#and b) I woke up to a text message about how she is going to look into trans stuff to understand better

[eat-limes-bitches]

Be Brave

PAIRING: Female Reader x  Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: On a cold lonely night, Bucky finds something he never expected to.

SONG Be Brave by Owl City

WARNINGS: Angst, (Bucky's self loathing, anxiety, mention of nightmares, hinting to PTSD) Hints of fluff (Alpine is the best)

Word Count: 942

A/N: Hi! I wrote this with a second and third part in mind but I wanted your opinions first! Should I leave it like this or do you want to see where this relationship goes?

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

Bucky woke up from sleeping on the floor like a vagrant with a start, frantically looking around the room. Taking a few deep breaths he went through the mantra his therapist told him to use when he was discombobulated. 

I am James Bucky Barnes, I’m in my apartment, the year is 2024, and I have a white cat named Alpine

Repeating his little phrase under his breath, he found himself starting to calm down a little bit. Looking at the clock, he was a little disappointed to see that it was only midnight, meaning he only slept for three-ish hours. He sat on the floor for just a little while longer before pulling himself up, throwing on some clothes, grabbing his keys, and leaving his warm apartment out into the chilly New York night. He wandered down the street, feeling a little lonely. Steve was gone, Sam was visiting his family in Louisiana, and, well, he didn’t have anyone else. He kept walking until he found himself at the movie theater. Deciding he didn’t have anything better to do, he bought a ticket for the only show playing and found his seat.  

Out of habit, he glanced around noticing a few people and the glowing exit sign but what caught his attention was a woman, sitting in the same row as him. The light of the silver screen lit up her features causing his heart to flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Knowing she was there, he found it hard to focus on the movie, sneaking glances at her every few seconds until he was eventually caught. Their eyes locked and Bucky blushed as his eyes widened. He was worried she was gonna call him a creep, or leave but instead she just smiled at him and offered a small wave.  Getting over his initial shock, Bucky returned the wave and watched as the woman returned to the film.

 Bucky stayed in his seat as the credits began to roll, glancing over to see the woman grabbing her coat and bag indicating that she was getting ready to leave, much to Bucky’s dismay. He sat there bitterly, wishing that he had the courage to go and ask her name, but that Bucky was long gone. He was so stuck in his head that he didn’t notice her walk by his seat. He did, however, notice the brush of her fingers against his gloved hands. He snapped his head up to look at her but she was already exiting the theater so he looked down at his hands and a little gasp left his mouth at what he saw, a little paper crane sat perfectly in his hands with a phone number and two words BE BRAVE. 

With a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed, he placed the paper bird in his pocket, walked out of the theater, and began his trek home. His thumb and finger brushed over the paper in his pocket as he thought about the girl. Do I text her? Do I call her? How do people do this nowadays? Maybe I should text Sam? No, He’d just laugh at me. By the time he reached his apartment, he decided that he would text her. He entered the apartment and pulled out his phone along with the little bird. After he pulled up the messaging app, he punched in the number and sent a simple message that honestly took him too long to come up with.

B: Hi, I got your note. Would you maybe want to get some coffee? I know a little place near the theater we could go to. My name is Bucky by the way.

He pressed send and when the little delivered message popped up he immediately descended into a panic. He put his phone on the kitchen counter and began frantically pacing around. Alpine, hearing the rapid footsteps, appeared in the kitchen and observed Bucky for a moment. Eventually, she hopped down from the counter and stood in the middle of his walking path, letting out a little meow to further capture his attention. Bucky paused and with a sigh, scooped up Alpine into his arms.

“Alpine, what am I doin’?” I know I didn’t do this right.”

He huffed, running his fingers through her snowy white fur. Alpine just blinked and tilted her head, as if she was asking him to continue. Bucky sank to the floor, pressing his back up against the cabinets, continuing to absent mindedly rub Alpines chin. 

“She probably thinks I’m a creep, o-or she knows who I am and just wanted to tell me what a monster I am. Maybe it’s not too late to delete that message..” 

Placing Alpine on the ground, Bucky stood to retrieve his phone and his heart stopped when he saw there was a message.

Y: Hi Bucky! My name is Y/n! I would love to get a coffee! Would tomorrow at 9 be ok? What’s the name of the shop?

Bucky started at the phone unblinking. He looked to Alpine, back to his phone, then Alpine again. He remembered the words on the little paper bird before taking a breath and responding.

B: Yeah, 9 is great! The shop is called Joe’s. 

Bucky watched as the sent message changed to read and then the three little dots dancing in the bottom left corner before her response appeared on his screen.

Y: Awesome! I will See you at 9 at Joe’s!

Bucky placed his phone down on the counter and looked down at Alpine who was watching him Curiously. 

“I have a date tomorrow Apl.”

#bucky x you #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky and alpine #alpine the cat #alpine barnes #bucky

[totalswag]

deserve better — RAFE CAMERON

authors note thank you so much for all the love from my last concept. heartbreak is one of the worst things you can go through. remember that you deserve the best.

summary in which reader finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her and she goes to her childhood friends house, Rafe Cameron, and the two express a few things to eachother.

warning heartbreak, cheating, swearing, kissing, crying, and some cuteness in the end

Your boyfriend, Y/B/N, was home visiting for the summer from college. He plays football for North Carolina University.You go visit every now and then when you aren’t busy with school and work; you decided to attend a junior school and work to save enough money for an apartment next fall. 

Ever since Y/B/N got back, you guys have been hanging out. But, he’s been acting weird, distant. He doesn’t let you go on his phone, he usually lets you. Something’s off with him and you can’t seem to put a finger on it. 

You’ve told your two best friends about his weird behavior. They’ve known him just as much as you have. They think he’s talking to another girl and doesn’t want you to find out. You feel the same but deep down you hope that’s not the case.

Y/B/N was in the shower when you woke up. The breeze from the open window felt really nice coming through the room. You started to stretch your body before getting out of bed. Y/B/N phone started buzzing on his night stand, you brushed it off thinking it was one of his friends but it started buzzing non stop. 

Worry filled your stomach. Getting weird feelings like this never ends well. So, you being you, grabbed his phone to see who it could be. 

Your face quickly went from a smile to a frown. A girl named Amelia was blowing up his phone. That weird feeling in your stomach was telling you to unlock the phone.

Wrong password

“Huh?” you whispered to yourself, frowning.

His password is your birthday and has always been that way once you said yes to being his girlfriend.

“What could it be?” you think hard, really hard. 

Then it hit you, his other password option is his jersey number for football. 

Once the phone unlocked, you went to his messages. You know it’s wrong for you to do this but something seems off about this situation.

You click on Amelia's message and your stomach immediately drops. You can’t believe what you are reading as you scroll.

I miss you baby

I can’t wait till you come back and we can be together

I miss the way your hands feel on my body. 

That’s when you lost it. Tears streamed down your face. You felt betrayed and heartbroken. So many emotions running through your body. At this point you want to go home. You grabbed your phone and started putting on your shoes.

Before you leave his bedroom and go home, he walks out to you crying on the edge of the bed. He walks over with worry and concern, kneeling on both knees, asking what’s wrong.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” you scoff, pushing his hands off your knees.

“Don’t baby me. We’re done. Don’t text me or call me ever again” he looks at you confused, “what are you talking about?” he tries grabbing your hand, you back up. 

“Your little girlfriend, Amelia texted you about how much she misses you” you are going off on him and he’s standing there with guilt, “just like that, three years down the drain. I’ve done nothing to you for your dumbass to cheat on me” throwing your hands in the air with frustration.

“I’m sorry, I didn't know what I was doing but it just happened Y/N” you don’t believe a single word he said from that sentence. 

“How long has this been going on?” you point to his phone on the bed. 

“Two months.”

Two months ago was the last time you saw him when you visited him. He started acting weird towards you but you brushed it off. You thought him coming home for the summer, he’d act his usual self. Wrong. 

“Fuck you” you shake your head, grab your belongings and walk out.

The drive to your house was filled with tears. You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Everything you’ve done for him was all for nothing. All those memories went down the drain just like your relationship. 

When you walked into your house, your parents turned their heads smiling but quickly went to worry when they saw the tears streaming from your eyes. They never liked seeing you sad or hurt. You explained to them what just happened; they were upset hearing what your ex did. 

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that princess. You deserve to be treated with respect and love. He is a piece of shit and should be ashamed of himself. He lost one amazing young woman” your dad tells you, hugging you tight, rubbing his hand down your back to keep you calm.

“I love you” you whisper.

Your parents have been there for you no matter what the situation may be. You are happy to have the parents who’ve taught you that it’s okay to show emotion and speak about your feelings. 

You walked upstairs to your shower. You needed to wash the negativity off your body. You felt your phone buzz before you entered the shower; your ex texted you trying to apologize and if you two could work things out.

“Fucker” you mutter under your breath, turning the music up higher.

After your twenty minute shower, you changed into clean clothes, and rubbed lotion to smell good. Music plays from your speaker while you comb your hair. The breeze coming through the open window felt so nice.

You feel the random urge to text one of your closest friends, Rafe. He’s always been there for you when you needed it the most. You have known each other ever since you were in diapers. Your parents worked for the same company and have been friends ever since. 

Turning off the blow dryer, grabbed your phone and went to Rafe’s contact.

hey, what are you doing?

Just got out of the pool, you?

everything okay?

can i come over and explain please? i need to see you.

come right now. the door is unlocked.

You liked the message then finished blow drying your hair. You started smiling to yourself of the thought of seeing Rafe. You’ve always thought Rafe was attractive but could never tell him. 

When you arrived at Cameron's home. You walked through the big home being greeted by Rose walking downstairs with papers in her hand, she smiles when she sees you enter. She’s always been like a second mom to you. 

“Y/N, It’s so good to see you. How have you been?” she says as she leans in for a hug. “I’ve been alright thank you, you?” She can sense something up by the tone in your voice but doesn’t want to bring it up. “Busy with work stuff” she smiles.

“Rafe’s up in his room right now if you were wondering” she smiles, you thank her in response.

As you were making your way to Rafe’s room, you could hear the sound of Wheezie’s tv from her room and Sarah on the phone talking to John B. 

You knock on Rafe’s door before entering.

“Come in.”

He’s fresh out of the shower. Hair wet, towel hanging from his hips with his v-line visible. You cover your eyes telling him to put a shirt on. 

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen me shirtless dork, c'mere” rolling his eyes, grabbing your shoulders, hugging you. 

You start crying when you are in his arms. He notices and worry fills his brain. He doesn’t like seeing you like this. He pulls your back gently, lifting your chin up with his pointer finger, looking in your eyes, scanning. 

“He cheated,” you say between sobs.

His face fell down with anger. He never liked your ex and your ex never liked Rafe. Rafe always told you something was off with him and got weird vibes from him, you shrugged it off at the time.

“Let me change then you can explain, yeah?” he walks you to his bed, patting your thigh as he walks to his bathroom. It was obvious he was upset by the way he’s breathing and body language is.  

When he comes back, you explain the situation. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. 

“Are you fucking serious? I’m gonna kill his ass” he said with annoyance. He runs his hands through his hair. you place your hand on his chest, “please Rafe don’t. He isn’t worth it anymore” he looks at you as if you were crazy. 

“Y/N he fucking broke your heart. You deserve so much better than that douche. He lost a beautiful and wonderful girl that he’ll never find, ever” he emphasizes, he stares at you, waiting for your response. 

He thinks I'm beautiful?

“You think I’m beautiful?” you quietly ask, slowly turning your head to the left, making eye contact with him.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful Y/N” he replies, holding eye contact, waiting for your answer.

You can’t believe you are about to say this.

“I’ve always had some type of feelings towards you Rafe” you quietly speak.

“Same.”

He slowly leans towards you, bringing his right hand to your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek, you close your eyes at the feeling.

“Can I?” he whispers softly.

Faces are inches closer to each other. Your lips collide passionately. You never thought you’d be in this position right now kissing one of your closest friends. The feeling of his lips against yours felt magical, a feeling you cannot describe.

“I would like to be more than friends with you Y/N.”

“Me too.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x female reader #drew starkey x reader #rafe fanfiction #drew starkey x y/n #obx fic #obx x reader

[visionofvoid]

Messy Bed Sheets - PG10 Part Two

first and foremost, thank you all so much for the reblogs and likes. i am so so happy that you enjoyed the first part and even asked for a second part. please let me know what else you would like to see xoxo

Summary: “i made a mistake.”

Warnings: saddish yuki, a crash, sad oc and sad pierre

Pairings: pierre gasly x oc

Word count: 1354

PART ONE PART THREE

Serena was accustomed to waking up alone, well, with her dog. She was used to the feeling of being able to stretch out in her bed, take an extra five minutes to ‘rest her eyes’ before she had to get motivated for the rest of her day whether it was for work or for a day on campus. However, she was used to this feeling only when she was waking up in her own bed back in her family home just outside of Oxford in England. As far as her parents knew she was being sponsored to travel for important lectures and talks for her degree. 

She was accustomed to waking up alone, except when it was in a hotel room. She knew she shouldn’t have but she loved waking up with Pierre’s arms wrapped around her chubby stomach that she was once insecure about but grew to embrace and love because of him. She knew she shouldn’t get used to it, that it would only end in her being hurt. 

So, when she woke up the following morning and didn’t stay in bed for an extra five minutes like she usually would. No, instead she was up before her first initial alarm, already in the shower, her bags already packed. She needed to put as much distance between herself and Pierre as possible. She needed to get back home, get back into her studies and forget about him. 

How foolish she was to think that he could ever want someone like her for something other than sex. She didn’t care about fast sports cars, about expensive dinners that cost more than a single unit in her degree.

Pierre looked to the door that joined the two hotel rooms and fought with every inch of his being to knock on it. He ended it, he made the call. He couldn’t go back against his word, especially when she clearly didn’t feel the same. He didn’t sleep well at all that night; tossing and turning between the sheets, her perfume mixed in with the sweet smell of her natural scent reminding him that she was not there, not in his arms snoring away like she usually did. 

He listened as she moved around in the room next door, knowing she left when the heavy front door sounded out through the two rooms. He should do some big, grand romantic gesture like run after her, try and convince her that he can separate his feelings and continue their arrangement even if it mean he still had her in his life but instead he sat on the edge of his bed, time ticking by before his team messaged him to meet in the lobby. 

The day passed fairly slowly for the driver and the student. Pierre was stuck going between interviews, filming things for social media and signing different items before being rushed to his green room where the race would start in just a few more hours. He distanced himself from his teammate, Yuki, and from other staffers, only being present when necessary. Everyone was aware of the sudden changed behaviour but said nothing of it, Yuki even left some of his favourite snacks out for Pierre in the hopes to cheer him up. 

Serena, on the other hand, had spent two extra hours at her gate waiting for her delayed plane and then two hours in the air before a further hour and a half to get through security. She was exhausted, mentally and physically and mostly because of the previous night. Her mother, who had generously picked her up from the airport, figured it was from all the ‘lectures’ she was attending. There were multiple occasions where Serena had grabbed her phone wishing to message Pierre the obligatory ‘at the airport’ or ‘just landed’ text messages but she refrained, both because of last night and because she knew he would be busy during the race day. She didn’t want to mess with his mojo. 

She ignored the race that was on, her brothers and father watching on the TV in the living room. She would usually sit and watch with them but the thought of seeing Pierre would only just add salt to the wound. 

Pierre had her stuck on his mind all throughout the lead up to the race. Well, to be honest there wasn’t a moment where Serena wasn’t on his mind. It could be the thought of her just saying thank you to a waiter when he took her out for dinner, complimenting an old woman on her earrings or how she was just someone he had never encountered before. She was a refreshing breath of air, a reminder of sweet normalcy, and he ruined it. 

Serena sighed as she settled into the couch beside her father. She was certain they would know something was up if she didn’t join them in watching the race. Though she didn’t really care for the whole world of motorsports, she was interested in Formula One especially since the arrangement with Pierre. 

It happened in a split second. One moment the AlphaTauri car was heading down the straight effortlessly and then just like that it rounded the corner and headed right into a wall. The nose of the car was totaled, the commentators yelling at the sudden crash and a safety car and red flag being issued moments later. Serena and her family watched in horror as the car burst into the flames, anxiously waiting for the driver to get out. Serena’s eyes flicked to the side of the screen, trying to figure out which driver it was, hoping it wasn-

“Pierre!”

What appears as mere seconds on the screen and for spectators feels like hours when you're in the car. You have to have your eyes peeled, listen to all comments from your mechanics, team principal and everyone behind the scenes. It happened in slow motion; first, as weirdly as it sounds, he knew he was going fast, he was working to get P4 but then the unthinkable happened. One slight misjudgement and he was no longer in control. He couldn’t figure out where he went wrong but one second he was gliding behind Alonso and the next he was heading straight for a wall. He thought of everything in the past twenty-four hours; all the interviews where he replied with short answers, answered grumpily at girlfriend speculations, didn’t laugh at Yuki trying to cheer him up, Serena. Serena fucking Riperton. 

He braced himself for impact, clenching his teeth when the nose of the car finally collided with the wall. The force pushed him against all protective restraints of the car, his head jerking forward. And then he felt heat, an immense amount of heat that seemed to bring him back to his sensors. 

It seemed as if everyone let out a deep sigh of relief when they watched Pierre’s slender build emerge from the wreckage whether it was through a television, online streaming service or live at the track. Formula One was no stranger to its crashes but this was like no other ever since the introduction of the halo. Everyone obviously thought of the worst when they saw it happen, but they were all relieved to see that Pierre left the scene unscathed. 

They had to clean up the track before they could continue with the race. For obvious reasons Pierre was no longer in the race but was having his injuries assessed back in the green room. Serena was tuning her family out as she watched the reply of the crash on the TV, the voices of the commentators all merging into one buzzing sound. She felt as if the voices were mumbling her name but then she felt her arm being pushed, like someone was trying to grab her attention. 

“Hm, what?” 

“Your phone, it's buzzing. Must be important.” Serena raised an eyebrow, taking the vibrating device and then getting up to head to her room. She closed her door and slid her finger on the screen, neglecting to look at the caller. 

“Hello, Serena speaking.”

“I made a mistake.”

#formula one smut #formula 1 fanfic #formula one facfic #formula one #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly

[pablotorresgf]

no te contaron mal- Pablo Gavi (english version)

after an argument, pablo let’s his actions speak louder than his words. 

warnings: curse words,cheating, asshole! gavi, gaslighting. no happy ending

#notes: i’m a little rusty with my writing, feedback is appreciated. please like & reblogㅤᵕ̈ (lowercase intended)

you were sat on your couch trying to shut the world around you. you couldn’t stand it anymore, you couldn’t stand not being able to voice your thoughts around your boyfriend without an argument spurring up afterwards. a relationship was supposed to be built up with trust and communication, you always told yourself that but you never knew when it disappeared in your relationship.

after a while you opened your eyes and let out a sigh. your eyes adjusted to the light, looking around you were trying to locate your phone. feeling somewhat calmed down you unlocked your phone and opened the messages app, you clicked on the pinned conversation and a photo of Pablo and you for your year anniversary adorned the contact information. you sent him two text; one asking where he was, the other reminding him to be careful, no matter how mad you were at him you could never wish for him to be in danger. swiping out the conversation you opened up your best friends messages, your eyes skimmed the last texts you had sent her, paragraphs of you telling her about the argument Pablo and you had. averting your eyes to the bottom of your texts you saw that she read them but never answered. weird

the digital clock on the coffee table read 2:56 am and you decided to get yourself ready for bed. heading upstairs you entered the bathroom and focused on getting the mascara clumps from under your eyes off your face and brushing your teeth. leaving the bathroom you made the bed and decided to try to go to sleep now knowing if you’ll be able to while Pablo wasn’t home.

the next morning you woke up and patted down the spot next to you. empty. you opened your eyes while trying to adjust to the light around your room, you sat up and reached for your phone on the nightstand. your notification bar showing you a bunch of notifications some from your friends, others from your siblings, a handful from twitter, and from your best friend. opening your siblings text first you saw all of them sending you pitiful texts and a lot of links to post, and articles. clicking on the links pictures of your best friend leaving a house party in a disheveled state hand in hand with your Pablo. you were in disbelief and denial, there had to be a reasonable explanation on why your best friend and your boyfriend were leaving a house party hand and hand and looking like that, but as you opened your best friends messages, you knew all the allegations and rumors were true. rows and rows of sorrys, and he said you guys weren’t together were displayed on your screen. you scoffed and left her on read, she wasn’t worth a reply from you not now and especially fucking never.

hearing a door closing you head shot up, hearing footsteps approaching your room and the door opening you were face to face with your cheater of a boyfriend.

“you better have a good ass explanation for this Pablo, or god hopes i don’t fucking knock some fucking sense into you, you prick.” you yelled out exasperated.

“i’m pretty sure y/b/n already texted you what happened, and you saw all those articles, there’s nothing for me to explain.” he replied nonchalantly.

“what the fuck Pablo, how can you just stand there so calmly, we’ve been together for over a god damn year and you go throw all away and with my fucking best friend, you’re a coward! how did it even happen, why the fuck did it even happen?” you yelled in need of answers

“i wasn’t thinking right, and she sent me a text telling me that there was a house party and that if i wanted to go and i accepted. i got there and we were just talking and then we kissed, it turned into more than that and she guided me into this room. the urge and curiosity got the best of me i just wanted to see what it was like if me and her… you know.” He was going to continue before you cut him off

“no i don’t fucking know Pablo because never has it crossed my mind to go fuck your best friend, never! did you always think of her like that or what?”

“ no y/n i didn’t but she was all over me and i was drunk out of my mind and she was there and you weren’t. you weren’t there with me so it’s your fault i got drunk, you were the reason i was drinking if you had just not caused the argument none of this would’ve happened! at least i didn’t do it with multiple girls it was just her that’s all. it meant nothing and you know that.” he finished off

“oh! do i really know that? and what do you want me to do to get on my knees and thank you that it was only her? huh! it would’ve hurt less if it was some random fucking girl but no you wanted to sleep with my best friend someone i’ve known for years!” you yelled back while getting off the bed in search of a bag and your necessities. you didn’t even pay to mind Pablo following you around you just wanted to grab your shit and leave.

“what are you doing?” he said while grabbing the bag from your hands. you looked at him like if he was stupid and snatched your bag back. he continued to pester you until you burst.

“you’re fucking delusional if you think i’m staying with a cheater that fucked my best friend!”

“but i still love you.”

that made you laugh. you genuinely laughed in his face and looked at him to see if he was seriously you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he didn’t love you, his actions spoke way louder than his words.

“i’ll rather be dead than love a disgusting person like you.”

#pablo gavi x reader #soccer imagine #fc barcelona #football imagine #spotify #pablo gavi angst

[maybankswife]

Falling for him part 1

JJ Maybank x Fem Kook Reader

slight Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook Reader

Summary-

You and Sarah have been best friends for years, but soon its all about to change.

Warnings-

Swearing, mentions of weed, unedited work

A/N:

Just letting you guys know,

F/L/Y/N stands for the First letter of your name, so when I was talking about the necklaces this is what I meant, I completely forgot to put the meaning of it when I posted earlier!!!

“Workers of the world unite!” JJ yelled out from across the party, his arm up in the air and his hand wrapped around his wrist.

You turned around, your long navy-blue dress flowed freely. Your hair was put up in a y2k styled half up half down, your body was laced with gold jewelry dangling on your flesh. You could see Kiara and Pope running out of midsummers, met with JJ and John B. You watched, and had no idea what was going, you made your way over to your best friend Sarah. You saw her, watching in awe as the Pogues departed from midsummers.

“What’s going on?” you asked her, she lifted an eyebrow at you. confusion painted on her face.

“I don’t know Y/N” she said, she sounding annoyed. You scoffed at her. You knew she had gone to the mainland with John B a few days ago, why was she lying to you about it?

“Stop lying Sarah, you went to Charleston with John B a few days ago” you had to yell over the loud music, and overlining conversations. She grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you to a quieter spot, further away from the hustle of the party.

“Why does it matter?” she asked you, crossing her arms and leaning up against a pillar.

“It doesn’t” you shouted back, “I just want to know what’s going on” you sighed, you hadn’t spoken to Sarah the whole party, and she had been avoiding you and not answering your text messages.

“Do you promise to not get mad?” she questioned you again, you looked at her. Your eyes met hers, she looked anxious to say whatever it was that was about to fall out of her mouth. You nodded and waited for her response.

“I went to the mainland to help John B with something” she cleared her throat “and we may or may not have kissed” her arms dropped to her side, she looked relived that she was able to say that out loud.

“Wait what!?” You replied in shock with what you just heard.

“What about Topper?” you continued, she looked up at you giving you a gentle look.

“I’m going to break up with him, tomorrow” she explained, standing up straight and dusting her dress off.  

“Okay… So are you friends with the pogues now” you lifted an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes at you. Sarah, you, and Kiara used to be best friends, a trio, but she abandoned you guys for the group of boys.

“I don’t know, depends on how things go I guess” she shrugged, you waked towards her and wrapped you arm around the back of her neck and walked together back to the party.

1:47 AM

Your phone started buzzing on your bedside table, it woke you up. You rolled over and unplugged your phone from the charger.

Sarah Cam incoming phone call

You answered the call

“Hello?” Sarah said on the other line, she sounded distressed.

“What’s going on” you replied, sitting up in your bed.

“John B fell from the hawk’s nest, Topper shoved him” you could hear someone shouting in the background, it sounded like JJ.

“Oh my god Sarah what happened!” you pulled the covers off of you and stood up, pacing around the room.

“John B can you open your eyes?” Sarah pleaded with him, it was muffled.

“Pope hurry!”

wait, was that Kiara?

“Sarah what the hell is going on? Do you need help?” you called out, you heard her pick up the phone.

“I need to go Y/N” she hung up the phone. What the fuck just happened.

You ran over to your dresser and slipped on a light blue summer dress and your white converse. You snuck out of your house and grabbed the keys to your car. You got in and drove straight to the hawk’s nest.

You pulled up to the gravel parking space and saw the infamous twinkie. You switched off your car and got out. You walked over to the twinkie, it reeked of weed and sweat. Your nose twitched at the smell of it. But the twinkie being here meant they were still here too. You ran in the direction of the hawk’s nest, once you were close enough you could here the Pogues and Sarah arguing over what to do. You walked up behind them and pushed in front of JJ and Kiara to get to Sarah.

“What the fuck happened Sarah” she looked up at you, here eyes red and tear-stained cheeks. John B was unconscious on the grass next to her.

“Look who we have here, [Name] Palmer” JJ called out, a smirk drawn on his lips. You turned around giving him a petty smile.

“What are you doing here Y/N” Kiara questioned. You moved your focus from JJ to her.

“I could ask you the same question” you replied slyly, and turning back around to Sarah, she was placing small kisses on John Bs lips, gentle and tender. You could hear ambulance sirens getting closer and closer to the hawk’s nest.

Once the ambulance arrived, Sarah was the one that went with John B. As for you and the Pogues you made you way back to the carpark. “So, what’s a princess like yourself doing here” JJ teased, a smile on his face from ear to ear. You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms and standing up against your car door. The way the pet name rolled of his tongue like it was normal, was abnormal. You’ve only ever spoken to JJ at parties when he’s drunk and has tried to hit you up.  

“I got a call from my friend, I came to help her” you responded, JJ was getting closer to you, inch by inch he towered over you. he looked down at you, your knees felt weak under your body threatening to cave in at any moment.

“Hmm” he hummed, looking you up and down “you sure you’re not here to see me” he leaned in closer, you could smell the weed on him, his clothes reeked of it. You lifted your arm and pushed him back.

“Nope.” You answer back, his face was so cocky he knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well. You turned around and opened your car door.

“You know where to find me” he raised his arm and pointed a finger at you, winking. You scoffed and scooted into your seat, slamming the car door shut. Within a matter of seconds, you had driven off, only leaving a trail of lifted dust behind you.  

You arrived home just after 3:00 AM, exhausted. Going through your front door was difficult, especially because your dog Oakley’s bed was just up the hallway. You opted for the good old window entrance, you walked around the side of your house locating your bedroom window hidden amongst overgrown vines, various plants, and flowers. Slid it open, one foot in, followed by the other. Finally, home. You shut the window, leaning over the daybed that sits in front of your window. You walked over to the pajamas that you were wearing earlier, you had left them on the floor. You kicked off your Converse and glided out of your blue dress exposing your naked body. Pulling the satin shirt over and pulling the satin shorts up. You were ready to sleep, you retied your hair into a loose messy bun and jumped into bed.

It’s been a few days since the John B falling off of the hawk’s nest incident, you haven’t really spoken to Sarah since she’s been ghosting you for the past few days; not replying to your texts, ignoring your calls and she hasn’t been at her house every time you went to check. This is the last time you were going to message her, she better have a reasonable explanation as to why she has been ghosting you.

“Sarah wtf y have u been ghosting me?” sent.

You watched the message go through. So, she hasn’t blocked you…

‘Read’ popped up underneath your message. Great.

The typing bubble appeared.

“I’m so sorry Y/N/N John B thought it would be funny to keep me and Kiara on a boat in the middle of the marsh”

Oh. She’s been hanging out with them.

“what? You’ve been ghosting me 4 them” sent.

“come to the chateau right now”

Seriously? Your being dragged to the that shit hole, you turned your phone off and went up to your room. You searched your dresser for the perfect outfit, for some reason you felt like impressing them.

You fished out a white bikini, an orange cropped tank top with a cute graphic on it, short denim shorts and your navy-blue converse. You changed into it, hopping it would be up to “Pogue standards”. Or maybe just “JJs standards”… you put on your necklace stack, of 2 gold chains one with a sun charm that is incrusted with diamonds, and the second with a F/L/Y/N charm. You grabbed your Pura Vida bracelet stack and slid it onto your wrists, followed by your ring stacks for both hands. Lastly gold hoops to wrap everything up. A roll of your favourite coconut scented deodorant, a lot of spray of your favourite summery perfume, along with the body spray you use on top of it.

You rushed out of your room, running into the living room where your mum was,

“Hey mum, I’m heading out with Sarah” you had to lie, because the number of times your parents have complained about the pogues, specifically JJ, your mum would kill you if she knew where you were actually going. You tucked your hair behind your ear, waiting for a response. Your mum, who was sat on the couch looked up at you with a gentle smile and her glasses resting further down on her nose than what they should be.

“Sure, thing sweetie, be safe” your mum replied, she always said yes as long as you were with Sarah. You ran over to her, giving her a tight squeeze,

“Thank you!” you praised, letting go of her and speed walking into the hallway. On your entry table there was a decorative bowl that held your car keys in it, but instead of going by car you decided to take your bike. You walked out the front door and over to the garage where the bikes are stored. You opened the door and walked in, being wafted with the smell of petrol, paint, and rubber. You walked over to your bike, its white, and has a lil basket on the front of it. Perfect. You knew where the chateau is because of the few parties you’ve been to there, so you steered your bike out of the garage and got on and started pedalling.

You’ve been riding for 5 minutes, still 20 more minuets till you can get there. You reached into the basket and grabbed out your phone, shuffling your summer playlist and the song “Megaton Mile” by Local Natives started playing. You turned it up, almost full volume and chucked your phone back into the basket. The song was playing at midsummers the other night, you actually requested it because it is one of your favourite gems. You continued riding, letting your hair fly in the salty wind, small beads of sweat falling from your forehead because of the humidity, and breathing in the fresh air. Its been awhile since you’ve ridden your bike around the OBX and it feels just as euphoric, if not more than the last time you had.

You were getting close to the bridge that connects the Kook side of the Island to the Pogues. The song “Boys don’t Cry” by The Cure was playing. A large rev of an engine startled you, you looked behind you to see who it was, but your bike went off the pavement causing you to fall off.

“Fuck!” you cursed out, lying on the grass of someone’s lawn. You were on your side, leaning on your elbow, your hair has fallen over your face and over your shoulder. You rolled over, putting yourself in a sitting position with your legs stretched out. Pushing your hair back, you see a familiar car pull up next to you.

The window of the car rolls down, and a familiar face sticks his head out the window. It's Rafe, Sarah's brother. He has always had a thing for you, but you have never fallen for him, he’s just not your type plus he’s your best friend’s brother. His cocky laugh belched out,

“No way I just saw that” he called out from the car, he was looking dead at you, no sign of sympathy on his face.

“Seriously Rafe, fuck you” you spat back at him, pulling your elbow up and seeing a large gash on it, already pooling with blood. You looked down at your knees, they are also scuffed up, stinging like hell and bleeding too.

“Calm down, your fine” he teases back at you, getting out of his Range Rover. He walks over to you, and offers you, his hand. You look up at him through your lashes, he was still smiling, thinking this was funny. You were covered in mud now. You grabbed his hand, tightening your grip on his hand you pulled him down onto the grass with you. You stood up quickly and looked down at him now on the ground.

“What is wrong with you!” he shouted at you, tensing his jaw.

“Calm down, your fine” you respond, giggling at the look on his face. He scoffed at you and stayed on the floor. Probably to humbled to move. You walked over to your phone which had flew out of your basket when you fell off, luckily it had landed on the grass and not the concrete. You picked it up the song “Time to Pretend” by MGMT has just started playing. You lifted your bike up and put your phone back in the basket, and pedalled away, leaving Rafe behind.  

Finally, you had arrived at the Chateau. You rode your bike all the way up to the front porch, you got off and grabbed your phone. You walked up to the door, knocking on it. You could hear a muffle of voices conversating, and a few heavy footsteps made their way over to the door. Your heart beating faster every time they took a step closer. The wooden door swung open, John B standing in front of you,

“Hey” you sighed, wiping sweat off your forehead. He had a blue cast on his wrist and was alive so that’s a good thing.

“Uh... hey” he croaked out, standing sideways and gesturing for you to come in, “Uhm, come in” he continued.

“Thanks” you responded, walking past John B and into the house. The walls were covered in photos of John B and his dad, as well as a ton of baby photos of him and JJ. You looked around, floor to celling made out of wood, it was cozy. Sarah turned around the corner, a relieved look on her face when she saw you in the hallway.

“Oh my god I was so scared you weren’t coming!” She sped walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you. you groaned because your back was aching from flying off your bike earlier. You wrapped your arm around her, and just as you did, she let go of you. John B was standing behind you,

“Okay let’s go sit with everyone” he cleared his throat, putting his hand on your shoulder almost pushing you forward. Sarah grabbed onto your hand, leading you to the back porch where Kiara, Pope and JJ are sitting.

“So, first Sarah, now Y/N? seriously John B, you may as well invite Rafe over too” Kiara sneered out, looking at you up and down you gave her a bitchy smile. Sarah sat down on a couch, next to John B, the only other spot was next to JJ who was sharing a couch with Pope.

“JJ move over” you instructed, he looked up at you with an amused look. You rolled your eyes. He moved over slightly still leaving barely any room for you, but if you were becoming a ‘Pogue’ you may as well get used to it. You squeezed in next to JJ, in between him and the couches arm rest. There was plenty of room for him to move closer to pope, but nope he was refusing to budge any further.

“Okay now that Y/N is here, we need to catch her up on what’s been going on” Sarah said, looking over at John B for validation in what she just said.

“Uhm… yep, okay. So, Sarah helped me into the archives in Charleston, there we found a letter from Denmark Tanny, a slave, a local landowner, and a sole survivor of the Royal Merchant” your eyes widened, now you’re interested.

“He wrote a letter to his son, Robert in a lost Creole language, Gullah. I took this letter to my history teacher Mr Sunn, who translated the letter. Denmark Tanny saved the gold from the Royal Merchant and brought it ashore, using it to buy his freedom Tanny Hill plantation, in other words Sarahs home, and used it to buy the freedom of other slaves. He wrote the letter to his son on the day he was hung, in a secret language that only they know, telling him where to find the gold. Harvest the wheat, in Parcel 9, near the water. Wheat is code for ‘gold’. Then Sarah gave me an original survey map of Parcel 9 and Tanny Hill at the Hawks Nest, and I got pushed off by topper. Then we made Sarah and Kie stay on a boat together to figure out their differences, and now we are here.” John B finished off, it felt like he was talking forever.

Falling for him part 2

#jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #female #outer banks #rafe cameron #the pogues #obx #john b routledge #sarah cameron #jj mayback imagine #pope heyward #obx fanfiction

[cosmicstxrr]

𓆩♡𓆪 college ! ellie williams headcanons . . .

warnings : drugs mentioned , ellie is a drug dealer , edibles , ellie being a loser , super bad writing😔 i think thats all

NOT PROOFREAD!!

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⌦ her phone is never charged, and if it is it's on like 12% and shes texting customers about how much they want and how much they're gonna pay... or you 🙈

⌦ shes a loser lesbian at heart!! Has dinosaur and space or nasa boxers. When she came out to Joel, he tried to research about the flag and stuff and tried to buy her boxers with the lesbian flag on them but accidentally bought the gay flag ... Idk js a funny thought i had

⌦ when she met you in her 2nd hear of college, she was at a party a SUPER crossfaded. She was flirting with you in such a loser way... cringe pickup lines you would here in those tinder in real life videos 😭

⌦ the next morning, she woke up in her bed and went on her phone (at 100% bc you charged it for her when you brought her back from the party!) and she saw a text message from you and started to blush bc you left her a text saying something about bringing her home bc she was so drunk

⌦ makes edibles like no one else!!! farther down the road of meeting her she would leave you in her dorm when she would go sell drugs or go on errands you found her edibles in the fridge and ate some bc they were brownies... Let's js say when she came back you were knocked out

⌦ her last year of college, after talking about you to joel for 3 YEARS she finally agreed to take you to Joel's for a couple days and Joel LOVED you... Y'all watched cone heads and other stupid comedy movies

⌦ LOVES horror movies!! She will watch anything! Even those weird bad b-rated scary movies

⌦ whenever she goes to the gas station to pick up a quick snack I feel like she would get a single cosmic brownie and a dr pepper

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: ̗̀➛ this is so bad and so short but this is what I got 😕 my first ever thing that I've written so I hope y'all like it 🫣 i really hate it

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams

[paullahotes]

Incalescent- Chapter Seven

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!OC

Summary: Em just wants to be loved and have a family for once in her life. But nothing has ever gone right in her life before so why should it now?

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: violence, blood, confrontation, angst, vampires with red eyes and terrible fathers

A/N: Listen, I don’t think I’m a good writer so this could be terrible! Let me know what you guys think of it!

There was no arguing when I woke up in Emily and Sam’s living room that I would be staying with them until it was decided that I was safe enough to go home. My nose was healed and I was in fresh clothes. My book bag was on the floor beside the couch which indicated someone went back to the Cullen’s to get it from Edward's car for me. Emily was the only one in the house but I could hear a couple of wolves outside in the woods, keeping watch. The look on Emily’s dared me to argue with her about it. Her lips pressed into a line and creases lined her forehead as she put her foot down and insisted that she had already made up the guest room.

“Paul and I are done letting you have a choice. We will not let you get hurt anymore and I know you think the wolves cannot protect you but they can. I don’t give a damn about your father at this point, hell even I could kill him with my bare hands right now…” Emily ranted on for a half hour before Sam came home and made her go easy on me. I waited, practically holding my breath for Paul to show up for dinner but he never did. Emily, Sam, and I sat quietly at the table eating the delicious food Emily had made.

Sam laid out the detailed plans for monitoring Bella’s house. They were already doing shifts around the reservation to keep their people safe and the added shifts at Bella’s stretched them thinner than ever before. Emily looked worried as she stared up at Sam while he helped her with the dishes. He looked so exhausted that he could pass out at any minute. His light snoring sounded from their shared room not too long later only for him to leave after only two hours of sleep. 

That night I lay in bed with the blankets off to the side unable to sleep. Between the nap earlier and everything going on with my dad, Paul, and the Cullen’s, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. Plus, I could hear Emily’s labored breathing from her room and the angry tossing and turning she had been doing ever since Sam left for his shift at Bella’s. He wouldn’t be back for a whole day because after Bella’s he would be leading a shift around the reservation. 

Even though I knew I should still keep my distance from Paul I couldn’t help but take my phone out and text him. I tried to sound casual but I needed to know how he was doing and if anything was happening that I should be made aware of. My brain told me that I didn’t need to see him but my heart was begging for me to ask him to come to see me when he had time. So sent that in a text to him as well. I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I saw his face even if he was upset with how I had been lately. Deep down I knew he understood, he always understood whether he liked it or not. 

My phone lit up after a few moments causing my heart to skip a beat as I thought about being able to see Paul or at least talk with him for a few minutes. His message was brief, telling me he was fine and there was no news to report. Short and to the point. There was no emotion and that I knew was warranted. A follow-up message came a few minutes later that said ‘if you want to see me I am patrolling the beach for the next hour’. I needed no encouragement as I scrambled to get clothes on and rush out the door.

It was a surprisingly clear night. Millions of stars shined above my head and the half moon was perched in the middle of the sky. My run to the beach was short but I was able to hear the quiet rustle of the trees around me and the little critters that scurried around inside and around them. I didn’t have to have enhanced vampire vision to see Paul in his wolf form walking along the beach. He was so big as a wolf that I would bet astronauts could see him walking along the beach, illuminated in the moonlight, all the way in space. 

His head turned toward me as I stopped running to slow down as I reached the sandy part of the beach. The waves were crashing on the shore and against the cliffs in a calming way. If it were safe I would be able to fall asleep right here on the beach with Paul, enjoying the calming effects. 

Paul didn’t bother running into the woods to phase back into himself or change, instead, he just did it right in front of me as I got closer to him. Heat rose to my cheeks as I tried to look away in time. Realizing how badly I wanted to look made my cheeks burn worse and I practically rolled my eyes at how silly I felt.

“You look exhausted, Em,” was the first thing out of Paul’s mouth as he walked over to me and cupped my face to make me look at him. I could say the same thing as his eyes were practically ringed like a raccoon. 

“Oh you know, just my life being extremely taxing,” my tone joking and hopefully nonchalant. The conversation ended there as Paul scooped me up, a habit that he had picked up lately, one that I wanted to complain about but I knew that I really liked it. He walked us over to the same log we sat against during our first time on this beach together. The memory of our first kiss played in my head, making my heart start to race. If we weren’t so out in the open I could be convinced to recreate it but the fear that my father would see it haunted me.

Paul’s warm body wrapped itself around me as I sat between his legs with his arms caging my head against his bare chest. We sat like this for a while, our breathing eventually matching. 

“Are you doing anything Friday night that would prevent you from coming to a bonfire?” Paul asked out of nowhere. I tilted my head so I could look up at his face. He turned to look down at me, the moonlight outlining his perfect jawline and nose curve. My lips parted as I tried to give him an answer but when he looked perfect like he did right now I found thinking of anything else hard. A small smirk made its way onto his lips, making my eyes glue themselves to them.

“I, uh, think I am free. However, I have a project to work on with Bella. But we should be done sometime during the week,” the thought of having to even see Bella again made me upset. No doubt Edward would want to be there and with everything up in the air about my father's involvement with Victoria things were bound to be awkward. 

“Bella will be coming as well, the Cullen’s need a day to go and hunt. There will be no conflict for you and I would really like it if you came. They will be telling the tribes legends and there is a lot you need to hear,” the last part of his words came out stern. The look he gave me begged me not to make an excuse not to go. What harm could come from a bonfire anyway?

“Do I get to watch you eat twenty-three hot dogs?” I teased, scrunching my nose up in fake disgust. His chest rumbled with laughter against my cheek.

“If you’re lucky I’ll save you a couple,” the laughter made our faces get incredibly close, lips almost touching, our noses brushing. Paul’s eyes got soft as he looked down at me waiting for me to make a move.

“How about you walk me back to Emily’s and you can come into my room for a little bit? No one will be able to see us in there,” I murmured getting closer, practically begging him to kiss me. The electricity between us right now made it almost impossible for me to think about what my father or his friend might be seeing. If I wasn’t careful I would be full-on making out with Paul in the middle of this beach within seconds. My restraint was wearing thin as Paul let out a groan, his eyes closing.

“You’ll let me kiss you if I come in?” he whispered his lips fully against mine now. I nodded, reluctantly pulling my face away from him. In seconds he had me on my feet, yanking me alongside him back to Emily’s house. Behind the closed door of the guest room that I was currently inhabiting, Paul and I fell into a comfortable place that I hoped remained private. 

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Emily had heard me bring Paul in that night. She didn’t leave out any details the next morning at breakfast with Leah and Sam either. I had to sit across from her as she detailed every giggle, every whispered conversation, and her admiration of the fact that “Paul left to go back to patrol before any real funny business happened.” 

“Huh, I only ever left after the funny business,” Same joked, kissing Emily chastely on the cheek. Leah pretended to be sick from her end of the table, while I rolled my eyes and pushed my eggs around my plate. They were all so sure they could protect me from my father that they had no problem openly talking about Paul and me over breakfast. 

Paul was probably getting sick of how hot and cold I was being with him. He had texted me the next day about the time we had spent together and I had ignored him. There had been a knot in my stomach ever since waking up that morning, a bad feeling I couldn’t shake. Ignoring Paul made the knot worse but in a different way. The guilt of continuously hurting him was eating at me. 

The last few days had gone by slowly, each day of school dragging on longer than the last. Teachers had stopped calling on me. While my answers weren’t rude they weren’t the sort of things they had been looking for. Every day after school I had gone to Bella’s house to work on our project. Edward had decided it was best for him to stay out of the house while I was there but still be within hearing distance. 

Last night a storm had blown through unexpectedly and Edward practically broke Bella’s door down thinking I had done it. He walked in to me sipping some hot chocolate Bella had made for us, a peace offering for Edward being so overbearing. Charlie, Bella’s father had grown to love me quickly, sat in the living room mumbling about how Edward couldn’t leave Bella alone with anyone. An irritated look crossed Edward's face as we both picked up what Charlie was saying. I could tell that the two of them still didn’t like me or at the very least did not trust me but Bella was trying her best. 

“Everyone seems to be fine having me around except for Bella and your family,” I muttered lowly, too low for Bella to hear but high enough for Edward to hear and clench his jaw. 

“They clearly have no instinct for survival,” he hissed back through clenched teeth. Bella was writing something down, none the wiser to our little spat happening. Charlie came into the kitchen to put away his dishes. They sat in the sink untouched as he turned and assessed the room. Edward and I were glaring at each other while Bella continued working, not minding anything.

“Do I sense a little tension?” Charlie asked, looking at me with hope in his eyes. Maybe he was hoping that my distaste for Edward would drive a wedge between him and Bella. Charlie had no idea that Bella disliked me as well, he was completely in the dark about everything. It made me sad to think about it. Since getting to know him, I knew he was a great guy just trying his best at being a dad. Something I had never seen from my father. 

“Oh no, my dazzling personality has been hard for Edward to digest,” I joked, making Charlie smirk and Edward's frown deepen. “He’s just jealous that I swooped into town and now everyone seems to be mesmerized by me and not him.”

“You know what,” Charlie began, wiping a tear from his eyes and letting his laughter die down. “You can come around here any time, I like you!”

“I like you too, Charlie!” I beamed back at him. He shook his head at Edward as he left the room, still chuckling to himself.

Edward’s mood never ceased. Bella and I tried to finish the project quickly but our teacher seemed to have it out for her and Edward and had given us the most complicated project. Even with an outline assigned and sections getting done methodically it took hours. There would unfortunately be another night of work to be done.

Tonight was clear, not a single cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brighter than I had ever seen it since moving to Forks. My mood was much the same. My mind was filled with thoughts of seeing Paul at the bonfire tonight. We had kept our distance since the night we spent in the guest room of Emily’s, seeing each other in passing during meals. A part of me wished we hadn’t been keeping our distance. I knew he would love to hear about the little exchange I had had with Edward, I could practically see the smirk popping up on Paul’s face. The same small smile would play at the corner of his mouth if we made eye contact but quickly turn into a look of nervousness. 

We had finally finished our project when Edward showed up, choosing to stay inside the safety of his car with windows tinted so no one could see him sparkling. As we packed into the car and started to drive to the treaty line where Jacob was going to pick us up clouds began to filter in. Nothing suggesting a storm but enough to make my happy mood falter. 

There had not been a whisper from my father since the night in the woods. I knew better than to think he didn’t know the wolves had come to help me. He probably even knew about me and Paul at the beach. There had been no sign of him for the wolves either. The silence from him was louder than if he had contacted me. It had been eating at me, in the back of my mind, since that night. Each day spent with the pack or with Bella seemed to bring the fear of him to the forefront of my mind. The good mood I had been in earlier with the sun out was completely gone. 

“Maybe they’ll cancel the bonfire if it starts to storm, it’s not looking good out there,” Edward murmured to Bella. She hummed in response, staring back at Edward with complete adoration in her eyes. 

Did part of me hope the bonfire was canceled? If I did have the powers the Cullen’s seemed to think I had maybe I could force my hand and make the bonfire canceled. The thought brought a pang of sadness to my stomach as I remembered how excited Paul was for me to hear the tribe's history finally. I had already hurt Paul enough over the short time that I had known him and even if I did have the ludicrous powers I would never sabotage tonight.

The exchange at the treaty line was awkward at best. Both Edward and Jacob overdid it with their displays of affection which led me to walk away instead of taking a ride into the reservation with Jacob. He probably wanted to be alone with Bella anyway. Within a few minutes, I found myself at the beach sitting with Leah and her girlfriend. Iris. Paul and the rest of the pack were down the beach kicking around a soccer ball, laughing heartily. With one final kick from Paul, a goal was scored making him shout with happiness and beat at his chest with one hand, gloating. 

“Actually, I am named after a goddess,” Iris announced, breaking me out of my thoughts. Whatever she and Leah had been discussing was lost on me. Leah smiled and beamed up at Iris. The sun was peaking out again, making Iris's dark brown skin shine with golden flecks under its rays. If I couldn’t hear the blood pumping through her veins, I might mistake her for a vampire with how sparkly she was. They made a gorgeous couple. 

“Makes sense, since you are of ethereal beauty,” Leah murmured against Iris’s lips. They giggled into the kiss, becoming so intimate that I turned my entire body away. They were sitting against the log that Paul and I frequented when we came to the beach. My cheeks flushed when I looked over to where Paul had been, realizing he was making his way over to me. His eyes were fixed on my face, a small smirk on his lips. 

“I think that log has magical powers that make people want to kiss,” he commented loudly as if he had read my mind. Leah and Iris laughed from behind me as I had to avert my eyes from Paul. I pretended to admire the sunset as he plopped himself next to me. 

“Do you agree, Em?” Leah asked in a taunting tone. Paul nudged me with his arm and wagged his eyebrows when I looked back at him.

“Mmm, I don’t think so. I’ve never kissed anyone worthwhile on the log,” I joked shrugging my shoulders and making myself look sad. Paul scoffed at my answer and dramatically pouted his bottom lip while Leah let out a bark of a laugh. I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from my mouth, it bubbled up even through my hand that I slapped over my lips to try and stifle it. 

“You’ll be sorry later when you’re practically begging me to kiss you and I won’t,” Paul whispered in my ear, having gotten closer to me when I was distracted with trying to stop laughing. I stared up at him, trying to come back with a remark that would wipe the smug look off his face but the sun was hitting him just right. A battle raged in my brain as I tried to decide whether I liked him better in the sun or the moonlight. Both had their advantages. 

While Paul and I stared at each other, Sam called Leah and Iris over to play soccer with them since Paul had ditched. There were quiet words exchanged about Paul and I being distracted but neither of us acknowledged them. Eventually, I looked away and leaned into Paul, and watched the sunset. Beautiful golden rays blazed across the water in front of us. The waves usually crashed harder on the beach but their current momentum was slow and calming. 

“You gonna fall asleep on me, Princess?” Paul asked quietly, bringing a hand up to my chin to tilt my head back to him. I shrugged slowly, my eyes feeling heavy. The truth was, I had been about to fall asleep but the appearance of my favorite nickname woke me up. 

“Mmm, your heart sped up. Do you like being called Princess, Princess?” he asked, leaning down so his lips were almost touching mine. His breath fanned over my face making my lips twitch, wanting to lean forward and breach the small space left between us. 

“Maybe,” I whispered to him, almost losing the last shred of resolve I had in me. His eyes hardened as he looked at me, waiting for me to make the move. When I didn’t move he licked his lips. We were still so close that his tongue brushed against my bottom lip, the lip that was currently trembling with exertion as it took everything in me to not lean forward. 

“You’re so fucking frustrating sometimes,” his voice was different than it had been before. What was once a whisper had turned into something deeper, huskier. He sounded like he had just woken up and ran a marathon at the same time. His chest was heaving against my back, the bare skin giving off waves of heat that I could feel through my hoodie and shirt. 

“You’re the one teasing me out in the open where anyone could see,” his mood immediately changed with my words but he didn’t move away. Instead, he cupped my face and smashed his lips against mine. The fire that had lit up his eyes was now not a thought in my mind. His arms maneuvered me to where we were now chest to chest with him leaning over me as I braced my back against the log. 

“I don’t give a damn who sees. If anyone wants to try and stop it, I dare them,” his brief speech was over quickly and he was back to kissing me. This time his lips were softer against mine, more loving. Both of his hands were gently cupping my face, thumbs caressing my cheeks. My entire body felt hot, my chest now heaving almost worse than Paul's had been before the kiss. Everything felt too good to be real.

“So Princess, do you like name or what,” Paul chuckled from behind me. I blinked rapidly trying to figure out how he got back into the position we had been in before kissing. My cheeks burned as I realized I had fantasized about the whole thing. Paul’s chest rumbled behind me. “I’m going to take your red face and fast heartbeat as a yes, Princess.”

“Yeah, I like it,” I mumbled back, letting him believe that that was why my face was red and my heart was practically bursting from my chest. The sun had almost completely set during my little daydream and everyone was packing up from the beach, heading to wherever the bonfire was going to take place. 

“We should get going, I don’t want to miss the food,” my feet never even had the chance to hit the ground as Paul swung me up into his arms and began carrying me through the woods toward wherever the bonfire was happening. 

This was something I had never had the privilege of experiencing. Everyone was gathered around a huge fire, laughing, and sharing hoards of food. Paul ended up only eating half the amount of hot dogs he had boasted about, a nervous look on his face. At first, he had said his stomach didn’t feel right but between me and the entire pack yelling at him to eat, me in a softer voice than everyone, he ate a few hot dogs and some sides. 

“Why do you look so worried?” I asked thickly, through a bite of my second hot dog. He shrugged and told me not to worry. Leah was just now making her way back from dropping her girlfriend off, clearly, she was not in the know of the supernatural yet. Bella and Jacob had arrived just before her, getting heckled by Seth who followed him around like a lost puppy. 

Despite the fire raging in front of me, a chill ran through my body. Paul noticed and went from sitting in front of me to sitting under me with his arms wrapped around my torso. Something hung in the air between us that made my nerves light up. Paul never seemed to worry about everything. He was always the most secure person in the room. Everything he said or did was with finality and sureness. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again, quietly. We stared into each other's eyes for a minute before he kissed the tip of my nose and smiled at me.

“More than okay, Princess,” he assured me. A silence ran through the group and I noticed a man in a wheelchair making his way toward the head of the circle, next to Sam. Emily sat with them a pad of paper and pen in hand like she was ready to take notes on what we were about to hear. Paul sat up stiffer and his arms tightened around my waist. 

“There has always been magic in blood,” the man in the wheelchair began. He went into great detail about the first Spirit Warrior, Taha Aki, in their tribe. It was fascinating to hear their history with so much attention to detail. To my knowledge, there was no history for vampires like there was for wolves. 

You could tell in the way this man spoke that although he himself was not able to transform into a wolf, he held great pride for his tribe and the wolves among it. He talked in a deep voice that captivated me as he described how his people went from Spirit Warriors to shapeshifters and how this magic helped them keep their tribe safe from the Cold Ones. This was the most history I had heard about vampires and even that was scarce.

The story of the Cold Ones made me feel sick. Their people were innocent when the vampire couple came to their land and killed their women and Taha Aki’s only son. This made me understand the need for a treaty in place with the Cullen’s and the distaste some of the pack held for me when I first arrived. Hearing that they were fully capable of killing vampires in their wolf forms made me feel better as well. 

“Told you,” Paul whispered, mockingly in my ear as we listened to the description of the wolves tearing apart the vampires with their sharp teeth. Taha Aki’s third and true wife helped as well, sacrificing herself to distract the female vampire when she came for revenge of her mate. The use of the term ‘true wife’ made me wonder what made her, his third wife, finally be the one to be true.

“What does it mean when they say the third wife is the true wife?” A girl spoke up across the fire, taking the question directly from my brain. She was sitting next to Jared, who looked down at her with so much love pouring out of his look that I felt embarrassed looking at them. 

“The magic in our blood not only turns us into fierce wolf warriors but sometimes also shows us who our true partners are. We call it imprinting or finding our soulmates,” the man explained. I sucked in a breath as he described what it was. Paul took one hand from around my waist and began to rub lightly on my back. The man began to speak again, “I have never experienced this magic myself but I have heard it described. Once the magic in the blood is activated and you see her for the first time it is as if gravity does not exist anymore and your soulmate is the one holding you to this earth.”

“The connection is immediate, impossible to withstand. The second you lay eyes on your soulmate it is a relief and painful when you are not around them. Emily has told me it feels the same for her, though not as intense as it has been for me,” Sam explained further. Emily went to squeeze his hand as they smiled, lovingly at each other. The girl who asked the question looked back at Jared and they too shared the same look that Emily and Sam did. 

Was this the reason Paul was nervous? I could feel his eyes on me, practically burning a hole into the back of my head so I turned and looked at him. He was staring at me, eyes apologetic. I didn’t know where to begin so I settled for chewing on my bottom lip as we looked at each other. The hand that was rubbing my back came to cup my chin, thumb pulling my lip from between my teeth.

“Do you understand now?” Paul asked me in a hushed tone. This was not something I wanted to discuss with an audience that had hearing just as good, if not better, than my own enhanced hearing. I nodded at him, tears beginning to prick the surface of my eyes. Was it odd for me to cry right now? The back of Paul’s pointer finger was gently wiping the tears from my eyes before I could think too much of it. 

As the information sank in, I laid my head in the crook of Paul’s neck. He stayed silent, breathing even, as he stroked my hair to try and comfort me. The stories were over and everyone went back to chatting or laughing hysterically, goofing around the fire. A few people left, including Jacob and Bella, a reason was said but I wasn’t paying attention.

My mind was conjuring up images of the future and what it could look like. I was an unaging, vampire. The reality was I was going to live forever but how long did Paul have? This was something that had been in the back of my mind since meeting him and the rest of my friends. One day they would all be gone and if Paul was really my soulmate, like the magic in his blood said, then I would never find happiness after him.

“How about we get out of here?” Paul suggested, giving a small kiss to the top of my head. “My dad is out of town for the weekend with some friends if you wanted to crash at my place. We have the stuff to discuss, I think it would be best in private.”

“Yeah, that sounds good to me,” I replied to him, not daring to look up at him. The thought of him dying and me living on was gutting me as we spoke. The thought gnawed at my insides and we walked hand-in-hand to his house. The night air was fresh as I continuously inhaled deeply trying to ground myself. The hand that Paul held began to clam up, to the point where I knew that he knew I wasn’t doing well.

“Em,” his voice startled me. He sounded worried from beside me and that’s when I realized the wind had picked up around us. The once starry night was now pitch black and foreboding. Thunder crashed in the distance, the sky illuminating periodically with lightning.

I couldn’t feel Paul’s hand in mine anymore. The dark sky seemed to bleed into every place I tried to look. Panic coursed through me as I tried to look around for Paul. Where was he? He had just been standing next to me, trees surrounding us. Now I stood in pitch black. The only reprieve from the dark was bolts of lightning shooting across the sky, getting closer to me.

 “EM!” Paul shouted directly into my face. He sounded so scared and the thought that I was scaring him made me blink, trying to get my vision back. After a second I felt his hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me. Blink. Blink. Blink. His face was suddenly there in front of mine. 

“Paul,” my voice barely came out, as I tried and begged my mind to cooperate with me.

“Em, I need you to calm down. Whatever it is, I will help you. I will fix it,” he pleaded with me. His eyes darted to the side, lighting striking only a couple of feet away from us. “Please, Em, I think you’re making the storm happen. It’s getting closer to us. Please, try and take a breath.”

“The lightning?” that didn’t make sense to me. Nothing was making sense. Goosebumps were erupting all over my body. A cold sweat beading on my forehead and the back of my neck. Paul was going to die. My friends were all going to die. Whether it be at the hands of my father or the hands of old age. My mind couldn’t focus on anything else. 

“Princess, please,” Paul pleaded again but it was useless. My vision went black as I felt my body start to give way and slump to the ground. 

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“You agree with us then?” Edward hissed from somewhere near me. I could barely hear them, my eyes refusing to open. My body felt drained but I was warm despite having been caught in a storm with Paul.

“I never wanted to press it with her because I don’t know how vampire abilities work or how she’s only half of one…” Paul began, sounding lost. His voice was laced with worry, each word coming out more hoarse than the last. 

“She’s not a threat, Edward,” Carlisle was here too. I couldn’t say where that was but I never imagined Paul interacting with them. Something bad must have happened to get them talking. My heart started pounding in my chest as my father popped into my mind. It was easy to assume that he could be the reason I was so worn down I couldn’t even open my eyes and the reason Paul was interacting with vampires when he hates them.

“Her werewolf boyfriend just told us he thinks she can control the weather, including lightning and you’re telling me she’s NOT a threat?” Edward sounded almost hysterical as he spoke. He was pacing around the room, the light thud of his footsteps sounding loudly in my ears. 

“I don’t think she knows she has the powers. From what Paul has told us about her dad and that situation it confirms when she told us, that she knows the bare minimum about this life,” Carlisle’s voice was quiet, reassuring, and clipped at the end, making it clear to Edward how he felt about this. 

“We’re supposed to trust a wolf?” Edward scoffed, his tone made me want to smack him across the room but my body still was not cooperating with my brain.

Carlisle sighed, “you can read his thoughts, so you know what he’s saying is the truth. You also know about how serious an imprint bond is which means she would have told him everything she knows, whether she intended to or not.”

“Of course,” Edward sighed, defeated. His footsteps grew fainter with each this of his feet on the ground. Carlisle began to speak again, something about having a full vampire power but being only half a vampire taking more energy out of me, but I didn’t hear the specifics as I drifted off to sleep, again.

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[valyalyon]

October, 2024

CW below, Valya here.

I hope you all enjoy this post. October 27 was actually one of the first pieces that I wrote for this story. The next couple of posts will all have CW relating to sexual content!

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DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

CW: Explicit sexual content, affair, unprotected sex.

October 1, 2024.

When Julius and I woke up the next morning, we got ready to check out of the motel. It took me a second, but eventually I opened my mouth and spoke, “do you lie a lot to Sara?”

“Yeah, but sometimes it’s just easier as opposed to starting an argument that will go nowhere,” he said casually, opening the car door for me and walking around to get in.

“Do you think you’ll tell her the truth any time soon?” I asked, trying to make the question obvious, yet not trying to spell it out.

“About us? I don’t know, I might wait a little while longer, but I might not ever tell her about it, too… I’m not sure how I’m going to go about it yet,” all of this came so easy from his mouth.

I felt confused, I didn’t know where I belonged now. But, I didn’t want to lose whatever I had with him. I desperately wanted to keep the normalcy we were creating.

October 27, 2024.

“I’ll probably be back around 4…” Sara said curling her hair and looking over at me in the reflection.

It was 7pm right then. She’d be gone until 4am. Doubt it. She never came back from club outings until after 10 or 11am. Would always come back clean and happy.

“You look fine,”I stressed with a laugh and then went to help her with her dress. “You better have fun! Don’t forget to text me if you need to be snuck in.”

“I’m so glad you get it. Husband’s can be such a suffocating chain on you,” Sara said, annoyed and rolling her eyes, “I really hope you find someone good for you  so you can cheat on your husband. I’m not saying I’ve done it but… well, you always got to keep the marriage alive somehow.”

With those words she was out the door and I sighed. I was standing in the entryway of the house noticing how quiet everything was. Theo was asleep. Julius should have been putting Anthony to sleep. I made my way back to my room to check on my son and saw him fast asleep. I then got on my phone and checked to see if I had any texts.

1 message.

“Can you bring me snacks” was all the text from Julius said. I didn’t think I’d see this message. Ever. This was code. I went to the master bedroom and walked in to an empty dark room. Then the door shut behind me and I was obscured by darkness, and then dim lights turned on through out the room.

Before I could think, his arms were on my body. His fingers were running down into my pants and his hand was slipping under my shirt.

I let out a gasp and spoke finally, “Julius, wait, wait… I know we’ve been doing this but we haven’t… in your marriage bed? I can’t, you share this with Sara.”

“It’s your mattress that you left with me,” he said, quelling any fight back by shoving me onto the bed and beginning to ravage me.

We were making out and he was undressing me, then soon fucking me. I was trying to fight him, beg him to stop, but all I could do was moan yes while he pulled my hair.

This is the part that I can’t say if I remember it correctly. As he orgasmed, he stayed inside of me. He pumped his cock a little inside me. I felt his cream leaking and bubbling out of me.

I asked him what had he done and I saw a shift in his eyes. He continued thrusting in my soaking pussy, my cum dripping and mixing with his nut. He grabbed me by the hips and said, “well I’ll get you a Plan B in the morning. For now, I want to keep going so I can really enjoy you the way you’re meant to be enjoyed.”

“You forgot you were fucking me,” I accused him, “You were fantasizing about Sara and you came in me thinking it was her. Fuck you.” I pushed pointlessly on his chest.

He put more weight on me and kept thrusting, lifting my legs and fucking me deeper. I was crying and begging and he said, “I was fantasizing about you on birth control in your early 20s when I used to fill you with so much cum you’d leak as you walked.”

“You’ve got all the right things to say don’t you?”

“I’ve had time to practice my strategy,” he laughed and flipped me onto my hands and knees where he proceeded to ram his cock back into me and started to fuck me real hard.

His balls slapped against my clit and I moaned and shook my ass to match his energy. He started smacking my ass real hard, revving up each spank and making sure my ass cheeks were nice and red. He started taking pictures of his hand squeezing my ass and fucking me.

He then set up a camera and recorded a bit of the interaction, moving the camera to show the moment he came for a second time inside of me. I was quivering and I looked back at him almost begging him to not stop.

By this point it had been a week or so since the last time either of us had sex. Sara was around pretty frequently and Julius and I were kept apart. Now that we finally had the time, the sex was so good I didn’t want it ending. Especially since we didn’t know when Sara would come back but we knew it wouldn’t be tonight.

That night, Julius came inside me a total of three times and caught the last two creampies on film. He was holding me as we watched videos and cuddled together on the bed that used to be mine. Now some other woman would sleep in it all the time. I thought it was incredibly unfair.

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[pinkydevil16]

JJ Maybank x reader: part 5 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Y/n went home after the argument with JJ, her dad passed out drunk and high on the sofa as she made a sandwich putting it on the coffee table so when he woke up he wouldn't start on her. Laying on her bed Y/n stared at the ceiling, her mind going over the argument again and again until her head hurt and tears were in her eyes, hands fiddling with the ring on her finger as she twirled it. Ki had text her asking how she was but she hadn't answered, throwing her phone on the ground and ignoring it as she heard it buzz every hour or so. Probably just Ki checking in or John B asking for a favour, maybe even Pope but either way she didn't want to deal with it. Y/n laid there for hours until she heard her dad groan, the sounds of things being knocked over then the happy grunt as he found the sandwich.

"You home?" Y/n rolled off the bed, her body feeling heavy as she walked towards the living room, her dad biting down on the sandwich as he opened another beer, looking up at Y/n as she leaned against the door with her arms crossed.

"Did you go to work today?" Y/n's voice was soft as she looked at her dad, his shirt buttoned wrong and beer spilt down the from as he shook his head and drank.

"Dad, this is the third time this week." Y/n's dad rolled his eyes, standing up and approaching her, her eyes tired and red as he stared at her.

"That's my business, you don't question me alright? I bring the money in, i do what i want with my money, you just keep running around with your little friends." Y/n sighed, pushing off the door frame before her dad pushed her shoulder back, Y/n staring at the ground as he grabbed her face.

"What's wrong with you?" Her dad almost sounded worried but as Y/n looked up she only saw anger, his hand holding her chin tightened.

"What you don't want to talk to your old man now? Still mad about Luke huh? I'm a better dad than him, don't look at me like i'm him, i keep this place nice, put a roof over your head and all i want to do is enjoy my time away from work with a bit of booze and some fun. You don't get to look at me like that." Y/n stared at him as he spiralled, she doubted he'd even remember his own name in about 10 minutes once he finished the half drunk beer on the side, his eyes barely staying open as he squeezed her cheeks painfully.

"You're hurting me." Her dad stared at her for another moment before releasing his grip, looking down his hands and stumbling away from Y/n, looking back at her then his hands. Y/n watched him as he seemed to realise what he did, stumbling back to the sofa and dropping down, downing his beer as he laid back not looking at her. Y/n pushed off the frame, waiting until her dad couldn't see her to run her jaw, feeling where his nails had dug into her skin as she walked into her bedroom, checking herself in the mirror for any marks which she was thankful there wasn't. Y/n decided to clean her room, spending the next four hours cleaning the whole house as her dad was passed out, sandwich half eaten and beer empty. Finally she looked at her phone, the sun had set and she was tired now, washing hung up outside to dry in the heat of the night so she could get it sorted in the morning hoping to get her dad to work so they didn't turn off the power again. Her phone had almost 40 notifications, Ki and Pope trying to call her multiple times, messages from them asking where she was, JJ needed her, they needed her. But Y/n only felt exhausted as she looked at the texts, another call coming through that she stared at, JJ. 

JJ had gone home with the money, finding his dad as he stepped into the workshop area, his dad starting his usual berating when JJ put down the money.

"I got it, all 25k, we can pay my restitution." Luke standing up with a wide grin, pulling him into a hug before counting the money.

"I don't wanna know how you got this but...damn son." JJ grinning as his dad gave him a proud smile, the moment breaking as he began talking about ways to spend it, Luke putting it away as he turned back around.

"No, Dad that...that moneys for my restitution." Luke suddenly glaring at him as he pointed at JJ.

"Do you know how much you cost me? I'm not wasting that on a damn boat." JJ's grin dropping as his dad pushed past him, JJ staring for a moment before storming over, Luke grabbing him as they began fighting. The pair each slamming punches and wrestling as they fought over the money, Luke slamming him against the ground as he got up and walked away, something in JJ snapping as he fought back, tackling Luke through the mesh and landing them both onto the ground. JJ moving to lean over his dad as he hit him once more, Luke staying down as JJ spoke, tears in his eyes.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore. I'm, i'm not." Luke falling against the ground as JJ stood, grabbing his stuff and leaving to blow the money on something, his nerves on edge as he left. 

"Hot tub baby! You guys gotta try this, i've got a jet going right up my butt. And look! I got Y/n a hella pretty dress and a new bikini to try out in this hot tub...where is she?" JJ trying to hand out the champagne as he looked behind Pope and Ki, the pair looking in disbelief at JJ as he drank some more of the bubbly liquid.

"What the hell JJ! You could have paid for restitution." 

"Or given it to any charity."

"Or helped us get the rest of the gold out the well!" JJ suddenly stood, Ki tearing up at the dark bruises over his ribs as he shouted.

"Well i didn't! I got a hot tub for my friends, scratch that, i got a hot tub for my family alright? So come on, just get in. No no tears, come on." Ki climbing in as he collapsed against her, crying into her as he held her losely, Pope hugging them both as they tried to comfort it.

"I need Y/n, i just. I want her please." JJ begged, Ki holding him up as Pope tried to phone her, the pair bouncing between comforting JJ and trying to get ahold of Y/n until they finally got JJ to calm down. The three of them sat in the hot tub as JJ laid back, his whole face red and tear stained as he ran a hand down his face.

"She's done with me isn't she?" The pair shaking their heads as they tried to come up with any reason for her not responding, even to JJ as he watched it ring out.

Luke stood in the doorway of Y/n's room, her dad sorting out their drugs as he stared at Y/n, small finger bruises on her jaw as she glared at the man in her doorway.

"You know...he finally did it. Can't even be mad at him for it." Y/n not moving as she stared at Luke, his face swollen and bruised as well as his knuckles which made Y/n undeniably mad, more mad than when she'd opened the door to him holding drugs and smirking at her. 

"Why are you here Luke?" Y/n finally spoke, Luke looking over his shoulder at where her dad was opening another beer.

"See my best pal, plus wanted to see if the bastard had turned up here." Y/n's eye twitched as she looked at Luke, not sure how to react to Luke's aggression, sighing as she tried to look past him to her dad.

"He needs to go to work tomorrow. Don't fuck with his life just because yours sucks." Y/n pushing him back as she slammed the door closed, hearing him chuckle as he walked away. The sound of their laughter making Y/n turn her back onto the door and push off, grabbing her bag and pushing some clothes into it before climbing out her window and running off towards the chateau. 

JJ had accepted that Y/n didn't want to see him, now half drunk off his ass as he stumbled around the hot tub, Ki trying to call Y/n again when they heard running, Y/n barrelling through the trees before falling over and face palming the ground. Ki wincing as Y/n shot her head up and scrambled to keep running.

"I'm okay!" JJ standing up too quickly as he saw her approach, out of breath and covered in leaves but she was an angel in his eyes as he fell out the hot tub and stumbling towards her.

"Baby, i'm so sorry, i was being really selfish and i'm really sorry." Y/n pulling him into a tight hug as he kept mumbling, his hands hovering over her as she pulled back and grasped his face. 

"God i am so fucking proud of you, you know that right? You are the light of my life Maybank. I'm sorry for calling you selfish." JJ laughed as tears fell from his eyes, his hands coming to hold over hers as she pulled him into a searing kiss, pushing all her emotions into it as he did the same. Panting as they pulled back and rest their foreheads against each other, small smiles on their face when JJ pulled her hand, a grin on his face as he dragged her towards the hot tub. Pressing buttons as it all lit up, Y/n's eyes twinkling as he moved and brought her a bag, pushing it into her hands as he looked at her like a puppy.

"I got you something." Y/n grinning as she pulled out the beautiful dress, her favourite style and colour, her eyes tearing up as she looked at it, looking at JJ as he nodded at the bag. Y/n raising an eyebrow as she pulled out a red bikini, laughing as she noticed the embroidery on the bottoms, a small JJ stitched into the fabric making her shake her head. Pulling him into another kiss as he grinned against her lips, his hands grasping her face as they parted, taking in all her details until his eyes zoned in on the small finger bruises under his thumbs, brushing over them as his eyes darkened.

"He do this?" Y/n moved to pull his hands off her when he wrapped his arms around her, dragging her into a tight hold as he pushed his head against her neck, feeling her relax in his arms.

"Been sorting him out since i got home, then Luke turned up and i got out before they started." JJ nodding into her neck as he breathed in her scent, pulling back as they both hid their pain, his hands finding the bikini and pushing it against her chest.

"Come on, you gotta try this tub." Y/n laughing as she nodded, rushing into the house as she arrived a few minutes later clad in the new swimwear, JJ's jaw dropping as Pope and Ki joined them in the tub, all four of them splashing at each other when JJ pressed another button making the whole garden light up as he grinned at Y/n.

"You're an angel." JJ whispered, his hand on her thigh as he pulled her closer to him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he slowly dragged her into his lap. The pogues feeling like normal for the first time that summer, no guns, no gold, just them hanging out. 

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Five: Everything Okay in the Home?

"And where have you been? And what are you wearing?" Rex questioned as he yanked on the button-up shirt Superboy borrowed from Jason.

"I went out for dinner," Superboy replied as he pulled Rex's cap over his face on the way to the fridge. "I told you we'd reschedule the stunt for later this week."

"You're messing with my livelihood, kid," Rex replied. Superboy grabbed a rootbeer and a carton of ice cream.

Superboy didn't reply. He dropped a scoop of ice cream into a to-go cup and poured his soda over the vanilla ice cream. "And what are you doing while my life is actively falling apart?" Rex questioned.

"I didn't get to stay for dessert. So... I'm having dessert. I might even have another microwave burrito if I'm feeling like it. Rex, I told you for the bajillionth time, I'm gonna do the stunt here... And uh—. Can we stick around for a bit? The government might not get on us about the gigs if I get enrolled in school, and you know—. Have a place of residence..."

Rex took a breath. "This city isn't the most lucrative—."

"For freaks... But maybe the city could have another hero," Superboy replied as he took a straw and spoon, letting it dance around in the cup.

"The school situation... How serious is that?" Rex questioned. He tapped on the kitchen counter.

"It's the government, Rex... I think they're pretty serious," Superboy replied. He broke the ice cream in the to-go cup, eating spoon-tipped bites of ice cream saturated in carbonated rootbeer residue. It was by no means a sophisticated dessert, but it made Superboy feel good. "They want me in a school, and I wanna attend school at Gotham Academy."

"And Roxy wants a pair of Jimmy Chus," Rex replied, "Try to be more realistic S-B."

"And another thing... I don't wanna be Superboy all the time anymore. I—. Maybe you can call me Conner when I'm dressed like this," Conner suggested.

"Conner? Where the hell did you get a name like that?" Rex asked.

"I don't know, Dad. I think it works for him... And maybe it'd help with the school thing," Roxy replied, "He could have an alter ego. All he needs is a new wardrobe... Preferably one that doesn't fit so snug." She tugged at his t-shirt.

"Not mine... I borrowed it from somebody," Conner defended himself, "And I know somebody who could get me into Gotham Academy. All I have to do is ask for their help."

He finished his rootbeer float and left Rex and Roxy with more questions than answers. He showered and slipped into bed, but not before texting Jason's phone. Conner didn't expect an answer. But he got one.

"Wanna hang out again? Or did you change your mind?" Jason replied through texts.

"Yeah... And I wanted to know if your stepmom could help me," Conner replied.

"She's not my stepmom, but yeah. Ask her in person tomorrow. Lmk, once you're on your way, I'll let you in. Pills kicked in, so I gotta go. Gn Conner," Jason answered.

"Gn, Jason," Conner replied. He stared at the ceiling until sleep flooded in.

*

Conner woke up to a phone call in the morning. Conner reached over the side of the bed, one wrist draped over his forehead as he answered. "What's up?" Conner grumbled.

"Sorry, were you asleep?" Jason asked.

"No," Conner lied. Jason laughed.

"I can call you back—."

"No... No," Conner sat up and ran a hand over his face. "What's up?"

Jason winced. "Are you hurt?" Conner asked.

"Nope," Jason replied cooly, "I fell."

"Jeez, are you okay?" Conner questioned as he got out of bed.

"Mhm. It's nothing," Jason replied, "I called to ask if you wanted to have breakfast and spend the day here. I'm making BLTs."

"Sick," Conner replied, "Let me get dressed. I'll be over there in fifteen minutes."

"No rush," Jason replied, "See you soon."

*

Meanwhile, Jason pulled himself up with Gromit's help and sat in his chair. "Good morning," Barbara greeted Jason. It wasn't a warm greeting. It felt like a question.

"Every morning is a good morning, Barbara," Jason answered, "What do you wanna know?"

"Jason, what was yesterday about?" Barbara questioned. She fixed her glasses as she looked at him. Barbara's eyes were unrelenting. They scanned him, knowing every part of him. She knew his truths and lies before he could tell them.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you about Superboy... But he seems nice. Doesn't he?" Jason asked.

"Jason... You had a panic attack yesterday," Barbara replied. Jason ran a hand through his hair. "Jason—."

"Uh-huh!" Jason interrupted. "Sorry... Yeah, sorry—. I—. Barbara, I have a confession to make. I have PTSD."

Barbara gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. "No! I never woulda guessed it," Barbara replied. Then they laughed. "Jason, does it have something to do with what Bruce did? He told me what happened that night... He told me you wouldn't talk about it."

"What is there to talk about? I don't even know what I saw," Jason lied, "I was pumped full of pain medication and—."

"Jason, he scared you that night, didn't he?" Barbara asked.

Jason tried to wheel past her, but her chair blocked him in. "Barbara cut it out. Please—."

"You promised you wouldn't mince your words with me," Barbara replied.

Jason hid his face in his hands, and Gromit rested his head on Jason's feet. "Like I said, I was messed up that night. I was on muscle relaxers, antibiotics, antidepressants, and sleeping pills and hadn't been home since before the accident... I was disoriented—."

"It doesn't make your experience any less valid or frightening, Jason. What did you feel?" Barbara asked. "I'll let you go once you're honest with me. I can't know if you're okay unless you talk to me."

"I was terrified, Barbara," Jason snapped, "I was having a bad reaction to the muscle relaxers... And I wanted him to take care of me. I wanted him, not Alfred or Dick or you or anybody else. I waited for him, and he was so messed up he didn't even see me. I know what-. I understand what he did to us, Barbara, but I never expected Bruce to pulverize him like that. He could've killed him that night... And who is Batman if—. Batman can't—."

"He was your father first. Bruce made a mistake and lost control, but you've gotta understand that it was all fresh. You were barely on solid foods after what happened to you—."

"And that's why I don't wanna be Robin anymore. If I get hurt out there, I don't know what he'll do... And that scares me. It's scarier than the thought of dying," Jason confessed, "I don't want anything to do with Robin anymore. I want Robin to stay dead."

"You still need to learn how to protect yourself, Jason. Sparring isn't about getting back in the field... It's about preparing for the inevitable. I'm not gonna push you, but I want you to know everyone would sleep a lot easier if they knew you had every tool at your disposal to protect yourself," Barbara explained, "We're not gonna be around all the time... And Bruce would have an easier time letting you grow up if he knew you'd be okay."

"Sparring, but no missions?" Jason questioned.

"Not a single one. It's a self-defense class," Barbara reassured him, "Taught by yours truly."

Jason smiled. "Barbara, has anybody ever told you you're a hardass?" Jason teased. Barbara messed up his hair.

"Just about everyone I've ever met," Barbara replied, "Now go make breakfast."

#fic #in the soup fic #superfam #batfam #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Barbara Gordon #Conner Kent #Roxy Leech #Rex Leech #Jason Todd Lives #Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain #Jason Todd Has PTSD #Conner Kent is Superboy #Good Friend Jason Todd #Protective Jason Todd #Overprotective Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon is Oracle #Disabled Characters #Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along #Good Parent Bruce Wayne #Developing Friendships #Sneaking Around #Disguise #Fluff and Humor #Secret Messages #Hiding in Plain Sight

[nithhaiahh]

Modern Au

Cannon Event

[Warning: This is a major event that happens for Nith inside the Modern Alternative Universe. The only person who has access to it is whoever makes it to be her love interest. This event happens after some dates, kisses and the character's confession, which Nith isn't able to answer back then.

She realizes she has feelings for your character and decides to stop hiding in the back for once in her life. This, is the result of it. Contains very strong themes, check hashtags. ]

It is very late, past midnight, the phone starts ringing.

A. Pick up the phone.

B. Ignore it until you get tired of listening to it.

You decide to grab it, the name that appears in the contact list is Nith's phone. You are surprised, it is the first time since you met that she calls you. Usually all your communications if not in person are by text messages but she had never called you. Never.

*Call Starts*

"H-Hello? H-hi I'm sorry, it's very late and you must be tired but I needed to talk to you."

You can hear a strange echo in the call, like static, it's easily product of her phone. You remember she had a very old cellphone, one of those that had a pixel screen and 2 colors.

"I hope you are fine or resting- I mean! I know I woke you up but what I'm trying to say is-"

You start to differentiate something between the static. An almost imperceptible background voice while hers sounded tired, broken, breathless.

"P-please I don't have much time, just listen."

A. Follow her request and listen.

B. Ask her what's going on.

With each second that noise became more perceptible, remember that it is an old phone, you can only imagine that if that is what you hear on the call, how loud it must be in person what she would be hearing...

"I know I have not been the best person to you. That it's hard to deal with someone like me who has almost no free time and lives tied up in a poor neighborhood. B-but I can't go on like this. I can't keep quiet anymore. This isn't living... and you taught me what is."

A. Ask her about the noise.

B. Keep listening.

It seemed that any question or sound made her more nervous, her words became even more clipped. The background sounds began to be banging, glass breaking, shouting, insults.

"I'M SORRY FOR LYING. Forgive me- Please, Im sorry for hiding so many things from you! For the countless times I didn't let you hug me. Forgive me, I wanted to but I couldn't! It hurt. You noticed it but I denied it. It's not that I didn't want to do anything about it, it's just that I couldn't. I can't. I'm- I'm lock. I'm afraid, I'm too afraid of him."

A. Confort her.

B. Ask for her direction.

The screams and curses were so loud that they dulled her voice a bit. At that moment, a wooden surface was heard to break. The voice of a man blinded by rage shouted her name. She was in panic.

"I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME. My room- I'm in my room. I'm scared! I can't jump is too high. I wanted to talk to you one last time. I wanted to be honest- AAAHHH!!!"

A gun was shot. Nith screamed at the same time as glass burst. It looked like she had been standing at the side of a window. She cries.

A. Ask if she is okay.

B. Run.

"I worked overtime not for me, it was to be away from home as much as possible. No, I didn't use the money for my studies, almost all of it was to cover this monster's addiction so he wouldn't beat me up. Yes, they were bruises. There were a lot of them and they hurt a lot, that's why I always covered my whole body. I never liked to be cold or act so crude, it was to protect myself. It was to protect you. You don't deserve this, you don't deserve to be burdened with this responsibility. But I'm afraid, I'm afraid that all of this will end and that I can't tell you..."

Noises can be heard, wood being hit and pulled out. You can clearly hear the man shouting that he was going to kill her.

"T-thank you. Thank you for smiling at me that day. Thank you for inviting me lunch, I hadn't eaten well in weeks. Thank you for caring about me, for making me laugh. For seeing through my mask, for giving me time and space. Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for the messages, for the outings, for the dates. Thank you for asking me to be your girlfriend. I should have hugged you more, I should have kissed you more."

More shots were heard. Nith stopped talking and just screamed in panic until one of the sounds made her scream louder than before. There was a thump, as if the phone had fallen. There was an argument and shouting between them. He screaming that he would kill her, she screaming for him to stop.

Within seconds she took the call again.

"I-is fine... Listen... I don't think you make it in time and... I'm sorry for giving you this one nightmare. You told me I should fight... I told father I had found someone I cared for... He didn't say anything, he left, I thought it was going to be fine but he came back drunk and with..."

The lock on her door was getting hit.

"I called the cops. I don't know if they will come. Last time they didn't... I just..."

She calls you by your name.

"I love you... I love everything about you. I love your eyes... your hair... your voice... I love you from the bottom of my heart. Thank y-"

The door hit the floor and the next thing you can hear is a muffled scream from Nith before being overshadowed by a large bang on the wall. Again... and again... and again. The phone is picked up and then abruptly the call gets cut off.

*Call ends*

If you didn't cut her much and started running, you have more chances of making it in time. As long as you make it to her location in 15 minutes or less, you might be able to get into the scene before the worst happens. You could get in between her father and her... whatever you do after that is your choice.

But all depends on how far you were from her apartment and whether you had a vehicle or not...

The scene was grotesque, there was blood everywhere. The police arrived but were unprepared for the magnitude of what had happened. They immediately called an ambulance. Miraculously enough, even with a gunshot wound and severe cuts, Nith had managed to hold against her father for 15 minutes before they [or you] arrived.

The ambulance arrived before she lost consciousness. They said there was not much chance of her survival, yet she gently touched her gloves, calmly, and asked them to let her die.

"I... don't... have... money..."

After that her heart stopped. If you convince them somehow to help her, on the way to the hospital, they are able to revive her.

If you ask for the police report you will learn that Nith had tried to denounce her father multiple times in the past, but the police in the area are friends of his. They drink together. It never proceeded. They would tell him everytime he did, and every time he would hit her worst. Right at that moment they were trying to minimize the magnitude of what happened, again. The gun belonged to one of them. That's why this time they did show up...

If you ask the neighbors, you will finally get some of her back ground. Her mother left with her older brother long ago when she was only 5. Since then her father tried to take care of her in hopes of getting her mother back by showing how good Rose was doing. That's right, her real name was Rose, not Nith. When her father learned that his ex wife had left him for someone else, he went mad. Since then, Rose was in charge of doing everything in the house while her father sat on the couch drinking. If she failed, she would get hit or drown on a bucket of water with ice. Somewhere in between those years, he got the sick idea that she was his property and the replacement of his wife. After all, she resembled her and her beauty. Thats why she was forced to dress as a man, so no one would look at her. They never spoke because they were scared of that man and his connections.

#nith reference~ #drabble #modern au #tw: blood #tw: abuse #tw: alcohol #very long drabble

[joe9cool]

COLLIDE -JUSTIN HERBERT-7

Sara decided to sneak away and sleep on the couch when Justin fell asleep. Her body didn't allow her brain to overthink. She fell asleep immediately.

When she woke up she found herself the same way. Justin was next to her, and Nova was at her feet. The sight made Sara smile, then she thought about last night or earlier this morning.

Why the fuck would Taylor be calling? Slowly, she got up and tiptoed to the kitchen counter where she left his phone.

There was one missed call, and then one text message. She looked over at Justin, who was still sleeping. She took her finger and tapped the screen of the iPhone.

Just like she thought though, it was password protected. She tried 4 different combinations for his birthday and nothing. Cursing softly, she didn't try any more attempts for fear that his phone would be disabled.

She reached for her phone and began scrolling through Instagram. Bored, she decided to go through Tumblr. Yes, she was the 2012- 2014 Tumblr girl but since fans her original account she had to make a fake fan one.

In her tags, she typed Justin Herbert. She found the usual photos, videos, and whatever people put in the tags. Sara found the blog section. She clicked on the first one.

The page was full of anonymous questions that the blogger was trying to answer. One remark was that he was following new girls while he was recovering. She got out of the app and went back to Instagram.

Finding his profile, she saw that the anon was right. His following Count went up,

And of course, he wasn't following her.

She got off her phone in general. She wasn't sure what to do. Was she supposed to confront him? What would she say?

Sara squealed when she felt an arm wrap around her. "You are so damn stubborn" He muttered, voice still sleepy. "I'm gonna have to tie you to my bed."

She shivered at the thought. "Maybe we can try that when you get better."

The room got hot. Her anger melted away. The sexual tension could be cut with a nice. Justin moaned, and his hand snuck up her sleep shirt to grab at her breast. "You'd like that huh? Tying you up so you can't move ." He pinched a nipple, then moved his hand slowly downwards.

Justin didn't know where this confidence came from. He wasn't much of a dirty talker. But one of the things he noticed was Sara enjoyed the sounds he made. She liked to make him fall apart and vice versa.

She was wet and he easily slid two fingers inside of her. He tried to steady his breathing as he felt the pain in his ribs. He probably should have asked the doc if sex was okay. Well maybe not, he wouldn't have gotten the answer he wanted.

As he began to pump in and out he was pushing his hard-on into her ass, well more like her back considering the height difference.

He added a third finger and shaped the round. Sara's mouth opened wide, her moans turned into cries as she came apart on his fingers. When she was able to turn around she was greeted by Justin's erection straining through his basketball shorts. She thought about it.

"How much pain are you in?"

"Umm."

"Justin Patrick, don't lie to me."

"It hurts, but this hurts more.” He pointed down. Sara still debated, then began to do the drawstrings on his shorts before reaching in and pulling his dick out. She slowly began jerking and he let off a soft moan. Sara sank to her knees and removed her shirt, after a bit she began licking his entire shaft, she heard Justin moaning but she saw he was tense. So she sped up, trying to make him finish as fast as possible.

“Sara” Justin rasped. “I want to be inside of you. Please” he trailed off in a moan as he finished in her mouth. After she swallowed, she got up from her knees. “Let’s wait til you are a bit more healed to try sex. Besides, you still can’t do certain things.”

“Well, I’m playing on Sunday so.” Sara whipped her head around. "What!"

Justin played it off. "I'm going to be at the facility reevaluating today. Plus it's just pain management if I get my injections. I should be good."

He was insane, he had to be, all those pain meds had to be getting to his head. "You need to sit out a few games."

Justin laughed. Which made her blood boil. "Good one babe, but the team and I have high expectations this year."

"We are talking about your long-term health which is more important. Justin this season doesn't matter if you're injured."

He muttered something which pissed her off. "What was that?"

He stood up straighter. "I said it's easy for you to say since you never played a sport."

"Don't you throw that in my fucking face! What are you my family now? I'm just trying to help you and see that just because the organization wants you to play doesn't mean you have to!"

He rolled his eyes. "Okay yeah let me just explain that I don't feel comfortable. Let down a whole fan base and the organization."

"The fans would understand, I mean on Twitter the fans want the best for you."

He gritted his teeth. "I don't give a fuck about what people on Twitter say. My life isn't on social media like yours."

"Says the guy who is on Instagram liking pictures of other women and can't follow his fucking girlfriend."

"Wow, really Sara? So that's what this is about? You're upset because I followed a couple of people? You know how I am. I'm private, I don't want anyone to know about me."

"I understand that but fuck." She almost brought up Taylor but decided against it.

Justin waited. "Are you done? Have you come to your senses? I have to get ready and head to the facility." He walked out of the room.

They ignored each other the rest of the time and once she heard his car pull out of the garage, she decided to let out some steam. She drove back to her house, got her roller skates, and came back to his house. His neighborhood was quiet, no one bothered them.

Little did she know she was being followed. Jack Lange, a well-known insider for OK magazine caught her as she was leaving her driveway. It was a slow day, so he decided to follow her. He wasn't in his usual hideout van, he learned to ditch it since it made it so obvious.

He was trailing behind Sara at a distance. As he followed her into Irvine, he became confused. She was never around this area, well at least where she was normally photographed. Jack knew she kept a low profile, so he didn't usually take too many photos especially if her family was in town.

However, as she pulled into an unknown driveway he pulled off to the next street. Typing in the address and street. He couldn't find any information on the owner.

He waited, maybe she was visiting a friend's house. It couldn't be someone on her team. Irvine wasn't a spot for celebrities or anyone in entertainment.

Slowly he turned the car back onto the street. He saw her again, she was rollerblading this time. Upon closer look, She was wearing a mask with a baseball cap with 'O' on it, also a shirt that looked way too big on her. Jack would guess that it was a man's.

Hmmm, this was interesting. Maybe this was a guy's house? Someone she could be seeing? If it was, this could be big news. Everyone saw how the whole thing with Harry Styles went down. This could be a big story. Hollywood's darling found new love?

He thought about calling his boss, but he didn't want to put too many leads on this case. If this led to a big story, he could reap the rewards. He would get a fat bonus.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stay like this forever, as he got a call from said boss saying that there was Kylie Jenner out and about. Saving the address in his GPS and his notes. He drove off.

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Justin was still pissed about the fight earlier. He wanted her for help and company not to be his mom. If he wanted to play, he was going to fucking play. No one was gonna tell him no.

As he got ready in the locker room, he spotted Ekeler walking in. "So a little birdie told me your girl stopped by a couple of days ago."

Justin rolled his eyes. Mike had a big mouth. "She's a friend, and yeah I forgot something."

"Man, come on she's more than that and you know it. I have never seen you like this over anyone. You're all in good spirits and you have a life outside of football. You took Staley's advice and relaxed"

"Look, we have just been hanging out together and having fun. That's all."

"Does she know that? Or are you stringing her along?" Justin was quiet. "She met your folks my guy that isn't just a 'friend'."

Austin took a deep breath and then continued. "You got Taylor coming around and asking us why you're not contacting her. No one has said anything, but someone is going to slip. She's not just going to go quietly. You owe her an explanation and you better do it soon before it blows up in your face.

Justin was fed up. "Look, my number one priority is football. This team, this organization, is all I care about. That's all I want to talk about." He got up and walked up signaling the end of the conversation.

Overall rehab was going okay. A couple of days, along with the exercises and meds have been going well. They were optimistic that he would be playing Sunday in Jacksonville. The rest of the day was spent watching videos and coming up with a plan of attack against the Jags and Trevor Lawrence. By the time Justin was back and getting ready to leave it was late.

Out of the corner of his eyes. He saw Austin approach him cautiously. Austin held his hands up as a defense mechanism. "Look. I get it. It's all new and you're not sure how to handle this new relationship and her career. But Justin, you got a good woman, a woman who has millions of guys lined up ready to take your place. Please realize what you have. Don't wait til it's too late."

Justin only nodded, still not wanting to have this conversation.

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Sara still wasn't feeling better after rollerblading. It was now dark out, and she had gone out pretty far. So far, she didn't know where she was.

Fuck. She didn't know who to call, Justin? He didn't even text her back when she asked what he wanted for dinner. She just left it alone then. If he wanted to be a baby that was fine.

She was a stubborn woman, many people including Justin have told her that. She was also independent. Learning at a young age that asking for favors would have it thrown back in her face, especially being in this business.

As she tried to backtrack her steps she thought about the red carpet next month. Seeing Harry would bring back so many emotions. She wouldn't know what to say to him. The falling out between them and Olivia had been so brutal. She had seen how she had tried to do damage control, and her publicist reached out to Heidi to get her to play into her game. Sara was done with the act, not that ever went along with it in the first place.

She had also gotten a call from her agent saying she had to be in New York for a week for a photo shoot for Michael Kors's campaign. It was a big one she couldn't miss. Plus she could spend time with Ann-Sophie, and celebrate her God daughter's 2nd birthday. She just needed to tell Justin. Speaking of, Shouldn't he be home right now?

Eventually, she was able to trace her steps or blades and came back into an empty house. Deciding to order uber eats something, she found a local Mexican restaurant.

During her meal, she texted Justin.

I ordered Mexican, I got tacos in the fridge when you get home

An hour had gone by with no response. She was now pissed. At least fucking answer me she thought.

It was now ten pm and she was very tired, lately, exhaustion had been hitting her hard. This time she slept in the guest room again not wanting to be near Justin.

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Justin found himself at Taylor's place.

He had run into her in the parking lot, they began talking and he just followed her to her place. He felt bad about blowing her off and she was very persistent. Plus they were friends before anything became physical between them.

They had just talked, she told him about her vacation while he caught her up with his off-season.

"I saw you went to Joseph Grant's wedding." She took a sip of her wine. "It looked fun."

Justin smiled. "Yeah I had a good time, I'm glad Mike made me go."

"The whole cast was there right?"

He was wondering why she was asking. "Um yeah, I didn't pay attention."

Taylor sat on the couch next to him. "Well, I saw photos. Sara Wozniak is so beautiful. Did you see her?"

At the mention of her, Justin felt guilt wash over him. "Um yeah sort of, she said hi to me and we talked about the season. She's been to a couple of our games."

Taylor smiled. "Oh, I have seen her from afar. She was at the home opener. I wanted to say hi, maybe next time."

"Yeah maybe."

She scooted closer to him. "I'm glad you're here Justin." Her finger began sliding up and down her hand which made him nervous. "Did the doctor say anything about physical activity?" He knew what she was implying and it made him uncomfortable.

"Um yeah, I'm banned from physical activity."

"Well, I think you did a good job with the stretches today. I'm sure we could go a little further." He felt her breath on her neck. "I missed you."

As soon as her lips touched her neck. He jumped up, almost knocking her off the couch. "Listen, Taylor, I'm not comfortable with this right now. This injury Is pretty serious. I don't wanna mess up anything before the game."

He saw the look of anger and then confusion on her face. "Um well, in that case, uh who has been taking care of you at home?"

"My parents have done a pretty good job, I'm pretty set."

"But you can't have sex?" She got up and got close to him and wrapped her arms around him. Before he could speak she pressed her lips to his.

It lasted three seconds before he pushed her off. "I got to go. I'll see you later."

He grabbed his bag and practically ran out the door.

Once he got to his car he drove off a few blocks so he didn't have Taylor come down from her apartment.

Once he pulled over he let out the breath he had been holding. Holy fuck he just cheated. Well, they didn't establish where they were at. But he was dishonest. Taylor kissed him, not the other way around it.

He couldn't justify it, either way, either way, he felt like shit. He was having an internal battle with himself. What should he say? What should he do?

He looked at his phone to see the text messages from Sara which made him feel worse. After about ten minutes, he drove around his neighborhood for a good half an hour.

It was late when he arrived home. The lights were out, and when he peeked into the guest room Sara was sound asleep. This time he didn't bother her and went to bed.

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The morning came and went, and Justin wasn't there when Sara woke up. Which was odd, she expected a good morning or a kiss. ‘He was probably busy.’

Justin was probably back to his regular training. I mean it had been a week since his injury and he was feeling better, although Sara wondered if he would tell anyone the truth. After she got ready, she decided to head to the gym by her house before stopping by and packing for New York. She had spoken to Bella, who had agreed to let her stay with her since the apartment is close to the studio and she would be in Tokyo for their fashion week. Things were still sort of tense between them, Bella had no qualms about letting Sara know how she felt about Justin. She would be taking Erika for support, and well since she is her assistant it would work out well.

She packed the main things, all of her outfits for that week were waiting for her at the studio, she just needed her lounge clothes. She was halfway through packing when she got a text.

‘There's going to be a ton of press at the game Sunday. I’d feel better if you didn't.

She stared at the message in disbelief. Of course, because it would look too suspicious. She thought bitterly. How dare that be the first thing he said to her after not coming home. He wanted to be a jerk. Fine she could be one too.

'Actually my flight for New York leaves tonight. I'll be gone for a week and a half doing campaigns. Forgot to tell you'

She hit send and then called Erika to arrange a private jet as soon as possible. She was so pissed at him. Serves him right.

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Justin was feeling relieved, he had to shoot an interview with Taylor on the field prior to the game Sunday and he didn't want Sara and her to have a run in. He didn't want to deal with that. It sucked that she had to be in New York. He wanted to apologize in person for how he acted (among other things) but he wasn't going to mention that.

He replied back. 'Miss you, have a safe flight. Text me when you land'

Within the minute he got the 'okay miss you' text.

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Sara loved New York, she thought about moving way too many times. Although that probably wouldn't happen.

They got to Bella's upscale penthouse as soon as they landed. After a shower and preparing whatever her friend had in the fridge. She read over the itinerary Heidi had sent over.

It was going to be a hectic week. As she was looking over everything she noticed something caught her eye.

Friday: Michael kors fitting

Saturday Michael kors shoot campaign

Sunday: Lexi's 2nd birthday party

Monday: Harry styles concert at MSG

Tuesday: the tonight show

Wednesday: finish Michael kors campaign approve final picture editorials

Thursday: flight 9:00am

She called Heidi.

"Sara my darling it's really late, I thought we'd discuss everything at the fitting tomorrow."

"I'm not going to Harry's concert."

"Oh dear, Harry's team reserved a seat for you in the front. I checked out the spot, no one will be by you, and you won't be near Olivia I promise."

"Not the point Heidi. I just don't want to deal with that."

"Look the executives at Warner Brothers want a united front, they are already upset you bowed out of all of the promotion for don't worry darling."

"They can't say anything. I did go to Venice, didn't I?"

"And you showed up late, gave the impression to Olivia you weren't going to show and threw shade " Heidi grumbled.

Sara couldn't help but smile at the memory. "Yeah that was great "

"If you want to work with Warner Brothers in the future you need to show at least your cordiality. This concert and taking pictures at the premiere are going to fool the fans. You're an academy award Nominee, you can sell it to the public."

Sara pinched her nose. "Look, I'll think about it. That's all I'm gonna say. I got to go, we got to be at the studio at 5am. I'll see you tomorrow."

She hung up. After doing her nightly skin routine. She got into the bed and decided to message Justin.

S: I'm in NYHow was practice?

J:good. Starting to throw. I should be ready for Sunday."

S:I'm glad. Any major issues?

J: No, I have been doing the injections for the pain and have been feeling normal. What are you doing right now?

S: I just into bed

J: without me? 😜

She snorted at the response

S: okay you little fuckboy.

J: you send pictures?

She giggled. Feeling a little frisky, she pulled down her tank top to reveal her breasts. After making sure her nipples were hard. She took the selfie of just her chest. After deciding it was good enough she sent it.

J: Holy Fuck. You fucking tease.

Deciding to push it further she pulled her shorts down to expose everything once getting the perfect shot she sent that

J: babe stop oh my god. You're perfect.

S: your turn Herbert

He didn't send anything for.a few minutes and she was beginning to wonder if he would send anything. Probably not guys like him don't want to risk it. Suddenly she heard the iPhone message notification.

J: I've never done this before so sorry if it's not very sexy

She opened the file to see his hand wrapped around his hard dick. She could tell the background of his bedroom.

S: I wish you were here. I give anything to have that inside me.

J: I love being inside you. It's like heaven. Get back on the plan right now.

She began playing with herself. Trying to replicate Justin's movements. Justin had ended up facetiming her and they engaged in facetime sex. It wasn't awkward as they thought it would be. It was nice, it was hot as they finished together. Sara had fallen asleep quickly as she had to be up in a few hours.

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Over the next couple of days it was pure chaos. Sara had to be up and ready to head to the studios. Her plandid paparazzi photos were hitting social media and everyone was eating them up.

She and Justin had barely kept in touch. They exchanged a couple of messages throughout the day and snuck a phone call at night. Sara missed him a lot, she missed his humor, his laugh, how he would go over plays with her.

She was happy, she was in love with Justin. So it wouldn't hurt to attend Harry's show? It would be his last night of his Residency at MSG. She missed his music, she had gone to shows when they were together and missed the electrifying atmosphere and all of his amazing fans.

This would show that she could put the past in the past. That she was ready to move on. Maybe they will become friends again, maybe they won't. But they would always have the utmost respect.

Sara never told Justin anything about Harry. He had never asked, so she didn't tell. She wondered if he knew, but he wasn't a big social media celeb gossip man so she doubted it. Speaking of, she kept checking Justin's status, as now it was going to be a gametime decision. She knew Justin wanted to play, and hoped it wasn't too serious for him to not play.

The pain shots seemed to be helping him a lot as she caught the video of him practicing. It was like nothing was wrong.

Another thing she was doing was checking Taylor's instagram. As of Friday night, she was in Arizona. Which settled Sara's nerves a bit. At least she wasn't too close to Justin.

She still didn't know how to approach the topic or how she found out about her. She could lie, say she was googling his name and hers popped up. It wouldn't technically be a lie. However she knew Justin would just brush it off, she needed to actually corner him where he couldn't deny or downplay it.

As she was sitting in the chair getting her makeup touched up for the next shoot, she decided to put off the topic for now.

The first half of the shoot went well, she was shown in casual street wear attire. After six hours, the crew decided to break for lunch. While Sara was munching on her lunch, she decided to check the Chargers news. She watched Justin's presser. He seemed annoyed, and tried to downplay his injury. Then she noticed the Twitter sidebar.

@TaylorBisciotti

THIS JUST IN: Justin Herbert listed as questionable for LAC vs. JAGS

Hmm that's odd. Justin didn't mention that this morning when they were texting. Also Taylor is in Arizona how the fuck would she get that info?

At any mention of her name put Sara in a sour mood. She thought back to the Tumblr blogs she found. Going through her book marks, she found the one blog she was looking for.

There were new responses

'Of course Taylor got the inside scoop first. She's banging him. Major perk I guess.

'I don't understand why she would want to damage her career like that.'

'Hey [blog name] there's a photo of Justin and Taylor going around on Twitter. They were spotted together at a restaurant'

That jolted Sara. The blog asked if it was recent to which the anon responded yes. Quickly, she went to Twitter and typed in the names. She did about ten minutes of scrolling to find nothing.

When she went back to the blog, she saw the anon was called out for not providing proof. This made Sara feel a little better, Justin wouldn't take that chance. He would be out and about with Taylor like that would he?

"Sara! We need to get you to the next outfit change."

Damn it, she spent her whole lunch fucking thinking of this shit. She needed to get it together.

The last six hours of the shoot were the worst. She was supposed to be smiling, laughing, playing in the leaves. Her face was showing nothing of those emotions. Her manager Jesi had to pull her aside and tell her to get it together.

Even then the photos were only decent.

They weren't the best, and The editing team had to work wonders for them to approve the final shot that would be in magazines, and the billboard on Times Square.

It was very late by the time Sara got back to the apartment. She did a once over of the gift she had gotten for Little Lexi. Her goddaughter was obsessed with peppa pig, with her father being British and all. It was going to be slightly awkward as Ann-Sophie had texted her earlier that Lexi's dad, George was bringing his new girlfriend, and that there had been a massive fight over it.

Sara never cared for George, she had met him while she was doing backup vocals for the 1975's new album. She had become good friends with Matty and the others. But she just couldn't stand the drummer. Unfortunately, Ann-Sophie was in town for London fashion week, and decided to drop by the studio for lunch. George was immediately smitten, and before Sara knew it, everyone knew they were a couple.

George was a London playboy, and there was no getting that through her best friend. However Sara thought it was going to be just a summer fling considering London and New York were miles apart.

Then a little after their first anniversary Ann-sophie and George sat all of their friends and families down and announced she was pregnant. Stunned, angry, were just some of the emotions that Sara felt.

Quarantine came, and although Sara wasn't happy about the pregnancy, she supported her best friend through phone calls and facetimes. And once little Alexandra 'Lexi' Daniel arrived in September 2020. It was love at first sight and she was proud to be her godmother. Even getting a little 'L' tattooed on her wrist with her parents.

George was a great dad, despite having a bad breakup. They tried to keep things cordial for the sake of Lexi, and if Ann-Sophie could do it, so could she.

Before bed Sara had texted Justin that she missed him. She got no response. He was probably still bitter that he was questionable for tomorrow.

Meanwhile all the way in Arizona, Taylor was excited that Sara Wozniak viewed her story.

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The party was a hit so far, despite George and Ann Sophie's awkward introduction to Charli, it was so far so good.

Sara had taken Lexi to get their butterfly face paintings, and had played some peppa pig board games. She had conversed with Matty and both of Lexi's grandparents. She sorta felt like a host herself, helping with drinks and food setup. George had a carnival food truck style buffet. After fulfilling her godmother duties for now, she was in the kitchen having a glass of wine with ann-sophie and other castmates flew in. But despite having an overall good time, she was nervous.

Justin had messaged her saying he was going to do pregame reps and see how he felt, then make a decision on whether he was going to go for the pain shot and play.

The game didn't start til 4pm New York time, so she was going to have to wait and see. He didn't message her anything after that.

To make matters worse, Sara had seen that Taylor updated her Twitter status, and that she was back in Los Angeles ready to cheer on the bolts. It pissed her off to know end, and the alcohol wasn't helping anything. Again she understood Justin's privacy. But there was a stark difference between secretive and private damn it. She wanted to talk to her best friend about what this all meant, but this wouldn't be the time or place.

Well her best friend knew her too well. When they had the chance to be alone together while setting up the two tier peppa cake the questioning began. "So how's Justin? I saw he's playing today."

Sara got out the candles. "I just saw."

"Are you terrified?"

"Not really, he's been doing very well. " truth be told she was terrified out of her fucking mind. Justin had downplayed a lot about the pain. Sara had read up on the injection shot he would be taking, the risks of what happened to Tyrod. One wrong move from the O-line could get him more injured than he already was.

"Anyway. So how are you guys doing relationship wise? You guys are together right? It's official?"

"Yes it is. Everything is great." Sara lied. She knew she was being a hypocrite. If the shoe was on the other foot she would have given ant of her friends a mouthful and how he wasn't shit, and here she was. But again it wasn't the time or place.

Before any more questions could be asked. They heard a squeal from Lexi in the other room. Ann-sophie grabbed the cake while Sara had her phone ready to record. Seeing little Lexi's face light up with delight made everyone's cares go away. George and Ann-Sophie looked like a happy family as they posed by the other side of their daughter in her birthday high chair. Charli looked pissed at being left out. Sara tried to be cordial with her bit it seemed that the singer didn't want anything to do with anyone but George, not even his own daughter.

Sara was trying to distract herself by handing out gifts and more cleaning. Lexi loved the kitchen set her godmother gave her. She was a spoiled little girl, but her parents would never raise her to be a spoiled brat. Her mother made sure of that. It made her wonder how Justin would be as a dad. He loved kids, and his little diary entry of him wanting three like his family made her all warm inside.

Speaking of, she was trying not to spend all of her time looking on her phone, but she really wished she had an exclusive cable package with the NFL. She will be doing that the first thing when she gets home.

So far the Chargers were down 6-0 in the second quarter. She didn't glance at Twitter. She knew how it was, she had seen that Justin threw an interception. God she knew this was going to be bad. It only gotten worse as the Jags scored. She believed in Justin, she really did. But man was this tough.

As she heard her name being called, she decided to put the phone down until the game was over.

Duty calls.

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The game didn't end well.

Sara was baffled that he played the entire game. There were more injuries to the team's core. A team that should have been easily beatable blew them out. When she had gotten back to Bella's place

She texted him.

S: 'I am proud of you. Even though I think it was reckless for you to play the whole game'

J: I don't wanna talk about it. This is my job, you don't see me telling you how to do yours

S: My job doesn't involve long term injuries.

J: if you're just going to try to be my mom. don't talk to me

'Well fuck you then' Sara thought. Asshole.

She left it alone. Bored, she watched tiktoks for a good hour until she felt her eyes drop. But she was stubborn and continued on to Twitter.

What she saw next made her heart drop.

@taylorbisciotti: My exclusive interview with Justin herbert following the team's loss to the Jags

She clicked the video. It was Justin looking upset. Taylor introduced herself to the camera. However when she turned to look at Justin he smiled at her.

Sara's blood boiled.

He seemed to be sort of moody, however he made sure he was polite as always.

Couldn't be nice to the girl who's throat you came down. Motherfucker.

In that moment she was so mad she clicked off and opened her messenger app

To Heidi

Hey Heidi , I changed my mind, save the seats for my friend and I at MSG

#justin herbert #alexa writes collide #nfl imagine

[hippolotamus]

Snippet Sunday

I was tagged by @treluna4 @alysiswriting and @stereopticons 😘 This is something that’s been twirling in my brain. No guarantees it’ll go beyond this but here goes…

“‘Lexis!” Twyla bolts up in bed, orienting herself to the room lit only by a patch of moonlight. She reaches to the other half of the bed, grasping at air, and it takes her a moment to realize — to remember — she’s alone because Alexis is away. This always happens the first night, but she still isn’t used to it, even after three years of marriage.

Twyla’s breathing evens out and her heart stops pounding against her ribcage long enough to recall specific details. Alexis is traveling for Interflix until Thursday and her flight arrives at Gate B at 9:37 pm. Thursday morning, just before she opens the cafe, Twyla will text Alexis in a final attempt to let her pick Alexis up at the airport rather than take a rideshare. Alexis will immediately text back ‘Thanks, babe. I’ll be fine 😘’. Twyla will shake her head and roll her eyes in faux exasperation. Love you, too.

The clock tells her it’s 4 am – too late to fall back asleep and too early to get up for the day. She throws back the covers, sitting up and sliding her feet into the shearling-lined slippers David and Patrick gave her last Christmas.

She walks downstairs to the kitchen for tea, the wood flooring creaking a little with each step. They’ve talked about replacing it with something more modern, but Alexis always relents to Twyla’s insistence that silencing the floor will make the house lose its personality. (And because Twyla won’t be able to tell where the active spirits are.)

The kettle whistles, softly at first, building to a crescendo and spitting out steam until Twyla turns off the burner. She pours the boiling water into her favorite sunflower mug, adds a sachet of lavender tea and flips the tea timer. Is Alexis awake? I hope she’s getting enough rest. Did she remember to pack her sleep mask? Is Seattle nice? Maybe we can tour the northwest next summer. Or would New England in the Fall be better?

A text notification pulls Twyla from her thoughts. She smiles when she sees it’s Alexis, and giggles when she opens the message.

Soooo many meetings today I can’t even see straight. Already can’t wait to get home.

Another message comes through almost immediately. Wait, why are you awake? You’re supposed to be sprawling across our bed for another 40 minutes.

Who’s to say I’m not sprawling? Twyla sends back. Actually I only wish I was. I woke up for no reason and couldn’t go back. Having some tea.

Twyla’s phone immediately rings with a FaceTime request.

“Hey, Lex,” she says softly. “Shouldn’t you be going to bed?”

“I’d much rather talk to you. How was your day, babe?”

Twyla tells her about George almost spilling a pot full of soup all over the kitchen. How Kelsey is really getting the hang of waitressing and only got six orders mixed up.

“Oh, Roland and Jocelyn came in saying something about David’s bathroom being too small and getting thrown out of the Apothecary.”

Alexis grimaces. “Ew, ew, ewww. There’s not enough mind bleach in the world for that. Ugh, poor David.”

“Don’t worry. I slipped an extra chocolate muffin in with his lunch order. Tell me about Seattle.”

“I wish I could,” Alexis pouts. “I went straight from the airport to my hotel, had just enough time to get changed before I had to meet with the head of marketing at the office. Then it was basically non-stop until I texted you.”

“Alexis—”

“I know, I know. But I did have a smoothie and got a big salad for dinner.”

“You can take care of yourself, I know that. I just… worry.”

“And I love you all the more for it.” Alexis kisses the tip of her finger and presses it to the screen.

Twyla gives her a soft smile in return. She’s not ready to let her go yet, but Twyla also knows Morning Alexis will be irritable and grumpy if Night Alexis doesn’t get enough rest. “You should sleep, Lex.”

“I don’t want to, but I should. Talk tomorrow?”

“You mean later today?” Twyla teases.

“Mmmm,” Alexis sticks out her tongue. “Yeah, that. Goodnight, babe. Or good morning?” She laughs, covering her face with her hands. “Ugh, I’m so tired. Have a good day. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Sweet dreams.”

#snippet sunday #twyla sands #alexis rose #twylexis #a little soft moment #hippo writes #💙🦛

[streamofcolor]

All The Same- JMKxOFC

word count: 553

synopsis: She was tired of it all. Scared to make a big change, but her best friend convinced her.

warnings: possibly triggering content. please read at your own discretion

disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction. i do not know JMK, nor any member of GVF.

taglist: @sweetboitom @doodle417 @joshkiszkas @sarakay-gvf @lightmyluv @theweightofstardust @hippievanfleet

I grinned as I pulled up into the parking space that read the number of my new home. Leigh had been so kind as to take care of almost everything for me and wait for me all day. She and her fiancé, Joseph, were sitting on the stoop of the duplex waving to me as I pulled the truck in. I jerked it into park and didn’t even bother to shut it off before I ran and met her with a bear hug.

This was my first time physically meeting Leigh and her fiancé in person. We had only communicated via social media, facetime, and text message. She had been my reason to breathe for the past months and my motivation to get out of the situation I was in. When she told me she found me the duplex I now called home, I immediately sent her the deposit and she reserved it for me.

Joseph took the truck and reversed it into the parking space to make it easier to load everything and the hours of moving everything began. At the end of it, we were all exhausted. Joseph suggested that we order a pizza and that is exactly what we did. We sat, ate, and talked. Leigh told me all the things that we would do in the coming months. Soon before midnight, they headed out.

I crumpled into my bed and immediately went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I had a message from Leigh with an address to her favorite coffee shop where we should meet up. I got dressed in my favorite green floral dress and my tan knee high boots. I also grabbed a light sweater, just in case I got too cold. Leigh had told me all about how Michigan could have severely cold temperatures. I tied my hair in the messy braid I always have and tied that into a bun on the top of my head.

I headed out the door and thankfully, Joseph had also disconnected my car from the moving truck so I could at least drive that to the little shop. It was a newer model car. Not brand new, but it had some nice features. It was also really ugly- but it got me from point a to point b.

The traffic in Michigan was nothing like back home. I was used to aggressive drivers constantly running red lights and stop signs. The drivers here were much nicer and willing to let you merge if you needed to. I finally found the little shop and parked in the small parking lot beside it. I sat in my car for a few minutes before Leigh texted me that she’d be there in 20. I decided to go in because my car was getting a little cold. I locked my car doors, listening for the beep. I didn’t hear it immediately after pressing the lock button twice, so I stopped in my tracks, fumbling with the buttons.

“Battery might be close to dying.” I heard a stranger yelling from beside my car.

I turn around to see the face of the stranger talking to me.

“I heard the doors lock but it didn’t alarm, so you may need to replace the battery.” The guy said as I stared.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #my sunshine boy #fan fiction #sam gvf #greta van fleet imagine #peaceful army #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #sammy kiszka #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue #my writing #jakey #josh gvf

[littleforksuperiority]

Unbelievable Chapter VI (Sherlock x Reader fanfic)

Links to Chapter I and Chapter VII

3248 words

Chapter VI

We made a quick stop at the police station to inform Lestrade of the situation. While John went in to handle everything, I stayed with Sherlock. No more than five minutes after John had left, Lestrade came running out amused over Sherlock’s condition.

‘You two are getting chummy, huh?’ he said, laughing over how Sherlock was practically laying on top of me. I rolled my eyes as he took some pictures. He promised that they would look for Irene, and we drove home.

Arriving at 221b I helped carry Sherlock to his room. He had finally fallen asleep and was no longer tensing his muscles.

‘Why don’t you go home and relax,’ John asked.

‘Thank you, but honestly, I’d rather just stay here and watch over Sherlock.’

‘But I assure you that he isn’t going anywhere the next couple of hours.’

‘I know but… I’d just like to be here, and make sure that he continues to feel alright.’

John sighed ‘alright then,’ and pulled one of the chairs from the dining table to the room. I sat down and continued to for the next few hours. When the clock hit 8 John asked if I could go get us some takeout. I realised that he may want to be with Sherlock when he woke up and decided to do so. I was lazy, so I just got us pizza from the pizzeria down the street. I ordered two ordinary Pizza’s. When I came back to the flat, I could hear Sherlock yelling, so I hurried into the room.

‘Where is she!?’ he asked.

‘What?’ asked John

‘Where is she?’

‘Oh, Irene Adler? She’s gone, no one can find her.’

Sherlock facepalmed. ‘Y/N’ he said. I came into the room a few seconds later. ‘You’re awake!’ I said, hugging Sherlock. He tensed up for a moment in surprise but then relaxed. As I moved away Sherlock stumbled. ‘Sherlock! Are you okay?!’

‘Okay? I am always okay.’ He mumbled.

‘Go back to sleep. I’m sure you’re hungry, but just sleep some more, and you’ll feel better again.’

‘I’m fine!’ Sherlock mumbled.

‘Definitely. Tiptop condition. But please get some rest.’ Sherlock crawled back into bed, and I laid the duvet over him. John and I then walked out of the room. Walking out I noticed that Sherlock’s coat was hanging on his door. Didn’t Irene take it?

‘Sorry if I ruined your romantic moment there,’ I said to John. He sighed. ‘There’s more romance between you two than me and him,’ he responded. I froze. ‘Yeah right!’ I said and sat down to eat the pizza. Doing dinner John and I talked about work and such. He then asked about my education and I about his time in the army. It was nice to have a conversation with him. And it didn’t get boring. You see, I am usually not really one for small talk. As I looked at the clock, I realised that we had talked for two hours. It was 10:23, so I decided to head straight for bed. I was still worried for Sherlock. I had really grown to care for him. I sighed. John was going to look out for him.

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As the alarm clock rang, I quickly got dressed and hurried upstairs to flat b. John opened the door as I knocked. ‘Sherlock’s still out cold,’ he said.

‘But he’s alright?’

‘Looks like it.’

I smiled. Thank God. Then I heard something from Sherlock’s room. I went over to the door and knocked. No response. I knocked again. Still no response. Worried if he’d had fallen off the bed, or some other way injured himself, I went in. Sherlock was still in his bed, sleeping. He looked so peaceful. I smiled. Then another sound came from the cloak on the door. It was… a woman… moaning? Wtf. I went over to the cloak and reached into the pocket. In there was nothing but a phone. There were three unopened messages. They read as follows:

‘Till the next time, Mr Holmes’

‘Good morning, Mr Holmes’

‘Feeling better?’

Were these… texts from Irene? How did she get his phone number? Oh. She came over to return the coat. But when? The jacket had appeared yesterday, and I’d been there the entire time, except for when I went down for pizzas. Had she visited while I was away? But John had been there! I sighed over the fact that I couldn’t figure it out.

‘Y/N?’ a voice said behind me. I put the phone back and turned around, to see Sherlock awake, but still lying in bed. He had a dazed look over him.

‘Good morning, Sherlock. How are you feeling?’

‘Fine. I’m fine,’ he replied. Oh, Sherlock. When would he learn that it was alright to admit when you are feeling down? John came into the room, as he had heard the sound of Sherlock’s voice.

‘Did you wake him up?’ he whispered with a disappointed look on his face.

‘I didn’t mean to, I only sighed!’ I said defensively.

‘No, she didn’t wake me up, John.’ Sherlock replied and tried to stand up. I rushed over to him as he fell.

‘Oh Sherlock, you klutz.’ I helped him back into bed and ruffled his hair. He looked at me with the same dazed look as before. It was a rare sight, seeing Sherlock all confused. ‘Now go back to sleep. No, you mustn’t work on another case today.’ Sherlock grunted, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Then I wished the boys goodbye and hurried to the tube. I was late. Again.

As I hurriedly arrived at James’s, I apologised to a waiting customer for the waiting time and thanked her for staying. I quickly unlocked the door and got on with work. Of course, getting on with work was not exactly difficult. As soon as I had served the lady, I arranged some new books that had arrived in the night. All this was soon done, so I returned to my book from ereyesterday near the end of my shift, I heard the bell chime and looked up to see a familiar face. James. Funny how he was called James and the bookshop I work in was called James’s. For a moment the thought of the name James being a fake one. Nah. That stuff only happens in movies. This is not a movie. Not even a proper book.

‘Am I interrupting?’ James asked with a small grin. Oh right. I suppose time doesn’t stop when you think like it does in movies. I looked down apologetically.

‘I came by here yesterday, but you weren’t here. I thought maybe I’d done something wrong, and you were avoiding me.’

‘Oh no, no! It just turns out that drinking on a work night is stupid. Also, I cannot hold my liquor.’ James chuckled.

‘I see. So, I did nothing wrong?’

‘Of course not, James. I’m sorry for ruining our date night.’ He chuckled

‘You didn’t ruin anything Y/N. I’m sorry for not noticing how much you drank.’

‘Oh James, that was my fault, not yours. Would you come over to my place after my shift? We can have a new date night. One without booze.’

He pretended to think for a little while and then said, ‘sure.’ I smiled.

James stayed at the book shop for the rest of my shift, and when I was done, he got a cab for us. He opened the door for me both on the way home, and when we arrived. He asked me about my day. Of course, I couldn’t be completely honest about yesterday, but I did tell him that I was hanging out with my neighbours. When I mentioned that they were men, a jealous face came over him. I giggled and I became flushed.

When we arrived at Baker Street, luckily Sherlock wasn’t there as usually was. I introduced my flat to James, and he put on a rom-com movie while I made some snacks. Popcorn and fresh-cut fruit. As we watched the movie, we couldn’t help but talk.

‘So, you really like kids? Do you plan on having children?’ I asked. He looked shocked. ‘Oh, shit, that’s probably not something you ask on second dates, right?’ I said with a grimace. I’d really f-ed this up.

‘No, it’s fine. Yes. I do plan on having kids, although I do want to settle down first,’ he said, sternly, which made me nervous. ‘Right, yes…’ I stuttered. He looked at me. Stared in fact. And then he burst out laughing, which made my face incredibly hot, and most definitely red. That made him laugh harder.

‘I’m just kidding Y/N,’ he smiled, which made me even more embarrassed, so he lightly petted my hair, moving slightly closer to me to do so. His dark eyes showed nothing but pure adoration at that moment.

As time went on, we stopped talking to pay attention to the movie. It was one of those cliché ones, which I normally do not watch, but being with James and watching this movie just felt right. The main character was called Josephine and she was not interested in falling in love. Then, she moved into a new flat. Her neighbour was a guy called Ronald. He was a real douchebag. But, as the movie went on, they became closer, and she saw a whole new side of him. A protective and caring side. She slowly but surely fell in love with him. I couldn’t help but think of Sherlock and me. Not because I was in love or anything, but I did move into a flat, and my neighbour did seem like a douche sometimes, although he wasn’t.

At some point, I think about halfway through the two-hour movie, I began to feel sleepy, and laid my head on James’s shoulder. I suppose it could be seen as an intimate thing to do, but I was just tired, and I, therefore, did not notice that. I tried my best to stay awake, but my eyelids quickly became heavy. Just a little while longer, I thought. Then, I woke up by James moving a little. I think he checked if I was awake. I stayed like this with closed eyes, as I realised how weird it was for me to just lean in on him. Then, I felt him move again, softly touching my head. He kissed my head. I sat up, and he looked at me surprised.

‘I- I’m sorry!’ he stuttered. I just smiled and said, ‘It’s alright James. I was just surprised, that’s all.’ He smiled back. His smile gave me butterflies in my stomach, so I embarrassedly looked away so that he wouldn’t see my flushed cheeks. He chuckled and took my head in his hand. Then he turned it to look at him. I tried to find something to look at, other than his dark beautiful eyes, but failed. Then he leaned in and closed them. As I felt his soft lips on mine, the butterflies exploded. A firework had gone off in both my mind and stomach. It was amazing. I kissed him back and closed my eyes. Did I actually like this guy?

Then the door to my flat opened. ‘Y/N, do you-‘ I head Sherlock say. Then he saw the two of us and stopped. ‘Oh.’ I leaned away from James.

‘Sherlock, what are you doing here?’ I said as I gave an apologetic look to the man who I had just kissed. James didn’t turn around but continued to look at me, confused.

‘I just wanted to ask you something, but I see you’re busy,’ he started to walk out. I quickly walked after him and closed the door.

‘Couldn’t you have knocked?’ I asked softly. Sherlock looked down at the floor.

‘I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.’

‘I don’t.’

‘Didn’t look that way.’

I punched him lightly in the shoulder. ‘What did you want to ask?’ I asked.

‘I wanted to introduce you to a previous case. Or rather, the guy behind it, because he’s still out there, and I want you to tell me if you see him.’

‘Does this have anything to do with Irene Adler?’

‘No.’

‘Then can it please wait till tomorrow morning? I looked at him. He sighed.

‘Alright.’ I then went back into my flat. James had moved over to the TV, fidgeting with his hands. ‘Who was that he asked.

‘Just my neighbour, Sherlock.’

James looked me in the eyes and said, ‘neighbour? Nothing more?’

I chuckled no in response. Of course not. He was Sherlock.

‘The way he said ‘oh’ when he saw us. It was…’

I looked at him. At James. Was he serious? ‘James, I promise you there’s nothing between him and me. I’m not even sure if he’s even able to feel anything like that. Romantic probably isn’t even a word in his vocabulary.’

He looked me in the eyes with a light smile. ‘Then… I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I asked you to mine?’

My eyes dilated. Did he seriously just ask that? This was only our second date; we barely even knew each other. He kept eye contact. My face had turned red again. Shit, shit, shit. He chuckled again. I didn’t know what to say, so I mumbled ‘okay’ while looking down at the ground.

‘I didn’t quite hear that.’

‘No, I wouldn’t mind, actually. So, yes.’

He grabbed my face and moved it forwards, pulling me into a kiss. Just like before it was magical, but I wasn’t so sure that I was girlfriend material, so to say. He looked at me understandingly.

‘It’s fine Y/N. You’re amazing.’ He said smiling. And I smiled back as he kissed me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said about Sherlock. Or implied at least. Of course, I knew it wasn’t true but…

Then James got a call. Apparently, he had to leave. He quickly muttered sorry and hurried out of the flat. I should’ve felt disappointed. I mean after all; he did just ask me to be his girlfriend. But I didn’t. I didn’t feel anything.

I went to bed after that.

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As I woke up the following morning, I heard the same violin play again. After I had gotten dressed and done my makeup, I went up to 221b. Both to find out who was playing, and to talk to Sherlock about this guy that he spoke about yesterday when I was with… James.

Walking into the flat, I could see that some things had been moved slightly, but that does happen when two people live in a flat, so I didn’t take any big notice of it. Walking further in, I saw Sherlock, who was playing the violin. It was a melodramatic tune. When he heard me come nearer, he stopped to look at me.

‘It sounds beautiful Sherlock. I’ve never heard the melody before, is it your own.’

‘Mhm. I’m composing. Helps me think.’

‘What are you thinking about?’ I said, walking closer.

Sherlock quickly put down the violin. ‘The counter on John’s blog is still stuck at one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five.’

I went over to look at it. ‘Is it not just faulty?’

‘Faulty – or he’s been hacked and it’s a message.’ He said and quickly pulled a phone out of his pocket. He then typed something in and sighed.

‘Hacked?’ I asked befuddled.

‘No. Just faulty.’ He said and picked up the violin again.

‘Actually Sherlock, I came to ask you about the guy you talked about yesterday.’

‘Oh, right. When you were with your “not-boyfriend”.’

I sighed. Should I tell him? ‘Actually Sherlock…’ he looked at me with a look in his eyes that I couldn’t distinguish. ‘Never mind. Yes, him.’

‘The guy I talked about is called Jim Moriarty. He likes to play games with me. Last time was the first time I ever heard about him. He held innocent people hostage and made me solve cases to save them.’

‘That’s brutal!’ I said, shocked.

‘Yes.’ He said and looked me in the eyes, ‘I don’t want you to get hurt, so if you ever hear anything about anyone called Moriarty or Jim, then tell me. He has dark brown eyes and hair.’

I nodded. ‘Okay. Thank you, Sherlock.’ Then I walked out of the flat.

‘By the way,’ Sherlock shouted, ‘Irene is dead.’ I turned around to look at him. Really? Then I walked out to get to work.

As I walked out of the building, a woman said, ‘Y/N?’

‘Yes, hello?’ Then a black car came rolling next to me.

‘Please get in, miss,’ the woman said.

‘Is this Mycroft?’ I asked, but the woman just sniggered and led me into the car. Soon, we arrived at an abandoned building. Through later research, I found out that it was the Battersea Power Station, but that’s unimportant.

‘Couldn’t we just have met at a café like last time?’ I asked. The woman didn’t speak, but just lead me through the building, typing on her phone. Then she stopped and said, ‘through there.’ I hesitated to walk away from her, as I found it weird that she didn’t want to come with me, but then walked in there anyways. Behind me, I could hear her footsteps walking away. Soon, I arrived at a large room. ‘Mycroft?’ I shouted. Then a woman walked in. Her high heels clicked on the floor, her hair put up, and overall, she looked as beautiful as ever.

‘Hello, miss L/N.’ She said as she stopped a couple of feet away from me.

‘I thought you were dead?’ I said.

‘DNA tests are only as good as the records you keep.’ She answered, smiling.

‘And you knew what the record keeper liked. Right?’

‘I needed to disappear.’

I tilted my head. ‘Then why show yourself to me?’

She sighed in response. ‘Look, I made a mistake. I sent something to Sherlock for safe-keeping and now I need it back, so I need your help.’

‘Why don’t you do it yourself?’

‘I can’t. It’s for his own safety.’

‘Fine. Then I’ll tell him.’ I started to walk away. I had work you know.

‘What would I say? To tell him I was alive.’ Irene quickly said.

‘I don’t know. What do you normally say? You’ve texted him, haven’t you?’

She took out her phone and said, ‘just the usual stuff.’

‘What’s the usual stuff?’

She looked down and started to read aloud; ‘“Good morning”; “I like your funny hat”; “I’m sad tonight. Let’s have dinner” ... “You looked sexy on ‘Crimewatch.’ Let’s have dinner”; “I’m not hungry, let’s have dinner”.’

Woah. Calm yourself girl.

‘You flirted with Sherlock Holmes?!’

‘At him. He never replies.’

‘Sherlock always replies – to everything. He’s Mr Punchline. He will outlive God trying to have the last word.’

‘Does that make me special?’

‘Probably. In his defence, you are very pretty.’

‘Are you jealous?’

‘We’re not a couple.’

‘Yes, you are. There ...’ She held up her phone to show me what she had typed. ‘I’m not dead. Let’s have dinner.’ It said. She then pressed send. An orgasmic sound came not far away. I turned around. Sherlock? Had he followed me? I started walking towards the sound but stopped as it was too dark to see anything.

‘I don’t think so. Do you?’ Irene asked. I didn’t know.

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[freemindedspirit]

Hey I have a dream that I would love for you to interpret. It’s a little darker so if you’re uncomfortable don’t do it. I’m writing this right after waking up.

It was going normal and I was at a playground with my family and some other random people. Then all of the sudden I started remembering this lady telling me “it’s time” “it’s happening now” and saying a specific date in December. In my dream I had memories of going to a fortune teller and her telling me this and chanting loudly. Then I suddenly got really scared and started shaking and crying and felt like I was going insane. I then got on my phone and tried talking to someone online about how I was scared and felt like I was going crazy but they texted ne back the same things the fortune teller said. I then freaked out more and was suddenly in my parents basement. I was scared so I ran up into their room and they were watching a political video in their tv. I ran to my mom trying to tell her I was having a psychotic breakdown and how scared I was but she started gaslighting me and telling me nothing was happening to me. So I said “you’re lying to me too! You know!!” And then her face changed and she started attacking me and putting me in a headlock. The only way for me to get out was the start biting her. And I shouted something like “you crazy b*tch!!” At her and woke up right then.

It really freaked me out and I immediately got on my phone and looked at my unread messages and my first thought was “everyone is lying to me. Everyone’s out to get me.” Then I started crying because I was feeling like I was actually going crazy in real life and my dream was coming true.

I also remembered tonight was the full moon in Cancer and the past days I’ve been feeling trapped in my family and wishing things were different. When I was 5 I also used to genuinely believe my mom and brother were aliens who were here to k!ll me. So I guess this dream is a resurfacing fear.

I do agree it seems like some sort of deep fear resurfacing.I think someone is coming soon (at least at the time you had the dream, sorry for answering this one late) and you will be invited to look into yourself deeper and the way you view your family and interact with them. However, if the fear you had when you were 5 or you waking up from nightmare still being certain that people are out to hurt you becomes common, please see a therapist or a doctor, it can easily become a sign of certain physical or mental illness you might wanna get checked out.

#dream analysis