#whenever i'd fucking look to her BEGGING for her to be on my side and defend me for once against my brother and dad's cruel comments

[mishkakagehishka]

And i know when i return i'll either be yelled at or laughed off like little girl throws tantrum or whatever. But i'm genuinely getting real sick of the way i'm treated vs the way my brother is treated. And they don't even notice that shit. I tell my mom "you never take my side and defend me, when i caved and let you take me to get my eyebrows threaded, you said nothing when my brother said i 'finally look like a human being'" and surprise surprise she "doesn't remember that", he "doesn't remember that", but it cut soooo deep into me, i'll never forget it. Whatever tho.

[daydreamingleclerc]

gorgeous; lewis hamilton

y/n's boyfriend is arguably one of the worst men on the planet, so, she decides to hook up with a pretty boy she meets in a club.

includes; smut, oral (m, f), fingering, degradation, teasing, spanking, hair pulling, face fucking, sir!kink, dom!lewis, sub!reader, infidelity, unprotected sex, squirting. this hasn't been proofread.

this is part of my taylor swift masterlist which you can find here. thank you to @sainzcaleruega and @landopeaches for always hyping up my writing even when i think it sucks <33

he was arguably one of the most attractive people she'd ever seen. that was a fact. his skin glowed under the harsh lighting, somehow making him look ethereal in a sea of sweaty, aggressively lit men and women, and whenever he looked over in her direction her skin buzzed with a sense of anticipation she didn't find anywhere else. a sense of excitement she hadn't felt for what felt like a lifetime.

as stubborn as he was in these situations, he had to admit - she too, was one of the prettiest women he'd ever laid eyes upon. the way she looked so effortlessly, shamelessly gorgeous in a room full of women who'd tried a little too hard to impress drew him to her like a moth to a flame. she didn't have to try, not for him, anyway.

"can i buy you a drink?"

the line was cheesy, and half-expected when she waltzed up to the bar. he watched her every move, as she weaved her way in and out of the crowd with ease, as if it was a habit. her lips curled up into a half smile and she pondered on the origin of his accent.

"i've got a boyfriend," her eyes raked across the selection of flavoured liquor standing on the shelf, and she waited for his reaction to come. he waivered, only slightly. "but if you want to take me home with you i suggest you try a lot harder than buying me a drink."

the man smirked and stood in closer, only by a few millimeters. his hand draped over the small of her back, and in that moment she noticed his scent. he smelled divine, the scent of richness and old money that she'd scoured so hard to find; he smelt like a man who was familiar with the ins and outs of what he was doing and that was almost enough for her to cave.

"what are you drinking?" he questioned. his voice was soft yet firm, and even under the boom of heavy music, she could hear him crystal clear.

"surely you should be able to tell," she glanced over at him for the first time since he struck up a conversation, but soon faced the liquors again, "a man with your intelligence, expertise. you know what a woman wants, so figure it out."

he admired her nonchalant nature, and so he went ahead and ordered for her, "a whiskey on ice and a tequila sunrise," his eyes flickered over to her as he spoke and immediately flickered back to the barman.

"anything else?"

"two orgasms," the barman almost walked away until she spoke, he nodded, and she glanced over at the pretty man beside her, "i'd ask for a couple more, but that's just being selfish."

he leaned in closer again, his fingers brushing her hipbones and marking his territory to those around him. "it's rude to have no manners," his finger's ran up the side of her dress, feeling out the zip just underneath the armpit so he could toggle on it later, "but then again, you'll be using them later."

"you seem oddly confident," she rose to his game fiercely and feistily, her eyes still avoiding him, "it's almost a pity."

her cockiness was arousing to him. he loved it when women fell at his feet, but this game was so much more entertaining for him to play. he couldn't help but hide a smirk. "we'll see who's going to be pitied when you're desperate enough to beg."

the drinks were brought to the pair of them quickly, and he watched as she knocked back both orgasms without a singular hitch in her face - oh, if only she knew how the orgasms he provided would leave her reeling.

"aren't you going to ask me about my boyfriend, about why i'm here in a crowded club all alone?"

it was clear to him she'd played this game multiple times before, but now she'd just confirmed it. "no," he simply smiled, and when she startled, his face grew wider, "judging by the fact you're out, talking to me, allowing me to buy you drinks, means you don't want to talk about him," his finger circled the rim of his whiskey glass, "but it also tells me you've come here to do this before, time and time again, desperate for somebody to show you a good time. am i right?"

her mouth suddenly went dry.

she sucked the cocktail through the small straw, and he waited patiently for her response.

"you could say that's correct," it pissed her off to admit he was right; she didn't like doing that, "do you think you're up to the task?" her eyes looked right into his, and for the first time that night, she allowed herself to get lost in them, "because i don't think you've got what it takes."

their lips were so close in that moment, she could feel his breath fanning at her skin and it ignited a fire inside of her stomach. the tension could be sliced with a knife, and when he placed his finger on her lips to halt her movements, it drove her crazy.

"you couldn't be more wrong, sweetheart."

"prove it to me, then."

her lips puckered slightly so she could kiss the pad of his finger, but in his haste he allowed himself to divulge in the taste of her tongue. sparks flew inside of her stomach at the prospect of what was inevitably going to happen, and when his tongue slid along her bottom lip, she fought it. Y/N wasn't one for giving in that easily.

"i don't even know your name," the man muttered against her lips, pulling away for a short breath of air in the midst of all his hormones, "and i'd, at the very least, like to tell you mine so you know what name to type into your phone next time you go looking for a man to make you feel good."

"you're so cocky," she hummed, pulling away from him snappishly to fumble on the counter for her drink. she admired the lipstick stain smeared across his chin. "it's almost humbling."

"you're so eager," he retorted, allowing himself a moment of composure. her body language was buzzing, and her eagerness to allow him to have his way with her was radiating off of her skin and bouncing among the pair of them like energy. "you might as well just bend over and let me fuck you in here."

he watched as the glimmer in her eyes shone, and cottoned onto the notion that she loved the thought of that. she knew that he could sense it, too, and she cursed herself for allowing her eyes to be so distinctively emotional.

"your eyes say everything you don't, darling," he paused and leaned closer, and when she went in for another kiss, he laughed. "see, i'm already starting to pity you."

he watched as she knocked back her drink, and as much as he wanted to tease her some more and hang back in the club for an hour or so, this was his forte.

"i hope your boyfriends not expecting you back anytime soon," he grabbed at her hand as he pulled her through the crowd, the manner brash and needy, nothing like the way she waltzed through it last time. "my name's lewis, by the way. you're gonna need to remember that."

/

his hotel room wasn't that far of a journey, and Y/N thanked her lucky stars when her initial thoughts were right - he was rich, and she was going to make sure to be calling him again.

"you still haven't told me your name," he said, handing her a small glass filled with tequila soda.

she took a sip, "is that a bad thing?"

"i'd at least like to know your name before i fuck you, yeah," he took a sip of his and perched on the edge of the armchair opposite her. her legs looked deliciously long and slender from this angle, and the light bounced off of them and caused a sleek shine. "is that a bad thing?"

"i suppose not," she hummed, and leaned forward to place her drink on the table. her cleavage squeezed between her arms as she moved and lewis struggled to keep himself composed. "Y/N."

Y/N.

he felt at peace knowing he had a name to put to the face, and it was just as beautiful as he imagined. she leaned back in her chair and her eyes gazed over him, and he was in awe of how she did everything so effortlessly. he leaned over the coffee table and hovered over her, his hands resting on the arm of her chair.

now that they could see one another clearer, and the atmosphere was less intrusive, there was a self consciousness surrounding them, as if they didn't want to get it wrong or overstep their mark; even though they both knew what they were here to do.

when lewis leaned down to kiss her, she melted into him almost immediately, and any traces of the feisty, fiery lady she once was at the bar had subsided. she was his, ultimately and indefinitely his, for this night.

lewis' hands trailed down her arms and along the stitching of the dress in an attempt to find the zipper from earlier. "may i...?" he asked, although when she'd started to nod, he was already pulling it down.

the dress completely unzipped and when lewis sunk to his knees and helped her to shimmy out of it, she didn't stop him. his lips caressed her thighs, kissing at the hot, slightly sweaty skin just to tease her as his thumbs and forefingers massaged at her calves.

her impatience had begun to seep through and it was clear to him she was beginning to become desperate when he noticed the material of her lace underwear changing colour due to the damp patch. he couldn't help but smirk.

his lips trailed across her pubic bone, that was partially hidden by the flimsy excuse for underwear, and as he kissed along the hot skin, she jolted and shimmied in anticipation.

"waiting for something?"

Y/N bucked her hips, but lewis' hands flew to her thighs and stopped her before she could gain any friction from the contact. "i said," he repeated, "are you waiting for something?"

she grumbled, "if you're not gonna fucking do it, then i'll find someone else who will."

lewis' eyes darkened, and she soon realised she was probably going to regret saying those words. he yanked at the material of her underwear and pulled it off in one swift motion, tossing it over his shoulder. "legs up," he motioned for her to swing her legs onto the arms of the chair, and she obliged, swinging them up onto the arms despite the ache it brought to her thighs. "good girl, you do know how to listen."

he savored the moment, allowing his fingers to slide within her folds and touch her delicately, swirling the pad of his middle finger around her clit and pressing softly into her opening. she was mewling, soft little whimpers and hardly-there noise that screamed out so much.

lewis' tongue swirled around her clit and immediately her hands flew to his dreadlocks. his hands splayed across her thighs as he worked his tongue around her, his facial hair only adding to her sensations.

"you taste so fucking good," he pulled away for a minute, and she looked up to watch him conjuring up spit. "i could stay here all fucking night."

she moaned, tipping her head back and getting lost in the feeling of him. she'd never experienced head like this before, and she couldn't quite contain herself. his hands moved from her thighs down to her bum, where one massaged the flesh and the other trailed up to where she needed attention the most.

"are you sure you can handle this? hm?" he cooed, pulling his lips away from her clit and causing her to cry out, "i don't know if you're ready."

"i am," she pouted, "please, lewis."

he smirked, and with that he pressed two fingers inside of her, and immediately she began to clench. "see, i told you i'd have you begging."

his fingers inside of her felt surreal, the way they hit every ridge and curve so well and slid through her wetness. she was dripping down his hand, she knew it, and she showed no shame. his fingertips curled and when they tickled her g-spot she flinched, her legs shooting outwards with a mind of their own.

"god, fucking hell if you keep on doing that i'm gonna cum."

lewis kissed at the inside of her thigh as he continued to fuck her with his fingers, "what did i tell you earlier about your manners, darling? they really are atrocious."

"i-i'm sorry," she mumbled, "please can i...?"

"please can you what, Y/N?"

she frowned for a second but she was whipped into shape quickly when he slapped her thigh. "please can i cum?"

"see," lewis kissed her clit and made her jolt, "that really wasn't so hard, was it baby?"

she shook her head, and when lewis' movements sped up, she saw it as her sign to cum. her legs trembled and her back arched off of the armchair, and she came hard and fast all over his fingers. he looked up at her with hooded eyes as she came down from her orgasm, her arms were over her head tugging at the armchair cushion and her back was still arched. she looked fucked out already, and her heavy breathing made him hard as a rock.

he knew he needed her now, no more waiting. he had to be inside of her, he wanted to make everyone in the rooms surrounding him know he could pleasure a woman right.

she felt a buzz in her stomach at the manhandling. lewis had picked her up from her state on the armchair and pushed her onto all fours on the adjoining sofa.

"do you still believe that i don't have what it takes, sweetheart?"

she turned her face round to look at him, and when he pulled his shirt off to reveal a body full of tattoos, she almost died on the spot. he knew she was checking him out, and he couldn't help but flex a little as he weaved his belt out of his trousers, and when she shook her head with a smirk on her face, she knew she was in trouble.

"well i think you're a fucking liar." he grabbed at her neck and squeezed the flesh softly until she made an audible choking sound, and then he released her. she continued to admire him through hazy eyes, and when he stood completely naked behind her she almost felt her knees give way.

he lined himself up with her and pushed in all the way, leaving her almost screaming at the fullness. he left her no time to properly adjust to his size before he pulled out and slid back inside her again with ease.

"oh, fuck, lewis," she cried out, her head throwing back. he grabbed ahold of her hips and squeezed at the flesh of her bum, slapping and kneading it between his hands. "you're so fucking big."

he left a slap to her bum once more. he enjoyed the ego boost.

"so fucking tight," he grunted as he continued to thrust, each time getting deeper and deeper, "your boyfriend really doesn't fuck you right, does he baby? hm?"

"no," she whined, a yelp of pain drawn from her lips when he wrapped his hand around her hair and used it as leverage, too. "only you, lewis."

he slapped her bum again. "that's the right fucking answer, only i can fuck you this good," his hips were slamming against her bum now, and lewis watched the constant loop of recoils that took place in front of him. "isn't that right, baby? hm? you're never gonna go to anybody else, that pussy's all mine, isn't it?"

"n-no, sir," she choked out, and lewis audibly growled, "nobody else. yours."

he laughed at her garbled nonsense. "good girl, you sound so pretty now that there's not a thought left in that pretty little head."

Y/N knew she wasn't going to last much longer, and lewis could tell because of the wet sounds her pussy was making as he fucked her, and the way she clenched him like a vice every time he pulled back out.

"gonna cum for me, Y/N?" he left a slap to her bum and pulled her right up against his chest by her hair, until he managed to wrap an arm around her torso and lock her in with his strength. her arms wrapped around his neck and she tugged at his dreads. "come on, baby. i know you can."

his free hand reached around and strummed at her clit, leaving her no wiggling room. the overstimulation became too much, and as lewis' lips bit down on her earlobe, she squirted all around him, her pussy clenching and convulsing uncontrollably as she screamed and rode out her high.

it took everything in lewis not to cum inside of her then and there, but he knew he needed restraint. he needed to be careful.

he pulled out of her and she fell limp, but lewis manhandled her once again, "don't think you're finished yet, baby," he pushed the strands of sweaty hair from her face over to the side of her neck, "i wanna see my dick in your pretty mouth first."

she hummed, and took as much of him in her mouth as she could, and lewis couldn't help but thrust his hips. the contractions of her throat gagging around him made his groan, and he had to suck in deep breaths every time he pushed back into her mouth.

spit trickled down Y/N's chin and pooled at her knees on the floor as she sucked at him sloppily. the movements of her tongue combined with his thrusts down her throat meant he wasn't going to last long.

"hold still," lewis said, bunching her hair up into a ponytail with his hand and fucking her face, the noises falling from her mouth at the sensation enough to make him groan. "fu-uck, that's it. good girl."

one hand fell to her cheek and she looked up at him as his dick slipped in and out of her mouth, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. he pressed the base of his dick flush against her tongue, and admired her pretty face as beads of cum landed on her tongue, nose and cheeks.

she gathered it all up on her tongue and he watched as she let it drool from the tip and trickle down onto her chest, merging with her spit and sweat. he'd never been more ready for another round in his life.

Y/N sat back on her heels and when lewis held out a hand for her to get up, her legs wobbled and she had to wait several moments before they regained usage.

"thank you," she smiled, wiping her chin, "i've not had sex that good in a long time."

"ditto," lewis smiled. the pair of them sat back on the sofa in silence, enjoying the company of the other person. "if you want to stay, you can."

"thank you," she smiled again, a sincere, almost apologetic smile. "i'd love that, but i think i need to shower before i make my mind up."

he nodded, and rose to his feet with an outstretched arm, "come with me, i'll help you clean yourself up."

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Cod Characters General Dating Headcanons (part three)

+ Random and Some bits of Chubby Fem S/O Headcanons with mentions of different nationality S/O

+ What type of BF/GF they would be

Including König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves (+ some headcanons including the Shadows), Makarov

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Fem terms and pronouns like she/her are used for the reader

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

A/n: I tried so hard to get this one out in time with the other but my other wips are getting to me 😭. I posted twice today just to feed y'all ahaha.

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical Cod things, OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Tiny sidenote: the reader in this has been describe to be shorter than the characters and has been mentioned to have a soft body rather than the muscular type.

König

ꕥ (PLEASE DON'T COME AFTER ME, I DON'T KNOW ANY GERMAN AND I'M USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE)

ꕥ Speaking of König, I don't think this man is the shy boy that some people is making him out to be (not that he doesn't have that side at all, I just feel like they make it his whole personality). Based on voice lines alone this man is cocky asf.

ꕥ There's a reason for his mask, yes he was bullied as a child because of his looks and that's one of the causes to his social anxiety but that doesn't mean this mf is shy. He just like to avoid people and social interactions yk. (Y'all have no idea how much I can relate to this)

ꕥ Has and will continue to use his height to his advantage, someone bothering you while you're both sat having a wonderful time together? This mf stands the fuck up, shoulders back, chest out and everything. Looming over that person while glaring down, arms crossed while they're engulfed by the shadow of this 6'10 behemoth of a man.

ꕥ Chubby!Reader? He'll throw you over his shoulders, only using one arm below your ass while he carries you off. Seriously it is no problem to this man, he'd beg you to sit on his face and suffocate him. If anything I'd say he has a preference for it yk, very soft and plush reader for real.

ꕥ Our DIY king here wearing a shirt for a hood, his hair sticking out of the hole for the head whenever he's dressing casual. Play with his hair like right now, you'll make him melt right then and there.

ꕥ Enjoys cuddling, hasn't had many partners and by that I mean kinda none. Nobody was insane enough to approach him till you came around so he's very touch starved. He didn't even know he enjoyed touching that much till he was able to feel the amount of warmth your body gives him. He'd swear on his life that he was intoxicated in that moment.

ꕥ Whenever you sit or straddle on his lap, he's still so fucking tall. I swear you will gain neck pains if you wanna keep eye contact while talking to him. (I understand the struggle, I am a 5'1 girly. Every character I know within the CoD universe is taller than me 😭)

ꕥ Doesn't actually wear his mask around you, he's comfortable and trust you enough to know you wouldn't go around telling everyone what he looks like.

ꕥ Nicknames he'd call you in German are Mein Schatz, Fräulein, Liebling, Engel and Kleine Maus

ꕥ He's still definitely bitter about not being a sniper. (AHAHAHA)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ꕥ (IF I'M BEING HONEST, I DID NOT EXPECT HIS VOICE TO BE THAT DEEP. ALSO HIS VOICE LINES IN KOREAN/HANGUL (IDK WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT)

ꕥ He has doodles on his tactical gear that he did himself (there are also one that are a tribute to squid game because man's had a gambling addiction), has asked you to draw on it too and he proudly wears it when on duty. Will feel stupid while unconsciously smiling if you draw a heart.

ꕥ Writing something down on his vest from your own mother tongue and he's asking the meaning, if it's genuinely something good like a compliment or something like "I love you" then you will catch this man with a shit eating grin.

ꕥ He used to be a gambler before entering the military and it eventually got him to stop, though he still has a thing for risk, he got himself a more deadlier alternative.

ꕥ Expect surprise back hugs, this man isn't called Horangi for nothing. He's stealthy, I like to think that whatever he says to you is well thought out as well. Man knows how to think before he speaks.

ꕥ Horangi likes to pounce on things, just for the fun of it. It leads him to tackle you on your shared bed a lot, lots of play fighting too.

ꕥ HAS THE PRETTIEST EYES EVER. Like seriously, the only people who knows what he looks like is you and König. Had gentle eyes, you know that quote "His eyes softened", yeah that's the definition of his eyes.

ꕥ Loves it when you trace the veins on his arms with your finger nails, will just straight up offer his arm to you.

Keegan P. Russ

ꕥ This man and his panty dropping voice like holy hell I have never heard a voice as deep as his without a vocal fry (from those try hard guys on TikTok who try to hard thinking their thirst traps are good).

ꕥ Calls you "kid" in an affectionate way? It's honestly just what he calls anyone younger than him, you're shorter? He'll emphasize on that shit. Elaborating on the nickname I said earlier, he uses it less when y'all are dating but still does on some occasions.

ꕥ Would say the most dirty and uncalled for things, whispering it in your ears. He's and asshole in the best way possible, loves it when you gasp and playfully slap his chest.

ꕥ He's sweet though, would see you as his wife even if you're not married. You're his now, the moment you entered his life, he basically had a death grip on you.

ꕥ Something tells me that he likes talking about you or to you through radios yk. His voice sounding even deeper through the device, calling you doll even though he's supposed to refer to you with your call sign.

ꕥ Praise kink? I mean you've more likely heard his voice lines, is the type of man to praise you and ruffle your hair, either that or he'll kiss you depending on what stage of your relationship you are both in.

ꕥ Constantly thinks his eyes are weird even though they aren't, he just has sleepy eyes. Speaking of sleeping, I feel like he has such a fucked up sleeping schedule and is used to pulling all nighters more than the normal person.

ꕥ Will drag you in bed though and lay his whole weight on top of you because you ain't going nowhere, you are staying there with him and only him.

Philip Graves

ꕥ (If it isn't "Fix It Felix", please tell me I'm not the only one who sees it AHAHAHA)

ꕥ Philip is touchy, somebody for the love of everything that is holy cuddle this man please. He is just screaming at any type of physical contact at this point. (My sources? Right fucking here)

ꕥ Is the type of boyfriend to come home to you and just hug you, y'all would be there for a solid 10 minutes before he lets you go. Burying his head into your neck and just inhaling your scent while having his arms wrapped tightly around you.

ꕥ His Shadows? More like his fucking children, again going back to the TikTok. He knows how to get their attention, the little pats on the shoulder and small praises are his way of saying they did a good job and they're eating it up.

ꕥ That being said, you are either gonna be their mother figure or someone they enjoy protecting because their dad is so fond of you. Why not be both right?

ꕥ You cannot tell me this man won't be next to the grill, spatula, tongs or whatever kitchen utensil in one hand and a cold bottle of beer in the other.

ꕥ Spends his weekends with you on his lap while he watches football in your guys' couch, you're definitely scrolling on your phone during this.

ꕥ You cannot tell me this man doesn't wear cowboy hats and boots because he certainly does, is it a turn on or a turn off? I genuinely do not know..

ꕥ Is fruity on some aspects but would never fucking admit it..

Makarov

ꕥ Y'ALL ACTUALLY THOUGHT I'D WRITE FOR THIS MAN? NAH THIS ACC IS WHOLESOME (OR ANGSTY) AND ION THINK THIS MAN IS SALVAGEABLE. (This came from a girl who once was obsessed with Tom Riddle for years when she was 13, I recovered from it dw)

ꕥ This man would literally use anyone and anything as leverage for whatever he wants to achieve. (Yes I am one of those "I can fix him" people but damn idk if this man is fixable)

ꕥ Please don't tell me you actually genuinely think this man would be good to you.. I knew what I was writing was unrealistic but damn y'all are delulu on another level (so am I, stay delulu). Jokes aside I love y'all and he's one of the few I won't write for. (AHEM Severus Snape (that greasy mop haired mf)

ꕥ And yes I understand most of my shit are kind of OOC but damn if I wrote him, it would be extremely fucking far from canon and I don't like romanticizing toxic relationships (if I ever do write it, it will be angst and I can't ever promise a happy ending).

ꕥ Happy April fool's! (I know I'm posting this end of September (it's actually October now 😭)

[tarjapearce]

PLEASEEE MORE OF YPUR MIGUEL ANGST IM BEGGING YPUUU

This is a bit of Mama's side of the aftermath 💔-

Pt. 4

At every step you gave further from the burning mess, the deeper the knife he had plunged with his words buried inside your heart.

He doesn't love you.

Your eyes closed, almost loosing your footing in the process of stair descending.

He's disgusted by you

Mind kept chanting the terrible truths and doubts mostly of your family planted in that little brief time you had shared. A constant and eternal reminder to not come close again.

You had to stop for a minute to catch your breath so your brain could alternate between weeping and breathing.

Fucking Normal

His words still rang in your head, his tone as glacial as a blizzard. But even so, the blizzard felt safer since you would close your eyes to shield yourself from the snow. But how could you shield yourself from his piercing and judging glare? You had no armor against that cause in truth, you never felt needing it whenever you were with him.

He had disarmed you bit by bit, stashing your emotional armor behind in a vault only he knew the combination of, cause he made sure you'd never need it again, but now, you were left bare before him. Stripped, bare and shunned.

Was this one of his tactics? To make you feel loved, cared for and needed, to then just discard you?

He never loved you

Nausea clawed at your throat as the anxiety drilled and forced itself into your brain and guts.

You went home in a cab.

---

"Sweetie? W-What's wrong? You ok?"

Jess' words only reopened the wounds, fresh blood oozing from them as you clung to her and sobbed onto her shoulder as soon as she opened her apartment door.

"What happened, babe?"

You just hugged her as your breakdown spilled from the seams, unable to hold it anymore.

"M-Miguel..." Your throat choked as you tried to wipe your tears.

"He never... He doesn't..." You tried to hold your breath and voice steady so you could properly talk. But none of it was happening.

"He doesn't love me" You blurted and Jessica's eyes went wide.

"What are you talking about? He lo-"

"H-He thinks I'm just like my family, Jess..."

Your throat constricted again and she held you tightly.

"I know you warned me about him"

Jessica shook her head as she caressed your hair and sighed upon hearing your mourning heart speaking for you.

"I should've listened"

"I'm here with you, Sweetheart."

"He knows our of everyone that I'd never hurt him..."

"I know you wouldn't. You don't have to justify yourself to me, babe. He better apologizes. He needs to"

Your head shook.

"He doesn't want me. I can't be with someone that doesn't want me."

"C'mon, don't say that. We both know you love him"

"That's exactly the problem Jess! I know I love him, and right now I wish I didn't cause he hurt me with his stupid thinking that I'd judge him! He-" You sniffed and gave a shaky breath, "How can I trust him when he said I was just like them knowing that I don't get along with my family?! That I barely talk to them!" More sniffling came as Jess pulled the tissue box for you.

"You... you should've seen the way he looked at me."

You had to breath in between choked sobs to make coherence of your words.

"It hurt and still hurts so bad..."

Jessica's lips pursed in a straight line as she saw the few belongings you had left on Miguel's with you. Your necklace gone too. A necklace she had helped Miguel pick for you, to officially ask you to date him.

Shit.

Despite the anger coursing through her veins like molten lava, she knew that the only thing she could do for you was to be there as a friend. She'd deal with him later. Right now, all she could do was to drive you home, provide you tissues and a shoulder to cry upon, and help you to get the remnants of his presence out of your apartment. Our of your system. Out of your life.

Each item had a little of his essence still etched to them. A couple of hoodies that smelled like him. Faded cinammon and leather like with a tiny tone of your lavender detergent. A pair of his sunglasses that had his greasy fingertips imprinted on the black glass, and the t-shirt you had shared your body for the first time with him.

A t shirt you had begged him to keep, due the meaningful moment shared with him. As corny as he thought it was, he allowed you to keep it, after praising how good your thighs looked when you wore it.

And now, it was tossed to the box of mementos, ready to be sent back to their righ owner.

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"Is bad..."

"You think!?" Sarcasm dripped, laced with venom on her voice. Jessica sighed and rubbed her temples as Peter was probably rubbing his face.

"Look, I'll see what I can do, ok?"

"You're not understanding, Peter. She just packed in his stuff, she wasn't wearing that necklace. And she was definitely having an anxiety attack when she came to me. I don't..."

She had to take a sharp inhale of air before speaking again

"I give two shits he's our friend. But he crossed the line. I'll give you his things for you to hand them over to him."

"Right. Right."

Peter sighed once more.

"I swear... Sometimes Miguel just..."

"He's acting like an ass, stop coddling him!"

"Im not. He's had it rough."

"And so his now ex girlfriend! And she doesn't go around, treating people like shit just cause he's unable to properly manage and sort his emotions!."

Peter just rose his brows in surprise at her words.

"W-What happened anyways?"

"They went to meet her family. Things didn't go well, I think, and they had a fight back home. She said that he told her that her family believes him a freak. You know how he is regarding that."

"Shoot... I'll try to talk some sense into him. If I find him that is. You know he just... isolates."

Jessica rolled her eyes.

"Let me know if anything happens. She's asleep now. Had to give her some sleep gummies. Babe needs a break."

"Of course. Nights then."

Peter hung up and Jess pulled the box on the living room. As much as he wanted to give Miguel a piece of her mind, she knew this was something he had to solve on his own.

At least, for tonight your broken heart could find some fake and momentary peace. Jessica just stared at your sleeping form and then at one of your pictures with him in your mirror. A small strip of kissing booth pictures, something you had probably bribed him to try.

A soft yet genuine smile on Miguel's face as you kissed his cheek with a loving grin.

"Dammit, Miguel"

Jessica Mumbled, unsure of trespassing your intimate bubble and hide the picture away. She just closed your door and let you rest instead.

[talaok]

I was thinking about the reader having a close guy friend who has a crush on her and it makes pedro jealous and angry that why the reader can't realize it?

pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

warnings: angst, jealousy

"You know, I was thinking that tomorrow we could go to that sushi place you like" Pedro called from the bathroom, as he finished brushing his teeth.

You smiled to yourself as you got into bed before remembering something.

"Tomorrow?" you asked

"yes" He nodded, walking into the bedroom "We haven't gone there in a while"

"It's just...Steve asked me to go out with him tomorrow"

Even if he was turned around, you could see all his muscles tense.

"Steve?"

"yeah," you confirmed, "maybe we could go out the day after tomorrow?"

"Just the two of you?" He ignored your proposal, finally facing you

The question confused you a little bit

"Yup, he said we haven't seen each other in a while and he missed me"

"of course" he chuckled, a trace of bitterness in his tone

"What?" you frowned

"Nothing I'm just wondering if he'll finally use this opportunity to propose"

"What are you talking about baby?"

"oh c'mon you know" 

"no, I don't know" 

He was looking at you as if you had just admitted to not knowing how much 2+2 is.

"y/n listen as much as I'd like to believe you, I know you're way too smart not to know what I'm talking about"

You threw your blanket off your body, suddenly hot.

"Pedro" you stated as calmly as you could "I'm telling you, I have no idea what you're trying to say"

"oh really?" he raised his eyebrows, "you don't know? You don't know why I don't like when you hang out with the same guy who has not missed a single opportunity to tell you how beautiful or amazing or perfect you are? Who texts you 24/7? Who literally comes running whenever you need anything?"

Your mouth was parted but you needed a moment to process his words before being able to come up with some of your own.

"What are talking about?" 

He sighed frustratedly, running a hand through his hair

"I'm talking about the fact that he likes you! That he- actually you know what, I'm talking about the fact that he's in love with you y/n!"

And there it was

It was as if time had stilled, as if the world had stopped spinning.

Why was he getting so angry about this? How long had he been keeping this to himself?

And most importantly-what the actual fuck was he on about?

"Steve is my friend Pedro- I've known him for like six years, just cause he's a good friend doesn't mean he likes me" you sighed "Since when do you get jealous? This is not like you"

"are you serious?" he dropped his hands by his sides "You seriously don't fucking see it?"

"what? What is there to see?" you gestured, getting up from the bed

"y/n he gave you roses on valentines day!" he huffed a laugh raising his head to the ceiling "What friend does that?"

"that-that doesn't mean anything it was just a nice gesture it didn't mean anything"

"of course" he paused a moment before looking at you again, so many emotions clouding his eyes they almost looked a different color "y/n I don't know if you're lying to yourself or if you actually don't see it, but I'm telling you- he likes you"

"wh-" you stuttered, unable to do anything but beg your brain to start working again.

"he looks at you like your an angel sent from heaven y/n" he sighed "and you are, you know that, but I'm the only one who's supposed to feel that way" he said "not- not fucking Steve too"

"he-he's just a friend" you muttered,

you didn't know if you were telling yourself or him anymore

"I know he is" he nodded "but I also know that's not everything he wants to be"

"how-how would you know?"

"Because I'm not blind, baby!" he insisted, getting closer to you "because I would bet a million dollars that if you called him right now and told him you liked him he'd come running!"

"that's not true! We're just friends- he- he doesn't like me that way"

"y/n c'mon!" he groaned "How do you think it makes me feel? To see him drooling over my girlfriend every time we go out?"

"Pedro he doesn't like me!"

"He does! And I'm tired of pretending he doesn't" Frustration was tracing his every word "He needs to get a fucking grip, Someone needs to tell him how things actually are, and if you don't wanna do it then I gladly will"

"what do you even mean?"

"I mean telling him to back off!"

"Pedro I-"

"please-" he stopped you, his voice lower now, more pleading "please don't tell me again that he doesn't like you"

"but-"

"ok how 'bout this" he interrupted you again, "You ask him"

"What?"

"yeah, if you're so sure he doesn't like you why not just ask him?"

"Because... because it's weird"

"it's not weird- and if he's an honest man he'll tell you the truth"

You stared at him

Was he serious?

"Are you being serious?"

"one hundred percent" he nodded "Tomorrow" he stated, "you ask him, and I'm coming too"

"you're not coming"

He cocked an eyebrow "I'll be outside, I don't want him trying any weird shit"

"Pedro..."

"I just- I'm tired of it y/n"

You sighed "fine" before sitting back on the bed, feeling all your energy drained.

He sat beside you after a moment

"How long have you kept this to yourself?" you finally broke the silence, turning to him just to find his gaze already on you.

"Since I met him"

"Pedro...that was 2 years ago" 

"I know"

You paused, again

"You know that I would never cheat on you, right?"

"of course I do" he sighed "It's just- him... I don't like him"

You let out a small laugh "Yeah, I gathered"

"I can't help it" he murmured, his hand going to stroke your cheek "There can only be one man all over you" he smiled a lazy smile "and luckily... that man happens to be me"

[whumpshaped]

a concept just rammed into my head and i will now share it with my fellow Ambac Rotators on this blog: beck and helle species(?) switch

beck as a (relatively) new vampire

helle as a vampire hunter

no idea where this is gonna go. i just had the sudden image of human!helle pinning down a vampire 🛐

good day anon. i finally have the tentative spoons to engage w the fantasy (that ive been meaning to write for FOREVER and ur ask served as a good reminder of my goals and aspirations thank u)

masterlist

vampire hunter beck

tw vampire whumpee, dehumanisation, pet whump

Beck had been overly cautious every time he went hunting. He had to be, as a stupid little runt without anyone to protect him.

He had crawled out of his grave and into the clutches of a woman he barely recognised, only to immediately be discarded once she realised he couldn't use magic. He had begged her to leave him alive at least, promising to stay out of her way and go 'hunt' on someone else's territory; not his proudest moment, but then again, he had little to be proud of lately.

He hunted as best as he could, picking off lone passerby and muffling their cries as he drank his fill, too frantic and hungry to really care about causing pain. Then he disappeared for days, sometimes weeks, terrified of drawing attention to himself. And the cycle would repeat.

Until one day, he slipped up and chose the wrong target.

Beck had never seen a hunter before, especially not so up close and personal — and now that they were straddling his waist and putting a stake to his heart, he decided he didn't fucking like them. He had his hands up on either side of his head without having to be told, completely still in an attempt to appease the hunter who had caught him.

"You're the runt," they stated, not even a hint of doubt in their voice, but Beck nodded anyway.

"Yes, sir," he breathed, very aware of the sharp point digging into his chest whenever he dared inhale.

The title wasn't a conscious choice, really. He'd had to talk his way out of quite a few confrontations before, and if there was one thing he'd learned throughout all of it, it was that manners never hurt.

The hunter looked amused, leaning down a little and inadvertently placing more of their weight on the stake. Beck tensed under them, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of his inevitable demise. "Sir? Have I gotten myself a polite little leech?"

"I can be very polite so long as I'm alive, sir," he said hastily, and they chuckled.

"Alive... as if. Don't flatter yourself. I've seen corpses that looked better than you."

Beck pressed himself even more against the ground. "You're right, sir," he squeaked. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, listen." They clicked their tongue at him, like one would to get a pet's attention, and he reluctantly opened his eyes again. "I've got a deal for you."

"A... a deal?"

Was this common? He had nothing to compare this to. Were all hunters like this?

"Only because you're so well-behaved." They pressed down on the stake a little, as a gentle reminder for Beck to keep behaving, and he was suddenly very eager to nod along. "You see, runts are pretty rare. And regular vampires... they can't really be kept. It's a one and done deal, I come in, I stake them, I get my money."

That was simple enough. Terrifying, but simple. But also– "K-kept?"

"Kept," they repeated, grin widening. "Like a dog."

Beck swallowed. He had a feeling of where this was going, and he did not like the implications. "I... I see."

"And while I'm pretty successful, as far as hunters go... This is a dangerous job. I could use a buffer."

"No," he said timidly. "Please, I can't do anything, I can't– I can barely hunt, I'm starving half the time–"

"I could do with bait, too," they interrupted, shushing Beck when they saw him open his mouth to protest. "And of course, because I deal fairly, I'd let you have some blood in exchange. Can't have a pet without feeding it."

That... That made the offer sound much better, all of a sudden. He hadn't had anything to drink in at least a week, getting by on whatever dead animal he could find in the parks at night. Drinking from roadkill. His mouth was watering at the mere thought of human blood, even though the hunter hadn't yet specified what they'd be feeding him.

"Mmm, what is it? Interested?" they taunted, and Beck couldn't resist nodding a little. He wanted someone to protect him so badly; apparently even if they were a hunter.

"What... what do I need to do, sir?" he asked as respectfully as he possibly could, already wincing when the hunter pulled out a collar from their coat pocket and threw it into his hand.

"First things first, put that on. We'll discuss the rest on the way home."

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[sweet-villain]

Slow Dancing In The Dark~E.M 

@slightlyvicked asked:

I'd love an angsty one with Eddie - where the reader was the first girl to join Hellfire, and has been Eddie's 'special girl', sitting beside him, always the one in the passenger seat in his van, and so on and then one day a new girl comes by and suddenly it's like the reader has been replaced. But no tears, no begging - instead readers starts distancing herself, giving her Hellfire shirt back; cut to shreds and she won't talk to Eddie, she won't even look at him, it's like he doesn't exist to her - cold as ice and when Eddie confronts her she tells him "I'm not jealous of the new girl, I'm disappointed in YOU! Because you made me feel special but clearly anyone with boobs can be your special girl. Then I'd rather be alone."

And then Eddie has to actually fight to win her back, their friendship and love. Because I read so many fics where Eddie has an ephipany and then apologizes and everything is all good again. That's not OK! He should prove it!

This is something that happened to me in my teenage years - but I'm very much 'you show me you don't give a fuck I'll show you I'm better at it' and I'd like to see a bit of a petty reader like that. One can't adult all the time ;)

Angst

Stephanie

She was the new girl that caught Eddie's attention. It was like a hole beneath your feet sucked you in and replaced you with her. She had long dark hair with green eyes, she sported a Metallica shirt with some shorts with a pair of converse on your feet. The same converse you wore on your feet.

People called her Steph. To Eddie, she was smart, pretty, fun to be around and she had heads turns whenever she giggled or talked.

The hardest pill to swallow was watching how Eddie acted around her. His eyes showed heart shaped eyes, the smile on his face widen at the sight of her, he waited for her by her locker and by her class.

You had a tray of your lunch in your hands walking with Dustin and Mike on either side of you. You wore your Hellfire shirt sporting with a pair of shorts.

You had no idea what Dustin was talking about as you followed to catch up. You halted in your step seeing she was sitting right besides Eddie in your spot. It has been only a week and she had taken your spot.

Dustin sat opposite as he noticed you standing by the table.

" Aren't you going to sit Y/N?" He asks, but his eyes followed your line of vision seeing that Stephanie was in your spot by Eddie. You pursed your lips feeling a pang of hurt as you walked around the table to sit down next to Dustin. He frowned with his eyebrows knitted together.

Eddie titled his head as he looked over to you asking if you were okay in silence. His eyes in question, waiting your answer. He watched as you turned to converse in a conversation with Dustin as you ate some of your lunch.

He dove his fingers into the bag of pretzel he brought to lunch with and throws one at you. It hits you square in the face. You let it drop to the ground not paying attention to it or to Eddie who been trying to get you to look at him.

" She doesn't seem to want to be bothered" Stephanie spoke laying her hand on top of Eddie's hand. Eddie froze at the contact of her hand on his as he glance down feeling his heart flutter. You had too noticed the way she placed her hand on top of his, running her finger tips on top of his hand.

" Oh" Eddie says as he shifts in his seat averting his gaze from her to you. When he notices you barely had looked over at him, he frowns. He has no idea what was going on with you lately.

Stephanie continues to try to cheer up Eddie and he seems to do better as he laughs at one of her jokes. You gripped your fork in your hands a little too tight, breaking off the plastic into two.

" Are you okay?" Dustin asked. You threw the broken plastic fork onto the half eaten lunch as you nodded. You stood up from the table, mumbling you needed to get something in your locker as you didn't bother to make any eye contact with the rest of Hellfire table.

Why should you when your best friend doesn't even pay attention to you anymore? It hurt the way he would laugh at her joke, let her touch him like you touch him, the way he walked with her to class and waited for her.

It hurt.

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A tap on your shoulder startled you in your train of thought and turned around to face the person that wanted your attention. Your eyes laid on the brown doe eyes of your best friend as he stood balancing back and forth on his heels.

You rose your eyebrow waiting for him to talk.

" I know I give you a ride to home, but can you look for another ride?" He asked, scratch the back of his neck looking nervous. You frowned. Eddie always gave you rides from school and to school, this morning he was late to school. You had called Steve to drop you off, hating that you had to bother him but he waved it off as he was on his way to work.

" Uh, sure" you nodded like it wasn't a big deal. It was though. The passenger seat of his van had a name to it. It was reserved for only his "special girl" which was you.

But since Stephanie entered his life, things have been changing and it's hurting your friendship with him. Maybe more, because he was clueless in how you felt about him. You buried your feelings for him deep down, afraid to to tell him to lose him.

He bite his bottom lips spotting the sadness on your face. He laid a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

" I'm sorry sweetheart. I just want to get to know Steph a little better. You know?" His cheeks turned red as he said her name.

You nodded swallowing the lump in your throat as you took your book bag out of your locker, taking one strap and sliding on your shoulder. " Thank you, sweets" he sends you a smile as he hurries down the hall to her locker. You hung your head feeling the tears but you angrily brushed him off not letting him get to you like that.

You walked out into the parking lot just in time to see Robin getting into Steve's BMW and raced there.

" Robin!" you shouted to her. Her head shot up at the mention of her name as she looked around the parking lot seeing you running up to the car. You stood nearby, trying to catch your breathe.

" Something wrong?" she asks. Her hands on the door as Steve peeks through the little gap at you, his eyebrows knitted together.

" Can I get a ride home?" you asked. Looking at Steve through the windshield and to Robin. Steve looks through the parking lot seeing Eddie's van and him nearby with a girl.

" Get it" Robin says. You get in the back, throwing your backpack in as you say hello to Steve. Steve turns to look at you.

" I thought Munson was driving you home?" He asks.

" Not anymore" you scoffed putting your arms across his chest. " He's driving Stephanie home" you spatted in anger, slouching in the seat. Robin and Steve share a look.

" Who's Stephanie?" he asks.

" Just some girl" you responded. " Can you please drive?"

As Steve drove down and away from the parking lot, Eddie spotted you in the back of Steve's car and his hands on the wheel tighten. Stephanie takes notices as she looks over.

" You alright?" Eddie nods as he fishes out a cigarette from his pocket. " Let me help" Stephanie says as she does it for him, putting one in his mouth and taking out his lighter.

The same lighter you gave him for one of his birthday's. It has his initials on it with the Hellfire logo on it. It was special, just like you were to him. If he only knew.

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You hadn't seen Eddie all weekend for your usual movie nights. You didn't mind as you wallowed yourself in baking treats for Hellfire club that following day.

You grasped a hold of the drama door and throwing it opened holding a plastic food container filled with cookies. The same cookies you spend baking all weekend with Hellfire logo on them, they didn't look to the exact but you can still tell it's the logo.

You paused at your step seeing Eddie is on his throne, but next to him. It the very spot you used to sit it, is her. Stephanie. You scrunched up your nose with a frown as you made your way to the seat across from Eddie, a little far from him placing the cookies on the table.

" You're early Y/N" he says. There was no usage of the nickname sweetheart added. It made your heart sink to your stomach. It stung that he used your name. Stephanie waved to you but then she sat with her arms folded across her chest.

You shrugged, " Kinda wanted to surprise everyone with these" you tapped the plastic container that had cookies inside. Eddie's mouth watered at the sight of them. He loved it when made tears for the campaign.

" You know they have quite a lot of calories per cookies" she speaks. Your eyes turned into slit as you scoffed. Who asked her opinion?

" You shouldn't really eat so much sweets Eds, it will ruin your dinner. You know?" she says, batting her eyelashes at him and places her hand on his arm. He stiffs on his throne as he eyes your cookies and watches as you open the lid.

" Do you want one?" you asked him, offering it to him. His eyes can see the chocolate glistering in the light and the smell of homemade cookies made his mouth water once again. His hand begged to reach one and get it. But he eyed Stephanie as she was watching him.

" Well?" you waited, holding the container and shaking it with an eyebrow raised. He looked between you and Stephanie again but he couldn't answer as the doors opened again. The rest of the Hellfire club stumbled in, loud as usual. They all took their spots.

All the chatter stopped as they spotted Stephanie in your seat.

" Since when did she join?" Mike asked, pointing to Stephanie.

" Since now, Wheeler" Eddie answers, his lips thrown in a thin line. Mike points to you, " I thought Y/N was the only girl that was allowed to join us"

" Yeah Edward, I thought I was the only special girl allowed you be in Hellfire?" you asked, gritting your teeth. Eddie's eyes shot over to you as he hears you call him by his full name. He doesn't flinch. His eyes grow darker as his jaw tenses.

" I'm the Dungeon Master and what I say, goes. Now sit down shrimps. We are playing" they all settled down but the sound of you shaking the container full of cookies.

" I forgot all about these" you put the container in the middle. " Enjoy boys.... and Stephanie" you took one cookie as you sat down, happily munching. Eddie sits back on his throne as he expects you.

The boys scrambled up, attacking each other for cookies while you smirk watching Stephanie squirm in her seat.

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The campaign to your point was a whole disaster, Eddie had thrown every trick up his sleeve to push your buttons. Stephanie is permanently part of the Hellfire club as Eddie promised she would get a shirt.

You sat in your own car, having it fixed finally. You glared at Eddie's van with two hands gripping the steering wheel seeing him lean against it, smoking a cigarette while talking to her.

Your heart cracks into two when you see him lean down to her level and kiss her. Tears spring down your cheek as you shove your Hellfire shirt off of you. Putting it into a ball, you threw it into the passenger seat not caring that you were sitting in the parking lot with just your bra on.

Your head leaned on the steering wheel as tears ran down your cheeks. Why did this happen to you? Why not you? Why her? What was so special about her?

You wiped away your tears just in time to catch Stephanie's eyes as she held the biggest smirk on her face.

You nodded.

She won.

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The doors to the cafeteria opened and you strolled in holding the torn up Hellfire shirt in your hands. Your head raised, not a word uttered from you all day to the rest of the Hellfire boys, not even to Eddie when he asked you for a pencil in English class.

" Hey pretty" Patrick says as he comes up behind you, throwing his arm over your shoulder in attempts to walk with you. You glance up at him and stopping in your tracks.

" Piss off" you say, throwing his hand off your shoulder and bending his hand around to his back and kicking him that he stumbles forward. " Bitch" he mutters as he fixes his jacket and makes his way over to the table. The little scene has caught Eddie's attention as he smirks.

He knows you can lay a punch and kick someone's ass if needed but he wasn't prepared to what you were about to do.

" You look pretty today" Dustin says as he lightens up the mood. His smile drops when he doesn't hear a thank you from you. Your hands throw your torn up Hellfire shirt onto the table.

"I quit" you turn on your heels, having packed your lunch in the morning and making your way out of the lunch room. Eddie sits up from his seat as he takes the torn up Hellfire shirt. It was torn every where like you were filled with anger about something. He notices that you written with a sharpie, " Fuck you Eddie Munson."

" Holy shit" Gareth says with his wide eyes. Dustin has his hands on his head as he stares at Mike in disbelief. The whole Hellfire club is in shock at what just happened.

" Good for her" Stephanie says. Eddie's eyes shoot over at her. His eyes holding anger in them.

" What?" she asks, looking around.

" Y/N is one of the best, one of the sweetest people ever. You don't understand her like we do" Jeff says as he stands up, Gareth follows him as the rest of the Hellfire club leaving Eddie and Stephanie.

Eddie brings the shirt up close to his chest as he hugs him. He can't believe you had quit. Why? His heart sinks feeling like he was losing his best friend.

" she doesn't need you" Stephanie says. " You're better off without her"

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Your jaw tenses as you look down at the paper in front of you. In class you had a surprise quiz and knowing Eddie who sat behind you, was going to ask you for answers. A nudge of the edge of a pencil dug into your back, with a small " pst."

Your nose twitched knowing it was Eddie.

" Sweetheart" he calls out to you in a whisper.

" Mr. Munson, I suggest you keep your eyes on your own paper if you want to pass my class"

Eddie looks down back at his paper. He is clueless on how answer the question. He tries to peek over your shoulder to glance at your answers but you huddled closer to the paper and shielding with you hand over the answers.

He huffed in his seat, tongue peeking out from his lips and remembers Stephanie was sitting on his side. He turns to her to see what she had written on her paper but doesn't see anything.

The paper is blank.

" This is so useless" she whispers to him. " When are we ever going to use this?" she grumbles. " Pst" she calls to you. You can hear her calling you but you paid no mind to her. You had finished the last of the question when you shot out of your seat with the paper in your hands and walking up to your teacher, giving her the pop quiz.

She hums as she sets it down on the rest of the stack of papers of students that already finished.

" You can go" she says to you. You make your way back to your seat and grabbing your books.

"Please sweetheart" Eddie says as his brown doe eyes look at you, pleading. You rolled your eyes, not bothering to talk to him as you make your way out of the classroom.

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You heard little tapping on the window as you walk out of the bathroom. You spot a mane full of curls, those brown doe eyes and the rings on the fingers of your so called best friend as he waited for you to open the window.

Your hands reached over to throw the window opened but paused. Eddie frowns seeing the hesitation in your hands.

" I want to talk" he says. His brown doe eyes are pleading once again. Instead of opening the window, you settled on closing the curtains on him letting him know you weren't about to give him the satisfaction of talking to you.

"Please" he begged tapping on the window. He didn't know what he did wrong but it hurt him that you were avoiding him.

" I miss you" he says. " Sweetheart, we always told each other everything and now your shutting me out. Please.."

You drew the curtains open again, glaring. " Go home, Edward" his lips quiver letting a tear stream down his cheek. He opens his mouth open to say something but you drew the curtain back closed.

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Eddie tried everything to talk to you following weeks. But he was met with silence. Not even a look from you. You stopped having a name sitting in the passenger seat of his van. You stopped being part of Hellfire. You stopped sitting with them at lunch. You switched seats in the classes you had with him. You switched lockers with someone else. Eddie barely saw you in the halls.

His ears perked up at the sound of your laughter. He looked over seeing you talking with Dustin. Dustin was showing you some comics he had that he thought you'd love. He made a joke which made you laugh and caught the attention of Eddie.

He frowned as he moved to listen in, but you caught eye of him in the corner of your eye. He wasn't being slick on what he was doing.

" Listen Dustin as much as I love to keep talking, I gotta get to my locker and grab a few things"

" Sorry to keep you waiting, here take this. I want you to have it" he shoved the comic book he talked to you about into your hands. You gasped as you glance down. Eddie sees the smile that lights up on your face and his heart clenches that he no longer was the reason to make you smile.

" Thank you, you're sweet" you throw your arms around him and pull him into a hug. He returns it, spotting Eddie in the corner of his eye now. He turns to greet Eddie but when he turns to look at you, you were already walking away.

He points finger at his friend and Dungeon Master, " You better fix this. You messed up. She" he points behind him to the way you walked off to, " is an amazing girl that you clearly are missing out on. She didn't deserve the way you treated her. She's Y/N, she kicks ass, she is sweet, she makes cookies, she loves us and hell Eddie, that girl clearly is into you"

" Huh?" Eddie eyes go wide. " She like me?" he puts a hand on his chest in disbelief. You liked him? What?

Dustin rolls his eyes, " You're an idiot."

Eddie looks down the hall way you left and stares at it feeling his heart flutter. You liked him. You liked him. You liked HIM.

He puts his hands through his hair as he grips it, " Fuck."

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You have a hall pass in your hands as you hum through the hall ways on your way to the bathroom when a body shoves you into the bathroom.

" Hey!" you were about to let some other words out when your eyes landed on who shoved you into the bathroom.

" What do you want, Eddie?!" your fist to the side as you glared at him. He blocked the door way with his back to it. He put his hands up, " Let me talk for five mins."

You cross your arms over your chest, " You have three. Starting now"

" I don't know what happened, sweetheart-"

" Don't call me that" you said.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, " You kinda pushed me away when Stephanie came into the group. Do you not like her? Did she say something to you?"

You chuckled, " No, I'm not jealous of the new girl, I'm disappointed in YOU! Because you made me feel special but clearly anyone with boobs can be your special girl. Then I'd rather be alone."

His face soften as he reached up to touch you but you stepped back.

" Don't touch me" he drops his hands to the side, his brown doe eyes staring at you like a puppy got kicked.

" You're special Y/N, to me" you rolled your eyes.

" Clearly I'm nothing to you, Edward. I expected my best friend, the very first person that made me feel special. That made me feel wanted and loved to choose me. But you choose anything with a pair of legs and tits as long as it's not me"

" that's not true" he shake his head.

" Go run back to Stephanie, Munson" you slip past him, forgetting in the first place why you had the hall pass with you as you made your way back to class.

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" I don't understand why were here Robin" you huffed in your seat at the Hide out, a drink in your hands while Steve sat on the other side of you. He threw you an apologetic look on his face fully knowing what this was about.

It was Tuesday and you had a long day today at school with Eddie trying all he could to grab your attention. He got on the tables at the lunch room confessing how sorry he was to you and pleaded on his knees which made you feel embrassed. Eyes turned to you and there was nothing but silence.

You ran away and hide yourself in the library for the rest of the day.

" You look like you needed a drink" she says shrugging as she looks around. A head peeks out from behind one of the doors as she spots the mane of curls looking for her.

" I'll be back" she shoots Steve a look, without you noticing and makes her way over to the back door.

" I don't know what you did Eddie, but I've never seen Y/N like this before" Eddie's shoulder slumps as he nods.

" I'm trying to fix it Buckley, I don't know what to do besides this" he motions to his guitar. Robin sighs, " That girl love you. You know? You've been nothing but an idiot this whole time."

Eddie nods, " I know. Dustin told me the same thing"

" Of course he did, we all saw it. She's been with you from the start, she was the first girl to join your club. You gave her a name in your van on the passenger side, the two of you were joined at him. You are this close to losing her" she pinches her thumb and index finger together as she shows him.

" I need her back" Robin puts a hand on his shoulder, " Good luck."

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The lights dimmed and you noticed who walked on stage.

" Hell no!" you dropped your drank on the floor as you stood up from your seat. One arm was held by Steve and the other held by Robin, they both send you an apologetic look.

" What the hell is this?" you look at Steve, " Steve, I swear"

" Sit down" he says. You shoot a look at Robin, "Buckley I will have your ass"

She nods, " I'm sure of it. Just sit"

You grumbled underneath your breath as you sat down, they both released your arms watching as you crossed them over your chest.

" Hi, my name is Eddie. This is Jeff" he points to him " This is Gareth" he points to him and you look away when he introduced the other guy. " We are Corroded Coffin. We are here tonight, like every Tuesday. This time, I fucked things up with the best gal that stepped into my life. I hope this changes this and she realizes how much I need her..."

Your eyes lock with his as he starts the song, it's not what he usually place. It soft and he begins to sing. Throughout the whole song, he keeps his gaze on you as he pours it all out to you. You can't help but let tears spill down your cheeks hearing the words. He knows how you feel and understand that after all this time, you were the girl he should of been with all a long. You were his special girl.

He understands he has hurt you and wants to take it all back.

You gasp through your tears, feeling the pain getting too much. Just because he sang his heart out to you and in front of 5 drunks including Robin and Steve. He wasn't going to be forgiven easily. He pushed you away for another girl.

You scrambled out of your seat, heart in your throat as you headed out the doors to the Hide Out. You couldn't be here anymore. The song came to a stop as Eddie removes the guitar off of him and give it to Jeff. He races down from the stage to the doors.

He sees your back and races towards you.

A hand wraps around your wrist turning you around to face him. Your hands land on his chest. Your face inches away from him as you stare into his brown eyes.

" Sweetheart" he starts to say, one of his arms is wrapped around your waist while the other moves the hair away from your wet stained tear cheeks.

You remember where you are as you step out of his arms and glare at him.

"Stop" you shake your head and turn around to not look at him but he runs to the other side that your facing him.

" Did you not like the song?" he asks.

" a song isn't going to fix what you did. You hurt me" he nods as he takes a step forward.

" I know I've fucked it up, I can see that" his own tears spill down his cheeks. " I don't know what else to do, I miss you"

" You don't get to sing me a song and think I'll go back to hopping circles around you Munson"

He pleads for you to forgive him.

" Go back to Stephanie"

" I don't want her, I want you" he says reaching for your hand.

" It's too late, Eddie" your eyes filled with tears meet his own as his heart feels like it's been thrown far deep into the ocean, away and forgotten.

He whimpers, " This can't be it sweets."

He shakes his head, " I wanted to be your only special girl. But you chose her. You'll never choose me, I will always come second to you and I don't wanna do this anymore."

" Do what?" He asks.

" This" you motion the space between you and him.

" Sweetheart" he pleads, " don't do this. I want you. I love you"

Your sobbing now hearing the words you wanted to hear all along from him. He finally understands how much he hurt you.

" I need to go" Eddie reaches out to grasp your hand but you push him away. " Stop" his own tears blur his vision as he he's shaking.

He watches you walk away from him, feeling his heart bleeding in the pit of his stomach.

" I love you!" he screams.

You hear the words but you keep walking whispering in the air," I love you too."

[ripdragonbeans]

Not Him, I Swear // modern!Aegon II x Reader // Part 1

CW: afab reader, alcohol consumption, cheating (ex cheated on reader), attempted kidnapping (I guess???), profanity, eventual smut

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Aegon and Cregan have always been the best of friends, much to your dismay. You could handle them on their own, but together? Gods, no. It was bad enough when you'd hang out at Helaena’s place with Aegon hovering around. But when you would be there when Aegon and Cregan were there, it was a whole. Even Helaena’s little brother, Aemond, would have to leave the house. They were just so much to deal with and you had little to no patience for it. 

Aegon and Cregan together was basically their own frat party on the move. That's how loud and obnoxious they were. And just like any frat guy, they all wanted a high body count. So when Aegon decided to unceremoniously ask you out while you were hanging out with Helaena, it was no surprise. He caught you when you were alone in the living room of the apartment shared between the siblings while your friend was in the bathroom.

“Hey, babe,” he slurred his words and leaned against the wall next to you.

You looked him up and down, ignoring the name he called you.“You smell like beer and piss, Aegon.”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “The piss smell is also the beer.” He chuckled at himself and ran his hand through his hair. “I was meaning to ask you something.” He focused his eyes on you.

You nodded your head for him to continue.

“How about you and I go for a date?” He smiled.

You gave Aegon and sickly sweet smile and wrinkled your nose. “Thanks, but no thanks. You're not really my type and your Hel’s brother. A big no-go, really. Good shot, though.” You patted his arm and walked away towards Helaena who was calling you over.

As you walked away Cregan joined his friend’s side.

“Damn, that sucks, dude. I'd say go find another girl but this one would be a conquest.” Cregan said.

“And why would that be?” Aegon asked, his eyes never leaving your fading silhouette.

“Apparently she doesn't fuck anyone, at least not anymore. I heard that since she broke up with her ex she's declared some kind of celibacy. Like she'll only fuck if she gets in another serious relationship.” He rolled his eyes.

“So she's a sad prude?.”

“Not a prude, a challenge.” Cregan smirked.

“Come on, you have to go with us!” Helaena begged.

She, and your other best friend, Jace, were attempting to convince you to go to the frat party that night.

“We can hide you from Aeg, I promise. He doesn't have to be anywhere near you. We'll stay by your side, or at least I will. I know Jace has his eyes set on someone else,” Helaena sent Jace a teasing look. 

Jace blushed at the suggestion. Seeing him all flustered, you took the moment to switch the focus to him.

“Jace! You're looking at someone?” You asked.

Jace rubbed the back of his neck and refused to look up. “It's nothing, it's no one. Just a little crush, you know? Nothing is gonna happen so I'm not gonna try.”

“Well of course nothing is gonna happen if you don't try!” Helaena all but yelled at him.

“Tell me who it is? Please, Jacey?” You pulled out the nickname whenever you wanted something.

Jace rolled his eyes at the name and looked down at the ground.

“His name is Cregan,” he mumbled. 

Your eyes widened. “Cregan? Like Aegon’s best friend, Cregan?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Jace, I'm so excited for you!” Helena jumped up and down in excitement and smothered him in a hug. 

He awkwardly patted her back. “Th- thanks, Hel. But nothing is happening. We're not dating and he doesn't know I like him so…”

Helaena pulled away from the hug, moved her hands to his shoulders, and gripped him hard. “What matters is that you like someone and I'm gonna help you,” she grinned. “Well, I'm gonna help both of you. Yes, you too.” Helaena looked at you pointedly. 

“You, my dear friend,” she turned to you and gently cradled your face, “are gonna go to this party and I'm gonna find you someone.” She briefly pressed her forehead to yours. “After that last guy you deserve someone so much better.”

You pulled Helaena into a tight hug. “I know I do, Hel. Maybe,” you took a step back, “I'll go after Aegon.” 

Immediately the two of them froze. You looked at them in all seriousness before bursting into laughter.

“No, of course I'm not gonna go for Aegon. He would be a nightmare!”

“Just be careful if you do, alright? I'll still stick by your side the entire night.” Helaena reached out to hold your hands. “So you'll come with us?”

You smiled and shook your head. “Yes, Hel. You two broke me. I'll go tonight,” you smiled.

Little did they know, your eye has been on Aegon the last few months.

As the day went by you couldn't keep your ever growing nerves down. It's been forever since you last went to a party like this. Not since…him.

Jason Lannister. 

You met him at a frat party, very much like the one you were about to go to. It was there that he swept you off your feet, cornered you in a lust filled haze. 

You had had too much to drink that night, pushing your limits hard, but you couldn't stop yourself. Dancing with Helaena and Jace, taking shot after shot, grinding up against strangers who held you tight. It was the most fun you've had in months. 

When you got caught up with Jason you swore up and down it was true love. He just knew you. Yes, the first night was filled with passionate kisses and hot touches, but everything felt so natural after that. 

Jason was…protective of you to say the least. He always wanted to know where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing. He insisted he join you almost everywhere. 

“I just want to make sure you're safe,” he would say.

You would tell him that you're fine, that you were with Helaena and Jace, but at any mention of Jace his face would harden. He viewed Jace as competition for some reason. You told him time and time again that he was just a friend. Jason was content to believe that and keep his jealousy at bay. For a while.

His anger overflowed the night you came in drunk, leaning on a sober Jace while he helped you get to Jason’s apartment. While that particular night was blurry, you remembered the yelling and crashing of Jace getting thrown around by Jason. You could recall Jason threatening to kill him but even that was blurry. You tried to break up with him the next day but Jace convinced you not to, saying it was a one night mistake and that everything would be fine. 

That night should've been the breaking point but the one that completely broke you was walking in on Jason fucking Floris Baratheon. You came home after work one evening only to hear moaning coming from your room. You didn't want to believe that Jason could possibly sleep with someone else but the evidence was right there. Floris was being fucked into the mattress while Jason gripped her hips and pistoned into her. He was so lost in bliss that he didn't hear you slam the door as you left.

After Jason you swore off any kind of intimacy before or at the beginning of dating. You didn't want to get hurt. Not again.

Until a certain cocky blond caught your eye.

“Time to party!” Helaena screamed as she entered. “I'll be wearing this super cute baby blue crop top so you have to wear this deep green one!” She pulled out the top, perfectly your size as always. 

You hesitantly looked at your friend. “Hel, this shows a lot. I don't know if that's the vibe I want to have.”

“It's a frat party! I promised I won't leave your side, remember? Pinky swear!” She intertwined her pinky with yours.

“Okay, Hel,” you sighed. “Don't leave me.” You gave her pinky a squeeze before giving her a small smile then let go.

The crop top Helaena picked for you had flared long sleeves with an open back that tied in the front and came with a matching mini skirt. You let Helaena do your makeup, as she insisted she did, but you took control of your hair. 

“Look at us!” Helaena squealed. 

You had to admit that looking in the mirror, you and Helaena looked the perfect combination of cute and sexy. 

You smiled at your friend’s outburst and gave her a tight hug.

“Thank you, Hel, for getting me out. Just don't leave my side.”

“I won't.”

Just as the two of you were heading out of Helaena's apartment, Jace ran to you with a big grin.

“HEY, WHO'S READY TO GET WASTED!” 

You laughed and pulled him into a hug. “I'm not going to get wasted tonight but you do you.”

“But you're gonna party with us, right?”

“Do you not see this cute ass outfit I'm wearing?” You gestured to yourself. “Yes, I'm gonna party with you guys!”

“This night is gonna be fucking lit,” Jace said as he sandwiched himself between you and Helaena and swung his arms over both of you.

All together now, the three of you walked your way to the frat house.

Even from a distance you could hear the thumping bass and see the bright flashing lights from the house. You and your friends slowly made your way to the kitchen, not without squeezing through the dance floor. The scents of sweat and alcohol flowed from everywhere around you. Every other person bumping into you didn't help that much either. Being here was a lot but your promised your friends you would party with them.

Keeping your arm linked with Helaena, you were able to make a drink. Grabbing some fancy peach schnapps some brought and some orange juice you made a fuzzy navel for you and Hel. Jace didn't stay even for that, he grabbed his beer and went out to the dance floor. 

“Well that didn't last long,” you commented.

“Nope, but he's having fun and that’s what matters. Maybe he'll get lucky,” Helaena winked at you. 

She chugged her drink and tossed the solo cup into the trash before pulling you to her.

“Come dance with me! Let's get you to loosen up a bit!” She moved your hands back and forth in a lazy dance.

“Okay, okay, Hel. Let me finish my drink at least”

“Fine, but you take forever to finish.”

“If you really want to dance you can go ahead of me. I promise I'll be okay.”

“Are you sure? I said I wouldn't leave you.”

“You're not abandoning me, you're just doing your own thing for a bit while I drink,” you shrugged.

“Well,” Helaena drew out the word. “If you say so. I'll see you out there in a bit!” She popped a kiss on your cheek and was soon lost in the dance floor.

You chuckled and leaned against a wall, taking your time with your drink, when someone slid next to you. They smelled like sweet and alcohol but there was a faint whisper of cologne. Very faint but it was there. 

It was Aegon who was beside you but he didn't bring up any conversation. You hoped that he didn't even realize it was you next to him. The two of you stood there in somewhat of a silence; him yelling at an occasional friend of making trying some pick up line with whichever girl caught his eye.

“Glad to see you've moved on,” you told him after minutes of standing next to him.

“Oh, kitten, I could never move on,” he replied without looking at you. “Any other girl is just a distraction.” He finally looked your way and combed your body up and down.

You finished the rest of your drink, giving you that edge you needed that made you this gutsy.

“Maybe you don't have to distract yourself anymore, pretty boy. Maybe I do want you.” You stepped closer to him, smiling as you caught him stiffening up.

“I thought Helaena was gonna be your bodyguard. Where is she?”

“She's having her own fun,” you waved off the comment. “I told her that I wouldn't go near you but here we are. It's probably just the drink, though.” You stepped away from him and gave a small laugh. “You know, after Jason I told myself I wouldn't get involved with anyone else, including you, but - no, it's alcohol.”

“Don't stop there, keep going, kitten.”

Kitten gods it made your toes curl and your core tighten.

“How about you find me later? Helaena’s probably worried about me by now.”

“Okay, later then.” Aegon winked as he watched you disappear into the crowd.

The dance floor was filled with sweaty bodies grinding on each other. Grinding, bumping, accidentally smacking, there was everything. Of all the things at a frat party it was the dance floor that made you squirm. The horniness you could deflect pretty well but the thumping music and the crowd was too much. Eventually you found Helaena but she was preoccupied making out with someone, but you couldn't figure out who from the distance and lack of lighting. You smiled and walked away, figuring you'd leave and send a text to Hel and Jace that you got tired. On your way out you saw Jace with Cregan. Specifically you saw Cregan trapping Jace between him and a wall and some very intense talking going on. You continued on only to be stopped by the sensation of someone following you.

“Alreading heading out?” asked the voice.

“Yeah, not really my vibe,” you replied, taking in as much of your surroundings as possible.

“Why not come here, babe? You look like you could use some company.” 

The voice was slurring his words and it started to concern you. It was familiar but you brushed it off, blaming it on the alcohol.

 You refused to look behind at the person, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible. You could make a quick turn back to find Helaena and Jace back on the floor but you knew the possibility of finding them where they were was slim.

“No, I’m fine.” You were steady in your walk out the house.

“No, stay with me.” His hand turned you around and you found yourself face to face with him. Jason.

Your eyes widened in surprise but you were quick to take him all in. He had changed since the last time you saw him. After the break up you deleted and blocked him on every social media so you really had no idea how he looked until now.

You were able to calm your breathing. “Let go of me.”

“I messed up, babe. I know I fucked up.”

“Too late, Jason. Two years too late. Go find Floris, I don’t care.” You bit out the last words. As much as they were true they did hurt ever so slightly. You trusted Jason, you loved him at one point and he took all of that and threw it in your face.

“I don’t want her,” he took your hand. “I want you.”

You tried to pull your hand away but he only tightened his grip. “I don’t want you. Now let me go, Jason.”

His eyes locked on yours at the sound of his name and you swore you saw guilt but it was soon replaced by anger.

“I’m not letting you go. You are mine.” He yanked on your hand, pulling yourself to him.

“Jason, I swear to the gods i will fucking scream!”

“Go ahead, no one will hear you.”

You took a deep breath, ready  to scream at the top of your lungs when -

“Oi! Let go of my girl!”

You released your breath, never been so happy to hear Aegon.

Jason looked at you, his eyes red from both his anger and the alcohol.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going with my girl, Jason?” Aegon called out.

Jason laughed. “Your girl? She’d never be with you.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong.”

Aegon made it over to your side in a few strides and took your hand. Surprisingly, Jason let go.

Aegon pulled you in close. “You okay, kitten?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.” You rubbed the wrist that Jason was holding.

Aegon looked at you with concern before turning to Jason. “Stay the fuck away from her. She’s not yours, she’s mine. You had your chance with her and you fucked it up.” He let go of you to step closer to Jason. “Now get the fuck out of my party.”

Jason looked at you, torn between staying to fight and leaving out of exhaustion. 

You moved back to Aegon and took his hand. “Thank you, baby.” You kissed his cheek, hoping it would be the last straw for Jason.

“Fuck this shit,” Jason murmured. He quickly averted his eyes and left the party.

Aegon turned to you. “You okay?”

“Yeah - yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, Aegon.”

He patted your arm awkwardly. “Cool. I’ll, um, see you around.” 

Aegon nodded his head and began to walk away but you grabbed his hand before he could get too far. “Can you walk me back to the apartment?” You refused to look at him and stared at the ground instead. “I’m a little tipsy and I don’t feel like walking alone after what just happened.”

Aegon grinned. “A little tipsy you say? Who would’ve thought.” 

You simply looked at him with a bored expression.

“Yeah, I’ll walk you over, kitten. I’ve had a lot to drink but I can hold my alcohol, unlike Jason.”

“Thanks.” You gave him a shy smile. 

You and Aegon made your way out of the frat house, walking in a comfortable silence.

“Why did you stop him?” you blurted.

Aegon gave you a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why did you stop Jason? You could’ve let him take me wherever and not bothered yourself with it at all.”

“I stopped him because you’re my sister’s friend. You may not like me all that much but I’ll protect anyone who my sister cares about.”

“Oh.” Was all you could say. 

The rest of the walk to the apartment was blanketed in a nice quiet. When you arrived at the front door you turned to Aegon. 

“Thank you, Aegon, for tonight. I’ll see you around?” You hoped you didn’t sound desperate.

“No problem, and yeah. I’ll see you.”

You began to close the door when his hand stopped it.

“Date?” He looked a little worried, almost surprised that he even said it.

You smiled and opened up the door again. “Since you’re not smashed right now, yeah, sure.”

“Cool, cool, cool.” He ran his hands through his hair.

You laughed at his nervousness and held your hand out for his phone. “I’ll give you my number and you can text me later, yeah?”

Aegon grabbed a hold of himself and handed you his phone. You quickly entered it and gave it back to him.

He gave you a wink, back at full swagger. “See you later, kitten.”

You closed the door, hoping he didn’t see you blush.

[11queensupreme11]

Everybody fucking minds and always doing it the no sexy way 😞😔

Do love no war babygirls

If we're very decided we can solve all of this in bed! The sexy way

Or play UNO and whoever wins is the top

Sincerely, after watching the dress... Totally would think they're doing some kinky shit 🤣

Beelzebub: we can hold hands if you want 🥺 totally platonic no second intentions here

Percy: *didn't hear anything, cared no shit for what's happening, wants a hot dog with meat that probably is from a rat* what did you say?

Percy watching Sally being happier without her, her friends being happy with some girl... Queen, totally trauma, I'd cry and beg my mom to hold me even if that makes us miserable

Beelzebub, your yandere tendencies are showing. Giving her traumas and comforting her after. Get a man that can do both (please don't get you a man that can do that)

(Give us moooooore I'm starving)

(Waiting for what you're going to do with that, Percy progress- maybe fall is the correct word- is showing queen. Love it)

Anyway, can someone please draw them on their date? 😭 That's so cute, they're literally so perfect together, like that couple that is the black cat boyfriend with his golden retriever girlfriend and they're precious 💞

(Beelzebub worrying about her suicidal thoughts and he admitting he doesn't want to die so much... *Cheff kiss* we love an emo boy that is self aware)

Now, Loki?

Loki, my boy, your panic is beautiful to watch, horrific to endure.

I'm wondering how they are going to deal with being in the same harem? Fight to be the favorite concubine? Seduce their way to Percy's bed?

Percy: you're just a pathetic simp pretending to be an alpha man and you just go destroy mode whenever you're confronted with your own emotions. You love me so much that is making you look pathetic

Loki:

Him switching sides in the moment he accepts he loves her is gold.

He may be crazy, sadistic and a psychopath, but by the gods he's not going to fool himself.

He loves the girl, now he needs to kill all the other people that love the same girl.

Assassination! His favorite hobby! She's so much fun and they haven't even had sex yet! Wonderful wife indeed

And starting with Beelzebub is a wise move, you know? From all of them he's the one that she's the most comfortable with, he could play the slow game he's the one she'd fall at the end (you know, once she forgets about the other world, that he could make happen too).

Right now Beelzebub is that best friend that is the one for her (the other, even if I love them, aren't so close to her). He just needs to wait, fool her and she'd be his

(as if the other are going to let that happen, but is the scent, you know?)

Loki is right to be jealous of him, no one (with a dick) is close to her like him, she's herself with him and is the only one that likes him with his depressive tendencies.

He could say: Percy, for medical reasons, undress yourself and let me study your body. It may end in sexy medical porn, depending on my self control

And she wouldn't see no wrong.

Is Beelzebub! Her bestie! She can trust him with her security (poor navy girl, you can't never trust a man that much). Even if he has feelings for her she wouldn't worry about him doing anything to her, just worry about the uncomfortable situation.

Wondering if they're going to guilty trappe her to stay (You made us love you! We are learning to be open and to accept love and you want to leave us? Leave us in a world where we're fated to yearn for you for eternity and be alone again?), Percy would suffer whatever if she thinks she's saving people, such a naive and dumb girl, too good to this world.

This whole situation is pure chaos, they're planning so many things just to crash with each other. Would be funny to see them working together but also don't know how that situation would happen.

Anyway, thanks for the amazing chapter Queen! 👑

im sorry but this part cracked me up 😭

"for medical reasons we may need to fuck 😔"

"yeah sure ok"

😭😭😭

IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!!

i had a blast writing this chapter lmao, and im currently writing another chapter (not the next one) that's gonna be even better

maybe... idk. all i can say is that beel digs an even deeper grave in this one chapter and i just love watching him lose his shit

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Surprise (part 13)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Rhea walks back into her locker room. She just lost a match and is super frustrated and angry at herself.

"Hey babe, you did great out there" you try to cheer her up. She huffs "oh really? Then why'd I lose?"

You just stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say. "I'm sorry darling" she sighs "I think I just need some time alone for now.. Will you wait in the car until I'm finished changing?"

You nod and grab the keys. You walk out the door and head for Rhea's car. You open it and sit down on the passengers seat.

About 20 minutes later you hear a knock on the drivers side window. You unlock the door and Demi gets in." Sorry you had to wait so long" she apologizes.

"It's fine, let's just get home." you brush it off. "why in such a hurry?" she looks at you confused. "mmh let's just say I have a surprise for you" you whisper and smirk.

"Is that so?" she grins. During the car ride she keeps her hand on your thigh. It's almost like a ritual now.

She trails her hand up and down, knowing your limits by now. You arrive at her apartment and get out.

"Soo, what is your surprise?" she asks, failing to hide her excitement. "Be patient babygirl" you tease her. She groans and follows you inside.

"Y/nnn" she begs. "Don't tease me like that". You chuckle "well, what about you go grab some snacks and meet me in the bathroom?"

Rhea looks a little confused but does what you say. You go and run a bath with lots of foam and sit down on the edge of the bath tub waiting for her. Stripped. Naked.

The door opens a few minutes later. Demi was looking down at the bags in her hands, seeming very concentrated.

"I didn't know what you meant by snacks so I just brought everything I found and-" she looks up and her jaw drops.

Everything she was carrying just moments before falls down onto the floor. You laugh. "I- uh- you.. What?!" Rhea stutters.

You walk toward her and cup her cheeks. "I thought you might like a surprise like this" you say grinning and kiss her.

She finally finds her words again "Oh, I'm gonna show you how much I like it" she growls and smirks.

She quickly gets rid of all her clothing, not bothering about the mess on the floor. "Come here baby" she says, her voice full of lust.

She grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in for a kiss. "How far am I allowed to go?" she groans. "Touch me where ever you'd like"

"Hmm but you don't need to do this just because of me" she hums and kisses you passionately. "I know" you breathe out.

Rhea picks you up, squeezing your ass making you moan into the kiss, which just turns her on even more.

"Fuck y/n I don't know if I can hold myself back" she whispers, panic seeping through. "Would you stop if I tell you to?" you ask her, keeping your calm.

"Always, I'd never hurt you on purpose" Rhea looks you deep in the eyes. She's dead serious. You smile and kiss her. "Then why don't you continue?" you smirk.

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Decided to let you suffer a little longer until the smut comes 😇 here's part 13

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 2 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Wren Ridley

Every time Stella convinced me to go out, I always told myself it would be the last time but I had always been a bit of a liar.

Having to make the drive home on Saturday morning instead of Friday night was only part of the reason I was mad at myself for going out last night.

I could have slept in a little later, spent some time with Fawn and Colt but instead I was watching everyone around me get shit-faced and then fucking the first guy who showed interest.

That might have been what every other college student wanted but not me.

The idea of all that bored me but somehow I always ended up giving in.

It made me wonder if I did that because I was stuck searching for something within myself, trying to find a piece of me that had yet to be uncovered.

Or I just always feared I'd be missing out if I didn't go, even knowing I wasn't missing out on anything that didn't happen every weekend in the bars in college towns.

Thankfully, the ride back home from Providence was roughly half an hour, maybe a little bit longer and that was something my mother reminded me of whenever she sent me a text message or called me.

'You know, it's only half an hour. You can come home for the night and still make it to class tomorrow,' she'd say.

When my sister, Raven, moved out over the summer, my parents had all but begged me to start living at home and commuting to school for the upcoming year, despite knowing that I had already signed a housing contract and there was no getting out of it for the year.

My parents had six kids because they wanted a big family and they hadn't readied themselves for when we would start moving out.

So now I was on my way home on a Saturday morning because I could always hear the sound of my mother's sad voice in the back of my head about how much she missed her kids.

And I was hoping that visiting more often would make her voice fade from my mind.

Mom was waiting for me by the door when I arrived home.

She had a big smile on her face and held her arms open wide for me to step into.

"I'm so happy you're home," she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me.

"Colt has been on a mean streak lately. I need you to talk some sense into him before I make him sleep outside."

I chuckled, returning here hug and looking behind her small frame to see if Colt had been lingering nearby.

"What's his problem?" I asked, releasing her and shutting the door behind me.

"He gets like this when you leave for school," she told me.

"Because he likes when you take him out. I think it's worse now that Fox and Raven are gone too. And Fawn's always hanging out with Ava and her friends. I think he's feeling lonely."

I thought that Colt just liked being a little asshole sometimes but I wouldn't say that to my mother.

"Where is he?" I asked, noting the silence in the house.

"He's in the back with Dad," she replied.

"Dad's been trying to make him play outside more and get off that Switch thing he's always playing with. He's not happy about it."

"And Fawn?"

"Ava's," she said.

"Dan and Mandy are going through the same thing as us. They love having the girls there."

Just after the words left her mouth, the back door opened followed by loud footsteps bounding through the house.

Colt stomped inside and up the stairs, barely sparing me a glance.

Dad walked in with a look of exasperation, his eyes wide as he threw his hands up then let them fall to his sides.

"That kid is a menace," Dad said with a huff.

He wiped his hand over his forehead and it was then that I noticed the red mark on his face.

"What happened to you?" I asked, pointing my finger at him.

"We were playing whiffle ball. Colt hits too hard," Dad said, placing his hand on the mark then wincing.

"It's like he took all his aggression out on that poor ball. It cracked."

I stifled laughter as Mom walked over to him to get a closer look at his face.

I took the opportunity to go toward the stairs and to Colt's room.

Colt was the baby of the family and he hated being treated like it.

I could only imagine how much worse it had gotten since the rest of us moved out.

The kid was in seventh grade now.

He was at that age where he thought he was more mature than he actually was and didn't want to be doted on by our parents.

He had always looked up to the rest of his siblings but the two of us had some sort of connection that he didn't have with the others.

We were a lot alike but not in the way Fox and I were which made the two of us clash.

Colt and I were alike in a way that made us have a mutual understanding of the other.

I knocked on his door before entering, knowing he wouldn't hear my knock anyway.

He was sitting on his bed, headphones on over his ears when I walked in, playing a game on the laptop I had gifted him after I bought a new one.

I sat down on the bed next to him and yanked his headphones off.

Colt whined.

"Stop it."

"You stop being a punk," I shot back.

"Tell them to stop treating me like I'm a little kid and I'll consider it," he said and I winced.

He sounded more like me every time we spoke.

"You are a little kid to them," I told him.

"You're just going to have to deal with it."

I contemplated on whether I really wanted to say my next words.

I had been thinking about not manipulating or bribing my siblings after it became such a big issue between Fox and me but I felt as thought this situation called for a little bribery while it still worked on Colt.

"I'll take you out right now and buy you whatever new game you want but you have to start acting better," I offered.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye then closed the computer and turned to face me fully.

"What if I don't want a new game?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

I let out a heavy sigh.

"Okay, then what do you want?"

"I want a new phone. I'm sick of getting everyone's hand me downs," he replied.

I sighed again.

This was my own fault, really.

The kid had learned my ways of always getting something out of whatever agreements or decisions I made.

He was only using my own ways against me.

"I can't just get you a new phone," I argued.

"I have to talk to Mom and Dad about that first."

"So talk to them."

I stood up from the bed and made my way to the door.

"The phone is way more than I offered, so you're going to owe me," I told him with raised eyebrows.

All he did was shrug at me with a wicked smile.

I shook my head and went back downstairs.

[thelikesoffinn]

So...I'm a cat mum. I have a mighty good boy living with me, he's the cutest little bastard and I don't think any other cat will ever be able to top him. Your cats are all lovely, I'm sure, but my baby is the best.

I got him when I was nothing but a depressed, lonely teenager. I swear to god, I couldn't even take care of myself then and yet somehow, for some reason, the universe decided to give me this black furry idiot to take care of and I couldn't be more grateful.

Because back then, at age 19, when my estranged aunt brought over her cat because she couldn't keep him any longer, this little piece of fluff and I took one look at each other and we were a package deal.

I, the eldest child of a narcissistic father and an emotionally abusive mother and him, a sweet and loving cat that was given from person to person to person because, at some point, something else always became more important to them than he was.

A good combination, eh? No wonder we're obnoxiously co-dependant.

Well. Since that day, my boy has been cuddling up next to me every day. I really never need to reach far, he's always somewhere close by. He follows me to the bathroom and everything. And he hasn't left my side for any substantial amount of time, not once.

I mean, shit.

My boy was with me when I was so depressed that I couldn't move. When I felt so alone and tired that I wouldn't, couldn't, get up even if the building threatened to collapse around me he was still there, snoring into my ear or rubbing his head against my palm so I would pet him.

He was just there, and I felt just this tiny bit less alone. That tiny bit less useless, because I could pour all my love and affection - shit I never got with my mother and sister - onto him, and we'd both be better. Or I was, at least, and I hope he was too.

Anyone who reads this has probably already decided that I'm a total nut job - which I'm not going to deny, I know I sound super insane - but the thing is...I've had cats all my life. But never a cat like him. if I was just this tiny bit more spiritual I would probably go around telling people that he's my familiar because I'm 99.999% sure that this is what this must be like.

My baby is well and truly the bestest out of all of them.

And now I think...my baby is going to die.

This feels stupid to say and even stupider to type out, but lately, whenever I look at him I can just...feel it. I can feel that this is the end and I can't tell anyone because who would believe that? That I just...feel it?

But I do and I feel myself saying goodbye multiple times over each day. I cry all the damn time because I just know it's coming and I can't fucking stop it.

We've been to the vet, he's absolutely fine. Needed some meds for very small things, but once that was taken care of there was nothing off with him.

But he's old. I call him baby and boy, but truth is: He's old. He's eighteen or nineteen years old - ancient for a cat - and old age is something that I can't do anything about.

Do you know this weird story of the guy who's immortal and can grant immortality to one other person? But it would be only the one? And despite having many friends and lovers, he never grants any of them immortality and always sees them off gracefully until one day his current lover begs him to grant them immortality so that they could be together forever and he just goes: As much as I'd love to, I can't do so. Someone else has it.

And, in the end, the someone is his cat. The dude chose his cat over everybody else. He could've taken anyone and he took his Feline friend as his forever partner and if I could, so would I. In a heartbeat.

But I can't and it's really beating me down.

Every day feels like I'm getting ready to say goodbye to my closest friend and I just...I can't.

I can't.

[sharksa-shivers]

Kristy, why would you ask Sharky this tho??? fdhjfkhfjdshfdjhjfd

It is Sharksty time my dudes uwu ----------- (We see Kristy is sitting at Lady's make up desk they have in the main bunkroom. Kristy has her phone propped up as well as having a manga book opened up on her other side. We see she's trying to style her hair without alot of success, feeling conflicted and confused with some of the steps with the video tutorial…And then Sharky comes into the room and notices her doing that.)

Sharky:(seeing Kristy struggling, cheery)Whatcha doin? Trying a new style?

Kristy:(dropping her hair, lights up)Kinda!! Well it's me wanting to see if i can do this more then anything cuz i got some cosplay ideas and stuff heheheh…(shows him the manga book and we see it's like a Sailor Moon esc knockoff Kristy's looking at. The manga girl in the book has her hair very curled up and styled a certain way, Kristy speaking excited)The hair styles from The Solar Scouts!! I really really love how her hair is and i love her character sooooooo yeah heh…

Sharky:(amused, looking through the book)Surprised you're thinking about cosplaying something that isn't from Spirit Drifter honestly…

Kristy:(trying to pin her hair again)Well yeah, what else am i supposed to hyperfixate on while Spirit Drifter is on hiatus? But Solar Scouts is really cool in it's own ways!!! This is the manga i was kinda thinking about when i got the amulet actually!! So this one means alot to me too, i just…Don't talk about it as much cuz…….Spirit Drifter hehe…

Sharky:(flipping back to Kristy's reference page and propping the book back up for her, going to go back to his own stuff)Welp, you're gonna have to show me your hair whenever you're done heh, I'm excited to see how it looks!

Kristy:(lighting up, getting an idea)Hey wait!! You wanna maybe help me style it?? This is a pretty busy hairstyle so…Getting some help would be really cool!! Sharky:(just stares, awkward)Uhhhhh…I dunno Kris…Like…I don't really have any experience with any of that stuff…Maybe you should just ask Lady, she'd know alot more then i ever would…

Kristy:(anxious, awkward)…Pretty sure she's busy right now anddddddd i don't want to bother her if she is…That'd be kinda rude…That's why i was asking you, cuz you're just kinda vibing right now…

Sharky:(awkward)I mean…Fair enough but like…I know like nothing at all about hair, i don't…Think i'd do a good job, gonna be honest…

Kristy:(coaxing him into it)Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee? Please please?? How do you know you'd be that bad at it??? You could surprise yourself!! And it's always cool to learn new stuff so???

Sharky:(sighs, knowing Kristy ain't gonna let him go, thinking before caving, wanting to make his gf happy)…….Ok, fine…BUT if i mess up something, you're the one that was begging me to do this ok? So you can't be mad at me.

Kristy:(not thinking about that, just excited about the hairstyle as Sharky moves back over and looks at all the stuff Kristy has out, him grabbing at a curling wand as Kristy's just excited)That's fine, i get it!! Ahhhhhh, this is gonna look so fucking cool!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!

Sharky:(hesitant but trying to make his gf happy, opening the curling wand and grabbing a clump of Kristy's hair, looking at the tutorial)…..Let's give this a whirl i guess… [CUTS TO A BIT LATER]

(We go from Kristy eagerly bouncing up and down in the chair to Kristy just staring in horror at the messy wad of hair Sharky's managed to style…Kristy and Sharky are both…Very not happy)

Kristy:(just staring)……How the fucking-

Sharky:(defensive)You asked and asked and i told you i don't know about this stuff Kris, i'm sorry, i tried…

Kristy:(upset)It looks so fucking bad and it honestly hurts, what the hell??

Sharky:(feeling bad)…….I think i'm just…Gonna go get Lady now, this is like a hair emergency thing and i don't wanna make things worse…(speedwalking out to go find Lady) _________ Lady defs would be able to fix that inb4 lol…And would probs style Kristy's hair like that herself also and make Kristy feel better fdhfdjfhdshfdj…Kristy wouldn't be upset with Sharky either, she'd probably be laughing about it with him later once the problem was fixed of a just "the hell did you do though??? fdjhfdjfdshsfdhj" Legit tho Kristy, ik he's your bf but like fkhjfdslkjfhdkjhfd there are some things Sharky cannot do oof...Hair is absolutely one of those things, f...

[moonshineboyz]

[17:40]

Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

masterlist ♡

“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

[fbfh]

what are your height hcs for the hoo boys??

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ANON BC I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ON THIS!!!!!!!

First of all, it's established early on that "demigods are usually tall" which makes reasonable sense and I think it's safe to assume they're not ALWAYS tall yk. but I also would like address the whole gods don't have genetics thing real quick:

most of the demigods we've seen look a lot like their biological mortal parent, and since gods don't have genetics, its safe to assume they're just a genetic shuffle of their mortal bio parent (I'm sure I'm not the only one who's wondered if that would make them a genetic clone of their mortal parent but I think it would be more like genetic siblings, the same genes just mixed up a little) that also means there's room for recessive genes or stuff that skipped a generation on the mortal parents side. Not directly relevant but my thoughts adjacent to the topic at hand.

Also while I'm sort of on the topic, we all know hair color (specifically blonde, brunette, red, and black hair) is a state of being and not what hair you're given at birth. I could never bleach my hair again and I'd still be blonde yk. That being said most children of athena are ABSOLUTELY bottle blonde, and whenever someone new shows up that's not already blonde they're like "hey do you wanna dye your hair"

"...yes"

"you've wanted to for years right"

"...yes" new child of Athena has never felt more at home.

Actual answer to your question

Percy - 6'1, looks and acts like it too. Sally's family are average/tall ish so its not unreasonable, Sally is the shortest in her family at 5'4 (and Paul is around 5'9 if you were wondering)

Annabeth - 5'5.5 but says she's 5'6. Percy is the only one who knows and will not correct her ever. Her dad was 5'8 or so the last time he measured but he hasn't checked since before college and always forgets to check, kind of doesn't care that much. Her stepmother is 5'2 and she feels a little weird about being taller than her.

Grover - 5'6 - 5'8 depending on how stretched his legs are, a little bend at the hoof is comfier yk

Juniper - 5'6, the exact same height as her bush, her favorite trait about herself

Jason - 6'0 exactly, mans is already perfect and when people find out hes exactly 6' they get even more pissed. He looks exactly 6' too.

Thalia - was 5'4 now 5'5, seems taller. Big scary dog privelages. Gained an inch somehow after the tree incident. Freaked out /pos when she came to and saw lil Annabeth is now slightly taller than her. Annabeth feels weird about that too.

Piper - 5'7 with long ass legs. Has been BEGGED to model by so many agencies because she's physically incapable of taking a bad picture and looks gorgeous in everything (thanks aphrodite). Always refuses and has made it her mission to find the ugliest aesthetics but they always become microtrends because she's an involuntary nepotism baby. Her dad is 5'11 but his publicist will sue if you say he's shorter than 6'0.

Leo - 5'7 during the books, 5'9 by the time he graduates MIT. The perfect height for hugs and cuddles but I might be a little biased. His mom's 5'4.5, says she's 5'4.

Nico - 5'10, cried when he was 13 and realized he was taller than Bianca. Lowkey wishes he was shorter than Will so he could be the little spoon easier. Will does not give a fuck.

Bianca - 5'2, would have been 5'3. Their mom was 5'3 too.

Will - 5'8.5, when asked Nico interjects that he's "doctor height". Doctor height has become code for 5'8.5 specifically

Hazel - 5'2, doesn't know why Nico likes resting his head on her shoulder but she doesn't mind. Thinks it's just the bees knees when Frank picks her up and spins her around or gives her piggy back rides. She doesn't quite remember how tall her mom was, but she was around 5'4.

Frank - 5'7 pre blessing, 6'0.5 post blessing, 6'3 by the time he's done growing. Beefy build too. Definitely didn't know how to process the fact that he's taller than THE Jason Grace. His mom was 5'3 and his grandma was 5'1. Says he's 5'10 to mess with assholes who claim to be 6'.

Rachel - 5'3, The only person Annabeth likes being taller than.

Reyna - 5'4, memorized that she was 7 inches shorter than Jason when they worked together. Either he grew or she did, but she feels a little weird about it now.

C*lypso - asshole height. Jk little bitch height. Jk heinous shitlord height. Jk 5'7.5, made fun of Leo for being "short" when he was on Ogygia. She's gonna be half that height after I steal her kneecaps.

[spencestyles]

Her

summary: the one where y/n is tired of being second to Maeve and Spencer needs to learn his lesson

pairing: spencer reid x BAU!femreader

warnings: angst

words: 3050

*not my gif*

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To you, it had always been about her. What she did, how she looked, was all based on her. You wanted to make Spencer happy, but you could never compare to her.

"Spencer, I don't understand what I need to do," you yelled in frustration.

"There is nothing you can do y/n," Spencer yelled back. Your relationship had been going on like this for a few weeks. you knew about his past and knew about Maeve. Yes, Maeve, the girl Spencer will forever love. Within the past weeks, Spencer has become more distant from you. The five year anniversary of Maeve's death is right around the corner. Whenever this time of the year comes around, Spencer becomes heavily depressed. Every time, you just shrug it off.

"Spence, I want to help you," you said softly, exhausted from all the arguing. "Can I please help you." You worked at the BAU she joined shortly after Maeve's death. You immediately hit it off with the entire team besides Spencer. He was still different, as the rest of the team had told you.

"You can't help y/n," Spencer cried. "I just want Maeve back." Your heart dropped at the sentence. you had always felt second to Maeve, no matter how many times Spencer or the rest of the team denied it.

"I can't do that Spencer," you said calmly, trying not to anger Spencer.

"Then maybe you can start acting more like her," Spencer said angrily. "Maybe pick up a damn book instead of watching fucking Grey's Anatomy. Or maybe do something good with your life besides being pretty. I miss Maeve so much."

At this point, you were enraged, "Spencer, I am not going to change who I am because you want a dead person back. Do you understand how difficult it is for me to live through this every year? Every year you forget I'm your girlfriend and I'm alive."

"Shut up y/n. I will never love you as much as I love Maeve. You are just a filler in my life right now," Spencer screamed. You immediately began to grab her things to take to her best friend, Penelope's, house. Spencer realized what he had done and began to protest your departure from your apartment.

"y/n I didn't mean it," Spencer cried, but you were already out the door. You quickly made you way to the street when you realized you left your car keys in the apartment. You decided to walk to Penelope's as it wasn't far and you didn't want to walk back to the apartment where Spencer would be begging for his forgiveness.

As you walked to Penelope's apartment as quickly as you could, you began to feel a presence from behind. You began to walk at a faster pace, but the figure behind you was faster. Suddenly, you felt a pain in her head.

Then all you saw was darkness.

Spencer knew you would be spending the night over at Penelope's, so he didn't worry too much when you didn't come back to your shared apartment. He also knew Penelope was not going to want to talk to him, especially after what he had said. However, the next morning when he woke up, he felt uneasy. When he tried to call you, you didn't answer (not like you were going to). Spencer expected you to not answer after your encounter last night, but when you are angry you don't let the rings drag on like they had; you just cancel the call.

Spencer immediately called Penelope, "Hey Garcia is y/n with you?" Spencer heard shuffling.

"No, why?" Penelope asked. Spencer became frantic as he realized his beloved girlfriend was missing.

"Garcia we need to call 911 to the team, y/n is missing," Spencer said as he packed his bag to work and immediately ran to the car.

Once the whole team made it to the office, Spencer was worried what he would have to say to the team. He knew they would be pissed at him for what he said to you, they all knew it was a touchy subject to you. You had cried to the girls (as well as Hotch) about this issue many, many times. But they all also knew Spencer loved you, more than he loved Maeve.

"Spencer you called 911, whats up?" JJ asked.

"y/n and I got into a fight last night and she left and I thought she was going to Penelope's but she never made it to Penelope's and she isn't answering her phone," Spencer said in a rushed sentence. "It may not seem like a lot yet, but something is wrong. I can feel it."

"Now what did you two fight about?" Hotch asked sternly. You and Hotch had always been close. You had a close father daughter bond since your father died when you were a teenager.

"Please don't get mad at me. I know I screwed up," Spencer began. "But I said some really stupid things. I was in a funk last night because of the anniversary of Maeve's death and I said some stupid things. She was just trying to help me get better and I basically told her to her face she wasn't good enough. I told her I would never love her as much as I love Maeve."

At this point, Spencer had begun crying. However, the rest of the team had a mixture of shocked, disappointed, and pissed off looks on their faces. You were the baby of the team still, she was young and bubbly and she loved Spencer. Maeve was a tough situation for y/n and it eventually began to take a toll on the whole team. You would get insecure at the smallest things and had a hard time with stalker cases because of the connection to Maeve.

"Okay, this is now a running investigation," Hotch said. "We all know y/n would have texted one of us to tell us she was safe if she was okay. Spencer, my office now." Hotch was pissed. You, who was basically his daughter at that point, was missing and it was all because of Spencer. Spencer knew he fucked up, but Hotch needed to make sure Spencer knew if you were found dead, there was no way out for him.

"Spencer, I am not mad at you yet," Hotch stated calmly. "But let me tell you know and let me tell you clearly, if y/n dies because you decided to be a dick, you will not feel the end of it. We both know what it feels like to lose someone so close to you. I lost Hayley, you lost Maeve. And since then, y/n has been the best thing that has happened to both of us. So Spencer Reid, so help me god, if y/n is dead, your job will be a living hell. Leave my office now and put yourself to good use." Spencer gulped. He knew Hotch would be pissed, but didn't realize how pissed.

Everyone in the bull pin knew what had happened in Hotch's office. None of them felt bad. They knew Spencer couldn't continue to undermine the importance of you to Maeve, a dead girl. They knew how you felt, especially the girls. The countless nights you had cried to them about how you felt you would never be good enough for Spencer. They knew Spencer's constant mention of Maeve hurt you.

As Spencer walked into the bull pin, he noticed the stares. He knew they were disappointed, especially the girls. He knew Morgan would be disappointed because he was the only one who knew how much Spencer truly loved you. While you were crying to the girls, Spencer was over at Derek's trying to find ways to make it up to you, to find ways to prove to you that you were his one and only. Maeve was in the past, but sometimes her memory began to creep up in Spencer.

"Can everyone stop looking at me like a criminal," Spencer said to the team looking down. "I know what I said and I know you all are upset, but we need to find her please. I can't stand to know she may be dead and died thinking that I didn't love her. Because I do. More than I ever loved Maeve and I messed up. I need to save her." The team looked at Spencer with sorrow in their eyes. They knew he was right. They needed to stop holding a grudge and get to work. None of them could live knowing they didn't do everything they could to save you.

"Spencer is right, Garcia start looking at security cameras from the area we found y/n's phone," Hotch began ordering. "Reid I need you to make a list of everyone who you and y/n have been in contact with for the past few months. Everyone else, we need to start looking for similar cases and try to figure out a profile."

The whole team got to work. Spencer looked through his phone as well as his and y/n's emails. While looking through your emails he found a strange set of emails from an unknown email address. This was strange to Spencer, he knew you never kept anything from the team especially if it were to be suspicious.

"Garcia, I need you to trace these emails," Spencer said, walking quickly to Garcia's office.

"Reid did you find something?" Hotch asked.

"I'm not sure," Spencer replied. "But it's strange for y/n to have these emails in a separate file. It's like she didn't want us to find them."

"Or she wanted us to find them in a situation like this," Hotch said. "Garcia look into these emails now, we may have our unsub."

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You laid on a musty mattress that smelled of human feces and blood. You couldn't remember anything. You knew what had happened to you, Spencer told you he didn't love you as much as Maeve and you walked to Penelope's house. By the looks of it, you never made it to Penelope's. Soon enough the figure you felt behind you on your walk was in front of you.

"Well if it isn't y/n y/l/n," the person said. "My name is Cat. Cat Adams. You are here because you are keeping me from Spencer. I knew that if I kidnapped you, Spencer would come looking and I'd get to see his beautiful face again."

"I know who you are, Cat," you said aggressively. "I helped put your ass in jail, but from the looks of it you escaped."

"That I did," Cat laughed. "Its easy when you're fucking the guards." You felt a gross feeling in your stomach. You knew what was going to happen to you, but you also knew if she died, she wouldn't die until she could see Spencer one last time.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain at the left side of your waist. You looked at Cat and who was looking at her straight in the eyes. Cat had won.

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However, back at the BAU, Spencer knew something in the emails sounded familiar.

I love him more than you do.

He will be mine forever.

There was only one woman in your relationship together that would be this judgemental, Cat Adams. Spencer knew she too made your life miserable. The thought of Cat to you was almost as gut wrenching as the thought of Maeve. You knew Cat and Spencer had a strange connection, it would often worry you; especially when Cat would request to meet with Spencer.

"Its Cat," Spencer yelled. "Hotch its Cat Adams." Everyone looked at Spencer shocked. The team was never told of Cat escaping prison.

"I need to call the prison," Hotch said. "Garcia, start looking at Cat Adams whereabouts, aliases, or anything. I have a feeling Spencer is right." Garcia immediately started looking as Hotch called the prison.

"Spencer is right," Hotch said. "Cat escaped less than a week ago."

"I found it," Garcia screamed. "Cat is at a warehouse less than three miles from here. Go quickly and save my best friend." The team ran out of the building and sprinted to their cars. Spencer was nervous. He had a feeling in the back of his head that his girlfriend was dead.

Immediately after getting into the car, the team receives a call from Garcia, "Cat has a partner. His name is Jackson Donovan. He has a criminal record and its not good. Spencer I should also mention he is Maeve's brother. You know, your dead girlfriend." Spencer was shocked. He never knew Maeve had a brother, but he knew that you may not get out of this alive. And it would be his fault. The team arrived at the warehouse.

"Spencer you're not allowed in," Hotch said. "You are too close to y/n."

"Hotch that's so not fai-" Spencer began.

"Reid I'm not going in either." Spencer didn't listen and ran into the building with Hotch yelling behind him. Hotch decided it was no use and ran in also, he needed to see you alive one more time.

"Cat Adams and Jackson Donovan, FBI put your hands up," Morgan yelled. The sight they ran into was gruesome. You had been badly beaten. Suddenly, Spencer walked in with tears in his eyes. The love of his life was dying, you looked sick. You hadn't eaten in over a day, since you and Spencer had planned on going out for a nice dinner the night of your fight.

"Well if it isn't Spencer Reid," Jackson said. "The guy my sister couldn't stop talking about. I know how you must feel, the love of your life is gone and you need a good fuck. So you decide to go for the second best thing. She's a good shag, I'm not sure if you've been fucking her right though, shes pretty tight."

"Stop, please," you pleaded. For the first time, the team saw you true pain. You were broken. Not only had your boyfriend say he didn't love you, you had been mentally and emotionally abused by these two people who wanted to ruin Spencer.

"Shut up three," Cat laughed. "Spencer, do you like the name? Three. Do you know what it means?" Spencer shook his head. "It means that y/n is your third choice. You lost Maeve, you can't have me -well you could-, so you're stuck with her. She's nothing, she's the third choice. That's why she acts so strange. Did you know that at the beginning of your relationship she stopped eating to be skinnier for you. She always felt second to Maeve and me."

"Shut up Cat, please," you said hoarsely.

"Three, do I have to tell you again," Cat said. At this point the team was beyond confused, they needed either of them to do something in order for them to stop.

"Cat, come on let's talk about this," JJ said.

"I'll only talk to Spencer," Cat said with a smirk on her face. Suddenly, the team saw Jackson make a lunge with a knife towards you, angry that Cat only wanted Spencer. Morgan took the shot swiftly as Reid handcuffed Cat.

Hotch ran over to you, "y/n, sweetie, are you okay? What do you need." You began to close your eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, don't close your eyes. You're going to be fine. MEDIC! We need a medic now!" The team felt tears in their eyes as they saw the paramedics rush to tend to you.

"Hotch can I go wit-" Spencer started.

"Go Spencer, apologize." Spencer ran to the ambulance.

"She is my girlfriend, please let me stay," Spencer begged, the medics let him stay. Spencer grabbed your hand and looked at your half closed eyes. "y/n if you can hear me, I didn't mean anything I said. I love you more than anything. I love the way you can watch a show and tell me all about it even though I watched with you. I love that you can put up with me when I'm in my episodes and the fact you don't care that I may be a paranoid schizophrenic. I love that you listen to my rambles even if you have heard them before."

"Sir, sorry to interrupt, but is there any chance your girlfriend may be pregnant," Spencer thought for a minute.

Spencer's eyes shot down at you as he heard a loud breath, "S-S-Spencer, save the baby," you said between breaths. Spencer looked at you shocked. His girlfriend was pregnant and he didn't notice. He began to think back to before your argument and the things you said. "Spencer I have a surprise for you, I think you're going to like it." Spencer's heart dropped as he heard the heart monitor flatline.

"We need her in OR 3 now," one of the doctors said. "Sir, you need to go to the waiting room, someone will be out to give you an update soon." Spencer was stunned, his girlfriend and child may die and he would have to live with the guilt of not being good enough.

Spencer walked into the waiting room and saw the rest of the team, "Jackson and Cat are being held, any updates on y/n?" Hotch asked.

"They had to take her to surgery, she flatlined in the ambulance," Spencer said, his voice breaking. "She's pregnant." The team sat quiet.

"We all already knew Spencer," Rossi said. "Earlier in the day before you guys got into your fight, she told us. She was so excited and she wanted to tell you in the most perfect way."

"I told her to just come out and say it like Hayley did to me," Hotch laughed. "It caught me by surprise but was the most meaningful statement I'd ever heard." The team smiled at Hotch, but looked at Spencer who looked the worst he ever has. None of the team had seen him look this bad. Not even with Maeve. Soon enough, most of the team left. Hotch had to go to Jack and JJ to her kids. Derek had a date with his girlfriend and the rest of them needed their sleep.

"Spencer," Emily said. "Please text us when she wakes up." Spencer nodded, which was enough for both of them this late into the night.

Less than ten minutes later y/n's doctors came into the waiting room, "Here for y/n y/l/n?" Spencer stood up.

"Hi," Spencer said, walking over to them. "I'm her boyfriend."

"Well she is doing well right now, we were worried at first. She flatlined twice on the operation board." Spencer let out a breath he did not know he was holding.

"She was pregnant, what about the baby?" Spencer asked, hoping that y/n was still carrying their unborn child.

"The baby is being monitored, but it looks as if the baby is almost four months along meaning there is a low chance of the baby getting hurt. However, the baby was under a lot of stress from the abduction." The doctor began to show Spencer to your room. Spencer couldn't help but wonder if he caused any of the stress on the baby. The things he said most definitely caused you an enormous amount of stress.

As Spencer walked into the room, he couldn't help but shed a tear. You had wires around your body and you looked bad. Not bad, but like you were just kidnapped.

Spencer texted the team, y/n is out of surgery. She and the baby are okay. The team didn't respond as it was three in the morning.

Spencer heard shuffling next to him. He looked over at you and saw you move slightly, your hand moving to her stomach. For the first time, he looked over at your stomach and noticed you bump. He was shocked he hadn't seen it before, it was very prominent. Well it was what he'd expect for four months.

"y/n I know you most likely can't hear me or you don't want to listen, but I need you to know I love you" Spencer began. "You are the best thing that has happened to me, I know you always feel second to Maeve, but she is a part of my past. You y/n, you are my present and my future. I confided in you when I was at my lowest, when I was in jail you were there. You and our baby. Holy shit we are going to have a kid." Spencer paused when he heard a giggle. He looked over to y/n, she had a smile on her face.

"Hi" y/n said.

"Oh my God you're awake" Spencer said with tears in his eyes. "I thought I lost you."

"You're never getting rid of me" y/n giggled. "Actually, maybe if you act like that again. I will leave you and take your child." You glared at Spencer, remembering why you were in this situation.

"I'm sorry about what I said to you," Spencer cried. "I love you, I love you so much. I'm going to do everything for this baby and everything to make this up to you."

"You better."