#haylee talks too much

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hii!

Would you do a Rafexfem reader?

8. 'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.'

Friends to lovers.

And would you add me to your tag list for when you upload?

Yes of course! I'll add you to the taglist too- would you like to be on it indefinitely? I've got a TON of Outerbanks stuff coming out within the next month :)

"How's it going, Y/l/n?" My eyes roll immediately at the familiar voice, Rafe rounding around the corner of the family bathroom to step in front of me, blocking my view of the distant party.

"What do you want, Rafe?" I huff, crossing an arm across my chest while sipping prettily from my red cup, alcohol flooding between my lips seamlessly.

"Jesus, the sass. I don't want anything." He grins handsome, stepping up to me so he can lean against the brick wall beside me. His arm is brushing mine, the touch sending electrocuting shocks down my arm and I can tell he notices it too when he looks down at me with a teasing expression.

"I hardly believe that you came over here just to say hi."

"Well, maybe I just wanted to see how you were doing." His scoff makes me angry but not in the way that I'd like to be, a particular sort of frustration filling me at his boisterous and arrogant attitude.

"I really don't like you Rafe. I don't know where you got the idea that I do." I admit but I'm lying through my teeth, my heart aching painfully in my chest just at the words.

"I really don't believe you." He whispers, leaning in close enough to me that his nose brushes against mine. "You're smiling under that scowl."

"I'm not smiling." I bite back the grin the best that I can but to no avail, a pained laugh leaving me as he smiles proudly of himself, happy to have pulled a reaction from me. "I hate you."

"Oh I bet you do." He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side and I let him with a tired grin. It took him nearly the three hours that the party was up and running to actually come up to me and talk to me, which, has to be a record at this point.

"Stop making fun of me, alright? I'm fragile."

"Alright, baby, I'll stop." The nickname that escapes his lips sends heat rushing south and my eyes widen, gaze frantically looking up at him. "You wanna dance?" He asks, ignoring my shock and taking my drink from my hands to chuck in without my permission before extending a hand out to me.

"With you?" I smile warmly, not expecting the gentle, almost wholesome question from someone who's created so much chaos. I just take his hand as an answer, a bright grin slipping across my lips as he leads me into the sand.

"I told you, you don't hate me."

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[pentagonieslut]

24/7

kinda shitty...i apologize..i tried but idk.

oral sex, fem body, brother's one of many bestfriends, biker!chris, badboy!chris, little sibling of a bad boy, eating out, face sitting, partying, cheating by an ex, chris blitzers

24/7 - Haylee joe

you pounded on the door of your brother's dorm, crying from your heartbreak from your now ex. it didn't help that you were in a mini dress and it was pouring outside, you were drenched.

falling onto your knees and crying even harder, you pounded on the door even harder, screaming his name out loud. "jinhwa!" you sobbed loudly, the sound of four different pairs of feet thudding inside the apartment as the door yanked open and a shocked gyeongseok quickly dropping to your level and hugging you tightly.

junyoung had ran to the kitchen to make you a cup of tea as wooju prepared the shower for you, chris going to make his room comfortable enough, and jinhwa storming out only to soften at the sight of you sobbing hard. getting you to enter the apartment and use the towel to dry off and drink the tea, you cried again as you drank the tea, walking off to take a shower.

while the boys were in the kitchen drinking tea waiting, jinhwa's anger could be felt as he brewed over what could have possibly happened. "don't overthink too much bro, we have to get the story from her first." chris said calmly as he looked towards his shared room, the door now closed. "how about i talk to her first to cheer her up?" jinhwa nodded as chris walked over to the room and knocked on the door, slipping inside quickly.

as chris smiled at you, you returned the shaky smile and tears filled your eyes again. hugging you tightly, chris sighed. "i told you that you didn't need a dumb newbie biker boy. you have your brother and us. he probably couldn't stop talking about how fast it is compared to a maserati and how he souped up the 'baby' with a chrome extended exhaust, a decal, and it's comparison to your brother's kawasaki."

giggling and calming down, you nodded. "to the T." you said as chris released the hug and dramatically sighed, falling back onto the bed. "how are we going to tell your brother? he might kill the poor guy before we finish blinking." laughing even harder you shrugged. "i don't tell him anything really for a reason."

sitting on the couch with 12 eyes staring at you intently and the inclusion of the 'judgement beer' that sat in the middle of the coffee table, you sighed and looked down at the blanket.

"i walked in on him eating out some girl who said she was his girlfriend. she showed me the messages where he had told her she was better and that they've been dating a month after he got with me. so basically, he was screwing her behind my back. now he's mad at me for catching him eating her out on my fucking couch i bought.. oh and he told me i was too dumb to know anything about cars or bikes. also told me that if a female rode a motorcycle and wasn't just the backpack, it was so "butch" of them.." you trailed off as sya covered his shocked gasp.

"he...ate another girl out? in front of my sister? butch?" jinhwa started getting angry as the air changed and the six males chuckled. "don't worry. he's going to try to join my bike club soon." chris said as you shook your head. "i'm going home." you mumbled after you finshed your third cup of tea, making your way back to your apartment.

a few weeks had passed and you were still moping around a bit, the sadness still hitting you as you ate your second bag of gushers. chris had been over several times on behalf of your brother who was busy with his soccer championships.

chris had let himself into your apartment and sat on the couch opposite of you, his sudden thoughts of how hot you looked in his hoodie taking over him as he studied your body. clearing his throat, you looked up at him as his eye smile and gummy smile donned his face instantly. "to make you feel better, how about you hang with me and my bike club? you're protected by me of course."

thinking for a bit, you nodded after a bit of hesitation. a shock factor for the school of seeing you hanging out with bad boys wouldn't hurt too bad.

so that's what happened. a week later, you were walking from the main building to the mechanic shop your brother owned, only to see chris with his vape up to his mouth and leg crossed over the other as he leaned against his bike with the rest of the crew, watching for any signs of you. "walk any slower and i'm ditching you with your brother!" you heard chris shout, causing you to run over quickly and pant a bit from the sprint you just did.

laughing, wooju shook his head. "i don't know if i would like to see you get your ass kicked by jinhwa hyung." grinning chris looked over at the younger. "he can't get mad at me. his sister is under our protection." shaking your head, you hugged the two with a grin. "so who lost the race?" groaning wooju held out his wallet. "at least leave me some money to go see the strippers." placing you to sit on his bike, chris turned with a raised brow. "bro you have got to stop going to the strip club. you waste more money on that than you do on video games." snickering, you looked at wooju. "she makes me call her noona by the way. sway does. sway noona said she was going to stop at my place tonight to cook some food for me." wooju's eyes lit up at your statement and he smiled. "anything you want on me for a month."

you laughing at wooju's excitement and chris taking a deep puff of his vape, he sighed. "you two should be siblings instead..the influence of us" he mumbled at what he knew was soon to come chaos.

"now that you're not dating that boy, you can wear the clothes you actually like." chris said as the two of you had sat on a park bench eating ice cream, graciously bought by wooju who was on his way to his dick sucked by his not so sneaky link.

"i can but then you don't want me to be harassed by the boys." chuckling he nodded. "that's true. want to go clubbing tonight? we can have some fun together and you won't get caught by jinhwa drinking." snorting, you playfully glared at the older. "i only get caught because the rest of you are so bad at keeping him away or timing his arrivals." rolling his eyes, chris stood up and held a hand out for you to grab as you gave him the last bit of your cone, not wanting it anymore.

eating the cone from your hands, chris pulled you behind him a bit and glanced back at you. "that's your ex with his friends right?" he asked in a stern voice as you looked around his arm and nodded. "yeah, that's him. why is he coming this way?" shrugging chris chuckled and watched as kian walked away. "advantages of having a mean brother and best friends." he said cheesily as you laughed and he kept you close to him as you made your way to get dressed.

the two of you were partying it up and getting drunk. chris was taking shots and winning every bar game he was asked to play. you were on the dance floor and drinking from the peach ciroc bottle you had shown your boobs for.

noticing how shit faced you were becoming, chris had gotten up and came behind you, a hand snaking to your waist as he danced with you and you leaned into his touch, a grin appearing on your face. "please don't dance any harder..literally." he had whispered as you giggled. chris only hoped that you would forget what you had done when you woke up in the morning.

next thing you knew, you were dragged out of the club, sobered up, and sitting on chris's bed. "you can't be going that hard." he said in frustration as you tilted your head to the side. "what did i do?"

"you flirted with so many guys, they were all feeling on you before i got there. when i went to get a drink, there was a guy trying to lift your skirt! i would have been in deep shit and in jail for letting someone touch you like that." nodding your head, you only grinned at chris, your impulsive thoughts taking over.

"you look so hot frustrated." shaking his head chris mumbled. "no."

after silent conversation, chris sat next to you and sighed. "to forget him once and for all?" he asked as you nodded. "to get him out of my mind. please?" you spoke softly as he grabbed your face gently and kissed your lips, pulling you into his lap as your arms wrapped around his neck.

chris was groaning as you had licked up the side of his cock, taking it into your mouth entirely, deep throating him as he felt you suck his soul out. his moans growing louder as he bucked his hips up and fucked your mouth, hearing you gag a bit as he chuckled and snapped.

pushing you down and moving your panties to the side and with no hesitation or warning, shoved a finger in as he sucked on your clit, the whines leaving your lips and chris locking in as he removed his fingers and held a tight grip on your thighs, eating you out and his tongue darting in and out your folds.

grinding your cunt down on his face, he was slowly losing himself.

the two of you had switched positions, you now sitting on his face and suffocating the life out of him. "chris.." you had whined out, cumming the second you felt his grip on you tighten.

the two of you cleaned up and made sure everything was normal. chris had gotten a message that the boys were coming back and the two of you didn't want to find yourselves in the shit hole with jinhwa.

waving goodbye and kissing his cheek, you quickly ran out, leaving chris smiling stupid.

after calming down and popping open a beer, chris groaned and slammed his head on the fridge door. he lost himself in his thoughts, mad that he had done oral with you. never in a million years would he have thought he would be eating out his best friend's little sister.

chugging the beer, he heard a laugh. "slow down bucko, didn't you come back from the club?" junyoung said as chris only sighed. "yeah.." sya raised a brow in suspicion, a grin on his face immediately.

"the precious princess finally got one of us to fuck her, huh?" junyoung teased as chris glared. "i only ate her out. fuck you, how did you know?" laughing junyoung only pointed to the kiss mark on his jaw line. rubbing it off, chris lifted a finger to his lips to keep it a secret.

[thepaintedlady00]

Oneshot: Dream & Whitelighter Reader

Part 2: The Fishers, The Dragon & The Endless

Another Whitelighter fic from @panic100 ! 🥰 Thank you so much for the request! I love you like it! ❤

TW: sibling shenanigans, mentions of fire, some sexual tension and light kissing

Most days being the resident Whitelighter of the Fisher house was quite boring. The girls were arguably the most responsible group I'd been in charge of over the course of my life. Sure they had their moments of over ambitious spells or simple mistakes, but they were mostly quite good at coming to me for help when they needed it. This, however, was not one of those times.

I had gone out for an hour. One hour of grocery shopping and upon my return things were far too quiet. Two of the girls were downstairs. Haylee was sitting ramrod straight in a chair reading, or pretending to anyway. Danielle was washing the dishes and rushing through conversations with me. The third, Abby, was nowhere in sight. Arms folded across my chest and eyes narrowed as I watched Danielle nervously talk, her eyes darting between the dishes and my face.

One of the key skills needed to be a good Whitelighter wasn't any spell or magical item, but patience and a good stare. After a few minutes Danielle tossed the sponge into the sink and turned to me. In an instant Haylee was on her feet talking over everything Danielle said until I held up my hands. "What is it? What have you three done?"

"It was Katie's idea!" Danielle shouted

"You're such a tattletale!" Haylee scoffed.

Danielle ground her teeth together. "I was gone keeping a secret until it started shooting fire everywhere!"

"What started shooting fire?" I interrupted with a hard look. "What did you three do?!"

A loud crash and a door slamming echoed from upstairs. Katie ran down, a bucket in hand, and froze upon seeing me. "Oh, you're home."

"I am," I said coldly. "And you're missing an eyebrow."

She slapped a hand over her face with a nervous laugh. "It'll grow back."

"Katie…"

"It wasn't his fault!" She insisted, "He's just a baby! He doesn't know how to control it yet!"

"WHAT did you summon?"

Haylee mumbled something under her breath, "Ababydragon."

I tilted my head at her. "Come again?"

"Ababydragon," She repeated only slightly louder.

"God!" Danielle shrieked, "A BABY DRAGON! It's a baby dragon!"

The three of them started shouting at one another as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "How did you even-" I cut myself off. "Don't tell me, just take me to the damn thing so I can figure out how to get it out of here."

Up the stairs locked in Katies bathroom, sitting in the now scorched tub sat the little creature. Bright blue scales glistened in the light as it played with a burnt ball in the tub. The shower curtains were slowly burning, the rugs and everything else in the room blackened and crisped by the flames. The four of us stood in the doorway, looking down at the beast quietly.

Katje spoke first. "He's cute isn't he?" I sent her a look. "Right, totally not the time for that."

"Any ideas?" Danielle asked, biting her nails. "You know how to get it out of here right?"

"She's the fucking Whitelighter of course she knows!" Haylee argued. "You do, right?"

"Not without all the neighbors seeing us drag a baby dragon out to the car so we can find somewhere open enough to not destroy the house." I answered, biting my lip. "I might have one idea… Give me five minutes, and don't let it burn anything else!"

I hurried to my room, pulling the small stone out of my drawer and holding it in my hand. "Dream of the Endless, I hold your token and speak your name, please come to me."

A minute passed and nothing but silence filled the room. Was I doing this right? I scratched my head. God I should have paid more attention when he showed me how to do this. "Dream of the Endless, I-"

"Morpheus," a voice said from behind me. I jumped with a startled yelp and shirked around to glare at the pale figure standing in my room. "Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, I hold your token and speak your name…" He took a step towards me, the smug smirk on his face growing every second. Once he stood, nearly chest to chest with me he continued, "please grant me an audience."

For a minute all I could do was stare into his night filled eyes, breathless at the mere sight of him. I blinked and slapped his shoulder. "Don't scare me like that you ass."

He chuckled, lifting a hand to brush my hair behind my ear, his touch lingering as he whispered, "Hello, my lite Whitelighter."

"Hello, Morpheus." I smiled at him, leaning into his touch.

"Did you call me here for my touch, little Whitelighter, or was there something you needed?" God his voice is sinful! 

I pulled myself out of the dazed feeling he brought with him and nodded toward the door. "My girls summoned a baby dragon."

His eyebrows rose, eyes lighting up with amusement. "Did they now? That is quite an impressive feat."

"Impressive and reckless." I laughed a little. "I could send it back, but it would draw far too much attention. So…"

"So you called upon me to smuggle the creature out of your quaint human neighborhood."

"Yeah," I admitted.

Dreams' eyes glowed down at me as he leaned him closer. "And what would I get in exchange for my services, Whitelighter?"

His lips were just a breath away as I tilted my head up at him. "What do you want?"

"You," he whispered earnestly. "I thought that much was obvious by now."

"It is," I replied. "I just like making you say it."

His smile grew. "Do you agree to my terms then?"

I playfully bumped my nose against his. "Yes, Endless, I agree to your terms."

He stood up straight. "Very well, shall we?"

The girls looked at Dream with faces of awe and surprise as he entered the room and bowed his head slightly to them. "Hello, Haylee, Katie and Danielle."

They looked at me. "This is Dream. He's here to help us with our pest problem."

Dream moved around them toward the bathroom door. "Is he another Whitelighter?"

"No," I answered, watching him kneel down and stroke the creature's head. "He's an Endless."

"Endless?" Danielle asked quietly. "What's that?"

"Something you lot don't need to know about yet."

Dream gently lifted the baby dragon out of the tub and wrapped it in his coat, bringing the creature out to us. "Now would be the time for goodbyes."

Katie sighed, rubbing the beasts about. "Bye Cookie, I'll miss you."

"Cookie?" I asked with a laugh. "That's the name you gave it?"

"He likes cookies." She shrugged.

After Dream had disappeared with the dragon I put the girls to work repairing the damage done to the bathroom. It took an hour to get everything fixed and the chores finished, but as I peeked into their rooms and looked at their sleeping faces I just smiled. I loved them, each one of them, and was grateful for my job. Returning to my own room I felt the cold sensation of Dreams power long before I saw him.

"How'd it go?" I asked turning to look at him as he studied the pictures on my dresser. 

"The creature has been returned to where it belongs." He assured me before looking back at the photos. "They're skilled for their age."

I smiled and stood beside him, leaning against his solid form. "They're good kids. And one day they'll be great witches."

Dream turned, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me into his chest. "I was glad to hear from you so soon."

"Were you so miserable without me, Dream Lord?" I teased pulling at his coat.

"Very," he said softly as he set his head to mine.

I pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly. "Well I'm here now and I believe we made a deal."

He lifted my chin with his fingers. "That we did, my Whitelighter."

"I'm yours, my Dream." I smiled. "Always."

Bathed in moonlight from my window he kissed me, deep and intimate, filling every inch of my body with the powerful and potential love he bore me. The love that only ever existed in dreams. Buried in his arms, his body pressed to mine, our lips moving together all I could do was feel happy. I was his and he was mine.

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[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 185: Days Pass By

As the days passed the family members left behind did their best to keep moving forward with life despite their grief over losing Papa Jack.

Remembering Jack’s words Peachy began pushing himself to pay more attention to his son. With his own elder birthday fast approaching he finally began to slow down his focus on his comedy career, which gave him more time to spend with the young Sim who was growing up all too quickly.

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Luigi continued his therapeutic painting, making the most of his llama scout Art badge, and appreciating time outdoors with the easel.

He also finally got back to his legacy in Sims Forever. He found a measure of comfort in being able to guide and protect his electronic legacy heir, giving them the two-parent family that he’d lost in “the real world”.

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At school Luigi continued to struggle with making friends. He enjoyed Haylee’s company, but she was too often hanging around Mauricio.

He had not come to appreciate the computer club captain’s abrasive personality or lack of boundaries, which continued over social bunny despite his best efforts to avoid the odd boy. Even if he could get time with his cute friend free of the other sim, Luigi worried that his eczema might be off-putting.

Would Haylee want to hang around someone who was suffering a red, scaly flare up? Rather than face rejection or deal with Haylee’s other friends Luigi often choose to be on his own, taking advantage of the school pool at lunchtime to work on his fitness badge and soothe his uncomfortable itch.

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Luigi told himself that he didn’t need friends, but he still dreamt of finding the kind of “best friend forever” his dads had found in each other.

Maybe if he tried a little bit harder, he could even have that with Haylee? When his eczema calmed down from all the swimming, he started seeking her out more often. It seemed all she and her other friends wanted to talk about was the upcoming prom. Who was going with whom and who would “get lucky” on prom night.

Luigi hadn’t thought much about the dance, and as for Woohoo…! It seemed he had an embarrassing amount to learn about what sims did “beneath the sheets”.

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Haylee hadn’t been asked to prom yet, and she was clearly interested in going with someone as their date. Luigi made up his mind that he was going to ask her to go with him. That would be the perfect way to take their friendship to the next level and maybe even “Get Lucky” himself!

Before he “popped the question”, he decided he needed a source of Woohoo knowledge more reliable than high school rumors.

He didn’t know if Haylee was even looking to get physical, but the chance was worth suppressing his embarrassment and asking his father for the real facts about adult relationships. Peachy was surprised, but eager to give his boy every tip on safety and success he was mature enough to understand.

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Luigi was feeling good about his chances with Haylee the next day after finding a very sweet note from her in his locker at lunchtime.

Too nervous to do it in front of all her friends he waited to ask her to prom in the library after school while she was studying. Unfortunately, something about his direct approach, the timing, or maybe just his whole understanding of their relationship was very out of sync with what she was feeling.

Luigi’s smile fell away when he saw shock and rage pass over Haylee’s face. She practically yelled her rejection across the hushed space. What kind of promposal did he think that was!? There was no way she would go to prom with someone who couldn’t even ask her properly, and what had given him the idea she liked him like that anyway?

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Mortified, Luigi stammered out an apology before getting up and fleeing the library.

Once the doors had safely closed behind him, he hid his heated face in his hands in the empty hallway. How had he read the signs so wrong? Haylee was certainly not best friend forever material, in fact after that he didn’t feel like she was much of a friend at all.

Luigi left school that day determined to get his skills and his grades up as quickly as possible. He wanted nothing more to do with this place and these awful Sims. The sooner he could be done with high school for good, the better!

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[pearls0613]

Short Story Inspired by the song Hero by JVKE and Martin Garrix

The setting of the scene begins on an empty sidewalk in front of the hero's (Cain) apartment.

Cain is walking home from school when out of nowhere comes a girl calling for him in the dead of night.

“Cain!... Cain wait up!” yells the girl from a distance.

Cain stops when he hears his name being shouted in the lonely street. Thinking someone might need his help, he turns around positioning himself ready to attack whatever was coming. Once he turns around, he notices that it's just a girl coming towards him. He recognizes her from his journalism class.

“Hayley?” says Cain in a flummoxed tone. “What are you doing here? How did you even know I was here?”

Hayley shyly looks at him and responds, “ I… I followed you home because I wanted to talk about something.” She looks away nervously as Cain analyzed her deeply. Still on edge about her being right in front of his apartment. Cain never liked people often coming over, especially uninvited.

“What is it?” asked Cain in a somewhat cold manner. What could she possibly want? Is she being some kind of decoy for a trap? Cain’s head swirled with questions that made him alarmed for his own safety. He was skeptical about her true intentions and so remained at a slight distance from the girl.

“Well, there is something that I have been meaning to tell you for quite a while now.” she began to speak. Her voice quivered with every word. She was nervous. “You see… um…” She hesitated for a brief second, took a deep breath, and finally spoke, “I have had feelings for you for quite a while now. I was too scared to tell you before. But now, I couldn't hold in my feelings any longer. I fell in love with you Cain, I really wish you could be part of my life.”

Cain was astounded by what Hayley had said. Love? I don't even talk to her, how could she possibly love me? Cain looked at her with an almost confused look. There was a long moment of silence until Hayley finally said, “Well… do you have a response?...” 

“What did you think you would get out of confessing?”, asked Cain catching the girl off guard. 

“I-”, began the girl before being interrupted,

“Did you really think that I would just happen to have feelings for you too? Without even knowing you that well?” Cain almost let out a laugh because of how foolish all of this sounded.

“And even if I did have feelings for you, can't you see you're not ready? I already have my arms heavy from the weight of the world. It's all up to me, and I'm getting tired and sweaty. Can’t you see this is too much for me to hold?” Cain kept looking deep into her eyes as if trying to figure out what she was thinking or feeling. He could see that he was beginning to hurt her feelings. Anything to get her out of my hair.

“Picture this. A thousand voices whispering noise. Always planning my fall from grace. What would you do hearing all of this? Be honest with me, Haylee.”

“I… I don't know…” Her voice began to tremble even more. A sense of anxiety, maybe even fear began to take over her. But that fear became something else… could it be determination? The girl began to speak once more.“B-but, I can always be there for you… I might not be strong like you; but if you give me chance, I promise I will be strong enough to be with you no matter what. Just give me a chance…”

Cain could see her persistence. She wasn’t going to give up if he simply gave her an excuse. As much as he hated being hurtful to an innocent person, he couldn't see any other way out of this. She would only come back to him if he left everything as it is.

“But oh! I know. You want a hero for a boyfriend! But NO. You don't. You want a savior who can pull you off the ground. But mark my words, you're gonna blame me when you're falling down.” Smirked Cain.

“No-” The girl dared.

“ I don’t want to be your hero, oh no,” interjected Cain. When is it going to sink into your thick skull that we would be sinking in a relationship Hayley? Falling apart! Love doesn't last in the dark, Hayley. And I would always be leaving you in the dark.” 

Even though the words were strong, her determination was even stronger. Cain could see it in her eyes. His stance in this situation almost faltered as he saw the way she wouldn't give up. Is it possible for her to really… love me?

 But Cain knew better than to let this soften him up. He believed he knew better than to fall for something as meaningless as an unforeseen feeling, like love. He was not going to give in to what she wanted either. He too was a very determined person.

“You're too late, this is already getting old. The iconic girl who keeps her feelings for a guy to herself and waits too long to say anything. You waited too long and you let time go. You placed your bets when everything began to fall down. What are you gonna do Hayley? Fold your cards? Blame it on someone else?” laughed Cain. 

Tears began to roll down Hayley’s cheeks. She looked broken. The words really got to her this time.

Bingo. 

“Hayley, go home,” said Cain in a calmer tone. 

And without another word, only muffled sobs, she turned around and left. 

Written by: pearls0613

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Stumbling West

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Chapter 5

What They Say About Bikes

chapter summery: Training, dating, and bike rides.  i.e. season 7, episode 10 TW: talks of blood, death, typical criminal minds case jargon word count: 2,503

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Your lungs are on fire. With every breath you take, every time your lungs expand and deflate, the fire spreads, getting warmer, hotter. The coldish air still lingering in the morning daze outside does not help with the fire raging inside, and this is all Jack Garrett’s fault.

Though, he would tell you that you actually just need to run more, and he wouldn’t be wrong, but you don’t usually run 5 miles, in 60 degree weather, first thing in the morning. You haven’t even had your cup of coffee yet.

You also don’t run 5 miles in the field, so you don’t beat yourself up too much, for being so winded this morning.

Jack Garrett convinced you to run the FBI triathlon with him in a few months, with the promises that it would A. Be fun, B. Allow you guys to workout together, and C. Give you something to brag about.

But right now you are A. Not having fun, B. Having to workout alone because Jack is on a case, and C. Not bragging, because you realize you suck and instead will probably make a fool of yourself.

You finally finish your last lap around the park closest to your apartment, coming to a complete stop and resting your hands on your knees.

That’s supposed to help you breathe better right? Or are you supposed to put them on your head?

As you are debating the best method of getting the most oxygen back into your body, a pair of black running shoes come into your line of vision. Slowly ranking your eyes up the persons body to see who this intruder of space is, you come into contact with none other than Aaron fucking Hotchner, in all of his amazing glory.

See, your small attraction you had on your stoic, and yet, surprisingly charming boss, has slowly grown into a full blown, am I back in middle school, type of crush. Maybe it’s all of the sarcastic comments he makes under his breath during cases, that only you can here, or perhaps it has something to do with all those late nights you’ve been spending in his office, helping him with paperwork while bonding over Chinese takeout, or maybe, it’s that he is so attractive, and he doesn’t even know it, that it just makes him even more attractive.

He might be the person your closest to on the team. You’re both sarcastic, workaholics, with control issues. You are able to bond over similar trauma in a way no one else on the team would understand, except for maybe Rossi.

You’ve opened up to him a little about your late husband Zack. How you met your second year of college, his last, how you quickly fell in love, and, despite both of your parents wishes, we’re married 5 months later. He joined the CIA a year after your marriage, which would inevitably, lead to the catastrophic downfall of your relationship.

He similarly, opens up to about Haylee. How they met in high school and got married after graduating. How hard it was when he decided to leave his prosecution job and join the FBI. How scared he was when he found out she was pregnant with Jack.

Though, neither of you have opened up about the events of their deaths. The pain of losing your spouses, years before someone should. You both know each others stories, his from the team gossip, and yours from your file. Instead your talks are more about a bittersweet reminiscing, with someone that will actually understand, without the fear that they will push a boundary you aren’t ready for. You know it’s been 2 years for him since he lost Haylee, and going on 4 years for you, since you lost Zack, but theres not this pressure to talk about something you don’t want to. Boundaries were set long before either of you knew each other, and that safety in your relationship, is something you didn’t even know you needed.

He clears his throat, drawing you away from your thoughts, and you realize you’ve been staring at him like a fish out of water. He has a cocky little smirk on his face that makes you either want to roll your eyes or kiss it off.

You go for the former option. Sadly.

You take in his attire, running shorts and a fitted running long sleeve, that’s pushed passed his elbows, he doesn’t appear to be out of breath, and you can’t help but be envious, “Have you just started?”

His cocky smirk turns into an amused grin, “No. Just finished 6 miles.”

You frown at him.

6 miles. 6 miles and he looks like that? Did he even break a sweat? Does he even know what sweat is?

Scoffing, you can’t help but roll your eyes again, “Who are you, Jason Bourne? Why aren’t you out of breath like me? I ran one less mile than you.”

Laughing, he ignores your question for one of his own, “Why are you running 5 miles on a cold morning?”  

You put your hands on your hips, breathing better than a few minutes before, “Garrett convinced me to run some stupid triathlon with him in a few months. But now I’m forced to workout alone because if he’s not on a case, we are.”

Hotch raises an eyebrow at you, “That wouldn’t happen to be the FBI triathlon, would it?”

“Yeah.” You tell him questioningly, before it clicks in your brain, “No way. You’re doing it to? Oh that’s just great. Is everyone that’s doing it as in shape as you? Because I might as well drop out now.”

He laughs, shaking his head at you, “You’re not dropping out, I’m sure you’ll do fine. You still have a few months to train.”

“I’ve been training for the last 2 already.” You deadpan.

He grimaces, “How’s your swimming and biking?”

“Swimming is the best, my dad lives on the lake so I can practice in open water, though I’ll need to move indoors soon with the weather dropping. My biking is okay, we don’t have much time to really do that with our job and it’s faster to squeeze a run in before work.”

He nods along with you, “I feel the same way. My swimming is okay, I go to the Y, but my biking could use some work.” He places his hand on his hips, looking at you up and down, taking you all in, “Do you need some water?”

Oh my god he really is an angel.

“Please.” You graciously accept.

He nods towards the parking lot, silently telling you to follow him to his car. You both make light chatter about your mornings and where you usually run. Apparently this is also where he runs, his apartment being 5 minutes away, yours 10, just both in opposite directions.

When you get to his SUV he opens the back and grabs one of the water bottles from the case he keeps back there, for you, before also grabbing one for himself.

You take it gratefully, the water soothing any left over burn in your throat, before Hotch sets his own water down, clearing his throat, “You know, if you ever want to train together, I plan on going to a bike trail-“ He gets cut off from finishing, when his phone rings. Pulling it out of his pocket he shows you the screen. Garcia.

Bad guys ruin everything.

“Wait so you asked her out?” Rossi questions him

Aaron knew he shouldn’t have said anything, Rossi is not subtle, and he has been hinting at him, more like demanding him, for the past few weeks to make a move on you. He’s refusing to take the excuse that Aaron is your boss and that it would be extremely inappropriate.

“I didn’t ask her out, we bumped into each other and she’s training for the same triathlon.” Hotch repeats himself.

Rossi scoffs at him, “Oh come on Aaron, that’s your in!”

“That is not my in.” Aaron deadpans. “I need to focus on my training, not be distracted.”

“Yes, you should be distracted, distraction is good. Office romance even better, take it form someone who’s had a few.” Rossi argues.

Aaron rolls his eyes at him, not dignifying his comment with a response, though that doesn’t stop Rossi from making another one, “And you know what they say about riding a bicycle.”

That makes Aaron give his friend an exhausted look as they both walk into the conference room.

“Who’s getting a Bicycle?” Reid asks from his spot by you. Aaron is praying his cheeks don’t heat up as he watches you look up at Reid confused, not having heard the conversation between Aaron and Rossi.

“Nobody.” Aaron has to try and not clear his throat, that would be a giveaway, “Let’s get started.”

You are sitting on the couch with JJ on the plane, while Garcia is on the laptop cam, Rossi, Reid, Emily, and Derek, at the table.

“Ok, Rossi, out with it.” Garcia draws your attention from the tablet in your hands, “Is Hotch dating?”

Rossi leans forward, “I. Don’t. Know.”

“You know statistically, widowed men start dating much faster than females, but Hotch is refuting the data. It's been two years and nineteen days.” You don’t even question Reid when he gives you the exact amount of time.

“Leave it alone.” You tell the gossip table, going back to your tablet. Honestly, you don’t want to talk about if he’s dating or not. Your stupid crush making you jealous at the idea that it could be true.

Wouldn’t he tell you? Maybe you’re not as close as you thought. Is that what your upset about? No.

Your command doesn’t stop Garcia from continuing the conversation as if she never heard you, “Venus has aligned with Mars which means love is in the air and maybe we will have weekends off.”

You see Hotch out of the corner of your eye, come out of the cockpit from talking to the pilot, and Derek clears his throat to try and stop Garcia, though he’s not fast enough, “What? Is he standing there? He's standing there isn't he?”

He leans down so she can see him, “Hello Garcia.” Before he takes a seat on the arm of the couch by you.

You both make eye contact, yours giving away amusement, his mock exhaustion, before Garcia begs someone to start talking about the case.

“I talked to the M.E. It turns out Sam was hit with a pipe about 10 times. Bruce was beaten over 30.” Reid tells you and Hotch as he walks into the conference room you were given at the precinct.

“That’s a drastic change.” You state, “Could be from the adrenaline.”

Hotch furrows his brows, continuing off of your thought, “Or an extremely high endurance level.”

“Could be overkill.” Derek says walking into the room with JJ.

“Doesn’t that usually mean there’s a personal relationship?” You ask, no one in particular.

Hotch nods at you, “If the victims didn’t know each other, it’s unlikely the unsub knew them.”

JJ crosses her arms, “So what would account for this level of blood-letting?”

“It could be about the blood itself.” Reid supply’s, “If he’s enjoying the killing, then he’s getting aroused by it and developing a kind of blood lust.”

You can’t control how your face scrunches up at the thought, as Hotch side eyes you. You see a ghost of a smile painting his face, his clear amusement for your antics.

Worth being grossed out.

Your at your desk, the case wrapping up fairly quickly, as you see Rossi leave Hotch’s office. He has a satisfied smile on his face, so you know whatever argument they may have had, he won.

You gather your after action report, along with everyone else’s, (they left them with you so they wouldn’t have to face Hotch after the plane embarrassment.) and make your way up to his office.

You knock on the door panel as He hangs up the phone gesturing you in, “Here’s all the reports.”

Raising an eyebrow at you he asks, “How did you get stuck turning everyone’s in?”

“They pulled seniority.” You reply flatly, but there’s no malice in your voice.

He gives you a soft smile and you return one, before turning around to head out the door. Your stopped by Hotch clearing his throat, making you turn back around with a questioning gaze.

“I was wondering, if your not busy tomorrow, if you would like to go on a bike ride.” His voice is soft, and if you weren’t a profiler, you would have missed the slight waver in the beginning.

Is he nervous?

He continues before you have the chance to answer him, “I just know you said you don’t have a lot of time for biking.”

You nod your head a few times, before giving him a shy smile, “Yeah. What time should I meet you?”

He looks almost shocked you agreed, before quickly masking it, “Is 9 good?”

“It’s perfect. See you then.” Really praying he can’t tell how flustered you are by him as you turn away, he only makes you more flustered by the whispered, “See you,” you hear as you walk out the door.

You and Hotch are both competitive. Extremely competitive. And what you were thinking would be a peaceful bike ride, quickly turned into a bike race, which you sadly lost.

But, you did just spend you an hour in the park, with your very attractive boss, who is in very attractive bike shorts, where he was smiling, the whole time. So you’re not too torn up about loosing.

You are now at a coffee shop, splitting a big muffin together, “Oh please, you completely cut me off at the end so I couldn’t pass you.”

Hotch chuckles at you, “You could have passed if you were determined.”

“And get whacked by a tree? No thank you.” Causing you both to laugh.

“I had fun today.” He tells you, very softly as if it was a secret he wasn’t sure he wanted to share.

Smiling at him, you speak the same way, “Me to, Hotch”

“Aaron.”

“Pardon?” You question, not thinking you heard him right.

“You can call me Aaron, outside of work.” You can tell he is unsure with himself, so you reach across the table and grab the piece of muffin that was in his hand, before repeating yourself, “Alright. I had a good time with you today to, Aaron.” Eating the piece of muffin you stole.

He shakes his head at your antics, “I was going to suggest doing this again, but I don’t know if I can be around someone who steals my breakfast.”

You lean towards the table, taking another piece of the muffin, “It’s called sharing, Aaron, get used to it.”

And little do you know, Aaron thinks to himself, I already have.

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Chapter 4 - Pumpkin Patch

Pain. That's all I felt when I started to wake up. Pain in my arms, ribs, stomach, and my thigh. I checked my phone. 7am. Love that I can't sleep in even when it's a weekend. Oh and it's Halloween. I told Jay I would be spending it with them as they requested. I get up and brush my hair and teeth. I also put on my turtleneck as my neck has his handprint across it. As I make my way downstairs, the smell of coffee and waffles fills my nose. Mom is cooking instead of mama. It's not unusual but I definitely thought mama would be cooking.

"Good morning my love! How did you sleep?" Mom said as she kissed my forehead. "I slept okay." I said as I was making myself my coffee. "Where's mama? It's a weird sight to see you in the kitchen this early." I laugh as I take a sip and watch mom scowl but laugh at my comment.

"Mama had a little too much wine last night and stayed up way too late. So I decided to let her sleep in. Although she can't resist the smell of pumpkin waffles. I assume that same smell woke you up little lady." She laughed as she poked my stomach. She missed the bruises thankfully.

As if on cue, mama walks in the kitchen holding her hand to her head. Hangover. Gotta love. She doesn't say anything as she heads for the coffee pot and pours herself a cup. She takes a sip and moans with relief. Me and mom both laugh.

"Can you guys stop shouting? Damn it's like 7:30 in the morning." That makes us laugh even harder. I go to our medicine cabinet and take out 2 Tylenol and 2 ibuprofen for mama and the same for me. I hand mama hers and she shoots me a grateful smile. I take mine as well.

"Love, why are you taking some too? Did you drink last night?" Mom inquires while fixing mama's plate. "What? Oh no. I just have a killer headache right now." It's partially true. My neck is connected to my head which is also connected to my arms.

We all sit down and start eating. Thinking about the pain I'm in, I suddenly lose my appetite. I eat a few bites to make it look like I'm eating but I guess that didn't go unnoticed by mom. "Are my waffles really that bad, Max?" I look up and see her staring at me.

"No mom they are great. I just don't have much of an appetite this morning." I say looking back down. "Are you okay, love? Did something happen last night at the party?" Mama asks as she sips more of her coffee.

"No not at all! I had a great time!" I said a little too quickly. Now they both were staring.

"Baby you can tell us anything you know that right, my heart?" Mom tells me.

"Yes mom, I know. I think I just stayed up too late and woke up too early and that's why my head is hurting. The waffles and coffee are delicious mom. I promise." I say getting up to wash my plate.

I bump my bruised thigh against the counter as I turn to head to the couch. I hold in the wince that almost slipped out. I sit down and open Instagram and see Haylee posted about the party last night and how she loved talking to teenage boys about feminism. How does she do that? Not care if people treat her rudely because of her basic belief in women's rights. I stalked more of her page and just awed at how confident and beautiful she was. I wish that was me. Maybe one day I could go to a protest with her. It's something I would like to do I think. I would do it if Jay wasn't so anti feminist.

I turn the tv on to Spotify and play my spooky playlist as moms clean the kitchen. I offered to help but they declined. I zone out into the music ignoring what moms are talking about.

"Okay she is acting weird, right?" Nat said to Wanda as she washed the pan.

"Yeah. I noticed her lack of eye contact and her obviously tensed shoulders when I brought up the party. Do you think something could have happened? She seemed dismissive last night when she got home but I was drunk and assumed she was tired." Wanda replied drying the plate.

"I noticed that too. She doesn't have the same light in her eyes either. I haven't seen her eat except for those few bites this morning. She seems a little smaller but it's fall and you know how she's always wearing sweaters and turtle necks. Her face seems slimmer." Nat said looking up at Max who was staring into nothing.

"Do you think she's eating enough? We haven't had dinner together in a while since she's been studying and going out with Jay." Wanda asked now looking at Max too. "When I hugged her yesterday I felt her ribs and hip bones digging into my stomach but it was like as soon as she thought about it, she pulled away." She added.

"I don't understand. She's always been a good eater. She loves food. Maybe we should talk to her." Nat said as she moved onto the next dish.

"Yeah but maybe not yet. It seems that headache is really hurting her. She might react hastily and get upset. We should wait till we feel it's right to bring it up." Wanda said to her wife. Nat just nodded in agreement still looking at her daughter.

Once the mothers finish cleaning, they sit on either side of Max. Max smiled up at them and looked back down on her phone.

"What should we do today, my love?" Mama asked me.

"Um I don't know. We could go to the pumpkin patch and pick some out to paint tonight while we watch Hocus Pocus?" I offer to them. They both smile and nod agreeing to the idea.

It's been forever since we did something like this just us three. Ever since Jay, he kind of hogs my time so I never get the chance to hang out with mom and mama. They seem to understand that it comes with the territory of dating in high school.

This idea put a big smile on their faces as they got up to get ready. I'm glad they didn't say anything more about breakfast this morning. I didn't want to have to lie to them more than I already did. 

I decide to wear my black turtle neck with an oversized T-shirt with a pumpkin on it, over it. I put on my Jean overalls and thick socks along with my black boots. I put my hair half up despite having my arms and ribs scream at me in pain for lifting up too far.

I meet moms downstairs and see them smile when they see me. Mom has her hair in a French braid and a black sweater with a skeleton on it. Mama also has a French braid and is wearing a flannel with jeans and her boots.

We get in the car and head for the patch. It's about an hour away since we live in the city and all the good patches are upstate. Mama turns on the Halloween themed radio station and the familiar tune of spooky scary skeleton fills the car. Mom and mama are singing and dancing while I just watch from the back laughing at their antics. They slightly frown when they see me looking out the window not participating in singing.

They share a look of sadness and turn back facing the front.

When we finally get there I put on my beanie and gloves as we head to the ticket booth in the front. Since we're here in the day, we can't go to the haunted river walk like we used to. It's probably a good thing since I would probably panic and spiral into a full blown attack.

Mama pays for 3 tickets while mom is looking at the new food trucks they have this year.

Mama hands us our tickets and we head through the entrance. I expected coming here to pull me out of my depression and lack of excitement for fall and Halloween but I just felt the same. But I had to pretend to be for moms sakes.

We begin looking at the tiny pumpkins because mama loves the tiny white ones with the little bumps on them.

"It gives them character!" Mama said without having to look to see mom and I chuckling at her. She picks out 2 white ones and one regular orange one. We put it in our wheelbarrow.

Mom loves the gourds that are shaped oblong. She picks out her favorites and puts them in.

My favorite are just the classic orange and round pumpkins. Easy to paint and carve. Even though I hate the smell of pumpkin guts and always prefer to paint them instead of carve. Luckily my moms are the same way. I pick out the perfect one and place it in the wheel barrow. They look at me funny.

"What?" I ask while lifting it in trying not to wince.

"That's the only one you want? We usually have to tell you to put some away, not pick out more." Mom said looking at me.

"Oh. Well I just want to paint just this one. I'll make it my best one yet." I reply smiling and looking at it.

"Well I don't know about you guys but I want one of grandma Winnie's famous caramel apples. She has some new flavors I want to sample!" Mama says looking over at our all time favorite treat stand at the patch.

We laugh and make our way there. Mom and mama are too busy sampling to notice how much pain I am in. Though I am not actively showing it. My arms are throbbing from picking up the heavy-ish pumpkin as well as my ribs. My neck hurts from talking and not drinking enough water as my vocal cords were shoved back into my spine yesterday.

"Babe do you want any apples?" Mom asks as she turns towards me.

"Um no I'll just share some of yours if that's okay? I just want an apple cider. It's a bit chilly out." I say laughing at the obvious cold ass weather.

"Are you not warm enough, love?" Mama comes over and asks me. "You bundled up enough from the looks of it." She adds.

"Yeah I'm good, I just love Winnie's cider." I reply.

"One cider too, please Winnie!" Mom yells to Winnie in the back.

We sit down inside the heated pavilion and enjoy our treats. The cider feels so good running down my sore throat. Mama has 3 different kinds of apples on the table for all of us to share. My favorite is the Oreo covered one with white chocolate drizzled on top. I could only manage to eat one slice though before I felt like I had to throw up.

"I'm just gonna head to the bathroom real quick." I say getting up to leave the table.

They nod while chewing and turn back to their apples and hot chocolates.

I walk into the open stall and kneel down. I throw up my like 4 bites of waffles and my one apple slice. I hate throwing up. It always goes up my nose. I finish up and wash my hands and mouth with water before heading back to the table.

"You ready to go back home and start painting these bad boys?" Mom asks me as I nod in agreement.

We pay for our pumpkins and load them into the car. Luckily mom loaded them all so I didn't have to lift again.

Mom starts driving and I start to feel so motion sick. No please not right now. I just threw up!

"Mom can you pull over? I'm gonna puke and I don't wanna do it in here." I ask hastily, face turning green.

Mom quickly and calmly pulls over while I undo my seatbelt and step out and run away from the car to puke. Luckily my hair was still held back by my beanie.

"Oh baby I'm so sorry." Mama says soothingly, rubbing my back.

Mom opens the trunk to pull out a water bottle from the case she always keeps back there.

I take it gratefully and chug it.

"Slow down Max, you don't want to water log yourself and throw up a second time." Mom says not knowing this was my second time.

I slow down my drinking and take some deep breaths.

"Are you all good, sweetheart?" Mama asks.

"Yes I'm so sorry. We can head back now."

"Hey, don't apologize, baby. It's not your fault. Maybe we shouldn't of had so many sweet things this morning and afternoon." Mom says laughing lightly.

I smile and head back into my seat. I put my head back and close my eyes as mom pulls back onto the freeway.

Mama keeps sending me empathetic looks and knee squeezes as we drive on. I love her. I love them. They are the best moms.

We finally get home after what felt like forever and we bring the pumpkins in. I jump to grab the smaller ones.

"Max do you need to go and rest for a little while to help settle your stomach?" Mama asks me with her hand cupping my face.

"Yeah would that be okay? I know you guys wanted to start painting." I ask looking down.

"Hey. We can paint as soon as you wake up okay? You need to go rest." Mama said now cupping my chin guiding me to look in her beautiful green eyes.

I smile and nod and head up the stairs to my room.

As soon as I hit my pillow I knock out.

"Poor baby. I feel bad that she threw up on what was supposed to be a happy memory." Nat tells Wanda as they finish bringing in the pumpkins.

"Yeah I know. But she's resilient. She will feel better after she rests. I think I'll make my chicken noodle soup tonight to help her tummy settle." Wanda tells Nat.

Nat nods and takes off her shoes and jacket.

"Thanks love, that sounds amazing on such a cold night." She kisses her wife on the lips lightly.

Max was sleeping peacefully getting the rest she desperately needed. Wanda crept in to check in and see if her baby girl was resting peacefully. She pressed a kiss to Max's hair and said, "I love you so much, my heart. Sleep well." She closed the door silently and headed back down the stairs to prep dinner on this Halloween night.

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (14)

Chapter 14: And So the Hunt Begins | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Requested by Anon

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

A/N: I’m honestly a little worried about the story getting attention. There are times where I feel insecure and doubtful of the work I put out. A ton of questions come to me like “Has the story gotten boring?” and my answer to that is I sure hope not. If you’ve been following the story, looking forward to each chapter update, and you’re actually enjoying it, thank you so so much! That really means a lot to me. I try my best not to let the stress of work and personal life get in the way of my posting and especially my creativity. Please, guys, do me a small favor: let me know what you think of the story so far. 🙏🏻 As always, love lots 💜

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15 of ?

Irele, along with HY-L33, bolted to the elevator lobby. The door opened to the hangar bay. The young girl’s strides were poised with urgency, she commanded the nearest captain to prepare her ship and a small unit of Stormtropers to accompany her.

“Ma’am, the 65th Squadron has already been deployed to Zeffo.”

“That’s Captain Kane’s squad.”

“Indeed,” the commander’s eye rolled to the side for a bit. “What’s left of them, at least.”

“Their transmissions mentioned a Jedi who cut them down by the numbers, and you’re satisfied with what’s left of them?”

“That’s… not my implication, my lady,” the commander blushed.

The commander then held his tongue. There was no way debating through that. Complacency and settling for less were neither minor or major offenses, though it makes one’s work efficiency and ethics seem questionable. The uniformed man hung his head in shame, hoping that Irele would not say another word and leave it at that.

A hangar operator cut in their conversation—or lack thereof—indicating that Irele’s light cruiser, the Obeisance, is ready to go. He got his unspoken wish.

“Jedi can be fools. But so is one who decides to underestimate them.” Irele lectured, serving mostly as a reminder to herself than an advice to the commander.

Nothing was further said. Irele hopped into the cruiser and her droid companion followed along. The pilot was already informed of their destination, so Irele had time to do some more “light reading.”

The small computer in her quarters provided the database of all the logs transmitted from various troopers and officers originating from several, different planets. Irele narrowed down her search about the Zeffo logs and skimmed the holos until there was mention of the Jedi.

She had a strong feeling that this incident in Zeffo has got something to do with the red-haired Jedi she eyed on during the briefing with the Inquisitors. Secretly, she had feared that one or two of them might have gotten there first, though they would have most likely gone for the more notorious survivors—Jedi masters and Padawan prodigies, for instance.

“What can be said about Zeffo, Haylee?”

“A small colony of humans reside in the continent just along the planet’s equator. Albeit a large landmass, the terrain is rather hostile—as 60% of the planet is water.”

“It is also a treasure chest of sorts—for the Emperor, at least, and other like-minded hoarders,” Irele added, the droid had nothing to comment. “Stay here in the Obeisance, Haylee, understand? I can’t have you in the line of fire down there.”

Irele was the first to alight the cruiser via her personal TIE Interceptor docked in the cruiser’s hangar. Riding behind her was the transport ship carrying the 77th Squadron. The transport landed first, melding with the remnants of the 65th, while Irele demanded the last known location of where the Jedi was found.

“Lady Irele, Captain CL-5857 reporting. Sending you the last reported coordinates of the Jedi.”

“Very good, Captain. My channel’s open for you now.”

The numbers instantly appeared on Irele’s screen and followed the navicomputer after the coordinates have been encoded. The TIE Interceptor zipped past the said colony—which was now literally a ghost town sprawling with Stormtroopers, almost like ghosts. Peeking over her window, she spotted a bleach-white mound pushed to the side along the stone cottages.

Dead Stormtroopers.

“Interesting.” Irele muttered and smirked. Not the least bit fazed of just how possibly deadly her target is.

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At the end of the Augur Pulverizers, Cal found his way on a dangerously-placed metal balcony and startled two Stormtroopers, sneaking up on them. He stayed there to catch his breath. The roar of a TIE Interceptor’s engine caught his attention and watched the ship dart through the overcast skies like a loosed arrow.

He half-dismissed the feeling he got before the TIE flew out of sight. Irele got a quick glimpse of the other end of the pulverizers, the head full of red hair was such a dead giveaway, he stood out more than the white armor dotting Zeffo’s terrain.

On his right was a plateau where more of them waited for him, but it was his only way to get to the tomb.

Irele circled her way around the mountain. She discovered her destination when she found the monument of a Zeffonian sage standing amongst the jagged pillars of rock. She remained on the high ground, docking her TIE on a plateau that overlooks this region of the planet and sensed Cal coming this way.

Trekking through Zeffo’s steep ridges and cliffsides were both exhilarating and arduous. Fresh air welcomed itself to Cal’s lungs and the wind swept off the auburn locks from his head. He emerged from the mouth of the cave at the far opposite of the grand entrance of the tomb.

Cal scanned the area and saw that the coast was clear

Too clear.

Sitting atop of one of the stone columns dotting the courtyard of the tomb was Irele, leisurely swinging her one leg over the other.

“I’m almost hoping you’re not the guy the Stormtroopers are talking about in their audio logs,”

Her entrance startled Cal, setting him on high alert and had him brandishing his saber on pure instinct. Bemused, Irele smirked while she rested her chin on her palm.

“Well, let’s see if looks really can be deceiving!”

She leaped off of her perch; lightly did her feet touch the ground at her descent. Dust plumed over the tips of her boots, and while bent, she takes her lightsaber off of the clip pf her belt to boast a pair of red blades on both ends.

Cal tried his best to remain calm. His gloves squeaked as he tightened his grip on his own saber. He activated the second frost blue blade, a statement implying that he’s just as capable as she is.

Irele smirked and cooed, “Well now.”

They battled in the second tier landing of the tomb’s courtyard. Dual-ended blades clashing against one another. Red versus blue.

If only Vader could see her now.

Irele’s training did not betray her. Those two years of strenuous training had given her a great amount of stamina, more than enough to last her two duels against a Jedi and still have more to chase them down to finish what she started.

“Come on, redhead! Don’t disappoint me!” she snarled, taunting the boy.

“Don’t worry, you’ll find I’m full of surprises!”

“Oho!” she cackled. Distanced herself for a second’s worth of a breather, she bared her teeth in a wide, mischievous grin. “I do love surprises!”

Cal wasn’t afraid to admit that his opponent was nimbler, more dexterous, and perhaps even stronger. He could feel the hate and anger flowing in her, as if it’s replaced the blood in her veins, though he thinks she’s a fool for weaponizing those emotions—ones that only a Sith would use to their advantage.

He needed to find an opening. This girl was too strong, he thought. He rammed his shoulder to her, causing her to stumble in her footing, and then—within a moment’s opportunity—he recoiled and sprung his hands to his front: sending a wave of the Force to increase the distance away from her. Then he made a run for it—there was an opening at the side of the tomb entrance, and hurriedly squeezed his way through the narrow space between two boulders.

He managed to slither his way out, but Irele caught up to him fast. Shrapnel of stones flew and clattered behind Cal, he looked over his shoulder and saw the girl appearing from the dust cloud, her crimson blades lighting up in the middle of the fog.

“Who are you!?”

No reply from the girl.

She just kept pushing forward. Greedy to land more strikes on the boy and hopefully disarm him.

Ahead of them was another way to the lift that leads to the underground level of the tomb. The only obstacle is that a ring of rocks, spinning around the lift in great speeds, is blocking Cal’s way of ever getting into that ancient elevator.

Desperately, he slows down the movement of the stones circling the lift, and bolted through while it was still safe. Irele was at his tail. They continued their exchange of strikes until either of them could notice that the influence of Cal’s Force Slow was wearing off. He had made his way closer to the lift while they fought, but Irele was too blind to be aware of her surroundings. When the stones were gradually returning to their original speed, Cal mustered up enough energy again to push Irele out of the stones’ orbit with one hand, while the other slowed the stones but they were now at his volition.

“NO!!”

Cal hopped into the lift, his one hand relaxed and the stones were orbiting the golden elevator at cyclonic speeds. As the golden lift sank, with a heavy bell-like clang to signal its descent, so did Irele’s stomach. This is unacceptable, she knew it, she needs to find another way to the tomb and catch up with the Jedi.

Meanwhile, Cal sought refuge and rest in the safety of the golden lift. He caught his breath and shook off whatever tension and adrenaline left from that fight.

“Who was that?” he asked to nobody in particular.

“Bee-woo…” BD-1 chirped.

His comlink beeped, and Cere’s voice popped through the speaker.

“Cal? Have you found the tomb?”

“Yeah, I found it. And I also found someone interesting.”

“Who?”

“She… I don’t know if she’s an Inquisitor. I’m not even sure if she is one. Though I am sure that she’s with the Empire. I saw her TIE Fighter earlier, didn’t expect to bump into her though.”

He recalled quietly what she looked like and what she wore. Normally, Inquisitors donned armor with the Empire’s insignia on it. But Irele was fashioned differently, compared to a completely armored Inquisitor: her outfit consisted of a short-sleeved top that covered her from the neck down, a long skirt complemented by ankle-length boots. The only pieces of “armor” she has are a brown leather surcoat over her top and a belt. In her defense, she preferred less is more.

“Whether or not she’s an Inquisitor, if she’s just as bad as you say she is—then you better keep an eye out. You are definitely not alone out there.” Cere warned with a graveness in her voice.

“I know.”

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi 💖!! I was wondering if you could write angst/fluff where Elliot overhears the guys in the locker room talking badly about him which ends up making him feel insecure, and then he tells reader about how he feels unworthy of her? Thank you!

I love this concept, thank you so much for the request and thanks for being so patient❤️

"How was your day?" I ask, flopping down beside Elliot on his bed, draping my arm across his waist, cheek smushing against his chest. He looks down at me with a soft, tired expression, heart thumping faintly beneath his sternum.

"It was fine." He huffs, not completely convincing me as my brows furrow together, head craning so I can get a better look at him.

"Just fine?" He has deep bags under his tired eyes and his lips are tugged down into a deep, disappointed frown- not typically the expression I'm used to, especially when he's with me.

"Missed you." He coos, fingers reaching up to brush against my cheek, sweetly trying to distract me from his slightly sour mood.

"I missed you too." I hum. "You seem out of it, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just a rough day I guess." He shakes his head, eyes casting downwards to lock on the TV but it's as if he's not truly focusing on the program but instead to convince me that he's 'distracted', quickly moving on from my question. When he catches my prying eyes, he sighs. "Didn't smoke enough weed." His excuse is weak but I allow it to pull a small giggle from me.

"What happened?" I ask, rubbing my hand soothingly against his chest, feeling the uptick of his heartbeat beneath my touch. He pauses, holding his breath for a moment before replying simply.

"Some assholes in the locker room." He grunts, rolling over in my hold so he can face me and he lifts my leg to rest over his hip, soothing a hand up my thigh. "You're way outta my league, you know that?" He asks but his voice has a certain weight to it, as if the words break his heart, and by the look in his eyes, it's clear to me that there's more to this that he's not telling me.

"No way." I whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek. "What happened, you're never like this." I worry, pulse thrumming in my fingertips that drag across his freckled and scarred cheek.

"Guys do the same shit girls do. Pick on each other in accurate ways." He smiles sadly and my heart aches in my chest at the thought of someone picking on him, especially badly enough to make him, Elliot, actually feel self conscious. "It was stupid shit, it honestly meant nothing. Just got me thinking." I tut, clicking my tongue as I lean towards him, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips to help ease his heart ache.

"Well if you're not going to tell me, stop thinking."

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He smiles and winks at River, although there is no mistaking he would do just that if it was a chance of Morgyn touching their child.

“Either way, how about that cake, I am sure I am not the only one that might like some.” “And I would not stop you. I'll go get the cake.”

He gently kisses River again looking at the others. 

“Do you want anything, Hayle, Hayden?”  “Oh, I'd say chocolate peanut cake, one big, and one smaller size…  One hot chocolate, and their ice cream special for me.”

Hayden chuckles, knowing very well he is ordering for more than one. Hayle told River he could come with him to help him carry stuff, and get a hot chocolate which was still a favorite for him next to coffee. 

“Whoo, good day and cake, luxury!” 

He looks at Hayden who just laughs at his brother, knowing just how rare this kinda day was, and how happy that made him. 

“Yes, I'll need help.”

River nods at Haylee nods and goes to get their orders, while they are waiting for the orders with Hayle when he sees Vy come on with Fannar, the both wave at them as they head to the table. Fannar lights up as he is told that there will be cake, sitting down with the others, as they talk about their day. Smiling he takes this little moment to turn to Hayle

“How's Rylan holding up?” “I'd say remarkably well so far, it's rare to see him this energetic.”

Hayle glances at his son, as cake, ice cream and drinks are being delivered. 

“But I still say after eating, we'll head home, if he protests I know some picture books that can persuade him. He might not feel it now, but working on those pictures, I think is the best plan for the rest of the day.” “I’ll keep him company with the picture book. He needs rest... it worries me so much that I can’t feel him... I know I’m not at a hundred percent myself, but I should still be able to feel him.”

He sighs. The girl on the bar hands them their orders and he pays, thanking her as he and Hayle start to get ready to head back to the others. 

“Am I overreacting?” “I can still feel him, faint, that little one's energy is so strong, it's hard, but he is there. And honestly no, it's normal to worry like you do when the situation is as it is. I would be surprised if you didn't react the way you do.”

He looks at his son again, the smile on his face so nice to see. 

“He wants this child more than anything, and apart from you, I never seen him so certain about anything in all his life. We'll just have to worry, and keep him happy and help him out anyways we can.” “I am committed to this child too. I want them, watcher knows I want them, and I love them already... but I don’t want them at the expense or Rylan... am I being selfish and unreasonable?” “No, I think you're being a very normal and worried husband.”

He watches his son smile and talk with the others, noticing the bag, lifting an eyebrow and smiling slightly, recognizing it instantly. Then he once again looks at River. 

“Vy says, with how strong that little one is, Rylan is doing remarkably well.. I mean he isn't doing well, but for how extremely powerful that baby is, it's mostly a miracle it has happened at all. And yes, I worry too.. I have days where I want to take that child out of him ,and damned be the consequences.. But living with Chris has taught me one thing, that things always happen for a reason, regardless if we like them, or agree to them. Like how my husband is now in another universe, to save your life, and keep certain stars safe. Now come on, or they'll start screaming for food.”

Vy looks at River and Hayle, Fannar eyeing them as well, clearly ready for what they were bringing. 

“Cake Grrrrampa!!!” “Yes cake!”

Rylan chuckles having just been told by Vy, with a slight hiss that he needed to be careful, a pout on Vy’s face. 

“Why couldn't you be a dragon? Like us, stupid stinky... “ “Who are you calling stinky? Flynn will be a wonderful, well-scented child.”

River chuckles as he and Hayle come over with the food. 

“I'm calling you stinky, making my future nephew or niece a mage, but I will love them!”

He looks at Rylan, smiling at him.

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[rosinna18]

🌹 Episode 9 Recap 🌹

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Previously on... 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓻

With 4 girls left in the running Devonte travelled to their home towns to see where they're from and meet their families before deciding which one he couldn't see himself being a part of. ~

First Devonte was headed off to Madison, Wisconsin to spend some time with Tuesday and her family. During the afternoon Tuesday took him to her favorite local hangout, a witchy themed bar and magic shop where she often gets supplies to practice her herbalism. Her witch genealogy rarely coming up she was excited to talk about it more with Devonte. They spent some time playing foosball together before relaxing in the under ground springs as Tuesday debriefed him on her family. Then it was time to head home where Devonte and Tuesday prepared a lovely dinner for her family. First he spoke with her father Callum, the two having a lovely chat before her mother Caitlin entered the room. As is Devonte's style, he made a light pass at her mom to break the ice which did not go over very well with anyone in the room leaving them to a brief, awkward conversation before he went to spend some time with her siblings. Tuesday's younger teen sister Selena is like Tuesday's prodigy, the two being very close, so Devonte knew her opinion would be the most important. They had a long chat in the living room where they hit it off well, Selena really taking a liking to Devonte, before Tuesday's younger brother Finley finally came downstairs to join the conversation. They had a brief but good conversation as Devonte realized just how close in age he was to Tuesday's younger brother, wondering if that was strange for Tuesday despite it never coming up. After one last group convo with the whole family, he and Tuesday had a moment alone outside before he had to leave. Tuesday stayed out of the family affair most of the time, but she seemed impressed with how Devonte handled it and pleased overall with how the night had gone, the two even sharing an intimate cuddle before Devonte had to leave.

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Next our bachelor was headed to Plano, Texas to meet with Haylee and her family. Haylee took Devonte on a date to her favorite bookstore and hangout space where she did her vampire lore research and wrote her books, wanting to share this special place with him. Throughout the date the two seemed to be getting flirtier with each other than they really had in the past, clearly enjoying each other's company. Back at the house it was time for Devonte to meet with Haylee's family. He headed upstairs to speak with her father Alan. Coming from a prestigious line of vampires, Alan being the current head of the clan, it was vital to make a good impression with him. Devonte knew Haylee looks up to her father a great deal, and intimidating as he is, Devonte sat down with him to have a lovely little chat, her mother Winifred joining half way through. Not learning from yesterday, Devonte tried to break the ice with a small flirt towards Haylee's mom as well, that she was very charmed by but definitely pissed off Alan. Noticing the tension Devonte quickly fled to the kitchen to meet with Haylee's eldest brother Ivan, whom she had a decent relationship with, but not very close due to their age difference. The two got on great, Devonte realizing they had a lot in common and actually being pretty good friends with Ivan before going to speak with Dajvah, the middle child. Haylee had warned Devonte that Dajvah's deep jealousy of her bond with their father, him wanting to become the next leader of their clan. Despite Haylee not caring too much about his opinion, Devonte still tried to talk with him, which quickly devolved into an argument. Tensions were brewing in the other room too as Alan told Haylee about the pass Devonte made at Winifred, and that he had reservations about Devonte. It turned into a massive argument, Haylee distraught her father did not like the man she was falling for. taking Devonte outside to WooHoo in the garden to let off some steam before he had to leave.

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Up next was a trip to Birmingham, Alabama to meet with Johanna's family. The two headed to the lounge Johanna spent her nights performing at for a date, both happy to be back with each other. They spent a long while chatting and flirting before Johanna showed off her violin skills, serenading Devonte. Johanna has a large family with a lot of complicated dynamics so Devonte was nervous to navigate it all, especially since it had been a long time since Johanna spent time with her siblings and was clearly nervous as well. First he spoke with her younger brother Dayton, who sees Johanna as a troublemaker and was not fond of her. This time Johanna's mom Francine actually made a pass at Devonte, him awkwardly rejecting it before talking with Johanna's kid sister Madeleine, who really dislikes Johanna and resents her for getting most of their parents' attention. Devonte actually got along with her and tried to help mend the sisters' relationship with each other. He had a good conversation with her father Noah, before joining Johanna and her brother Dayton on the porch. Knowing Dayton was really close to Johanna and that his opinion would be vital he made sure to make a good impression. He did a good job making sure Johanna was alright as her final brother Montel who disliked her briskly joined the conversation. At the end of the night Madeleine actually joined the conversation, having a sweet moment with her sister for the first time in years, making it known that Devonte urged her to do so. The way our bachelor handled everything really meant a lot to Johanna and they shared a few sweet moments out by the pool, Johanna expressing her gratitude for him and how much she cared before he had to head out to his last destination.

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Lastly Devonte landed in Orlando, Florida for a meetup with Delphine and her family. Delphine took him on a date to the dog park where she trains animals on the side. They seemed pretty smitten with each other chatting away and spending time with all the dogs that showed up. It really warmed Delphine's heart to see him interacting with the animals. She told him over a game of chess that she was nervous for the family meeting as there was some lingering tension she was worried about. Delphine opened up about how she had a bit of a wild streak back in high school, getting a little rebellious, getting a tattoo, staying out late, and making out with a lot of guys, including a boy that her sister had a crush on. Her sister Kristen being very prim and proper was highly against this behavior and even though it had been years, still held a grudge against Delphine for it all and the fact that their parents were so forgiving towards her. At the home Devonte had a brief but nice chat with her mom Isabelle before biting the bullet and talking to said sister. Kristen finally seeing an opportunity to get back at her sister tried to get Devonte into bed, but Delphine noticed her sister's efforts from afar and decided to confront her. Devonte went to have a small chat with her father Cleavant, leaving the ladies to discuss things. Hearing the shouting from the other room Devonte quickly rushed back to the argument where Kristen tried to make another pass at him right in front of her sister this time. He tried to smooth things over but it was too late as the sisters got into a massive physical altercation. Delphine angrily took Devonte outside after knocking her sister out to try and calm down. She was grateful Devonte was there and they had a long talk about how she felt good to finally stand up to her sister, ending the night on a good bonding moment for the two.

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Finally it was time for the rose ceremony where one lady would be sent home, giving us the final 3. The first rose went to Haylee, their bond incredibly strong after her tumultuous hometown, Devonte really seeing her commitment to him after she stood up for him to her father. The next rose was to Johanna, feeling closer than ever after being able to mend a family rift between her and her little sister. Then it came down to Delphine and Tuesday. Despite Tuesday's hometown going relatively well she was pretty detached from the experience, but the two had been getting flirtier each week. Was it a lasting romantic bond or just an attraction though? As for Delphine their love story had been growing until she found herself in the bottom two this week and last. Her hometown was easily the most dramatic after getting into a fist fight with her sister. Was letting old drama come to blows able to solidify Devonte's care for her, or did the drama too much for him? It turns out the fight let Devonte realize just how much he cared for Delphine, and she received the final rose, which meant Tuesday was leaving the competition in 4th place. After seeing how bonded he felt with the other girls after meeting the families, he realized he adored Tuesday but only as a best friend, and this week finally let him come to terms with the fact that their romantic bond was not there like it was with the others. Thankfully Tuesday had come to the same conclusion that week, and she left with a smile wishing him luck with the others, both of them knowing they'd found a lifelong friend in one another at least.

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Only 3 remain, as Devonte takes the last ladies to Salvadorado for a jungle getaway and to spend some more one-on-one time with each of them as we reach fantasy suite week!

Eliminated Episode 9:

🥀 Tuesday

[otherthingsinhead]

Sleepover

Pairing: Reader x Pedro Pascal

Warnings: language/unfaithful ex-boyfriend/implied smut/angst with a fluffy ending 

Words: 1926

Request: Anonymous

hey! i have a little request if you if you don’t mind. Can you possibly do one with pedro where the reader and him have a friends with benefits thing but pedro is trying to make a relationship out of it but the reader doesn’t want one out of fear and his celeb status? so they push him away but the reader realizes they love him? sorry if it’s vague! love your work!!

“Hey, listen! I was thinking of maybe... we could spend the weekend at my summer house in L.A.” Pedro said, kneeling up on his bed to get his shirt from where he had thrown.

“A whole weekend? I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You said without looking up, busy with the hooks of your bra.

“Because...?”

“You know why.”

“Same reason you never sleep here.”  

“It’s... just better for everybody.” You said and almost missed his response while pulling on your shirt.

“Not for me.” He mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You sighed and looked searchingly in his face. You didn’t like where the conversation was heading and you thought the sooner you end it, the better. You grabbed your purse, pecked his lips briefly and turned to walk out the bedroom.

“I like you.” He said now loud and clear.

That was the last thing you wanted to hear. His words struck you like a lightning bolt and you froze. The time stopped too, imprisoning you in a moment that made your skin break out in gooseflesh and your stomach to clench. Your throat closed when you tried to speak but someone had to break the awkward silence that filled the room.

“Please, don’t do this to me.”

“Why? Why isn’t it possible? I like you and... I-I-I know you’ve never said but it... It feels like you like me too.” His voice was soft and tender as he spoke and it was so hard to look into those pleading eyes.

“I do Pedro, I like you as a friend and...”

“As a dick, you can ride whenever you want.”

“That’s not...”

“No, you know what?! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The point is that... I think we would make such a great couple and... if you would just give us a try...”

“Pedro! I... I’m sorry. I really am but...”

You could not force more words out, just shook your head with a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes. You were aware from the beginning that sooner or later someone is going to get hurt and nothing's gonna be the same ever again. Yet, you were not prepared for that.

“’K” was all he managed to utter through his swollen throat.

“I... I think it would be better if we won’t see each other for a while.” You said hoarsely and turned to walk away when you felt his hand wrapped around your arm.

“Y/N? Please! I don’t wanna lose you.”

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered again, unable to say anything else to make the parting easier. You pulled your arm from his grip and walked out the door, breaking two hearts into million pieces.

It was one of the most horrible days of your life. Your friends with benefits relationship with Pedro had been worked so well so far. He was such a great friend and god! Such a wonderful lover! It was perfect because your heart was not strong enough yet to a real, romantic relationship.

You met Pedro 6 months ago. Your fiance, Travis and you just moved to New York and he wanted you to meet a few of his friends from college. He was an actor. Not as famous as Pedro but people cared about his life just as much as about yours. Being in the center of attention was hard for you but you were able to keep it under control.

Finding him with another woman in your bed reduced you to a sobbing wreck. Not only your heart shattered into pieces but your fate in love and your belief in yourself. You’ve spent 8 years of your life with a man who had been cheating on you for months after he engaged you. You were ready to tie your lives together and have a baby with him. With him! How could you be so stupid, so blind?!

It was a few weeks after the split-up when you bumped into Pedro again in a coffee shop. You were still very upset and he was a great listener. He offered you to help find a temporary residence so you didn’t have to go back to your hometown. Pedro was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. He was generous, kind and warm-hearted and could always make you smile. You became very good friends. You spent more and more time together, talking about literally anything for hours until one day it happened. He kissed you.

It wasn’t on purpose or planned. It just kinda happened and you ended up in bed with him on top of you. He was amazing. God, he was! He was gentle but rough, caring but greedy and he made you feel incredibly sexy and desirable. You had a long, long conversation on that night about how his career doesn’t allow him to have a girlfriend and how you are not ready for a relationship after one that took 8 years from your life. It led to an agreement: it was a one-time thing.

It wasn’t.

Your bodies craved one another like air needed to breathe. There was always a jolt of electricity running through your nerves whenever your skin touched, a wave of heat flooding your cores whenever your eyes met. So you decided to lay down some definite rules and take the plunge into a 2 months long no strings attached relationship. It was nothing but pure desire. Nothing more.

And now you were alone. Without the engagement, you had more time for yourself and to focus on your own career. It was all you could do to escape from the pain in your chest. And it would be so stupid to throw yourself into a relationship that clearly has no future. You knew you made the right decision when you said no to Pedro but it didn’t change the fact that you felt miserable. You missed him more then you admitted and deep down in your heart you knew, you have always had feelings for him.

“Are you ok?” Haylee asked chewing on her dinner. She was so small and skinny you wondered how all the food could fit into her.

“Yeah! I’m good.” You answered, toying with your food on the plate.

“I still can’t believe Travis did that to you. You were such a cute couple.”

“Thanks...”

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t want to... You-you know what I mean.” She stammered nervously until you offered her a reassuring smile.

“It’s ok, Haylee. I’m good. I really am.”

Haylee worked with Pedro and Travis on the stage after you had arrived in New York. You often hanged out with the crew and she happened to become a good friend of yours.

“So how are you? Are you seeing anyone?” She asked cramming another mouthful of spaghetti into her mouth.

“Ugh, no!”

“Why? Just because someone broke your heart? You’re young and beautiful, Y/N. Surely there is a lot of sweet guy waiting for you out there. Like Pedro for example.” She blurted and you frowned. Hearing his name made you feel numb and your heart to beat faster.

“Who?”

“Pedro Pascal, you silly. Ugh! He was so into you!”

“What?”

“Yeah. Poor guy. He had a major crush on you ever since Travis introduced you to us. How did you not know that? You were such good buddies a few weeks ago. I thought he had already told you.”

“No... he... Are you sure about this?”

“One hundred percent sure. He never said it though, but... he always talked about you. He was so cute. Once he said if he was Travis he wouldn’t wait 8 years to marry you.”

It was never just sex for him and now that you knew that, you felt sick because if it was true you might have thrown something really valuable out the window. It was not just a fleeting emotion. He had been planning his confession for months, waiting for a perfect moment only to get rejected in a blink of an eye. You made the worst mistake and now you had to fix it.

“Y/N? Is everything ok?” Haylee asked in confusion, watching as you picked up your stuff and stood from the table.

“I... I’ve gotta go. Thanks for the dinner, I owe you one!” You said without any further explanation and hurried out of the restaurant.

You arrived at Pedro’s apartment in the middle of the night. He wasn’t home but it wasn’t unusual. Sometimes he didn’t manage to get home until midnight. You decided you were going to wait a couple of hours for him. After all, he had waited months for you. So you were waiting and waiting and waiting until you had to make a choice of going home or staying the night at the corridor. That was the moment when you heard giggling. You turned and saw Pedro appearing from the corner with a beautiful woman on his arm. You couldn’t really tell but they looked tipsy.

“Y/N?” Pedro gawked at you in surprise and you felt your throat tighten.

“I-uh... I was passing by and I thought... Sorry, I... I was an idiot.” You mumbled nervously, took your bag and strode towards the stairway.

That was really something you did not expect. You deserved it though. Weeks had passed since you left him and you were so stupid to think he was sitting at home, waiting for you to show up.

You were stumbling down the stairs, unable to see your steps because of the tears in your eyes you rejected to shed until Pedro caught up with you.

“Y/N! Wait!”

“I’m sorry!” You yelled rather than said. “I... I shouldn’t be mad. I had the chance and I missed it. I... You should go back to your girlfriend. She must be upset.” You sobbed.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Ew! Whatever! Just don’t make her wait...”

“No, wait!” He said now smiling. “She’s my sister. She came to cheer me up.”

The beautiful woman was his sister and this fact changed everything. All you could say was a silent “Oh” as you blinked back the tears, snuffling. Pedro sighed and leaned back to the railing. He was so happy to see you.

“What’s in the bag?” He asked softly.

“Nothing, just... just my toothbrush, change of clothes... pajamas and a few other things.”

“Sounds like you planned a sleepover.” He said, leaning his head to one side and smiling. You shrugged and sniffled, sheepishly peering up at him.

“I just hoped I can stay the night at my boyfriend.”

“I’ve missed you so much, babe.” 

“I’ve missed you too.” 

Your voice cracked as another sob caught in your throat. A sob of joy and relief. His arms moved to wrap around your body, squeezing you into a long, warm and tight hug. 

“Do you think your sister’s gonna like me?” You mumbled against his shoulder as you squeezed him back.

“Uhm... she already hates you.” He said, causing you to pull away with a puzzled look on your face.

“What? You broke her little brother’s heart.”

“Shit.”

“Don’t worry! I can put in a good word for you.” 

“That would be nice! Thank you, babe.”

“You’re welcome, my love.” He giggled then smiled, beaming down at you with his beautiful, shining brown eyes and your heart started to sing. 

Slowly, you slid your hands behind his neck and pecked him softly on his lips before pulling him into a long, and sweet kiss. A kiss of deep passion and pure love.

MASTERLIST

[onisiondrama]

“Billy and Sarah Talk after Onision’s House Stream“ Tea Clips

Billy streamed again explaining why he went to Greg / James’ house and acted the way he did. It was a 6 and a half hour stream so I’m definitely not going to watch the whole thing lol but this is an hour long clip from when Sarah came in to talk to Billy. I’ll take notes.

Sarah said in July 2019, Greg was supposed to go with Billy and Joe to a filming meeting but Greg canceled because he wanted her to come up while Kai was away so Sarah can date him. When he broke up with Sarah, he went to film with them while she was home alone crying on the phone with a friend. She asked Billy if Greg ever mentioned there was an 18 year old girl back at his house. Billy said no. 

Billy said he would always ask if Greg about the thruple, ask if he was bringing anyone new in. He said it was half joking, but half he wanted to know what was going on because he knew girls that wanted to be part of the relationship. Sarah mentions like Jessica or [I can’t make out this name, I think Anna?]. Billy says Greg would always tell him one girl is too much work.

Sarah says Greg would have Youtubers over while she was there before. She mentions seeing Anastasia before. She says Tony V came over and he saw them all in bed together when she was 17 and didn’t say anything. 

She asks Billy if he saw anything what would he have done. He says if he knew shit was going down when she was underage he would have went to the cops or told everybody. 

He says he was still hanging out with Greg because he thought Greg was getting better and Billy took Sarah’s word for it when she said nothing was happening. He says when she said otherwise, he changed. Sarah says but you still went to his house and gave him an opportunity to make fun of everything that happened, like when Greg talked about her “candy tits”. She asks why he didn’t say anything. Billy defends himself and says he felt like the more he let Greg talk, the more damning information Greg would say. 

He says he was a coward for not sticking up for Sarah and says he was uncomfortable. He apologies. Sarah says Shiloh, Billie, Regina, and Haylee are hurt and not happy.

Billy points out when Greg compared how he treats 18 year olds to how Peter treats Meg (from Family Guy), Billy said Peter Griffin didn’t fuck Meg, but when he said that it was covered by a TTS.

Sarah says Greg was really mean to her, but when he was nice he was touchy.

Sarah says Greg came out to talk to them because Greg knows he can manipulate people he personally knows to see his point of view. Billy says he didn’t see his point of view and Sarah says it looks like he did because he didn’t say anything.

Billy agrees with the criticism from viewers that he was “fucked” by Greg and titled this current stream “I shouldn’t have gone to Onision’s house”. He explains why he went.

Sarah says she knows how Greg can make things seem a certain way when it’s not at all that way, but it would have been more powerful for Billy to go as a grown man who has a personal relationship with Greg. Sarah asks if Billy has sat Greg down and explained to him that he’s in deep shit and tell him shouldn’t mock what’s going on. She says even if Greg ran away it would have been better than letting him talk about 17 / 18 year old vaginas. Billy agrees and defends himself more.

Sarah says she thinks Joe is hilarious from what she’s seen in Greg’s videos and from clips that didn’t make it into videos, but what Joe said during the stream did not sit right with her.

Sarah asks if Billy is afraid of Greg, he says “I am definitely-” it was cut off by a TTS.

Billy says he went because he was was enchanted by the views and money and he thought he could pull it off and make it work and it blew up in his face. Sarah says he was profiting off her abuse and the abuse of other girls.

Billy explains the events that lead up to his decision to go to Greg’s house.

They talk about how everything is a joke to Joe. Sarah says this isn’t funny to her. It’s not funny when she wakes up in the middle of the night screaming and shaking thinking she’s back in that house. 

Billy explains what happened when he got to Greg’s and apologizes to Sarah. He was thankful she came on to explain how he hurt everyone and he said he read Regina’s tweets and they were not wrong.

Sarah addresses people in the chat saying she’s lying. She says she doesn’t even know how she’d make this up. It’s too intricate.

Sarah points out if Billy saw Greg as a regular person (something he’s said earlier, that he only had good interactions with Greg) and wasn’t intimidated by him, why wouldn’t he be able to call him out. Billy says he isn’t intimidated by him, but Greg was naming his friend and when it involves the emotions of people he knows and he wants to not bring any more attention to her and when Greg was saying stuff about the girls, he was very intimidated.

Sarah says she was devastated by the clips she saw on twitter. 

About Greg saying Sarah raped them, she says it’s complete bullshit and doesn’t know how he could say that unchecked. Billy says he asked Greg about that the day he went to personally confront Greg after Sarah had first came out about her story. He says that day Greg had him sign an NDA [Billy holds it up on camera but it’s too small to see]. He says it was dated August 24th. She asked if Greg made anyone else sign NDAs in January. Billy says no. Sarah says then they lied to her, they told her they were having everyone in their lives sign them. She says Greg had her sign one the day after they were first intimate. Billy says he believes her.

Billy says when he confronted Greg, Greg was trying to say things without saying names because of the NDAs. “You do this, somebody does this, then you do this.” Says Greg implied rape was involved and Billy thought it was stupid.

Sarah tells Billy how he was when Greg was doing the sexual things to him, that’s exactly how she was so she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Billy said because of his size he could have fought Greg and won when Greg did that to him, he could have told him to stop but he froze up. He says he feels like he had more power in the situation than Sarah so he can’t imagine how she felt.

She said she was horrified after seeing the clips on twitter and didn’t even want to do this anymore. This is pointless, this is a shit show, this is a mockery. She says she wishes Joe and Billy took it more seriously. She understands Joe likes to make jokes, but why weren’t the jokes directed at Greg? He’s the one in the wrong. She says there is no way Greg is the victim. There are many people who have spoken out.

Sarah says she just turned 16 when she met Greg. It was planned for her to go since she was 15. Sarah says Greg said to Kai after they got in their first big break up after Billie, “why don’t we just wait for Sarah to turn 18?” She was 15 at that time. She says she had been romantically talking to Kai at that point. Billy agrees that’s fucked up and gross.

Billy says when Greg said 17 and 18 year old girls are crazy, he points out he asked Greg then why did it take you so long to stop fucking them if they’re so crazy. Billy says there is a reason why Greg picks 17 / 18 year old girls, because they’ll put up with his shit. 

Billy says when he found out Greg had been intimate with Sarah it shocked him because he really believed nothing was going on.

He says Jessica came out on twitter and said they were toying with her and was ghosted by them when Sarah came to the house. He says that’s what they do to people. He says it’s cruel to raise the hopes of a fan who would do anything for them, even show up to their house and clean and take care of their kids. Sarah says imagine going through that from 14 years old to 17.

Sarah says she doesn’t want money and never wanted money. She says only Repzion and one fan gave her money, but hearing when someone asked if the proceeds from Billy’s stream would go to victims, him answering “No this isn’t a charity stream” with such power behind his voice was upsetting. She says they’re not charity cases, but it’s upsetting seeing someone make so much money off of making fun of them with their abuser. Billy explains himself.

Sarah replies to people in the chat who say Chris Hansen should donate the money he makes too and says she doesn’t disagree with that.

Billy says everyone keeps asking about the laptop. Sarah says she has it. He asks if they did anything with it. She says Vincent held onto it and never opened it. She says he lied to her and said he sent it to the FBI. She says she has the laptop and phone and she’s not touching it. She says she has 100% certainty there is CP she sent to Kai on her phone. Billy asks why they didn’t do anything with it. She says she doesn’t know.

Sarah says she still has faith is Chris Hansen, but she is not involved with anything going forward. She says it really upset her. She says she’ll give the laptop to the FBI as soon as they talk to her. She says if it turns out things aren’t happening with the FBI, she’ll keep it until it’s needed.

Billy asks if she feels like Chris is doing his best to help or if he’s just running his Youtube channel. She says she doesn’t know and doesn’t trust anybody. That’s why she had them send the laptop back. She says putting her faith in them was not the correct move. She’s just waiting for things to get a move on. She says she’s overwhelmed with everything that’s going on and is very stressed out.

Billy says he was hoping best case scenario when he showed up to Greg’s house was he’d call the police on his, but he allowed himself to be in the worst case scenario which was him laughing at shit he doesn’t think is funny. Sarah asks then why did he let Greg do it. She says when you’re dealing with neutrality when dealing with an abuser is siding with him. Billy says he was trying to not make Greg defensive. He says when Greg is defensive he just says the same points, but when he’s comfortable he says fucked up shit. He didn’t want to stop him from possibly saying anything damning.

Sarah replies to people in the chat telling her to turn in the laptop. She says she’s going to do what she needs to do. She’s not going to keep it for herself. It has CP on it, she doesn’t want it. She is in contact with lawyers and it’s not over. Just because she’s not making everything public doesn’t mean nothing is happening. She says because of what happened with Vincent, she’s taking things into her own hands.

Billy says Chris and Vincent have been a shit show. They’re making money off of making it seem like they’re going to stop a predator. Sarah says she barely talks to Chris. She says she doesn’t know what’s going on with that.

Billy says Greg called him earlier that week and messaged friends of his to get in touch, but Billy was ignoring him for months. He says he knew it was a bad idea to go and he froze up and was a bitch and he hurt a lot of people. Sarah says she hopes the girls can listen to this and know Billy doesn’t stand by what was said. Sarah says she hopes Joe addresses this. Billy says Joe is very removed from the internet. Sarah says she wants him to know he hurt her and the other victims.

Billy invites her to come back onto his show to have a platform to talk about this or just to have fun. He says he knows he’s hurt the girls and she’s always welcome to come at him if he’s an asshole because he always wants to hear when he fucked up. She says she appreciates him being open to having her on the show even though she knows she’s a bitch. Billy says he’s friends with a lot of bitches and asshole. Sarah says well she doesn’t groom children. He laughs and says he’s not friends with groomers anymore. He’s not friends with Onision and doesn’t condone what he does.

Sarah talks about the clip where Greg says she raped him or pushed him into doing things. She says if anyone was pushing anyone, Greg was the one that pushed her and Kai.

She says after the stream she had multiple calls with the girls and they were like “what the fuck.” She says she isn’t upset with Billy giving Greg a platform, but more that he didn’t hold Greg accountable and instead let people pressure Billy into turning it into something it wasn’t supposed to be and letting them get hurt. He says there was a point where he tried to end it. He says Greg overwhelmed him and he fucked it up and reverted to what he’s comfortable with, comedy.

Sarah says she appreciates Billy’s apology and for allowing her to ask questions. She says she knows the humping thing Greg did wasn’t cool. Billy says he must have thought he could do that because of videos they made together. He says the stick/sword thing was dumb.

Billy asks about when Sarah said Greg would keep her from Joe and Billy because he didn’t want them to know something was going on. She says the night after they were all together she went to a birthday party for one of Greg’s children with all of his family there and they were all talking about what happened before in a closed room, but when the family came in it was an unspoken rule that they would all shut up. She says his family all knows her and she had to pretend everything was fine. She says Greg’s mother would call her her foster daughter and always gave her Christmas presents and didn’t know her son was fucking her (Sarah). She says she doesn’t know how someone is supposed to deal with that.

Billy says Greg went to great lengths to contact him. He says Greg even contacted people he had falling outs with in the past to apologize to them because he thought they were the reason Billy wasn’t talking to him. He tried to mend their relationship just to talk to Billy.

Sarah says there is a video sill on Greg’s channel from when she was 16. It’s a video of them playing video games together and Greg titles it “Onision destroys a teenager.”

Sarah says when Greg canceled his trip with Billy and Joe for Sarah, she told Greg he didn’t have to cancel and she would go with him and he said no because he didn’t want any questions. She says the fact that she was a secret raised red flags for her. 

Billy says he believed Greg’s lies about not wanting more girls in his relationship.

Sarah says she didn’t bring up Kai in this talk because that’s not why she came on, but Kai is just as guilty as Greg if not more. She says it doesn’t matter if she still has love for Kai, he definitely broke the law.

[zuretha-metal]

Guys! Oh no! I'm on the last ep *that's out rn! Guess who's gonna make some fucking art

[ohmyuqi]

𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚?” (Mark lee x reader)

𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚?(Mark Lee x Reader)

Rating: PG

Warnings: highschool! au ; movie theater worker! mark au

Loosely based of real life events. (Not including mark lee of course)

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It was a Sunday evening, you were being lazy at home like you always did.

You were a homebody. Not really interested in partying or going out. Why’d would you go out when you could be binging your favorite movies on Disney Plus? As you were doing right now.

You’re phone buzzed with a text. It was your older sister, reminding you you had agreed to go watch a movie with her best friends.

“Fuck,” you were half way through Bambi and did not feel like going out with a bunch of strangers your sister was close to.

You brushed it off and unpaused the movie.

“Bzz,” you phone went off again.

2 unread messages

Bijou (big sis): Remeber our plans?

Bijou (big sis): meet me @ the movie theater in 10

‘Ten minutes??’ You looked at the time on your phone. Wasn’t it 4:00 like a minutes ago?

Ten minutes, ten minutes! How were you supposed to get ready in ten minutes?

You were surely going to look terrible, you thought. Not to mention you were going to see people you didn’t know. Important ones, your sisters best friends.

Instead of freaking out you decided it was enough time wasted and you had to get ready.

You left your hair as it was and slipped in some skinny jeans and an Iron Maiden band tee. You put on some concealer under your eyes and did your eyeliner. You decided you looked fine and it was time to go.

You drove to the movie theater and looked inside. There was your sister and her two best friends. Haylee and Cole. You saw them once in drivers Ed but never paid them any attention.

You really didn’t want to go in there alone so you decided to text your sister.

Y/n: Bijouuuuu

Y/n: Meet me outside please 🥺

You leaned on the wall of the theater, waiting. You hear her footsteps, and each foot step brought a new wave of anxiety.

“Hey baby sis, come in!” You sister looked great. She had cute mini skirt on and bomb ass makeup, you felt a little outshined by her. She always looked great.

“I’m not a baby.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your sister pinched your cheeks. “You clearly are if you want me to walk you inside!” She teased, and it made you feel a little better.

“Does my eyeliner look okay?” Bijou took your hands in her and looked you in your big, starry eyes.

“You look great, n/n, don’t worry. They’ll love you.” She said it with the most sincerity in the world. And that in itself meant the world to you.

“Now come on, let’s go make new friends!”

You were at the counter and remembered.. Mark.

Fuck, it’s Mark.

Mark was a cute guy who worked at the movie theater. You had seen him a couple times when going but had never talked to him.

He went to school with your older sis and was friends with her.

The first time you saw him you immediately commented on how cute he was.

“Did you see the guy at the cashier? He was so cute!”

“I know! He goes to my school, his name is Mark and he’s a junior. He’s a good friend of mine, you know,” Bijou smirked

Now you both meet again, and there he was. In all his cute cashier glory.

“Two tickets to jumanji please,” your sister handed him a couple dollars.

“Hey, Jou. Uh, I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Yep, she’s my baby sis!” She smiled warmly at Mark.

You awkwardly glance and try not to meet eyes with him, which inevitably fails.

He hands you both your tickets. “Enjoy the show.”

You got and meet Haylee and Cole. The more you talk to them, the more you realize it was nothing to worry about. They were super friendly and were very easy to get along with. You knew they would soon become good friends of yours.

Cole bent over and gave Haylee a quick peck, “I’m going to get snacks, you guys want anything?” You all kindly rejected the offer and went to the go see the movie.

It came time that the movie ended and you all had a good time. The movie was great and you would make benign comments here and there making your new friends laugh.

“Ugh, I’m so hungry!” You complained, putting your head on your new friends shoulder. “Agreed,” Haylee chimed while walking with you to a bench.

You walked to the food court area and met eye to eye with Mark. Your sister Bijou walking closely behind you.

“Hey, Bijou! And ugh, hey Y/n,” Mark greeted you and your sister.

“Hey Mark, this is Y/n, as you now know, my baby sis,”

Mark looked you up and down and glanced at you Dark clothes and reserved demeanor.

Mark scrunched his nose, “EW! She’s emo!” Mark goes on and makes a big scene, pretending to be disgusted by your “emo” look.

Bijou laughed along with him and went along with the act. “Yeah, she’s totally emo. She listens to mcr or some shit.

Another worker friend of Bijou chimes in, “Holy shit, she looks like an e girl!”

“Holy shit, you’re right.” Cole joins the conversation and adds to the huge amount of clowning you were getting.

“.. it’s just the shirt,” you say awkwardly while glancing at the popcorn kernel by your foot.

Well more like intensely staring through the kernel at this point.

They all laugh at your response, “she’s so cute,” Haylee says.

“Can I have my drink now?” You say, slightly irratated by the fact that you were being clowned AND were slightly hangry.

He hands you the drink, your hands brushing in the process. You look at Mark and blush a little. As he looks away, you could tell if he was embarrassed or scared. Probably the latter but the looks of it.

You’re sister and you bid farewell to your now friends.

On the ride home you look all over Instagram for his account. You had attempted to do it before but had no idea what his last name was or anything.

You knew he went to school with your sister and was a junior. And his name was Mark.

Even with this information you couldn’t find his account anywhere, you were a little discouraged.

As you kept searching you got a notification.

mark.lee01 has started following you. 1m

You heart starts to race. Mark is following me? Did he look for me too? What?

“Mark followed me?” You told bijou. She seemed as confused as you.

“Really, Mark? That’s so not fair!”

“You have a gf, shut up Jou.”

You got another notification.

(Y/n instagram): you got a message from mark.lee01

‘He dmed me too? What the fuck? Is this some kind is cruel joke?’

“HE JUST DMED ME AHSJAJSHAK,” you informed your sister while also making incomprehensible noises. You just liked him that much.

“I wonder what he said...,”

“Well, there’s ink one way to find out.”

[emmlovesmarvel]

Chapter 3 - Back to It

When I walked into his room and saw him laying there with no shirt, my heart dropped. We had done it before but I knew this time would be different. He was in control. I didn't want to give in. This isn't what I thought tonight would entail. I thought we would get into our Ed & Lorraine Warren costumes for the party and pretend to be a happy couple. I guess we would still do that but this would have to come first.

Meanwhile downstairs, all the decorations, food, and games were set up by his mom for the party. His parents didn't really care what he did. I sometimes wonder if they are victims too. I could hear people from school trickling in and blasting music. Great. Now no one can hear us. My heart is in my throat. There's no escaping now.

"You look so beautiful babe. We should have a little fun before we join the fun downstairs." He said while smirking. I didn't look him in the eye. I couldn't. He inched closer to me and pressed his lips against mine. This feeling isn't welcomed but also isn't new. I could bare this. His hands squeezed my arms causing me to wince. He ignored it. I didn't fight him. As he lays me on the bed on top of me, I could feel his heavy breathing. No no no, please. I began to panic. I shut my eyes tight. I somehow managed to push him off of me. As I opened my eyes, I was met with dark, angry brown eyes.

I feel his right hand squeeze against my throat constricting my airway. I was pushed up against the wall. "You do not get to say no. You are in my house." He said firmly, glaring into my probably bloodshot eyes.

Just then there were footsteps coming towards the room. He took his hand off of me and said, "If you ever push me again, you'll regret it." Thank God for whoever was looking for the bathroom.

As I went into his bathroom to get changed, I could see the dark purple and black handprint on my neck. Shit. Well good thing Lorraine Warren wears turtle necks. I step out and Jay must've already been downstairs. My arms were aching as well as my ribs from a shove down the stairs from the other day. I popped some ibuprofen hoping that would help a little. My throat burned when swallowing. I just won't talk much tonight. Also no alcohol.

I went downstairs and saw Jay with his best friend Cameron. Cameron was just as much of a jerk as Jay. I avoided him at all costs. They were playing beer pong. I was secretly good at it from my practice with mama when we played soda pong. It was always me and mama versus mom. Mom was too good but we managed to beat her together a couple times.

I don't have a lot of friends. I just keep to myself. I didn't realise how hungry I was until I smelled the jack-o-lantern shaped pizzas. I hid in the pantry to have a slice so Jay wouldn't know. It was my first time eating in 2 days. Mmm. So fucking good.

As the night progressed on, I could smell alcohol on Jay's breath when we were sitting near the bonfire. It's weird how alcohol can easily bring anger out in someone. Whoever was talking seemed to be pissing him off because he was gripping my thigh hard as I was on his lap and rolling his eyes. As I tuned in to what the girl was saying I understood why he was mad. It was Haylee. She was talking about some feminist protest she attended and how it was great to see men get uncomfortable. I loved what she had to say until I was pulled back to reality because my thigh was going numb. I whispered to him that I had to use the bathroom.

What I didn't know is Haylee was following me. When I was about to shut the door she slipped in and shut it. "I don't like the way he treats you. Everyone else might not see it but I do. You don't have to stay with him you know. There's better out there for you." I stood there not looking her in the eye. I didn't know what to say. Deep down I knew she was right. Well, was she? Jay was the best I'd ever get.

"I love Jay." I said weakly. "He doesn't treat me bad. He's just passionate." She looked at me disbelieving.

"Yeah that's why when I was talking about ending the patriarchy, he had a white knuckle grip on your thigh." I looked down. "Can you let me go pee in peace please, Haylee?" She rolled her eyes and said, "When you're ready I'll be here."

As she walked out and shut the door I put my hands on the counter and looked down. I have never been closed off to the idea of women. Jay just happened to come along first.

No Max. Stop thinking you have a chance with her. She is beautiful. And smart. She knows how to stick up for herself. I wish I knew how. At one point in my life I knew how. I don't know where that knowledge went.

Most people had begun to leave so I started to clean up. It was midnight. I was aching all over. Damn ibuprofen did absolutely nothing. I went over to Jay who was almost passed out on the couch to say goodbye.

"Jay, I'm gonna go home. I said I would be home by 12:30." He looked up with squinted eyes. "Yeah whatever see you later." Such a gentleman!

I got in my car and blasted the heat. It took everything not to cry. I couldn't come home with tear streaks. I knew they would be waiting up for me. I pulled into the driveway and turned over the key and got out. The lights were dimly lit and moms were up watching 'Before I Wake' on Netflix. One of my favorites. They looked up and smiled.

"There's our favorite demon hunter! You look great Lorraine! How was the party?" Mom asked.

As I made my way over to sit across from them I said, "Oh you know, just the typical teenage Halloween party. The best part was the jack-o-lantern shaped pizzas." They laughed. "I forgot about those! We used to get them all the time when you were little." Mama said.

"I'm gonna head to bed. I'm beat." Really Max?! A little too on the nose. "Are you sure baby? You love this movie!" Mama asked. "Yeah mama. But I promise we can watch 'Hocus Pocus' tomorrow!" I said tiredly. I walked over and kissed their cheeks. "Love you moms." "We love you more, our heart!"

I got upstairs and shut my door. I peeled my clothes off ready to hop in the shower. As the hot water ran down my bruised body, I couldn't help but cry. I hated that I looked like this. That I was defenceless. I hated the thought of my moms looking at me like this. They would be so sad. I haven't been taking care of their heart like I was raised to. I got out after about 15 minutes and dried off and slipped into my PJs. Mom must've changed my sheets. Good thing I cleaned my room.

I started to think about Haylee. What she said to me. Could I go to her for help? It didn't take me long to drift off to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow my body wouldn't hurt as bad.