#and she stepped into the room and called her name twice out loud and she woke up the second time

[ghosts-lot]

i just lived through the scariest moment of my life i feel like im going to go completely bald from the stress in the next hour or so

[jenoslutie]

Can we have some more step bro jeno pls 👀

warnings: non-consensual filming during sex and he sends the vid to um..yeah!! :P

stepbro!jeno who was genuinely nice to you when your parents first made it official. being the best stepbrother one could want. he was caring, he cooked for you (though he lacked any cooking skills), he really tried his best until he found himself looking forward to seeing you too often, looking forward to how you wear less and less clothes whenever he's around, looking forward to seeing you doing the most mundane things but making them incredibly sexy. not that you intended to turn Jeno on with every move you made.

stepbro!jeno who started to distance himself when he realized he really wanted you. well, to fuck you. but seeing that it was the least effective strategy, he convinced himself he hated you, calling you every name in the book until you were running to your room, a crying mess. he'd comment on every outfit you wore, on every makeup look you tried, on everything you did, jeno had something to say about it.

stepbro!jeno who'd make it his goal to make all his friends hate you too, he's heard them talk about wanting to fuck jeno's new stepsister. Jeno doesn't like that so he resorts to talking mad shit about you to his friends and makes them all hate you because he knows they all want you and he doesnt want any of his lame ass friends to fuck you before he does. thats how he treats you, acting like he hates ur guts but deep down all he wants his to bend you over and have you crying on his cock and begging him to fill u up

stepbro!jeno who gets off to you crying to your friends over all the mean shit he says and does to you at late hours in the night, you don't know he can hear everything you've been complaining about, hearing he filthy names he calls you come from your mouth does something to him. he loves hearing you cry because of him, some nights he'd even jerk off to the phone calls you have with your friends, the pretty sobs you let out as tears stream down your cheeks is something jeno dreams of seeing.

stepbro!jeno who finally gets into your pants, finally gets what he wants. you on all fours as he pounds into you from behind. crying out his name so loud he almost wants your parents to hear. and something about that thought drives him absolutely insane. he wants your parents to hear, he wants them to know what you're letting your stepbrother do to you. but jeno wants to keep fucking around with you, his cute stepsister whos currently fucking herself back on her stepbrother's cock and moaning like a slut because of it.

stepbro!jeno who lets his intrusive thoughts win and picks up his phone while he fucks you from behind, recording a video of you on all fours, arching your back as much as you could and gripping the bedsheets as he fucks you absolutely stupid. moaning all sorts of profanities with a mix of jeno's name. he'd make sure your whole frame is in the video except your head, so you're not easily identifiable. wouldn't think twice before hitting send on your mother's contact.

jeno: [attachment: 1 video}

jeno: sorry i meant to send it to someone else.

a/n: blame @jenomov for this....she made me insane

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Love You Twice

Huh Yunjin x Reader

GENRE: fluff

TYPE: One Shot

Inspired by: Love You Twice - Huh Yunjin

"Hello, is anyone here?"

A loud voice echoed from the front of the shop, accompanied by the obnoxious ringing of the bell you had left on the counter. You groaned internally, hoping for a slow day since you were still recovering from a severe cold from last week. Unfortunately, your manager refused to give you another day off, so you found yourself pathetically hiding in the storage room, seeking a few moments of respite.

"Hellooooo," the voice called out again, causing your headache to intensify. 

"Yes, I'm here," you sighed, getting up and dusting off your pants. "Please give me a second."

Stepping out of the backroom, you came face to face with a girl, likely around the same age as you. She wore black-framed glasses, a face mask, and a black fisher hat.

"What can I get for you?" you asked, mustering a smile while trying to stave off your fatigue.

"Hmm…Can I have a cinnamon churro and a cup of iced Americano?" The girl stared at you curiously, her wide brown eyes fixated on your every move. After taking her money, you began preparing her order as she settled into a corner table, taking off her hat and face mask.

You set your phone on the speaker and played the hottest Korean hits on Spotify. There was something about the mysterious girl that made you think she would enjoy some K-pop songs while she waited. And indeed, when you brought her order to the table, she was fully immersed in dancing to Fearless, which you found adorably funny.

"Quite a dancer you are," you laughed, setting her food down.

The girl blushed and quickly switched off the camera she had set up in front of her.

"Thanks for the food," she said shyly, hiding her smile behind her coffee cup.

"It's no problem! Enjoy," you replied, slowly retreating back to the kitchen. "Feel free to record or film anything you want. I'll be back here if you need me."

You could tell from her poised and polite demeanor that she might be an idol or celebrity. With her large brown eyes, luscious lips, and slender build, she stood out as someone more than just an average customer.

In the backroom, you struggled to stay awake, listening to muffled sounds of the mysterious stranger talking to her camera. 

"Hey," her sonorous voice echoed from the front of the shop again, pulling you out of your half-asleep state. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah, what can I do for you?" You quickly stood up, wiped your hands on your apron, and walked to the counter.

She gave you an awkward smile, hesitating before speaking. "Could you, you know… sit and talk with me? I'm feeling a bit bored."

You checked the clock on the wall before replying, "I don't get off until another five hours."

She pouted, "There hasn't been another customer after me, though."

You raised your eyebrows, "My boss would be offended."

"No, sorry," she panicked, "I didn't mean that no one wanted to come. I mean, the food is great. You're great, and I…"

She cut herself off, catching you laughing at her.

"Nevermind," she muttered with a huff, turning back to her table.

"Hey, I'm sorry," you called out. "I can't sit down with you because my manager checks the CCTV, but I can make it up to you with another cup of coffee. We can talk while I make it."

The brunette nodded, satisfied with your apology, and sat herself on the stool in front of the counter. There was something about you that made Yunjin want to spill her thoughts to you at the first chance; you looked like someone she could trust without hesitation. She had been stealing not-so-subtle glances at you ever since she first entered the store, though you didn't seem to notice.

"I never caught your name," you said, grabbing an empty cup.

"It's… Jen," she said hesitantly.

You sensed her reluctance, possibly due to her fame, so you respected her privacy and didn't press further.

"Nice to meet you, Jen. My name is Y/N," you said, reaching out to shake her hand. She warmly shook your hand, leaning slightly over the counter to give you her best smile with her tongue stuck slightly out between her teeth. 

"Well, Jen, how do you want your coffee? Iced or hot?" you asked, a bit starstruck by how alluring she was, shyly smiling and looking at you under her long curled lashes. 

Her confidence boosted at your reaction to her harmless flirting, and she winked, saying, "Steamy hot."

You snorted, trying to shake off the shivers she sent down your spine. "Coming right up."

The three hours spent with Jen were surprisingly effortless. Beyond her flirtatious facade, she proved to be easy to talk to and incredibly down to earth. She eventually confided in you, admitting that she was an idol of one of Hybe's biggest girl groups, but you treated her just like any other customer, and she appreciated that. During your conversation, she opened up about the challenges of being an idol and shared more personal aspects of her life. It felt like you had known each other for lifetimes and were just catching up on recent events.

Despite knowing that she shouldn't be sharing such personal thoughts with a stranger, Yunjin couldn't help but fall for you. Those short hours were enough for her to fall for you, and she desperately tried to memorize every detail about you within that limited time. The way your hair fell into your eyes, the concern you showed when she mentioned stalkers following her home, the way you laughed at her jokes, and how you blushed at her flirtations—all of it left an indelible impression on her. She knew that this encounter was a one-time thing, and she should forget about you after today, but she couldn't help longing for the possibility of your lives intertwining in the future.

The soft tinkle of the door opening snapped both of you back to reality. You had unconsciously drawn closer as you talked, your forearms almost touching across the counter. Quickly straightening up, you cleared your throat, trying to break free from the trance Jen had somehow pulled you into just by her presence alone. Jen seemed to be equally entranced, shaking her head slightly as she took a sip from her nearly empty mug.

A young girl in her teens bounced into the cafe with glee, her face lighting up with a wide smile.

"Anneyonghaseyo," she greeted you with a bow before turning to Jen. 

"Unnie! I've been looking all over for you." She launched herself at Jen, and you could see the affection between them. “Manager-nim wants us to go back.”

"Oh, okay," Jen replied, her expression slightly disappointed that her time with you was coming to an end. She wished she could spend a lifetime with you, but she knew it wasn't possible.

"Do you want something to go, Manchae?" she asked the younger girl, hoping to prolong her time in the store, even if only for a few more minutes.

"Oooh yes, can I get a chocolate muffin?" Eunchae's eyes lit up at the mention of food.

"One chocolate muffin coming right up," you grinned, heading back to prepare her order.

As you turned away, Eunchae couldn't help but tease her unnie, repeatedly turning her head to look at Jen and then at your silhouette. Yunjin blushed and playfully pushed the taller girl away, not used to this kind of attention.

"Here you go," you said, handing the bag to Eunchae.

As Yunjin reached into her bag to pay, you raised your hand to stop her. "It's on the house."

Yunjin opened her mouth to argue, but you insisted. "As you said, we don't really have that many customers here," you winked, "I'll have to throw them out anyway."

She blushed deeper at the reference of her embarrassing mistake earlier, and you quickly assured her you were joking. Your playfulness only made her blush more, and you found her intriguing—so confident and flirty one moment, and a shy mess the next.

"I'll see you around, Y/N," Yunjin said, extending her hand once again for a shake. She just wanted some kind of physical contact with you, and her hand lingered slightly longer than usual during the handshake. "Thanks for keeping me company."

"It was nice talking to you, Jen," you replied, shaking her hand warmly. You felt a pang of melancholy as this beautiful girl you had just met was leaving. "And it was nice to meet you too, Eunchae."

Eunchae was beaming, fully aware of the conversation happening in front of her. She knew Yunjin had difficulty connecting with people and had remained single for years despite having a long line of admirers. If this cute barista was the one to win over Yunjin’s heart, the maknae was determined to support your happiness. And she usually got her way.

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For the past several weeks, Eunchae had been giving Yunjin a headache, constantly thinking of ways to persuade her to visit your coffee shop. The rest of the girls caught on to Eunchae's antics, and they joined in, playfully teasing the blonde and suggesting your coffee shop at every opportunity.

Whether it was rain or shine, hunger or thirst, the girls managed to steer the conversation back to you whenever they could.

"Unnie, I'm hungry. I want the muffins at Y/N's."

"Where do you want to hold your birthday party, Chae?"

"Hmm… is Y/N's open?"

"Sakura unnie, let's get drinks tonight."

"Yesss, do you think Y/N's sells soju?"

It was all in good fun, and Yunjin couldn't help but get flustered whenever your name was brought up. However, she stubbornly resisted their suggestions and ignored the members whenever they proposed visiting your shop. The girls were genuinely curious about you, so they convinced Eunchae to take them to your shop during their days off. There, they could see why Yunjin was so enamored with you. Your sweet and soft-spoken demeanor balanced the idol perfectly. 

The girls continued to come up with various schemes to turn their favorite not-couple into an actual couple, but despite their efforts, nothing seemed to work. However, as it turned out, they didn't even need to put in all that effort.  Yunjin and her clumsy self, would end up making a mess and visiting you herself to solve the problem. 

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Your Monday started off badly. You had just finished a painful statistics class, and your professor grilled you for accidentally falling asleep. It wasn't entirely your fault; the professor had a monotone voice that could put anyone to sleep, talking about magic in a world filled with numbers. Nonetheless, he kept you after class for a whole hour, scolding you with his tone-deaf voice repeatedly.

This left you in a rush to get to the coffee shop without having the chance to grab lunch. You knew your manager would be furious if you were late.

Entering the shop through the back door, you hastily grabbed your apron and hair tie, rushing to the front. Your good friend and coworker, Wheein, leaned on the counter, teasing you with a playful smile as you tried to catch your breath.

"You're really unfit," she calmly remarked, her dimples showing as she teased you.

"Shut…" you panted, "...up."

Wheein laughed and poured you a cup of water.

"There are a bunch of people outside our store today," she said casually, her fingers tapping on the spotless counter.

Furrowing your brows, you looked outside the glass windows and saw groups of people peeking into the store, some even taking photos. You were puzzled as to why they were there.

"What are they doing here?" you asked.

Wheein shrugged, "No idea, I didn't ask. They've been there since I opened, but they never came in."

Just then, three girls entered the store, giggling and looking at you. They whispered among themselves before walking towards the counter.

"Annyeonghaseyo," the first girl said, and the other two burst into a fit of giggles.

"Um, annyeonghaseyo," you blinked, feeling slightly awkward. "What can I get you?"

"Three cinnamon churros and three iced Americanos, please."

You quickly rang up their order while Wheein started working on the drinks. As you prepared the churros, you could hear whispers and the sound of camera clicks from the girls.

Before you could ask what was going on, a few more people entered the store, all behaving similarly to the first group of girls—whispering and looking at you curiously before placing their orders.

"This is crazy," Wheein muttered, just as confused as you. The shop had never seen so many people at once, and they all seemed to be waiting for you before coming in. "Are you a celebrity or something?"

You shook your head, “If I was, I wouldn’t be working part-time in this shitty store with you.”

The blue haired girl chuckled and playfully nudged you, before efficiently handling the growing number of orders.

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur. A line formed outside the coffee shop as customers continued to flow in endlessly. You made more churros in four hours than you had in your entire two years of working part-time at the shop. The sudden rush of customers had turned your ordinary day into a surprisingly eventful one, and you couldn't help but wonder what had caused this unexpected influx of people.

It was like this for the rest of the week. Whenever you weren't working, a bunch of people would gather outside the store, and groups of fans would squeal and whisper when they saw you working. Some people even asked for selfies, which you politely declined, but that didn't stop others from sneaking photos of you as you worked. Your manager had caught on to this phenomenon and decided to schedule you to work every day that week, without any sort of raise, and extended the closing time to nine p.m. instead of the usual five p.m.

It turned out that a famous food sharing account had posted something about the coffee shop you worked at, which explained the influx of customers. But for you, it felt more like a punishment than a reward, as it brought only exhausting shifts and the constant invasion of your privacy.

Sighing, you rested your head on one of the tables you were cleaning up. It was Saturday night, and you had finally closed the store after a hectic day, serving hundreds of people all by yourself. Wheein was sick and couldn't make it to her shift, leaving you to handle everything alone.

As you closed your eyes for a moment to daydream about Jen, the alluring girl whose image had been visiting your dreams for months, the familiar sound of the door opening made you jump up. You cursed yourself internally for forgetting to lock the door after closing hours.

"Sorry, we're clo—" Your words caught in your throat as your eyes met the captivating pair of brown eyes that had haunted your thoughts ever since your last encounter.

"Jen," you said breathlessly, thinking you'd never see her again, at least not in person. After all, she was a famous idol, and her group's newest comeback had topped the charts.

"Hey, Y/N," Yunjin's eyes crinkled as she smiled at you. Her hair was now dyed a dark shade of brown, and she was dressed in a casual sweater and jeans, still as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, genuinely surprised to see her in your store again after months of no contact.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" Your concern for her warmed her heart, sending tingles down her spine. Seeing you in person again, after months of longing, brought all the feelings she had tried to keep at bay rushing back without control.

She stepped closer to you to grab your hands, “I’m here to apologize.” 

"For what?" you inquired, your cheeks tinged with a shade of pink from the touch of her hands.

“For the post.”

“Jen, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yunjin took a deep breath, mustering the courage to share her most embarrassing secret.

"I have a finsta account where I rate the churros that I try," she confessed, looking a bit bashful. "And someone found out it was me running the account. My fans have been visiting all the places I posted about."

"You're the reason why I've been working my ass off this week?" you blurted out ridiculously.

"Yes," Yunjin whispered, hanging her head and still holding onto your hands. "I'm sorry."

You were silent for a few seconds, and Yunjin feared she had upset you. But then, you started shaking, and soon you were laughing uncontrollably. She was confused at first but couldn't help but smile as she joined you in a fit of giggles.

"You're so lame," you gasped out between laughs. "A churro rating account?"

"What?" Yunjin pouted, her nose scrunching. "I love churros."

You were once again captivated by this girl standing in front of you. In front of thousands of people, she was Huh Yunjin, the talented idol topping charts and taking home awards. But here, with you, she was a dorky girl with a cute smile and a loud voice.

“Do you want some?” You said, “I made a few extra today.”

Yunjin nodded enthusiastically, always ready for a few tasty treats. "I am really sorry for the trouble it has caused you," she said once you came back with a bag of churros.

"It's fine," you shrugged. After all, it wasn't really Yunjin's fault. She was just a woman who liked her churros.

"Let me make it up to you," Yunjin suggested, her eyes slightly closed in anticipation. “Let me take you out for dinner today.”

She had decided it was now or never, after months of thinking about you. She couldn't ignore her feelings any longer, especially after seeing your pictures all over social media with her fans calling you hot, bringing out her possessive side. She was lovesick, and the only cure was you. 

After what felt like hours, you finally said, "Sure. Let me finish cleaning up, and we can go."

Yunjin did her best to help with the cleaning, and within half an hour, you found yourself sitting in her car as she drove you to get, as she put it, the best pizza to ever exist in the world.  As the car moved along the city streets, you found it hard to tear your eyes away from Yunjin's side profile. The way she furrowed her brows in concentration, the slight tilt of her head as she listened to the music, it all felt incredibly endearing. You couldn't help but feel a strong attraction to her, and the desire to lean over and kiss her grew with each passing moment.

At a red light, Yunjin turned to meet your eyes with a soft smile on her lips.

"Whatcha thinking about, pretty?" she winked at you playfully.

Without thinking, you blurted out, "You." 

Both of you blushed at the sudden confession, and Yunjin cleared her throat, quickly averting her eyes. Fortunately, the light turned green, saving her from further embarrassment.

Inside, Yunjin's heart was racing with anticipation. She couldn't believe that you might feel the same way about her. Summoning her courage, she reached over and gently held your hand that was resting on your lap. The moment your fingers interlocked, it felt familiar and comfortable, as if you were meant to be together.

Yunjin's hand never left yours during the entire ride, not when she reached over to grab the box of pizza, or when you maneuvered your way to her dorm. You were worried about meeting her members, but she assured you that they were outside grabbing a late dinner. Oh, how wrong she was.

Eunchae had excitedly called her unnies when she saw Yunjin sneak out, and the group decided to wait for her in the shared living room instead of actually going out for dinner. They were so eager that they could barely contain their excitement when they heard the keys jingle to their dorm.

"I think we have some soda in the fridge. I’ll go grab them," Yunjin said as she gently pulled you inside.

"Can you grab some for us, too?" Chaewon suddenly said, scaring the wits out of both of you.

You quickly dropped Yunjin’s hand and hid yourself behind the taller girl, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention.

"What are you guys doing here?" Yunjin spluttered, slightly embarrassed at being caught.

"We wanted to meet Y/N," Sakura said slyly.

"Hi," you said shyly, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"Hello, Y/N. You are as beautiful as Yunjin described," Kazuha said, throwing a teasing smile at her unnie.

"So slayyy," Chaewon added, bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Guys," Yunjin groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She should have known her members would embarrass her like this.

"Okay, you met her. We’re going to go to my room now," Yunjin announced, attempting to lead you away from her teasing members.

However, Eunchae wasn't ready to give up her time with you just yet. She quickly bounded over to you and grabbed your other hand, using her maknae charms to persuade you to stay.

"But I wanted to watch a movie with Y/N unnie," the maknae pouted and begged you with her puppy-dog eyes.

Unable to resist Eunchae's charm, you looked at Yunjin before nodding and saying, "Sure. What movie do you want to watch?"

Yunjin groaned again, this was going to be a long night. 

The group ended up watching one of the Conjuring movies. You were cuddled up in Yunjin’s arms, seeking comfort and protection from the scary parts. It was amusing how Yunjin tried to pretend not to be scared and wrapped her arms around your shoulders protectively. You could feel her whole body shaking as she tried not to scream from the jump scares.

Under the flickering lights of the TV, you looked up at the girl you had met only twice, yet it felt like you had known her for years. Deciding to let your heart take the lead, you craned your neck and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Yunjin’s eyes nearly bulged out at the feeling of your lips on her face, and she felt her heart pounding even faster than the jump scares had made her feel. If this was heaven, she would die happy in your arms.

Giggling at the scene in front of her, Eunchae whispered loudly, “Yunjin unnie looks like a fish.”

The rest of the members quickly turned to look at Yunjin’s expression.

“You have it bad, Jennifer,” Chaewon said in English, sounding like a sorority girl. 

“Unnie’s always had it bad,” Eunchae shrugged, “Her post was like a lovesick schoolgirl.”

“Yeah, she even wrote a song for Y/N,” Kazuha agreed.

Curious, you asked Eunchae to show you the post on her finsta (much to Yunjin’s protest). 

Churros were a bit sweet: 6/10

The cute barista was even sweeter: 100/10

Would definitely fall in love with her twice, in every lifetime. 

I hope she felt the same about me.

Maybe if I write a song for her, she would know how I feel.

Attached to the post were a few photos of the churros you made for her. And in the last photo, there was a blurry picture of you standing by the counter, focused on making coffee.

You looked up at Yunjin, who was hiding her face behind her hands, blushing furiously at being caught. After all those months of thinking about this beautiful stranger and listening to her songs, you were over the moon to discover that she had written those songs for you.

“I’d fall in love with you more than twice.” 

[cevansbrat0007]

Hey Brit! Did Andy survive April fools this year, sans any fake spiders in his cabinets?? 💞

Warning: Fluff, April Fool's Day Shenanigans, Minors DNI

A/N: Takes Place in my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs appreciated.

I'm so glad you asked, especially since I didn't get around to writing a fic the way I had initially planned. Here's what happened:

As you might have guessed, April Fool's is a day that is near and dear to Baby Girl's heart. However, her loving husband, Mr. Andrew Barber, also made it known that he would like to have a spider-free day.

In fact, he actually made a point of emphasizing just how much he would prefer it.

And our girl, who is ever the doting wife, heard him loud and clear. Her poor husband did not want to be subjected to arachnids of any kind. And to be honest, she was fine with that.

But no one said anything about a possessed doll.

With her plan now in motion, she stopped by Target while out running errands to purchase this doll, along with some clear wire and some heavy-duty duct tape. Baby Girl was so filled with mischievous glee that she cackled all the way to the checkout lane.

After that, all there was left to do was wait. Although she did practice just a little. She watched a couple of tutorials and did a brief test run while the kids were out with Grandma. It took her a little bit, but once she got the hang of it she could hardly contain her excitement.

On the big day, Baby Girl knew she had to play it cool. Mostly because Andy woke-up feeling automatically suspicious, on account of the fact that he now has trust issues. All because of her.

It took a while, but by around 2:00pm in the afternoon, she had successfully lulled her Big Man into a false sense of security. So much so that he actually felt safe enough to fall asleep on the couch in his own home.

A rookie mistake.

While he was napping, our Girl quietly busted out the step stool and somehow managed to rig her demon doll to the ceiling fan without waking him. Next she grabbed the corresponding remote before retreating to her designated hiding place.

And then she called Andy's name.

It took a few tries, but the moment began to stir she turned the fan on low and waited to see his reaction. And boy, he did not disappoint.

As soon as that unholy doll began to "fly" around the room, Andy let out a positively terrified scream before trying and failing - not once, but twice - to scramble over the top of the couch before landing on his ass with a resounding thunk.

By the time their kids wandered into the room to see what all the commotion was about, it was to find their Mama laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. And once she managed to stop laughing long enough to explain her little prank to their brood, they got a kick out of it too. Junior and Rory found it especially funny.

Meanwhile, Andy was so put out by the whole ordeal that he didn't speak to his wife for the better part of an hour. Of course they made up later that night. But it doesn't change the fact that that poor man has officially had a new fear unlocked in the form of creepy ass dolls.

Thanks for the ask!

[insxghtt]

opposites attract — aemond targaryen x reader

You and Aemond were complete opposites, but he kind of loved it.

warnings: aegon being an asshole, mentions of blood, lots of fluff

this was based on this request. i have to say it again, english is not my first language so i’m really sorry if you find some mistakes here. anyway, i hope you like it!

Aemond was completely in love with you. Since the day that you walked in the castle for the first time, at 6 years old, complaining about the uncomfortable dress you father, Lord Lyonel Strong, made you wear. At that time, you were the only one who never made fun of him for not having a dragon. And when he lost his eye and nobody dared to look at his face, you were the one making him feel better.

“I look like a monster”, he said.

“Are you mad? You look like a fucking warrior, Aemond”, you smiled. “It is part of your history now and I think it’s beautiful.”

That was the moment he realized you were the one. He never said it out loud, but you were not stupid. The way he looked at you was very obvious, so you gave the first step.

He would never forget the day he took you to meet Vhagar. She was surprisingly kind to you. Aemond was smiling and it was impossible to hold back your urge to kiss his lips. So, you did. And since then, you two became something. None of you gave it a name, but it did not seem necessary. He was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.

Your relationship was a secret for most people, but it was clear that you two cared a lot about each other. Sometimes you wondered if he would marry you. You were not an heir to anything. A marriage would not be exactly benefic to his family since your father was already an ally to the Targaryens.

When you were 15, you decided you wanted to fight. Ser Criston Cole refused to teach you, so Aemond would come to you after every lesson to train with you. You fell in love with the adrenaline, so once or twice you’d sneak out of the castle to pick on boys your age. It was funny to see their faces when they realized they just lost a fight to a girl.

Aemond hated it. Sometimes you came back with bruises and cuts. You and him would have long arguments and in the end, he would just take care of the wounds so you didn’t have to tell anyone.

But it was too much for him when, at 16 years old, you came back with a black eye and a lip cut. He made you promise that you would never get into fights again and, well, you couldn’t say no to him.

By the age of 18, you were just as good as him when it came to fighting. The problem was that, even though you were very ladylike most of the time, some people like Aegon could make you so angry that you lost all your composure.

It was what happened that night. You were invited to supper with all of his family and, as always, Aegon was drunk. Aemond was holding your hand under the table, trying to make you feel more comfortable. It worked for a while. At least until Aegon’s comments were directed to Aemond.

“So, when are you going to find yourself a wife, brother?”, he asked. “Maybe you should start to look for a blind one. It will be easier to make her say yes if she cannot see you face.”

“Do not worry about me”, Aemond smiled, taking a sip of wine. “It must be already exhausting to worry about all your bastards outside these walls.”

You coughed, trying to hide your laugh.

“Aemond!”, Alicent scolded him.

“Forgive me, mother. I was merely expressing my concern for my dear brother.”

“I’m not offended”, Aegon said and looked at you. “It just seems to me that my brother’s whore has not been pleasing him enough.”

The comment made your blood boil. He was right there, calling you a whore in front of everyone, making fun of his brother, and nothing would happen to him.

Alicent slammed her hand on the table. “That is enough! All of you to your chambers”, she said but nobody moved. “Now!”

Her voice was loud and it made all of you stand and leave the room. You knew that the right thing to do was just to ignore Aegon’s words. But still, you were so angry that your cheeks turned red. As soon as the door behind you closed and Aegon turned away to walk to his chambers, you could not control yourself.

“Aegon!”, you called him, ignoring Aemond’s voice telling you to stop.

It was too late. Aegon turned around and all he could see was your fist. The punch hit him so hard on the nose that he fell to the ground. He took his hands to his face and saw blood.

Helaena got scared with the sound of the punch and ran back to the dining room. Aemond held your waist, stopping you from throwing another punch on his brother.

“Are you fucking insane?”, Aegon yelled.

“Insane? You haven’t seen me insane!”, you tried to wriggle out of Aemond’s arms, but he held you tighter, easily lifting you off the ground.

“What is this?”, the voice of Alicent made you stop but still, Aemond didn’t put you on the ground. She looked at Aegon, who was still on the floor with his hand on his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. “Who did this?”

“I did”, Aemond said and you looked at him surprised.

Obviously, it had been you. You were being held, there was blood on your hand. But Alicent couldn’t blame you, Aegon would never assume that he was punched by a girl, Helaena was your friend and Aemond would never snitch on you.

“What?”, you whispered to him and he put you down.

“Aegon was being an idiot, so I punched him”, he ignored you and kept talking.

“Is this true, Aegon?”, she asked.

Aegon just looked at you with anger and snorted. “Yes, mother.”

Alicent sighed and helped her son to stand up. She removed his hand that was covering the wound to take a look at it. “You just had your nose broken for being an imbecile. Congratulations.”

You wanted to laugh, but you were feeling too guilty to do so. You didn’t regret breaking Aegon’s nose, but you felt bad because now Aemond was taking the blame.

She turned to you and Aemond and you felt your body stiffen. “You two. Go to your chambers now before I change my mind”, you nodded and started to walk away. “And Aemond”, she called and you stopped next to him. “We will discuss this in the morning.”

He just nodded. You and Aemond walked through the halls of the castle in silence until you finally got to your bedchamber. Before you opened the door, you turned to him.

“You didn’t have to...”, you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

“I wanted to.”

You gave him a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be”, he said with a smirk. “That was quite nice to watch. You are getting better every day.”

You rolled your eyes at his flirty comment. “Your mother is furious, Aemond.”

“She’ll understand.”

“No, I promised you I wouldn’t fight like this again. I was impulsive and reckless and...”, you could not finish the sentence once again, because this time he shut you up with a kiss.

Aemond had the best kisses. They made you feel warm inside, it was like his lips were made to touch yours. First, he liked to put his hand on your neck, with his thumb touching your chin. Then, he gently pressed his lips against yours.

Aemond was always so delicate when it came to you that it was impossible not to melt. During the day, he didn't have much physical contact with you. Part of him liked that, because he could see how much of an impact just one of his touches had on you.

“You are perfect”, he whispered when he pulled away.

He was still so close to you and now his thumb touched your lips. For a moment, it felt like you were drunk, but you knew that it was just the effect that he had over you.

And then, suddenly, he turned and started to walk to his room, leaving you standing there. Your lips were parted and your eyes wide in shock. He was just going to leave?

“Is this some kind of cruel punishment?”, you asked.

All you heard was his laugh as he continued to walk away. You wanted to go after him and make him stay, but you were just too proud to do that. So, you just walked inside your bedchamber and spend the rest of the night thinking about that kiss.

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: I have been really into dark romance and shit, ever since I got that TikTok recommendation. I hereby present yakuza!Shinsuke Kita x Reader. Part 1/2

‘Shit. Shit. Shit! I am late!’, you curse yourself as you almost bolt out of the train, as soon as it stops and its doors open.

You accidentally ran into a lot of people, shouting quick apologies over your shoulder, still running to your workplace.

Thank the heavens for your stamina.

Finally arriving at the Tokyo Ambulance Rescue Station, you quickly run inside and each of your coworkers stops what they are doing to look at you.

Huffing and almost wheezing like you’re having an asthma attack, you step inside and head to the female locker room without looking at any of your coworkers.

Already feeling disgusted by your sweaty state, you change into your paramedic uniform nonetheless. 

Now in fresh clothes, you trot your way to one of the ambulance vehicles, seeing your friend Makima checking the equipment in the backpacks and making sure everything is filled up. 

Gulping in nervousness, you approach slowly.

“Glad you decided to show up. Almost done.” Makima tells you in a deadly calm voice. Makima is one of those people who despise being late, whether it's herself or someone she is waiting on. She is only a few years older than you but still your superior. Great, this is just your first month after graduating but you were so tired last night that you forgot to put on your damn alarm for the next morning. 

Not that this is an excuse, but your showing up is all that matters right?

With shaking footsteps, you make your way into the vehicle and start apologizing in a rant.

“Makima I am so so sorry, I promise it will never happen again!”, you frantically explain yourself, still out of breath.

The long-haired redhead briefly looks at you before bursting out laughing and you don’t know if this makes you feel better or worse. 

Giggling, she closes up the i.v. medication backpack and storages it back underneath the cabinet of the bandages. 

“(Y/N) don’t worry about it really, shit happens to all of us. No one is perfect and everyone here at the station was late once. Even me.” Makima explains and you can feel yourself being able to breathe easier already.

Just when you were about to reply to her, your beeper went off with a loud annoying peeping voice.

You run to the rack, where your black jacket with your name and the words T.A.R.S. are stitched into, and hop into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Reading the screen at the front, you groan at the message that the fire station has sent you.

‘PATIENT PROB OD, TROUBLE BREATHING, UNCONSCIOUS, UNRESPONSIVE ‘

It’s probably the troublesome homeless teenager Denji again. You have met Denji twice now. Once beaten up badly and lying knocked out cold in an alley where he was found by a couple of passengers. The other time you found him almost bleeding to death due to a deep stab wound in his thigh, which he explained he simply got mugged. 

Nonetheless, you press the buttons for the siren and the blue lights, while Makima steps on the gas to rush to the scene. 

The rush and adrenaline are running through your system, making your heart bounce in excitement. Saving lives in acute situations is your thing! It’s a working environment that always comes with new foreign things and patients. Each day is different, which is exactly what your brain needs. Even if you have to drive through the massive city of Tokyo, the different kinds of people and the stories you get to tell your parents sometimes, are worth their shocking and even disgusting expressions sometimes. 

Once you were called to a restaurant, in which a patient had an allergic reaction and went into a nonlethal anaphylactic shock. 

The patient told you that his date was so horrible, that he purposely ate onions, even though he is allergic to them. 

All just to get away from her.

Shaking your head, the logic of men never ceases to amaze you. 

Arriving at the scene, you see two people leaning over a young guy that is laying on the sidewalk. He is already turned to his side, making sure in case he needs to throw up, he doesn’t choke on his vomit. Mentally thanking these people for performing the stable lateral position on the unconscious boy.

You grab the mobile vital monitor and the backpack that includes material for giving an I.V. including meds and an infusion. 

Before Makima grabs the breathing and the medical suction pump, she turns off the siren but leaves the blue lights on. Pressing the lock on the car keys, the ambulance is securely locked. Unfortunately, people tend to break into ambulance vehicles and proceed to steal the medications.

Both women are rushing to the patient, quickly going through the ABCDE approach, and they manage to load him onto the stretcher after making sure he didn’t overdose. His heart is beating abnormally fast, his blood pressure is at 75/40 and when you shine a small flashlight to take a look at his eyes, his pupils are dilated.

There’s no doubt about it, that Denji got his hands on cocaine.

After giving him Adrenaline and Naloxone, his condition stabilises and Denji begins to stir.

Blinking his eyes open, a bright light immediately greets him and Denji swears he died. 

He feels incredibly nauseous and his head is spinning like he just went on countless rides on a spinning wheel. 

You hover over Denji’s pale figure, a vomiting bag already in your right hand. 

“Denji? Can you hear me?” You ask him in a concerned voice.

When Denji was about to answer, he rapidly sits up and snatches the bag out of your hand, and hurls right into it.

Rubbing his back in a comforting manner, you sit beside him on the stretcher.

Makima is giving a quick report to their station boss, before joining you in the vehicle.

The sight of Denji vomiting disgusts Makima, deciding to wait outside because she can’t stand the smell or sight of someone throwing up.

“Denji, I think we should really take you to the hospital, you’re only 16 years old, where did you even get this stuff?” You ask him in a worried voice.

“It’s none of your business, let me out! I need to go!” Denji snaps at you, beginning to stand up. 

You know you shouldn’t fight someone who just woke up from a drug rush, so you let him stand up.

Standing on wobbly legs, he places his hand against the vehicle wall to stabilize his balance.  

Breathing heavily out of his mouth, he was about to open the vehicle door when Makima already beat him to it.

Surprised that he is up, she moves to the side to let him step out of the vehicle.

Denji almost falls flat on his face and his pale face makes you even more worried about him. 

“Denji, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want us to call anyone?” 

“Stop acting like you fucking care about me. I am just a street rat. I don’t need your pity! Just leave me the fuck alone!” He angrily spits at you, like a moody teenager that got his phone taken away. 

Makima and you are watching him walk away, still unbalanced but both of you leave him be.

“You’re welcome by the way for not letting you die today!” Makima yells after him. Denji shows his middle finger up in response and continues to stomp away.

Sighing in defeat, Makima and you get back into the vehicle and you are making your way back to the station.

Giving the report that the patient refused to cooperate and come with you, you drive back.

The clock strikes 22:00 and Makima and you are finally free to change after the night shift has arrived. 

Farewelling Makima goodbye, you begin to walk to the train station.

Having your headphones in your ear, you scroll through your Spotify playlist and choose ‘Glitter and Gold’. 

You had a really busy day and barely had a chance to go to the bathroom. 

Entering the women’s restroom, you look up from your phone, and the sight before you freezes immediately.

Right in front of you stands a very tall guy with sandy-blonde hair, he has to be at least 6’1 and he is holding a lot of tissues against his arm, blood soaking each tissue.

The stranger holds a painful expression while putting pressure on his arm.

His muscled body is leaning against the sink, the blood on his upper arm dripping down right into it. 

Brown eyes rapidly look in your direction, his face shining with curiosity.

Chuckling nervously, he starts talking with his deep voice.

“Don’t scream, don't call for anyone. Just got a little scratch on my arm.” 

Blinking a few times at his wound, you slowly step towards him.

Your approach is making him tense, his non-injured arm moving to his side, where he holds a dagger in case you want to attack him.

“Your wound looks pretty bad. Don’t worry I am a paramedic, I can take care of that if you want to.”

The blonde-haired giant looks at you for a few seconds, making sure you’re not lying. 

After a few moments of tense silence, he nods unsurely.

Breathing out slowly, you awkwardly glance at the door and at him a few times. 

“Uhm. Just follow me then, I need to take a proper look at it. I have my materials at home so come home with me so I can patch you up properly.” You explain to him.

His eyes watch you carefully, hesitantly he nods and puts his maroon jacket back on.

“Do you have a belt or something on you?” You ask him as you both exit the public restroom. 

The tall stranger nods and takes off his belt to hand it to you.

Grasping the belt you begin to tie it around his arm, so the wound hopefully stops the bleeding until you both arrive at your place. 

Wincing at the tightness, he thanks you quietly.

As you both begin to enter the train, which is thankfully empty around this time on a weekday, you ask him what happened to his arm.

“Not that's yer business anyway, so I’d rather not say.” He avoids your curious look. 

“But that wound is pretty deep! You need to go to the hospital and get that stitched up probably.” You try to reason with him.

“I am serious. Drop it.” He snaps at you with an angry frown.

Accepting his request, you decide to drop it. 

With nervous hands, you glance down at the metro floor and wait in silence to arrive at your destination. 

Ten uncomfortable minutes later, you both arrive at the subway station that is close to your apartment.

Unlocking the door with your key, you enter inside and wait for him.

The blonde hesitates for a few seconds, glancing down the hallway nervously before deciding that you’re not a threat, and enters as well.

Gently closing the door, you urge him to follow you into your bathroom where your medical kit lies underneath the sink.

You direct him to sit on the edge of the bathtub and he complies without question.

“I need to see your wound properly in order to clean it up.” You tell him while putting on medical gloves and setting the necessary materials like the stitching materials, disinfectant wipes, and fluid, and scissors. 

He winces while rolling up his sleeve to present you with his injury. 

You start by taking a wet washcloth and gently dabbing it around the area, quietly apologizing whenever he hisses and flinches away from the touch.

As you are now able to see the injury better, you see that it’s actually a bullet wound, hence the bleeding was so heavy.

Shocked that he has this kind of injury, you remember that he doesn’t want to talk about how he got it. 

“Lift your arm please, I need to know if the bullet is still in the muscle tissue.“

He gives you an incredulous look since lifting his arm would only worsen his pain. Nonetheless, he complies.

Quickly looking around his arm you don’t see an exit wound, closing your eyes in pity for the stranger, you know what you are going to say next, definitely won’t be easy.

“Let me guess. That thing is still in there.” He looks to the ceiling of your bathroom with a tight smile.

“U-Uhm yes. I told you to go to a hospital. It needs to be surgically removed. I really recommend it Mr….”, you drift off as you don’t recall knowing his name.

He looks at you and realizes he’s never introduced himself to you properly. 

“Name’s Atsumu Miya, ya can call me Atsumu.” 

Later on, Atsumu enters the familiar door of the headquarters of the ‘Fox Den’ and lets out a heavy sigh.

The pent-up frustration from the fight with Karasuno, the pain, and the treatment that he had to bite through with you is making his body insanely tired from exhaustion. 

Nonetheless, he needs to give a report to his boss, the leader of the Inarizaki gang of Hyogo. 

Atsumu walks down the hallway that has multiple doors connected to it and since it’s awfully quiet, Atsumu guesses that most members are either asleep or away on missions.

Entering the lift at the end of the hallway, he presses the ‘5’ button for the conference rooms and where also the office of his boss. 

Swinging back and forth on his heels, Atsumu waits until the elevator stops and continues his path to the room of the leader of Inarizaki.

Once he arrives at his destination, he knocks first, before entering.

“Hey Kita, 'm back from the mission." The blonde says when he steps into the office.

A man who has silver hair with black tips in it, is sitting at the desk and he briefly looks up from his laptop with a stoic face, before looking down again, continuing to type something down. 

Ignoring the warm greeting of his boss, Atsumu plops down on one of the chairs in front of the desk and puts his arms behind his head to stretch.

Unfortunately, he completely forgot about the injury on his arm, immediately putting the injured arm down again with a winced hiss. 

The head of the gang looks at his trusted friend before a slight frown of concern decorates his face. 

“What happened?“ he asks in a calm voice.

“Oh, you know the usual. Just some fuckers from Karasuno in our territory and one of them fucking shot me.“ Atsumu explains while gently rubbing over his arm, feeling the wrapped bandage from you underneath his jacket. 

His frown deepens at the mention of their rival gang, the Karasuno crows, but listens quietly. 

“Do you need medical attention? Do you want me to send Ginjima or Riseki up?“ He continues to question him.

“Nah, I am good Kita. Got stitched up by this cute girl that I met while I was bleedin‘ out like a pig in a women’s restroom by the train station.“ Atsumu pulls his sleeve to reveal the bandage.

Kita glances at the bandage on his friend‘s arm, a mix between concern and anger but also suspicion haunts his face. 

He slowly gets up from his chair and rounds his table with slow steps, making his way toward the older twin.

The injured man looks at him with curious eyes while raising his eyebrow in confusion.

The silver-haired man stares at one of his most trusted right-hand man with a neutral expression and puts his arms behind his back.

“Tell me more about this mysterious medic girl.“ He demands.

Atsumu grins mischievously at his boss and begins to tell him about his fight to the encounter of meeting you. 

Yawning, you stretched out your exhausted limbs and climbed into your comforting blue soft blankets. The feeling of your head hitting the cushy pillow makes you sigh in bliss. It was a long day, first the rowdy patients, then getting vomited on by a drunk homeless person that almost overdosed, and then there was the injured blonde-haired stranger you met tonight. You’re not going to lie, it was a whole mountain of stupid to just invite a stranger over to your apartment. Anxiously, you remember, that he mentioned he didn’t want to go to the hospital to get patched up because he needs to stay anonymous. 

The only question is…

Why does he need to do that?

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone vibrates with a message. You curiously pick it up to see what the notification is. 

Eyes widening in shock and also a concern, you glance at your screen.

Unknown number

‘Thank you for taking care of my friend. I would like to repay you some time for your kind service’

[abiiors]

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 — 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒

✧ — 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

✮ a/n: we're entering sad girl hours beware. also you might see familiar characters in this one

✮ cw: mentions of smut, suggestive content, slut-shaming, physical fights

✮ wc: 3.3k

matty’s hips slam into her ass, and jules moans into the pillow. her long, wavy hair is fisted in his hands, as matty thrusts into her, rougher than he ever has. 

it feels good though—her body is on fire, sticky from sweat and burning with desire, but she can’t get enough of this, of him. once or twice she even bites onto the pillow. 

there’s no one in the house anymore, no one but the two of them, but jules tries not to scream loud enough to alert the neighbours. 

“wanna hear you, darling, please,” matty complains immediately. 

her heart sinks. darling… for weeks she’s not said a single thing against it, against his use of pet names despite it being one of their rules. but now she can’t bear to hear it, can’t bear to look at him while he fucks her. in fact, the last few times, they’ve had sex, she’s insisted they do it this way—him behind her, her cheek squished into the pillow. 

it feels better this way, she lies to herself and to him. 

truth is she can’t bear to look at him without making her thoughts fully known. 

he groans, pounding into her harder, and in spite of herself, she moans. she’s close now, about to cum for the third time tonight. 

“fuckfuckfuck,” matty chants, thrusting deep, and jules feels him cum. 

she clenches around him as his cock twitches, cumming with a cry of her own. her thighs burn from the strain and she practically collapses on the bed, utterly exhausted and completely drained 

matty’s not far behind her, he walks two steps to throw away the used condom and then slides behind her in bed.

“that was hot,” he breathes, sliding her sweaty hair away from the nape of her neck. for a second she’s scared he’s going to place a small kiss on her skin. but he only brushes her hair away further. 

“was i rough?”

“a bit,” she speaks in a hushed voice, still catching her breath, “but i liked it.”

her back is still turned towards him—she can’t face him just yet, not while she feels so vulnerable—but she can feel his mood shift. 

“is…” his voice catches a little, “is something wrong?”

“no, why would you think that?”

for a second he’s silent, and she wonders if he’s going to make her face him. jules just waits for him to speak, staring out the window at the crescent moon. 

“nothing, i—” he sighs, getting out of bed, “i’m probably overthinking.”

she finally turns to look at him then, schooling her face into a carefully neutral mask. he’s in the process of getting dressed, walking around the room completely naked while he looks for the clothes they tossed away so carelessly. she can’t help steal a few glances at his cute butt, at his back and tattooed arms, at his curls that are now slightly longer. 

a second later he finds and puts on his underwear.

“matty?”

he turns to look at her, jumping in place to get his jeans on, “yeah?”

like an idiot she stares—a bit mesmerised—at his stomach and chest and all that skin on display, skin that she has touched and caressed and kissed a million times. and yet she feels breathless.

“jules?” his voice brings her out of her stupid head. he’s grinning, she sees, smiling in a way that makes her heart stagger in her chest. “your head’s in the clouds. did i fuck you that good?” he asks, voice tinged with smugness. 

“don’t call me that again,” she responds. 

matty frowns, about to ask clarification, when she sits up and clutches the sheets around her chest. “‘darling’. don’t call me that again. we agreed on no pet names.”

“oh…” she wonders if his face falls then, at least she thinks it does. the spark in his eyes vanishes giving way to dullness. then again, she’s probably projecting it. 

“sorry, yeah, you’re right,” he mumbles quickly, putting his t-shirt back on. “won’t happen again.”

and that’s what she wants, isn’t it? no pet names? still, her heart sinks when he smiles at her, so much forced and fake this time. 

“good night, jules,” he gives her a little wave, already turning away.

when the door shuts behind him with a soft thud, jules wonders if that’s what disappointment sounds like.

jules: will you come over tonight?

it’s a week later that she’s in bed, bored and horny and missing him. no, she corrects herself, missing his body. 

a minute later her phone dings.

matty: can’t. i’ve got a movie night with cleo  matty: can’t miss that jules: cleo?

her hands tremble while she types the name. it’s unmistakably a girl’s name. another girl’s name. and he’s got a movie night with her which sounds unmistakably like a date night… 

their last rule echoes in her ears—if one of us meets someone, we end this immediately.

matty: oh shit i forgot to tell u abt her didn’t i matty: it’s all been so sudden matty: she’s a childhood best friend. just got back from new york and i want to spend time with her. it’s been so long without her

every words she reads makes her feel worse and worse. she’s not jealous, jules repeats in her head. she’s not, she’s not, she’s not. she’s just…disappointed that she can’t get laid tonight. yeah, that’s what is it… 

matty: wednesday? matty: if ur free? jules: i am :) 

but wednesday morning comes and goes without matty telling her what time he’s coming over. even as afternoon passes and the sun continues its descent west, jules gets no message from him. he’s just busy, she tells herself—busy with his job and music and busy with… with cleo. her stomach feels sour every time she thinks about the other girl. 

it’s all rather dramatic, jules tells herself, he can have female friends. it would be absolutely psychotic of her to be angry about that. and yet as evening turns to night and there’s no sign of him, she can’t help but feel it’s because he’s with the other girl. 

there are no clinks on her bedroom window, no bell ringing in her flat. no new messages on her phone despite how many times she checks it. 

not until practically after midnight anyway when she’s already on the verge of falling asleep. still, when her phone rings, jules jumps on it. smiling like an idiot when matty’s name flashes on the screen. 

“i am so sorry,” he launches into an apology the moment she picks up. “so, so fucking sorry, jules. i know i said wednesday, and then i got so busy with cleo, i completely forgot…”

a stone settles into the pit of her stomach. matty’s still apologising, explaining why he stood her up, but jules can barely hear the words over the blood rushing in her ears. 

he forgot about her because he was with cleo. 

“matty,” she interrupts him, voice as level as she can muster, “‘s alright. she’s your best friend, i get it.”

truth is she doesn’t get it. she doesn’t get how he could have completely forgotten to send her even a quick text to inform her he’s busy. even just a simple ‘rain check?’ would have sufficed. 

but now she looks at the clock, at it nearing half past midnight while on call with someone who couldn’t even be bothered to cancel on her properly, and all she feels is dirty. cheap. like she’s a thing to be used and discarded. 

“jules?” matty interrupts her train of thoughts and she realises he’s waiting for a response. 

“sorry the network’s a bit shit,” she makes an excuse. “can you repeat that?”

“i said are you free on saturday? i’ve got a gig and i want you to be there.”

in spite of herself, she smiles a little at that. any excuse to watch matty on stage is good enough for her. besides, she’s wanted to watch him properly for months now. watch him without running away. 

“yeah?”

“mmhmm.” there’s a smile in his voice. jules smiles too. 

“i’ll be there then, text me the address.”

“oh and,” matty interrupts just as she’s about to hang up. “we’re getting drinks at firebug afterwards. will you be there?”

“i will,” she agrees instantly. 

“good,” he sounds like he’s smiling ear to ear, “i can’t wait for you to meet cleo too. see you saturday!”

and then he’s gone while jules sits there like an idiot with the phone clutched against her ear. 

can’t wait for you to meet cleo…

of course, she’ll be there. of course she will. why did jules think otherwise?

saturday is dull until carly turns up in the evening to get ready for the gig. it’s a nice surprise, jules thinks. she’s missed her friend. she’s been way too alone in this flat. and sure she likes having her freedom and privacy, but jules is still grateful that she’s not a ghost haunting this flat for at least one evening. 

they get ready dancing to paramore hits and belting to classic arctic monkey’s albums. carly helps her with a smokey eye and jules in turn paints carly’s nails for her. mostly they talk. 

it fills her heart with warmth to see how much in love carly looks, how happy she looks while talking about the last few weeks. 

“how are things with nico?” she asks, picking through a whole box of lipsticks for the perfect shade she wants. jules freezes. 

“good,” she says, busying herself in picking a perfume, “casual.”

and it’s not a lie. they are good and casual—things with a boy who is certainly not nico. 

“and you’re happy with casual?” carly opens up the lipstick she’s picked and looks at jules in the mirror. 

“casual is good,” she nods. that is maybe a half-truth at best. 

still, jules refuses to look at carly, refuses to acknowledge her stare that she feels burning in the side of her face. jules knows she will give herself away the moment she looks at carly. 

“should we leave?” she mumbles, practically fleeing out of the bathroom to look for her purse.

thankfully carly drops the subject in favour of blasting songs on their way over. she’s driving, and so jules stares out the window, occasionally singing along to the songs blasting through the speakers just to appease carly. 

she’s even more relieved when the venue comes into view. 

carly drags her to the barricade the moment they get inside. she wants to be front and centre and jules can’t disagree. she wants to experience this properly, wants to see him in his element. 

while they wait for the band, carly taps her on the shoulder. 

“that’s cleo, i think,” she points to a girl only a little farther away from them, “matty’s best friend.”

jules’ heart sinks further. the girl carly’s pointed at is gorgeous. there’s no other way to put it. she’s tall and beautiful, in a tiny black dress that fits her like a glove. her shoulder length black hair shine in the dim lights of the venue. jules even catches the hint of a lip piercing. 

fuck. 

this is the best friend. she has never stood less of a chance. 

and yet when the first notes of piano blare over the speaker, jules instantly turns her attention back to the stage. 

she had planned to get herself a few drinks while watching them, just let loose for today. but watching them is simply mesmerising. 

she can’t stop staring at the way george hits the drums with utmost precision, how he’s always in perfect timing. she watches ross’s fingers move on the bass, watches him smile to himself when he gets particularly difficult parts right. she watches adam get lost in the music, how his whole body vibrates with energy with each strum of the guitar. 

and then there’s matty. 

on that stage, he shines in a way jules has never seen him before. he glows from within and basks in the light that is purely him. he moves like the stage is an extension of his body; a born performer, a natural frontman. she gets lost in his voice. he engages the audience, flirts with them and makes them laugh, then serenades them with the sweetest melancholy.

often he stares at jules, waving and smiling at her, and moving onto other parts of the crowd, moving onto cleo. 

jules can’t help herself. against her better judgement, she stares at the other girl. 

cleo has a camera in her hands, held up and trained on… on george? jules frowns a little, watching more intently. she clicks, takes one photo after the other, all photos of george. 

that is…interesting. 

“cleo, right?” jules is tapping on her shoulder before she can stop herself. “looks like your camera loves george.”

she burns with mortification the moment that sentence leaves her mouth. she had no business saying anything like that! what an odd thing to say to a complete stranger. and yet cleo looks like she’s been caught in a lie. 

“i don’t–it’s not…” she sighs, “it doesn’t.” 

her sentence is short and clipped. frankly jules deserves it. and yet something about the way cleo looks eggs jules on. “he’s really good though, isn’t he?”

as if in a trance, cleo nods. “don’t be shy,” jules continues, “he’s actually a real sweetheart.”

cleo’s jaw drops a little. jules, unable to just fucking stop, continues her word vomit.  

“and you know this…” cleo raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. 

“oh i hook up with matty sometimes, kinda friends with benefits if you wanna call it that,” jules recites it like it’s a practised sentence. 

“they’re roommates,” she continues, “we’ve talked a couple times when he’s caught me trying to sneak out in the mornings.” 

cleo says nothing. curiously enough, she grimaces though. and why wouldn’t she… jules wants to hit herself because she’s already crossed a million different boundaries. and so she retreats, smiling apologetically.  

“anyway, i’m sorry, it’s none of my business. i just got a bit excited.” 

cleo waves it off distractedly, mumbling a quiet thank you. 

“i’m jules, by the way,” she holds out her hand and cleo takes it instantly. 

“cleo,” the girl smiles. a real dazzling smile. 

jules gives her hand one last squeeze and goes back to watching the show, yelling out the lyrics with matty.

“you came,” matty cheers the moment he sees jules, “you came!”

her heart melts in her chest, and she can’t help but laugh along with his enthusiasm. the other three are just walking up behind him. they talk to each other excitedly and just like him, they can’t stop grinning.

“should we leave?” he murmurs, mouth so close to hers she can feel his breath tickling his cheek. “please, i—” he swallows thickly and she sees the desire in his eyes. for her… it’s for her… 

the cool air caresses her sweaty, sticky skin and makes her shiver in pleasure, the moment they step outside. matty holds her hand and pulls her behind him, and he still hasn’t stopped staring. she feels his eyes linger on every single inch of her body, on the dress she’s so carefully chosen for tonight despite knowing better. 

the next thing she knows, matty’s holding her against the wall as he kisses her bare neck. he caresses her breasts through the dress and makes her writhe against him. 

“kiss me,” jules pleads and his warm mouth is capturing hers. 

his lips are soft and electricity zings through her at the contact. he kisses with such reckless abandon that it steals her breath away. her fingers tangle themselves into his hair as she kisses him back hungrily. 

jules can’t care less about how public this is, there’s only him in this moment. she bunches her hands in his t-shirt and pulls him closer. he’s already so hard against her but his hands are so soft. his lips are so delicate but his kisses are nothing but hungry. 

she hears drunken laughter nearby, probably strangers going about their night. she ignores that in favour of feeling the wall dig into her back, in favour of feeling his thigh between her legs, brushing her clit. 

and then there’s a clap. one and then another and another. jules pulls away, freezing at the sight of max.

one look at her face and she knows he’s livid, probably the angriest she’s ever seen him. 

“are you having fun, baby?” his voice is cold and cruel. jules tries not to curl into herself, but her heart speeds up in her chest for all the wrong reasons. next to her, she feels matty straighten. 

“piss off, mate,” matty warns, his voice unlike she’s ever heard. “what she does is none of your business.”

“oh isn’t it, healy?” max sneers, ugly in the moonlight.

“max…” jules warns, “stop it and go, please.”

“look at you, juliette,” he tuts. jules reels back at the use of her full name. her stomach flips and she tastes bile. jules swallows thickly to get rid of the sour taste on her tongue. max just laughs like a lunatic. 

“are my sloppy seconds good, healy?” he taunts. jules knows he’s just trying to goad matty, he’s looking for a fight and she’s not about to give him that. 

“leave,” she says again, more confident than the last time. 

“shut up, juliette,” he barks at her, and before she knows what’s happening, matty moves. 

times slows for her as she sees him balling her hands into a fist, raising it, and then with a sickening crunch, it connects with max’s jaw. max staggers back and falls flat on the ground. he clutches his face and howls, pathetic and sad. 

“don’t fucking talk to her like that,” matty growls. 

jules doesn’t know what comes over her. all she knows is that she needs to get out of here before max gets up, she needs to get matty out of here. and so she holds onto him and pulls with all her strength. it takes a little but eventually she manages to pull him back into the venue, almost on the verge of crying and shaking with anxiety. 

“are you okay?” matty cups her face, so tender and soft it breaks her fucking heart. 

“you can’t do that!” she yells and brushes his hand away with much more force than necessary. “you can’t fucking do that!”

there are tears streaming down her face, salty, hot tears that clog up her throat and make it hard to speak but jules is determined and angry. 

“jules, i—”

“no!” she holds up her hand. 

matty looks nothing like he did just minutes ago. his face is full of confusion and anger and… and heartbreak, she thinks. he looks like he’s about to cry too. 

“when you do shit like that,” she continues, unable to control herself, “when you look at me like that and i don’t know fucking…protect me like that, it makes me want more!” 

she’s yelling now, her voice cracking and hoarse and echoing around the venue. 

“it makes me want things i can’t have!”

matty takes a step forward, his hand stretched out like he just wants to pull her into a hug. but jules steps away and out of his reach. 

“if you’ll just listen,” he pleads. 

jules shakes her head. “no, you listen,” she holds up a finger pointed straight at him. “you can’t make me want things i can’t have!”

roughly she wipes away her tears, still shaking. 

“this was a mistake,” jules mumbles. “this was a mistake…”

and then she turns away from him, not bothering to look back even once. she turns away and runs because she knows nothing good is going to come out of it if she decides to stay.

[moonybug444]

toxic!boyfriend connie who does not care!! even starts shit in front of his lil siblings :((

sunny n martin call you sissy🥹🥹n they call connie bubba!! tw both reader nd connie are lowkey abusive | name-calling | really toxic | reader may or may not be a cheater kinda left it at that.

you’re holding sunny’s tiny hand and adding the finally touches to her hello kitty themed nails, listening to her babble on nd on about this ‘cute boy from school’ n how her ‘hairs getting longer by the day’ n how shes just so excited to go shopping with you again.

you don’t mind though, in fact you love it. you’re glad she can pour her little heart out to you every once in a while when you come over. i mean she needs it, she’s technically always around boys. connie’s always got his friends over, n little martin—if not following connie around everywhere like a little puppy he’s at her hip yapping her ear off abt monster trucks and how he can do 3 pushups in a row now and as proud of him as she is, that’s definitely not what she wants to talk about.

she’s got a sparkle in her eye when you give her a cheery, ‘all done, girlfriend!’ and kiss her button nose.

she really does love you so much. she hates how mean connie can be to you sometimes.

no matter how much you try and hide it, she sees right past you. always giving you love filled hug.

connie’s walking in his little sisters room a beat later, little martin right by his side with his wolf plushy in hand. chubby cheeks dusting pink when he sees you. he’s just too darn cute. connies looking down at you n sunny sitting crisscross apple sauce on her frog shaped carpet with little nail stickers n gems scattered around.

“there you are,” he runs his hand over his tanned face, “been tryna keep ‘er all to yourself huh, sunny?” sunny giggles loud at that, popping up cheerfully n stomping over to connie.

“look what sissy did to my nails bubba!” she waves them in his face, cheeks clubbing up even more when she sees him look down at the nails, going into weird big brother mode.

hes grabbing her under her armpits and twirling her in the hair screaming that now shes ‘of the hello kitty royal family’ shes smiling impossibly wider and laughs along with martin and you.

you love how connie’s siblings excepted you almost immediately. moving from first name basis to the occasional nickname and then the sissy title fairly quick.

love how sunny’s always the first one to greet you when you step in their cozy home dragging you along, trying to spend all her time with you.

love how martin is always so much of a ‘gentleman’ to you—connie says you’re his first crush. you cant help but smile at that. ‘he’s always blabbing about you,’ connie’s mocks his baby brothers high pitch voice. ‘when’s sissy comin over connie, i wanna show her my new toy.’ and ‘m’movin away…gonna live with sissy!’

that should be enough for connie. enough for him to stop the name calling around them and the random arguements. turn on his filter at least a little!! but nope doesn’t matter when or where, when connie springer has something to get off his chest.

he’s gonna get it off n not think twice abt it.

>_<

connies laughing. laughing at you. it’s not genuine at all, he’s just trying to tick you off but it sure is working. you feel your face burning with every cackle that leaves his pink lips. acrylic nails digging into the cute mini skirt you've got on out of embarrassment.

he’s been going at it for some time now. you were upset because in the middle of chilling in the living room on the couch with sunny n martin—ponyo replaying on the tv for the nth time, he snuck up behind you, watching you scroll on depop looking at some new bikinis for a second before swiping it right outta your hand.

thinking it was just connie being silly, you ask for it back with a pretty grin on your face and a faux pout on your shiny plump lips.

but why does he look so mean? whys he chastising you for wanting your phone back? whys he embarrassing you and implying that you're a cheater in-front of his baby siblings?

because connie was bored.

‘why ya want it back so bad?’ he’s taking the hand not holding your phone and rubbing over his shabby overgrown buzz, putting on a huge smile for you before making a show of dropping it meanly. ‘got shit to hide?’

of course you don’t! you’re a lot of things but a cheater is certainty not on of them. and you tell him that.

he doesn’t listen though. pushes you down by the shoulders harshly when you try to reach up for your device and tells you ‘and stay down.’ like your some kinda dog or somethin. that’s the stuff that brings tears to your eyes.

>_<

hes not laughing as much anymore now. just letting out little giggles and trying to catch his breath. “you’re a crybaby. over a fucking joke. seriously are you—”

you keep reminding yourself that sunny n martin are watching. that you’re already a sobbing mess and you don’t need to embarrass yourself further in front of them. but all that goes out the window when hearing connie’s boisterous laugh grow louder.

“s’not about that connie! hic you-you dont fucking respect me…!” it’s true he doesn’t. you can tell he’s not even really listening to you right now, scrolling through the insta messages on your phone.

“not a fuckin cheater huh? what’s up with all the boys in your phone then huh slut?” he’s ducking the marc jacobs bag you throw at him just barely. there’s more tears pooling at your lash line. “don’ call me names you stupid asshole!” you're stomping over to him to do..something! you don't know yet, just know you wanna hurt him.

it takes a while for you to calm. connie has to hold you down after you’ve thrown half the shit in his living room at him n delivered one harsh slap to his face and scratching him up a bit. he’s calling you all sorts of names in the process. ‘slut, dumb-bitch, whore’ names that had sunny covering her little brother’s ears. it doesn’t help.

little martin’s brows are furrowed when his little sister jumps at a loud crash—its connie pushing you into the freshly restocked dishwasher, he looks up at his big sister, a pout on her lips and her little fists clenched and tucked to her sides.

connie tells them not to call anyone bad words. and if they do they’re reserved only for bad people. so martins confused.

“s’wrong sunny, big sissy’s not bad.”

>_<

you’re in connie’s room now, sitting on his bed watching him watch you. you look down.

you’ve calmed down but your still crying. connie’s wiping at your face and cooing at you. you feel your nails tighten in your skirt. he still has your phone—satisfied with the mini insta check he did—he placed it in the band of his boxers for now, he’ll check it better later. right now he needs to pacify his baby.

“s’just n-n-not fair hic connie..you take- hic take mine whenever, but hic m’not even allowed yours..” you’re nervous more than you should be, slowly looking up at his handsome face preparing for the worst. he’s already looking down, pulling you further in his lap. making sure to press a few kisses to your forehead.

“dont you ever do some shit like that in front of my siblings again,” he’s huffs, completely disregarding what you said. you wince when he’s tightening his grip on your hips and snarling at you, getting real close to your face, “all because you wanna be a fucking drama queen, you ruin the whole fucking day.”

you’re mad at him, so mad you cant help but start crying. again. you’re telling him how you didnt ruin the whole day..but your brains tellin you otherwise. theres snot coming down your nose when you tell him sorry and how you’ll never make a fuss about it again.

youre getting up heading to sunny and martin who are sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you n connie to come out the room holding hands like always.

but it’s just you with dried tears and a soft pout on your face. you’re bending down in front of them and they’re immediately pulling you into a calming hug.

>_<

you’re sleeping soundly in connie’s bed, pretty french toes peaking out of the big dark blue comforter draped over you. connie took a shower with you after completing ponyo again with sunny and little martin. you felt sleepy so he took you to his room and kissed you goodnight, promising your phone would be next to you when you woke up.

>_<

connie’s in the kitchen fridge door wide open with nothing but his plaid blue pj pants, drinking some of that good flavored coffee creamer n scratching the toned abs on his tummy, fully expecting everyone to be sound asleep. so he’s confused when he hears tiny feet running up to him followed by painless stomping on his sock clad foot. he looks down. oh, his baby brother.

he’s angry. little fist bunching up around his wolf plushy. trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“connies mean!” hes got tears in his eyes just thinking about it, “made sissy cry, s’not like a gentleman at all,” he puffs out. says ‘gentleman’ like ‘ganndleman’ and connie cannot take him fucking serious.

“alright,” he says it with a huff. lifting his wounded baby brother right off the ground, nd on his hip watching him thrash around. trying his best to hurt connie. “quit it.”

it doesn’t take long for the big boy facade to drop when connie’s rubbing his back and turning on ‘ponyo’ yet again. s’really the only movie he’ll watch. they’re chilling on the couch while martins’ sucking his thumb staring up at connie. connie’s used to his baby brothers weird habits. like staring at him 24/7 and gravitating towards connie every time he’s working out.

plopping his butt down on his brothers back when he sees him get in a push-up position.

“bubba why’d ya call sissy all those mean names,” he’s popping his fingers out his mouth, “said s’only for-for mean people..sissy’s not mean. sissy’s nice.” connie’s ruffling his head.

“s’cuz bubbas’ dumb sometimes.” he’s taking a breath. choosing his words carefully. “y’know i make mistakes too. (name) forgives me though so—”

“papa says that you learn from mistakes—”

“i have learned marty—” connie feels his brows getting pulled up.

“why do ya keep doin em them silly!” martins giggling at his brother. he doesn’t know how it’s possible—making the same mistake not once or twice but more time than he can count and still not catching up.

and connie doesn’t either.

[hockeyboysimagines]

Hello! I saw you're taking requests. Could you please write swayman x Reader with an angsty drabble using prompt

14."It's not what you think it is."?

Thank you!!!

My first Sway request! Thanks Nonny!

Enjoy🤍

He was definitely cheating.

You swiped at a tear and leaned back on your bed.

At first you gaslit yourself into thinking it was your paranoia talking. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d jumped to assumptions and ruined a good thing so you tried to control it. You talked yourself down every time you got suspicious and insisted to your brain you were looking at things the wrong way.

In the past, a complete meltdown and a fight would have been the first thing to happen. But those guys had been different. You wanted to be careful with Jeremy so you kept it to yourself, and for a while it had worked. But your resolve was crumbling and cracking a little bit each day.

The signs were all there.

In the last few months he’d taken a number of phone calls that he left the room for. At first you thought maybe it was just a private conversation. But by now the private conversations had started to happen sometimes twice a day.

Random changing and cancelling of plans. Once or twice wasn’t enough to raise any alarms. Things happened right?

But the final straw was when you were sitting in your favorite dress waiting for him only for him to call and try and move your date to later on, and then deciding to cancel it all together.

And then there was the email you saw. Purely an accident. You might have been paranoid but you weren’t intrusive enough to search through his phone. But when it dinged while he was showering you leaned to look at the screen and saw an email from someone named Sarah you wanted to rip the curtain open and confront him right there.

But what really sent you over the edge was the phone call. This time you’d been snooping but you wish you hadn’t because you investigated so hard you hurt your own feelings. You’d let yourself into his apartment unannounced which had never been a problem, and you had a key for that exact thing and he mustn’t have heard you. You however could hear him on the phone in his room so you quietly made you way and caught the end of a phone call you were probably not supposed to hear.

“She’s gonna be here soon so I can’t talk long.”

You felt your heart slide into your stomach as whoever it was on the other line answered and he responded “No she has no idea, and I wanna keep it that way for now at least. She’ll find out eventually and then we’ll go from there.”

A tear ran down your cheek as he continued “No I can’t do that time. If I cancel plans with her again she’ll start to get suspicious, and then everything will get all messed up. How about Friday? She works in the afternoon so I’ll be free. Sound good? Okay great. See you soon. Bye.” He hung up and tossed down the phone.

Now you’d had enough. With a loud bang you threw open the door so hard it hit the wall and he jumped, whipping around.

“What the f-“

“Free for what?”

He frowned “What?”

“Free. For. WHAT?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

You scoffed and pointed at the phone “What are you free for while I work in the afternoon? Some girl? Hmm?”

His went slack jawed and held up his hands “No I-“

“Save it. I KNEW it. I knew you were cheating on me. I’ve known for a long time, so spare me the denial I don’t want to hear it. Just tell me the truth.”

He shook his head and reached for you but you took a step back “It's not what you think it is."

“Oh yeah? Then explain to me what it is. You have 5 seconds.”

He loved to his beside table and opened the door, pulling a blue folder from it and sat down on the bed patting the space next to him “Come here.” He opened it and slid it to you “I’m not cheating on you, I’m doing this.” You looked at him confused as he continued “A vacation. A trip this summer for your birthday.”

You felt so dumb as you looked at the contents of the folder. Plane tickets, passport information, room number and excursion details. A surprise vacation that looked like he’d been working on for a while. You felt terrible.

“Jeremy I-I’m so sorry.”

Be he was smiling “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry for making you feel that way, I just wanted it to be a surprise is all. Guess I’m not very good at keeping secrets huh?”

“I shouldn’t have accused you.” He looked at your lap but he reached under your chin to pull up your head and look you in the eyes “It’s okay really. But next time just talk to me about it okay? I would never cheat on you. Now.” He handed you the booklet with a smile “Pick some things for us to do.”

[jamesunderwater]

Jily Microfic: An Unexpected Ally

@jilymicrofics - mar 31 prompt: irritable - words: 910 - AO3 link Summary: When James gets outed as trans by Snape, everyone starts treating him differently. Everyone except Sirius, Remus, and Peter, of course -- and, to his surprise...Lily Evans. Written in celebration of Trans Day of Visibility <3

James would never have expected Lily Evans to be one of his greatest allies.

When Severus Snape spread “the truth about who James Potter really is” across the entire Hogwarts student body, James had at least been sure that his fellow Marauders would have his back. The jeers and threats he received from Slytherins, unsurprising and unoriginal, hardly broke the surface of his thick skin, but the other boys hexed every single one of them all the same. When Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws he’d never even spoken to before started watching him more closely, their eyes invariably falling to his chest in search of something they wouldn’t find, Sirius would step forward menacingly and growl, “What’re you looking at?” while Remus or Peter gave James’s shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. The three of them could see his veneer slipping, no matter how much James tried to hide it. What broke him, though, were his teammate’s reactions. The two other boys on the team besides himself and Sirius, both seventh years, who had only ever treated James as an equal now hardly made eye contact with him. Meanwhile, the girls on the team seemed confused, somehow, about what they ought to call him or how to refer to him, as though his name and pronouns hadn’t been the same as long as they’d known him.

It seemed no one knew what to do with him anymore, no one but Sirius, Remus, and Peter – and, for some reason, Lily Evans.

Returning after a particularly frustrating practice, James collapsed onto one of the couches, ignoring how his wet uniform stuck to his skin. He didn’t have the energy to make it up to his dorm and into the shower. 

Sirius came to sit beside him, his uniform much drier than James’s. “So we’re just taking a quick five minute break before facing the stairs, then?” he asked, amusement in his tone.

“I can’t move, Pads,” James groaned.

“Yeah, running an extra twenty laps will do that to you.”

“I just couldn’t stand the thought of going back into the locker room with everyone,” he said quietly. James could sense the way Sirius’s shoulders fell without having to look at him. 

“Want me to kill ‘em? You know I’ll gladly commit fratricide for you.”

James snorted. “No. I can deal with their rubbish if it means we win the house cup.”

“Godric Gryffindor,” a voice cursed from behind them, and suddenly the unmistakable fiery head of Lily Evans appeared beside him. “Potter, you smell absolutely foul. Is there a reason you’re down here instead of showering? Or is it your goal to torment the entire common room?”

James blinked up at her, briefly speechless. It had been nearly two weeks since anyone other than Sirius, Remus, or Peter had spoken to him with any amount of normalcy. “Er–”

“Actually, nevermind – as your Prefect, I insist you go take a shower.”

This snapped James out of his confusion, the synapses in his brain brought back to life by the familiarity of their bickering. One of his eyebrows lifted and he snorted flippantly. “I don’t think forcing someone to shower is within your purview, Evans.”

She crossed her arms and stared at him defiantly. “Well, I certainly have the power to dock you points for making other students suffer.”

He let out a loud laugh. “By refusing to shower?”

“Yes – it ought to be a requirement for every teenage boy to shower twice a sodding day, with how you lot reek. But this is just egregious.”

James paused for a fraction of a second, trying to determine if she’d slid that comment in for his benefit – a pity present. He had a difficult time believing she seriously cared all that much about his odorous presence, but found it even more unbelievable that she’d have come up with all this just to boost his confidence.

No, that would be far too out of character for her. He decided her disdain must be genuine – which was just too rich not to toy with.

With a smirk he asked, “Well, how many points is my showering worth to you, Evans?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you’re so obsessed with getting me to shower – how bad will my punishment be if I don’t?”

She started to fluster, and he grinned. “I’m not obsessed with you showering, Potter.”

“Mm, you seem a bit obsessed with me showering,” he replied.

“You do seem a bit obsessed with him showering,” Sirius commented.

Lily huffed, and James thought he noticed a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. “Fine, then. Fifteen points from Gryffindor.”

“Fifteen?” James gaped.

“Merlin, Evans, you’re right desperate for him to shower.”

“He’s foul!” she yelled back, and the ‘he’ settled like a comforting blanket across James’s chest. She hadn’t hesitated for a moment. “That’s the only–!” She stared at them a moment, then muttered irritably, “Actually, nevermind.” She took a few steps over to the table behind them and started to gather her things. “I’ll just vacate the area.”

James laughed, rolling his eyes and standing. “Bloody hell, Evans, fine. You win. Keep the common room. C’mon, Padfoot.”

Lily glared at them as the two boys passed her. “Thanks for the lingering odor, Potter.”

“I’ll be thinking of you as I’m scrubbing clean, Evans!”

His head buzzed happily as he climbed the stairs with screaming thighs. 

Lily Evans had yelled at him, just like always.

Who would’ve guessed she’d be such an ally.

[twilightsleepjunkie]

One Hard Pill to Swallow

Emmett was the most collected of all the Cullen children but he wasn’t calm or collected right now.

“Carlisle–”

Carlisle pressed the phone against his face and stepped out of the Emergency ward, into the hallway. His ears pricked as he listened to her screams in the background. “Is Esme hurt? Emmett, what’s wrong with her?”

“I don’t know,” Emmett spoke through his teeth. “That’s why I called you. Is today special or something?” Emmett could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen her break down. Usually it had something to do with her baby, but Emmett couldn’t think of anything that would have upset her like this.

Carlisle ran through the family calendar in his head, it wasn’t an important day that would set her off like this, it was just a normal Friday. “Where is she?”

“We’re at home, I didn’t want to leave her alone.”

“Stay where you are.” Carlisle demanded, already heading for the locker room, he’d hang up his coat, pass off his patients and be out the door. “I’ll see you in ten-minutes.”

—

Exactly eight-point-five minutes later, Carlisle’s Mercedes screeched to a halt in the driveway, and 2 seconds after that, he was inside the house. 

Something was wrong. The unnatural, suffocating silence emitting from the house, set him on edge. 

 Of the entire family, Emmett was the least likely to need him for anything, ever.  

“I can’t get her to come out and I can’t get in without breaking the house.” Emmett pointed towards the staircase. “She got quiet and in this house, that’s never been a good sign. She slowed down as soon as I called you.” 

There was always sound coming from Esme’s art room. She played soft classical music on the stereo system while she painted and when she was throwing pottery, 1960s love songs floated through the house. She was never loud, but there was always some level of sound coming from the room.

Then suddenly, there was nothing. No music, No gentle humming. Just silence, deafening and uncomfortable silence. The largest part of her breakdown was over.

Carlisle darted up the three flights of stairs, sliding on his heels when he reached the door to his wife’s art studio. He listened closely, waiting for some indication that she was in there. 

“Esme,” Carlisle called her name softly through the antique door and knocked twice before trying the handle. As expected, the glass knob wouldn’t budge. “May I come in?” 

He waited for a beat and heard the quiet snick of the lock and the door swung open.

Newspaper clippings were scattered across the hardwood floor, Carlisle had to step around them. He stooped onto the floor and grabbed one, but every headline said the same thing. Small Cemetery on the outskirts of Milwaukee: Land Reallocated’

“Oh no.”  

She’d moved to the floor for the extra space to spread out her research. Esme subscribed to all of the newspapers from the various towns the family moved to. It padded the recycling, helping them blend in with the rest of the community. 

What she’d found in Wisconsin, broke her. She wanted the floor to open underneath her so she could drop into the hole, allowing the uncertain aching darkness to swallow her whole and she would disappear.  She would never have to feel this kind of pain again.

When she finally spoke, “He’s gone.”  The hoarse whisper came from the corner of the room. Esme had wedged herself between the corner of her drafting table and the wall. She was hiding and still so afraid to take up too much physical space. Carlisle suddenly remembered the last time he saw her like this. Though it had been nearly 8 decades, the memory burned bright.

A year after her change, on the exact one year anniversary of her son's death Carlisle found her in the small coat closet, knees bent to her chest, dry-sobbing into a pillow so she wouldn’t be heard. Somehow, this was worse. Esme worked to keep the memories of her baby, they were so tightly intertwined with her vile first husband that she couldn’t think of one without the other.

The angular window cast a pathetic ray of sunlight over her head. A broken halo, over his angel. 

“Why are you here?”

“Emmett called.” If Carlisle’s heart could still move, it would have lurched into his throat when he saw her like that. 

“Carlisle–”

He cut off her argument and dropped down on the wood floor beside her. “You’re not alright.”

Though there were no tears, dark makeup smeared on her face and her hands. The collar of her shirt was torn and shallow pale lines marred her chest where she so clearly aimed to claw out her own heart. Folding himself into the small space with her, he pulled her into his lap and slid his hands over hers, holding them in place so she couldn’t reach for her chest again. With vampire strength, and Esme’s pristine manicure there was a real danger of her hurting herself.

“The city.” She choked out into the side of his neck. Chest heaving, hands shaking against him.

“Shh…” He stroked her back. “I got it, now.”  The evidence on the floor was all the information he needed.  

“They turned my baby’s grave into a parking lot!” The words tore out of her mouth in an angry hiss. Saying it aloud cemented the fact that her child’s final resting place was gone. She’d outlived her son, twice. 

The desecrated grave stood as a tangible reminder that in this semblance of a life, there was no place for fairness. Their never ending existence meant that they would always be the last people standing, while everyone around them died. It was the curse that came with immortality. 

Carlisle pressed his wife against his chest, helpless as she convulsed in his arms. Her hands clawed at her chest, screeching like steel on granite. 

“Stop trying to hurt yourself.” Carlisle locked her hands in his keeping them still. “Hold me,” he guided her hands to his shoulders and curled her fingers around either end of his scarf.  

 He held her tight as apologizes and pleas for forgiveness slipped through her sobs as she gasped for air and trembled.

“I left him there-”  

Carlisle knew there was no sense in reasoning with her, she didn’t need to be told that staying in Milwaukee would not have helped her son. Esme’s anguish couldn’t be reasoned away, it bubbled up like a pus infected boil needing to be lanced. 

“You’re forgiven.” He whispered into her hair, “I promise he forgives you.”

Sitting up slightly he grabbed the handmade quilt from the desk chair and covered her with it.  “Jasper.” Carlisle depended on Jasper’s enhanced hearing. “Help me.”  

 Carlisle kissed her hair, bereft of anything useful to do. All he could do was try to offer comfort. “I’m very sorry,” his words were not hollow, but she couldn’t hear him. Not really. “Both of you deserve better than this.”

 After nearly 80 years of marriage, he’d learned that sometimes all he had to do was shut up and hold her. Today was one of those days. The long-buried pain ran bone deep and he had no hope of ever truly alleviating her suffering. 

Her voice was frail when she could finally speak again. “My poor baby. I’m sorry.”

Carlisle, for the first time in a century, wished he could drug his wife. As a doctor he would’ve given her a xanax and put her to bed. But she needed this release and drugging her because it broke his heart seeing her so upset, would be selfish.

A minute later, Jasper was in the doorway. “You rang?”

“Can you make it easier on her?” She needed the release, he didn’t want to take it from her completely. “Calm her down gradually?” 

“I’ll try.” Jasper sat on the floor in the doorway, concentrating on Esme. A few seconds later, her breathing slowed and she’d stopped shaking.

“Breathe,” Carlisle pressed his palm against her chest, his fingers smoothed over her sternum as her eyes fluttered open. “Nice and slow.”

“He’s gone.” She blew out a breath, the hollow feeling in her chest weighing her down. “For real. He’s completely gone. What am I supposed to do, Carlisle? Leave flowers at a truck stop!”

“We’ll find another way. I promise, we will find a way to remember him.”

“That grave site was supposed to be permanent–suddenly–it’s not. He’s not here anymore and I don’t know how to do this.”

  “We’ll just  have to find another way…” he insisted,  but he couldn’t come up with a solution at the moment. The Cullens rarely stayed anywhere longer than a few years. Who could have foreseen that the little gravesite with the stone placard and  concrete angel wouldn’t be around for the next hundred years? 

He lifted Esme into his arms, letting her head rest on his shoulder, her breath tickled the side of his neck.“Mind your head, My Dearest,” he gently extracted her from the small space and held her against him, his long legs eating the short distance to their bedroom. 

****

“My poor boy,” the whispered words faded into the low light of the bedroom. The plush mattress dipped when Carlisle sat beside her, moving her hair out of her face. One finger ran back and forth against her cheek.

“His poor mother, too.” He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there.“I’ll be right back.”

Before she could ask where he was going, Carlisle was at her side with a warm, wet washcloth in hand. Carlisle was no stranger to washing wounds and all he could do was hope that Esme’s would start to heal.

“What are you doing?”

“You have makeup all over your face,” he explained, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear where it had slipped from her ponytail.

“Oh.” 

Carlisle washed the makeup from her eyes, he moved down the bridge of her nose and  droplets of water drifted down her chin were the closest she would get to real tears.

“Does it even count?” A shy, timid question that Esme didn’t want to hear the answer to.

 “Of course he counts.” He moved the cloth down her cheek, ever so gently;  slowly chasing the dark streaks of makeup that melted off her face. “You held him in your body, kept him warm, safe and well fed. You loved him because that’s what a mother does.”

“Not well enough.” She choked, still teetering on the verge of emotion. “Not long enough.”

“It’s not your fault.” He didn’t know what happened to her son, but he knew Esme to be certain that she’d had nothing to do with his death. 

“It was only three days.” There wasn’t enough time, she didn’t kiss her boy’s face enough times or watch his feet draw up when he slept. She didn’t get to read to him or even take him outside and let him feel the sunlight on his face. It wasn’t enough time, enough life to count herself as his mother.

“Joseph is your little boy. You nurtured him and loved him for as long as you had him, that doesn’t change.” He’d moved to her hands now, tenderly washing between each of her fingers and across her palms.

His hands slipped down her neck, barely grazing the nearly invisible self-inflicted wounds across her chest. 

“Let me take a look.”

“It’s fine,” she tried to pull away but his hand on her shoulder held her in place.

“No, Esme.” He turned on the bedside lamp and retrieved his doctor’s bag from beside the bed. “It’s not fine.” He insisted, angling a penlight so the light shone across her chest.  

“Carlisle please–”

“Answer the question, please. Does it hurt whilst I touch it?”

“N–” She sucked in a breath when his fingers prodded against her collarbone and down her chest.

“That would be a ‘yes’” He answered his own question, continuing to palpate the area.  “Please stop trying to hurt yourself.” There was no question she’d cut herself. A long jagged line stretched across her breastbone, over her unbeating heart.  

She didn’t deserve the pain and trauma of her human life. Now, her only tie left to that life was gone. 

****

When he was finished and the ruined makeup had been washed away, Carlisle laid down beside Esme, holding her close.  Her tangled curls falling across his chest. It was his fault for not keeping up with the gravesite. Carlisle knew he should have made it a priority to take Esme back to Milwaukee. The harrowing arrival of their grandchild and subsequent need to gather every vampire they’d ever had contact with; to confront the Volturi, took priority. Still, he should have made more of an effort to preserve the cemetery. Esme and Joseph did not deserve Carlisle’s negligence.

 Mere words of apology couldn’t fix this, she would tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Without another comment, she’d kiss him, comfort him while she was the one in dire need of tenderness, and drop the subject completely. Esme wouldn’t hold a grudge, she didn’t have a mental rolodex of his mistakes filed away for ammunition to use later. She would just forgive him.

Carlisle didn’t want to be forgiven.

“Lay back,” he pressed one hand behind her head, angling her face away from his, giving him a clear look at her chest. 

The venom washed up his throat, coating his tongue and he bent forward, sealing her wounds with his kiss.

[alotofpockets]

Get your hands off | Leighton Murray

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Request: I would like to request a leighton x reader story. I maybe want the vibe with you touch her i will end you vibe? Maybe at a party and some drunk party people? Ir not that is totally okay:)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption.

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1k

The Theta end of the year party was buzzing around you. Dancing, drinking, Santa suits, talking, music, it was the party of the year. You were focused on getting the next ping-pong ball into Kimberly and Lila's cups on the other side of the table. So far, you and Leighton were behind by two cups behind. You didn't mind though, you were having fun, and Bela, Whitney and Jocelyn, getting louder and louder while cheering you on made winning or losing less important. Your ball bounces right into a cup and Lila takes the drink. Leighton puts her hands on both of your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. 

Inevitably you lose the game, but you couldn't care less as Leightong wraps her arms around you, while you watch as people play a game of beer pong. When your cup is empty, you offer to get drinks for everyone in the group. You head to the bar and order the drinks. While you wait, you feel someone nearing you, just someone that wanted to order a drink too you thought. That is until the person presses up against your back, and puts their arm around. You hadn't seen their face yet but you knew for sure that it wasn't Leighton. 

You turn around and out of their hold. It's one of the Theta guys, you don't remember his name, but you remember seeing him with Nico once or twice. You can clearly see that he has had too much to drink, so you calmly tell him to leave you alone. He didn't seem to care for what you said as he reached his hand forwards and took a hold of your wrist. He started talking, not actually making much sense since his words were so slurred, but you did not feel safe. You tried to pull out of his grip, but he wasn't letting go.

Whitney looked in your direction to see if you needed a hand with the drinks, but when she saw the guy holding onto your arm, accompanied by your panicked face, she hurried to your aid without saying a word to the other girls. They look after her confused until they see what Whitney is looking at, they quickly follow behind. 

Whitney was telling the guy off but he still wasn't listening. Then Leighton steps in, she stands in between you and the guy, she puts her hand around the arm that he's holding you with, and speaks her words in a loud and angry voice. "If you want to keep your arm, I suggest that you get your hands off." She says while squeezing his arm more. Leighton's raised voice got Nico's attention. He takes a quick look at what's happening and rushes over. He steps behind the guy and pulls him away, "What the hell, Ben?" He questions as he pushes him away from you. "Clay, take him outside and make sure that he leaves." He calls over to a nearby friend. 

He turns around and sees Leighton hugging you tight. He steps to your side, "Y/n, I am so sorry. This was not okay. Why don't you and Leighton go to my room for a bit while I make sure he's gone?" You nod and Leighton guides you upstairs. She leads you to the foot of Nico’s bed and sits down with you. She lets you cry into her chest while she rubs her hand soothingly over your back. Once the tears subside and you wipe them off your face, Leighton asks if you’re okay. “Yeah, I am. I was just so scared because he wouldn’t listen or let go.” You could see on her face that she was doing everything in her power to hold back her anger. “Just say it, I know it will make you feel better.” You smile slightly, your girlfriend was very protective, which you loved, of course. She takes a deep breath, “Okay, yeah, I know you don’t want me too, but I would murder him if you asked me to. No questions asked.” You lean into her again, “I know you would, and you’re right, please don’t. I’d rather have you by my side than having to visit you in jail.” Leighton gets a sly smile on her face, “But you would visit me?” You roll your eyes, “Of course I would visit you. You’re stuck with me.” Leighton always knew how to distract you in order to calm you down. 

With a soft knock on the door, Nico enters his bedroom. He hands you both a bottle of water, “How are you doing?” You tell him you’re okay and take a sip. “I am so sorry that this happened. Man, if I would’ve seen him outside still I would’ve killed him.” So, apparently that anger runs in the family. Leighton responds, “I already offered and it was declined.” You all laugh. “Thank you, though, Nico.” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Of course, you’re family.” You stand up and hug him, as you try not to cry. “Oh, and just so you know, we are kicking Ben out of Theta, and we’re banning him from all Theta activities.” You nod and thank him again. 

“Alright, it’s getting late. Let me walk you both back to your dorms.” Leighton tells him that he doesn’t have to, but Nico insists. When you walk downstairs you see that the girls are waiting for you at the bottom. You smile at them appreciatively and head to the dorms together. You felt safe surrounded by all these people that you trust, and were glad that you had a group of people that had your back. 

Leighton walks next to you and interlaces your hands. “Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want you to be alone.” You squeeze her hand, “I don’t want to be alone tonight either, so yes please.” 

You thanked everyone before going to Leighton’s room, the emotions of tonight had drained all your energy. Leighton handed you some of her clothes to wear to bed and joined you. You fell asleep with your head on her chest and her arms protectively around you. 

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[asraxfile]

Hi,can you do 1,2 and 54 for Yuqi but can the reader comfort her during a rainstorm since I remember she’s scared of rain and thunder :((

Comfort For The Night

sypnosis comforting Yuqi during a thunderstorm !! genre fluff, comfort warnings rain, thunder, Yuqi is scared of thunder, established relationship scenarios no. 1 resting their head on the other's shoulder and no. 2 listening to each others heartbeat dialogue no. 54 "It's just rain word count 0.4k

A/n: I really didnt know Yuqi was scared of thunder though I tried to make it as accurate as possible. Ty for requesting and enjoy^^

Through the summer season there are barely any wild rains or thunderstorms, but that doesn’t mean that at least one won’t happen. As you drove in your car from work, it started to drastically rain. Though you were close to your apartment, you were still worried about one thing and that was Yuqi. 

Ever since you know about Yuqi, she has always been afraid of thunderstorms and what she feared even more was being alone while the storm was happening. You hurriedly took your things from the car after parking and hurried inside the building. A little rain soaked your clothes, but that didn't matter now. 

You entered the elevator and pressed the button to the 3rd floor where your apartment was located. You were holding the apartment key so tightly and your heart was beating so fast. ‘I hope she’s okay…’ you furrowed your eyebrows at the thought. Raising your head you feel the elevator stopping and slowly opening its door. You hurried to your front door as you knocked on it. Yuqi and you made a secret signal by knocking on the door so you know it's not someone you don't know. 

No answer. Furrowing your eyebrows in worry even more, you took the key and unlocked the door as you stepped inside. There was no light in the rooms, only lighting from the storm lit up the presence occasionally. Looking around there was no trace of Yuqi or even a sound except the pouring rain. "Yuqi?" You called out her name softly, but there was no answer. The place felt peacefully quiet and your chest tightened with worry. Quickly, you walked through the rooms, checking the living room and kitchen, but she wasn’t there.

Then, you noticed the bedroom door slightly opened. Walking up to your shared bedroom you softly pushed the door open as you found her curled up on the bed. She was holding your favorite pillow tightly against her chest as she laid on the bed, facing the window. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and you could tell she was trying to ignore the heavy storm. Her fear was almost unbearable to watch, and it made your heart ache.

"Yuqi," you whispered gently, walking closer to her. Sitting down next to her as your hand brushed through her lower arm softly. She opened her eyes at the sound of your voice, her expression softening just a little. Without thinking twice she immediately pulled you into a tight embrace. 

She buried her face in your chest, her body trembling slightly as another thunder fired. Gently smiling, you hug her back as you rest your head on top of her head, letting Yuqi listen to your heartbeat. It was one of the things that could calm her down during these types of events.

"It's just rain," you whispered softly, trying to soothe her. Your hand stroked her hair, and you could feel her start to relax, even if just a little. Step by step, you will be there for her until she’s finally relaxed completely. "I'm here, okay? You’re not alone." Your grip on her back tightened slowly. 

She didn't say anything, but you felt her nod against you. Swiftly, she shifted, laying her head on your shoulder. You could feel her breath against your neck, calming down now as she listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing. The storm outside might have been loud, but when Yuqi was in your embrace, everything felt right. You stayed like that, holding her close, letting her know she was and always will be safe with you.

[sinfulstarskitten]

BlackPink House 1 (Smut)

| Black Pink x male reader || 18+ || Kinky || Foursome || Bisexual ||

| Reader is sent to live with the Blackpink members for a week, only to realise he's been sent to fulfil their sexual desires.

| pt. 1

You were wary when your team leader told you you'd be managing all the black pink members on their vacation that winter.

It wasn't often that a male manager was given a free vacation in a little house with four sexy idols. Heck it wasn't often that black pink themselves ever got a vacation.

But a whole damn week in a cabin in the hills? Cut off from the rest of the world? Damn this was both amazing and weird at the same time.

Either way, you were excited at the thought of spending some time with the girls. You've only managed Rose for a Paris event before, and been in meetings with Jisoo twice. Both girls had a body you could fantasize about for days.

Your favorite member was Jennie after you came across a fan cam of her shaking her ass in a tiny little skirt at a concert. You had that video saved in the darkest corner of your phone.

Brushing the horny thoughts off your mind, you pull up your car up at the little house. It was a modern, sleek thing with glass walls that overlooked the mountain scenery. (You noticed one of the bathrooms was fully glass too, which meant if you went on a morning walk, you could see one of the members showering.) It was supposed to have four bedrooms, which meant two members were gonna be sharing just so you could have a room to yourself. It was situated on the top of a mountain, a painful 5-hour drive from the nearest town. You were all on your own for the entire week.

The members should have arrived that morning, driven in by an experienced tour guide after their sightseeing tour of the nearest towns. You expected there to be party lights and loud music as you approached the house, but it was dead quiet. Maybe they had all fallen asleep? It was only 10 o'clock at night.

Hesitantly, you knock on the door. No one answers.

You push the door open to find it unlocked. You step inside.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

The house is dark as you're answered with silence. You could make the dark outline of the living room, no doubt lavish and luxurious if seen in daylight. You hear a soft sound, and you look up to see that the kitchen lights are on.

"Hey? I'm your new manager. Is anyone there?"

You walk into the kitchen, catching a glimpse of familiar blonde hair. You smile and prepare to call out Rose's name, but freeze. She has her back turned to you, and under her feathery blonde hair, she is topless.

And in her arms, kissing her roughly and fondling her chest, is Lisa.

"Girls what the hell?" You gasp out loud. Rose turns towards you, lips parted as Lisa opens her eyes in annoyance. You expect them to cover up and scream or do something, especially with Rose's soft milky breasts on full display but… they just grin.

"You must be our gift," Lisa says seductively. Her long black hair is a mess, covering her bralette top, and reaching her little black skirt.

"No." You avert your eyes from the two. "I'm your manager for this week, and it's gonna ruin the kpop industry if the company finds out what I just saw here."

Rose gasps, and you look up at her to see if she finally understands the weight of the situation. But to your surprise, she squeals in delight.

"Y/n Oppa? I knew it was you!" She claps excitedly, causing her boobs to bounce up and down. "I can't believe they listened to my request and sent you! This is the best gift ever!"

Your face turns red as you shake your head vigorously. "Are you girls listening! You could-"

"The company knows," Lisa says in a bored tone. "Everyone does, except you I guess. You probably don't even know why you're here from what you're saying."

You frown at her words. "What do you mean?"

Lisa approaches you calmly and sets a hand on your chest. "You, Mr. Manager, have been chosen to be our fuck toy."

[pippytmi]

Hey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your wonderful Kacy fics. I've been reading and rereading them during this very sad post-cancellation time. I would be so glad if you could write another one with this prompt from your neighbors AU list: "You live in the apartment above me and your water pipe burst and is flooding into my apartment ..."

The first sign of disaster is, inevitably, the distinct lack of the pipes groaning in the walls.

Kate doesn’t think twice about it at first. All she cares about is washing the grime of the last double shift off her body, and it's a quick enough process that she barely registers that the water pressure is weaker than usual. Besides, her mind is firmly elsewhere; her RDOs are this weekend, and she already can’t wait for the longest sleep of her life (along with a bad movie and some cheap wine to kick it off).

But just as she begins to towel off her wet hair, a loud clank rings out from somewhere beneath the shower. The sound of rushing water follows, but curiously, nothing leaks—in the end, Kate decides to text the landlord to mention it. She certainly doesn't plan to spend her evening investigating.

Then she hears the first scream.

In an instant, Kate rushes back into her room to grab her gun and badge, unable to stay away from the possibility of someone in trouble. She identifies the scream as having come from somewhere downstairs, takes the time to clear the hallway with careful, precise steps in an attempt to locate the source.

“Motherfucker,” comes a loud curse from apartment 512, followed by a few frustrated bangs against the wall, and Kate slowly approaches her target.

“Hello? Is everything okay?” she calls through the door.

“Just peachy,” says the occupant from 512, voice dripping with sarcasm. The door swings open to reveal an…umbrella. “Except for the fact that everything in my apartment is melting.”

“Melting?” Kate lowers her gun, confused, until the umbrella shifts and a beautiful stranger blinks up at Kate quizzically.

“You're not maintenance,” the woman says. She looks vaguely familiar the way all of Kate’s neighbors do, but she eyes Kate up and down with no recognition in her own gaze. “If you're here to rob me, I have absolutely nothing you want.”

It's only then that Kate realizes holding her gun with no uniform is the worst idea she has ever had. “Oh no, I'm…I'm a cop,” she says, hastily clicking her gun’s safety back on and tucking it into her pants. “I thought you might be in danger.”

“I am in danger,” 512 says, “of drowning in my own apartment. Fuck my entire life, I guess!” She has obviously been crying—mascara smeared halfway underneath her eyes—and Kate feels a pang of sympathy.

“Is there any way I can help?”

“Unless you can magically shut off the water in this building, I don’t think so,” the woman says sorrowfully. “This is all 624’s fault.”

Kate does a double-take. “What?”

“The dickhead who lives upstairs,” 512 says. “Whatever they did, they broke my ceiling.”

“All I did was take a shower,” Kate says, perplexed, and 512’s jaw drops.

“You’re the dickhead?”

“I just live upstairs, I didn’t do…this,” Kate gestures to the water steadily dripping onto the carpet. “A pipe must have burst somewhere.”

“And all over my new couch,” the stranger sighs, obviously resigned. “It’s not supposed to get wet. It’s dry-clean only.”

“Your couch is dry clean only? How does that even work?”

“Okay you are in no place to judge, 624,” 512 scoffs. “Your shower has destroyed everything I own.” She raises her umbrella higher, and Kate has to step back before it pokes her in the eye. “I want it on the record that I don’t consent to being searched.”

“I’m not trying to search you,” Kate says. “Oh my God. I just came to see if you needed help.”

512 narrows her eyes. “Tell me your name first.”

“Kate.” When Kate is met only with a pointed, raised eyebrow, she gives more: “Katherine Whistler. Do you need my badge number, too?”

“Well it would certainly help,” the stranger says, painstakingly typing every digit into a text message that Kate only gets a glimpse of. “I need my guy to check you first. You know how it is, I’m sure.”

“...right,” Kate says. “Listen, um—”

“Lucy.”

“Lucy,” Kate repeats. “Is there any way that I can help? Not as a cop or anything, just…as a concerned neighbor.”

Another sigh, Lucy’s breath quivering like she might cry again. “No. My apartment is now a watery graveyard,” she says. “I’m going to have to sleep on the floor.”

“Did the pipes burst everywhere in your apartment?” Kate is now officially concerned. “Even on your bed?”

“My couch is my bed. This is the worst day of my life.” Lucy pouts, entire lower lip jutted out as her eyes grow wet and glassy, and Kate swallows hard.

“Do you need somewhere to stay tonight?” Kate finds herself asking. Maybe it’s guilt—maybe it’s because she genuinely wants to help—or maybe it’s just how Lucy’s pretty eyes go wide when she makes the offer, but Kate doesn’t take it back. “Just until maintenance, you know, fixes everything.”

“Seriously?” Lucy squints at Kate dubiously. “You would do that?”

“Sure,” Kate says, with only about 75% certainty. “It wouldn’t be any trouble.”

(And so, that is how Kate’s night officially morphs from staying in to entertaining the attractive neighbor from apartment 512).

Lucy has obviously dressed for a night out—a tight, sparkly dress, dark curls blown out, high heels strapped up to her ankles. In the aftermath of her living room being enveloped in water, though, Lucy doesn't seem to be in any hurry to go anywhere.

“Thank you,” Lucy says once she has accepted a blanket to wrap around her shoulders, sitting small and sad on Kate’s couch. “Maintenance got back to me, but apparently it's going to be a while.”

“That's fine,” Kate says, and her eyes flicker again to Lucy's outfit. “Were you planning on going somewhere tonight? I can drive you.”

“Mm, kind of.” Lucy leans back, closes her eyes briefly, and the corner of her mouth twitches like she might smile. “I was going to play poker. Actually, I was going to crash my friend's poker game and embarrass him a little, and then probably gamble away my dad’s money.” She cracks open an eye. “That's not an admission of illegal activities, by the way.”

“I see.” Kate clears her throat and does the only thing she can think of: change the subject entirely. “Do you want some tea? I have chamomile, chai, earl gray…”

“Earl gray tastes horrible,” Lucy says, opening both eyes now, and she smiles ever-so-faintly. “I would love a cup.”

So Kate makes two mugs of earl gray instead of opening a bottle of wine, and she turns on the TV to watch Sex and the City instead of her movie because Lucy had perked up when she saw the title, and it's…actually not bad, having some company. Lucy does not mention wanting to go to her poker game, and Kate doesn't ask again.

“I’m not keeping you from any wild Friday night plans, am I?” Lucy whirls around to stare Kate down as she poses this sudden question, likely making her own appraisal of Kate’s outfit.

Kate can only imagine the story her sweatpants and frayed tank top are telling, and it makes her cheeks flush. “No, this is it,” she says. “I mean, the most adventurous thing I planned was maybe ordering pizza.”

“Pizza isn't adventurous, it's basically its own food group,” Lucy gasps, whipping out her phone in a flurry. “I'm ordering you one. Is Hawaiian okay?”

“Sure,” Kate agrees, hiding her grimace into her tea. “Do you want to change into anything more comfortable while we wait? I can lend you some clothes.”

Lucy shakes out her hair with a tired shrug. “That would be great,” she says. “If you really don't mind…”

The pizza comes just after Lucy finishes getting dressed; she emerges tying her hair up, pajama pants unraveling down her right leg as she curses and tries to roll the ends back up. Kate has to blink rapidly and look away before she can get caught staring.

“Is there anything else you need?” Kate shifts over to let Lucy join her on the couch, and Lucy happily obliges, sitting cross-legged to balance a paper plate on her knees as Kate opens the pizza box.

“Nah, I'm good. But thank you, seriously, for this. I wouldn't have had anywhere else to go.” Lucy has washed all the makeup off her face, and when she takes a bite of her pizza, sauce smears onto the corner of her mouth. “My parents would completely cut me off if I told them the only piece of furniture I own is a couch.”

“Is that why you sleep there?” Kate says. “You don't have a bed?”

“I’m…still kind of moving in. Or I was,” Lucy says. “Bed frame shopping is very serious. I can't make that commitment yet.”

Kate picks the pineapples off her pizza and resists the urge to laugh. “So when will you be ready to make that commitment?”

“Whenever my heart tells me,” Lucy says with a knowing smile which means she's absolutely kidding, and this time, Kate does let a huff of laughter escape. “You'll have to give me some pointers.”

“I don't think I'm qualified. I bought the first one I came across,” Kate says.

“You did not,” Lucy feigns horror. “Never mind, Katherine Whistler. You seem like you have very poor judgment. For one, you keep your apartment unnaturally cold—”

“It’s 65 degrees?”

“—then you pick furniture with no sense of love—”

“Is that really a good metric for picking a bed frame?”

“And I’ve been watching you not eat the pineapple on your pizza this entire time,” Lucy finishes.

Kate guiltily takes a bite of her pure-ham-and-cheese slice. “I don’t really like pineapple.”

“Then why’d you let me order it?” Lucy asks laughingly, not with any frustration in her voice, just pure curiosity; Kate can only shrug her shoulders in response.

“You’re my guest,” Kate says plainly, and tries not to think too much about the fact that Lucy has moved closer so their thighs are nearly brushing now. “It would’ve been rude if I said no.”

“Hmm,” Lucy says, and absolutely nothing else. Then: “So this is just you being a very thorough host.”

“...yes,” Kate says, nearly posing it as a question, and Lucy smiles with her tongue between her teeth.

“As a bonafide Texan, I would commend your Southern hospitality, but something tells me you’re not Southern. Let me guess—Delaware?”

“Close, actually,” Kate says. “D.C.”

“A D.C. girl opening up her home to damsels in distress,” Lucy muses. “Is that a cop thing? You just take pity on any stranger in need?”

“It’s…more like I’m just a sucker for pretty girls who call me a dickhead,” Kate says, taking the chance that Lucy has been moving closer and closer for a reason (and hopefully, not because of the supposed temperature of the thermostat). 

Lucy beams, her entire face overcome with shy delight, and Kate barely manages to keep breathing. “Careful,” Lucy says, “I might test you to see how far you’re willing to go.”

“I think I can handle it,” Kate says, meeting Lucy’s gaze head-on, and Lucy bites her lip coyly in a way that surely means challenge accepted.

And so Lucy moves again, this time so they’re pressed side-to-side, and uses the excuse of, “It’s getting colder in here, I think. You’re going to have to keep me warm.”

“Anything to be a good host,” Kate plays along.

Lucy sets her empty plate on the coffee table and casually mentions, “And it’s getting so late. You know, if you were planning to go to bed anytime soon.”

Kate almost has a heart attack on the spot. “It is…late,” she says haltingly. “And you should take my bed. Um, to sleep in.”

“Just to sleep in?” Lucy raises an expectant eyebrow.

“Well, it—has many functions,” Kate says, and Lucy's hand falls warmly over Kate’s.

“I guess you're going to have to show me,” Lucy says, batting her eyelashes, and Kate is powerless to do anything but nod.

“Definitely,” Kate says breathlessly—holds the word like a promise—and knows in that moment she is a complete goner.

(But what a way to go.)

[ashwhowrites]

FD part 3

Never proofread

⚠️angst ahead

The fans adored Eddie with Y/N. All her fans were amazed that she admitted to being in a serious relationship, they all knew there had to have been something so special about him. But Eddie didn't feel one thing that was special about him, he was a fake.

Whenever they were alone he could ignore his crimes, just be lost in how amazing their small little world together felt. Hiding in the darkness of her room, under the sheets where no one knew a thing about them. But once they stepped outside, the cameras were there, the questions were loud, and the papers were writing. Anytime he saw them on the cover of something he was reminded how bloody his hands were. The same hands he used to touch her in such a delicate way.

His heart raced with love when he got her all to himself.

His heart raced with anxiety when he shared her with the world.

Their relationship blowing up kept Zack buzzing with anticipation. Eddie tried to ignore his calls, running away from the crime scene he created for himself. But Zack only cared about the money and the fame. Dragging Eddie back into the mess whenever he tries to escape. Reminding him of the exact reason why he even got to be with Y/N in the first place.

She was perfect in so many ways. She'd wake him up with kisses all around his face, offering they stay in bed for hours. She'd get them coffee for their trips to the studio. She'd help him co-write his songs, and help him with the producing.

Whenever he get frustrated, she was right there to help. When he was overworked she'd make him dinner and cuddle him to sleep. She was always there to take care of him, and he felt so loved.

But everything was a lie.

~~~

She had an interview to boost their song together, Eddie watching from the sidelines as she talked with a huge smile on her face. She looked so happy to be up there and talking about their relationship.

And the fan noticed.

His whole Twitter feed was covered in that interview. Everyone tweeting how in love she looked, how happy she seemed, and how everyone was so happy to see her in a relationship. She and her fans were family, and they welcomed him in.

~~~

Zack was eating it up, watching Eddie's streams rise. Eddie Munson was now a well-known name.

The couple has now been together for a year

But the fans were getting too comfortable. They were eating up the love songs, but Zack needed their name all across the media again. He needed big headlines, he needed the drama.

~~~

Eddie finally met her dad, the man who could give everything he ever dreamed of.

"Just relax, he's going to love you," Y/N promised, holding Eddie's sweaty hand as he nervously ate away at his bottom lip.

Eddie held his breath as Mike Pettson opened the door. Eddie felt star-struck, barely feeling the floor beneath his feet.

"Daddy!" She squealed, releasing Eddie's hand to wrap her hands around her dad.

Eddie's heart was pounding. He was meeting the man of California, not for his music, but because of his daughter. He was starting to feel sick, the guilt eating at his insides. He was getting closer to the flame, at any second it would turn on him and he'd burn alive with his lies.

"...this is Eddie!" Once Eddie heard his name, he snapped back into the world. Wiping his hands as he went to shake Mike's hand. Mike smiled and gave Eddie a hard grip.

"Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you and your music," Mike said

Eddie tried to contain his excitement, Mike Pettson has heard of his music. But the excitement dropped looking at the beautiful girl smiling at him.

The dinner went amazingly. Mike talked about taking Eddie under his label. Eddie didn't think twice about saying yes, ready to sign the deal.

When they were heading out the door, Mike pulled Eddie aside. He felt worried he might have said the wrong thing at dinner but Mike was smiling at him.

"She's never brought anyone home to me, you must be pretty damn special. And I'd be honored to have you on my label, son."

~~~

Eddie spent his morning with Y/N, as he always did. Making breakfast in the kitchen together, burning pancakes left and right. He loved starting his day with love and laughs. He has never felt this happy.

"How is the relationship going?" Zack asked, Eddie walked in with his coffee from home. Another management meeting to attend.

"Oh my god, so good, man. She's incredible " Eddie gushed

"perfect she'll never see it coming!" Zack cheered, clapping his hands loudly, causing Eddie to jump.

"See what?" He asked

"The break up"

"Wait I don't want to break up with her!" Eddie panicked. He didn't want to lose her, he loved having her around.

"And you didn't want to date her at first but look how that turned out," Zack argued back

"It's been a year! I've done everything you wanted. My name is out there. I'm selling record after record. I've done a tour. I've made it. Why are we still doing this? Can't I just date the girl I love and be done with your stupid plan?" Eddie snapped, standing up as he breathed heavier.

"Stupid plan? Don't forget I am the only reason you have a career. You were nothing before me. I got you in the spotlight. I got you the girl with the famous daddy to get you over the top. It's not my fault you were stupid enough to catch feelings for the girl. You knew all along that it was a setup. You are using her, that's all you were meant to do." Eddie hated that Zack was right.

"What about Mike? I just got on his label like a week ago, if I break his daughter's heart, don't you think he'll just get rid of me?" Eddie tried to reason. He didn't care if Mike took him off. He just needed a reason to keep Y/N with him, he couldn't look at her and break her heart.

"He can't. You signed with him for a full year, he can't touch you. I'm not an idiot Eddie. You are stuck in that deal, perfect time to break up. You've got a huge girl fan base. These girls love you and drool over you. A single rockstar is what the world needs. Girls need to think they have a shot with you. Dump her and let's move to the next step" Zack said, throwing out the plan like there would be no consequences to anything. It would be just so easy.

"But what about all the fans that will turn on me? The ones who were so shocked she got into a relationship. Now I'm supposed to drop her out of nowhere? Right after the media released me having a label with her father? They will eat me alive." Eddie tried to reason again.

"That's perfect too! Think about it. You break up and it's going to break the internet. The little pop star's heart is broken for the first time. She's gonna write her best work. And everyone will know it's about you. People who don't even know you two will hear the impact of this breakup. They'll get invested. Then they will sit and wait for your turn to drop your album. And that will be your next big hit right there! It's perfect. Even if they hate you, your name is still in their mouth" Zack wasn't letting it go, and Eddie knew he was fucked.

"I hate you Eddie Munson."

Zack and Eddie's heads both snapped to the sound of a new voice in the room.

Y/N standing there, tears in her eyes as she stared at Eddie and Eddie only.

Eddie panicked, how long was she standing there?

Before he could say anything she turned and ran out of the room.

"BABY WAIT!" he yelled, already running to be on her trail.

He raced into the parking lot, slamming the door before she could get in the car.

"Let me explain." He panted out. She could see all the worry in his eyes. The shakey breaths from his lungs.

He hated how hard her eyes were, the same eyes he saw when he met her. Nothing of love or softness swirling in her eyes anymore.

“So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it? You are just like everyone else. Hungry for fame and don't give a single shit who you hurt. Fucking used me to get to my dad? Played me like a goddamn idiot so you could have your name in the stars." She spat out, the anger was clear in her voice. A tone Eddie never heard her use.

"No, it was real! I liked you the second you bitched me out. I want to be honest with you. Please just let me explain everything." He pleaded.

"I don't care what you have to say. Because I will never believe another word that comes out of your mouth. I finally thought I found someone who liked me for me. Not for my name, not for my fame, and not for my dad. But those were the only things you cared about me for. You knew who I was all along. You acted like you were learning things about me for the first time, but now I know you were pretending through everything." He hated the way her voice shook throughout every sentence. The tears flowed down her face but her eyes stayed hard.

"I do like you for you! I fell for you. It started as a plan to get known, yes I'm not going to deny that. But you are way more than that. I loved learning everything about you. I love you, just please give me a chance to fix this. I didn't mean to hurt you, or make this hard."

"It's not supposed to be easy breaking someone's heart Eddie." She sighed, cleaning off her face. She didn't believe anything he said. She didn't believe he loved her or that he had any real connections in their relationship. It was all a game. And a game she played too many times n

"Is there a way I cannot break it?" He asked

"No, I already fell in love with you. But that doesn't matter, right? Well, the world knows your name now Eddie. Guess you don't need me anymore huh? Congratulations, enjoy the contract with my dad. I hope you are happy, and got everything you wanted." She spat at him, one last glare as she shoved him away from her car.

Not wasting a second to get in her car and drive out of the parking lot.

Eddie looked around, luckily no paparazzi caught the interaction. He fucked up, but he didn't want her looking so vulnerable to be on the cover of everything within an hour.

He got where he wanted to be, and it was fucking lonely.

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