G-Man."

Gordon blinked, jaw-dropped in disbelief as you walked away from him. He just stood there, watching you vanish into the crowd of students on their way to their next class.

A few people whispered and giggled at the way he was staring at you, some even calling him a weirdo or creep.

But this time, he didn't pay them any mind.

You just gave him the coolest nickname ever.

G-Man..

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"Wait, the G-Man Empire has fallen, you said?"

"Yeah! Don't you ever watch the news? Apparently Matthew Patel is the new CEO!"

"...hah, I figured karma was gonna catch up to that son of a bitch sooner or later."

"Woah, [y/n]..that's kinda harsh. Didn't you go out with that guy and start on it together? I thought you'd be pissed off about it."

"Why would I be pissed off? He pushed me aside when it got successful and claimed he didn't have "time" for a relationship anymore. And it made me think "well shit, maybe it was never a real one to begin with...maybe he saw us as business partners and nothing more"."

"...damn, I didn't know all of that. My bad."

"No, it's..." Pausing, you held the phone away from your ear for a moment, taking a deep breath before you could get too upset. "Look, I'm over it. I'm not glazing over everything I might've done wrong..it was all him. He turned into a rich douchebag."

"Right, and now he's a broke douchebag." Your friend laughed. "Anyways, if I see him on the streets..I'll deck him in the face for ya, alright?"

"Thanks. Maybe I'll do that, too, if I happen to see him.." You joked as well, already feeling a bit better after ending the conversation, hanging up the phone.

With a small sigh, you turned back to the TV and put on some anime episode, relaxing as you focused more on the show and less on the rainstorm outside...

And Gideon.

But unfortunately for you, a name like that was hard to forget.

Especially as you once knew him as that aloof yet sweet nerd who used to hang out with you after school and on the weekends. Most of your days were spent either studying or watching anime while he explained every bit of lore under the sun.

Sure, highschool had its cringy moments, but other times it was great.

Gid--Gordon made up the best parts of it.

He was the first person you ever saw the Sparks(tm) with.

You two were close, graduating and going into college together, and ultimately helping him form the G-Man business from the ground up. He was inspired by that cool nickname you've given him in highschool, assuring you that you deserved all the credit.

At some point, however, he suddenly changed his name..apparently because he felt like "Gordon Goose" was dead to him.

You agreed that being addressed as "Mr. Goose" was one way to ensure he's never taken seriously, so you accepted his name-change to Gideon.

Then...even more about him began to change.

And soon you barely recognized the man you fell in love with.

As soon as he discovered something called "The Glow", his wealth skyrocketed, but he refused to let you in on what this little secret of his was. And he barely gave you his fair share of the earnings anymore.

It wasn't long before you got shoved aside, and he stayed up on his high horse alongside all the other millionaires and billionaires while you worked at your drastically lower-leveled job that was connected to his business empire.

Yep. His empire.

Not yours and his.

He didn't speak to you again unless it was through some random agent.

You were livid for the way he just left you in the dust, and right as you thought you couldn't hate him even more...

He went out with Ramona Flowers, got broken up with, and formed some bizarre group that apparently included her six other "evil" exes.

Oh, how furious you were.

Not at her, though. You felt terrible after she told you about how controlling he was, but it made you wish that you had a time machine so you could go back and warn her NOT to date that prick.

Or better yet..go back and stop him from turning into a prick.

Now according to your friend, Matthew Patel--Ramona's first ex--won the rights to all of Gideon's properties after a tough fight. But oddly enough nobody knew of his current whereabouts.

They emphasized the point that he was kicked out and not killed..

That made you wonder where he is and if he's-

'Wait..why do I suddenly feel sorry for him?' You blinked, before shaking your head and deciding to pause the episode, realizing you weren't even focusing on the story anymore.

Only that jerk.

Okay, so maybe a small part of you did miss him..and hoped that Gordon would come back. But you had a feeling things won't ever change nor return to what they used to be..

Deciding to clear your thoughts, you threw on your coat and opened the front door, stepping out onto your porch. You didn't go any further, as you simply wanted to take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the rain.

Of course it was windy, too, making the air feel chillier than it actually was.

Through the downpour, however, you could make out a figure that was seemingly limping down the sidewalk.

They were barely lit by the streetlamps, but your heart sunk into your stomach the moment you realized who that was exactly..

"G....Gideon..?"

Sure enough, it was him.

Gideon Graves. The rich asshole who now looked as though he was dragged through the mud several times in a row..completely disheveled with bruises on his face and tears in his usually pristine clothes.

Not to mention he seemed utterly defeated.

Upon hearing his name, he stopped and looked over, stunned to see that you were still living on this same street. "[Y/n].."

You scowled, the words you've exchanged with your friend from earlier coming back into your mind. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

"Please..don't remind me.." He rasped, his voice sounding so broken and tired.

"I think I will, actually. Now you know how I felt when you kicked me to the curb."

"...I'll admit it..that was a stupid thing for me to do. And I'm sorry.."

Blinking, you were surprised by his sudden apology. But your guard remained up, as you just huffed. "What? Just because you lost your big empire..you finally decide to grovel at my doorstep in the cold rain and apologize? Where was this last year? Two years ago?"

"........"

You sighed. As much as you despised seeing how sad and pathetic he was acting...it did tug on your heartstrings a little bit. You were starting to catch glimpses of that sweet kid you once knew..

"Gordon?"

He perked up. "Yes?"

"...I see. You haven't entirely killed your old self, then.." You quietly mused.

"You were right, [y/n]. I..I-I never should have left you." He took off his glasses as he sniffled and put them in his pocket, shivering. "I don't have any right coming here, but..I used the last of my money to catch a bus. Just to see the one person I still care about...and...hopefully cares for me, too.."

You blinked. "You...still care about me?"

"I know it didn't seem like it, but...I never stopped.." He mumbled. "I got greedy, ambitious...and lost sight of who really loved me. Now I'm back to where I was before.."

"And that is...?"

"..being a loser.." He was even quieter this time around. So much so, you barely heard him at all...although you knew what he said exactly.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I said...I'm back to being a loser."

You smirked. "One more time?"

"I said I'm a LOSER!!" Gordon snapped, tears finally streaking down his sunken cheeks as he scowled at you. His shout was hoarse, yet pained at the same time. "I-I'm a loser, okay?! A loser who doesn't deserve to grovel at your doorstep like this. A loser who should just lay down and die-''

Then he heard your small laughter and stopped his pity party, sniffling as he stared at you. "Wh-What's so funny?"

"You are a real loser for leaving me...but I'm just as much of a loser for wanting to let you back into my life.." Sighing, you shook your head before you grabbed the umbrella beside your door, opening it and heading down the steps.

He stared at you, now seeing that you two were standing under the umbrella together, totally sheltered from the rain.

Why were you doing this?

You looked at him. "You know, I thought about decking you in the face earlier..but I'll take you admitting you're in the wrong any day. Now let's get out of this rain."

A small whimper left his lips as he shuddered, practically clinging to you while you wrapped an arm around him, leading him back into your house.

In that moment, sparks flew, and Gordon realized he was finally seeing them at their strongest.

[maximumkillshot]

I Can't Lose You

Warnings: Ok... this is gonna be a long one. Cursing, Lying, pain really... as far as the eye can see. Panic attacks. There is also another warning that I really wanna give but it'll also give a big part away.

Pairing: ? xReader (Another spoiler come on!)

Characters: All of the Stray Kids, OC Soo, Reader

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Things started off small, a missed call here, and a late text there. Then, they started to get more sporadic… More suspicious. Most of all, it’s in his eyes. When he’d see the dinner made and packed in the fridge for him. The laundry and dishes done, you passed out on the couch, waiting for him to come home. You didn’t see it, but his face had guilt written all over it. 

You weren’t blind. You saw the lipstick on his collar, and the scent on his clothes. The times that you kept saying, “I know you’re busy” and pecking him on his lips, despite the perfume attacking your senses. 

You figured one of his sister idols hugged him, that’s how it transferred, yeah, that was a comfy thought. It even made complete sense since hugs were a must. 

It was your 3rd anniversary, you had everything planned. All that you asked of him was to show up at said place at said time. That’s quite literally it. You had been planning this for months, even going as far as talking his manager into giving him one weekend off… just one. You also asked him what you could do to make his life just slightly easier. 

Now here you are… alone… at said place at said time. Texting. Calling. No answer. 10 minutes turned into 20 minutes, 20 to 40, 40 to an hour and a half. You sit here on the verge of tears, calling the only person you could. 

“Hey Y/N why are you calling? Is everything okay?” Minho asked. 

“He never showed,” You started crying as you mindlessly picked the petals off of the roses on the table, staring at the card you had gotten him. 

“He’s your husband, what do you mean he didn’t show?!” He yelled. 

You heard in the background, “WHAT?!” there was no mistaking that voice, it was Changbin. 

Then you heard the phone being snatched. 

“Y/N where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

You gave him the address as you tried your best to breathe. You had taken a cab here and nothing is more awkward than breaking down in the back of an Uber. About 20 minutes later you heard Bin behind you. 

“Y/N?” He asked so gently like you’d break… But you already have.

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. “Your best friend’s been lying to me?”... No. You elected to just say, “I don’t know where to go.” because it’s true. You had no clue where to go. 

Binnie smiled at you. A sad, empathetic, whisper of a smile as he said “Let’s start with home, yeah?” He asked. 

You nodded, grabbed the card off of the table, and off you went. 

You had asked the guys to give you guys alone time in the dorm, so everyone was scattered through the city. Bin just happened to be at the Danceracha house when you called. 

You had no clue, but before Bin had even gotten in his car to get you. He texted everyone to meet at the 3Racha house, but NOT to go in before Bin made it to the house with you. He could tell by the look on your face that something was very wrong, and you’d need all of the support you could get. 

When everyone was there, you unlocked the door and Bin was the first to go in. Immediately his jaw dropped as he hung his head. When you came in you heard it.

Moaning… loud moaning. You looked at the floor near the front door, seeing a pair of heels you didn’t recognize. You welcomed the boys in with a pointer finger to your lips. Everyone quietly came in as you toed off your heels, eventually sitting on the couch.

You as well as the boys heard everything… The “I love you” s, the “Feel so much better than her” and finally the nail in the coffin, “I can’t wait to leave her.”

Everyone’s jaws were on the floor at what he was saying and at your reaction to them. You just stared at the wedding photo hanging on the mantle. The thought of losing the boys paralyzing you with fear. 

He continued, “never wanted her…only you… always you,” then, “m’close Baby.” You couldn’t even look at the boys. It wasn’t embarrassing, after all, you aren’t the one cheating on your husband with someone while he’s waiting to celebrate your anniversary.

You couldn’t look because of the overwhelming sadness. It was numbing, aching, sadness.

Another thing you could say is that you should’ve seen it coming. Some of his most popular songs have lyrics about someone else catching his eye.

You can hear his moans getting louder, that's a sign that he’s close so you put the card down, get up, and walk down the hallway. You look at the door that used to mean serenity and happiness, now colored a nauseating dark and gloomy gray.

You open the door and walk in. You see them, your husband and your best friend, writhing around on the bed as they both reach their highs together. You couldn’t find it in you to cry. Not even a little. 

Finally, your husband rolled off of her, giggling and enjoying the high.

The only one who noticed you were there was your best friend, Soo, who has been your friend since you moved here 6 years ago, so you could be closer to the boys. When she saw you, her face turned ghost-white… 

You just put your wedding band on the dresser drawer.

“Fuck you’re so much better than her.” he breathed out… When she didn’t respond, he opened his eyes. The pure chocolate orbs scanned you and wished, just like you, that this was a nightmare.

“Y/N/N” he breathed, you could see the weight on his shoulders as he threw his head back onto the pillow, putting his hands to his face, knowing that he was caught.

“Soo… you have 3 minutes to get dressed and to get the FUCK out of MY HOUSE…” You gritted your teeth as you threw her clothing at her.

As soon as she left you turned your full attention to your husband.

You calmly started changing clothes, taking off the skin-tight black dress that you knew would do something to him (Well thought you knew, rather). You didn’t face him as you changed, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your body. Halfway through pulling down the dress you grabbed a big sweatshirt and put it on, so when the rest of the dress slid off, He’d never see a thing. You put on sweatpants afterward. 

In your mind, you already know. The last time he will ever see your body was 3 days ago. When you both took a shower together. 

During all of this, he was frozen. You see, when your relationship started you told him, you don’t tolerate cheaters. He knows that and that you are pissed, and rightfully so, but he is also terrified of losing you. As a matter of fact, at this point, that is the only thing he is thinking about. He can’t lose you.

After you changed you started with, “How long?”

“Y/N/N I..”

“HOW LONG?” You barked. Your voice taking a stern and powerful tone.

“Physically, 2 months. Emotionally, almost a year.” His face fell.

“Do you remember what today is?” 

“What?”

“Do you remember what today is?” you asked in a docile tone as you took off your earrings, ones he had gotten for your first anniversary. 

He checked his phone and cursed under his breath, “Baby I--”

That was when you lost it, “YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME THAT! NOT AFTER YOU SAID IT OVER AND OVER TO HER WHILE YOU WERE FUCKING HER IN OUR BED! IN OUR HOME!”

You tried to stop it from boiling over, but you couldn’t help it when visceral sobs left your throat. You grabbed a duffel bag out of the corner of the room, trying to do your best not to completely collapse. 

“Y/N, what are you doing, talk to me.” He finally got up and put some sweats on. “I know you’re hurting.”

You yelled, “This is beyond hurt!…”, Then your voice cracked as your volume plummeted, sounding and looking so small as you continued, “You have no fucking idea what you just did.”

You started hyperventilating at the gravity of his shitty decisions and the effect it will have on your life. You needed to get away from him. You stumbled out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t even call out to Hannie, too close to passing out from hyperventilation. 

Hannie’s ears perked up, your raspy and rapid breathing meant that you were hyperventilating. The next second he’s running to you. 

“Hey hey hey Y/N/N. You need to breathe honey, come with me.” He immediately supported your body, halting all possibility of you diving face first into the floor if you do pass out. Then he essentially dragged you back to where you were sitting. 

You grabbed the card and held it to your chest as Han kneeled in between your legs. He was trying to get you to focus on your breathing and to focus on him, to ground yourself.

As much as you wanted to focus on Han, you couldn’t help but look at that damn photo on the mantle. You wanted that photo so badly to be true again.  You couldn’t help the sobs that came out of your mouth as you hugged the card to yourself. 

When your husband, Chan, finally made his way to the living room he saw everyone there and his face turned nearly colorless. Everyone stared at him except for Han and Bin, who were worried about you more than anything. 

“You don’t understand” and “he doesn’t understand” were all you could repeat as you wept. Rocking back and forth, because no one really could understand, the gravity of what he has been doing. 

Bin tried getting through to you by saying, “Help us understand Y/N/N.” You handed him the card as you continued sobbing, consumed by the sheer pain of what Chan’s done. 

Bin opened the card and his face went from confusion to rage-filled, his features reminding Han of hardened steel. Unwavering, strong, and in this case, pissed off. 

Bin tried to sound as calm as he could, for your sake, as he said, “Hannie, put together an overnight bag for Y/N, don’t forget anything. Innah, take her to my car… she needs to calm down if not we have to go to the hospital.”

As soon as he heard the car door slam, he went off.

“You know out of all of the people I could ever conceive doing this, you would be the last of them!”

“Bin” Chan tried to say something but Changbin cut him off.

“NO! YOU DON’T GET A SAY HERE, CHRIS! YOU FUCKED UP ROYALLY AND NOW YOU DESTROYED YOUR FAMILY!” Bin was visibly shaking with rage as he walked up to Chan. Tears were starting to form in his eyes.

LeeKnow looked visibly confused as he looked to Bin, “What are you talking about?”

Bin threw the content of the card at Chan’s feet. 

Chan looked at what the card had in it, it was unmistakable.

Bin sounded broken as he responded, “Y/N is pregnant.”.

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[bluhourz]

when he helps you

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"Fuck!" your yell attracted your boyfriend's attention immediately. His head snapped up and he turned to look in the direction of your voice.

You barely had time to really register what had happened when he appeared at your side. One hand placed on your shoulder and the other gently holding your bloodied hand.

"What happened?" he said, trying to see where the blood was coming from.

"Nothing, I just cut myself a bit," you mumbled, trying to move away from him. But before you could really move, he pulled you closer again.

"Let's rinse it under the water and I will bandage you up." Yeonjun didn't actually acknowledge your words. He was focused on getting you sorted first.

"Jun, I'm fine. Let me do it," you sighed as you tried pulling away again.

"Jagi, I'll help you. It looks like it hurts a lot," your boyfriend said with a pout on his lips.

"I said I can do it myself. You can go sit down again. Don't worry," you shrugged him off successfully this time and walked out towards the bathroom.

Yeonjun's jaw dropped a bit at your sharp tone. He wasn't used to you dismissing him like this. So he decided to follow you and headed off after you. Entering the bathroom, he saw you with a frown on your face as you held your hand under the water.

"Are you sure I can't help you?" he started softly, trying to gage your emotions.

"Yeonjun, I said I'm fine. Stop coddling me."

That was the last straw.

"I'm not coddling you, I'm just trying to help. I want to take care of you because I, you know, care about you," he said curtly before turning around and leaving the bathroom.

Your shoulders fell and you rest your hands on the edge of the sink. Why did you have to snap at him? He was really just trying to help. A big sigh left your mouth again and you finished cleaning your cut. Taking a bandage in your hand, you headed out to find Yeonjun.

A quick search later and quickly found him sitting on the couch scrolling through this phone. You slowly walked up to the couch and sat on the opposite side, facing him. He didn't acknowledge your presence. You must have pissed him off quite a bit.

"Jun-ah?" you tried, but didn't get any reaction from him.

Trying to keep a clear head, you looked down at your hands, "I'm sorry for how I spoke to you earlier. You didn't deserve that. You were only trying to help."

You could see he stopped scrolling, but he still didn't look at you. So you continued.

"I'm struggling to admit that I'm struggling," you chuckled humourlessly, angry at yourself for being like that. "I've always had to rely on just myself. I've gotten used to doing everything alone. But I have you now. Can you please help me?"

As you finish the question, you hand Yeonjun the bandage. A little sign you want to apologise for earlier. He stays silent as he takes it from your hand. Pursing his lips, he starts opening it and gently takes your hand into his.

"You know," he starts as he wraps one end of the bandage around your hand, "I really do love you. And it's not that I don't think you can't take care of yourself."

As Yeonjun pats down the last edge of the bandage, he looked up at you. Softly, he reached out to rub your cheek lovingly.

"I just get worried about you. My protective instincts kick in and I can't help myself."

You felt the tears well up in your eyes again, so you quickly moved to tuck your head under his chin and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"I love you Jun," you mumbled against him.

He rubbed your back comfortingly as he pulled you closer.

[poraphia]

First of all, I love your writing! Your style is amazing and your writing is the standard I aim for. Could you do a Wilbur x female reader where Wilbur and y/n are having a long distance relationship and y/n is having a very depressive, unhealthy episode so Wilbur decides to visit her while he’s on tour? You don’t have to do this if there are any problems with my request, thank you :)

"Don’t Tell My Boyfriend"

wilbur x depressed!reader 1355 words • 8.27.23 Decided to combine requests :) @ax-y10 requested something with the lyric "Don't tell my boyfriend, its not what he's made for" and then there's anon! Who was in fact super sweet I remember verbally aww'ing when I saw this in my inbox so thank you so much!! I hope you guys enjoy :) this is super unedited and I'm super sorry! Just trying to get back into writing again Wilbur soot masterlist here <-

"Don't tell my boyfriend. It's not what he's made for. What was I made for?"

♡♡♡

I love my boyfriend, I really do.

“(y/n), are you sure you don’t want to come to tomorrow night’s gig? We haven’t seen each other in so long, and I miss you so much..”

“I know, honey, it’s just I’m so caught up with work and I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to even come. I’m really sorry.”

But there are some lies here and there I have to slip out.

Wilbur sighed on the other side of the phone. I buried myself deeper into my pillow, hiding from the world with thick duvet covers.

“Okay, well… I’m getting off the plane right now. I guess I’ll call you tonight or something. I don’t know.” His words were laced with hurt and a sense of betrayal. I clenched my jaw to prevent the sobs aching in my throat.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you. I love you.” I mumbled.

“Love you too.” With that, he clicked off of the call. I dropped my phone onto the floor of my bedroom, sitting up to look around the mess of the room I’ve chosen to sulk in. It hasn’t been a good few days, or rather, weeks, recently. I lost my job, the appetite to even eat, to get up and go outside, hell, I don’t even remember the color of my carpet floor since it’s just a layer of clothes I’ve yet to wash.

Wilbur has been too busy on tour for us to regularly call and check in on each other, so it’s been better to keep quiet about what I’ve been going through. The last thing I wanted was for him to be all worried about me when he was supposed to be out there living his dreams as a famous musician playing for countries of many. Recently, he’s been touring in my country and he just landed near my hometown. For months we talked about seeing each other again, and how the distance has been treating us poorly. It ruined our sleep schedules sometimes, but it was all worth it just to spend a few hours together.

I clutched my pillows tightly, burying my face from the world around me. I disappointed Wilbur yet again. Just last month we were fantasizing about this moment.

“I wish I could spend a week in your hometown, love!” He sighed dreamily as he spun around his office chair. I giggled, working on an assignment while listening to the man rant.

“Oh, yeah? What’s so exciting about my hometown?” I asked. I glanced up to look at his webcam, as he stared with ecstatic eyes.

“Well, you, of course. But I wanna see where you grew up, the people, what kind of food you ate— The history! Oh my god, especially the history.” He exclaimed. I shook my head, amused by his antics.

“You’re adorable,” I mumbled.

“Hm?” He hummed, but it was obvious that he heard me with that slick smile.

“You know you are, you cheeky bitch.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I let the tears stain my pillowcase, letting the sobs agonizingly echo throughout my apartment. I had no energy, not even to love and support my boyfriend. Nothing made me more than feel like the biggest disappointment in his life. Slowly, I drifted to sleep with only the thoughts of Wilbur me shunning me after this occupying my mind. How the next time we’ll see each others faces, he’ll only have his eyebrows knitted closely together while avoiding all eye contact, fidgeting with his hands as he talked.

I’ve ruined this relationship, and I’m scared that I may ruin him too.

I was woken up by the sound of my door creaking open. Immediately I jumped up, clutching my blankets tight to my chest. I backed up against my bed’s headboard as I tried to make out the tall figure standing at my doorway. As my vision started to refocus, I noticed the familiar pattern of curls on the top of the figure’s head.

“W-Wilbur?” I meekly croaked.

The figure stepped forward. I turned to the side to turn on my lamp, and once I turned back around I finally saw his face. His gorgeous, gorgeous face here in front of me. He wore a puffy sweater with a button up underneath. His hair was a mess, and since he’s been traveling for a while he had a slight stuble. But was most noticable was that face of concern. That face that screamed “Oh my god, are you okay?” That face that looked around my room, and most likely my apartment, to see just how much of a mess I truly was.

“(y/n), oh sweetheart, I’m sorry I scared you…” He said, speaking softly as he cupped my cheeks. I placed my hands over his, staring deep into those forest brown eyes.

“I-I…” I was speechless. “H-How did you get in..?” I asked, tilting my head a little. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as they darted across the room. My embarassing state was finally revealed in person, and I felt nothing but shame.

“Remember when we were in call one time and you told me about that spare key you kept in the plant in front of your door?” He explained. He quickly took a hand away from my face to show the key. “I remember…” He smiled.

Fuck, that smile.

That damn smile.

I threw my arms around his neck, holding him tightly as I sobbed into his neck. His hands found themselves around my waist, holding me as close as I can as I let out weeks worth of pain in his embrace.

“It’s okay, (y/n), I got you, I got you I promise…” He whispered softly in my ear,

“I’m sorry—” I choked out. “—I’m so fucking sorry…”

“Why are you sorry, darling?” Wilbur asked. “There’s no reason to be sorry, I promise, sweetheart.” His sweet words pulled on my heartstrings like a puppeteer.

“I-I kept secrets from you. I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t know how you would take it…”

“My sweet girl..” He mumbled. He gently pulled himself off of me, examining my face such as my dark eyebags and chapped lips. “How about this, love. I get a warm bath started for you, and while you relax in the bath I’ll clean up your apartment then we can order food to eat together while watching your favorite show. How does that sound? Does that sound good?”

His features were soften and glowing under the warm light illuminating his face. I gave one more look around the room again. Dishes were scattered everywhere and pens and books were everywhere on my desk.

“You’re gonna clean my place..? That’ll take a while, and I don’t want you to be tired for your concert tomomrrow.” I worried. He shook his head.

“That’s not important to me. What’s more important is seeing you well taken care of. That’s what matters to me sweetheart. I could have a concert tonight and I would still drop it all for you.”

As if heaven sent me an angel, he gave me a smile almost as beautiful as Aphrodite’s as my heart ran marathons for the man before me. My hands that were behind his head twirled at his hair strands.

“Promise me, baby?” I asked gently.

“How about I show you instead?”

And with that, he picked me up bridal style, twirling me around before crashing his soft pink lips against mine. I hugged him as tight as my strength could muster, smiling into the kiss.

Despite some arguments in my brain, in the end I could really understand one thing about Wilbur.

This is what he was made for.

♡♡♡

a / n ~ I’m really sorry I’ve been slacking lately. I’m in college now! In the meantime, I’m gonna close requests for now until I feel ready again. Thank you sm for the support!

[muserryy]

TIE THE BOW

masterlist

"What kind of trend is this?" harry asks, voice laced with confusion while you tie the thin satin ribbon delicately around his tattooed arm. The short sleeves of his white tee pushed up to his shoulder, reveals more of his inked skin.

"not a trend," you reply. "But I saw some people on the internet doing it and I wanted you to try, at least for me." Taking a step back, you admire the ribbon around his arms. His tattoos make him look masculine but the pink ribbon adds a touch of femininity. It looks so pretty.

"Can I ever say no to you, darling?" his gaze meets yours with a sly grin playing on his lips. you flush.

"you can't even dare to!" you say as you drop your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss his nose. He smiles but before he could lift his arms to engulf you, you stop him by catching his arms. "Now, now! you'll have to flex your left arm when i tell you to, okay?"

"yes, ma'am." he replies, with a grin still plastered on his face as he bows down to you in a playful gesture of submission. you laugh, shaking your head as you move to place your phone on the top of your small bookshelf. you open and set the camera and adjust the angle and frame so it films harry.

"Alright, are you ready?" you ask him as he faces you at the same time. He raises his right hand thumb giving you his frog smile. oh his dimples! that could melt the heart of anyone.

you turn on the video recording as you count down from 3 to 1. On your "go", he lifts his left arm, flexing his bicep. He shows off his impressive muscles. oh the bump! your eyes capture the moment when ribbon tears off his arms effortlessly and lands on the floor. He seems a little surprised when it happens.

A second passes and you squeal with happiness, jumping like a child. "OH MY GOSH!" you clap your hands together.

He watches you with a frown on his face. "did you really want the ribbon to rip?"

"yess, that's the trend!!" He laughs as you say that, finding it adorable how happy you are about something so trivial.

"oh well then… I'm glad it did!" you grin and get in front of him, cupping his face as you smack your lips against his. This time you let him wrap his arms around your waist. you can't believe you really made him do this even though you know he'd have never said no to it.

A sweet little kiss but harder and you pull away. He keeps you flushed against his chest. "That was so hot! Can we do that again?" you whisper, running your palm up his arm as he squeezes you tighter. He gives you a slight smirk.

"emhm, no. It's your turn now." he glances at the laces, bows with half cut ribbons and ribbon rolls scattered out of the box on the bed. He replaces his hands, now beneath your t-shirt. He raises your t-shirt up, and taking the hint you let him take it off. your tee now hanging off the edge of your bed, leaving you in your crimson bralette.

He begins tying a ribbon around your tummy. you giggle. As he does this, he sits down on the bed. Now, his face levels with your chest. Once the ribbon is tied perfectly, he leans down and marks quick kisses on your tummy. Quiet giggles escape from your lips, finding the sensation amusing.

you lean over and take the few colourful hair pins from the same box where the ribbons are kept on the bed. He feels your fingers in his hair whilst he works on his art, feeling the click with the sound as you're done putting the first clip.

"heyy!" he feigns protest, but both of you giggle like kids. In the moment, by grabbing your waist he throws you on the bed. Your body bounces against the fluffy mattress as he claims the top position, making sure to pin you down.

"Let me put this in your hair please!" you request, knowing very well that he could never say no to you.

"hm?" he says as he gets lost in the heat and gets too busy suckling down your neck and up your jaw. his lips tickles your skin, making you tilt your head to the side.

he halts unexpectedly, his breathing slightly heavy as he stares down at you. your gaze moves and admires the way his side hair is pinned back, the pink pin adorning it that you put earlier. It looks absolutely adorable. his eyes trails down to your stomach where sits the perfect tied ribbon he did. you feel his fingers graze along your side waist again.

taking an opportunity, you clip another hairpin to the other side of his head which directs his attention back onto your face. you examine his hair. "you look so cute with these hairpins." his face flusters as you touch it, his dimples are in full display.

"just like a baby girl?" your heart flutters as the words escape from his pink lips that look so kissable right now. He remembers how you tease him by calling him "baby girl" every chance you get but this time he asked himself by calling himself that.

"just like a baby girl! i was about to say that." he breathes out a laugh, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. you're pressed under his strong body but he's like your teddy bear providing you the softest warmth.

your bodies stay entwined as you enjoy the silence and make small, silly talks. but things escalated from making out to a point where you gasp when he ties down your wrists together with the ribbons, making you accustomed to how he can switch from being a baby girl to a dom within seconds and minutes. A dom with hairpins in his hair.

The playful times and giggles go on. you both remain oblivious of video recording that is still on and how your romantic session is being recorded.

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[butter-cream33]

"Yeah... I hope so."

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader x Dean Winchester

SUMMARY: You're caught when hunting a vampire nest with Sam and Dean, but... They get there too late. You were hopeful... until you saw the reaper sitting in the back seat.

WORD & CHAR COUNT: 3,293 - 13,774

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader x Dean Winchester

TAGS: Blood / Death / Wounds

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while since I've uploaded! I hope you guys cry when reading this(but in a good way ,yk?).

 I could barely keep my eyes open. Everything was sore, and I was cold…

 We’d been hunting this vampire nest for two weeks. We thought we had it under control, that it was just a tiny, well-hidden nest that we could empty in one swoop. However, we couldn’t have been more wrong. Despite these vampires all looking young, they were very, very old. They were experienced, they were skilled, and they were smart. By the time I realized what we were really dealing with, it was too late.

 I had picked up my phone to call Sam and Dean, but just as they answered the phone, a rag was shoved against my mouth. It wasn’t long at all before I found myself losing consciousness.

 I’d been tied up in their nest for hours, my wrists bound together and keeping me suspended by a hook mounted on a beam.

 By now, my hands were numb. My feet were a few inches off of the ground, just enough to make me feel like this rope was going to rip my hands off. I had cuts and bites all over my body. Some of these wounds, they didn’t even use… They just hurt me for fun. They’d watch my blood drip on the floor only to laugh in my face. It took hours for me to finally get myself to stop crying. I didn’t want to give them a reaction anymore, despite how hard it was. It was so hard.

 I was stuck there for ages. I couldn’t tell how long, I just knew it was long enough for it to get dark, then light again… A whole night in this disgusting basement.

 Thankfully, they got… bored of me.

 They left the basement, now hanging out upstairs. I could hear them talking, but I wasn’t able to make out the words. All I could do was wait.

 But what was I waiting for?

 For Sam and Dean to bust in?

 Those vampires to come back?

 To bleed out?

I was wasting my time with the hopeful wish that they’d save me. I knew what was happening. My hands and feet had gone numb, my skin was white, and I felt cold. I felt so, so cold. My mouth was so dry and my lips were chapped and bleeding. They had almost bled me dry. All I could do now was stare at the bloody, dirty floor.

 I finally raised my head as I heard a loud crash upstairs. It was followed by shouting, a few gunshots, and more crashes.

 My eyes drooped, shutting for a few seconds. It was getting harder to keep them open. Although, my hope rose alongside the volume of the fighting upstairs. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hopeless about the possibility of Sam and Dean not showing up. They were here. We were going to be okay.

 “...S-Sam…!” I called out, but it was barely audible. My voice was raspy, nothing more than a coarse whisper.

 “Sam! D-De–” I burst into a coughing fit, splattering more blood on the floor. “Dean!”

 I could feel the tears start running down my face. The relief of their arrival washed over me, my chest aching as I sobbed their names.

 “Y/N!”

 I heard them calling from upstairs. It wasn’t much longer— I saw the door to the basement come flying down the stairs. They knocked it clean off of its hinges. Their boots made loud thuds against the wooden boards of the stairs, the two of them nearly toppling over each other to get down.

 “Y/N!” Sam shouted as he got to me first.

 I let out a heavy sigh of relief as his large hands cupped my face by my jaw, my head resting in his palms. I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing, giving him a weak smile through my tears. He pulled my eyelid up, checking me. I knew he was just checking to see if I was turning— but I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. Dean raised his knife, cutting the rope on my wrists. I dropped, but Sam quickly caught me.

 “The hell are we waiting for? Let’s fucking go–” Dean barked the order, gesturing for us to get out. “–She needs a damn hospital.”

 Both of their faces twisted with worry as I groaned in pain, my hands cramping as the blood was able to flow through them again.

 After seeing this, Sam didn’t waste another second. He scooped me up, holding me against his body with my legs on his hips and my arms over his shoulders. He didn’t care how much blood got him— Not that I had much left, anyway. One of his hands supported me, the other firmly holding the back of my head as my chin rested on his shoulder. As the three of us left the house, I watched over his shoulder, seeing a dozen dead vampires all over the floor. I simply closed my eyes, gritting my teeth.

 The two rushed me to the Impala, Sam still clutching me as he got in the car. Dean didn’t wait one second more, revving the engine as he sped out of the driveway.

 “Y/N?” Sam croaked, “Hey-hey-hey—” He sheepishly repeated the word as he looked at my face, gently patting the side of my face. “Stay with us– Okay? Keep your eyes open. Dean!” He shouted at Dean, the worry in his voice becoming one of rage. Rather than snapping back at Sam for shouting, the engine roared as Dean gassed it. The Impala raced down the road as fast as it could go. It was hard to hear the two of them talking over the engine with the way my head was spinning.

 “Sam…?” I took a breath.

 “Give her some water.” Dean shoved a water bottle against Sam, not taking his eyes off of the road.

 “Tilt your head back, okay?” Sam spoke softly to me. Even then, I could still hear the pain in his voice. He was afraid, his eyes glistening as tears welled in his eyes. “Drink this.” Sam carefully held the water bottle to my lips, slowly tilting it so as not to give me too much at one time. I eagerly drank it, raising my blood-soaked hand to hold the bottle. He shook his head as I did.

 “Don’t worry about that– I’ve got you.”

 Once he pulled the bottle away, I took a deep breath. “I’m—” I gritted my teeth, “–I’m sorry… I was going to call–”

 “Don’t worry about that.” Dean shook his head as he drove.

 “I was— was going to call you.” I cried, “I f-found out where they w-were– I– I was going to call you, but they f-found me… I’m sorry.”

 “I said don’t worry about that, you understand me?” Dean raised his voice. “We’re getting you to the hospital. They’re gonna fix you.”

 I drew in a shaky breath, but it turned into a coughing fit. I could only watch as my blood hit Sam’s face. He didn’t even flinch, he just carefully pushed my hair out of my face, still choking back tears. I knew what was happening. I was never going to make it to the hospital— Not with that reaper sitting in the back seat, her eyes on me with a sorrowful expression.

“…Pull over.”

 The silence that came was… tense. I could cut through glass with it. Both of them stared at me in shock, but I could see it in their eyes. They knew. They could tell. With how many times they watched someone die, this was nothing new.

 The Impala slowed down a bit as Dean glared at me. He followed my gaze, seeing that I was looking in the back of the car.

 He’d had his own experience with reapers, or at least enough to know there was one waiting for me.

 “You leave her the hell alone!” He screamed, hopelessly swinging his gun into the backseat and firing off useless shots.

 “Dean!” Sam shouted at him, pulling me tighter against him as he watched Dean snap.

 Dean’s gun clicked as he ended up emptying the clip. He threw it into the floor of the car, turning to face the wheel again. He was gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were white, revving the engine again as he swerved around a corner. Of course, the Reaper hadn’t moved an inch. She was still sitting there, the bullets had gone through her like mist.

 “Dean… Please p-pull over.” I sucked air through my teeth, fighting to keep my eyes open.

 “We’re getting you to the hospital, that’s it.” He argued, not wanting to stop the car. My pleas for him to pull over went in one ear and out the other. Meanwhile, Sam just did his best to comfort me, desperately finding anything he could to stop the bleeding. Napkins from the glove box, gauze from the first aid kit, and t-shirts from his bag. Although… none of it was enough. By now, Sam’s large hands were stained red with my blood. The seat was soaked and sticky, along with his clothes.

 “De… Dean, I–” Sam’s voice cracked as he tried not to cry, staring down at me, “I can’t… It won’t–”

 He rambled through broken whispers, trying to form sentences. It was hard to even make out his words anymore as my head was spinning.

 I slowly looked at the reaper again. This time, she was leaning forward, her hands gently holding the backside of the front seat.

 “…Are you staying? Or are you coming with me?” Her voice was sad. She didn’t sound like she wanted to take me with her, but it was her job. She had to. “I’m sure you’ve dealt with enough ghosts to know what happens if you stay, but… it’s your choice. I’ll understand.”

 I gasped as I tried not to burst into tears– not that I had the energy to do it anyway.

 “I…” I croaked, “Do I have time to say goodbye?’

 The reaper slowly nodded, “Yes, but… Only goodbye.”

 I nodded as I took in what she was saying. There was no way I was getting out of this. As I looked away from her, I could see Sam looking down at me with wide eyes, glaring like a deer in headlights. Dean was doing the same, the car slowing down. Even though they couldn’t hear or see the reaper, all they had to do was hear what I said to realize that it was time for me to go.

 The Impala slowly pulled to a stop on the side of the road as we parked.

 “S-Sam?”

 Sam sniffled, pushing his hair out of his face as he tried to hold his composure together, “Yeah? What is it?” His voice cracked as he spoke. His face was soaked, shiny from the tears that ran down and dripped onto his clothes.

 “Can… Can we sit on the hood? I don’t want the last thing I see to be the ceiling of the car.” I gave a weak laugh which came out as more of a wheeze.

 Both of them nodded, agreeing as they hurried out of the car. Dean got out first, coming around to open the door while Sam did his best to pick me up without hurting me anymore. He carefully climbed out of the car, cradling me as he steadied himself in the tall grass beside the road. Sam then took slow steps to the hood of the car, gently laying me in the middle of it, his jacket hanging around me like a blanket. The two of them just stood beside the car, staring at me beside one another, mournful looks on their faces.

 “Hey, D-Dean?”

 He didn’t say anything, but he raised his chin a bit as I spoke to him.

 “Can you put our song on the r-radio?”

 Sam sputtered as he choked up a smile, looking off to the side as he put his bloody hand over his mouth. Dean kept up his usual stoic expression, trying to detach himself as he nodded his head and got back in the car.

 “S-Sam— Come on…”

 “…What?” He looked a bit confused, struggling to think straight.

 I patted the hood of the car, leaving a red handprint on the black paint. His lip trembled as he tried to keep his smile, taking a reluctant step to the car. He carefully climbed onto the hood of the car with me, lying next to me. The car rocked a bit, tilting with his weight. His hand then planted on my leg, making sure I didn’t slide at all. I gave a weary smile and placed my hand over his. Sam could hardly look at me, just looking up at the sky as we interlocked our fingers.

 It wasn’t long before the radio kicked on, “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing. While Sam, Dean, and I all had very different tastes in music, we all had one song we liked— and this was it. We’d all sing along in the car, laughing as we couldn’t hit notes and lacked any sense of melody, just three idiots screaming lyrics in a car with smiles on our faces.

 Dean got out of the car, closing the door as he then climbed onto the hood with us. I reached my other hand over, holding his hand as well.

 We all just laid there, Sam on my right, Dean on my left, and nothing but the stars to keep us company. Given that we were out in the countryside, there was hardly any light pollution. We could see the moon and stars for miles and miles… I took it in for a moment, closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath. As I did, I felt both of them flinch. Without opening my eyes, I just smiled and croaked again,

 “Not— Not dead yet.”

 I could feel the relief from them as their grip on my hands tightened.

 “D-Dean?”

 “Yeah?” He spoke quietly, not moving.

 “Stop… Stop being a statue for five minutes, g-got it? Y-You’re making your brother look like a b-baby.”

 We all gave a soft chuckle as I spoke, Dean finally cracking.

 “I just—” He sucked air through his teeth, “We don’t want you to go.”

 “I know.” I choked on my words. By now, I knew the reaper was pushing it for me. This was taking more time than just a goodbye.

 “Can I tell you something?” The words grated out of Sam’s throat.

 “Yeah, what?” I turned to look at him.

 “I… I love you.”

 We all laid there in silence for a moment, taking in what Sam said. A few seconds went by before Dean slowly pulled his hand away from mine, seeming he wanted to distance himself afterward.

 “I wasn’t sure for a while, I… I thought I was just being stupid, but… I’m sure now, and I wish I knew before this happened.”

 I gave Sam a tearful smile, squeezing his hand tightly. “I… I love you too, Sam.”

 We both gave weary laughs, Sam rolling on his side to face me. He leaned over me, gently placing his hand on my cheek. I looked at him through droopy eyes, eventually closing them as he leaned in and kissed me. It was short… but sweet. I was happy that he’d decided to actually tell me, rather than leaving me wondering.

 Although, I didn’t want to leave Dean alone like that.

 “Dean?” I looked over at him. He was just staring at the sky, his hands balled into tight fists over his stomach. “What’s wrong?”

 “It doesn’t matter now.” He shook his head with a weary smirk, “No point.”

 “It does matter, Dean.” I reached over, placing my hand over the top of his fist. He still wouldn’t look at me. “Now is absolutely the time, I mean… There won’t be a later.”

 Dean closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he finally coughed up the words. “Sammy beat me to it.”

 It took me a second, but I eventually pieced together what he meant. Sam had just confessed to me, but Dean… He did too. They were both in love with me. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I didn’t have the time to think about it, so… I might as well go out with a bang.

 “I… Dean, look at me.”

 Dean begrudgingly opened his eyes, looking over at me. His eyes were glazed over with tears, one finally rolling down his cheek. It was getting harder for him to hold it in.

 “I love you, too.” I squeezed his hand a bit.

 He looked a bit confused, but… He slowly took the same action as Sam, partially rolling on his side.

 “But… You just said—”

 “I know.”

 “Then wh–”

 “F… Fuck being normal, right?” I coughed as I laughed, “If I’m— If I’m going out, I–I’m going happy.”

 I expected them to bicker, get angry, maybe cry, but… They didn’t. Sam squeezed my hand, Dean interlocking fingers with my other hand once again. He followed Sam’s steps, leaning in as he kissed me. I was happy that they didn’t question it, seeming to understand what I meant about not being normal. For all the years we’d been hunting together, I was stuck in the middle. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to pursue Sam, or whether I wanted to go for Dean… I felt selfish to want both of them like this, but right now, I felt like I had the right to be a little bit selfish.

 As Dean pulled away, he put his forehead to mine, taking a sharp breath. His hand was shaking.

 We all slowly laid back down, just looking up at the sky, hand in hand, smiles and blood on our faces, and tears running down our cheeks.

 “S-Sam, you get my necklace, okay?”

 “Are you sure…?”

 “Yeah… I’m sure.” I nodded, sighing. “And— And Dean, you get my b-bracelet.”

 “Y-You both have to promise me something.” I knew I was running out of time. The reaper was out of the car now. She was standing beside the car, her hands across as she looked at me. I took in a deep breath, “No deals. No crossroads demons, no witchcraft, no summoning… None of it. Okay…?”

 I thought my hands were going to break as they both squeezed them, taking sharp breaths of their own.

 “I promise.” Sam’s voice shattered as he gasped, putting his other hand over his mouth again.

 “Promise.” Dean tightened his fist, pressing it against the car.

 We all took in a deep breath, our hands shaking. I closed my eyes, a weak smile on my face. By now, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I wasn’t even sure I had legs at this point, they were cold and I couldn’t move them anymore.

 When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t lying on the hood of the car. I was standing in front of it, looking at myself. The reaper had her hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it.

 “I… So…” I didn’t know what to say. “I’m ready to go.”

 The reaper gave me a mournful smile, “I’m glad you chose to come with me. I don’t think they could bear seeing you as a spirit.”

 “Yeah… I just– Are they going to be okay?” I looked at her.

 She sighed, “…No. They won’t be, but they’ll manage. They always do, huh?”

 I glanced back at them. By now they were sitting up, looking down at my lifeless body, still clutching my hands as they did their best not to break down.

 “Yeah… I hope so.”

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[fcbfemeni-11]

Draft (Ashley Sanchez)

Olivia is dating fellow Spirit and USWNT player, Ashley Sanchez. The yearly NWSL draft breaks more hearts than anyone imagined.

Im currently in Portland with Sophia. I play for the Spirit but it’s currently off season so i am spending some time with Soph, one of my best friends.

“You excited?” Asked Soph as she sat beside me on the couch.

“For sure. We’ve got three first round picks.” I said.

“Trading Sam Stabb though?” Sophia asked me, looking at me as i sighed.

“Yeah, look, the whole system is messed up. I hate the whole trading thing. I don’t understand why we can’t just adopt a normal transfer policy like everyone else. I mean, you don’t even need to agree to the move here, if the club wants to trade you then they will no matter if you agree or not and it’s not fair.” I shrugged back. I’ve always had an open opinion on the way things are done in this league.

“I agree. Oh, look, it’s starting.” Soph said as the draft began.

I watched the first three before i rushed off to the bathroom. When i came back i stopped in my tracks as i saw Soph, sitting staring at me. The look in her eyes told me everything. Something had happened. Something bad had happened. I slowly walked over and she stood up, giving me a tight hug before we both sat down. She sighed, looking at me softly.

“What happened, Soph? Have you been traded?” I asked, chuckling at how stupid that sounded. Of course Soph hadn’t been traded.

“No. It’s Ash.” Soph said and my eyes widened as my jaw dropped.

“Shut up. Stop playing. You’re lying. She signed a new deal. There’s no way.” I stuttered out, grabbing my phone.

“She was traded to North Carolina for the 5th draft pick.” Soph stated and i immediately grabbed my phone.

“Who even decided that would be a good move? Ashy under Jona was going to be insane. She loves DC, she loves the club. We let her go in order to sign an extra rookie? Nothing against them, i’m sure they’re great. We already had multiple first round picks. I don’t even understand.” I sighed and Soph immediately put her arm around me.

I opened my phone and saw the official confirmation on Spirits instagram, i scoffed as i read the short goodbye. As i opened the comments they were full of Spirit fans bashing the club for this decision as well as people worrying about not only Ash but me and Trin as well. I decided to comment.

“You deserved better, Ashy.”

She does. She deserves so much better. She didn’t agree to this. I know she didn’t. It’s not fair. Will i get in trouble for my comment? Yeah, probably. Do i care? No. They broke her. They broke a lot of people. It’s stupid.

My thoughts were so loud, so loud that Soph tightened her grip around me. I was pulled out of my thoughts when my phone began to ring. I rolled my eyes as i neared it but when i lifted it up to read the screen and saw my girlfriend was face timing me, i immediately answered.

Ashy❤️

She was crying which made me tear up. This is so unfair.

“Ashy..” I whispered so softly as my voice broke at the sight.

“It’s okay, love. It’s all going to be okay.” She whispered, trying to not only convince me but also convince herself.

“Did you know? Did they tell you?” I asked and my girlfriend gave me a look as if to say it dosent matter.

“Ashy, did they fucking tell you?” I asked again.

“No. I didn’t know. I found out on Instagram. No one told me. I didn’t want to leave. I signed a new deal. This is my home, i wanted to stay.” She said, a couple of tears falling down her face.

“Unbelievable,”I scoffed,”I’m coming with you.” I blurted out. Sophia looked at me softly, she understood my heart break. Ashley looked at me like she always does, her eyes were full of love and i couldn’t help but smile softly at her.

“No. Liv, you’re not going anywhere. You have a contract until 2026, just like Trin. In two years you can leave.” She told me and i sighed.

“Yeah, a contract? You had one of those too. They don’t mean shit over here. NCC wanted me last season, i said no. I know they still want me. If i just tell my agent i want to go, i can force Spirit to trade me.” I stated, confident.

“No, Liv. You have a story to write here in DC. You and Trinity have not finished that story yet. You still have so much more to accomplish here.” Ashley said, softly as usual but i wasn’t convinced.

“None of that seems as important as it did when you were apart of it. Mine and Trin’s stories will never be complete, not without you in them. They played you, and i’m so mad at them. Me and Trin could easily come with you. I don’t want to be without you, either does she.” I sighed, tears finally spilling from my eyes.

“Soph…Help me out here.” Ashley pleaded with the Thorns forward who gave me a soft smile.

“She’s right. You love DC and you love the club. You don’t want to leave, kid. I know you don’t, and you know it too.” Sophia said, but she was wrong.

“You’re wrong! Both of you! I do love it here, it’s my home away from home and being here has given me the best years of my life. I’ve met so many amazing people here, who will remain in my life forever. But not wanting to leave? I have no desire to stay anymore. The organisation is messed up. They don’t care about us players, if they did none of this would have happened. Both you and Sam were traded without any warning. I don’t want to be apart of that.” I was clear in what i was saying.

“Jona is coming soon. You were so excited to play under him.” Sophia said to me and Ashley hummed in agreement.

“You were jumping around like crazy when he was announced.” Ashley added.

“I was excited, you’re right, but so were you. I would love to play under Jonatan. Look, i love DC so much. I love the fans and my Spirit teammates. Yesterday, i had no desire to leave. It wasn’t something that was fully off the cards, but it wasn’t something i was desperate for or looking for. Now, i have no desire to stay. I feel betrayed for you.” I told Ashley.

“Wait, Trin is calling.” Ashley told me.

“Add her.” I said and so she did. Trinity joined the face time, quite clearly crying.

“I’m coming with you.” Trinity said softly.

“I just had this conversation with Liv. No one is going anywhere.” Ashley said but Trinity had a look in her eye, one that told me she was being serious.

“No, Ash. I’m being serious. I forced a trade. I’m being traded to NCC, too.” Trinity said and Ashley’s jaw dropped but soon a smile formed on her face.

“Liv…” Ashley began but my mind was made up.

“No. I’m leaving.” I simply stated before leaving the group face time.

“This is it then?” Sophia asked and i nodded before hugging her.

“I love her. She’s my world, Soph. I need to be with her. She means more to me than anything in this world. This club betrayed her and i cannot be apart of something that does not respect the players. It’s crazy.” I said into her shoulder and she nodded, holding me close for a few minutes.

***

After a couple of hours, i was also traded to NCC. It wasn’t difficult really. I was pretty clear with Spirit and they basically had no choice.

After it was done, i joined the group face time again. This time with a smile on my face. Ashley knew as soon as i joined due to the smile on my face. As soon as she saw me she grinned.

“Any room for a third?” I asked as i joined while they were talking about apartments and both girls smiled happily.

“Great. Just when i thought i wouldn’t need to third wheel anymore.” Trinity teased.

“You’ll still get your own room, be grateful.” I joked back and she laughed.

“Olivia, i love you wholeheartedly.” Ashley said to me and i blushed slightly.

“Forever, Ashy. I love you, forever.” I said back and she gave me a soft smile.

***

Both mine and Trin’s trades were announced to the world that evening. It didn’t really come as a shock to anyone. I felt the need to put out a statement, alongside my goodbye. I felt the fans deserved an explanation because they don’t deserve any of this.

Spirit family…Wow. I have no words. Being here, in DC, has been extraordinary in so many different ways. These past few years have been the best of my life and i never expected it to end so soon. I would like to express my gratitude to the fans and my teammates for everything. This has nothing to do with you! Thank you, i’ll miss you all!!

Leaving DC was never something i desired. I signed a new deal because i was happy and confident in this teams ability, the later never changing. However, earlier today everything changed. I felt betrayed by the actions of the people higher up and my heart was broken. Some things are a lot more important to me than this game, so yes, moving to follow my partner was an easy decision especially after the absurd treatment she received from the club.

The ruled need to change for the players sakes. Our future is never guaranteed. Contracts mean nothing and this NEEDS to change.

“I don’t regret anything.” I sighed happily as i lay my head on Soph’s shoulder, content with my decision.

“I knew you would go with her.” She simply said.

“You did? How?” I asked my best friend who smiled.

“Livy, you are so lovestruck it’s incredible. You would do anything for her, and she would do the same for you. If the roles were reversed she would leave with you, that’s for sure. Shes your soulmate, the love of your life. She is the person you want to spent the rest of your life with, you want to be with her every single minute. The way everything happened opened your eyes. You need to protect her, you feel. I think you’ve made a good decision. Maybe this will hurry you up in putting a ring on her finger.” Sophia said, chuckling at the end.

“We have only been dating for 4 years.” I said, laughing.

“That’s a very long time. Shes turning twenty five this year, so she was twenty one when you started dating and, wow, you were eighteen. That’s a long time ago, lil sis.” She shrugged and i blushed. I then got up and walked away, going into my suitcase and pulling out a box. I walked back into the room and Sophia practically jumped up from her seat.

“Shut up!!” She screamed and i laughed.

“You’re doing it? When? Where? How? What? Since when?” The questions were flying as excitement overcame her.

“Since the world cup. We were talking about it, she said she wants to marry me sooner rather than later. I asked her what age and she said between 24 and 25, before walking away. She basically hinted at it and then i went and bought a ring. I don’t know what i’m going to do. Get her to come to Portland, make up a reason. We’ll go somewhere and i’ll ask her.” I said and Sophia jumped into my arms.

“Oh my god!! I’m so excited!! Shouldn’t you ask her to come, though?” She asked me.

“I’m not sure, Smith, guess you’ll need to figure out how to get her here.” I shrugged as i slipped the ring back into my pocket.

“You’re a real pain you know.” She said and i just smiled.

[peachpitlover]

Hidden Chapters

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word count: 907

Warnings: Mentions of depression and self worth (lmk if I missed something)

My Masterlists

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“Everyone has a chapter they don’t read out loud.” - Mel Robbins.

JJ hasn’t heard from you in just over a week. He stopped by your house multiple times, but your mom said you weren’t home every time. He knew it was a lie, you weren’t at any of your favorite spots or at work on the mainland. So he shows up at your window at one in the morning. Your light is on. He taps on your window and waits for you to open the blinds, and his heart breaks when you finally do; he’s met with teary eyes, swollen lips, and wet cheeks from crying. You’ve got a Kleenex wipe in your hand and he can spot the box of them in your desk.

“What are you doing?” He says as soon as you open the window for him.

“Cleaning,” you mutter looking down at your feet.

“At one in the morning? With tears on your cheeks?”

“I’m trying to distract myself,” you whimper as your eyes fill with tears for what feels like the millionth time today.

“From what, baby?”

“I don’t know!” You drop the wipe and sit on your bed as you let out a silent sob. You cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut as you try your best to stay quiet. “Everything sucks! And I’m always sad and I don’t know why, I don’t know why I feel like this. I’m so useless. I want it to stop,” you cry.

“How long have you been feeling like this, baby?” He wonders as he sits next to you and wraps his arms around you.

“A while now, I didn’t know how to tell you that I’m sad all the time and can’t stop crying when I don’t even know why. I told my mom I was sick, I only told her how I’ve really been feeling yesterday. I haven’t been sleeping either, and I don’t feel like eating.”

JJ watches as you try to hold back, clenching your jaw and digging what’s left of your nails into the skin of your palms. He’s never seen you like this, you always look at the silver lining and you don’t take things to heart. There’s a reason your contact in his phone is “Smiles” with a sun emoji, a reason why everyone you meet is so drawn to you. And his heart is shattering seeing you like this, seeing you in so much pain and not knowing how to help you.

“Come here,” he whispered and pulled you to straddle his thighs, his arms circled around your waist to hold you flush against him and he used one hand to cradle your head in his neck. “You don’t need to be strong for me, it’s ok to not feel ok,” he whispered. He didn’t know that the last part was all you needed to hear to let go of the guilt of worrying the people you loved as you wailed into his neck and gripped his shirt. “I’m right here, baby, I’ll always be right here. Always,” JJ rubbed up and down your back with his free hand. He wasn’t trying to calm you down as he knew you well, and knew you’d been holding this in for the longest time. He kissed your head and continued to whisper to you, “You’re not useless, my baby. You have the kindest heart I’ve ever been lucky enough to meet, you’re funny and beautiful and there’s a reason people flock to you, Smiles. It’s ok to cry and to feel sad for no reason. But I want you to come to me as soon as you’re feeling like this, ok?”

“Ok,” you whisper.

“You’re my beautiful girl, hm? So sweet too, the kindest soul,” he smiled. He wasn’t into the whole spiritual thing, but he knows how much it means to you. The whole soulmate thing. And maybe he was starting to believe it. “Knew I had to have you from the second I saw you being the sweetest thing to Rafe of all people. And you introduced yourself to me with a handshake, always so polite, right baby?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out. Your crying had slowly come to a stop and your breathing slowed as JJ continued to rub your back and hold you tight as he spoke so softly.

“I knew I loved you when you gave your water and snack to that homeless guy down by the docks, ‘cause I know you were so excited to have them after swimming. And you did it without a second thought, it’s like second nature for you being the amazing person that you are.”

“It gets better right, JJ?”

“Of course it will. This is just temporary, baby.”

“And you’ll always be here with me? Even when I’m a mess?”

“Always, I’ll be here through everything, Y/n.”

“Thank you JJ,” you lifted your head to look at him.

“Nothing to thank me for,” he smiled and leant his forehead against yours.

“I love you with all my heart, J. You’re everything so ever wanted love you be.”

“Don’t go and make me cry now, Smiles. I’ll love you for as long as I live, I promise you that.”

“Will you stay over tonight?”

“Yes, let’s get into bed.”

“Oh, and JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Your shirt is on backwards,” you smile.

He just smiles and shakes his head, tugging it off and throwing it at you.

[bartxnhood]

sorry’s never enough | c.h

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: you’re betrayed again by your boyfriend, who just can’t seem to keep his promise

warnings: angst, no happy ending, kinda toxic relationship, arguing (it’s a short one)

a/n: surprise ! this is kinda weird for me to post randomly and not tell anyone but i this randomly hit me. also i feel like i should note, i know i’ve written many fics of this scenario and it seems to be a common theme with calum fics but this in no way shape or form represents calum hood as a person. this is strictly fiction and written for entertainment purposes. thank you.

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you should’ve expected it, from the moment he stepped out the door and got on that plane. you should’ve known better.

he was going to do it, it was only a matter of time before the evidence got back to you. it was just a waiting game for you. would he keep his promise?

no. he doesn’t care.

that morning you woke up, like usual, nothing was out of the ordinary. you got out of bed, made it, and took duke outside to do his business. everything was going normally. until it wasn’t.

you finished breakfast, put away the dirty dishes, and decided to take a scroll on your phone. your boyfriend's tour was coming to an end and it had been one beautiful tour. he seemed to be having the time of his life, and he was even happier it seemed. and it made you feel better about your relationship. you thought, for just a second, that maybe, just maybe, he kept his word.

but when you got the notification from sierra your heart sank. the pictures and the videos of calum at a bar with another girl. his arm slung around her waist as he kisses her, his hand on her jaw. it made you feel sick to your stomach, looking at the photos. sierras message ended with ‘im sorry, hun.’ you felt the tears swelling in your eyes and the aching in your chest had returned.

how could he do this to you?

“hey babe” calum enters the house, walks to you and presses a kiss on your cheek. he noticed you didn’t acknowledge him, so as he was setting his bags down he turned to you. “is everything okay?” you laid your phone down on the counter and slid it over to him. “i don’t know, is it?” you asked, your voice stung like venom. calum looks down at the phone which revealed an article that read: “calum hood spotted with mystery girl at a london nightclub. what happened with his girlfriend? or now, ex-girlfriend’

you saw his expression sour, pushing the phone back towards you. “so?” you asked again. he had no answer, and you saw the gears turning in his head trying to come up with another excuse. “i’m sorry.”

that’s all he had to say? after everything? everything you’ve done for him. all the sacrifices you made just to be with him. that’s all? "don't apologize if you are just going to keep doing this shit, apologize when you're actually going to change because im tired of having my hopes crushed every time" you were livid, your chest burned with anger. even looking at him made your feel sick. calum tan his fingers through his hair, huffing quietly. “if you would ever go on tour with us, this would never happen.” "oh, so i'm the one at fault?" "that's not what i'm saying-" "well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!"

“I don't want to do this with you." "that's what you always say whenever I'm trying to talk some sense into you." you rubbed your temples. talking was him wasn’t always this hard, in the beginning, he was the most caring person but as time went on he grew distant. “i’ve given you my life, calum. i made sacrifices for us to be together. i dropped everything just to be with you, you choose to do this to me? after everything?”

you heard a groan come from his side followed by yet another huff. this wasn’t the first time calum had cheated on you, and you should’ve known it wouldn’t be the last time either but you chose to talk it out and overcome the pain and suffering. you thought it had worked, but obviously, it didn’t. “i never asked you to do anything of that either, y/n. you chose to put your life on hold because of me. i didn’t”

“and you never stopped me!” you yelled, throwing your hands up in the air. “what do you want from me, calum? am i not good enough for you anymore? what am i doing wrong, please just tell me!” by this point, you were starting to break. tears welled in your eyes and your face flushed red. “it isn’t you.” he stated matter-a-factly. you couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “it isn’t me?” you repeated, and once again pushed your phone towards him. “the evidence proves otherwise cal.”

calum knew he was hurting you, he knew he put you through hell and back and that you didn’t deserve it. there was no excuse for what he did to you, he just never wanted to face the truth. “you never change do you, calum? you never fucking change.” you snatched your phone away from the counter, and looked at him one last time. “i’ve had enough, calum. i’m done. i can’t believe i loved you” you pointed in his face, and maybe it came out harsher than expected but at that point, you were so tired.

his eyes shot up at the word ‘loved’ it made his heart stop. surely he heard that wrong, right? “loved?” he asked, following you into the hallway where you were heading but you didn’t respond. you entered the shared bedroom “i’ve been pretending to love you for a long time, calum.” he saw the bags sitting atop the bed. two duffel bags and a large suitcase, “what do you mean?”

a dry chuckle left your throat, “i mean, i’ve been faking it since the first time you done this, i thought for a while that you had changed but obviously you didn’t. and frankly i’m tired of waiting time hoping you’d come around.” you grab a few of the bags ready to head out the door as your friend had texted you that she was on her way. “calum, i did love you. i loved you for years, and maybe we were meant to be together but i can trust you when you go out and get with these other girls. i’m sorry”. you pressed the softest kiss on his cheek.

“don’t come looking for me, just focus on yourself, calum.”

you saw the tears in his eyes, he was guilty and regretful for what he has done to you. “i’m sorry.” you nod, “i know you are.”