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joelmillerisapunk · 5 days

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Girl Next Door

Neighbor!Joel Miller x F!Reader

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Wordcount: 3,646

Summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

~Or~

What Odette dreams about

Warnings: 18+, mentions of Tommy being in jail, underwear/ underwear sniffing kink? Unprotected bathroom bar sex, hair pulling, no physical description of reader minus hair being pullable, oral - m!receiving

Notes: NERVOUS AS ALL HECK TO POST THIS AS MY FIRST FIC IN A MINUTE. didn't know I had this kink until I had a similar dream, so don't look at me, but also, if anyone else likes this, please let's talk so I don't feel weird 😂 thanks as always @saradika-graphics for the divider

Joel is restless as he mindlessly tosses his clothes into the washing machine in the shared laundry room of his apartment complex. He can't stop thinking about the woman he saw moving in across the hall. There's just something about her that captivated him, and he can't shake her from his mind.

As he goes to add the detergent to the machine, he notices a basket of laundry sitting next to his. His eyes scan over the pile of clothes until they land on a pair of lacy panties. A thrill run through him as he realises that they were hers - yours.

The ones he saw when he was watching you move boxes, the ones he watched appear when you bent over and your shirt exposed the small of your back.

And before he can talk himself out of it, he quickly grabs the panties, stuffing them into his pocket. He turns around just in time to see you walking into the laundry room.

"Oh, hey there," you say with a friendly smile. "I didn't realize anyone else was using the machines right now."

Joel feels his face flush with embarrassment as he stutters out a response. "Uh, yeah, was just finishin' up."

You chuckle softly. "Well, don't let me interrupt you. I just need to switch my load over to the dryer."

As you bend down to transfer your clothes, Joel can't help but steal a glance at your body. He feels a stirring in his pants, and he quickly looks away, hoping you don't notice.

When you straighten up, you catch him looking and raise an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

Joel feels his face grow even hotter. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I just got a little distracted."

You smile knowingly. "Well, I hope it was a good distraction.”

You make small talk as you wait for your laundry to finish, and Joel finds himself even more drawn to you.

As you’re about to leave, you turn to him. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it darlin?"

"Well, I seem to have misplaced a pair of my favorite underwear. I was wondering if you might have seen them around here?"

Joel's mind races as he tries to think of a response. He can't very well admit that he had taken them, could he?

"Uh, no, I haven't seen them," he stammers, hoping you don't notice the lie.

You look disappointed. "Oh, well, thanks anyway. I guess I'll just have to buy a new pair." And with that, you're gone. Shortly after, he gathers his things and leaves.

As soon as he’s outside the room, Joel lets out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline rush from stealing your underwear sends shivers down his spine. He can’t believe how easy that was. This is definitely the highest he's ever felt.

But as he walks away, a wave of guilt washes over him. What kind of sick fuck gets off on stealing women's underwear? He knows how wrong it is, but damn if it doesn't turn him on like nothing else ever could.

He walks aimlessly for a while, trying to distract himself from the thoughts in his head. But every time he thinks about those lacy panties clinging to his thigh, he feels his cock throb.

He needs to do something with them. He needs to feel them against his skin, to smell them, to touch them. But what? Should he hide them away in a drawer? Or should he just keep them nearby for whenever the urge struck?

Joel hesitates for a moment before finally making up his mind.

As he walks back into his apartment, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel those panties on his body. The idea of feeling your softness against his skin makes his cock throb even harder.

Joel decides to try and sleep it off. Maybe by morning, the urge would pass, and he would be able to put this whole thing behind him.

He walks toward his bedroom and strips off his clothes before he climbs into bed. But try as he might, sleep eludes him. The urge to grab those panties and explore them with his tongue is too strong to ignore. He continues to shift restlessly in bed until finally giving in to temptation. He reaches down grabbing the soft fabric from his jeans wrapping one hand around his hard cock and using the other hand to bring the fabric up to his nose and inhales deeply.

Joel's hand moves up and down his shaft, stroking with a rhythm that he knows will bring him to climax in no time. He focuses on the sensation of his own hand, the softness of you on the lace, letting out a low moan as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

But then, just as he's about to come, Joel hesitates. What if you found out? The thought makes him pause, making him wonder if it’s worth the risk. He decides to take a break for now. Throwing the panties to the floor, he lays there for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. But then he can't resist. The urge takes over slowly and then, all at once, crashing over him like a tidal wave about to suffocate him. Joel picks up the panties one more time and brings them close to his face, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he licks them slowly, savoring their scent. He runs his tongue over every inch of fabric before finally taking them into his mouth, sucking on them hungrily. "You taste so sweet baby."

He stops to hold the panties in front of his face, admiring their form, admiring the cut and color. He imagines how it would taste if he were to lick your pretty lips and your pretty little clit, imagining how it would taste when he slips his fingers inside you as you’re making a mess all over his face. It almost makes him come right then.

He moans softly as he imagines all the things he would be doing to you once he gets you alone. How you would feel wrapped around his cock, moaning as he pushes into you. His eyes light up as he envisions how you would feel, naked against him, begging and whimpering as he fucks you. He knows the perfect way to drive you insane; torturing you for pleasure before finally plunging into you, making you scream his name, begging daddy for his big cock. He pictures you writhing and crying underneath him as his seed spills all over your soft skin, filling the air with the musky scent of sex.

His fantasy is interrupted, however, as his phone rings, shattering the illusion of the forbidden paradise his imagination created. Joel groans in frustration, reluctantly answering it.

"Ya?" He demands, his voice rough with need and lust, not bothering to ask who it is.

"Hey, big brother. It's me." it was Tommy, and Joel could only guess what this was about. Tommy had seen himself in jail, his fair share these past few years, and Joel was tired of bailing him out.

"Tommy, I swear to god -" Joel starts, ready cuss out his brother and give him the old "I'm gonna kick your ass..." spiel, but Tommy cuts him off.

"I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna kick my ass. But it wasn't my fault this time. The guy had it comin. He was gonna hurt her. I was just tryin' to help. You gotta respect that, Mr. Southern gentleman himself." Tommy says, sounding sincere enough for Joel to believe him. He relaxes slightly. Tommy never did anything particularly bad, but he always manages to get himself in trouble somehow. Even as kids, he was always bailing Tommy out.

Joel rolls his eyes. “That's what you said the last time. I'm gonna kick your damn ass Tommy. I should leave ya in there."

"Alright, alright, look man-"

"What? Make it good, or I'm goin’ back to bed." Joel says impatiently.

"You bail me out this one last time, and I'll buy you the next round'a beer." Tommy bargains.

Joel can't help but laugh at his brother's proposal. "You're really tryin’ to bribe me with beer, huh? Fine, I'll bail you out one last time. But you better not fuck this up, Tommy, you ain’t gettin' another chance." Joel warns.

"Thanks, Joel. I won't let you down this time, I promise - promise on our mamma," Tommy replies, sounding genuinely grateful.

Joel sighs and hangs up the phone, shaking his head. He can't believe he was letting his brother talk him into this again.

But as he gets dressed and heads out to bail his brother out of jail, Joel can’t shake off the feeling of excitement that still lingers from his earlier encounter. The memory of those lacy panties, the scent of you on his fingers, the taste of you on his tongue - all of it is still fresh in his mind.

As he drives, Joel's mind starts to wander. He can't stop thinking about you, about the way you probably look in those silky panties, the way you feel and taste. He feels himself getting hard again just thinking about it. There’s something about you that draws him in, something that makes him want to possess you, to make you his own.

With one hand on the wheel, his free hand pulls out the underwear from his pocket, his hand shaking with desire as he holds the lacy panties up.

He lets out a low moan, his cock already rock hard in his pants and without thinking, he begins to rub himself through the fabric, imagining it’s your hand on him instead.

The sensation is overwhelming, and Joel can feel himself on the brink of climax almost immediately. He tries to hold back to savor the moment, but it’s no use. Within seconds, he’s coming hard, staining his jeans with his own release.

Panicked, he starts feeling around his truck for something to cover up the stain on his pants. He rummages through the glove compartment and the back seat before finally finding an old sweater that Tommy had left behind on a previous visit.

Joel quickly places the sweater over his bulge, hoping it would be enough to hide the stain.

When he arrives, he parks in the loading zone and jumps out of the truck, still trying to act casual while tying the sweater around his waist. But as he approaches the entrance, he can feel the eyes of the other visitors coming in on him, no doubt noticing the bulge in his pants and the sweater tied around his waist.

As he walks into the jail, his face flushes with embarrassment, and his mind still preoccupies with thoughts of you. He makes his way to the visitor's area, scanning the crowd for Tommy.

When he finally spots his brother sitting at a visitors table, looking bored and impatient, Joel approaches him, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Hey, Tommy," Joel says, as he sits across from him.

Tommy looks up and does a double-take when he sees the sweater tied around Joel's waist. "What the hell happened to you?" Tommy asks, with a smirk on his face.

Joel feels his face grow even hotter with embarrassment. "Nothin’, just spilled some coffee on my pants.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust the sweater tied around his waist. He can feel Tommy's eyes on him, still skeptical about the "coffee" stain.

"Sure thing, big brother. Whatever you say," Tommy says, chuckling to himself.

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Joel and Tommy walk out of the jail, the weight of the situation heavy between them but still Joel can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him as they step out into the cool night air. He had done his duty as an older brother once again, bailing Tommy out of a sticky situation.

As they make their way to Joel's truck, he can’t shake off the thoughts of you that have been consuming him all day. He wants you, needs you, in a way that he has never felt before.

Tommy notices Joel's distracted state and ribbs him about it. "Hey man, you got a girl on the brain or somethin’? You've been acting weird since you got here."

Joel hesitates for a moment, as much of a dumbass his kid brother is, he’s really all he’s got, "Uh - yeah, there’s this girl... Can't stop thinkin’ about her."

Tommy chuckles. "Well, maybe you should ask her out or somethin’. What's the worst that could happen?"

Joel shakes his head. "It's not that simple. I... I don't even know her name."

Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Well, where’d you meet her?"

Joel hesitates for a moment before admitting the truth. "I saw her move the other day across the way. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Just sat there starin’ for a bit, I just couldn't help myself.”

"Well, maybe you'll run into her again sometime. And this time, you can introduce yourself like a normal person."

Joel nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe he would run into you again. And this time, he could do things differently.

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The next evening, Joel finds himself at the bar down the street, hoping against hope that he might see you again, somewhere, somehow. He sits at the bar, nursing a beer and scanning the crowd for any sign of you.

As he sits there, he can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Has he been here before? It was like a fog had settled over his memory, making it difficult to recall the details.

And then, just as he's about to give up hope, he sees you walking towards the bar, your eyes scanning the crowd. And then, as if by some miracle, they land on him.

You smile, a shy, tentative smile that makes Joel's heart race. Joel can't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he sees you approaching him at the bar.

He's always been awkward around women, especially ones as beautiful as you. He tries to play it cool, taking a sip of his beer and glancing up at the TV, but his eyes keep flicking back to you.

"Hey there, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips. "I haven't seen you around here before."

Joel feels a wave of nervousness wash over him, but he tries to hide it with a grin. "Oh, I'm just passin' through," he says, hoping he doesn't sound as awkward as he feels.

But you seem to be enjoying his discomfort, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad you stopped by."

You lean against the bar, your body close to Joel's. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he finds himself struggling to focus on anything but you.

"So, cowboy, tell me what really brings you to this little dive bar?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

Joel takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Just needed a break from the rodeo, I guess," he says, trying to play along.

You laugh, a loud, genuine laugh that makes Joel's heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm glad you found it. Maybe we can make each other's night a little more interesting."

Joel feels a thrill run through him at your words. He knows what you're suggesting, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire. "I'd like that darlin."

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against Joel's ear. "Follow me."

Joel follows you through the crowded bar, his heart racing with excitement. He can't believe what's happening, but he doesn't want it to stop.

You lead him to the bathroom, pushing open the door and pulling him inside. The room is small and dimly lit, but Joel can see the desire shining in your eyes.

You push him up against the wall, your body presses against his. Joel can feel your breath hot against his skin, and he finds himself struggling to breathe.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

Joel feels a surge of desire run through him. He's wanted you just as badly, and he can't believe this is finally happening. He reaches out, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together as you explore each other's mouths.

Joel's hands move down your body, sliding under your skirt and finding their way to your panties. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he knows you want him just as badly as he wants you.

He slides your panties down your legs, his fingers lingering for a moment before he lets them fall to the floor.

You break the kiss, your breath hot and heavy. "Take me."

Joel doesn't need to be told twicn.sbb

De. He helps you up onto the sink and your legs wrap around his waist as he slides inside of you.

You moan with pleasure, your head thrown back as Joel thrusts into you. The bathroom is small and cramped, but neither of you care. All that matters is the heat and the pleasure between you.

Joel can feel himself getting close, the pleasure building up inside of him. He knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

But just as he's about to reach his climax, you pull away, your body sliding down his.

"Not yet, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips.

Joel watches as you sink to your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. He feels a surge rush through him as you reach for his hard cock, you wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly. Joel lets out a low moan as he feels your hand on him, the sensation almost too much to bear.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin. He can feel your lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and he holds his breath in anticipation.

And then, finally, you take him into your mouth. Joel lets out another moan as he feels your lips around him, your tongue swirling around his cock. His thoughts are consumed with desire as he watches you pleasure him.

He reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair as he begins to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with a roughness that takes you by surprise. You moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He can't believe how good it feels and how much he wants you.

He feels himself teetering on the edge, and he knows he's about to come. He pulls out of your mouth, your saliva glistening on his cock.

Without a word, he pulls you up and turns you around, bending you over the sink. He can see your face in the mirror, your eyes wide with desire and anticipation.

He slides inside of you, your wetness coating his cock as he begins to thrust. He can feel you clenching around him, your body trembling. Joel reaches around, his fingers finding your clit. He begins to rub slow circles, hearing you moan with pleasure as he hits the right spot.

He knows he won't be able to hold back much longer, and with one final thrust, he spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you up as you moan with pleasure.

Joel watches in the mirror as you come with him, your face flushed with pleasure, and your eyes glazed over with desire. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he needs more of you.

He pulls out of you and helps you to your feet. You lean into him, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Wow," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel chuckles, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. "Yeah, wow," he says, pulling you close for a kiss.

He helps you straighten your clothes, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment before he pulls away.

You reach down, picking up your panties from the floor. You hold them out to Joel, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"A souvenir," you wink.

Joel takes the panties, his heart racing with excitement.

You lean in, your fingers putting a pre-written note in his pocket, and your lips brush against his ear. "Call me, cowboy," you say, your voice low and sultry.

And then you're gone, leaving Joel alone in the bathroom with nothing but the memory of your body and the scent of your panties to remind him of what just happened. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he's never felt this alive before.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #joel miller x f!reader

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constantly0lost · 18 days

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Okay I haven't written in literal months, but i was inspired by the little blurb about otter harvey at the bottom of @sashiavi 's goat Harvey post, so enjoy a ramble. Alot of my sleep tired brain escaped into this, sorry for how sloppy this is, i just wanted to vocalize my thoughts or my head would have exploded. I would carry 19 of Harvey's children if asked, peace.

CW: bit of a breeding kink, i reimagined/softened the mannerisms of otters during sex cause MAN, male otters SUCK, other otter things (harveys hydrophobic hair), lactation kink, me being a simp for this man, UHHh, shitty writing :)

Otter Harvey who gives you special things that made him think of you. From rocks to acorns to mushrooms to flowers to leave and so on, and being so blushy when he gives them to you, because its just acorns but it means so much to him. And he swoons when he finds out you kept them all.

Otter Harvey who holds your hand while y'all sleep, even though you're as close as two people can physically be without fusing together. He knows logically that you can't go anywhere, and even if you did, you'd be right back in his arms, but it feels so nice to have his hand on yours.

Otter harvey who eats sea urchins in secret, not because of someone finding out he eats them, but because he has to yank one out of Vincents mouth after he saw Harvey eating them, and he didn't want to cause anyone any extra undue stress.

Otter Harvey who has to take showers with slightly more intense temperatures so that he can actually wash his hair, otherwise it rolls right off of his hair. The only time he won't is when you take a shower with him, because he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable because of him, and even then, after you get out he'll change the temperature so he can actually get clean.

Otter Harvey who, if you end up having kids, is the best fucking dad. He teaches them literally anything and everything, and sits at the table responding to their toddler gibberish with full blown sentences. He takes them to school, plays anything they want, and is a total pushover sap for them, no matter what happens. (He is also 110% a girl dad)

Otter Harvey who bites higher up on you than he probably should, but he can't help it when you make him feel such mind numbing pleasure. So now you have hickeys on your cheeks, lovebites around your nose and mouth, along with all the marks he leaves along your body.

Otter Harvey who has such a rampant breeding kink that on "bad" days, he'd fuck you over and over until he's so drained he's lightheaded and overwhelmed, and he feels guilty for fucking you like that, even though he's still inside of your puffy cunt.

Otter Harvey who can't help but moan and whimper as he fucks into you, digging his nails into your hips as your pussy seems to suck him deeper, your walls clenching around him in a downright mean way as he bites and sucks anywhere he can get his mouth to.

Otter Harvey who often and loudly verbalizes how he wants to stuff you full right as he's about to cum, drilling the head of his cock harder into your spongy walls.

Otter Harvey who, when he gets jealous, will hold you down by your neck, or might even just hold you down by your hair, as he drills into you, harder than he normally would dare. His mouth turns downright filthy, spewing the nastiest words you'll ever hear in your life, as he hefts your leg over his shoulder.

Otter Harvey who can, will, and has spent hours buried with his face between your legs, looking up at you with those pretty eyes in search of your approval. He wants you to pull on his hair to guide him, wants you to pull until his scalp burns.

Otter Harvey who whines so damn pretty when you ride him, his cock kicking on your hand as he eyes roll back, his nails digging into your thighs. He mumbles whispered gibberish, which could almost be pleas, but are too garbled to fully make out.

Otter Harvey who will suck on your tits until you produce a few beads of milk, which he gratefully laps up and swallows like it's heaven on earth. Of course afterwards he gets anxious, wanting to make sure it's not galactorrhea, and wanting to make sure you're healthy.

Otter Harvey who would bend over backwards to make sure your happy, who would wait on your hand and foot so that you feel properly appreciated. He loves you, and knowing you love him back is all he needs.

FUCKING OTTER HARVEY IM GONNA RIDE HIM IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

#stardew valley smut #stardew valley #harvey stardew valley #harvey sdv #sdv harvey #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley harvey x reader #harvey sdv x reader #sdv harvey x reader #hybrid #i lobe hin #i wanna squeeze #he #he just #i just #i want him #so much

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whole-circus · 9 months

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Creepypastas and small things they would do for you when you depressed!

➥ Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Ben Drowned, "Ticci" Toby Hi, please dont be scared to get help if you feel like you need it - obvious thing but your feelings valid and you matter so much! And my DMs are always open! >:)

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☆ Jeff the Killer

Okay, Jeff isn't the best when it comes to comforting people, even if he really cares about them. He feels lost and has no idea what to do, but seeing you all miserable makes his heart break. Thats why I think he would do small acts of service. Don't expect a lot from him - he loves you, but he really is so awkward.. Thats why he brings you meals (he can't cook for shit), open the window in your room and let some air to it, he even clean around! Jeff also loves to spoil you! He know that he isn't the most affectionate, so he gives you a lot of small gifts! Maybe nice looking rocks, flowers, jewlery stolen from his victims....all romantic! Also things that reminds you of him! The one based on your personality, likes and stuf!! And dont even try to say that you dont deserve all that.. because deep down you mean everything to Jeff! Come on, there is a reason why he keept you alive, huh?

☆ Homicidal Liu

Absolute sweetheart when it comes to comforting you! You had a rough, long day? Even worse than normally? He is right here with you, doing his best. You just wanna seat in silence? Too tired to talk? Liu will be here. No sign of judgement on his face, just his typical soft and full of compasion smile. If you feel okay with him touching you, he would hold your hand or offer you a hug. No worries, you can stay in his soft embrace as long as you need it - its just you both agaist the world. He just want to make sure that you know he is here for you. Liu would talk about all things you are worried, trying to find solution if its possible, but he is also not too pushy when it comes to that. And no matter how you feel now, or if you will yell and cry, pushing him away - he is always here to got your back.

☆ Eyeless Jack

Jack is just another person with this comforting aura. At the end of hard day, you can't help but want cuddle to him and sob into his arms..And Jack is a great listener, always wanting to make you feel that your suffer is visible and heard! Thats why he is the best person to come vent to, or maybe just stay in his presence if you are too tired to talk! He doesn't talk too much, but he can if you want. Always ready to say something to cheer you up, and he doesn't make this stupid comments like "you dont look depressed" or "yeah same lol"! You are his everything and if you need a bit of help? Thats what relationship is all about, he doesnt mind at all! Just cuddle to him, tell him every thought of yours while he caress your head and gently rock back and forth!

☆ Masky

If Masky really does care about you (no worries, he does) he will be great when it comes to taking care about your body. Depression suck and we all know that well. Sometimes it takes away all of your energy and motivation, and its harder to take care of yourself. Thats why you have him! Masky would look after you a lot! He would check if you had eaten - you haven't? He will make you anything to eat, even for you to take small bite becasue you dont have appetite! Have problem with keeping yourself clean? Would help you shower or just clan with wet tissues, brush your teeth and wash your hair. And if your room gets too messy? Has no problem with helping you or just cleaning it by himself. He also keeps an eye on your sleep schedule! Masky doesn't judge - he knows how hard you already have it, and he just want to help. And needing help doesn't make you weak!

☆ Ben Drowned

Listen, Ben is such a dummy and cutie..he would try to make you laugh so bad..! He isnt doing it in this insistent, annoying way - he just do everything he can to make you smile! Cracking more jokes than usually, doing silly faces or you two could watch some silly video with cats/dogs...doesnt matter, he just try so much! He is also good person to stay in home with. He totally gets if you dont feel like socializing and going out, he already made you both a place so you could either play with him or just watch him play. Doesnt matter if you wanna talk, or if small-talk makes you annoyed and you just prefer to seat in silence. Big cuddle bug, so if that makes you feel better then he couldnt ask for more! Ben literally wants to make you feel even slightly better, but he also understand what you are going through and will always be by your side!

☆ "Ticci" Toby

As I said many many times, Toby is curious one - always ready to explore and do some fun stuff. And that makes him the perfect guy to make your days a bit brighter! Toby wants to be here for you, trying his best to get you out of bed and try new hobbies with you. When you are depressed its so easy to get into a routine, and just suffer from sadness and bad thoughts, laying in bed all day and starring at ceiling! And Toby doesn't want that silly! So no matter what is it- baking, cocking, some sport or artsy stuff - he loves that! But no worries, if you dont have that much energy, he will gladly stay with you in home, cuddling and watching movies. Its hard to be bored around him, he has some calming aura around. He understands that he won't make your deprresion dissapear, but Toby wants to make your days even a bit better.

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little-bumblebeeee · 2 months

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Hey, this is my first time doing an ask so could you please do steve harrington angst where he feels a lil distrust cause of how things ended with nancy with comfort at the end. Feel free to ignore if you're not up for it 🙃

Omgggg babes sorry this took longer than expected, I started a new school and got food poisoning lmao 👍

Anyways without further ado,

Steve Harrington x reader, slight angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, Steve thinks reader might be cheating or is unhappy, 1k words ♡ (hardly proofread, forgive me love)

You had to stay late for work to fix a mess your boss made, and in your haste to finish it you forgot to tell Steve. Sure, you haven't been dating long and sure, you don't live together, but lately he's been staying at your place to escape the big empty birdcage that is his parent's house, so maybe you should have told him.But you didn't, that's the thing. The sun has already set by the time you get home, your cheeks flushed from the cold as you quickly close the door to let as little heat out as possible.

"Steve? Are you here?" You call out, seeing the light from the kitchen on but no noise. Not the clink of the dishes being washed or the sound of something being stirred, no sizzling of food and no shuffling of feet to the pop music Steve likes. No noise and no answer.

"Stevie?" You call out once more. You have a feeling that he's here, the imaginary hook in your chest that pulls you closer to him feeling short. When you show up to the kitchen, there he is, standing in front of the counter and looking down at his cup of hot chocolate, little marshmallows disintegrated and no steam rising from the top, he must've been standing there for a while.

"Hey." He says softly, bringing the mug to his lips maybe for the first time, frowning at the cold as if he was completely powered down before you stepped into the room. He sets it back down to be forgotten until the mug needs to be washed, turning the burner back on that has the pot of milk on it.

"Sorry I got home late, my boss is an absolute child." You say as you lean up against the counter, watching as he stirs the milk in the pot and shakes the chocolate packet. "Oh no, it's fine. It's fine. You don't have to tell me everything." He says, the muscle in his jaw clearly clenched.

"Steve, you alright?" You ask, stepping just a little closer with your arms crossed loosely upon hearing the tone in his voice, firm and steady, as if he's controlling every word, every breath, every little movement. It's a little scary and concerning– but you've seen him like this before. He's just annoyed and doesn't want to be snarky with you. Before he can say that he's fine, you raise your eyebrows at him, daring him to say that he is because you know he's not. Daring him to say that he had a tough day because he already called you during your lunch break to tell you how good of a day he had.

"I just.. were you actually at work? Just tell me the truth." He asks you. The truth? Does he believe you're lying? Sure, you haven't been together for a super long time, but why would he think you were doing something else? You told him what happened– does he not trust you? You just can't help but wonder what goes through his mind in times like this.

"I was. I just couldn't text you because my boss won't stop acting like a child, I told you." You say. The hurt and confusion you feel must be visible on your facial features because he puts down the packet of chocolate power, turning to face you.

"I don't mean to offend you or anything but how am I supposed to know I can trust you? We haven't.. we haven't been dating long, I know– and you can call me crazy or paranoid or say all of this is bullshit but I.. just want to know. I want to make sure you're okay– I want to make sure we're okay. I don't want to be lied to." He explains, running a hand through his hair and pinching his nose once or twice, a clear sign he's holding everything back. You two haven't really... talked about past relationships, but you've heard things. Heard and seen things. All you wanted to do that night at Tina's party was hide in the bathroom until your friend came to pick you up, leading you to hear a conversation you definitely shouldn't have heard. The air feels dark and heavy– something you've never felt around Steve, who practically has sunlight coursing through his veins, making every room just a little brighter. But the sunlight is gone, his blood red instead of gold.

"Steve–" You start, but he stops you in your tracks. "Don't start like that." He says, looking as if you're about to break the worst news to him. You kind of did start like that too– a sort of softened tone in your voice as if you didn't want what you were about to say to hurt him. But you continue anyways.

"You're not crazy, or paranoid, or whatever else. You're just a little cautious. But I was at work, and I can call my boss right now if you need me to." You say, your phone open and held out to him.

Steve just.. blinks a couple times. But he shakes his head, pushing your hand away and pulling you close, his arms snaking around your waist as he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. You feel more than hear the apology, but you know it's being said.

And you know he means it.

Because Steve doesn't lie. He doesn't say things that he doesn't mean, if he tells you that he loves you then he loves you, no doubt about it. "I shouldn't have. I'm sorry– I... things never went right for me, and now that they are, it's scary. It's scary as hell. Because I don't know when it's going to stop, I don't.. I don't know when things will go wrong again. I just.. I love you. Too much, sometimes." He admits, lifting his head up a little with a humorless chuckle, brown eyes boring into your soul.

"And I don't ever want to let you go." He adds. He proves his point by squeezing you tighter, putting everything he has into this one squeeze as if someone is waiting just behind you to steal you away.

His skin shines golden once more, the room feeling warmer and brighter. Everything seems to feel less dull when you love him, doesn't it?

#stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #hurt/comfort #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington angst #Dude I went to type Steve harrington angst and 'Steve Harrington anal...' popped up and I just. I. I just w. Hnnng this app is scary

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makeitmingi · 24 days

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 29]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Yunho was outside your door, waiting for you. When you stepped out of the lift, you let out a sigh of relief, seeing him there. He was leaning against the wall and checking his phone as he waited for you. Upon hearing your heels, he looked up.

"(y/n)." He breathed out.

"Yunho. You're here." You let out a shaky breath. You couldn't even give him a fake smile anymore, you were too tired from doing that the whole evening.

"Thanks for coming." You said, opening your front door so the both of you could enter.

"No need to thank. I'll be here for you whenever you need me. You look amazing, by the way." He smiled.

"Thanks." You let yourself and him into the house. The first thing you did was toss your heels aside. Yunho removed his shoes and coat, putting it over the arm rest of the couch.

"Are you ok-"

You cut him off by hugging him. Yunho looked down at the top of your head and slowly wrapped his arms around you. He held you tight, against his body, giving you all the warmth and protection he could give. You didn't want to cry so you just took deep breaths, squeezing your eyes shut.

"It's okay." He stroked the back of your head. You were obviously not okay and he didn't want to talk too much, maybe you just wanted your silence, like always.

"I've got you." He promised, pressing his cheek against the top of your head.

"Sorry." You pulled away from him.

"Nothing for you to be sorry about." He cupped your cheek, staring into your eyes. Yunho could see all the emotions in your eyes. You chewed on your bottom lip, gulping.

"It's late and we have to go in tomorrow. I shouldn't have..." You shook your head, wanting to pull back even more.

"No, don't say that. Why don't you get out of this stuffy dress and get ready for bed? I'll be here." He smiled softly. You looked up at him, was he indirectly offering to stay the night? Or should you ask him to stay with you?

"Okay." You whispered. Yunho hummed and kissed your forehead before letting you go. After sending Seonghwa a text that you were home, you went to take a quick shower.

When you came out, drying your hair with a towel, you saw Yunho had a plastic bag in his hand.

"I ordered some food. Just something small." He smiled. You hummed and stepped closer to the counter to see what he ordered.

"It's Chinese food. Not too heavy like rose tteokbokki or oily like fried chicken." He explained. You went to get some small plates and pour some water for the both of you.

"How did you know I haven't eaten?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I... asked Seonghwa hyung... Don't be mad at him! I just wanted to make sure you ate before going to sleep." He said.

"I knew he would rat me out. But thank you for ordering food for me, I guess I am a little hungry now." You chuckled as you admitted, making the boy grin. While in the shower, you let all your frustrations wash down the drain. Now that Yunho was here, you weren't going to be all depressed and moody.

"This is yours." He took out the jjajangmyeon and unwrapped it, handing it to you. Before taking his own food out, he even broke chopsticks for you.

"Thank you. What are you having?" You asked, mixing the sauce into the noodles.

"Jjampong." He smiled and unwrapped his own bowl, pouring the soup into the noodles to eat.

"I'll tell you the gist of what happened. Ever since my mother died and my step family entered the picture, my relationship with my father is... awful, to say the least." You started to tell him.

"Do you not talk to him?" He asked.

"I do. I just... every time we talk, it ends up in an argument of some sort. A part of me still holds on to the old him, the person he was when my mother was around. That's why I bother to attend these events." You shrugged.

"But like tonight, he always proves to me that he'll never go back to the father that I knew. From a young age, I stopped becoming his poster child." You said.

"Was he abusive...?" Yunho was afraid to ask. Once again, he had to think about the 'right' questions to ask.

"The opposite, he didn't care at all. I was invisible. He only 'cared' after I left home." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

"For a long time, he tried to showcase my stepbrother. But I grew up in that sort of world, they all knew he had a daughter, they remember me and my mother, no matter how much he tries to deny it."

"He's your father, why would he deny it? That's just wrong." Yunho shook his head, dismayed.

"Sometimes when you move on, you try to erase your past." You said.

"That's awful. I'm sorry, I wouldn't want a relationship with a parent like that too." Yunho said, reaching over to hold your hand to offer some comfort.

"So to avoid there being rumours about him being a bad father to me, he tries to paint this picture of a happy step family. He acts like I'm included, that he wants me to take over the family business, parade me around to all his connections. But it's all just for show." You chuckled bitterly.

"Do you want to though? Take over his business." Yunho didn't even know what business your father was in but he knew, for sure, it didn't have you in the kitchen like now.

"No way. But my stepbrother's out there becoming a surgeon while I cook, so you can guess who is the one my father says will take over."

"Is he not supportive?" Yunho frowned.

"Not in the slightest. I'm the black sheep of the family now. The one who is rebelling by working in a kitchen instead of working a high paying job." You snorted.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). You don't deserve that. Especially after all the hardwork you put in to get to where you are." He said.

"Don't be sorry, Yunho. It's just the reality of how things are." You smiled sadly.

"Still, it isn't fair. You don't treat family like that." He scoffed. You hummed, rubbing his hand with your thumb. After finishing all the food, you both cleared up the place. You made yourself and Yunho a cup of tea.

"You might be able to fit into Seonghwa's shorts..." You said, digging into the cupboards. Luckily Yunho had an undershirt he could wear to sleep.

"What are you doing standing there? It's okay to come in." You chuckled, noticing how he was just standing at the door way.

"Thank you." He came in. Your room was very monochromatic, with light grey walls.

"Here. You can get changed in there." You handed Yunho a pair of Seonghwa's looser shorts that you knew he couldn't wear anymore. Yunho entered your bathroom to change.

"They're a little short but I'll manage for one night." Yunho laughed as he came out of the bathroom.

"Sorry." You giggled. He shook his head, assuring you that he was fine. Entering your bathroom, you got him a spare toothbrush from the cupboard. The both of you brushed your teeth together. While you didn't feel uncomfortable, there was a lingering awkwardness. This was oddly intimate.

You've acted so comfortably around Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho. But you suddenly felt so shy around Yunho, you felt vulnerable showing this side of yourself to him.

"(y/n), are you alright? If this is too much or awkward, I can sleep on the couch or in the guestroom." Yunho broke your train of thought.

"I'm fine, Yunho. There's no need for you to sleep somewhere else. I just..." You couldn't find your words.

"I understand. I can stay with you until you sleep." He smiled softly, knowing where you came from. To be honest, his heart was racing too at the thought of sleeping next to you.

"No, I- I would prefer if you stayed. I don't want to be alone..." You confessed in a whisper.

"Okay." He tucked your hair behind your ear. As you both sipped your tea, your phone rang, it was Seonghwa calling you.

"Hey, Hwa... Yeah, I'm okay... You're headed back now? Tell your parents I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye to them... I know that but still... Mhmm, how mad is he?... Alright, I'll see you tomorrow? We'll talk then... Yeah, bye." You said and hung up.

"Who is mad?" Yunho asked when you placed your phone on your nightstand to charge.

"My dad... I did leave mid argument with him and before the event officially ended. That's always a big no-no since it can potentially embarrass him." You shrugged.

"Is it bad? That he is angry." Yunho winced as he asked. He didn't want to imagine what would happen.

"It used to be. But I hardly see him now so it doesn't matter." You chuckled.

After the tea was done, you went out to put the empty cups in the sink outside. Yunho looked over at Yuyu and Yunnie, who were perched on your pillow. He chuckled, placing them on his lap.

"Are you stealing my animals?" You asked when you came in, seeing Yunnie on his right thigh and Yuyu on his left.

"Considering they're named after me, I'm pretty sure I have some ownership rights, don't I?" Yunho tilted his head. You laughed and grabbed your phone, wanting to take a picture of him. Yunho was more than happy to indulge you, even smiling brightly as you took the picture of him.

"Give them back now." You took the two, hugging them as you got under the covers. Yunho laughed at how cute you were and slid under the blanket.

"(y/n), can I hold you?" He asked nervously. You were silent for a while before you let out a hum of approval.

"Okay." You replied. Yunho carefully wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer until you were almost pressed against his chest.

"Yunho, I'm sorry, I know we were supposed to talk tonight... I didn't mean for it to end on such a note. I keep ruining everything." You sighed, staring at his chest.

"Don't say that, you're not ruining anything. We don't have to talk now." He whispered.

"I don't know how to really express my feelings or put the right words out. But... I like you, Yunho. I'm not the best with relationships of any kind but I know that I like you." You confessed. Now, Yunho hoped you couldn't hear how his heart was pounding.

"It's okay, (y/n)... That's all I needed to hear. Thank you." You felt him kiss the crown of your head. Your cheeks were so warm, you couldn't even look up at him.

"We're in this together, okay? You don't have to handle all this on your own." He promised.

"I'm glad I have you, Yunho." You murmured, slowly falling asleep with the warmth and security that Yunho was giving you.

"Goodnight, love." He wished. With you safe and sound in his arms, Yunho fell asleep easily too. And despite not being in his own bed, he swore he had never slept so soundly in a long time.

Even if you were fine with leaving Yunho in your home alone while you went to work earlier, he insisted on going in with you. You knew he didn't need to go as early as you did and you wanted him to get more sleep. But he claimed he had infinite golden retriever energy, whatever that means.

"Here." You handed Yunho a cup of coffee when he came out after getting dressed.

"Thank you." He smiled and took a sip. You went to take your knives, packing them into your knife wrap.

"Do you want some breakfast before we go?" You asked.

"No, I'm good. We can just eat there." Yunho yawned. Honestly, he didn't want you to have to cook for him right before you were going to leave.

"Let's go." You said, checking your watch. After wearing your shoes, you and Yunho headed to his car with hands interlocked.

When you arrived, you entered the place. Wooyoung, Jongho and Seonghwa were waiting in their cars. You missed the raised eyebrow look Wooyoung shot Seonghwa, seeing you and Yunho openly holding hands. Seonghwa just shrugged.

"Morning." You greeted. Yunho let go of your hand seeing Wooyoung come up to hug you tightly. He opened the door to let all of you into the kitchen.

"Hwa?" You nodded over to the walk in. Seonghwa, who was tying his apron strings, looked up at you and followed you.

"What happened last night?" Seonghwa frowned worriedly. You began to briefly tell him the conversation between you and your father about your uncle Junghyun.

"I was just sick of it so I left. I'm sorry for leaving and worrying you." You sighed, rubbing your temples.

"Don't be sorry." Seonghwa patted your head. You let out a hum. Seonghwa smiled and gave you a hug, patting you on the back.

"So, you and Yunho?" He raised an eyebrow. You nodded again, a lot slower this time. You felt your cheeks heat up, like a teenager that was caught fooling around by her parent.

"Last night, it happened last night. I've been wanting to tell him but I really didn't want to tell him, considering what happened and all the emotions running high. It all just came out when he was comforting me. It was... I didn't want him to think that I only said it because he was the one comforting me." You rambled.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, sweetheart. I'm sure he does not think that judging by the big grin on his face when you walked in holding hands." Seonghwa calmed you.

"We'll talk properly after this, alright?" He looked at you with a soft smile. You nodded and walked out with him.

"Are you okay?" Yunho asked in a whisper when you emerged from the walk in.

"Yeah, don't worry." You said, giving him a small smile before beginning the prep the things for the morning. You completely focused on baking, throwing every other thought to the side.

"Jam for the danishes are done." Jongho announced.

"Thank you." You took the saucepan and left it by your station to cool while you prepared the cake batter.

"Woo, help me throw these in the oven. I need to check on my confit plums." You instructed. The male saluted and came over to help you while you checked on your cake filling. You were making a Victoria sponge but instead of jam, it was soft confit plums with cream.

"Tiramisu is done, going into the fridge to set and chill." Seonghwa informed and brought the trays in. After your plums were done, you filled the jam pastries so they could back.

"Good morning." The other boys came in.

"(y/n)! Seonghwa hyung! You're back." San smiled as he came over to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders to hug you.

"Thank you for the warm welcome, Sannie." You chuckled while he grinned proudly. You would have reciprocated if your hands were not touching food at the moment.

"I could use your help." You told him. He saluted and went to put his bag down then wash his hands.

"How many people do you need?" Yeosang asked.

"Just one. Thank you." You smiled. Hongjoong and Mingi shot you waves before going to the front to help Yunho set up for the day. San came back with the spare apron Yunho always wears and began to help you with the jam pastries. You put the filling and he helped fold them then crimp the edges.

"Where's San?" Yunho asked when he only saw 3 friends emerge from the kitchen.

"Helping (y/n). She needs an extra pair of hands." Mingi informed. Yunho tried his best not the frown, he was always your assistant in the kitchen. Why didn't you call him?

"Relax, San was there welcoming her back so she asked him to help." Hongjoong said with amusement.

"Let's just get ready for opening..." Yunho mumbled. Today was the weekend so they were expecting a lot more families to come in.

When the shop opened, as expected, there were a lot of customers. Yunho was happy, seeing the line and filled tables. It meant that the restaurant was doing well.

"Excuse me?" A smartly dressed male came up to the counter. Yunho shook his head to re-focus himself.

"Sorry, sir. How may I help you?" Yunho smiled.

"No worries. One large americano, please. Hot. And... a jam pastry." The male ordered, leaning towards the display to see what was left. Yunho nodded and rang him up. He tried not to stare at the black card that was handed to him.

"Also, is (y/n) around?" The male asked. Now, that got Yunho's attention.

"You are...?" Yunho asked back, a little defensively. In case this guy was dangerous, Yunho wasn't going to give away that you were in the back working.

"Family member." The male replied. Yunho's eyes widened slightly, was this your father? The man Yunho never met but hated.

"Don't need to call her, I know she's busy. I'll wait over there." The male said, not wanting to hold up the line anymore. Yunho handed the card back to the male, as well as the placeholder.

"Here you go." Yeosang served his drink and pastry. The male smiled and thanked Yeosang.

As Yunho continued to clear the line of waiting customers, he would occasionally glance over at the male. True to what he said, he just sat there, waiting. Well, he did order another cup of coffee so he wouldn't be hogging the table unfairly. Mingi, who was working next to his best friend, noticed this.

"Who is that? Do you know him? You've been looking over at him." Mingi asked.

"I don't know who he is but he's looking for (y/n). Or rather, waiting for her. He says that he's her family member but I don't know..." Yunho replied in a low voice.

"Should I tell her?" Mingi offered.

"No, I'll tell her. See if she's free." Yunho said. He called Hongjoong to help him take over the cash register momentarily.

"Hey, are you free?" Yunho asked you as he walked in. Thankfully, you were cleaning up with Jongho while Wooyoung ang Seonghwa prepared lunch.

"Uh, depends on what you need me for." You replied.

"There's some guy outside. An older gentleman. He said he's your family member and has been waiting for you." Yunho informed. You paused for a while and Seonghwa turned around when he heard Yunho's words.

"Hang on." You said to Jongho, who nodded his head, understanding. Your heart sank to your stomach, thinking that it could be your father that came to visit you.

"(y/n)..." Seonghwa started.

"I'll go see. It's fine." You assured Seonghwa and walked out of the kitchen with an extremely worried Yunho in tow.

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mxqdii · 7 months

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you taught me - r.b

pairings: regulus black x reader

summary: her last relationship was so toxic that it effects her relationship with regulus. he teaches her what it's like to actually loved and cared for.

warning(s): mentions of abuse, mentions of toxic relationship, sad reader, fluff/comfort from regulus, slight panic attack.

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it's a typical day, i head to the library to find a good book.

as i walk in, i see regulus and a smile hits my face, we've been dating for a while now. it's still a secret, only evan and barty know, but we’re gonna tell others eventually.

i look around, seeing the empty library and hugging regulus from behind

"hi regs!" i smile and he turns around, eyebrow raised

"regs?" he questions with a teasing smile and my face drops

"sorry! i didn't even know i said that, i can stop if you want it was an accident i swear!" i ramble on and his expression changes again

he looks at me now in confusion

"what..?" i ask quietly

"i was joking love, it's okay." he says and i raise my eyebrows

"oh.. okay.." i noted with a smile

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later that evening, me and regulus are still in the library, my legs over his as we sit on the couch.

a book in my hand as i flip the pages

my eyes light up as i read about it and regulus notices

"what's got you so happy?" he says and i smile, looking at him

"well, i've actually read this book like 10 times.. i just, i've always really really loved it, like so much. anyways its about thsi girl named lydia and she has like, nobody- anyways she moves to this new town and finds this boy- anyways! sorry i could talk about it for like hours, but i wont" i ramble on

his eyes watch me in astonishment while i talk, listening intently.

and even though he doesn’t know what i'm talking about, he doesn't care. he likes seeing the ways my eyes light up when im talking about something i'm passionate about

he likes seeing my cheeky smile when i'm explaining the characters

"keep talking, i'm listening" he says and i go wide eyed

nobody has ever said that to me before.

i almost feel tears fill my eyes as i look down and let out a smile, this feeling is so unfamiliar.

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i'm sitting in my room distancing myself from my boyfriend, my friends, everyone.

i miss regulus, which is exactly why im distancing myself

sounds stupid, but i'd feel bad bothering him by asking to hangout, so i'm in here instead.

i could hangout with sirius, remus and james... but i'm just not up to it right now

suddenly theres a knock on the door

i open it seeing regulus, letting out a sigh of relief and gesturing him in.

"hey, where've you been all day, i haven't seen you at all" he says and i feel the guilt wash over me

"i know i'm really sorry i just felt... bad" i say, sitting on my bed

"about what my love?" he asks, sitting next to me.

"no it's nothing it's fine" i say smiling and he shakes his head

"tell me" he speaks softly and i melt at the tone

"i don't know i just missed you but i didn't wanna bother you so i came here instead, i don't know it's stupid i'm sorry" i say, avoiding eye contact the whole time

"what? baby you could've just asked to hangout i was free all day" he says with a sad chuckle

"oh.. sorry" i mumble

he moves closer to me tucking my hair behind my ear

regulus was never usually a soft person, but something about me made him melt, he'd never admit that though.

something about how gentle and fragile i was made him feel the need to be the most loving person i could have

and he knew something had happened, the way i always apologized and second guessed my words, the way i was careful around him, the way i put him before myself

i didn't need to act that way around him though, but he didn't know how to tell me that, so instead he just decided to show me, as much as he could.

without saying anything, he pulled me into a loving hug, a hug i've never gotten before

i let myself melt into his warmth, feeling nothing but comfort in this moment.

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me regulus were told to meet sirius, remus and james in the gryffindor common room, which isn't unusual considering we all hangout all the time.

we walk in to be met with uncomfortable tension and silence

"jesus who pissed us off" i say sarcastically and they stay quiet

"come on guys, what?" regulus says

"tell me y/n, how long have you been fucking my brother" sirius shouts and my eyes widen

"sirius-" i try to explain but he doesn't let me

"i mean really? my brother? that's low y/n" he says and i feel my chest tighten at the yelling

"and you!- one of my best friends? really??" sirius says, speaking to regulus now.

"sirius it's not like that" i say, still in my normal tone.

"like hell it is!" he argued

"you don''t understand- we're-" before finishing my sentence, sirius interrupts again

"you're what? in love? i don't care what you are, i care about you two not fucking telling me. i had to find out through some random ravenclaw! and to top it off it's my brother and my best friend, yet i wasn't the first to know??? unbelievable." he shouts

i don't even notice the way i'm shaking, the way it's become hard to breathe.

i feel so aware of everything, just not myself.

"sirius-" remus trys to interrupt to stop him

"sirius stop" regulus shouts

they continue yelling at eachother until sirius walks towards me

i tense my body, preparing for something i know all too well.

"i expected more from you y/n, i would've expected you to tell me about this shit" he argues, his voice still raised and his tone still bitter

"sirius- calm down" i say, not knowing what else to do

"calm down!?" he shouts, raising his hands in exasperation

his hands, his voice, his tone.

it was too familiar, so i did what i know

i used my hands to protect myself, covering my face.

i fucking flinched.

the room falls silent, not a single whisper, even from sirius.

still in my hiding position, i realize what i just did, how i just reacted, i know sirius would never hit me.

fuck, i messed up.

my hands lower from my face and i slowly turn my head towards sirius, scared to see his reaction

i look up at him, tears overflowing in my eyes

i see his softened expression, the look in his eyes, the way he immediately stopped

"did- did you think i was gonna.. hit you?" he hesitates, asking gently, softly.

i look around, seeing everyone looking at me

it's the look on regulus's face that makes me crack.

i look back at sirius and just scoff, running out of the common room and to my dorm.

i lock the door and absolutely break down sobbing, finding it hard to breathe.

i'm curled up on the floor, arms wrapped around my knees, hiding my face in them.

suddenly i feel hands on me, gasping at the sudden touch, i look up seeing regulus's soft gaze on me.

"hey, hey, it's me you're okay, i'm here love" he says wrapping me into a hug.

he pulls me on his lap and i wrap my legs around his waist, causing him to stand up and sit us down on my bed

(sorry if that didn't make sense)

i nuzzle my head into his neck as he rubs my back

"let it out love, i'm here." he says and i try to find the words to speak.

i pull away from the hug slightly and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear

"i- he-" i try to explain but my words are being taken from me, like i'm being forbidded

"i know love, it's okay, i've got you."

my words being taken from me frustrates me even more, causing me to just lean into him and continue sobbing

he embraces me again, stroking my hair and whispering reassuring sweet nothings into my ear.

because of him, my sobs slowly turn into cries, and my cries slowly turn into sniffing and tears running down my face.

it was a start.

i pull away from our embrace again, scared to speak

i can't look at him, i know if i do i might break, so i keep my gaze shifted on my fingers, picking the skin off of them, a nervous habit.

he grabs my hands to stop me from picking them

"you don't have to say anything or just in general talk about it, not if you don't want to" he says and i sigh

"you have a right to know" i say shakily.

"can you look at me, please?" he asks and i hesitate

"i- i'm a mess" i sniffle, embarrassed.

his finger trails up to my chin, using it to tilt my head up.

the sight of my tear stained cheeks and red puffy nose breaks his heart

his eye contact, the look on his face, made me break, as i suspected

i tilt my head back down, letting out silent cries

"tu es en sécurité avec moi, je ne laisserai rien t'arriver" he says

even though i can't understand it, just the sound of his voice makes me feel better.

he uses his hands to cup my cheeks, making me look up again

he uses his thumb to wipe my tears

something that makes my heart swell, something i'm not used to

i watch him, no sign of disgust or shame on his face, just love, pure love.

"why?" i ask, him shifting his gaze back to my eyes.

"why what?" he replies

"why do you do this for me? why are you so nice to me?"

his heart shatters into a million pieces, expression softening even more

if that's even possible

"because i love you, and you deserve to be loved. i wish you could see that" he says

"i didn't and still don't wanna push you, but i notice things, i'm an observer. i notice your apologies and how you always seem scared around me, not scared of me, scared of yourself and what you might say, what i might do to you if you say the wrong thing" he starts to speak

i look down again as he continues to talk

"i just want you to know that i'd never do anything to hurt you, ever. you'll always be safe with me, no matter what you've heard before. i'd die before hurting you, and it breaks me to see you like this love" he says and another tear falls down my cheek

"i said it before, you have a right to know." i say with a shaky breath

"my last relationship.. it- it changed me. the guy i dated, he would use me and manipulate me and treated me more as his bitch then his girlfriend. he would- get really mad if i said or did something wrong, something he didn't like or something that embarrassed him. and sometimes when things got heated... he'd.. hit me and stuff.. and i knew it was wrong but it's what he made me think i deserved. so ever since then i've always felt like that's what i deserve, which is why i don't really know why you treat me the way you do, it's just very unfamiliar." i explain

he watches me, listening intently the whole time.

"i don't think i know what love is.." i mumble, ashamed.

"i didn't, for a long time. but eventually.. someone taught me."

he says and i look up at him confused

he smiles, rolling his eyes when i don't get the hint

"you, y/n, you taught me love." he says and my eyes widen

"me? i- i don't even know how to love someone i-" i start speaking but he stops me

"it's what you're doing, what you've been doing, you just never realized it. this whole time you've shown me love, it was unfamiliar because it was new. that unfamiliar feeling you've felt around me, it's love" he says

i take a second to think about his words.

thinking back to the feeling in my stomach when he'd talk to me, the way my heart fluttered when we'd hold hands, the way i longed for him when he wasn't around.

holy shit, i love regulus black.

"you- you're right" i say, realization clear in my tone

"i- i think i love you" i say, looking up at him

he smiles "i love you too darling, always have"

in that moment i knew i'd be alright, i knew i could give regulus my heart and trust him not to break it.

in that moment i knew, he taught me how to love.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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hiiii

soulmate au with Aaron Hotchner in which your scars show up on each other’s bodies?

love you 🤍🤍

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

love you too my darling <3

You'd almost fallen over before your shower this morning. There was no warning, no pain in the night, you'd gone to sleep with a bare torso and woken up with scars. Nine of them, dotted around your abdomen like polka dots, but much less whimsical and far more sinister. They warp and glisten as you twist in the mirror, and you wonder how they look on whoever was unfortunate enough to receive them. While you only got the end result, surely wounds like this hadn't healed all too well on the actual victim.

Your phone rings, and you realized you've spent ten minutes surveying your new body.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Emily's on the other line, "I know you're not coming in for a bit, but can you call Hotch? He's not answering, and it's really weird for him to withdraw like this. I've gotta go, we've got a case, but I'll fill you in when you get here."

"Oh! Uh, yeah," You nod, hastily navigating your way to Hotch's contact before she hangs up so that you don't forget, "Bye, Em."

"Bye," You hear the click of the phone, then she's gone. You try to forget about your new scars, hoping that they weren't fatal to a victim. Bearing the scars of an attack that killed your soulmate would be emotional torture on you.

The line rings as you dial Aaron's number, but he doesn't pick up. His overly formal voicemail 'greets' you, and your voice is slightly shaky as you shake out your hair in preparation to wash it in the shower.

"Hey, Hotch," You tuck the phone to your ear, tugging off your sock as you speak, "Prentiss asked me to call you, she said you didn't pick up when she called, either. I, uh- I hope everything's alright, she says we've got a case. Are you going to be in later? Just- let us know, okay? See you then."

You're minorly worried about Hotch. You ponder in the shower, soaping up your hair and wincing as you feel the tender skin of your scars burn in the hot water, He's never late. Never. And he's never MIA either, completely detached from his phone and out of contact. You hope for his sake that he's just sleeping in, or maybe he's taken a vacation you haven't heard about.

Fortunately for you, a stalking case makes one hell of a distraction. Hotch's presence is definitely missed during the investigation, but Rossi and Morgan trade off authority, and you function fine without him. You're just debating a curious call to Strauss about him when you get one from Emily, and you pick up assuming she's got a new lead.

"Y/N," She pants, and you're instantly worried, "It's- it's Hotch. He's hurt, he-" Your eyes widen, and your stomach drops as she speaks, "He's been stabbed, nine times."

"In the torso," You breathe, nearly crushing the phone in your grip, "Emily, get him to a hospital, now. He- he has to be okay."

"Yeah, yeah, I- How... how did you know where he got stabbed?" She trails off, and you have two options. Reveal yourself as his soulmate, or implicate that you'd stabbed him yourself."

"Uh, lucky guess." You throw a protective hand over your stomach, real slick, "Just- I'll meet you there, okay? Don't you dare let him die on me, Prentiss."

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Daddy's Little Secret | Isshin Kurosaki x Reader |

part two

author's note: this idea has been in my head for a good while now, and i've finally decided to write it! there won't be much of a story in this, as i plan each chapter to be a sexual encounter between isshin and reader

pairing: isshin kurosaki x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, no explicit smut but it is sexual and suggestive, masturbation, voyeurism, age gap, reader is a few years older than ichigo

“Are you sure this is okay, Ichigo?” You murmur as he leads you up the pathway of his home, the younger man carrying your bags for you. “I don't wanna just barge in… You haven't even asked your dad if it's cool—”

“Dad’s not gonna care.” Ichigo shakes his head. “He'd rather you stay on our couch than in your car on the street. It's okay. Just trust me.”

Sighing, you follow your friend inside and slip your shoes off politely. Your housing situation has hit a bit of a snag and you're officially, though hopefully temporarily, homeless. Ichigo's to the rescue as always, however, and was quick to give you a warm helping hand, just as he was when you first met him. Being a bartender is wonderful, but the drawbacks such as rowdy, creepy drunks tend to call for more forceful measures than your best holler can provide. Luckily for you, Ichigo has a helluva right hook and you've been friends ever since!

Setting your bags down, Ichigo starts a quick tour of the house. You've met his family before, as the bar you work for is also a restaurant, but you've never been to the Kurosaki household. It's surprisingly well-put together despite the chaotic relationship of Ichigo and his father, though it's likely due to Ichigo's younger sisters, if you had to guess.

“My dad's not home yet, but he should be here soon with my sisters.” Ichigo murmurs as he grabs some linens from the hall closet; tonight the couch will have to do for him, as he's a gentleman and will absolutely give up his room for you, but he'll arrange to stay with his sweet girl Orihime for a little while starting tomorrow. He's not looking forward to it: how his father naps on that lumpy, uncomfortable old couch so easily is a mystery!

“Thank you, Ichigo.” You murmur softly. “I'll try to get out of your hair soon.”

Your friend merely waves a hand and sets the sheet and blankets on the arm of the couch before grabbing the remote and turning the television on. The mind-numbing cartoon isn't performing for you, however, as your heart thrums in anticipation. Ichigo's father, Isshin Kurosaki, doesn't seem like he'd mind your presence, but the worry remains. You know you'd certainly have some feelings about such an unexpected guest!

Your poor heart nearly pops when the sound of voices at the front door get louder upon entry, and Ichigo stands to meet his family, lest his father say or do something embarrassing before you've even been announced. Yuzu rushes to her older brother's arms as Karin spots you, perking a thin brow. Ichigo doesn't tend to bring friends home, especially not since he started college.

“What's up?” She cuts her eyes to her older brother, and Ichigo explains more to Isshin, who is oddly quiet, rather than Karin.

“She needs a place to stay for a little while.”

Isshin nods, turning to look at you. He's as handsome as ever, his stubble grown out a tad more than it was the last time you'd seen him at the bar, and his smile is gorgeous and polite, though you can't escape the feeling of it being more muted than you're used to. “Stay as long as you need to. Any friend of Ichigo's is always welcome here.”

“Thank you, sir.” Your cheeks warm, relief washing down your shoulders. Gazing at your wrist to check the time, you sigh softly. “I’ve got to get ready for my shift tonight.”

“I'll walk you to your car.” Ichigo offers, and waits patiently as you wash up and change into your uniform. Isshin settles onto the couch beside his only son, thumbing at the stack of linens to be used for his temporary bed tonight.

“You know I don't mind taking in your friend.” He starts, voice low in the event you come downstairs and overhear him. “I just would've appreciated a heads up.” Unsaid is that he would've used that advance notice to fix his hair up before you saw him, and perhaps undone a button or two on his shirt.

“Sorry, Dad.” Ichigo murmurs. “Her roommate dropped the bomb on her last night that she had to leave. We spent all day moving her things to a storage unit.”

Isshin rubs at his chin, gently tugging at the bit of stubble. He's gotta shave tonight, he thinks. “You givin’ your room up?”

“Yeah.”

Isshin claps his hand on his son's shoulder. He's raised a good man, one that he's incredibly proud of! He squeezes for a brief moment before pulling away just as you come downstairs, dressed in your simple work uniform. High-waisted jeans and a t-shirt with the bar’s name splashed over the front and tucked into your waistband make for a pretty sight, especially with the low cut that provides Isshin with a hearty eyeful of cleavage. It's what deters him from visiting your bar more often; his daughters don't need to see how much their pervy father longs to faceplant in between your breasts.

Ichigo and his father stand and your eyes flit to gaze at the older man. “I’ll be back around 2:30. I'll be quiet, I promise!”

“You couldn't wake Dad if you tried.” Ichigo deadpans. Isshin's cheeks warm at your giggles, and he tackles Ichigo to the ground. Embarrassing his own father right in front of an absolute babe??? Unforgivable!

“Dad, come on!” Karin shouts, scrambling to intervene now. With a guest over??? Her dad has lost his mind!

Grinning softly at the madness, Karin having been sucked into the wrestling while Yuzu rushes in with a broom to smack at them all, the heels of your boots click on the hardwood as you head for the door. Your stay here certainly won't be dull!

With a sigh, you tiredly park your car outside of the Kurosaki home. Work was rough, and nothing sounds more wonderful than a hot shower and some rest, and maybe even a sandwich if you can stay awake long enough.

You're met at the door by Isshin, who presses a gentle finger over his lips as the sounds of Ichigo's snores ring out. Laughing softly as the older man winks, you slip your boots off at the door. “You're up pretty late.”

“Insomnia.” Isshin shrugs casually and follows you up the stairs, shamelessly staring at your ass the whole way up. “Heard your car pull up. Wanted to make sure you got in safely.”

“Ah.” At the top of the landing, you pause for a moment with Isshin just across from you, his henley and plaid pajama pant combo somehow striking. Perhaps batting your lashes more than you should be at a friend's father, you lick your lips, teeth slowly dragging along the flesh of your bottom lip. “Thank you, Mr. Kurosaki.”

“Isshin. After hours, anyway.” He tucks his hands in his pockets with a shrug, perking a brow at the embarrassing admission from your stomach. “Hungry, hm?”

Cheeks fiery and the tip of your nose and ears burning, you duck your head. “Mm… A little. Ichigo and I had some lunch earlier, but that's all I had to eat. Besides a few fries at the bar, anyway.” And an iced coffee to start the morning!

Isshin shakes his head. “Girl dinner.” He grumbles with a scoff and an eye roll— he's treated too many women that hardly eat at all and then complain about headaches! Turning to start back down the steps, Isshin waves a hand. “I’ll warm up the dinner leftovers.”

Covering your mouth to hide a giggle, you venture into Ichigo's bedroom and rifle around your messily packed suitcases for a fresh pair of panties and pajamas. Exhaustion weighs down your bones and a big yawn leaves you damn near spent, though you power through enough to grab a thong and a tank top to get you through the night. Everyone should be out of the house by the time you wake up to start your day, so the worries of anyone catching a peek of your cheeks don't settle.

Rubbing your tired eyes as the shower warms, you sigh with pleasure as the hot water spreads and soothes the ache between your shoulders. Life has been nothing but stressful lately, this recent move only the cherry on top the shitshow mountain. College is hard, work is unfulfilling and the tip money only barely covers the bills, and your sex life has tanked.

Thinking about sex as you run the soapy washcloth over your breasts probably isn't the best idea, but it doesn't stop your other hand from the pinches and tugs of your nipples to relieve some of the pressure. Leaning against the shower wall, your teeth dip into your lip as your fingers do a bit of walking. It's nothing but a tease, a shallow dipping of your fingers to feel the wetness gathering between your folds. A few soft, breathy gasps pass beyond the thin curtain that veils you, but the man with perceptive brown eyes in the hall pushes the door open just a tad wider than you'd left it to peer into that gap.

Isshin smirks softly, licking his lip as he watches you touch yourself. He's wanted a piece of you since he first saw you, as forbidden of an idea as that is. You're his son's friend! He can't. Even if you wanted to, and he thinks you do, it can't happen. That's a line he can't cross… He's too old for you, anyway.

Though as he watches you slowly rub your clit and toy with your breasts, he's sure that this old dog could show you the best night of your life. With a wistful sigh and a firm squeeze to his cock, Isshin heads downstairs before he's caught perving and fixes your plate of dinner properly.

Biting your lip through a grin, you're quickly out of the shower and drying off before Isshin's back upstairs. Of course that old man's the type to peep in on a young woman's shower! You laid the trap and he walked right into it— what a typical doofus of a man.

You've just slipped into your thong when you hear Isshin moving upstairs again, and you purposely ditch the tank top in favor of looping the towel over your shoulders, your breasts just barely covered by the blue cotton as Isshin turns the corner with a warm plate of food in hand and heads for Ichigo's bedroom.

Two gentle taps of his knuckle on the bedroom door are all you get before he's letting himself in, and for a moment he falters at the sight of you. He really should have taken that melatonin tonight… You're before him in a skimpy thong with only a teeny tiny towel over your breasts, and he has to act like he's fine. Like he's not ready to pounce and pound you into pure oblivion. He can't.

This being a father thing is so damn difficult!

Finding the pause cute and the dumb look on Isshin's face even cuter, you smirk gently and approach him with a swish in your hips. His Adam's apple bobs when you're so close to him he can see the few beads of water on your collarbone, and fuck he wants to lick them away and leave a bite or two…

“Something on your mind?” You practically purr at him, and aren't you just awful! Flirting with your friend's father, the one with a dead wife and three kids he's had to raise by his lonely…

Carefully, the man licks his lips and forces himself to look you in the eye, and frankly he's not sure if that pretty face is making his little problem in his pants any better. “No.”

Reaching up, the backs of your fingers gently graze over the side of his face. “That's a shame… Would've loved to hear all about it. I'm sure you've got some… Interesting ideals.”

A growl forms at the back of Isshin's throat, low and deep and the glint in your eye at the sound just makes him want to tug that towel off and—

Well, now you've gone and done that part for him.

Dropping the towel to the floor, you rub Isshin's jaw, his beard noticeably trimmed down to the way he usually likes it. “You shaved. It looks nice.”

“Just nice?” Isshin sets the plate on the desk, his fingers itching to touch your supple skin as he loops them around the thin bands of your thong, his thumbs rubbing the silky fabric. “Not sexy? Ravishing, even? How about a place you'd like to sit?”

A chuckle bubbles in your chest alongside the fireworks going off inside. The door's wide open and it's three in the morning, any of his kids are liable to get up and use the bathroom at any time! Pressing your hands to his chest, you find him firmer than you thought he'd be. “What makes you think I need something like that from you?”

Isshin clicks his tongue, snapping your thong against your skin as you softly push him away. “My bad for assuming. I just thought with, you know, the way you touched yourself in the shower that you've been a bit pent up.” With a wink and a shit-eating grin, Isshin's closing the door behind him and heading back to his bedroom.

Goosebumps litter your body, and that sly little smile doesn't leave your lips even after you've finished eating and settle in for bed. It's been one night and you've already nearly fucked your friend's father— it's not a matter of if now. Just when.

And will you be able to hide it from Ichigo?

#isshin kurosaki x reader #isshin kurosaki x you #isshin x you #isshin x reader #bleach x reader #bleach imagine #fic #x reader #reader insert

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ewitsren · 2 years

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Hi sweetie! How are you doing? Hopefully great! So I wanted to request ,when their s/o comes home assulted' but with Haitani brothers (separated) and sanzu? Feel free to ignore my request, have a nice day:)

hey love! i haven't been writing for a while but i hope you'll enjoy this <3

their s/o comes home assaulted ft sanzu, haitani brothers

pairings: haruchiyo sanzu x reader, haitani ran x reader, haitani rindou x reader

tw/cws ⚠️: physical assault, mention of murder, beating up, mention of sexual assault

barrista's note ☕: i love sanzu

#SANZU

he'd been waiting for you to come home for hours, he'd called you countless times and you wouldn't answer. well, sanzu was wandering around on the border of a serious breakdown which could've had negative effects for a lot of people

so when you walked into the room with your clothes ripped off and a suprising amount of blood dripping down from different parts of body, sanzu had to take a moment to process

he looked at you

and he looked at you again because he couldn't believe the sight of you covered in bruises, crying silently in front of him

he even thought this state of you was just a hallucination popped out from one of his worst nightmares and he believed it for a second until he realized he hadn't taken any pills throughout the day

this was real

he approached slowly, scared to hurt you even more unintentionally

"w-who did this? why didn't you call me for help? where the fuck have you even been?"

at first he started off stammering and a second later he was yelling, you could feel the pure anger in his cracking voice

"I DON'T KNOW SANZU! they broke my phone, i couldn't call you!"

the thought of someone hitting your small, fragile body when he was so delicate and careful with it, the image of you laying on the ground in an alley waiting for him to save you had driven sanzu so crazy that he didn't realize you started crying louder when he yelled at you

"i'm sorry angel, i'm sorry. let's clean you up and we'll take care of this later, okay?"

he sits you down and clean your wounds, extremely careful not to hurt you more.

"i know it burns, look at my babygirl not shedding a single tear. you're so strong."

later he runs you a warm bath and listens to you talk about what happened while washing your hair and body, clenching his jaw at every purple bruise he sees on your skin as he thinks about how he is going to enjoy killing the fuckers who'd hurt you

sanzu dresses you up in his clothes hoping it'll make you feel safer

cuddles you to sleep while caressing your hair and doesn't leave your side the whole night

"i'm so sorry i couldn't protect you, y/n. this 's never going to happen again."

#HAITANI RAN

ran was about to call his men to get them looking for you when you stepped into the room wet from the rain, bleeding and bruised

he was worried about you, you should've been home hours ago like you always did and ran had a bad feeling in his gut

unlucky for the both of you, his gut was right

he was about to start yelling and asking who, why, when, where did this to you but he forced himself to calm down for your sake. "let's get you patched up sweetheart."

ran filled the tub with hot water, gets you out of your soaking clothes and started tending to your wounds

"who did this to you?"

his voice came out calm but you knew he was burning up inside with anger

"i d-don't know ran, one of them t-tried to s-strip me..."

ran pats your head as you try to tell him what happened between loud sobbings. he felt his cold anger spreading all around his head, how dare did those fuckers try to undress and touch you? how dare did they hurt your pretty face and delicate body?

"sssh, it's okay darling. this is never going to happen again, okay? i'll protect you."

ran puts you to bed after he makes sure you were all patched and cleaned up

he turns the lights off and holds you in his arms until you fall asleep

"they 'r dead now, they'll never hurt ya again."

#HAITANI RINDOU

just like his big brother, he was about to send his men to look for you

but he drops his phone when you entered the room, covered in blood and bruises.

"y/n what the fuck, are you hurt?"

he rushes to your side, he needs time to process

"where have you been? who the fuck did this to you?"

he sits you down and listens to you while he carefully tends your wounds

his first priority was to make you feel safe, he'd decided to destroy whoever did this to you in the morning

rindou dresses you up in comfortable clothes when he's done patching you up

puts your comfort sitcom on and makes your comfort food

cuddles you to sleep while you watch tv in silence

"no one's gonna hurt you again, darling."

@ewitsren 's work, do not copy or translate in any other platform

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wayfayrr · 10 months

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Here's part three of Sage in the real world! He's starting to find his footing - although reader doesn't need to know that and reader's stressed even more now from being dumped back into things they'd forgotten, so they've got the perfect balance!

part 1, part 2

It’s easy just to lie here with sage. Not having him as stressed, but putty in my arms is a nice break from everything I’ve got to deal with. He’s surprisingly comfortable to have as a blanket; his hair is incredibly soft even with the amount of time he spends in the wild. That shower must’ve worked wonders for him, given he’s washed his hair with soap rather than just water, hopefully. Might as well make the most of this moment while he’s willing to be this vulnerable. Even if he does seem a bit smug that I’m holding him, for whatever reason. Nothing this peaceful can last forever, with the buzz of my phone breaking me out of it. Not a news pop-up or something that could be ignored as much as I’d prefer to block it out. A private message, about…

Oh no.

"Sage. If you’re feeling better I - we need might need to go shopping."

"Why? Why can’t we just stay like this [name]? "

"Well I uh, I might’ve forgotten that I had planned to have guests over tomorrow. So I need to get some things in to prepare."

He did not like that. At all. Easy to tell from how he growled, his arms tightening around me; pressing his head into the crook of my neck. Acting similar to when I was reunited with the chain. When he was jealous. What reason does he have to be jealous now?

"Isn’t there a way you can cancel? I’m really not ready to meet anyone for at least a week."

"If I had more time, I would. But it’s too short notice. You can stay in a different room if you’d like, I won’t force you to be around them"

Hopefully, he doesn’t hold this against me. Was there a way I could’ve told him so he’d handle it better, with how he’s whining? Maybe not.

"No. I’m not leaving you alone. I know we’re in your world now but I wouldn’t put it past Ganondorf to be able to replicate your friends."

"They’ll only be here for the evening, Lavender. Besides I doubt it would be worth the effort to replace so many people with puppets, is there anything that I can do to make you more comfortable with the idea of it?"

"Just… I don’t want you out of my sight [name], I can’t trust whoever your guests are. I couldn’t live with myself if I let you get hurt."

Trust issues, right. Of course he doesn't want the first person who truly cares for him as a person to leave him alone, I knew this back in Hyrule. As far as requests he could've made though, it’s pretty reasonable and easy to do for that matter. Now I’ll just have to hope that they won’t ask too many questions about him or ask the right questions to set him off. With a nod and a gentle nudge to move him off of me, it’s time to see how he’ll react somewhere other than my house.

"We won’t have to be out long today, an hour or two at max, okay Sage? And shopping for it would be a good chance to buy you some things you'll need"

"Things I’ll need? I have you to myself. What else would I need. What kind of things are you talking about?"

How much money do I have right now? If I remember right I would’ve been paid yesterday however paying for sage now as well as myself? There should be enough; might be time to look for a better-paid job soon, since I’ll be paying for the both of us from now on. Sage is going to hate that though; maybe I should hold off on telling him for a while. It’s not like I haven't got enough time set aside to have a few days off. Explaining more about what life will look like here, while tugging on sage to get up may not be the smartest thing I’ve ever done but it’s something that works. He’s moving with me now towards the door, just need some shoes then we can leave.

"Basics really, some more clothes, soaps and things, maybe a phone?? If it doesn’t cost too much."

"You, you think I’m really worth doing that for? No one’s ever thought I was worth doing so much for. I’m so glad you're mine."

Did he just say what I think he did? Do I? Should I say something back? Has he noticed I froze up because of that?

"What? What do you mean by that Sage?"

"... you’re mine? You gave me your clothes, you’re letting me live with you, and you've given me a nickname. Am I not already your lover?"

He - He sees me as his partner already? It’s not like I don’t care for him but he already thinks we’re together, really? I guess in the games Mipha proposes with the zora armour, but that’s not a Hylian custom is it? And they weren’t made for him, just my old clothes. Is he going to be more convinced I’m his partner if I help him adjust? Would I mind that?

Silence probably isn’t what Sage needed, but getting out and heading towards the shop does help to order my own thoughts about this all. After a few more moments like that, paired with a heavy sigh I finally gathered the confidence to answer him over silently dragging him to our destination.

"I never - Well I never thought you were in love with me, you’ve never mentioned you felt like that. But I wouldn’t be against a relationship like that with you."

"Good. So that makes me your husband then."

WHAT?? What the??? How long has he been assuming we’re together to think of himself like THAT?

Is he even being serious right now? He can’t be serious, can he? I’m not sure whether to take it at face value or not, I mean who just says that at a time like this? And as determined as he did?

"So are you… just declaring that we’re a couple now, I’m fairly sure that’s not how it usually works??"

"Yes, I am. What does it matter that it’s not ‘usual’?"

Bluescreening doesn’t come close to how I feel right now. He’s actually convinced himself that we were in a romantic relationship for who knows how long and he’s only just mentioned it!?

"You - what if I’d started seeing someone else, you’d never told me you wanted to be together? What would you have done??"

"I would have dealt with them."

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? Deal with them how? Do I even want to know?

I don’t think I do. Not with the look Sage has on his face. Murderous doesn’t even describe it. If looks could kill, then whoever my hypothetical partner was would be dead and buried several times over by now. Wrapping his arm around my waist as we carried on walking seemed to draw him out of it though. He’s never been as terrifying before in all the time I’ve known him. Even when I was talking about the chain earlier he didn’t look as dangerous, as unhinged, as he did just then.

Can he tell I’m uncomfortable with how he’s acting? Is that why he’s holding me like this? Is it because of the stress that he’s acting like this, or have I been overlooking the real reason?

I have to give him the benefit of the doubt, he doesn’t deserve my trust in him to be broken if he’s just acting out from stress. Either way, we’re nearly at the shops. Thankfully Sage seems to be calming down somewhat, even if he is pressing himself into my side desperate for my touch.

Just a quick trip [name]. You can do this.

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #link x reader #lu sage #yandere lu sage

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maarrgarr · 11 months

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The Unknown Heir.

part eight

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

N/a: This is a flashback!!

Satoru's arm was wrapped around your waist, while your head was lying on his chest. You both liked moments like this, the two of you naked and cuddling, after having had fantastic sex.

You wanted to sleep so badly, but you had things to do, as did your boyfriend, but he didn't seem to mind as you could feel his breathing heavy. You moved to get out of his arms, causing him to wake up. You sat up in bed and lay still doing nothing, you didn't feel like leaving, but you had to. "What are you doing? Go back to bed" Satoru asked you in a hoarse voice. "I have to go see Ieiri" you answered him and looked at him, his hair was tousled and his eyes narrowed looking at you, "And you have to go talk to Yaga-sensei" you told him to get up too. Yaga had called Gojo to come to his office, as he wanted to tell him something, both of you guessed to scold him for something.

You bent down to grab your underwear that was scattered on the floor and when you stood up your gaze met a picture that was on your desk, in it were Satoru, Suguru and you smiling and hugging each other. "You still haven't heard from Sugu?" you asked Gojo. A few days ago your best friend had gone on a mission and still hadn't returned, the strange thing was that he didn't answer any of the messages you had sent him, which was a habit whenever any of you went on a mission. "No, I also called him and he didn't answer me" Satoru answered you. For some reason this made you feel uneasy, there was something you didn't like, but you thought it was just a bad feeling, and soon Suguru would be back.

When you finished putting on your panties and bra, you stood up from the bed to look for the other clothes, but while doing so you felt how you got dizzy and soon you felt like throwing up, you quickly ran to the bathroom and threw everything in the toilet. Quickly Satoru followed you and knelt next to you, rubbing your back, "Are you ok love?" he asked you, you just nodded, stood up and washed your mouth. "Yeah, I just got dizzy out of nowhere and felt like throwing up, maybe I stopped too fast" you answered trying not to make him worry, "I understand, but it's like the fifth time you've been dizzy this week, only this time you threw up" he put a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Why don't you go see Ieiri and ask her to check you out?". You only nodded, you had been feeling sick for several days, but you couldn't find a coherent reason, although you didn't worry much, you thought that maybe you had eaten something bad.

When you arrived with your friend, Ieiri, and you started to tell her what you were feeling, she only looked at you with suspicion, something you noticed, "What's wrong?" you asked her, "Y/n, when was the last time you fucked Satoru?", "Today" you answered without shame and she rolled her eyes amused, "Well, let me rephrase the question, when was the last time you menstruated?". Suddenly a silence was created in the room, you couldn't remember when was the last time, and soon you understood what Ieiri was thinking, "No way" was the only thing you could say.

Before they could continue talking about it, Satoru and Professor Yaga entered the room. The latter didn't have a very good face. Your boyfriend moved to your side when he noticed that you didn't look very happy either, in fact he noticed you looked a little pale. He gently pinched your cheek, bringing you out of your reverie, "Everything okay?" he asked you, and he looked between you and Ieiri, both of you nodded.

"I have something very important to tell you, and I know it won't feel good, but it is my duty to tell you". The three of them turned their attention to Yaga, "As you may know a few days ago, your partner Geto, went on a mission and still hasn't returned. Well apparently something made Geto react badly and he ended up killing everyone in that city". That took you by surprise and it was as if, for a minute, nothing existed around you. It was impossible, your friend, Suguru, killing people, it couldn't be.

"It's impossible, maybe it was a curse" said Satoru just as in denial as you, "No Gojo, I'm afraid it's true, it has been proven that what happened in that city was the work of Geto and not some curse. Therefore and as stipulated by law, Geto Suguru is now a deserter and is considered a cursed user".

That was the last thing you heard, before feeling a blip go through your ears, suddenly seeing everything black and losing consciousness.

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gretavangroupie · 1 year

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Vigilance (Chapter 4)

Word count: 15.4k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, drinking, language, fluff, angst, smut, violence.

This story is a very special collaboration with my best pal @gretavanmoon. We have been scheming on this one for a while... If you haven't read her stuff, definitely go check it out. If you have, even better! We are taking this one all the way back to the early days, but we will be going into the present, so hold on tight it will be a bumpy ride. Without further ado...

SAM POV

You cup your dripping mouth, the iron taste on your tongue overloading your senses as you walk back across the room to find her and Jake. What had you missed? How did it get to this point?

You see her body crumpled into Jake, clinging to him like he was her lifeline. You noticed his hand woven into her hair, holding her tightly as she cried into his neck in a way that was more than a friend would do. A stark realization washes over you, and it's evident on your face as your eyes flash to Jake’s in question. Has it always been you?

As if he heard your thought he gently nodded his head in confirmation. You can tell by the way he is holding her that he doesn’t see her as just a friend. When had this happened?

Unable to watch any longer you turn to walk to the kitchen. You hear an engine roar to life outside and tires kicking gravel up in the driveway. You know he’s gone. Your feeling was right. As you lean over the sink, the blood pouring from your mouth covers the white ceramic. You flick the faucet on and watch as the water rinses it away. You stare at the pink-tinted water swirling down the drain, and your eyes and brain go fuzzy at what just happened. Not to mention you feel a tightness on your face starting to form; surely you’ll have a shiner tomorrow.

You hear footsteps rapidly approaching you, along with the sounds of muffled sniffles and shaky breathing. A hand falls to your back, as she speaks through her cries, “Sam, please I am so sorry I don’t know what to say, I–...Let me help you, I can clean it up…” she says frantically, tearing paper towels from the roll, and running them under the cold water.

She turns to you and starts to wipe the blood from your mouth, dabbing your lip as you wince away. You grab her shaking hand as the tears fall from her eyes. She won’t even look at you. She's defeated and embarrassed.

As you stand there you hear Jake entering and turn to look at him. You aren’t sure what to do since you’ve never seen her like this. “Please let me do it…” she begs, as you release her hands. She is choking back sobs at this point, face flushed red and swollen as the tears fall from her eyes. You shoot another nervous look at Jake who is digging ice out of the freezer and putting it in a bag. He quickly grabs a dish towel and wraps it around the bag, before making his way over to you.

He places his free hand on her shoulder, “It’s fine baby. It’s okay, he will be okay. Right Sammy?” he asks, giving you a pleading look.

His loose use of pet name for her hit you harder than Andy’s fist.

“Yes, yeah…I’m okay. It’s okay, I promise.” you say, finally meeting her eyes. As her eyes lock onto yours it breaks her. A full out sob leaves her chest at the sight. Jake hands you the ice, catching her as her knees buckle and they both fall to the ground.

Jake leans back into the cabinet holding her as she sobs into his chest. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why he did that… He…I…” she stammers on as Jake shushes her. You sit down next to Jake, in the same position with your hand holding the bag of ice to your mouth and cheek.

As you sit there you hear Josh walking down the stairs and know that his 20 questions are coming. He rounds the corner into the kitchen and is shocked at what he sees. He doesn't know whether to ask about her, the blood, or commotion first.

“What is going on down here? Jesus Christ... Sam, why are you bleeding?” he asks, and you shake your head no signaling to him to drop it. He nods and makes his way to the coffee pot.

“Come on, let’s go sit on the couch.” Jake whispers into her hair. A pang of jealousy radiates through your chest. Or maybe it's not jealousy… maybe it’s something else. You can’t quite put your finger on it yet.

Jake walks with her out of the kitchen, hoping to calm her down in the living room as you are left in the kitchen with Josh. He makes sure they are gone before scurrying to your side, “Okay what the fuck?” he asks.

“Her boyfriend, Andy… I don’t know what happened, all I caught was the tail end of whatever happened between him, her and Jake. I walked in right as he was about to hit her and something came over me. I jumped between them. He nailed me in the mouth, but I got a few good blows in before I shoved him out the door.” you whisper.

“Her and Jake?” he asks suspiciously.

“Apparently.” you answer.

“Are you…” he doesn’t finish the sentence.

“I don’t know.” you reply with a sigh. “I need to go talk to Elle. She sleeps like the dead. I hope she didn't hear anything, but I think she will have some questions.” you say pointing at your face.

You walk out of the kitchen and into the living room making your way to the stairs as you see Jake sitting with her on the couch. You push through making your way up the stairs and into your bedroom. You see Elle sit up in the bed with a shocked look when she sees your face.

“Baby! Oh my god! What happened? I mean… I heard rustling downstairs but I didn't realize you were fighting?” she says anxiously.

You walk over to sit down next to her on the bed, “Andy punched me in the face, it’s a long stupid story. But he is gone, everyone is fine, I just didn’t want you to worry why I was gone when you woke up.” you say pressing a kiss to her forehead wincing slightly at the pain of pressing your split lip to her face.

JAKE POV

The tears finally stopped and her body stopped shaking. Now she just stared off blankly at the wall in front of her. You knew she was in shock, and that you just needed to sit with her for a while until she could collect her thoughts. Her hand gripped onto your arm tightly, not loosening for even a second. She needed this. She needed to know you were there. Sam came back downstairs with a pair of sweatpants for her, noticing she was in only a t-shirt. A kind gesture from him. You took the pants from him, his eyes looking into yours, again silently asking you the question he already knew the answer to.

You could see the hurt on his face as much as he tried to hide it. You knew this would hurt him if it ever came out. You never thought it would. But now as you sit here with her draped across your lap, it’s all but obvious that you two are not just friends. ‘Thanks Sammy’ you mouth. He nods his head and takes a seat on a chair across from the couch.

“Hey, do you want to put these on?” you whisper to her, snapping her attention from the wall to your face. Her cheeks are red and splotchy. Eyes swollen and red rimmed.

She grabs them from you and slides them on before resituating herself on the couch, once again grabbing your hand. You watch Sam’s eyes follow her hand as it intertwines with yours, and you almost feel guilty. Like what you’re doing is wrong, but how could it be wrong when it's the only thing that finally feels right?

Josh walks into the living room to join you all, averting Sam's attention from the two of you.

She looks over to him and he gives her a soft smile. “I’m sorry he woke you.” she squeaks out.

“I was already awake. I woke up around 5:30 or 6? I don’t remember. I had to pee. I saw Andy walking around down here. I knew you were in there with Jake.” Josh looks to you, “I even did the thing to try and warn you,” he says, raising his eyebrows, “but clearly you didn’t hear the door.” he says.

“No, I did.” you reply, defeatedly.

“You did? Why didn’t you get up?” Josh asks.

You hesitate, not wanting to tell him. Not wanting to admit the real reason, especially not in front of Sam. Your eyes flick over to him as he listens on intently. You shake your head and shrug your shoulders, looking back to Josh, giving him the ‘drop it’ look.

He understands and changes the subject. He places his hand gently on her shoulder, “Are you okay?” he asks.

She nods her head as you feel her fingertip tracing over your knuckle, “I will be. I… I don’t know what would have happened if Sam didn’t step in.” She says turning to look at him.

“Thank you…I’m so sorry Sammy.” she says, her voice coming out shaky.

He nods his head. You can tell he is biting back his words. His knee bounces nervously up and down. You can tell something is up, and you know it will only be a matter of time until he boils over.

She turns to you, “I’m going to run to the bathroom really quick, ok?” she asks.

You squeeze her hand before releasing it and she disappears up the stairs.

HER POV

As you walk up the stairs your legs feel like jell-o. You know the signs of shock and you are exhibiting almost all of them. You step into the bathroom shutting the door behind you as you let the tears fall once more, only this time you are alone. You don’t have to choke back your sobs, you fully let them consume you. But only for a minute. Your mind starts to race with thoughts.

How could he do this to you? Did you ever really know him? He punched Sam. He wanted to hit you…

You would never forgive him. Not ever. There is nothing he could do to fix this. You knew it was over the second he called you a slut. He wouldn’t even let you talk or explain a single thing. He just lashed out and hit your best friend.

You turned the faucet on, letting the cold water run down the drain as you gently patted your cheeks, hoping the coldness of the water would take away some of the redness.

You cleared your throat and fixed your ponytail, hoping to appear more refreshed when you returned down stairs.

As you quietly slipped out of the bathroom you could overhear the faint whispering of Jake and Josh in the living room. Sam’s voice is noticeably absent. As you make your way back down the steps, they all turn to face you, presenting you with concerned faces.

You take your seat next to Jake, but this time you don’t reach for his hand. This time you fold your hands into your lap. Your eyes meet Sam’s across from you. You can tell his demeanor has changed from concerned, to sad, to mad in just a few short minutes. His leg was anxiously moving up and down, and he had his arms crossed, one hand covering his mouth. You notice his knuckles are swollen and red.

Josh turns to you, “Y/n, has he… has he always been like that?” he asks.

You swallow harshly, “No, I have never seen him act like that.” you reply, avoiding his eyes.

You hear Sam scoff, and turn to him just as he sits back into the chair.

“Has he done… that before?” Josh tries to ask gently, but you aren't sure what exactly he’s asking.

“What? Done what?” you ask.

Sam snaps back “Does he put his fucking hands on you? Does he hit you? Beat you in any way? Tell the truth!”

You look back at him shocked. You have never, not once heard him talk to you like that in the entirety of your friendship. You know it's only coming from a place of concern but you are still shocked nonetheless.

“He’s never hit me but…” you stammer out.

“But what?!” he seethes.

“But he punched the dashboard in the car once.” you say.

“That’s a lie, he grabs your arm all the time, I saw the bruises myself last night.” Jake interjects, pulling up your shirt sleeve revealing the freshly placed purple marks.

“Me too.” Sam says, sending a knowing glance to Jake.

“Okay, yeah he grabs my arm sometimes but he doesn't know he is being too rough when he has been drinking!” you say.

“Bullshit!” Sam yells. “He shouldn’t have his hands on you in the first place! Why don’t you see that!”

Jake places a hand on your thigh, “He’s right you know.” he says as you look down at your hands.

“I’m sorry, but I will not let you sit here and make excuses for him. He was going to hit you. Right here, right in front of all of us. Imagine what he would do in private!” Sam shouts. His words were seething, you could tell he had a fire burning in his chest of pure protection for you.

You nod your head at his statement. He is right, and you think you may have known that all along. Trying to push away the thought everytime he grabbed your arm a little too hard, or had an outburst. Sam was right, and he took the hit for you.

You stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you Sammy.”

You feel his rigid body soften into your hug as he wraps his arms around you. “You’re welcome. But please don’t make me fight anyone else. I have to maintain my image as the pretty one in the band.” he laughs. There is the Sam you know. You pull away from him with a smile and he nods at Jake and Josh before heading back upstairs to Elle.

You return to the couch, sitting next to Jake. Josh looks between the two of you and shakes his head with a smile before putting both hands on the arms of his chair.

“Well. I think all this calamity calls for some breakfast, hm?” He slapped his knees and headed toward the kitchen.

Left alone just the two of you, you turn to face Jake on the couch. Your eyes search his, unsure what to say. You know sleeping in his bed last night was not a smart move, but in the moment it felt right. You wanted it, more than you have ever wanted anything. You should have known Andy would come looking for you. That was your mistake.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now, but we do need to talk about it.” he says, his face soft and gentle.

“I know.” you say looking down.

He grabs your chin with his thumb and finger bringing it back up. Your eyes meet his, “You deserve someone who will only lay hands on you to worship you. Praise you. Every perfect inch. Nothing more.”

You feel the butterflies swarm in your stomach as you blink back the tears in your eyes. “Jake, I…” you swallow back the lump in your throat, “thank you for… protecting me… from him. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there.” you say nervously.

His hand comes up to your cheek, swiping away the stray tear with his thumb, “I’ll always protect you.” he whispers.

“Why…” you ask as you lean your face into his hand.

“You know why.” he answers.

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JAKE POV

The ride to Ann Arbor was made with plenty of laughter and singing since Sam and Josh insisted they join. Andy had left her stranded in Frankenmuth and she had to get back for classes. When you offered to drive her she agreed gratefully, and you were excited to be alone with her for a while, until they decided to ruin it.

As you pull into the visitor parking spot on the side of her dorm building you feel the energy in the car shift. You look over to her in the passenger seat and see that her demeanor has changed. She looks almost sad. She fidgets nervously with the cuff of her sleeve and avoids eye contact with you. You flick your eyes back to Josh in the backseat, “Alright I’m gonna walk her in, I’ll be back in a bit.” you say giving Josh a knowing look and tossing him the keys.

You step out of the car and grab her duffle bag from the trunk, before meeting her on the side of the car. “Here I can take it…” she says, reaching her hand out. “You don’t have to walk me up, it's okay really…” she says nervously, looking down at her shoes.

“Let me.” you insist, seeing a pink blush creep across her face.

Her eyes finally meet yours for a split second before turning to walk towards the building. As you approach the doors you watch her pull out her key card, pressing it to the touchpad and hearing the doors unlock. You walk with her through the main lobby and get on the elevator that will take her to her floor. Finally it's just the two of you. You know it's wrong, but damn if you can’t get the image of her splayed across your body out of your head. Nothing could have dragged you away from her in that moment, and it didn’t. Maybe if you had just gotten up when Josh tried to warn you, none of this would have happened.

It killed you to see her so scared and broken. You know that if Sam hadn’t been the one to jump first you would have, and you wouldn’t have stopped. But she needed you, and you wouldn’t change that for the world. You told her you would always protect her and you meant it. If you could, you would.

As the elevator door opened you let her step out walking behind her until you reached her door. She fumbled with her keys until she finally stuck them in the lock, spinning it until it opened. You weren’t sure if she wanted you to come in or not so you stood there awkwardly until she acknowledged that you weren’t right behind her.

“Are you coming in or are you going to stand there?” she asks playfully.

You give her a half smile as you step into the room. You scan its entirety as you make your way further in, setting her duffle bag on her bed. She leans against the side of the bed as you continue to look at things scattered around the small room. Pictures with people you don't recognize, and pictures with people you wish you didn’t recognize. Even a few pictures of you and Sammy. Your eyes catch something familiar on her bulletin board as you step closer to it.

A shock runs through your body as you see your graduation card to her pinned neatly on the board. Inside it sits the pick. A smile slips across your face as you turn to her, her eyes locking onto yours.

“I was afraid to lose it. I couldn’t live with myself if I did. It’s safe there.” she states. Truthfully you didn’t even care that she didn't carry it with her. You were just happy to know that she kept it.

You walk slowly back over to her, shoving your hands into your pockets. You stop just before her, “If you lost it I would just give you another one.” you say in a sultry tone.

“It wouldn’t be the same.” she replies as you step closer.

“No, it wouldn’t be but I promise you this...Every time I pick up my guitar…everytime I strum a pick across the strings… I think of you. Of that night. So no, it wouldn’t be the exact one, but it would be pretty close.” you say.

“Do you really think about me?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and squinting at you with a sheepish grin.

You remove your hands from your pockets and place them on her arms, “How many times do I have to tell you this before you hear me? I think about you every single day.” you reply, an underlying confidence in your voice that even took you by surprise.

She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you towards her. You wrap your arms around her in return pulling her tightly to your chest, inhaling deeply the scent of her hair.

“I think about you every day too, Jake. Always you.” she murmurs into your chest, her breath hot through your shirt.

You step back from her and place your hand on her face, swiping the hair from her eyes as you look into them, searching for any sign of hesitation but you’re met with none. Before you can even act she is leaning in to you pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that has been dancing between the two of you for the better part of a year. This kiss is different from the graduation party kiss. This kiss is sober and wanting. No fear, no hiding. You can feel every emotion coursing through her body as her lips meet yours. They are just as soft as you remember, maybe even better. Every night you dreamt of her on tour, never as good as this moment.

Her hand winds into your hair, pulling you closer and kissing you harder. You push her backward, until she has come to a stop up against the cold white brick of her dorm walls, pinned there. Her tongue breezes across your bottom lip begging for entrance. You slightly part them to let her velvety soft tongue tangle with yours, tasting her, and letting her take what she wants. You can feel the blood rushing away from your head as you grow hard against the zipper of your jeans. Fuck her mouth feels so good. Your mind is in a frenzy between feeling her lightly pull on your hair with one hand, while the other rests on your chest and begins to make its way to hold the back of your neck. Your right hand slides under the hem of her shirt, being met with the soft warm skin of her stomach. Her breath hitches into your mouth, her lips never parting from yours. Her hand trails its way down your neck, skimming past your chest and resting at the top of your belt buckle. The entire movement causes you to twitch below her.

Her lips part from yours just barely pulling away from you as her eyes open and flick to yours, a silent acknowledgment of your situation. Her pupils are wide and wanting, yours a mirror image, you’re sure of it. Never breaking eye contact you feel her fingertips slide along the top of your belt, dipping slightly into the waistband of your boxers. You want her. You want this. You want nothing more than to feel her hand wrapped around you. But you don’t want her like this. In her dorm room, in the middle of the day with your brothers waiting.

When it’s right you’ll know, and this isn’t right. You want it to be perfect and wonderful, and this is not that. God you want her, but you want to take your time with her, show her what it feels like when it’s real. You grab her hand that is dancing along the top of your jeans and lace your fingers through hers pulling it to rest at your chest. Your lips meet hers once more, her teeth grabbing your bottom lip between them, slightly biting and pulling, showing her impatience. This woman is going to kill me.

When your lips finally part the electricity that has been running through your body seems to find its landing place in your chest. You rest your forehead against hers, as you both catch your breath. You bring both of your hands to cradle her face as you press one more long, slow kiss to her lips. A goodbye.

“Damn woman, you’re gonna be the death of me,” you breathe out through a shy laugh.

“Your brothers…” she whispers, remembering they are waiting.

“I know, I’m going… I just…it’s hard to let you go.” you say, hands lingering on hers.

“So don’t let go this time.” she says, her words sending a shiver through your body. You have never been able to let her go. You aren't sure if you ever will.

“I’m not. I won’t. I promise.” you state.

You let go of her hand as you walk to her door, turning back one last time before you open it, “Can I text you?” you ask.

“I’ll be sad if you don’t.” she answers, and you feel your heart leap in your chest as you walk out the door with a smile.

You do your best to hide the raging boner in your jeans, trying to push away the impure thoughts still lingering in your brain as you rode the elevator down to the lobby. As you walk through the empty hall you are left reeling. Could this finally happen? Can you finally be with her?

It’s getting hot outside, so you decide to pull your hair back and tie it at the nape of your neck. It will probably also help to hide the fact that your hair is now tousled and messy from a fierce makeout session.

Playing along with the thoughts in your head you stroll back across the parking lot, before arriving back to the car. Josh is in the driver's seat now, leaving you the passenger side. You see Sam stretched across the length of the backseat, his long legs reaching the door. As you slide into the front seat you are met with a groan of displeasure from Sam. “Ughhh took you long enough. What were you even doing up there?” he whines.

Before you can come up with an answer Josh pipes in, as he backs the car out of the parking space, “Oh I can think of a few things…” he says sarcastically, earning him an elbow to the ribs.

“Fuck off Josh.” you grumble.

“Don’t be mad at me brother, you have had plenty of time to make this right. Time to face the music.” Josh continues.

“You don’t know shit.” you sneer.

“Pffff..I know your thoughts before you even have them.” he snickers.

Suddenly you hear Sam from the back seat, “How long?” his voice, deep and demanding.

You turn around to look at him and you’re met with a piercing stare, making you quickly turn back around.

It’s silent for a few minutes, as you wrack your brain trying to figure out how to answer his question. Your eyes flick to Josh, who knows what you’re going to say. “I can’t help you with this one, just tell em’.” he says, patting your shoulder.

You think for a moment, “Alright, what do you want to know?” you ask him.

SAM POV

“Jesus, how much is there to know?” you ask, wondering just how much you have missed.

He shrugs his shoulders dismissively from the front seat, “I will answer any question you have, but you have to ask the question. I am not big on revealing my personal life, you know that.” he answers.

“Fair.” you reply, thinking about how to phrase your questions.

It's quiet in the car for a few minutes before you finally ask, “Are you two… together?”

“No.” he answers.

“Do you want to be?” you ask.

“Yes.” he replies.

“Why aren’t you?” you ask.

“Next question,” he says.

A few beats of silence before you ask another, “How long has this been going on…”

Jake readjusted himself in his seat and cleared his throat.

“Remember the day you brought her home to work on the project?” he answers.

“FRESHMAN YEAR?” you yell, moving from your reclined position to sitting up in your seat.

“You want to know the truth, I'll tell you! But you aren’t going to like my answers, and it’s too late to change it now!” he says, raising his voice.

“You knew I liked her then!” you say.

“I know it, you think it didn’t kill me!? You think I wanted this to happen?” he asks.

“I don't know! Maybe you did! Maybe that’s why your advice never worked!” you yell.

“Of course I didn't, Sam! You’re my brother! You came to me for advice and I had to give it to you, even if I didn’t want to!” he says.

You sit for a few minutes in silence as you try to slow your heart rate, fairly positive that you might jump through the front seat and choke him to death.

You bury your face in your hands. “Have you slept with her?” you ask, nervously awaiting the answer.

“No.” he replies, sending a wave of relief through your body. “Actually, we have only kissed twice, I think.”

“Reallllly….” Josh mutters from the front seat.

“Yeah, I’m with Josh on this one, wasn’t she… in your bed yesterday morning?” you ask, the words feeling foreign when you say them out loud.

“She was, but only because I insisted she sleep there after your party. Asshole Andy was passed out somewhere..I was going to sleep on the couch, but she begged me to stay. How was I supposed to refuse her?” he answers.

You nod your head understanding exactly what he meant. Had you ever been able to refuse her? No.

“And… nothing happened?” you asked.

“No, nothing at all. We slept. That’s it. I know it was the wrong thing to do, but…” he turned to Josh, hoping to gain a bit of confidence before he spoke again, “...I spend every night thinking about her, to finally have a chance to have her there with me… I couldn’t say no. I would do it again in a heartbeat.” he finishes.

“Why aren’t you together?” you ask again.

A huff breaks through his chest, “Well, because we both love you and didn’t want to hurt you mostly. That and, we kind of dropped off for a while when her school started. We stopped talking and… she met Andy I suppose.” he says, rubbing his mouth and staring out the windshield.

“Because of me?!” you ask, pointing to yourself.

“I guess so, yeah.” he chuckles.

You let out a deep exasperated sigh. Fuck me. No wonder you haven’t seen him with a girl in years.

It’s mostly quiet for the rest of the drive home, casual conversation and a little work talk but it's quiet apart from that. You are left alone with your thoughts wondering how you missed every sign.

If they have been doing whatever it is they are doing for this long, surely you had to have noticed something?

You replay old memories in your mind, days spent together over the summers, movie nights during the winter, more than you can even process, but as you replay them, you do remember Jake always willingly joining in. He was always there, wherever she was. Then it hits you all at once. Suddenly every image in your mind is of the moments you caught them together and thought nothing of it. The day at the lake, the night she fell asleep on him on the couch, the card in her dorm room, the pictures of them together hanging on the bulletin board, it was all there. Right in front of you, but you were too blind to see it.

Jake doesn’t just like her.

Jake is in love with her.

The car pulling into the driveway snaps you from your realization. You get out of the car and walk slowly behind them up to the house. Josh bounds through the front door leaving you and Jake alone. He enters first making his way to the kitchen before you stop him.

“Hey Jake?” you say quietly.

He spins around to face you, “Yeah?”

You swallow harshly before you force the words out, “Do you love her?” you ask, keeping one eye closed as if his answer is going to be a blow to your face.

He sighs and sets his hand on your shoulder, a comforting gesture, “Yeah, Sammy. I do.”

You nod your head, “Does she love you?” you ask.

He removes his hand and looks at you, “Yes. I think she does.”

“I think she does too.” you answer with a soft smile.

Jake makes his way to the kitchen and disappears as you climb the stairs to your bedroom. Shutting the door behind you, you flop yourself down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

She was your best friend? How did all of this happen right under your nose? How did she keep this from you?

Why Jake? Why couldn’t it have been you?

You feel guilty having these thoughts, the smell of Elle lingering on the sheets below you. You love Elle, but in a different way than you think you would have been able to love her. If she had ever given you a chance. Thinking back, you should have known from the moment you saw Jake teach her how to hold that guitar. From that moment, not a thought in her mind would be of anyone other than Jake. He had that effect on people.

Sitting up in your bed you see a small bag on your desk. Your mom must have put it there while you were gone today, as it wasnt there this morning. You stand up and walk over to the desk, sitting in the chair before pulling the tissue paper out of the bag. You barely peer into the bag before you feel the lump form in your throat. You know exactly what it is and exactly who it’s from.

You reach inside and pull out the book, a precious memory now marred forever in your mind.

You open the familiar red cover, and see that she has written a message inside.

‘I promise I won’t be a ghost anymore. Proud of you Rockstar. Happy Birthday.’

Your eyes threaten to fill with tears as you blink back the wetness. A bloom of anger fills your chest. You close the book and toss it onto the desk. What you’re sure she meant as a sweet gesture feels almost like a slap in the face. She lied to you for years. You shared nearly everything with her..your hopes and dreams and deep dark secrets…and all this time she’s been in love with your brother while you loved her from far away, but never once felt brave enough to admit it. Why didn’t you ever admit it? Was there any coming back from this? Would things ever be the same between you?

You suddenly felt an overwhelming pang of confusion and jealousy all wrapped up into one blinding emotion: resentment. For both of them. You hated yourself for feeling any type of ill-will toward her, but the disappointment at the forefront of your brain overtook any pity you might have had for her.

Her and...Jake…

You shake away the unwanted imagery from your mind’s eye and pull your phone from your pocket, open your texts, and delete your thread with her.

Maybe it was her turn to be on the receiving end of the ghosting for once.

–

HER POV

May 2018

Bzz.Bzz.

You force your eyes open to stop the incessant buzzing next to your head. You roll over in your twin size bed and grab your phone off of the table next to you. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes you see his name and click on the notification.

Jake: Morning :)

You groan when you see the time is 10am, thankful that finals were over and that you could sleep in, but knowing the daunting task of packing up your dorm awaited you.

Your mornings usually started this way, with a goodmorning from Jake that would end up in an all day conversation until he called you before you went to bed. Things finally felt right. He had even come into town a few times just to see you. They had just finished up a short stent on the road, and finally had a longer break for the summer months. You spent your days daydreaming about all the things you could do with the guys over break, and hoped that they wouldn’t be too busy in the studio.

As you pulled yourself out of bed you shot a quick good morning back to him, as well as sending Sam a text asking him about his weekend plans.

You showered and got dressed in your favorite purple top, ready to check the items off of your to-do list for the day. Gathering up your rental textbooks you made your way across the quad. The sun was out and shining and the air was finally warming, a cool breeze swaying against the green leaves on the trees. As you walked up the steps into the library you approached the rentals desk and slid the lady the stack of books. As you waited for her to scan them back into the system a chill ran up your spine when a voice you recognized echoed from outside of the double doors. Your stomach dropped to the floor, and your fight or flight response quickly kicked in.

Flight.

You kept your head down and paid no attention to him as he walked through the doors but inevitably spotted you. As the clerk handed you your return receipt you grabbed your phone out of your bag and made a mad dash in the opposite direction of the doors. Your eyes catch his for a brief moment, giving him incentive to follow after you. A moment of panic rushes through you as you feel him drawing nearer. If you just ignore him he will only chase after you harder. Acknowledge him and then leave.

You feel his hand meet your shoulder as you walk, pulling away from him instantly. His now unfamiliar and unwanted touch makes you cringe, and you turn to face him.

Fight.

“What do you want, Andy? Why are you here?” you ask, your tongue a bit sharper than you intended.

“I’ve been looking for you. Are you avoiding me?” he asks, his stance confrontational.

“Yeah Andy, I am. I don’t have anything to say to you.” you answer.

“Look, I’m sorry. I just… I went overboard, okay? I went crazy when I saw you with him…I love you and I–” he says, as you cut him off.

“No. You don’t get to apologize now. It’s way too late for that. You took it too far. You hurt me and you hurt my friend. We are done.” you demand. “Please leave me alone.”

“Just let m–” he starts but you immediately turn away and walk as fast as you can out the front doors, thankfully hearing them slam behind you.

You grab your phone, and with shaky hands you dial Sam’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail. Dammit Sammy.

You hit Jake’s contact and it rings a few times before you hear his voice on the other end. “To what do I owe this surprise? You never call me in the middle of the day…” he asks, his voice chipper and light.

“I saw him, Jake. He found me in the library and confronted me. I don’t even remember what I said. I was so nervous I think I blacked out.” you gush.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. He isn’t following you or anything right?” he asks.

You quickly glance over your shoulder and feel relieved when you don’t see him.

“No, I think he is gone. God. I didn’t even know what to do, I was afraid if I ignored him he would just chase after me more.” you say, looking across the street before you cross it.

“Yeah that was smart. Hopefully you told him that you don’t want to speak to him again.” he says.

“Yeah, I did and he tried to convince me that he was just worked up, blah, blah, blah. I don’t know Jake, it freaked me out. I am going straight back to my dorm to pack up.” you say, practically sprinting up the steps.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could help. I swear I don’t know what you ever saw in that prick.” He paused and took a deep breath. At this point, you’re not sure what you ever saw in Andy either.

“But on the bright side you’ll be home in a couple of days, right?” he asks, a warm blush filling your cheeks. Home.

“Yeah, in just a few days…. Hey, have you talked to Sammy? I have been trying to get in touch with him for weeks. He hasn't been returning any of my calls or texting me back.” you ask.

“Uh… yeah he is here. He was sitting on the couch a little while ago…” he says, his voice trailing off.

“Why is he screening my calls?” you laugh, “Hmmm…. Oh well, okay, I am back to my dorm. Thanks for answering.” you say.

“I always will darlin.” he says, and you feel your heart start to beat a little bit faster. Summer break cannot come soon enough.

–

Your car is packed to the brim with all of your belongings from your dorm, ready to sit idly by for the summer. You close your trunk carefully to avoid crushing everything and you let out a huff.

As you walk around the side of your car you are shocked to see Andy leaning against the hood. You recoil and stand firm in your place. “Andy…” you say.

“Hey beautiful…weren’t you gonna tell me you were leaving?” he asks, walking towards you.

You stay planted where you are, instinctively keeping as much space between you as possible. “No, actually. I wasn’t. Why would I?” you reply.

As he stands in front of you, you can smell the alcohol radiating from his body, “Don’t you want to see me over the summer? Aren’t you gonna miss me?” he slurs, reaching his hand up to touch your face. You catch his arm and throw it back down, a wrinkle forming between his brows.

“No Andy, I won't. In fact why don’t you go find Rebecca. I’m sure she will want to see you over the summer.” you say sourly, pushing your way past him and opening your car door. If this were a few months ago, the jealousy of finding texts on his phone would have overtaken you, and you would have meant it when you showed a bitter distaste toward him for talking to other people.

Now though, your words were only there to get a final jab in to show that you truly were done with him, and that you truly didn’t care. And that you knew he was cheating.

“Don’t be like that…God, you know you can be such a bitch sometimes,” he says, holding your door open with a strong arm. He all but spit his vodka-soaked breath onto you. You could see the heat rising in his face, signaling his anger.

You peer up at him with a scowled face but quietly suppress your rage, instead choosing to deescalate the madness you felt coursing through your veins, and get out of that parking lot as quickly as possible.

You firmly grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and avoided eye contact with him. “Andy, I need to go. I’ll see you around.” you say curtly, gritting your teeth.

He steps back letting you pull your door closed as he responds, “Yeah baby, you will.”

–

Your drive back home was the most free you’d felt in a long time. You rolled all the windows down to let your hair blow wildly in the wind, turned your favorite playlist as loud as your stereo would go, and you allowed yourself to openly cry through the feelings you’d been bottling up for a while now.

You’d ended the semester on a high note grade-wise, things with Jake were going well, and you were finally away from Andy. The only thing looming in the back of your mind was that you hadn’t talked to Sam. Now that you thought about it, he hadn’t even sent you a ‘thank you’ text for his birthday gift, and you knew he was actively hitting the ignore button when you called. Nothing. Radio silence.

You push the thought from your head, telling yourself that when you got home and settled, you’d go over to their house and speak to him directly.

You pull into a gas station to fill up your tank and grab a coffee. You glance down to your phone to see a text notification. For a split second, you hoped to see Sam’s name across the screen, but instead you found Jake’s.

Jake: Hey :) drive safe. We have a surprise for you when you get home. Text me later.

A giant smile found itself planted on your face. We? What could it be?

You: Oh do you now? Intriguing. See you soon ;)

Your mind races at thoughts of what they could be planning. You hop back on the freeway with your GPS pointing toward home, counting down the minutes as the miles pass by.

Pulling into your parents driveway, you turned off your car and sat for a moment, telling yourself that you were going to make the most of this summer that you’d be granted with the boys. How lucky were you that their break from tour was the same as your break from school? You gather your bags from the front seat and make your way into the house calling out for your parents.

“Mom? Dad?” you say.

You hear them rush to the front door to greet you. A wave of guilt passes through you as you realize you probably didn’t call enough this year, let alone come visit them. You vow to spend some alone time with them this summer as you take them both in for a hug.

Your dad unloads your car, making trips to your room to drop everything off. After an hour or so of unloading you have got your room setup for the summer and the other items packed away in the guest room until next semester.

You lay down on your bed and scroll through social media, mindlessly looking at all of the graduating seniors posts and liking them one by one. Your eyes flick to the time, 5:20 and you decide you should shower and get dressed if you’re planning on seeing Jake tonight.

You: I’m home safe and sound :) When should I make my way over?

Jake: Great! 7 on the dot. Bring your appetite.

You: Can’t wait!

After a shower and a blowout you pull a dress from your closet that you wished you had brought back with you in April. It had gotten warm quickly this year and you severely underestimated how often you’d be grabbing for dresses. Pulling the olive green dress over your head you smooth it out and look in the mirror. The plunging neckline accentuates your chest and the tie straps fall perfectly on your shoulders. It was on the shorter side, but you knew Jake would like it. At least you hoped.

You tell your parents that you are heading over to the Kiszka’s and that you’ll probably be back late. A smile flashes across your moms face as she tells you to be careful and have fun. You grab your keys from the hook by the door and make your way to your car. Your first night of fun for the summer. You had been looking forward to it for weeks. You knew tonight would set the tone for the rest of the summer and you couldn’t wait to see what tricks they had up their sleeves.

A few minutes later you pull into their driveway, all of their cars scattered across the front lawn. The grass had grown tall, clearly neglected of being cut since the guys had been gone on tour. You grab your purse from the passenger seat and take a deep breath as you walk to the front door. You knock gently and wait to see who will answer. Seconds later the door is flying open and you are greeted with Josh’s smiling face practically pulling you inside. As you step over the threshold you see everyone gathered around the table smiling at you.

Your eyes flash to Jake first, leaning up against the table with a glass of wine in his hand, a soft smile playing upon his lips. You stifle back your own giddy smile as your eyes travel over to Sam who is deep in conversation with Danny. You can't tell what they are talking about quite yet but you know you will be in on it soon. Next to them is Elle who is smiling at you with dimples in her cheeks. She may be the most excited to see you which makes you giggle. “Welcome home!” she says. Your eyes float down to the table, beautifully laid out as a giant charcuterie board, full of your favorite things.

Sam reaches down to grab a cracker as Elle swats his hand away, “Not yet! Let her go first.” she says giggling as he groans with impatience.

“You guys, this is amazing! You didn’t have to do all of this!” you exclaim.

“We are just glad you’re home.” Josh says walking up behind you. “But, Elle made us wait until you got here to eat and we have been staring at it for 20 minutes, so please for the love of God can you grab a plate!?” he laughs.

You spend the next hour or so milling about the table of dwindling fruits and cheeses. The bottles of wine are being drained at an incredible speed and you are feeling warm and fuzzy quicker than you imagined. Your bladder reminds you of its existence as you slip away from your conversation with Danny and sneak upstairs to the bathroom. In your wine drunk haziness you practically float down the hall, fingers grazing the walls as you spot the bathroom door only a few steps away. Before you can make it there an all too familiar hand grabs yours and pulls you into the bedroom on your left.

Your eyelids are heavy as you force yourself to look up and into Jake’s eyes. “We have to stop meeting like this.” you say playfully.

He brushes the hair off of your shoulder, his fingertips grazing the bare skin on your shoulder. “Someone is a little tipsy, hmm?” he replies.

“Maybe a little bit…Did you miss me?” you ask boldly, unable to stop the words before they came out.

He lowers his head down to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, running the tip of his nose across the skin, breathing you in. “Mmmm…I always do.” he says, before placing a soft kiss on your neck.

You reach your hands up into his hair and stare at him for just a moment before he presses his lips to yours. A kiss that you have been thinking about since that day in your dorm. His lips are soft and pillowy against yours and you find yourself wondering what they would feel like elsewhere. As he pulls away from you, he slides his palm down your cheek, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down with it.

“Thank you for doing all of this for me Jake. I never expected such a… celebration for being done with the school year.” you say.

“We’re just happy to have you back home. Plus, it wasn’t totally my idea. It was actually Elle’s.” he replies with a smirk.

You pull back stunned and riddled with surprise.

Jake scratches the back of his head, nervous that he may have shared too much.

“What? Elle? But- that’s so sweet of her...to think of me…but why?” You suddenly feel shy and a puddle of emotions at the gesture.

“Why don’t you go ask her?” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear, sending you off with a smile.

You make your way back out to the party and make a beeline for Elle, who was carefully placing the remnants of the charcuterie into plastic containers.

“Elle, Jake told me...this was all your idea?” You motioned to the table and everyone gathered.

Elle licked some hummus off of her fingers and shrugged with a smile.

“Yes,” she shyly responded. “I mean I know you were working hard at school and what you went through with Andy, and how he treated you. Sam told me a little bit about how much of a dick he really was to you. And I know the guys went to bat for you. It kinda dawned on me that you’re their family, you always have been…and you don’t deserve that shit. Sam loves you, they all love you, and you and Jake…. I just wanted to do a little something. I hope that you and I can be close like that, too.”

“This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me and I cannot thank you enough. I think that you and I are going to be really great friends. It will also be nice to have someone to talk to that isn't raging with testosterone every now and again.” you laugh. You extend your arms, silently asking if you can hug her. She brings you in tightly as the two of you quickly sway back and forth in your tipsy hazes and fall into a fit of giggles.

You and Elle exchange numbers and make plans to get lunch soon as you help her clean up the rest of the kitchen. Danny comes in through the back door with a huge grin on his face, “Josh got the fire going…” a silent invitation to join them in the backyard.

“Oh of course he did…” Elle laughs.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Jake walking down the stairs with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and you toss him a questioning look. He smirks back at you and you raise your eyebrows in reply.

“You going to join us out back? Josh made a fire.” you ask, leaning across the kitchen island.

“Absolutely, I will be there in a few.” he says, slipping out the front door.

You and Elle pour yourselves drinks, the vodka splashing out of the cups as you drop the ice in. Elle promises to join you in a minute, as she ascended the stairs to change into something a little more appropriate for a fire.

You make your way out into the backyard, walking until you see the glowing orange of the fire. You find an empty chair next to Sam and sit, knowing that this might be your only chance to talk to him tonight.

He turns to look at you, a gentle head nod as a hello.

“Sammy…” you say.

He turns his head slowly to look at you, a look painted across his face that you can’t quite place.

“What’s going on? Why won’t you talk to me?” you ask quietly.

He bites the inside of his lip as he struggles to find an answer. He sits back in his chair and stares into the fire. “Remember that time Tyler asked you to Homecoming? You were so nervous because you liked him… So I told you I’d ask his sister to go with me so we could be together?”

“Yeah…” you say quietly.

“Then at homecoming, he ditched you to go drink in the parking lot, and his sister ended up hanging out with her friends the whole night…” he continued.

“So we stayed inside and danced to all the corny songs the DJ played until everyone was basically gone. Then a slow song came on and the DJ dedicated it to the ‘two best dancers on the floor tonight’...” he says, staring off into space, almost as if he was replaying it all in his head. His voice was low and gravely and barely there, like he was talking to no one but himself and the fire.

“Sam…” you plead.

“The song was ‘Wonderful Tonight’ by Clapton. We slow danced, your arms wrapped around my neck...my heart was pounding the whole time because you really did look…perfect. I tried to show off my best moves and twirl you around. You smiled the entire time, I never wanted the song to end. That is one of my favorite memories. It was just… us, ya know?” he says, reminiscing. “You promised we’d always be here for each other, tell each other everything. But we don't. Not anymore.” he finishes.

You swallow harshly. “I’m here now. I–I’m sorry I never told you Sam. How could I?” reaching out, touching his arm. “I could barely admit it to myself.”

“Yeah I know…I guess… I’m equally as guilty. I never told you how I felt until it was too late.” he trails off, staring back at the fire. “The feelings I had for you have dissipated over time. I have Elle now, and I really do love her, but… I still need you. You’re still my best friend Y/N.”

“I don’t know what to say. Let me prove to you that I’m still here. It’s still me.” you beg.

A crackle from the fire snaps his focus back to you, nodding his head “Just… come around more. We all want that.” he says, standing up and disappearing back into the house.

The conversation with Sam had sobered you, the vodka in your system no match for the feelings rushing through you. As Jake walked up to the fire pit you felt more at ease. He took Sam’s empty chair and looked over at you, reading you like a book.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” he asks.

“I just talked to Sam.” you answer, your eyes cast down to the ground.

“I was afraid of that.” he says, placing his hand on your knee. The humidity in the air and the heat of the fire have your skin feeling sticky. His hand burns into your thigh as it rests there, and he begins to trace small circles with his fingertip.

“He’s had a hard time with all of the changes in our lives recently. He will come around though, don’t spend too much time dwelling on it.” he says.

“He’s my best friend Jake.” you whisper. “I feel like I let him down. In more ways than one.”

“I know it. He just misses you.” he says.

“He wants me to come around more.” you say, eyes flicking up to his.

A smug smile crosses his lips, “I wouldn’t object.”

You smile and shake your head, vowing to yourself that you would make good on your promise of being around as much as possible. You wouldn't let a single second go to waste.

You all sit around the fire sharing stories from the past few months, drinking until the alcohol was gone and the fire was dying. Sam and Elle went to bed a while ago and Josh and Danny were drunk and laughing about something unintelligible. Jake leans over placing his lips close to your ear, “Come with me, I want to show you something.”

You look at him and he has a sly grin on his lips as he stands and heads inside, sending Josh a nod. You follow closely behind him, walking through the backdoor as he holds it open for you. He grabs his car keys off the kitchen counter and motions for you to follow him.

“Are we leaving? Where are we going?” you ask.

“Just trust me.” he says, grabbing your hand and walking you out the front door. He opens his car door for you and you quickly slide in, mind racing at where you could be going. When he climbs into the driver's seat he starts the car and places his hand on your headrest, looking into the rearview mirror as he backs out of the driveway.

The radio hums with a familiar tune, Jake's fingertips tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel. The short drive is made in anxious silence as you pull up to an older house just a few streets away from his parents home. The house is small, and a single yellow porch light illuminates the front door.

“Where are we?” you ask, turning to face him.

“My house.” he smiles. “Well… me and Josh. We are renting it.”

“What! Really? Why didn’t you tell me!?” you say excitedly.

“Well…I wanted to show you instead.” he says nervously.

“Show me!” you say, throwing your car door open and walking up to the front door.

Jake meets you at the door with a giggle, a bottle of wine tucked under his arm. He fumbles with his keys, finding the shiny new one and placing it into the old lock. Jake pushes the door open, grabbing your hand to pull you inside. It's dark, the windows covered by blinds and curtains left by the previous tenant. Jake takes a few steps into the darkness before the room is suddenly lit by the floor lamp next to the couch.

“My mom let us take some of the old furniture from the storage unit so that we didn’t have to live like total barbarians.” he laughs. You recognize the old couch, the one that sat in the garage all those years ago. You smile to yourself as you make the realization.

“Before I give you the grand tour, how about a toast?” he asks, holding up the bottle of red wine.

“Can you toast with wine?” you laugh.

He holds it out in front of him with a puzzled look, “I don’t know… can you?” he asks.

“I think we’re gonna…” you giggle.

He smiles and spins around, twisting the cap off the bottle and pouring the wine. He walks back over to you, two coffee mugs in either of his hands. “We don’t have glasses yet…” he says nervously.

You accept the mug, emblazoned with your high school's logo on the front and smile up at him, “What are we toasting to?”

He sits down next to you, “Hmmm… how about, time. Time and it’s silly little games.” he says.

“To time.” you say, gently tipping your mug to his. You both sip the red liquid, letting it burn your throats on the way down. You feel like hours have passed as you drain your mugs, and the rest of the bottle, talking and laughing on that old couch. Your head is fuzzy and your inhibitions lowered as you feel that magnetic pull towards Jake that you know all too well.

JAKE POV

“Are you going to give me that tour?” she asks.

You smirk as your eyes travel up her body, “Yeah, come on.” you say, lacing your fingers with hers and pulling her up from the couch. Your grip on her hand is tight as you walk her around the small house, pointing out the bathroom, the kitchen, and Josh’s room. The final room on the tour is your own, and you swallow nervously as you open the door.

It’s quaint, the walls a deep shade of navy, remnants of the previous renter. Your bed sits in the middle of the room, with one night stand and a dresser. Your guitar stands line the wall across from the bed, and your desk sits in the corner of the room. The walls are barren still, but you know it will only be a matter of time before they are filled and you hope she will want to help.

You find yourself feeling giggly from the bottle of wine as you show her all the things you found as you moved out of your parents house. Mementos from the past, you called them. Pictures, trinkets, anything you saw that you thought might interest her. The wine has stained her lips a dark purple and you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of the faint lines on her otherwise perfectly pink lips. Her cheeks are rosy, and full as she smiles, causing your own smile to form in response. As she sits on the edge of your bed you peel your eyes away from her and return back to the box of various items.

“Jake?” she asks.

Your head snaps in her direction, “Mmhm”, you hum.

“Will you play me that song you played that one time?” she asks.

“Which one?” you say, brow furrowed. Although you know the exact one she’s talking about. The one from the night in your room. You just want to hear her say it.

“The one you played as I was falling asleep in your bed.” she says softly.

“Well, it depends, are you going to fall asleep again?” you say playfully.

“I don’t think so, not this time.” she smiles, as she lays back on your bed, her legs dangling off the edge causing her dress to creep higher on her thighs.

You stand up, placing the box back on your desk and grabbing one of the guitars. You sit back down in your chair and strum the strings as you lift your head up to watch her.

“So you want to hear that song again, hmm?” you say, playing the opening notes. “It has a name now, you know.”

She sits up on her forearms to look at you, the dim light from the desk lamp causing her skin to glow. The vision of her laying on your bed causes your cock to twitch endlessly beneath the guitar.

“Oh yeah? What’s it called?” she asks.

You shake your head with a smile, it’s finally time. “I can’t tell you...because it’s going to be on the album.” you say.

“Album?!” she says springing up from the bed. “Jake… did you…” she starts.

“We got signed for a full length.” you say, bashfully, but still beaming with pride.

She jumps up from the bed and launches herself against you, giving you just enough time to place the guitar back on the stand. You wrap your arms around her as she hugs you. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” she asks.

“I wanted to wait and do it in person. That’s what I wanted to toast, but I didn’t want to spoil it.” you say with a soft laugh.

“Jake, I’m so proud of you. You guys are going to be famous! Rockstars! I knew it!” she says, pulling away from you. You cup the back of her neck with your hands as you both pull on each other for support. Her face drops slightly, as her eyes flick to yours, “You won’t forget me right?”

You feel a pang shoot through your chest at the thought. “Never.” you say, and you mean it. Her hands slide under the hem of your shirt, soft as velvet as they travel along your stomach.

Her eyes flick up to meet yours, “Promise?” she whispers.

“I promise.” you say before pressing your lips to hers. You can taste the wine on her lips as you suck her bottom lip into your mouth. She groans as your teeth drag over the plump flesh. Her fingertips dig into your back pulling you closer to her and you know she can feel you beneath your jeans.

Her tongue swipes across your lips before sliding in to meet yours. You have craved this. Craved her, since that day in her dorm room. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of your shirt before sliding it off of your arms. You walk her backwards to the edge of your bed, letting her fall back as you hover over her. She looks like an angel splayed beneath you, her lips pink and swollen, and her chest moving rapidly to catch her breath.

You have imagined this scenario a thousand times but now that it's here, your brain is clouded and filled with the noises escaping her lips. Her eyes open and they are darker than usual as they meet yours.

“Jake…” she breathes out.

“Yes…” you reply.

“Touch me.” she begs.

A smile pulls across your lips before you press your lips back to hers, this time the kiss is more needy. You know what she wants, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want it too.

Your lips leave her mouth and make their way to her jaw, placing soft kisses on the soft spot behind her ear, moving down her neck and stopping at her collar bone. You grab her and move her to where she is resting across the bed normally, her head laying on your pillow. You climb onto the bed and position yourself over her legs. Your fingers grab one of the thin green strings tied at her shoulder and begin to gently pull, looking to her for confirmation that it's okay to continue.

As she nods her head you pull the string until the bow unravels. You repeat the same thing on the other side, and you watch her chest begin to move more rapidly. You lean over and place a kiss on her shoulder. Part of her you’ve always been fond of.

You look into her eyes as you begin to pull the fabric down her body, revealing more of her skin than you have ever seen.

She had forgone a bra, leaving her chest completely exposed to you. As you looked down to her, all the words in the world were lost on you. You’d seen statues in museums this beautiful, and in this moment you thought surely it was her they were modeled after.

You let your knuckles glide gently over her nipples, watching them harden beneath your touch, her back arching at the contact. You knew she had waited for this just as long as you had. You leaned over her to take her nipple into your mouth when you saw something out of the corner of your eye.

Sliding your hand away from the area your breath catches in your throat as you stare at it. There just below her right breast, sat sweetly and faintly on her ribcage was a tiny barely there tattoo. You rubbed your fingers over the ink, committing the feeling of the slightly raised skin to memory. Etched into her skin forever sat the image of the little dipper. Does she know what it means to you? Does she remember?

The lump in your throat grew unbearable as your eyes flicked to hers. “When did you get this?” you say, voice thick with emotion that you are doing a bad job of concealing.

Her face flushes red, at your discovery. “A few months ago. A few of us got them for our birthdays.” she replies shyly.

“Why this?” you ask, your fingertips running small circles over the design.

“It’s stupid… I– I don’t know… I just always liked it.” she stammers, but you know she is lying.

You press a kiss to her stomach causing her to arch herself into your hands with a soft groan.

“Tell me the truth this time. Tell me what it means to you.” you press, desperate to hear her answer. Hoping it’s what you want to hear.

She throws her arms over her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Do you… do you remember the Fourth of July a few summers ago…”

“On the back porch.” you answer.

“Yeah, and you pointed ou–” she starts. “The little dipper…” you finish.

“Yeah.” she whispers. “It just… reminds me of that. Honestly I never thought you’d see it. I hoped maybe you would one day… but…”

You push yourself up from the bed, pulling the rest of her dress down her legs and tossing it to the side. You make your way over to the desk, rapidly gathering your notebooks at least ten of them, flipping through the pages until you find what you are looking for, tossing them to her on the bed. Finally, walking over to your very first acoustic, battered and worn, you grab it by the neck and spin it around in your fist to lay it next to her.

“Look. Look at this.” you say, pointing to the countless notebook pages with little dippers scrawled across the lines. Hundreds of them over the years. Her eyes look to yours, as she realizes. You grab her hand as you drag her fingers over the tiny set of dots etched into the back of the guitar. Your constant reminder, forever etched into the lacquered wood.

“Jake…” her eyes well with tears. “I didn’t know you remembered... I didn’t know it meant the same thing to you.”

“Of course I remember.” you say, pulling your phone from your pocket, a look of confusion crossing her face as you find her contact. You hand her the phone, and let her see for herself.

“LD” she says, confused.

“That’s you. You’ve always been Little Dipper.” you say taking the phone back from her, throwing it onto your desk. You quickly place the guitar back on the stand before returning to her. You climb back over her and press a kiss to the tattoo, causing her to throw her head back with a sigh.

“Jake, please. I… need you.” she whines.

You kiss down her stomach until you reach the top of her panties. You take your time as you savor each kiss to her soft skin, knowing you’ll only get to do this for the first time, once. You hook your fingers into the band of her panties and gently tug on the blue fabric. Your heart is racing being in this position. A place you have dreamt of frequently. As the fabric slides down her legs you reposition yourself, kissing the inside of her thighs.

“Jake I–” she says, you notice the concern in her voice.

“I’m sorry. Do you want me to stop?” you ask, praying she says no.

“Well… no, I just have never…” she stops, tilting her head, almost ashamed.

You slide your hands up her thighs, “No one has ever…gone down on you? Ever?” you ask, shocked.

“There was only ever Andy…” she says bashfully. “He… said he didn’t like that.”

“Huh…” you reply. “I only want to do what you are comfortable with. There is no rush. None. Fuck, just getting to look at you is more than I ever dreamed.” you say.

“No… I want you to. I have only ever wanted you.” she says.

You nod, and kiss her knee. You place your free hand on her stomach, hoping that your touch will calm her nerves. Her hand grabs for yours and you feel a flame grow through your chest.

“I just want you to make you happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” you say, pressing a kiss to her center. She jerks her pelvis forward at the contact. You drag a single digit slowly through the wetness that has accumulated at her core, memorizing the way she feels, and how it is better than anything you could have ever dreamed up. Your fingertip glides in smooth circles over her clit. You watch her chest rise and fall rapidly in rhythm with your finger.

“You’re so beautiful.” you say, your tongue dragging upwards through her folds. The taste of her, sweeter than any sugar you could imagine. Your eyes practically roll back in your head as you repeat the motion, her moan swirling into your ears. Your own heart beats faster as your mouth closes over her core. Having her, like this, is the sweetest sin.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You are so sweet.” you praise.

Your tongue moves in pointed circles around her clit and you can feel the tightening in her stomach. Your finger reaches for her center, and presses inward, her velvety soft walls clenching around it. Your dick grows impossibly hard in your boxers as you imagine it's you inside of her, not your finger. You add a second finger as you slide back into her. Her moans growing louder as she gets closer to her release. A wave of wetness sweeps her center as her orgasm inches closer. You curl your fingers inside of her, pressing into that sweet spot inside of her, beckoning to her to let go.

“Jake… Jake I…” she says, fingernails digging into your hand. She’s close.

“I know, sugar. Let go. Let me make you feel good.” You pull your fingers out of her, and let your fingers strum quickly across her clit as your tongue works her core, lapping at every delicious drop she has to offer. Her hips buck upward into your mouth as she reaches the precipice of her release, toppling over the edge as she calls your name into the air.

She clenches fiercely as she rides out the wave of her pleasure, and you watch in awe as her face softens and a glow radiates from her body.

You place a few soft kisses to the insides of her legs before crawling up to join her at the head of the bed.

Her lips find yours instantly. Her hands weave into your hair, pulling at your scalp as she kisses you as hard as she can. When she pulls away, she looks into your eyes waiting for you to say something. But you don’t. You don’t have words. This woman means everything to you, and you know right then that you want to spend every single day showing her.

“You are… everything.” is all you can manage.

There is a beat of silence between you as you just look at each other. “You’re… really good… at that.” she says nervously. “Have you done that… a lot?” she asks.

Ahh… she wants to know your history, now that she's revealed hers.

“No, I haven’t. There was a few… before I met you. Then…no one even came close to you. All I wanted was you. I couldn’t even fathom being with someone that wasn’t you.” you answer.

She snuggled down onto your chest, and let her fingers trace circles over your abdomen.

“When I found out you were with Andy I was mad. I felt…I felt like I had waited for you all this time. I was going to kiss you at the New Years party. I saw him kiss you and it felt like it was all for nothing. Then watching him treat you like he did… I wanted to kill him. You deserve everything. Anything you want. He was giving you nothing, in fact he was taking from you. Breaking you down, piece by piece. I just knew that one day when you were mine, I would give you everything. No questions asked. Now we are here. So just tell me what you want and it’s yours.” you say, raking your fingers through her hair.

“I just want you Jake. That’s all.” she says, the words spilling out across your skin like a blaze of fire.

“Then you have me.” you reply, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

—

HER POV

You were admittedly nervous to meet Elle for lunch, knowing very little about her. You felt drawn to her though. She was light and exciting, you wanted to know her. When she texted you and asked to meet up a few days after the party you immediately said yes. Now that you were here you were nervous, hoping that she would like you.

You stepped into the tiny cafe on Main Street and waited at a table for her arrival. You had a feeling she may be late, especially if she was any type of appendage to Sam. About a quarter after 1 she arrived, flustered and apologetic at her late appearance.

“I am SO sorry, I would say that I am usually never late but that would be a lie. Time just… slips away quicker than I think.” she laughs.

“It’s no worry at all…did you forget who my friends are?” you laugh.

“You have a point.” she replies, taking her seat across from you.

You spend the next hour laughing and talking about any and every embarrassing story you had about Sam and the guys. She asks about your friendship with him, and even asks about you and Jake, something that she clearly picked up on. You aren’t really sure what to tell her, other than the truth. You hope that maybe if you lay it all out there, you can confide in her about it later. As you go to change the subject, both of your phones buzz on the table. It’s a group text from Josh.

Josh: We have a gig tomorrow at a grad party. Can you guys come?

Elle: I’ll be there!

You: Count me in!

You and Elle leave the restaurant and hit up some of the shops along the strip to look for outfits for tomorrow. The air is filled with laughter as you try on countless dresses, both finally settling on the perfect one. You find yourself feeling happy that you have a girlfriend to spend time with this summer. Elle is amazing and you can tell why Sam fell for her so quickly. If you could just make things right with Sam, you’re pretty sure this was going to be your best summer yet.

—

You parked your car in the gravel parking lot of the bar. It was filling up quickly and the sun was setting behind the building as you stepped out of the car. As you made your way to the door, you presented your ID, granting you two black X’s on the tops of your hands. The bar was full of people, all there to celebrate graduation from a local community college. It was all people you were familiar with, being a few grades above you in highschool. They were Jake and Josh’s friends, which is likely how they got roped into playing this party.

You make your way to the small stage, and see Elle and Sam talking at one of the high top tables as Jake and Josh taped cords to the floor. As you approach Elle, she squeals and pulls you into a hug.

“Hi!! I’m so glad you’re here! We are gonna have so much fun!” she says.

You nod your head excitedly as you look at Sam who tosses you a soft smile. You can tell that he is happy that you and Elle are getting along so well.

“So Mr. Rockstar, how does it feel to be playing in your hometown dive bar again?” you ask with a smug grin.

“Did he tell you?” he asks excitedly.

“Yes! He did! I am so proud of you.” you say, hugging him, for what feels like the first time in forever.

“Thanks, I’m glad you are around to see it. I’m glad you’re here tonight! You haven’t heard us live in….forever.” he says.

“I know, I can’t wait!” you say.

He nods his head and walks over to the stage to finish helping the other guys set up. Jake jumps down from the ledge and makes his way over to you once he sees you have arrived.

His hands snake around your waist as he walks up behind you. He places a soft kiss on your neck and whispers a barely audible hello into your ear. You spin around to face him and place your hands on his chest. “You ready?” you ask.

“I am now.” he replies. His denim shirt is left barely buttoned as it hangs open against his tan chest. His dark jeans are cuffed at the bottom, and his favorite boots, scuffed and stained to hell and back provide the finish to his signature stage look. His hair hangs past his shoulders, growing longer by the day. You brush it away from his face as you tilt your head to the side just admiring him.

“I can’t wait to watch you play.” you say.

“Well listen close, you might hear something you recognize.” he says with a wink, before walking back to the stage.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you watch him climb back up on the stage. He takes his place on the far left and slings his guitar strap over his head. He situates his guitar where he wants it, and his eyes flick to you. He tries to conceal the soft smile on his face but you can still see it, no matter how hard he tries.

Josh comes over the microphone introducing themselves to the crowd that has begun to form in front of the stage. You and Elle stay to the side, standing at a cocktail table right where the guys left you.

Once the show started the crowd was extremely energetic. People were even singing along to some of the songs. You and Elle smiled at each other whenever Jake would go off on one of his guitar solos, trying to impress you, no doubt. You could have stayed in this moment forever, watching Jake do what he loved.

JAKE POV

As Danny counts in for the next song, you quickly throw back the rest of your drink, letting the alcohol burn through your chest. You find that at shows it's easier to drink it straight to get the job done quickly. Your fingers move rapidly across the frets as you play the intro of the song. All eyes are on you until Josh opens his mouth. As you look out to the crowd your eyes scan for her, settling once they find her standing at the table with Elle.

She hadn’t seen you play. Not like this. Not in a really long time. You had gotten significantly better since the last time, and you hoped she saw it. After all, you just wanted to impress her. You place your pick in your mouth as you strum across the strings, your eyes never leaving hers. You watch her sip her drink as she watches you, smirking in that way that makes you weak at the knees, only spurring you on further. Looking back into the crowd you see tons of familiar faces. Some of the very people who told you your band would never make it, here watching you. Funny how things turn out.

Finishing up the song you see the door open at the back of the bar and a few people walk in. You don’t pay much mind to it until you recognize his face. What the fuck is he doing here? You flick your eyes over to her. She doesn’t know. Your eyes flash back to him as he stares at his phone, scanning the room, spotting her and shoving his phone into his pocket. You can tell he’s been drinking again the way his steps between the crowd are teetered and uneven. Of course.

You watch as he weaves through the crowd towards her and Elle, not bothering to have any regard for anyone he bumps into on the way. You feel your heart rate begin to quicken as the feeling of adrenaline begins to course its way through your system. You snap your head towards Sam to try and get his attention, but he already sees. He looks over to you, a state of panic across his face. Thankfully these songs come as muscle memory to all of you, never faltering even in times like this.

You can hear your heart beating in your ears as your breathing picks up. As Andy steps up to the table you see her face turn white. She was not expecting this.

He stands in front of her, blocking your view of her face, but you know she is looking for you. You look over to Josh, and gently tip your head in her direction, causing him to follow your gaze. His head snaps back to you and a silent conversation is had. You glance back toward Danny and his eyes are wide as he looks between the three of you with panic written on his face.

Josh starts the next song, knowing that you and Sam are fully distracted at this point. Rightfully so. You look back to her, heart pounding in your chest. Andy has stepped sideways, and you can just tell from his body language that something isn’t right. You can see her face now. She is saying something, something he doesn’t like. He goes to grab her arm and pull her out of the bar, but she swipes her hand back with a defensive stance. You watch as she steps back closer to the wall, pointing at the door, in what you gather is her telling him to leave. He makes himself bigger as he steps closer to her, and you know it's only a matter of time before he makes his move.

The music is loud and you know that no one can hear you in the crowd. You look over to Josh who is intently watching the situation unfold on the side of the stage. When he looks over to you, you mouth, ‘I’ll pull the plug’ and he nods that he understands, quickly coming up with an excuse if needed.

Andy quickly walks away from the table and over to the bar, and you watch as he takes some sort of shot. He slams the glass down on the bar top and turns around, heading back over to the girls. What the fuck is this asshole doing? You glance to her again, raising your eyebrows and silently asking her to say the word and you’d be right there. Her eyes are blank but anxious. This time when he approaches them you can see her fully. She is yelling, telling him to leave. You have never seen her this mad before. Her face is red, and you can tell she is nervous. Elle, stands next to her stunned.

Andy reaches for her shoulder and she shrugs him off again making eye contact with you, a silent plea for help. You read her lips “Don’t fucking touch me, Andy!”

You nod at her, and turn to Sam who is ready to jump down as soon as you give him the look, being the closest to the three of them.

As you look back to her you watch as Andy pushes her shoulder, sending her reeling back into the table with some sort of expletive. Elle jumps in front of her to defend her only to also be met by Andy’s wrath, sending her flying backwards, hitting her head on the brick wall behind her as she slides to the floor to get away from him. Stepping in to defend Elle, you watch her panic as Andy reaches for her arm once more. With all of the fire she has left in her, she slaps him across the face, causing him to shove her into the table as hard as he can, sending all the glassware tumbling to the floor, shattering as she falls backwards onto it from the force of his push. By now a few people had gathered around to try and stop Andy, but they were no match for him.

At that moment all sense of time and place is gone as you yank the cord from your guitar and practically throw it behind you into the drum kit. Time began to fast forward as your tunnel vision took hold of you. Sam jumps down from the stage instantly rushing to them as you sprint across the stage after him. The crowd disperses away from the commotion giving you enough space to run up on an unexpecting Andy. Grabbing your brass slide from your back pocket, you clench it in your fist, knowing that what you’re about to do would cost you more than you bargained for, but for her you would gladly pay that price.

Chapter 5

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