#and everyone said it's not possible you need at least two weeks i was scared but they were wrong haha

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Just this once

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!babysitter!reader

Summary: Everyone hates you in town, everyone except for Mr. Miller, who was kind enough to hire you as his daughter's babysitter.

Warnings: mentally and verbally abusive father, angst, unreciprocated love, no happy ending. Smut| oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie

Everyone hated you in this town.

Kids at school, moms, dads, even grandparents sometimes.

People crossed the street when they saw you, they waited until you turned around to whisper and scorn to the person beside them.

Everywhere you went, followed dirty looks and rude remarks.

In the hallways at school, at the drug store, pharmacy, park, you name it.

Everywhere, everyone seemed to despise old Carl's daughter just for being born, or maybe, maybe also because of the rumors that spread about her.

Like the one where you dealt drugs, which was not not the truth... but you never dealt meth.

Or the one where you'd fucked half the guys in town,

And least but not last, the one where you were the reason you poor pops had turned to alcohol.

Except they didn't know anything. they didn't know that your "poor pops" had begun his diet of a bottle of whiskey a day long before you were born, that he drove your mom mad to the point where she had fled without so much as a goodbye, leaving behind a few clothes and a stupid scrap of paper where she had written a fucking lie.

I love you

If she had actually loved you, she wouldn't have left.

And they didn't know that all the anger your father had, had turned to you, they didn't know how scary it was, to be afraid of your own father, to be alone at the age of thirteen, to have to take care of yourself, to have to grow up faster than you should.

They all hated you, and you didn't care, you swore you didn't care, because they didn't know, they didn't know shit.

But Mr. Miller was different.

He was the only person, together with his daughter, who had ever shown you kindness, the real kind.

He had seen you sobbing as you ran from your house after your dad had another one of his "episodes".

And god, you were so confused when he stopped you, when he put a hand on your shoulder and asked if everything was alright.

And you didn't tell him then, you didn't tell him everything that was going on and that your dad was an asshole and that your life was hell, you couldn't, there was always this everlasting shame fizzing underneath your skin whenever you felt the need to share. But he hadn't cared, he hadn't cared that you had told him nothing, he hadn't cared that all you did was say sorry and I need to go, because with just a glance it felt like he had seen right through you.

So then he'd told you where he lived, and even if that time he couldn't convince you to come in, it was you who showed up at his doorsteps two nights after, asking for a place to sleep which he offered without so much as a question.

And it was only a week later when you told him everything.

He had sat and listened as you cried and cried, he had stroked your hair and given you tissues, until finally, he offered you a job.

Babysitting his kid.

And you were scared at first, you weren't really equipped for the job, but the moment you met Sarah you realized just how easy it was gonna be.

taking care of her was fun, and it gave you an excuse to be away from your own home, sometimes even at night when the mere thought of seeing your father made you want to puke.

And Mr. Miller was always nice, he made breakfast, overpaid you like crazy, and he listened, he was always there to listen.

"dad, what are you talking about?" 

Mr. Miller's backyard was always perfectly mowed, and the treehouse he'd built his daughter stood high on the oak in the middle of it.

"I said-" even if you couldn't see him, you swore he was taking another gulp straight from the bottle " Where the fuck are you?" 

"I'm working dad, I told you" you said, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"You working?" he laughed "That's funny" he said, as his laugh turned into a disgusting cough "Tell me where you really are." his voice was slurry, but the anger in it still made you shiver "You at one of your boyfriends' houses?"

"No Dad, I'm at Mr. Miller's house" you sighed, it was sad really, how used you were to this by now.

"Mr. Miller huh?" a hiccup sounded through the phone "You fucking him too? You started going for older guys? Is that it? I bet that's it you little slut" he hissed "Your mother would be so disappointed... to see her only daughter grow up to be such a fucking whore"

There's a difference, when it's strangers calling you names, and when it's your own father.

You'd always wished his words didn't affect you, but somehow, they always found a way to hurt.

No matter how tough you made yourself to be, when it was him, you felt like a kid all over again.

"fuck you" you muttered, as tears pricked your eyes 

"Is that how you talk to your father you little bitch? Just wait till you come home, I'll see what you'll have to say then-"

And there were so many things you wanted to tell him, to scream at him, to drill into his non-existing brain, but all you did was press the red button and hung up.

And it took about a second before the tears started flowing like rivers.

You ran back inside the house, forgetting all about closing the glass door as you curled into a ball on the couch, trying to cry as silently as you could, so that Sarah wouldn't wake up.

You hated him. You hated everything, you just wanted to run away and start a new life somewhere else, Canada, Austria, even the fucking north pole sounded better than this.

You were just so tired, so exhausted. Every time you talked to your father all the energy you had, or thought you had left, got drained from your body, and for hours, you remained lifeless,

The only exception was when-

The front door opened, and those purposely quiet footsteps that you would have recognized anywhere, followed soon after.

Him, the only exception was when he was there to comfort you.

You sat up, quickly wiping your tears to try and look somewhat presentable.

"hey," he whispered, entering the living room "Sarah's asleep?"

"mh-mh, yes" you nodded

"I'm sorry I came home this late, it's just that the guys wanted to go out after work and I always tell them no..." he trailed off, as he sat next to you and got rid of his overused boots.

"I-It's not a problem, Mr. Miller"

He shook his head, smiling in that charming way of his as he sat his shoes next to the coffee table and turned to look at you.

"How many times have I told you that you can just call me J-"

But his words died in his throat the moment he caught a glimpse of your red, puffy eyes, (that he'd come to know too well) and of that look on your face.

"What happened?"

They were such simple words, but they hit like tnt too close to a dam, breaking the barrier and causing all the water to run out.

His arms were around you the moment the first tear fell.

"shh" he cooed, stroking your back as you sobbed into his chest "It's alright, everythin's alright, sweetheart"

You wrapped your arms around his broad torso, feeling all his muscles underneath the fabric as you drowned in his scent. He always smelt so manly and so... good.

"I-I'm sorry it's just" A sob climbed up your throat "He-he called and I-I" You never finished the sentence as other tears started flowing from your eyes.

"I'm sorry honey" he cooed, placing his cheek on top of your head"it's ok" he murmured "It's all gonna be fine, I promise"

"w-when?" you cried, finally looking up at him "I'm so tired of this Mr. Miller..."

"soon" he promised "You're a smart girl, you'll get far in life sweetheart, I just know it"

you breathed heavily into his chest for a few minutes, listening to his heart beat as you calmed your own.

"t-thank you" you sniffled

"of course, darlin'"

And as you glanced at him, at his soft beard, at his kind eyes, your brain short-circuited and your mouth got a mind of its own, and before you realized it, your lips were on his.

And god he felt so good

"y/n-" he spoke as you tried to deepen the kiss "What are you doing?"

"I just-" you stuttered, not able to tear your glaze off his soft lips "please" you murmured, not knowing what else to say as you leaned up to kiss him again,

"sweetheart this ain't right I-"

"please Mr. Miller" you begged, placing your hand on his shoulder and pecs, as you left a quick kiss on his lips again "please just this once"

"y/n..." he tried to speak but was interrupted by your mouth finding his neck.

"please" you repeated for the thousandth time, your breath fanning over his neck "just this one time" 

"darlin'... I don't know if this is a good idea"

"it is" you quickly corrected him, your kisses lowering down his body, until all you could do was shuffle off the couch to get between his parted legs "it's a really good idea"

You saw him swallow thickly at the sight before him

"no sweetheart, you don't gotta do that"

"I want to" you reassured him, hurriedly undoing his belt and zipper until his black boxers were all that obstructed your view.

You palmed his manhood through the fabric, feeling it harden underneath your palm, before you gently took it out, looking up at him for approval as you wrapped one hand around it and let your lips follow suit.

A loud shuddering breath fled his mouth as you fitted more and more of him into your mouth, and you took it as an incentive to get lower, fully choking on his cock.

"f-fuck" he groaned

You started bobbing your head up and down, your eyes never leaving the sight of him breathing heavily before you.

You were doing good, but you wanted to do amazing for Mr. Miller, so you gingerly took his cock out of your mouth to start a slow trail of kisses and kitty lips down the whole length of him, until you reached his balls, and without a second thought, reserved them of the same treatment, before starting to suck on those too.

"fuck. me." he breathed, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes.

You leaned away for a moment, still pumping him with your hand "Does it feel good?" you asked

"fuck-yeah sweetheart" he gulped, looking down at you "it feels real fucking good- you're-fuck-you're amazing"

The biggest smile ever spread on your face at that, and with a renewed vigor, you got back to sucking his balls even better.

series of profanities continued coming out of his mouth as you got back to his dick, letting your tongue run on his tip for a few moments before getting back to filling your mouth with it.

You watched his hands curl by his sides, and without thinking, you let one of your own travel to his, softly placing your palm over it in a makeshift hold, which wasn't really a hold because he didn't turn his hand to do it properly.

But it didn't matter now, he was enjoying this, something you were doing for him, something you had dreamed of doing to him times and times again, and that's all you cared about.

You bobbed your head for a few more moments before you leaned away and quickly got up to get rid of your pants.

He watched you, too fucked out and torn with guilt and confusion to understand anything anymore, step out of your panties, place your hands on his shoulders, and straddle him.

you reached down for his dick, and without too much of a premise, sank down on it.

"oh god" you moaned, stopping a moment to take a deep breath at the feeling, as a low groan rumbled in his chest.

"you feel so good" you murmured, kissing him passionately as you started riding him.

His hands gripped your waist as a way for him to try and ground himself back on this earth because fuck but, you felt fucking good too

"touch my tits please" you said, ghosting his mouth.

"Sweetheart..."

"Please, Mr. Miller" you pouted, rising and sinking from his cock even faster

"Joel- please call me Joel" 

"Please Joel, touch my tits"

And who was he to say no to you when you asked him like that?

One of his big strong hands seeped underneath your top and found your boobs, stroking and grabbing at them heavenly.

You couldn't help but gasp at the mix of pleasures, your head falling to the crook of his neck.

The sound bouncing off the walls of the living room was straight out dirty and the breeze coming from the open glass door on your left softly floated through the room, at times hitting your raw skin.

"oh my god" you whimpered, muffled by Joel's skin "o-oh my"

He was filling every inch of you, stretching you so fucking good it made you want to scream if it wasn't for Sarah sleeping just upstairs.

You lost yourself in him, in his soft grunts, in his most raw scent, in the way his beard rutted against your cheek, and slowly, slowly you felt a bubble form in your belly, getting more and more ready to explode.

"F-fuck" you whined, "I-I think I'm-I'm coming"

His only response was to tighten his hold on you, before you fastened your pace, desperately chasing your high.

your breathing got even heavier as you remerged from his neck to look at him in the eyes and meet his lips with yours once again.

Kissing his was like traveling to another universe, he was just so... perfect

 "Joel" you whispered, losing yourself in his hazel eyes, as the pleasure got stronger and stronger until you felt like you could barely breathe "Joel I love you"

You watched his eyes widen slightly but before he could speak your orgasm took over your body and you had to hide your head in the crook of his neck again to try not to moan too loud.

"it's ok" he murmured, placing a hand on the back of your head soothingly "It's all gonna be ok sweetheart"

You rode out your high, never stopping your movements, and by the time you had come down from it, Joel was on the verge of it.

"shit-I'm coming" he groaned "Where do you want it?"

 "inside" you whispered without missing a beat

"I c-can't honey-"

"please Joel" you whimpered, starting to get overstimulated "Please fill me up, Joel"

And with that simple sentence, he was done for.

"fuck-shit. shitshitshitshit" That's all he managed to spit out, as ropes of his come filled you up to the brim, just like you wanted.

You took a moment to compose yourself, inhaling his scent one more time, before you slowly got off of him.

And as you did, the moment it was all done, a strange sensation overtook you.

you'd thought that this was all you wanted, that this was gonna make you feel better, and yet... yet you couldn't help but feel like a piece of you was missing, you couldn't help but feel emptier than you were to begin with.

As you watched him hurry to put his boxers back on, you couldn't help but think that, once again, you had managed to fuck everything up.

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Wenasss✨ Not me sneaking into your inbox🤭😅 to kindly ask for Bad Kind of Butterflies part II, please and thanks!🤣🫶🏼

Bad Kind of Butterlies | Part Two

Summary: Pedri regrets his actions and tries to get back to you.

Warnings: fighting, cursing. Physical fight. Part one

"Pedri, the ball. Keep your eyes on the fucking ball." Xavi yells. "God, what's going on with you today?"

Pedri can't even look at Xavi in the eyes, he has sis eyes glued to the floor. He can feel the looks of his teammates burning him.

"Miss that ball again, and you're benched." Xavi says, stern tone.

"I'm sorry, Mister."

He tries his best to focus on the ball, trying not to miss it or not miss the goal to the net, but he can't keep his mind on the field.

Gavi, playing with the other half of the team, stole the ball from him, making Oscar sound the little whistle.

He just observes the way Xavi is yelling. Tired and really not that interesting, he can't seem to understand a word that's coming out of his trainers mouth.

The training goes on for another half hour, and then they're all reunited in the salon to plan the next game.

The "Real Madrid vs Barcelona" typical classic.

He focuses all his attention on speech Xavi is giving the team. Turning his head to see Ferran typing something on his phone.

He makes the lining, Xavi kept his promise and bench him for the next game. Leaving the possibility of getting back if he improves in this next two trainings.

"Estas bien?" Ferran asks, taking him to the side for them to be alone.

"I'm not sure." He sincerely says. He can't keep secrets ti Ferran. "I just need to keep my head around what's important."

"And she's not?"

"The thought of her is making me be benched. I think I had enough of her for the rest of the week."

He turns to the dressing room, ready to collect his belongings and leave. No shower, no nothing.

But to his bad luck, Ferran is quicker and stops him by the arm. "You can't keep doing this. This is not healthy, Pedro."

"What am I supposed to do?" He angrily says, removing his arm from the hold of his friend. "She won't listen to me, she changed her number, she changed her apartment building. It's like she disappeared."

Ferran was holding the bitter "I told you" He had been keeping since after the party.

When a very angry Gavi told him about the words Eric said to his date and then to Pedro, he was pissed, he wanted to fight him. But, like a rational person, he calmed Gavi down and helped fixing the situation.

What he could help was the disaster Pedri did, yelling at you and fighting with gavi over the words of Eric. Words he warned him about.

"Just please call me if you need anything." He pats Pedri on the back and walks to the showers.

He nods, grabbing his stuff and walking back to his car. He wants to run away from everything and everyone.

Once he makes it to his car, his head feels like it's going to blow up. He'd dizzy and tired.

The way his heart is pounding like crazy and he feels like passing out scares him. This isn't news to him. He was having a panic attack.

He tries to breathe, counting things like you thought him. Five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.

Once he's calmed enough to at least drive himself home, he calls Fer, asking him to be home "I need you, Fer." He says crying.

His brother was worried, his whole family was. He wasn't the sweet, happy and very enthusiastic boy they known. He was now this confused and sad looking boy.

Pedri can't even seem to move upstairs to his room, he can't help the tear falling down, he can't help the blame he feels.

His relationship with Pablo was broken, his relationship with Eric is almost non existent. All thanks to him.

He can't blame Eric for it, he was the one who did all the bad stuffs, hitting your friend, hurting you by not trusting you.

He remembered your words like if you were just telling them to him.

"You're not dumb. You're such a smart man. So I need you to use that intelligence to understand that if you keep doing this shit, you're losing me."

But did he lost you?

He wanted to heard you voice, wanted to hear about that interview you told him about the day of the wedding. He wanted to hear about your new workout routine.

But he can't, because everytime he calls you he hit voice-mail. Everytime he goes looking for you he remembers that a new person lives in that apartment. Everytime he tried to look up for your social media profiles you weren't there.

"And that fucking sucks." He tells Fer, not knowing how else express his feelings.

Fer understand the struggle you both are going through, from his brother side is the blame of making you leave and not being the man you deserved. And he also understand that you want Pedri to change and to fight for you.

Ferran and Fer tried his best to talk to you and convinced you to give Pedri a chance. Thing you denied, you made a promise to yourself, he needed to prove to you that he changed.

You wanted the relationship you had before, the trust, the unconditional love. You wanted to feel joy again, to feel like you could be with him again.

You can't say you had it worse, but you were struggling as well. Sira had to force out of bed and to a local park. You cried like a child in her lap, telling her how much you needed him.

"You don't need someone who can't make an effort of changing. You need to understand that."

She was right, you needed someone who will be there for you in bad and good. During hard and easy.

"Good morning sunshine." Sira yells opening the curtains. The sun hit directly to your face, making you groan and turn around.

"oh, no ma'am." she pulls the duvet in a quick motion. "I made breakfast, get up."

She gave you five minutes to wash your face and brush your teeth. You can't help to feel a little annoyed at the wake-up call Sira pulled.

"Eat, please." She serves the breakfast to you, giving you a fork and a kiss on the cheek.

The day was bright, the sun was shining so much, the view from your apartment was breathtaking, making you feel happy instantly.

"I can't believe we're going to graduate tomorrow." Sira yells while doing a little dance. "I'm so happy for us."

"I am too, thank you for sticking up to me after all this time."

You walk over to her, giving her a big hug. She separates a little, reaching for the grad hat you have in the corner, putting it up on you.

When you broke up with Pedri you had a very bad time, you were in denial, somehow blaming yourself for the things that happened.

Then was the rage, it was not your fault, it was Eric's and Pedro's fault. He was the one believing the disturbing mind of Eric.

Then came the sadness, you were crying like crazy, in the shower, at the movies when Sira and Kyle took you out, at the parking lot of the building.

And now you're just blue.

"We have to go get the dresses, eat and let's go."

When the lease for your apartment concluded. You wanted to move to a smaller place, wanting something more "home like"

Sira was not okay with the decision, she convinced her parents on sharing a Apartment with you while you both figure your life out.

The moving was heartbreaking for you, specially because you couldn't run away from the memories.

"When you graduate, we're moving together. We can remodel the house, giving it your touch, make this place our home."

You used to laugh, thinking it was crazy for him to think about settling down at barely twenty one. "You'll change your mind, Pepi. "

But he cut you off, telling you that there was no other thing in his mind. He can't picture a future without you in it.

"I invite Pablo to the ceremony, and Fernando." You confess.

"Are you sure about that?" She asked worried. "I mean, Pablo I guess but Fer?"

"My family isn't coming, so I have the tickets and the closest thing to a family here is you, your family that is already attending and the González."

"Okay, if you think that's the right think to do, I'm not saying anything."

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"Squish, all of you, let me take a picture." Luis Enrique says. "Okay, in three, two, one, cheese!."

You smile, arm around Sira and Karla.

After what felt like a whole photoshoot, Sira was ready to greet some family members that joined the ceremony.

"Y/n!" you heard at the distance.

You turn around, looking for the voice. It was your favorite angry bird. The big white bouquet of flowers doesn't go unnoticed.

"Felicidades, preciosa." He hugs you with one hand, the flowers getting in the middle of that. "Oops, sorry. This is for you."

"Thank you, Pablito." You hug him carefully this time. "Thank you for coming."

"I was happy when you sent me the invite, Sam says hi and congratulations."

"Are you coming to my party?"

Pablo was about to answer but someone calling you name again interrupting him.

"Fer!" You say, happily about seeing him again. "Thank you for coming." You say, getting squish between his arms.

"Felicidades, hermanita." He kiss your cheek. "Mom and dad are so proud of you, they send their congratulations to you."

You smile at him, the warmth your heart is feeling is making you blush. "Thank you." You whisper. "Pablito and you need to tell me if you're coming tonight."

"I will, what about you, Fer?"

"I can't wait."

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"Okay, it's game day time. Let's finish preparing ourselves, and let's go warm up." Oscar says, excited about the match against RMA.

"Pedri, can I have a minute outside, please." Xavi calls.

He was trying his best to concentrate, head in the game. Even if that sounds like a high school musical thing to say.

"Mira, I know I said that I was benching you." Xavi began, making Pedri nod. "I'm going to make an exception, I'm making Marc play for twenty minutes then you're in."

"I promise that I won't lose the ball." He smiles like the cat in Alice in wonderland. "Gracias, Mister."

Xavi pats his back, smiling back at him. He knows that Pedri has the range, he just needs to take it out in the right place. The field.

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"Finally, a game that was worth to watch." Kyle says, eating the remaining pop corn from the bowl.

This game was very important for the Barcelona, they needed this game to keep themselves at the top of La Liga.

And they did it. They won.

Pedri scored a game thanks to Pablo's passing the ball to him.

"He played really good." Karla comments.

"Yeah, he did." You whisper.

You were proud of him, he was your golden boy after all.

You remembered the first game you went to. He gifted you a shirt with his number. He sent a car to come get you.

That was the first gol he ever dedicated to you. You remember the way you felt, the smile on his face, the aura of the stadium. It was simply magical.

And now you're supporting him from the comfort of your home. Because no matter what, he was all that to you.

But where you still all that to him?

You always kept those thoughts for yourself, your friends were done with you talking about him. Always ending up crying.

"So are we going out tonight?" Karla asks, turning the TV off.

"I don't know if I want to go out guys." You say, washing the dishes from the dinner. "I'm not feeling well."

"A Tylenol and were out and about, my lady." Sira says laughing at your face.

"Fine, but I don't want to he out till five in the morning, please."

"Deal."

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The party was good, you ended up not inviting Kyle because you were feeling like having a girl's night out.

Karla got invited to a vip club that was on the way of your apartment, you were on your way there.

"We're going to the vip section." She says to the bodyguard at the entrance, showing him a picture. "Thank you."

The club was way fuller than the last one, the aura was way better too.

"Y/n, let's get a drink." Sira yells.

"Let's just take Karla to her friends table and we can go, okay?" You yell back, she nods.

Karla was seeing this dude that was a manager of some new footballers, they were young like in La Masia.

The other dudes at the table invited you to different drinks, since they got special treatment because of their vip status.

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You were thankful with your friends, they were making you have so much fun.

"Girls, I'm going to the bathroom." You say to your friends, getting up from your seat and walking to the little outside bathroom they have for the vip rooms.

You got knocked up a little by someone, hitting you shoulder with the door frame. "Fucking idiot." You say to yourself, smoothing the hurt area.

You were washing your hands when someone moved the doorknob, knocking desperately at the door.

"Wait, I'm almost done." You say drying your hands with a paper towel. The person on the other side keeps knocking like crazy. "It's been five seconds like wait." You say.

You open the door and to your surprise the face on the other side of the door is a familiar one. "Y/n?"

"Ferran, hi!"

He walks inside the bathroom, making your way out impossible since he closed the door. "Joer', it's so good to see you." He hugs you for a few seconds.

You can smell the alcohol in his breath, making you scrunch your nose. "Are you alone?" You ask him.

"No, I'm with some friends from Valencia."

"Okay, take care Fer, I need to go back to my friends." You wanted to leave so he can use the bathroom.

"Wait, I want to talk to you." He stops you from opening the door. "Please give me your number."

You think for a few seconds, not sure about the proposal. "What if I wait for you outside?" You smile at him.

"You won't run away?" He asks, you shake your head no. "Pinky promise?" He elevate his pinky finger over to you.

"Pinky promise." You smirk while intertwining fingers with him. "Hurry up." You say, walking outside for him.

A few minutes later you see Ferran dance walk over to you, you smile at this goofiness. You missed that.

"Tell me, Mister paella." You joke, mentioning his nickname you and Pedri gave him.

"I wanted to tell you, more like ask you for a favor." He says breathlessly. "I know you might say no, but I want to try."

You knew where this was going, but you let him continue with his speech. Nodding your head to let him know you heard him and to continue.

"I know that you probably are in a better place and you are moving on, but please heard me out. Pedri is not alright, and you don't own him nothing after the stupid shit he pulled, but please you need to talk to him."

You sigh, you know that he was not having the best development during training or at the matches. Fer told you that already, but he didn't asked for you to reach to him.

"I know I'm asking for too much." He continued. "I'm just out of ideas of what to do with him. Xavi is about to beat his ass, Oscar too, Gavi and him don't even look at each other. We almost beat Eric to the ground with Gavi."

"He deserves that." You scuff. "But I'm not sure what you expect me to do?"

"Can you maybe call him? Or text him?" He asks. "Or I don't know, send him a dm if you don't want to share your number with him."

You think about it for a good minute, you knew that he was struggling, you were too, but you wanted to maybe help him even when he didn't deserved that.

"I'll reach out to him." You finally say. Making Ferran jumps from excitement. "I'll try to find a good time, okay?"

He nods excited, hugging you and giving you a quick kiss in the side of the head. "Thank you, if you need a ride home you can tell me."

"Thank you, I'm good, my friend is driving us." You wave him goodbye. Both of you go back to each vip rooms.

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"Look at this cd" Pablo says, passing the 1989 cd. "What are you doing this December?"

"Well, I was thinking about spending my December here in Barcelona." You say, helping him organizing some pictures. "Aw, young Pablito." You say, showing him the picture.

"Stop that." He laughs. "So you're not going back home?"

"I mean my family is not going to be there, so I might as well be alone here."

"You're welcome to spend time with Sam and with me. Also with my family and me."

"Thank you, crunchy guy." You joke with him.

Now that he's in recovery you can visit him more often. You love watching new movies and shows with him because you have the same taste.

"I want to ask you something." You say, not sure how to approach the topic of Pedri. "But you can tell me if it makes you uncomfortable."

"Okay?" He says, eyes scrunched.

"Ferran and I were at the same club and we find ourselves in the bathroom." You began. "Long story short, he asked me to call Pedri."

"Y/n, I'm not the best to give you advice on this."

"I just need guidance, Pablo." You confess. "I'm not one to ask you anything but just be honest with me."

"Joder" He sighs, hands on his face. "What do you want me to say?"

"How is he?" You ask worried. "Is he doing okay?"

"He came to see me at my recovery the other day." He says, hand scratching his head. "He asked me to forgive him."

You let him take him time to tell you everything.

"We talked and it's not like we are on speaking terms like we used to but we are better."

"That's good, I think you both needed that." You say honestly.

"Now, to answer you. I think he's doing better little by little. He's not the best at hiding his feeling and you know that, he tents to get quiet and death looking." He laughs at the last part. "But, if you want my opinion, I think he needs to fight for you. A call or a text will not harm anyone."

You nod, taking everything he says into consideration. He was right, Pedro had to make some sacrifices for you.

"But, you can do what you think is best." He says, hands in the air.

"Thank you, angry bird." You hug his body, careful with his leg. "Love you."

"Can you show me love in a form of a sandwich?" He asks, batting his eyelashes like a little kid. "Pretty please."

"Just because you're my little baby." You tap his nose with care. Making him laugh. "I'll be back."

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"I was thinking about doing a baking course." You tell Sira, you're at the pool at her parents house. "I want to learn how to do Christmas cookies."

"My mom knows how to, you can ask her to teach you."

"That's better, you're right."

You keep looking at your phone, it's been three weeks since the talk with Ferran and two since the talk with Gavi.

Today they announced that Pedri was feeling some pain in his muscles, so he wasn't training. You know how much that affects Pedro mentally.

"Hey, what if we go change? I kinda want to go shopping." You say, getting out of the pool and walking over to the towel. "You coming?"

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"I'm going to take a shower and we can eat, okay?" You say, hands full of bags. "Chao bella, take a shower please."

You leave everything on a chair next to your bed, the phone in your pocket feels heavy, you know you want to make that call.

You dial his phone number, sitting with your legs crossed on your bed. Your heart is beating like crazy.

"Hola"

Your breath is gone, you suddenly lost the ability to talk.

"Hola?" He repeats.

His raspy voice, his heavy breaths when he's trying to catch air. Simply him.

"Hola." You whisper.

Now is his turn to lost the speech ability. He's frozen. It's been months.

"Y/n?" He asks, not believing you're the one on the line.

"Hola." You repeat. "Te llamé en mal momento?" (Did I call you at a bad time?) You ask, bitting your nails.

"No, de hecho no estaba haciendo nada." You can hear a door closing. "How are you?" (No, I was actually not doing anything)

"I'm good, dealing with life. What about you? I heard about your muscle pain."

Your voice is low, you feel scared of saying something wrong. Even though you're barely at the beginning of the call.

"I've been better, I'm missing the Dallas game." He sighs. "I just feel like every time I'm feeling confident about coming back, my body gets fucked up."

You humm in response, letting him vent his frustration.

"I'm tired honestly, Xavi and Oscar are at the edge with me and I think that with the team. Frenkie barely came back, the team sucks, Gavi is hurt."

"I'm sorry this is going like that." You say, being honest.

"I don't even log into social media anymore. On Twitter and on Instagram the haters keep comparing me with Jude, with Vini, with Rodry. I'm so done, Y/n."

"Ay Pepi, I wish I can say something to make you feel better. But you know I suck at that." You laugh, making him laugh too. "You know you're amazing, and that if Xavi and Oscar get frustrated they don't feel your pain, that's why you have to be open with how your body feels."

"I do, believe me that I do, but I can't help but think that every time I say my muscles hurt, they gave me this disappointed look."

The way his voice break makes your heart hurt. You know from past experiences that his mental health goes down day by day if he overthink about the topic.

"And my parents and Fer try to tell me off of this ideas and I don't think it's working. I just wish I can turn my brain off for the night so I can sleep well tonight."

His breathing is getting heavier by the second, you can pick what's going on. He's overthinking and about to have a panic attack.

"Oye, tell me about that game you wanted to buy." You ask out-of the blue, making his mind think of another think.

"Game? What game?" He asks, voice breaking.

"Yeah, the one you wanted to buy. That one with the cars on it." You explain. "And what about that drink you wanted to try, did you tried it?"

"The green one?"

"Si, that one. Did you tried it? Was it good?"

"It tasted weird, and the game I never bought it. Lost interest on it."

"Okay, what about your mother croquettes?"

"They're so good, I broke diet the other day at Adrian's birthday party."

You can hear the breathing being hard but not as heavy as before. You relax, laying fully on your bed.

"Te amo." He says. "I'm sorry about everything, I'm so dumb. You told me that I was losing you and I never changed. It's my fault you're not next to me, that you're not at my games."

"Pedri, let's not do this." You interrupted him.

"Let me say it, Y/n." He begged. "I need to get this out of me, it's eating me alive."

"Okay, keep going."

"I know Fer went to your graduation. I cried myself to sleep that night, and every night after I lost you. I can't think of anything else." He sobs, making your heart hurt. "And my parents are so fucking mad at me, because how could I lost the girl of my dreams?"

"Pedro." You tried to make him stop.

"And my father told me how disappointed he was of me. He was so mad when I told him the truth. I can't keep doing this without you. You were supposed to be laying next to me, calling this place your home. I'm sorry."

"This is not why I called."

"Tell me what I have to do for you to forgive me." He begged again. "Tell me how can I fix this. Please."

"Pedro, stop."

"Please."

You wanted to hang up, not wanting to give up on all the progress you've made. In the promises you made to yourself.

"I think we both need to take a breath." You laugh nervously. "Please, breathe."

All you can hear was the heavy breathing from your and his side of the call. Your mind running a mile per second.

"Can we met, please?" He asks. Your heart was saying yes, but your mind was more coherent.

You were about to answer when Sira stormed into the room asking you to try something. Pedro heard the voice of her and wondered if you were at his parents house.

"I have to go." You say, hanging up the phone quickly. "What?" You ask Sira, she's looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I was about to take a shower but my mom called."

"Was it bad?" She asked worried. "Do you want to talk?"

"I'm fine, I'm just getting in the shower and then we can have some of that green thing you have in there." You tap her nose and walk quickly to the bathroom.

Pedro was laying on the couch he has in his room, his head pounding like crazy, the tears falling from his eyes, wetting his face.

He walks to his bathroom, he needs to wash his face. He needs to relax and breathe like you told him to.

The way he feels lighter after telling you how he feels was refreshing, his shoulders don't have the weight they used to five minutes ago.

His reflection is like a stranger to him. His dark circles under his eyes now darker, his weight every day less. He can't keep doing this to himself.

You feel the same way as you look at your reflection. The tears pooling that you don't want to let wet your face.

You take deep breaths, the sound of shower and the steam makes you be back from your thoughts. You got into the shower, sliding down the bathroom wall while hiding your face into your hands.

Pedro can't seem to find a way to stop his tears, knees on the floor while the sounds of his painful cry interrupt the peaceful silence of his home.

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"You sure you're okay with me going to this party?"

Ferran invited you to his sister's birthday party, you and her were good friends thanks to Sira. Sadly due to the breakup, Sira didn't wanted to come but sent her a gift.

"Yes, go and have fun. I'm fine here with my book and with my coffee."

You kissed her on the cheek and went on your way, you asked Fer if he was coming but he told you that he was about to leave to Tenerife.

"But if you wonder or not." He says with a funny tone. "Pedri will be home."

You knew that Ferran sister didn't invite him, she told you herself. So you were fine with at least not having to tip toe around.

The party was at this club that Ferran rented for her party, you loved the pink and white theme she chose.

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You were enjoying yourself, finding some in common friends you haven't talk to in a while, the vibes were good and the night was refreshing for you.

You were retouching your makeup at the bathroom. You heard knocking on the door, thinking that maybe they found that the downstairs bathroom was full.

You take the last look at yourself in the mirror. Adjusting you jacket and opening the door, you find the person you wanted to dissappear from this earth.

The way he roll his eyes makes you angry, he was annoyed at your presence? You should be the one that's rolling the eyes at him.

"Move, please." You say, stern tone.

"You're leaving so soon?" He smirks.

You don't think twice and push him to the side, you can hear him fall over to the little sofa that was outside the bathroom.

You walk downstairs, finding the birthday girl and saying your goodbyes to her and to Ferran, who was next to her.

You were walking to your car when you feel someone grabbing you by the arm and throwing you agains a car door.

You groan at the pain that's growing on your side. You put your hand against your ribs, you find hard to breathe.

"You really think you can treat me like shit?"

"Are you out of your right mind?" You whisper, not fully recovered from the impact. "What the fuck."

"You're such a fucking bitch, making my friends be against me, making my team be against me."

"What the fuck are you talking about? You did this to yourself, Eric"

You tried to walk away from him by pushing him but he grabbed you back and stamped you back again. Making the car alarm sound.

"Eric, what the fuck?" You hear someone yell.

You notice how Ferran was running to where you are. Pushing Eric away from you. He shield you with his body.

"Why is everybody defending her?" Eric yells, getting closer again.

"Don't fucking dare."

"I just don't get why everyone believes she's the innocent girl she pretends to be."

You scuff, he's the one mad at you as if he didn't ruined your relationship. "You were the one telling Pedri shit and making him doubt me. You ruined my relationship"

"Oh no, I ruined your little gold digging act? Are you not able to afford rent now?"

"Fuck you." You spat, feeling rage grow inside of you. "Maybe if you use that mind inside the field you would be a good player and not the trash you are."

"Enough!" Ferran yells. "You, go away." He points at Eric. "Now!"

He grabs your arm, making you walk away from the scene. You keep your hand on your side, trying to smooth the area where is hurting.

"Can you drive?" He asks, you nod slowly. "What the fuck, what the actual fuck?" He whispers.

"I'm fine, you can go back to the party, Ferran." You whisper. "Thank you."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm in shock but I'm fine, don't worry about me. Please don't let this ruin the party." You hug him, his hands on your back trying to calm you down.

Even when you don't cry or show any emotion, he knows you're not okay.

"Tell me when you're home"

"Yes, I'll dm you, thank you."

He's back inside once you're on your way at the driveway. You're on autopilot, feeling hazy from all the emotions you're feeling.

You don't even notice the turns you make until you're outside his door. You turn off the car, taking your phone to text him.

You waited for barely two minutes, the door of his house opening. You take your seat belt off and stretch to the passenger door, opening it for him.

"Hola, preciosa." He says, worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Want to go for a ride?" You ask, ignoring his question. He nods, asking you to wait for him.

Once he collects his keys and a sweater, he hup up your car and you began the drive. You have a destination in mind.

Hes quiet, not sure if he's supposed to ask you again if you're okay. He's just enjoying seeing you after so long.

"It's too cold for just that jacket." He says, eyes up and down your body.

"It's fine, it keeps me warm." You say, the stern tone of voice worries him. "Seatbealt on." You say when the annoying alarm goes off.

"Yours is off too." He points at your chest, you just groaned, putting the seatbelt on.

Your drive to the highest part of the park. The beautiful view of Barcelona at night welcome you. You turn the car off, getting out as soon as you can.

You wanted to scream.

All you wanted was peace. You wanted to feel like you used to feel before all of this. You wanted to be able to go home and find your boyfriend there or go to his place and share things about your day, share moments with him.

The hands of Pedri on your shoulders feel heavy, you take a step, making the contact break.

"Do you trust me?" You ask on the verge of tears.

"With my life." He answer, not wasting a minute.

"Then why did you do that to me?" You let the tears fall down your face. "Was I not a good girlfriend?"

"Y/n, don't say that." He shake his head no. "You were the best thing I ever had."

"Then tell me, what it was?"

"It wasn't you, it was me. All me." He elevated his voice. Not at you but at the heat of the situation. "It was all me, I was the one who got those stupid ideas in my head, I trusted you, I knew Kyle was nothing but your friend, I knew you were just friends with Pablo, I know you would never do nothing to hurt me."

"What about the day I left?" You ask, the aftertaste is bitter on your mouth.

The thought of that day bring nightmares to his mind. The things he told you, the shit he provoked. They way he pushed you over the edge to the point of making you leave.

"I don't have a problem with the way you dress, I love your style. I don't have a problem with how much you love your friends, I love your way of acting, the way you love everyone, I don't have a problem with you being friends with Pablo, I love you and I love how my friends are your friends."

He take a deep breath, feeling like the air in his lungs is not enough. Feeling like the cold air is making breathing hard.

"And I'm sorry about the way I treated you, the way I was acting, I never meant to make you feel bad about my insecurities. I was the problem. I was the one who let someone else get into my head, I was the one who made the mistakes, and i was the one who made you feel like I didn't love you."

He gets closer to you, hands on your cheeks, drying the tears. Your hold his hands with yours. "But I love you, don't ever think that I don't." He whispers, kissing the top of your nose.

You nod, grabbing his face with your hands, caressing his cheeks. You pull him towards you, pressing your foreheads together.

"I love you too." You say after a while, pulling away from him. "But I have to love myself first. And I need to see that you changed."

Even when your words burn his heart, he understand. He wanted to prove himself to be what you needed, the person you can trust. He wanted to be all that to you again. Because you're all that to you.

"I'll do anything to prove to you that I changed. I'll wait as long as you need to, I want you to trust me again."

"I miss you." You hug him, arms locking behind his neck. His hands don't miss a minute to intertwine behind your back.

"I miss you more." He kisses you neck. "I promise I will prove you that I can be the person you deserve."

You enjoyed the warmth of his body against yours. You can't help but think of how he was right and your jacket was definitely not enough. You giggle a little.

"What's that?" He asks, smiling.

"You're right, it's too cold." You sniff, feeling the cold reach every part of you.

He separates and undo the zipper of his sweater, hands on each side opening the sweater for you to hug him and get more warm.

"Now that's better." You say, kissing his collarbone, making him smile against your hair.

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"Last christmas I have you my ass, but the very next day you fuck my best friend, this year I'm fucking you dad and I'm also fucking your cousin."

You laugh at Fer singing Cardi's remix of the Christmas song. He was helping you with baking christmas cookies over FaceTime.

Pedro and you have made amazing progress, he was proving himself day by day.

"To think that a year ago today you guys were at the top of a cliff at the park solving your issues." He jokes, making Pedro give him the finger while laughing.

"Good thing your bother knows how to redeem himself." You second Fernando's joke.

"Joer, hablan de mi como si yo no existiera y estoy aquí parado, no me imagino cuando no los pueda escuchar." He laughs, making you smile and shake tou head at him. (You guys talk about me as if I'm not standing right here, I can't imagine what you say when I'm not present)

"only good things, mi amor." You kiss his cheek.

"Bueno, yo los dejo, I have to help mom with some things at la Tasca." (Well, I'm out) he waves you goodbye and cut the FaceTime.

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You two spend the rest of the day decorating and eating the cookies. Making Pedri break his diet, but he was okay with that.

"Oye, ven pa'qui." (Hey, come here) he calls you.

you walk over to him, he's sitting on the couch. A elf hat on his head. You can't help but smile at his cuteness.

"Yes sir?" You ask.

He possess his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him and making you fall on his lap. "Do you like how the house is looking."

"Very much, I love our home." You say, hugging him. "And I love you."

He smiles at you, looking around. He can't help but feel proud of himself. He proved you that he was worth a second chance. That he was your person and that he loved you more than anything.

He was happy you were happy with him. And that was something he knew he couldn't lose. Not you, not your love and not your future together.

"I love you more."

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🏷: @gulphulp @jack1n @girlidekanymore @gadriezmannsgirl since you asked for part 2 🤭✨️

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Labyrinth

Pt. 1 - Gold Rush

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Summary: reader finds herself falling in love, hard, for Mattheo not long after she broke her own heart over him. Initially convinced that she will never recover from her pain that he caused, she marvels at how she finds comfort in the boy that hurt her.

1,470 words

Warnings: cursing, basically the same as pt.1 minus the angst, so much cheesiness it’s gross, lovey dovey!mattheo bc I’m extremely soft, sort of angsty but in a beautiful way, these aren’t even warnings atp, the other students being jealous cunts, possible references to books or movies, Regulus is STILL dead (wdym he’s literally in bed beside me rn), Dorothea being kind of rude (dw my girl is still your bestie), Drastoria(to all you Drarry shippers I’m sorry), mention of ronmione, slight rush and basically no plot, SUPER FUCKING SHORT IM SORRY😞

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

“It only hurts this much right now.” Was what I was thinking the whole time.

You walk down the hallway aside Mattheo, fingers intertwined. You agreed to try it out and it’s lasted a month, but that doesn’t stop everyone in the castle from starting rumors. He traces circles on the back of your hand with his thumbnail, in a comforting manner, he leans in to whisper in your ear “Let’s go back to my dorm, okay?” You nod. You two go to his dorm a lot, not to hook up, you haven’t had sex since the party, his dorm is like a safe space — and his friends are fucking awesome. You’ve barely even told Dorothea what your relationship has been like, becoming closer and closer with the Slytherins.

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When you get into his dorm you take your robe off, leaving you in your white button-up, skirt that rests appropriately at your knees, calf high socks and black Doc Martens. Mattheo places your robe gently atop a chair next to his desk before taking his own robe off and kicking his shoes off. “Lay with me, love?” He asks sweetly which causes you to roll your eyes, but oblige. You lie next to him in the bed, just talking. That’s all you two ever do lately, though, it gives you a fair bit of anxiety — trusting him with your secrets. It terrifies you, actually. You need to just—

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. I’ll be getting over you, my whole life.

Seriously. He’s unforgettable. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. Mattheo must feel how tense you are because he begins to trace stars on your back, it’s his little form of comfort. I’ve never been good at that, he’d told you once. Which seems like total bullshit because he always manages to calm you, or at least make you forget about your issues for a while. That also scares you, the fact he can make you want to cry, strangle him, and yourself, but also smile, laugh, hug him. Terrifies you. No one has ever impacted you this much. Everything is moving so fast, but Mattheo is there with you, along for the ride.

You know how scared I am of elevators. Never trust it if it rises fast, it can’t last.

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You walk into your dorm, laying down on your bed and dropping your bag on the floor. You quickly turn over when you hear Dorothea’s voice “Look who’s finally home.” She says in an annoyed tone. “Dor? What are you doing in here?” You sit up, she looks at you with raised brows and crossed arms. “Really? You start dating Mattheo Riddle, leave me alone for weeks, get new friends and you’re asking me why I’m here?” You swallow, “You told me you’d get over him, you lied to me.” “Dorothea, c’mon, this is like—like a trial, to see if we’re good together, he’s really sweet.” You try to justify your actions “He’s Mattheo Riddle!” She whispers aggressively, shaking her head. “He’s my boyfriend!” You spit out, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. Dorothea visibly flinches, “What?” “He’s—he’s my boyfriend,” you repeat, more confidently. “You just said that the relationship was a trial.” “Well it is, but he’s still my boyfriend. Mine. So stop trying to criticize him and me simply because I care for him.” You breathe out that last part “You care for him?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, I care for him. It’s not like—I’m in love with him or something, I just care.” You say quickly. You’re not in love with him. You can’t be, right?

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

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The day after your interaction with Dorothea is, odd, to say the least. You sit outside in the courtyard, leaning against a tree, you’ve been avoiding Mattheo like the plague ever since your revelation. This whole things just feels so—raw. But of course he found you.

It only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind.

“Hey,” he gives you a small smile. “Hi.” You reply, he sits down next to you. “I haven’t seen you all day, you avoiding me?” That causes you to laugh—and also tell the truth with a few nods. “Yeah, yeah I have.” He tilts his head but doesn’t seem upset in the slightest. “Why’s that?” “Well—um,” you try to get the words out but they seem a little stuck. “It’s okay, take your time.” He brings his hand down to hold yours, tracing gentle circles on your palm. You smile and lean your head on his shoulder. “I care about you, Mattheo.” You admit. He grins, really grins. “I care about you too.” The boy says, “Really?” He nods “Always have,” he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear, “always will.” His whisper is like a secret for only you to hear, a promise that will never be broke, a sacred oath.

Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile.

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“Boys!” You call out in a sing-song voice, “I’ve brought sweets!” They got in trouble for talking too loudly during class and were removed from this weeks Hogsmeade weekend, you decided to buy them some sweets. Blaise is the first to you, “Thank Merlin, Y/n!” He snatches a bag from you as you giggle. You toss some sweets onto Draco’s bed as all the boys thank you, Mattheo stands up and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek. That action causes all the others to groan and tell you to “Get a room.” Pansy and Astoria walk into the room, talking animatedly, Astoria sits on Draco’s bed beside him, tossing bags of clothes at him, “I’ve got you a new suit.” He grins and kisses the side of her neck in thanks. “Y/n! You totally missed it,” Pansy exclaims, practically shoving Mattheo off of you to lock her arm onto yours. “We caught Weasley and Granger snogging in the bathrooms at Three Broomsticks!” You giggle at her words and sit down on Mattheo’s bed with her, “Seriously? You steal my girlfriend and now my bed?” He asks Pansy, in a mock-offended way, she sticks her tongue out at him. “C’est la vie.” Blaise shrugs with a smirk playing at his lips as he eats the chocolate you gave him. “Speaking of that,” Theodore begins “how’s the sex Matt?” He teases, which causes you to blush and Mattheo to shove Theodore. “Shut it man, that’s so gross.” “Oh c’mon!” Astoria exclaims, “Y/n never tells us anything about it.” She shakes her head. “Maybe she doesn’t want to.” Mattheo defends you, you just stay silent. You tune them out, you just hate how everyone already wants you to be sleeping together. Why would you? It’s taken you long enough to call him your boyfriend, let alone touch him (approximately three weeks). Sure, you’ve hooked up before, but never as a couple. That act is supposed to be intimate with a person you care about. So why do it so soon? You’re taken away from your thoughts by the feel of Mattheo’s hand gripping yours.

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back. Just like that.

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It’s now been around two months, officially dating, Dorothea has apologized and became friends with the Slytherin’s, it’s all perfect. Except, you and Mattheo still haven’t kissed nor done anything but cuddle and hold hands. You’re not sure why but the act feels too intimate, too scary for you. You’ve kissed lots of guys before—granted none were your boyfriend—but still. You can’t seriously be falling for him, right?

“Hey love,” Mattheo murmurs, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “Did Dorothea let you in?” You question with a yawn, he just hums and nods, sitting next to you on your bed. “How’s my girl doing?” He asks, “Stressed and exhausted.” You reply as you trace your quill along the parchment “You’re seriously doing that extra credit essay?” “Yes, Mattheo, I am. I’m totally failing Slughorn’s class and he never lets us do shit like this for extra credit, I’m savoring it.” He chuckles and pulls you closer to him by your waist. “Just take a little break. For me?” You groan but end up giving in, leaning back against his chest. “You’re so lucky I lo—“ you cut yourself off quickly, immediately looking away from him. He stiffens, “You what?” He murmurs, you swallow. “Nothing, nothing important.” You say quickly. Mattheo desperately wants to change the subject so he just nods and looks forward.

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

After a few minutes of silence, Mattheo speaks again “What were you going to say?” He asks in a whisper, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hip bone. “It doesn’t matter.” You murmur, but Mattheo is quite persistent and asks again, you finally give in and mutter “I love you.” Which causes his breath to catch, I love you, those words shouldn’t be a big deal—you aren’t asking him to marry you or anything—but they are. He swallows before murmuring “Really?” To which you reply with a timid “Yes.” A slow smile creeps up on his face. “Well, I love you too.” You grin like an idiot, love, a silly thing to be obsessing over—but alas, you are.

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

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A/N: sorry this one was so short, I just wanted to end this on a sweet note.. sooooo yeah. And sorry for the wait lol🙈🙈

#angst #fluff #harry potter #slytherin #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #evermore #slytherin boys #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle angst #x reader #slytherin boys x reader #x you fluff #x you #benjamin wadsworth #Benjamin wadsworth x reader #slut4slytherinss #this took way too long #labyrinth #taylor swift #midnights #fanfic #pls dont hate me #don’t flop #literally gonna kms #i’m dead

[v4mp-reads]

Hello. I hope you had a great Christmas and New Year. I would like to request a Rhea X Pregnant Reader where reader is due in 3 weeks ( and with Twin babygirls if possible) and is backstage watching The Judgement Day open the show before getting up and walking to get something to eat before getting confronted by Karrion Kross and Scarlett who end up scaring her and sending the reader into early labor. If you can't thats perfectly fine. Thanks and Have a Great Day

Twist and turns

Rhea Ripley x prego!fem! Reader

Tw: struggles with Ivf problems, many failed attempts at pregnancy! Early labor! Small pregnancy complications

word count: 1.3k

Y/n’s pov

I sit in the judgment day locker room alone to say, this is the first time in 9 months I’ve sat in here alone, but no one could sit in because they had a big promo they had to do. I hold my stomach feeling my baby’s move around, I’m so excited to meet them, they are going to be welcomed into such a lovely family. I thought as my mind drifted off to the years before. Me and Rhea got married when we where both 21, that was almost three years ago, this has been a very long possess, i sat up countless nights crying because we picked up yet another negative test, this whent on for about two years until the day i remember it like it was yesterday.

Flash back

Me and rhea sit in our bathroom floor, “darling..you know if this test comes back negative we will have to wait at least six months before starting all of this over” she looked up at me as we wait for the five minutes to past “dont think like that baby. I have a felling this time” i whispered softly, smiling at her, i move from the tolet to her on the floor as she holds me. “Beep! Beep! “ the alarm had whent off, rhea whent to grab the test off the counter when it falls off onto the floor, i glance down at it to see two lines, TWO LINES! I instantly began to cry tears of pure happyness “Rhea! Its postive! We are having a Baby!!” She jumps up picking me up and spinning me around kissing me like a million times, we where so happy, this was actually happening. We stayed in the bathroom for about half our just crying with happiness. Soon we walked back to our room and called the judgment day group chat. They knew today was the day I was supposed to take my test, and we called them every time even when it was negative, we tryed to hide the smile on our faces. Dom was the first to pick up, we waited for the others to join before saying anything. “Hey y/n hi rhea what’s it say?” Finn asked in a soft tone not wanting to hurt us anymore if it was negative. I couldn’t help but smile and that’s when damien caught on “oh my god!! Wait?!” He said loudly over the phone the other two boys looked so confused. “A little baby Ripley is on the way!” I yelled. They all cheered, dom even started crying with me, “oh my god I’m so happy!” I cryed into Rheas shoulder. It was the best day of my life.

End of flash back

In three weeks I get to meet my little girls, three weeks, every thing is planed perfectly, Rheas family is flying out in two weeks, Rhea and the rest of the judgment day are getting a month off in two weeks, I’m just so happy, all this excitement made me really hungry, and I was out of snacks in the locker room. I know I’m not supposed to leave the locker room that was everyone’s rule the second they found out, just because people would bother me to get at the others

I started to feel sick so I needed to get up and get some food, I got up putting on rheas hoodie before walking out of the locker room, no one was really out, so I made my way to the where I know they had food.

I must have made some turn the wrong way because now I find myself in some random hallways that’s kind of scary, I get this wave of anxiety come over me and I feel like I’m being followed so I continue to walk faster, eight almost nine months pregnant with twins, it isn’t easy to walk fast, I quickly realize that I have to turn around this hallways was a dead end. I turn around and instantly get met with karrian cross and his girlfriend or what not Scarlett, “um..” I say softly “miss little y/n Ripley, how are you and your little baby’s doing” karrian reached out to touch my stomach, I quickly stepped back “please don’t touch me” I said fear clearly in my voice “don’t tell me what to do Mrs. Ripley, I will touch you if I want!” He reached out once more this time I backed up and I ended up cornered, “please leave me alone, I don’t want any problems” I start to panic “please, please don’t hurt me or my baby’s, they are innocent, they are pure” I begged. I started feeling horrible pains in my stomach, and I panicked “Mhmm, I don’t know, I don’t know how innocent they are, saying how long it took you to get pregnant with them, what was it I heard? Two years?and you have struggled your whole pregnancy” Scarlett spoke, tears came rushing out from my eyes “please! Leave me alone!” I yell the pain in my stomach becoming almost unbearable. “Hey?!” I hear someone yell, “what the fuck leave her alone” I look up to see one of my close friends Sami zayn. That’s all I really before I passed out.

“Is she okay, are my girls okay?!” I hear yelling as I wake up to see a bright light in my eyes.. “R-rhea..?” I mumble out, instantly her head shoots over to beside my head, “oh my god, your okay, darling, what happed! Why where you in that hallways, why did you leave the lockeroom?” She questioned me, “are the girls okay?” I asked simply, “maam, you are in late stage, early labor, we are transferring you to the hospital, where you should be able to deliver with mild complications.” All I could feel was the pain, from what I was guessing was contractions, it made my head spin. Rhea held my hand as I cryed out in pain as we made our way to the hospital.

We soon made it to the hospital, where I had to be taken in for emergency cessation surgery, i remember waking up to rhea hold our two little girls in both of her arms when I finally woke up. “How are they..”I asked weakly “healthy and absolutely beautiful..just like their mother”she said before carefully handing me the girls “Athena, she’s the one with the darker hair..and Kyra she’s the one with the birth mark on her cheek” Rhea said before kissing me “I love you, I love you three so much” I said softly. “If it’s okay, the boys want to come over in a bit, dom tried to force them to let him come in right after the delivery.” She said softly “of course our girls need to meet their uncles, what about your parents?” I asked her “they are heading down tomorrow” she said.

I slid over in bed as I laid there with rhea and my girls, all three of them sound asleep, it was so peaceful, well that was until the boys got there, dom come rushing through the door, almost tripping when he got in causing Rhea to wake up. “Good going dom dom” I joked and gave him a weak smile, to which he returned with tears in his eyes “why are you crying dom?” I asked “I was just so worried about you, I haven’t slept. I’ve texted rhea and the boys all day, and I just couldn’t wait to meet my nieces when rhea told me that you guys where healthy” he rambled on before Finn stopped him “don’t talk the poor girls ear off”, they all walked closer seeing the two small baby’s in my arms, them asking their names, and us continuing talking, they stayed there for about two hours before leaving because I was tired.

The end! Thanks for reading! If you liked it please leave a request of your own!

Xoxo, v4mp-

#wwe rhea ripley #rhea x reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #mami rhea #rhea ripley x fem reader #wwe fluff #fluff #wwe fic #fanfic

[steddieas-shegoes]

for the request :D

i need more eleven and steve with a sibling bond and hopper as steve's adoptive dad pls! steve deserves to have a loving family and steve hopper just hits different yk? plus i love steve and eleven being protective over each other 🤧

tysm !!

UGH I LOVE IT!!!! This is from Hopper's point of view, hope that is okay. It just felt like it needed to be? This was so good to explore. I definitely want to explore Steve and El being overprotective siblings more in the future, even if it's just in the background. I hope you love this! - Mickala ❤️

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Hopper was at the door. Again.

This was the third party he busted at the Harrington residence in as many weeks.

Steve just didn’t seem to get the picture that he was watching over him.

See, Jim Hopper was far from an idiot.

He knew that Steve was left alone a lot since the too-young age of 11.

He knew that Steve was popular at school.

He knew that rich, popular kids with empty houses usually threw parties.

And it was kind of like Steve wanted him to break these up at this point.

He wasn’t changing the time, the location, the invitees, anything.

All it took was Hopper driving by the first time, and he was in on it all.

Steve was expected to throw these parties, Hopper was expected to break them up. So it goes.

And if that’s what Steve needed from him to keep up his appearances as a “cool kid”, then he could do that.

“Steve.”

“Chief! You wanna come in?”

Steve was slurring his words, his eyes unable to focus on anything.

He was drunk.

He hadn’t been the last two times Hopper broke up the parties. In fact, he’d been in complete control and sober.

Something was wrong.

Steve throwing a party he shouldn’t be was one thing. Steve being wasted at said party was another entirely.

“Uh no. I’d like everyone to leave though.”

“I can’t! This is my house,” Steve giggled.

God, he didn’t get paid enough for this.

“Alright. I’m gonna get everyone out of here. You go shut off the music and drink some water.”

“But then I have to think about stuff.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

He was well aware of how neglected Steve was for most of his life. His parents threw money at nannies that barely did their job, and then threw money at Steve like that was the equivalent of love.

The only person who showed him love was Nancy.

“Where’s Nancy?”

“Oh she broke up with me. Said I was bullshit and we were bullshit and then she left with Jonathan because he’s not bullshit.”

That was. A lot to unpack. He didn’t have time though.

“Steve. I need you to focus okay? I need you to shut the music off so I can tell everyone to go. Then you need to go to your kitchen and drink at least a full glass of water. Make sense?”

“Sure thing, Chief!”

He stumbled away, possibly in the wrong direction, but Hopper didn’t really care so long as he got this shut down.

As he walked through the living room and dining area, he told kids they had five minutes to be gone or he was calling their parents.

They scattered quickly; They knew he wasn’t messing around.

He did the same with the kids on the stairs, the kids in the hall, and the kids in the kitchen.

Finally, the music shut off and more kids came running downstairs. When they spotted Hopper, they kept scampering right out the front door.

He figured the rest were probably in bedrooms or hiding in the backyard, and he needed to check on Steve again first.

Steve was standing at the back door, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

“Steve?”

“Just need a minute.”

“Okay, kid.”

Hopper took the chance to open the back door and yell to everyone that if they weren’t off the property in two minutes, he was arresting them all for trespassing.

It wouldn’t hold up, not with how many of these kids had parents with money for good lawyers, but it scared them.

He walked around the house, checking each room to ensure it was empty.

By the time he got back to Steve, he was passed out on the couch.

Hopper made sure he was on his side, blanket covering him, and a glass of water on the coffee table in front of him.

As he did the bare minimum to make sure Steve stayed alive, he had to wonder when the last time someone actually took care of Steve was.

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Steve started coming around to pick up and drop off El.

He was the designated soccer mom apparently, always bringing the kids where they needed to go: the arcade, the mall, the movies, the park.

He seemed to do it every day, no complaints.

El loved Steve.

She came home with a skip in her step, a smile on her face.

If he asked her how everyone was, her first response was always “Steve’s great.”

He’d be worried about it being a crush if she wasn’t stupidly in love with Mike. He’d almost prefer Steve.

But El just latched onto Steve in a different way. Like he was a protective older brother who made stupid jokes to make her laugh, but also argued with her over the radio.

Hopper was still worried about Steve. He graduated, but he was starting a summer job soon. A job that would leave him unavailable most days.

Hopper wasn’t a fan of this, and if he were rich, he probably would have offered Steve money to just be the kids’ chauffeur all day every day.

Within a week of his new job, El was barely leaving the house.

Hopper offered to drive her places before his shifts and she refused.

She didn’t even want to visit Steve at work.

Hopper didn’t mind paying him a visit, though.

“Hey, Hop. Everything okay?” Steve greeted.

“Just fine. You?”

“Any day in this uniform is another day I lose dignity, so.”

Hopper hid a smile.

The kid was funny, even if he didn’t mean to be.

“Got a favor to ask. El’s been pretty bummed about you starting this job and not spending much time with her and the others. Think you could take them somewhere your next day off? I could give you gas money.”

“Oh! Yeah. I don’t need gas money, though. The fair’s in town in two weeks, so I figured I’d take them all.”

“Great! Uh,” he cleared his throat, worried he seemed too excited. “I’ll tell El.”

“Awesome.”

But if Hopper knew what the fair had in store for all of them, he would have made them all stay home. He would’ve stayed home.

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After Vecna, Hopper had a lot of clean up to do.

He knew he left a mess, but he had no idea how much that mess exploded while he was gone.

El would barely leave his side. She sometimes sat at Max’s bedside in the hospital, but only if Steve sat with her. Then, she was right back home sticking close to his side.

He was grateful for Steve, truly.

He would show up every other day at the same time, give El a long hug, tease her about something stupid that made her crack a smile, and then bribe her to leave so Hopper could have some time to himself.

You’d think spending so long away would make him want to always be surrounded by the ones he loved, but not quite.

When Steve brought her back, she seemed lighter. Not relaxed, but like she’d been able to experience being a teenager. Just regular things.

Steve told him he brought her to get ice cream sometimes, sometimes they’d just drive around singing to songs on the radio, sometimes they’d walk around the quarry trail and try to find butterflies and birds.

He didn’t care what they did.

He knew she was safe with Steve.

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When Eddie Munson’s name was cleared, they all had a party at Steve’s house.

A party that happened during daylight hours and was mostly children and their parents.

Quite a turn of events for Steve Harrington.

But most importantly, he let El help plan the whole thing.

She needed a distraction since Max was still not awake, and the only person who knew what would help was Steve.

They planned board games, and food, and they cleaned the pool together in case anyone wanted to swim.

“Steve. You are being very silly,” El said with a frown as Steve put a party hat on his own head.

“It’s a party! We’re supposed to be silly,” Steve replied, leaning over to place a party hat on her head.

Hopper watched fondly as El smiled.

“Purple is my favorite color.”

“I know. That’s why I picked it.”

Steve was a good kid. He was a good adopted brother to El.

And Hopper could admit now that he was beyond just seeing Steve as a kid he watched out for the best he could.

Steve was more like a son to him than he probably was to his actual parents, more like a brother to El than even Will or Jonathan were.

He watched as Steve pulled El into a hug and started swaying back and forth, dancing.

El was laughing. Steve was laughing. Light and carefree were words seldom used to describe either of them, but when they were together, Steve and El were like the children they never really got to be.

“Steve, can I talk to you?”

Hopper wasn’t really big on emotions. He felt them, just like everyone did, but he didn’t talk about them.

But Steve needed to hear this, he needed to know that someone loved him and believed he was good.

El smiled and went outside to see if Robin and Nancy needed any help with anything there.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I just…” Hopper pulled Steve into a hug.

It was awkward, maybe a little forced at first, but the moment Steve sank into it, Hopper pulled him in tighter.

“I love you, kid. You know that, right? I’ve been takin’ care of you, watchin’ out for you the best I can for years. You don’t have to be the strong one all the time, okay?”

Steve let out a sob against his chest and Hopper felt the telltale burn in his throat that he was not far behind.

“You and El are my kids, you got that? I’m always gonna protect you both. El and I love ya so much.”

“Love you both,” Steve gasped out.

Hopper didn’t let go. He knew Steve needed this. He kind of needed it too.

But El walked in, frown on her face.

“Steve? Are you okay?”

Steve sniffled and tried to wipe his tears away without her noticing that he was crying, which just wasn’t going to work. She was too perceptive.

“I’m fine, El.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No! I’m really fine.”

El glanced at Hopper, his eyes red, but his face trying to remain strong and passive, like Steve had just started crying on him, not that he’d been the one to initiate the hug.

She looked back at Steve, who was starting to pull away from Hopper’s arms.

She quickly ran to them, Hopper’s arms pulling away to wrap around her now as she wrapped her own arms around Steve.

“Steve is our family, too?”

“Yeah, kid. He is.”

“Like my brother?”

“If you want me to be,” Steve said as he turned slightly in their arms.

“Of course. I love you like family.”

“I love you too, El.”

Hopper cleared his throat and pulled away.

“Alright, alright. Party’s starting soon. Guest of honor should be here any minute unless he got himself into trouble.”

“Do not be mean about Eddie. He is a very nice person to me and to Steve.”

Steve was blushing, looking down at the floor.

Uh oh.

Hopper knew that look.

“We’ll talk about that later, Harrington.”

“Yes, sir.”

El giggled and ran out the back door, dragging Steve with her.

Hopper sighed.

What did he get himself into?

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #el hopper #jim hopper #request #anon request #ficlet #hurt/comfort #protective hopper

[maxiscoolongg]

"NEVER FUCKING TOUCH HIM."

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PATRICK HOCKSETTER X FEM!LATNIA READER X HENRY BOWERS

WARNINGS: kinda yandere?, I'm not Latina or anything so I will be using Google translate for some stuff!, angry scared reader, swearing, Patrick being patrick, mention of murder?,

Summary: Y/N found a haunted house that she thought would be fun with her two lovers but only to be even more scared then ever

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You were the complete opposite of the two boys you so very loved for. You, a sweet, caring, loving, beautiful, angelic, person. Was with Henry Bowers and Patrick Hocksetter? It was a weird mix that's for sure, maybe Patrick and Henry weren't, but you + them? Shook the whole school

You are the popular girl, the one who is on the cheer team and everyone is probably jealous of. Your little brother Richie Tozier? He never told you about the bullying he got from Bowers gang, mostly from Henry and Patrick, they practically threatened him and the losers club to shut their mouths and not tell you

Richie, is and still is protective. No kiddin' though, he's been through alot still being a 13 year old? This kid is tough. You looked up to him even though he was younger, he was your little brother and still very much you loved him. If you found out what's been happening to him and his little club? You would kill the bullies yourself!

—{★}—

You were looking at your mirror in your locker fixing every detail possible, the boys who stood behind you leaning on the other lockers were confused, you were perfect! How could you possibly need to fix anything? Any detail they thought it was beautiful. It never made sense to them.

You smiled looking at yourself happily as you turned around closing your locker and locking it before looking up at the two boys with a smile. "Okay, so I was thinking-" you said before getting cut off immediately "No." Henry said as you frowned as you three walked "I didn't even finsh the damn sentence!" You said with a slight pout as he smiled a bit "anyway! I was thinking of going to a haunted house this week! You know? It'll be fun" you said shrugging with a now smile bright as ever, not noticing the grin that perked on Patrick's face as he looked at Henry with a 'Please' type of look.

Henry could easily say 'No, that's to childish' but, both if them could see the way you would look scared. It would practically send them off a rampage of.. well, you know. So they both agreed in their own way "Sure, but you owe us, dollface" patrick said as he put his arm around your shoulder you made a confused face but shook that off.

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To say this was what they expected was completely right. They saw the way your eyes flashed in anger and sacredness as a clown jump scare popped up normally screaming; Santo hijo de puta. They both saw it and it to say the least turned them on in a way,

Seeing you scared and clinging on Patrick's arm? Fucking hell he would go crazy, definitely grinning from ear to ear. Not in a sweat way btw. Hug Henry on accident? He will absolutely smirk a little as he would mock you a bit

Your fear of (__) would fucking go crazy if it was in there, your scared of clowns? Watch your back bb, there's gonna scare the living shit outta you

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"Santo hijo de puta!" You yelled in fear as you jumped a bit from the jumpscare infront of you as you turned a corner them following you "What? You scared" patrick asked as I frowned "Take a guess" you said as patrick put his arms around your waist "It ain't that scary just a little jumpscare!" He said as you sighed

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—{I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD}—{MY FRIEND REQUESTED THIS SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT POOKS<3}{wattpad: tatesslvtxo}

#henry bowers #patrick hocksetter x reader #henry bowers x reader #polyamory #it 2017 #richie tozier #losers club #bowers gang #imagine

[hs-is-loml]

Isn't The Same Without You (c.f)

masterlist

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader, Conklin!Reader (Steven's Twin)

Summary: Another summer at Cousins isn't what you expected it to turn out to be. You've spent every summer there with your family and the Fishers. You didn't expect some feelings to unravel and reveal themselves by the start of it. (Part One)

For you, Always (part two), Flashbacks of You (part three), Making you Blush (part four)

Warnings: it's mainly fluff, tell me if I missed anything, anyways grammar errors...

a/n: there will be multiple parts to this! but it can also be a stand-alone even though it's mainly an introduction! hope you enjoy :)

It was a new year, a new summer at Cousins with the Fishers. Your families were always so close while we were growing up. Spending every last minute together during the summer, or at least that’s how you remember it. You know that things did change when Susannah got sick. It broke your heart hearing from Conrad that she was sick again. He had told you a couple of months ago when he found out. He called you one night not even meaning to tell you, but the second you heard his voice you knew something was going on. Conrad and you were always the closest pair while growing up even though you were Steven’s twin. Everyone who knew you and Conrad always said if you saw one the other was close behind. Susannah would always say that you and Belly were destined for her boys. Conrad and you then Jeremiah and Belly. 

You do have to admit that you’ve always loved Conrad and did your best to understand him when he was having a rough time. That’s what he loved about you, even in his darkest moments you were always able to pull him out. You even went to go see them in April over spring break to bring some comfort to Conrad. Susannah was so grateful for you that week for being able to bring the old Connie to her with such ease. Maybe you two were more than best friends, everyone saw it, but neither could bring yourselves to admit that to the other. 

The car came to a stop in front of the infamous Fisher beach house. You saw Jeremiah rushing to your mom to give her a hug before moving on to Steven and Belly. You headed straight to Susannah giving her the tightest hug you could manage without actually hurting her. She gently placed her hands on your cheeks and admired you.

“Darling, you’ve always been so lovely, but every year you grow to become even more beautiful,” she pointed out to you.

“I’ve missed you guys so much,” you admitted to her.

“Trust me we’ve missed you all too. I think one missed you more than the rest of us though,” 

“Where is he by the way?” you asked.

As if he knew he was mentioned when you saw him walking to the front, you quickly let go of Susannah and made your way to him as fast as you could. When you two were close enough, you pulled him into a much-needed hug. He grasped you tightly almost as if he was scared to let you go. 

“Finally,” he muttered into your neck.

“I know, I’m here,” you whispered to him. As you said that you feel him pull you even closer than you thought possible. Your hand traveled from his back into his hair to play with it. 

You two stood there for another minute before pulling apart to just put your foreheads together. You stared into his alluring eyes while he stared back down at you. His hands gripped your waist in a way most friends wouldn’t call platonic. You both chose to be oblivious to the obvious stares from your families.

In everyone else’s head there just waiting for you two idiots to get together. They say, “It’s inevitable.”

“Conrad, you gonna hog her all day or what?” Jere called a few feet away from us wanting a hug.

“Jere, give me a minute,” Conrad replied.

“Con, I’ll come back to you. I always will,” you told Conrad.

What you didn’t know was the effect you had on him when you said that. The reassurance that you gave him was always so comforting. In a messed up twisted way, Conrad loved that you always came back to him. He loves you in more ways than one. In all reality, he loved everything about you, flaws included. He looks at you like you put the stars in the sky.

“Okay,” he leans down to kiss your forehead before smiling at you as he loosens his grip on you. Right before he lets go, your hands move to squeeze his before turning away to look at Jeremiah.

You see him talking to Steven and Belly while occasionally glancing back at you. He looks back and notices that it was his turn for a hug and made his way toward you. He speeds up to pick you up and twirl you around.

“Jeremiah, put me down!” you squeal trying to hold on to him. You feel your feet hit the ground and Jeremiah staring down at you. 

“You know, he never is the same without you by his side,” he whispered into your ear.

You let out a giggle that brings the attention of a certain someone that glares into the back of Jeremiah’s head.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m being for real right now. He’s been so grumpy for the past few months. The last time I actually saw him be himself was when you visited during the break,” he says while letting you go. You stood there for a second to process what he had said.

“It’s time for a belly flop…” you hear Steven say and with that, you see Steven and Jeremiah wrangle Belly to carry her to the pool.

Conrad walks back up to you and grabs your bags. He heads inside and you watch the other two boys throw Belly into the pool. Before catching up with Conrad, you notice Belly pulled Jere in with her with the old classic “I hurt my ankle,” trick.

“You shouldn’t be jealous, Connie,” 

“Me, jealous?”

“When are you not?” you retort.

As you guys made your way into your shared room. You’ve shared a room for as long as you remember because you were supposed to share a room with Steven but considering the number of fights you guys had. Conrad’s room was definitely the better option and he never seemed to mind. He even had a picture of you two last summer during the fireworks where he was holding your waist with your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek on his bedside table.

You were always confused about whether or not Conrad shared the same feelings as you. Sometimes it was so obvious but out of the blue, he had a girlfriend or somebody he was talking to. It always hurt your heart to find out from someone else that he was dating someone that wasn’t you. Something you did notice though was he never really had somebody during the summers you spent together. 

What was even worse is that you shared every first together. First kiss, first time, first dance, first prom, but neither of you had the guts to admit anything. You both knew deep down that you shared love for one another but could never voice it out enough to make it serious. 

“I do not get jealous over my brother hugging you.”

“If looks could kill, Jere would be six feet under by now.”

“Yeah, okay.”

#conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher #tsitp x reader #the summer i turned pretty #conrad x reader #conrad fisher imagine #tsitp fanfic #fic #fluff #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #tsitp imagine #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty x you #conrad #steven conklin #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty x reader

[spencers-abit-weebish]

Up For The Challenge

XxX

Warnings: Slight Sexism, Slight Homo/Transphobia (if you squint), Typical Cod Violence, Sevearly Violent Language

The One Where: Kate Laswell introduced Task Force 141 to her favorite team.

Pairing: 141 x 333

A/n: The two 141 oc/readers I made for this are Tangled and Bang, I personally like how they are so far but don’t hesitate to give me your input. Also let me know if there’s any spelling or grammar errors cause I hate having those

W/c: idk, I might’ve gotten carried away

xXx

"I think it's time to call in the big guns" Laswell said over the comms.

"Big guns, what bloody big guns we have to get out of here" Price said as he and Ghost tended to a wounded soldier.

"I'm sending Medical Evac, when you guys get back Price I want to meet with you, I'm teaming the 141 up with another task force, smaller than you guys but stronger" Laswell said causing Ghost and Price to look at eachother.

"Watcher-1 out"

xxx

"How do you feel?" Price asked as he watched Gaz get his waist bandaged up.

"Like shit," Gaz said

"You took a hell of a fall, had no choice but to leg it" Price said.

"Give us a scare like that again and I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug" Soap chuckles causing the other men to look at him confused.

"English MacTavish" Ghost groans rolling his eyes as he struggles to hold down a soldier who was refusing to get treatment.

"Apologies Lt, I'll smack him upside the head. Is that better?" Soap asked sarcastically before looking over at him and laughing.

"Hey Tangled, how you doing over there?" Gaz chuckles after following Soap and Price's gaze to the bed behind him.

"Just peachy Gaz" Tangled said as she tries to bite Ghost.

"You lot stay here, I have to go meet up with Laswell" Price said looking down on his phone.

"Like hell yer going alone. I wanna know who the hell she was talking about earlier" Soap argues.

"Me too" Gaz said slowly getting off the bed.

"Stop moving you bloke, you have bruised ribs" Tangled scolds.

"Yeah and you need stitches!" Gaz retaliates.

"Too late, I glued her head, she'll be fine" The nurse groans as Tangled growls at her. Ghost pinches her as the nurse slaps a bandaid over the cut. Tangled huffs as she gets off the bed helping Gaz get up.

"You're like a dog" Gaz chuckles tossing an arm over her shoulder for support.

"Oh bug off, let's go see Laswell" Tangled said.

“Bang how’s it going over there?” Price asked.

“Go ahead without me, I’ll still be a while” Bang says from across the room as the nurse tending to them is still tending to their many, many bruises.

Price sighs heavily but agrees. After checking in on the rest of 141, he takes the four stubborn soldiers to his office where Laswell was already waiting.

"Price, and why am I not surprised; Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Tangled" She greeted the other four soldiers who nodded at her in agreement.

"C'mon Laswell don't beat around the bush" Price requested.

“Task force 333, they tend to stay under the radar, don’t really have much of a base command like you guys. But they’re a hell of a team, my proudest I’d say” Laswell starts.

“I thought we were your favorites” Tangles teases but the look Laswell gives her makes her pout.

“You are, but let’s just say they have a leg up against you guys. They’re a small team but I’ve seen them do some amazing things. There’s no doubt in my mind that whatever team you have left and theirs combined, you two will be an unstoppable force” Laswell said.

“If your that confident then I am too, bring ‘em in and we’ll talk strategy” Price says

"Okay, call what's left of your team thats not on medical leave, need to inform everyone as soon as possible” She instructed

xxx

The entirety of Task force 141 sat around the briefing room. At least those of those who we're good enough to leave the infirmary.

"Next week you guys will be going back out there" Laswell informs. A lot of the men protest with valid arguments.

"Half our team is in the infirmary for at least the next week"

"We got our asses handed to us last time"

"If we go back out there with less men than before we'll be sure as dea-"

Ghost slams his fist down on the table causing everyone to jump and shut up.

"I hope you have a plan here Laswell" Price sighs heavily as he looks around at his men that weren't in the medical wing on the building.

"There's another team I can pair you guys up with, they're smaller than you for sure, it's only 8 soldier's but the 8 of them, plus the 9 of you and the other 4 that should come back before the mission. That should be enough men to get us our target" Laswell explained.

"How do we even know they're still going to be there?" Scarecrow asked.

"They're not, but we're tracking their every move thanks to Gaz not only putting locators on their vehicles, and Tangled somehow on their helmets of a few of their men" Laswell said gesturing to the soldiers with a bandaged ribcage and a glued forehead.

"Is Cap'n still leading this mission?" Roach asked his hand rubbing circles on his aching shoulder. Laswell looked over at Price who shrugged.

"If we're bringing another task force into this then I rather work with the other Captain than take the reigns" He said.

"I'll get them down here as soon as possible, everyone take the rest of today and tomorrow off, but I expect to see you all down at the training field 0600 sharp on Friday" Laswell said. Everyone left with the exception of Ghost and Price.

"Who exactly is this 'other taskforce' that you're calling Kate?" Price asked.

"Don't worry about it Price, they'll see you Friday, 0600 sharp. I'll make sure of it" Kate smiles grabbing her phone. Ghost notices the pep in her step as she dials a certain number.

xxx

"Hey! Packup, we're going to the 141 Command base" Missus Laswell barks.

"Already packed Captain" Bug smiles innocently as she plays a game of solitaire at the coffee table.

"Bug if I go into your room and find all your clothes piled in a corner I'll take away your driving privileges" Missus says causing the Sergeant to scramble up from his seat and head to their room.

"Pain! Panic! Come in we gotta pack up!" Hades yelled out the back door at the set of twins that were playing basketball in the backyard. Pain threw the basketball at Panic causing them to groan in pain when it hit their chest. Pain chuckled nervously before bolting indoors and upstairs getting chased by her twin.

"You all packed Hades?" Missus asked.

"I never unpacked, we never stay at Otto's for more than two weeks" Hades shrugged.

"They're not wrong" Otto said walking into the kitchen opening the fridge.

"We're still very appreciative Otto that you and your wife opened your home to us" Missus reminds her.

"Home? More like Castle, we've been here over a dozen times and I still get lost on my way from the bathroom" Tick said a towel wrapped around her neck as she caught the bottle Otto tossed her.

"The house is fully equipped with a smart home system Tick, just ask Alexa for directions" Otto teased.

"Pack up guys, we're leaving for 141's base in a few hours" Missus said. The rest of the team saluted as they all left leaving their Captain with their lieutenant.

"Have you seen Athena?" Missus asked.

"I got this, Bug!" Hades called out. They heard a bedroom door open and close Bug calling out to their Lieutenant.

"Yeah Hades- ow!" Bug could be heard tripping over her own two feet.

"I got the first aid kit" Athena sighs loudly coming out of the office.

"Athena, go fix Bug then pack up, we're leaving" Missus orders causing the Lieutenant to nod her head before heading upstairs.

xxx

"How's your head Tangled?" Soap asked.

"Ask again and I crack yours open like an egg" Tangled growled.

"Bang wake up before you crack your head open" Price said gently.

"I got 'em Cap" Gaz said pulling an energy drink out of his bag. he cracked it open causing Bang's head to shoot up like a predator before looking over at the dark skinned man who chuckled offering them the drink.

"Hey Cap, where the hell is this team, didn't Laswell say 0600 sharp?" Toad asked from where he sparred with his sniper counter-part.

"I did Toad, and last time I checked it's, 0558" Laswell said walking up to the team of 10 soldiers. Bang had been cleared out of infirmary not too long after the meeting with Laswell but there were still some more guys who have confirmed they'll be good for the mission on Wednesday.

Before anyone else could say anything they watched as a helicopter that was in the distance came over flying above them. 4 ropes dropped from the helicopter, two on each side, and two people dropped from each rope.

"Thanks Dixon!" Bug cheerfully waves off the pilot who salutes them before flying off.

"0559, cutting it a bit close there aren't you honey?" Laswell smirks at the soldier standing front and center of the team. The 141 look at eachother confused as they watched the soldier take off their helmet and mask.

"Sorry love, Bug made us stop for döner on the way here" Missus said pressing a light kiss to Laswell's temple before the group looked back at Bug who was unwrapping his döner.

"Hey I got one for everyone, there's at least 19 left in this bag" Bug said taking off her mask and putting their goggles on top her helmet before taking a bite from his döner.

"I'll take one" Tangled shrugged. Bug smiles setting the lunch bag down and tossing one to the girl with the bandaid on her forehead.

"Wha' in the bloody queen's name is going on 'ere" Bang asked.

"Men, I want you all to meet Task Force 333, also known as Task Force W.I.T.C.H." Laswell said her hand on Missus's back while the taller woman had her arm around Kate's waist.

"Yer all a bunch of girls?" Archer asked.

"Not exactly, Panic and Hades are nonbinary, and Bug is genderfluid" Missus said.

"What does W.I.T.C.H stand for then" Toad asked.

"Woman in total control of herself" Athena answered.

"So yer all a bunch of girls" Archer repeats himself.

"Shut the fuck up Archer, incase you forgot Bang's nonbinary, and I'm a woman, we won't hesitate to remove your eyeballs and replace them with your testicals" Tangled shouted. Gaz shushed her gently wrapping his arms around his waist pulling her away from the sniper.

"Like I said, this is Task Force 333, you will treat them with the utmost respect because this team, has done double what you all have done, and don't underestimate them, cause as individual's, they can make your life flash before your eyes, now pair up, there's 10 of you and 8 of them, Witches choose your opponents, we have five days to get ready for this" Kate orders.

Missus smirks as she walks up to Price patting him on the back.

“Price”

“Laswell”

The two captains interacting caused the rest of 333 to suck it up and grab a partner. Hades immediately went to Tangled feeling more comfortable in the presence of a woman while Bug went to Bang. Athena partnered up with Gaz and Panic went over to Ghost. Pain smirks as she walks over to Archer Otto right behind her as she chooses Toad. Tick shrugs as she walks over to Soap leaving Scarecrow and Ozone to pair up with each other.

“Do y’all have any techniques you can teach us?” Scarecrow asked.

“Let’s do 30 minutes of sparing and we’ll switch partners and we can go from there” Price says. Missus whispers in his ear causing him to nod. “Hades, Bang, come over real quick”

The two captains discuss with 333’s Lieutenant and 141’s Staff Sergeant quickly before dismissing them.

“Begin” Kate says.

xxx

Task Force 333 smirk victoriously over half the men they had taken down and were groaning on the floor.

“That’ll teach you to mess with women” Pain says standing over Archer’s body.

"Pain honey, they're not the enemy please don't kill them" Athena says.

"He's not dead, just in pain" Pain sighs dramatically.

"We need him at his best on Wednesday kiddo, trust me I'm not happy about it either" Hades said an arm tossed over Tangled's shoulder. It's easy to assume the two of them became quick friends.

"He'll be fine, Archer and Toad are melodramatic due to being our snipers" Bang said.

"That's their only job?" Panic asked from their position next to Ghost. The two almost stood at the same height and both soldiers fairly out of breath from having the same hand to hand combat techniques.

"Well they're good at other stuff but yeah, for the most part they're our official snipers" Price says. Missus hums to herself sharing a look with the rest of her team.

"Switch" She announces. Bang and Hades immediately pair up together, Ghost this time walks over to Archer picking him off the ground, Missus picks up Toad.

"You okay there buddy?" Tangled asked as she helps Gaz off the ground.

"Might've hurt him too badly, should've told me about your ribs honey" Athena says in a motherly fashion.

"It's fine, I'll live" Gaz grunts as he gets off the ground.

"I'll take Athena, Bug looks like they're open" Tangled said gesturing to the energetic sergeant who was beaming with Tick who just patted her head.

"Bug, you're with me!" Gaz calls out. Bug smiles putting her goggles back on bouncing over to the bruised man. "Go easy on me kid" Gaz chuckles. Tangled smiles as she steps to the side with Athena.

"Pain, I got you" Soap says walking up to the woman almost his height.

"Only if you're sure" Pain shrugs. Panic chuckles patting her back as they pair up with Ozone leaving Otto with Price and Tick with Scarecrow.

xxx

"I expect you all ready by Wednesday, Witches, please behave, and someone get Bug another snack before she combusts" Laswell says before leaving.

"Hey Bug, still got those döner?" Gaz asked from the ground.

"Yeah, I haven't taken any more since I wanted you guys to get some first" Bug beams as they grab the lunch bag. They hand out the döners to the 141, who most were lying on the floor with the exception of Ghost, Tangled, and Price. Bang sat on the floor leaning against Price's leg. The rest of 333 took the last of the döner leaving one left in the bag.

"You can have the last one Bug, we know you love the food of your people" Missus says.

"Are you sure" Bug asked taking the goggles off his face. The rest of her team nodded making her beam as she took the last döner.

"I'll admit, we definitely underestimated you guys, then again I shouldn't be surprised Laswell, any team led by you is bound to be great" Price compliments.

"Don’t look at me, my team does everything themselves. I'm pretty sure half of us would be dead if it wasn't for Athena and Hades" Missus compliments causing the two Lieutenants to blush heavily.

"Well I mean Otto's the one with the PHD, we'd definitely be dead if it wasn't for her" Athena says.

"Okay but the amount of times Bug has saved us from snipers," Otto states.

"Don't look at me, Tick is the reason I'm alive today" Bug shakes her head from their seat on the floor next to Bang in front of Tangled.

"Okay but Pain and Panic are the youngest on the team and have saved our asses more than once" Tick says.

"We're only as good as our mentor" The twins say in unison causing all eyes to land on Hades.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you and eat your food" Hades hides their red face by pulling their mask back over it.

The 141 chuckles at 333's atics realizing none of the members could take a compliment.

Most of the day was spent with the two tasks forces training for an hour then taking a half hour break, a rule made by Missus which the 141 boys were grateful for due to Ghost and Price usually being ruthless with their training. Hades constantly jumped back and forth from having either Tangled or Bang as their opponent due to none of the Witches going up against each other for the chance of everyone getting a chance to train against someone they hadn't met before that day.

When lunch rolled around the two teams headed to the mess hall together in a fit of laughter and loud talking.

"You know, I really wouldn't mind working with them more often, they're really amazing" Gaz says as he watches Tangled laugh as Hades puts her in a choke hold ruffling her hair.

"How many of them you think are dykes?" Archer asks earning him a slap from Ghost.

"Just me and Missus man, both of us are taken anyways" Otto calls out over her shoulder as she and Laswell both hold up their wedding bands.

"They're a tough team that's for sure, Laswell, you think you guys could stay a little while longer, after the mission?" Price asks as the two teams stand outside the mess hall doors.

"For what reason Price, I gotta say my team's very busy" Missus says.

"Training, I know a few of my men are challenging for your team, and you witches are tough as hell, exhibit A;" Price pokes Archer’s rib cage causing the man to hiss in pain from the damage the 333 had inflicted on him. "I think we could help each other improve" Price suggests.

“Hades? This is your call kiddo” Laswell asked. Hades tilted their head side to side looking over the team of mainly men. Their eyes slightly connected with Soaps before quickly looking at Tangled.

"You think your men are up for the challenge?" Hades asked.

"We are" Tangled smirks leaning against Gaz.

"Sure wouldn't mind kicking their arses again" The twins smirk.

"What about it Price, wanna get your arse handed to you again by Athena" Bang teased from their Captain's side.

"Boys?" Price asked looking at his team who all shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah, we're up for that challenge then... Captain Laswell" Price steps up to the Captain that was just his height.

"So then be it Captain Price" Laswell smirks.

There stood the infamous 141 across from the fierce 333 in front. Unlikely pairs ready to form.

xxx

A/n: Let me know your input guys i always appreciate constructive criticism. So my plan was for Otto to be the only one in the group to not be paired with a MW2 character just to get some platonic fix’s with the teams cause those are always fun, and obviously I’m gonna make a task force 141 master list like the 333’s so I can give Tangled and Bang their own masterlists

Taglist: @fluffysmiko @abbiesxox @agspgrwasb

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[writing-fanics]

Changes between y/n and you cause when I start binge writing I start to forget but it’s the same it’s you

Imagine finding out while at Nevermore that you’re pregnant. Bring too nervous to even get up from the toilet seat crying, and wondering why this had to happen.

Then as if on cue Xavier arrived, wondering where you were since you two always walk to class together.

He sees you on the ground crying, with a pregnancy test in your hand. He doesn’t say a word tell talk about it later. He just kneels down and wraps his arms around you comforting you.

Holding you close as you cried, at the realization there’s a little baby inside you. You didn’t know how far along you were but the signs were their

Nausea, Fatigue, Swollen Breast, You remembered how you almost passed out while in class once and had skipped your period.

You were scared gripping onto his blazer while crying into his chest. He just whispered sweet nothings into your ear. How he’ll always be there and no matter what choice you make he’ll be there to support you.

But you could tell in his voice he was trembling he too was scared. So you also wrapped your arms around him holding him close.

The two of you secretly scheduled an appointment for She was only 3 weeks along.

Xavier was there with you and held your hand the entire time. It wasn’t long until the two of you started talking about the baby.

Should you keep it? Get rid of it? Or put it up for adoption?

You really didn’t know. The fact that the two of you created life inside you just maybe you feel happy a bit. You already saw a future with Xavier maybe a family down the line but now?

You were still in school and wouldn’t be able to handle a baby. Leaving for months then coming back for a couple of weeks to only leave again. That’s not healthy for either her or the baby.

Then there’s everyone finding out. The teachers. And possibly getting expelled for doing the deed on school. (Which probably has been done before students getting caught)

Xavier and You, decided you’d continuing talking and either come up with a deisicon soon. Of course, Wednesday found out easily it was too obvious. The signs that you gave off said it all.

Eventually, the two of you decided to keep the baby. It was a hard choice, yes being a young mom would be hard. At least, you’d have Xavier by your side.

When your friends found out they were both horrified and excited, that in 9 months they’d be seeing a little Thorpe/L/n.

[Y/n] obviously, down the line had to leave Nevermore due to her pregnancy but honestly was instant on Xavier staying so he could continue his education. But he of course was like “Fuck no!” And left along side y/n to help you with the pregnancy

Ugh, how tired the two of you would get. You decided, to live with your parents for the time being showing Xavier your child hood room. Your parents when they found out about the bay were both shocked angry but eventually

Came around, and decided to help out. Xavier oh my god, paint the entire baby room and would do it again once the two of you get your own place

He painted little stars, animals, and a big painting of you and him together and that just made you break down in tears.

Seeing the baby via ultra sound Omg. You were so happy and excited seeing the little head and hands. And heart beat

then Xavier had to deal with your crazy cravings to the point your parents helped him out.

Pickles and ice cream

Pickles and peanut butter

One moment you’d want something the next the smell would make you sick

He remembered when you were craving Korean food, and there wasn’t one nearby so this man drove an hour and a half just to bring you back some Korean food.

(I need to marry this man now!)

Was what you said out loud as you ate the food.

But seeing the baby. The entire world stopped. Seeing her tiny little hands and feet, when they placed her one your chest.

You were crying tears of joy. The moment Xavier saw her he was in love. His baby girl his daughter, oh he’d be the best father spoiling her rotten.

Keeping the boys away from her until she’s 30. When he held her in his arms oh did this man cry. While cooing over his newborn who stared up at him in awe.

She looked just like her mother and had the same features as him. His little girl.

Honestly,

Xavier would be an amazing dad kinda teared yo writing this it’s just so sweet

#xavier thorpe angst #xavier thrope x you #xavier thorpe x y/n #Xavier thorpe x reader

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𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐌; 𝟎𝟒

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"SO GOOD!" TUK SHOUTED, wanting everyone to know the goodness of the fruit she'd just bitten into, its pink essence lining her lips and cheeks. The same fruit you'd brought to her family in a basket earlier that week and no one dared to eat from your gift either, except Tuk who absent mindedly picked out the food when no one was looking due to its beautiful color. "No Tuk, don't eat that!" Kiri said, attempting to snatch the item away from her younger sister's hand, a game of cat and mouse being played until their father interjected. "Knock it off baby girl, just let your sister eat."

"But Dad..."

"And I don't wanna hear another word about it." Jake was fast to shut down his daughter's words of opposition, he understood Kiri's dislike for you after your harsh treatment these past few days, but he also understood why you had such a hard time accepting them. Neytiri hissed at her mate, "Jake...your daughter is not in the wrong, that girl has been cold to us for several days and has taught our children nothing of this new world." She reasoned with Jake to prove that their Kiri's actions were just, half scolding him for taking the side of someone he barley knew. "For all we know these fruits are infested with bugs."

Jake considered his wife's words for only a moment before jumping to choose a fruit for himself, a yellow one covered in spikes caught his eye as he took it out of the basket and devoured the snack in one large bite. He expected the fruit to be bitter and sour, instead his taste buds were met with an refreshing, almost enlightened flavor filled to the brim by juice.

The Sully's watched in interest while Jake's eyes opened wide, "this is pretty damn good. 'Tiri you gotta try one." Neytiri wondered if his reaction was exaggerated for the sake of being kind as she hesitantly took a bite of the fruit Jake held out to her. She would of course, never show her true feelings to the tasteful gift, opting to continue arguing against Jake. "Just because she brings us fruit, does not mean we can allow her to torment our children any longer."

Lo'ak winced at his mother's wording, sure you had not been the warmest towards them, but he's more than positive you could be much worse. "Torment is a strong word Mom, more like—" He found himself caught on how to better describe you in an attempt to salvage your reputation in the eyes of his mother. Sure he had not spoken to you as much as the others, and it wasn't because he'd been scared of you by any means, more like intimated.

Yes, Lo'ak can't remember the last time a girl "intimidated" him besides his own mother. You'd walked up to the foreign na'vi without any hesitation at all, while the rest of your people only stood and gawked—he always wondered if Ronal had not said what she had, was there any possibility of the two of you...being more? Not to mention your eyes, they were striking, pierced into the soul of anyone you simply glanced to. At least, that's what Lo'ak felt whenever he'd barely even be in your line of sight. But most of all, you were respected by everyone in your tribe—something Lo'ak would never accomplish, not now, not ever.

Sometimes he wondered if the intimidation sprouted from a place of envy. The people were always quick to flock to your side when in need, you were constantly praised for anything by all, young and old. Never ending stories were told to him by the other Metkyania whenever he'd ask, he sometimes questioned their reality, but every great legend has their fonnies too.

If only Lo'ak had the courage to speak this amazement he'd grown for you, maybe things would be different.

Kiri groaned at Lo'aks affinity towards you, "okay...she tolerates us, at most." Neytiri moved to wrap an arm around her daughter to relieve some of the stress she felt, "maybe the two of you are more alike than you know." Neteyam chimes in, now holding his own fruit that he broke in half to share with Tuk who happily accepted. "You both share a love for animals and stuff, that's why you butt heads so often."

"No, we butt heads because she provokes me." Leaning into her mother Kiri continued to think of every interaction she'd ever had with you, most of course, terrible but she did recall a time where you'd taught her about an animal she'd subtly caught interest in. But nothing could outweigh the negative affect your words and actions left. "Learn to get along with ___, alright? Let everything that's happened this far go. Maybe this is just her teaching best she knows how." Everyone went silent after Jake's words, he knew what it felt like to be looked down upon because you're an outsider, but he also knows what it feels like to be accepted when proving your worth. "Your mother wasn't exactly open to the idea of me comin' into the clan either, look at us now."

Neytiri grumbled something inaudible beneath her breath, at the mention of her actions so long ago being compared to now's events. The story was something they've heard a million times before, but never did they think it would be applied to their own lives. "She'll come around kids, I promise." Jake grabbed ahold of Neytiri's hand lovingly a small smile adoring his face.

The Sully children looked to one another with looks of uncertainty, only hoping their father's words would come to fruition.

You hummed to yourself, following behind Tsireya as the both of you carefully watched the shore for any signs of life. She carried a round bowl that carried many small aquatic animals, all of the same species—though there were many slight differentiations between each of them. "I cannot wait to eat these Tsireya! This year's cook will be wonderful."  She nodded at your words in agreement, "hmm yes, the crabs grow bigger every year, maybe it is a good omen."

A good omen? "For what exactly?" Your question was simply an aloud thought, not particularly expecting Tsireya to answer. She shrugged, "who knows? For the clan's good health or..." Tsireya trailed off, her eyes looking to something within the near distance, "something else." Shifting your gaze to follow hers, your eyes landed upon the Sully children. Today's lessons were cancelled because of your chores, but from the looks of it they'd still gone out to enjoy the day. They laugh loudly amongst each other, splashing water and kicking up sand—sometimes picking one another to twirl around. Not a care in the world, they looked truly happy. Like a real family.

You find yourself staring a bit longer than intended, unable to pull away from the scene. There were many nights you dreamed of what they had, and even more where you woke up in cold sweat to the harsh reality that a dream is still only a dream. Pathetic, you think—jealous of a bunch of outsiders.

"Oh ___." Tsireya calls to you in a sweet soft whisper, she captured both of your hands in one of hers, "don't cry you're too narlor, your eyes go puffy and wide like a fish when you do." You let out a small laugh at Tsireya's playful insult as she began to lead further down the shore, hand never leaving yours.

narlor - beautiful

Many minutes passed and both you and Tsireya assumed the Sullys to be long gone, but instead a much shorter figure approached both of you. "Tsireya, ___! Wait for me!" The youngest Sully child ran to where you and your friend stood, releasing uneven breaths from her gasping lungs.

"Kaltxì Tuk."

"Kaltxì Tuktirey." You both greeted simultaneously. "Kehe silly, everyone calls her Tuk." Tsireya was fast to correct you, looking to the young na'vi herself for confirmation, "isn't that right?" Tuk bobbed her head up and down, "just call me Tuk! Not Tuktirey ____!" A smile grew on your face at her effortless energy and joy, it's something that you loved about all children her age. "Ah, Tuktirey is such a txur name." You lowered yourself to be more leveled to Tuk, your tail swinging widely behind you. "It's the name of a tsamsiyu after all."

kehe - no

txur- strong

tsamsiyu - warrior

Tuk's mouth stretched widely to voice something, but for a moment's time she looked to hesitate before speaking again. "____ please show me where those tasty fruits are! We really like them a lot!" Her hands formed a cup to emphasize her desperation, stretching the please extra long as a final touch. Your eyes went bright with happiness and smile growing even wider (if that was possible) a small deep intendment appearing on your right cheek while faint wrinkles form around certain features.

"I would love nothing more Tuktirey—" Tuk wraps the length of her arms around your waist, nearly tipping both of you over onto the ground, giggling wildly in the process. "Join us Reya," Your form now hunched over to grasp Tuk in an equally playful hold. Tsireya smiled warmly at the scene, leaning over to gather a few crabs. "Mother will be looking for me soon, you two go." An obvious excuse, but neither yourself or Tuk barely paid any mind as you hurriedly raced each other down the beach.

"Tsireya tell me—was this a good idea?" She jumped, spooked by the sudden deep base of a male's voice behind her, turning to greet him. "Oh Neteyam, hello. You scared me." Holding a hand to her chest to settle her racing heart, "you surprise me in more ways than one." Tsireya's slow pace came to a complete stop, allowing Neteyam a moment to catch up. "This was your doing? Very clever, how did you know about ___'s weakness for children!" Gasp, "You have been watching her, yes?"

Neteyam's lit up at the realization he'd been caught, ears lifting to stand straighter on his head. "W-well perhaps not watching, maybe simply seeing a how she treats Tuk and the other children. That is it." Tsireya places a hand over her quaking mouth to silence the eruption of giggles threatening her lips. "I'm afraid the difference is none."

"Believe me, I know she has not been the kindest to us, but I can tell in truth she's only scared—I couldn't blame her for it." He watches as you and his sister carefully submerged into the ocean's water a ways away, but even from that distance he could see the smiles of joy on both your faces. Tsireya turned to begin the short journey back home, continuing  conversation.  "Despite what many think, ____ is simply still a child in many ways."

"What ways?" Neteyam's interest had been perked, he followed behind Tsireya closely to hear her words. "I have no right to say, in fact, I've said more than enough as is." She shook her head from side to side in an collection of response and disappointment in her own self. "Please forget what I've told you just now, Neteyam." Tsireya paced fastened, the oldest Sully sibling took this as a sign to stop trailing behind his friend. "Forgive me — I have overstepped many lines."

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This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 5

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

Biker!au

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Chapter summary: the aftermath of Jake being an asshole and oh, did you hear about the party tonight?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of losing a parent

Ch. 5 “Counting on beauty to kill off the beast”

Baby Ice

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Natasha grilling her about her new boyfriend, Javy, especially now that you knew he was in the same club as your dad. It was a great way to distract your brain.

“My dad do the shovel talk with him yet?” You asked. Nat basically grew up in your house. From the second you two met in kindergarten, you two had been attached at the hip. Bradley, of course, was also your best friend when you were little but it was different with Nat. Bradley wanted to play bikers all the time and played rough and sometimes you liked that but not all the time. He hated playing dolls with you and never wanted to play tea party, so the minute you found Nat you latched on especially when you found out she loved playing dolls. Oftentimes the three of you would play together so you didn’t have to choose between your two friends which worked out nicely. So for the parents who had decided they only wanted one kid , they almost always had at least two running around their house and sometimes the clubhouse, and they were grateful nonetheless. However, there was no question of where Nat’s loyalties lied when Bradley cheated. Natasha had your back. Always has.

Nat shrugs, “I’m not sure. If he has then I wasn’t told about it.”

“If dad threatened him then there’s a high possibility he also told Javy not to tell you. Or dad wasn’t the one who did it. I wouldn’t put it past Uncle Slider or Uncle Holly,” you said with a grin. “They both threatened your prom date. I thought that poor boy was going to pee his pants!”

Natasha laughs and shoves at your shoulder, “Hey now! Jeff was so nice! If they hadn’t of threatened him then maybe he and I would be married now. He took me to the dance then never talked to me again.”

“Well yeah! Poor guy feared for his life,” you said while laughing. “Now at least you found a guy who won’t pee himself in fear if he comes here to pick you up. Clearly he wasn’t scared when he dropped the food off. Which was so nice of him. Did you text him ‘thank you’ from me?”

“Yes, for the thousandth time, I told him you said thank you.”

“I don’t want him to think I’m rude!” you said exasperatedly. “I literally ran away from him earlier and that was embarrassing enough.”

“Hey, look at me,” Nat said and waits until you meet her eyes to continue. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is an emotional time for you. Javy probably kicked Jake’s ass for setting you off like that. He shouldn’t have said that and he was just being an asshole like always. He had no right.”

“Yeah but it’s been years. I should be over it by now…” you trail off.

Nat shakes her head, “Absolutely not. This is what we’re not doing. We’re not feeling bad about our emotions. Not only are you seeing your first big love for the first time since you broke up…”

“Only love,” you grumble.

Nat ignored you as she continues, “But you also just lost your mom. You’re in a fragile state. You can feel all your feelings if you want. I’m here for whatever you need. You want to cry all week? I’ll cry with you. You want to get mad and break shit? I’m sure we can find things to smash. It’s not like your dad doesn’t have a plethora of baseball bats or crowbars or anything. You want to go out dancing and show everyone how great you’re doing even if you don’t feel it 100% but you just want to make Bradley insane because of what he lost? Done deal. I’ll find a playlist and we can get ready to go out. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. I told Javy last week that this week was about my best friend and if he had a problem with that then tough shit but because he’s amazing he didn’t have any problem with it whatsoever and told me to tell him if we needed anything.”

You smile at Nat, “I’m really happy for you. You seemed to find a good one.”

“I did. I don’t know why he hangs out with Jake so much when there are better people to hang out with in the club but clearly he only has great taste in women,” Nat said as she laughs.

“Clearly,” you laugh with her.

You both turn when you hear a knock at your bedroom door.

“Come in!” you both said at the same time and continued laughing together.

The door opens and you see your dad standing there in his coveralls from working in the shop all day, “Well isn’t this a sight for sore eyes. My girls giggling together. Makes my old heart happy to see you two.”

And if that statement doesn’t just pull at your heartstrings. You feel guilty not being around lately for him. It’s why you wanted to spend the whole week here but is it really enough? Your mother was your father’s whole world until you came around. And now that he’s lost your mother? Sure, he has the club and his friends but you’re hours away. His baby girl. His princess. His baby ice.

You smile at your dad and roll your eyes, “You’re not that old dad.”

“Tell that to my back,” your dad said with a chuckle. “So, you girls heading to the party tonight?”

“What party?” You ask and look towards Nat who shrugs at you.

Your dad smirks, “It’s my baby girl’s homecoming party of course. Something to celebrate.”

You groan. That wasn’t how you wanted your night to go. You wanted a girls night with Nat and to maybe revisit her second option that she had listed earlier, the smashing shit one.

Your dad chuckles, “C’mon princess, you turned 21 two years ago and didn’t get to have the party I always wanted to throw you. Please let your old man have this one thing. I don’t ask for much.” He shoots you a pout, one you know very well since yours matches. Ice Man’s genes were strong.

You sigh and look towards Natasha again who once again shrugs.

“Like I said earlier, you call the shots this week. It’s your choice,” Nat says and then laughs when your dad gives her a thumbs up.

You worry your bottom lip. You’d literally be walking into a wolf’s den. There’s almost a 0% chance you won’t see Bradley. Are you ready for that? You couldn’t even handle his name being mentioned earlier.

“Well let me know what your decide, okay? I’m gonna go clean up and change. Regardless of your decision, do you two want pizza for dinner?” your dad asks pointing at the both of you.

You both nod at him.

“Perfect. I’ll order it. Listen out for the doorbell, k girls?” He asks and you both nod again before he’s backing out of your room and closing the door behind him.

You sigh and flop face first down on your mattress.

Nat lays down across your back, “Okay we got some options here: one, we stay here and hangout and don’t go to the party. Two, we go for like ten minutes to appease your father and then come back and hangout. Three, we go and stay by your uncles the whole time. Or, and this one is my favorite, four, we go and look hot as fuck and show Bradley exactly what he missed out on.”

You lift your head slightly, “What about four with three and two as backup plans?”

“Good idea, babes. We’ll need a code word just in case you want to leave immediately. I’m thinking…… avocado,” Nat said as she gets up off of you.

“Why avocado?” You ask looking at her strangely.

“When does that ever come into conversation? Plus you hate avocados.”

“They taste like grass!” You said with a grimace.

“And I will forever wonder why you confidently can compare the two. Okay, time to get up and get ready,” Nat said as she slaps your butt and stands up.

“Oww!” you yell and quickly sit up and throw a pillow at her.

She just laughs, “Let’s go times a tickin! We gotta make ourselves look even more hot!”

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[greeneyed-thestral]

I BOOKED A TICKET TO SEE MICHAEL IN NYE

so here's the thing

I went to London for the first time last october and going to the theatre there was a wake up call, as if a voice in my head that had been silent for a really long time whispered 'hey this is actually all you need to feel better? to sit in the dark and experience something special with other people that love it as much as you??'; so I wanted 'London at least once a year' to become a thing

right now I don't know what I'm doing with my life and some days I just feel like I want to hop on a plane and forget everything and everyone, sometimes I just stop and turn my head and realize oh I'm... not in London, but I remember who I was there??

one january evening I kinda mentioned to my sister that Michael would be doing a play at the National this spring; she got me all excited like we looked for planes, hotels and possible dates that could work for both of us and I literally couldn't switch off my head, which scared me, for I stayed awake all night 'till five o' clock writing a detailed schedule for this hypothetical crazy weekend

and then I kinda gave up the idea 'cause I don't have a job at the moment but what if someone calls me?? what if I'm away and I lose the chance of a lifetime? should I even go back so soon like shouldn't I wait for a better opportunity or something special?? but c'mon it's a weekend I mean who is going to need me AND YET--

my sister kept insisting for weeks but I didn't want to be bothered anymore 'cause I've been feeling really down and I didn't want to fool myself like last time, and everything felt pointless anyway

but last night she sent me screenshots of a plane and hotel option for a weekend in march when there's nothing going on here that binds me to stay, and I said you know what... maybe?

so she rushed into my room and not even two hours later we had booked the plane, the hotel and a theatre ticket for me to see Michael Sheen in Nye anD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU BUT I HAD A BREAKDOWN and started crying

'cause moments earlier there was nothing and now there was this thing and I felt overwhelmed like-- I'm actually going to London just for a day, but I get to see Michael?? like I'll be in the same room as this person that is so so special???

and I felt guilty and scared even though I never leave the house and I don't really do nice things just for me, yet still I ask myself if it's worth it and if I deserve it

there are actually many pros: I had a plane voucher to spend within the year, this is the last weekend my sister can come with me, we get to see London in spring, the hotel is great and very close to the theatre and to the underground, if everything goes according to plans we get to see another play in the afternoon as well, also it's not like Micheal performes live so close so often, who knows when I'll ever get the chance to see him again, and c'mon these past months are proof that I clearly love him in everything he does, don't I owe him this?

on the other hand I get so scared of what might happen like what if I go all the way there and then Michael can't perform that day, what if I wasted the voucher, what about delays and unexpected problems, also the show is going to be filmed, maybe I should have said no and stream it instead of choosing to go there...

I just feel like I'm always waiting for a perfect moment, the perfect occasion, and maybe this is one and I can't seem to see it; must it be that I need others to push me this way otherwise I would never do anything? I mean to me it's scary that I have to reach this breaking point to experience something when I'm well aware that booking a plane to a place that is two hours away it's the norm for other human beings

I just need someone to tell me I did the right thing. 🥺

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[dc-marvel-life]

Perfect Fit Part 4

Pairings: Wanda x Natasha x reader

Summary: Y/N is the new member joining the Avengers that came from a top-secret program in SHIELD that she was in all her life. Now that she has joined the team, she is experiencing life for the first time. She has caught the eye of the two most powerful women on the team.

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but here we are

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Two weeks have passed since Y/N joined the team, and she has been adjusting well. She has gotten into a routine around the compound: cleaning, training, eating, and more. She is delighted with her new home and new teammates, expectedly with Wanda and Natasha.

It is the afternoon with Wanda and Natasha making lunch in the kitchen. Recently Wanda has been making a little more food for lunch for the past week, and Natasha doesn’t know why. Wanda was cooking a delicious dish for both Wanda and Natasha. She always cooked the exact amount that they both needed. Now she makes enough for there is always exactly one extra dish. Natasha doesn’t mind having an extra bowl but is curious.

Then like clockwork for the past two weeks, Y/N is coming back from her lifting workout and passes the kitchen. While walking past the kitchen, she stops and smells the air.

“How come every day I pass here after the gym, you are always cooking something delicious” Y/N smiles and then walks over to the couple. She goes to the fridge, grabs a water bottle, and drinks it. Wanda and Natasha both watch the beautiful woman in front of them that is shirtless. Natasha and Wanda love when Y/N comes in without her shirt because they get a free show. 

“Y/N, would you like some lunch? I made an extra plate if you want any,” Wanda offers sweaty to Y/N. 

“Yes, I would love a plate. Thank you so much” Y/N grabs her plate and sits with the couple for lunch. They all sit down and have a nice lunch together, discussing anything and everything. Once they are all finished, Y/N grabs all the plates from them and starts to clean them.

“You don’t have to do that, Dulceata, you know that right. We can put away our own dishes,” Wanda says, getting up from her seat alongside Natasha.

“No, you guys. It is fine. You guys let me eat your food all the time now; the least you can let me do is clean the dishes. Also, Wanda, you need to teach me Romanian so I can understand what you are sometimes saying,” Y/N says, washing off the bigger chunks of leftovers and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. She has been curious about what the couple has been calling her. Natasha has been calling her Malysh in Russian and not telling her what it means. 

“Maybe one day we will, Malysh. Including since you took my job of cleaning up because Wanda always says that I can’t cook anything in the kitchen because I will burn it down or something,” Natasha said, waving her hand out.

“Because the 3 times you cook in the kitchen, there was an actual fire!” Wanda playfully shouts while Y/N is laughing. 

“Like I said, I do not mind at all. Also, Nat, can I ask you a question?” Y/N says to Natasha. 

“Sure, what is it?” Natasha says, getting up so she can look Y/N in the eye.

“Can you help me with a little extra training today?” Y/N asks quietly.

“Sure, Malyash. Do you mind if I ask why?” Natasha questions because of what she has seen so far Y/N is ready for her first mission and has some impressive moves that even shock her. 

“No, I just want the whole team to know I am ready for my first mission. I will train with everyone here if needed,” Y/N says seriously.

“Don’t worry, I think you are ready, and everyone here agrees. We just need to wait on a mission now, but of course, I will train with you. Come find me when you are ready later on, and we will train,” Natasha says, smiling and touching Y/N’s forearm. Y/N didn’t know what to do because she liked how Natasha made her feel. She doesn’t want to scare her off if that is possible.

Natasha did take her hand away when Carol came into the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/N, I was just looking for you. Do you want to play video games with me, Sam, and Bucky?” Carol ask.

“Yes! Let me just go and grab a shirt so I do not walk around shirtless,” Y/N says, about to head to her room to find a shirt. 

“I think you look great and should just come the way you are without a shirt on,” Carol says shamelessly, flirting in front of Natasha and Wanda. Natasha and Wanda are fuming and trying to control their anger at Carol for hitting on Y/N right in front of them. These past two weeks made Natasha and Wanda realize they have feelings for Y/N but are not addressing them. They only talked about it a few times, but it always ends before anything happens. This is the first time in their lives that they like someone who is not their partner but still want to be with each other.

 Y/N is stuck in her spot, not knowing what to say next; she feels her face heating up. She is about to go with it, but Natasha steps in.

“Here, take my hoodie so you have something on, and you don’t have to way back into your room,” Natasha says, taking off her hoodie and handing it to Y/N. Y/N smile and says thank you, and walks off with Carol. Natasha smiles at the fact that Y/N is wearing her clothes around the compound. 

Y/N and Carol walk off to the game room together, leaving Natasha and Wanda alone in the kitchen. Y/N tries hiding her emotions and keeping her thoughts quiet so Wanda does not hear them. The reason is cause Y/N is dying over having Natasha's hoodie; it smells just like her. Y/N is not going to take this hoodie off anytime soon.

“I know why you make an extra bowl every day now. It is because you like to have lunch with Y/N shirtless every day,” Natasha says to Wanda.

“Yes, of course, I do. I mean, look at her. I love making food for people I like, and she looks so sexy without her shirt on and still a little sweaty after the gym. You do the same. I see you staring at her boobs when we are eating, and I hear your thoughts,” Wanda says 

“Of course I do, and I know you do the same. I do not need to hear your thoughts to know that you are thinking the same thing I am,” Natasha says with a smirk at Wanda.

“You are not wrong there. I also know why you gave Y/N your hoodie. You like the whole compound and even Carol to know that Y/N is yours because you did the same thing to me when you were courting me, Dragoste,” Wanda says and kisses Natasha passionately.

“Yes, I did, Dorogoy. I wanted everyone to know that you are mine and no one can touch you. I will do the same to Y/N,” Natasha starts to nip at Wanda’s neck, “until she is ours,” Natasha says, and Wanda moans.

“How about we take this to our room,” Wanda says, walking off. Natasha smirks and then chases Wanda into their bedroom.

Later that day, Y/N goes to Natasha’s and Wanda’s room to get Natasha for their extra training. Y/N knocks on the door and waits a few seconds for Wanda to open up the door with a book in hand. 

“Hey, Dulceata, come in,” Wanda says, opening the door wider so Y/N can come in. Wanda sees that Y/N is still wearing Natasha’s hoodie and smirks to herself. She goes back into her bed to continue her reading. 

Natasha is at her desk working on mission reports she never got to. Natasha turns her head to see Y/N in her hoodie.

“Malyash, what brings you to our room?” Natasha says, looking at Y/N so all her attention is on Y/N.

“Remember during lunch that I asked you for extra training today,” Y/N says, a little timid because she is worried that she got the times mixed up.

“Shit, that is right. I am sorry, it just slipped my mind with all the stuff I was doing today,” Natasha says, looking over at Wanda, who is already looking at her. 

“Let me get changed, and we will head to the gym,” Natasha says, standing up from her desk and stripping. Once Natasha is in her underwear, she walks over to her dresser and picks out her clothes. 

Y/N doesn’t know what to do. She looks over at Wanda, who is still reading, then at Natasha. She knows that she shouldn’t be looking at Natasha this way with her girlfriend in the room, but she looks so good in her underwear bent over, Y/N thought.

Little did she know that Natasha and Wanda were both looking at her. Natasha was looking at her through a mirror in the corner of the room while giving Y/N a show. Wanda was peering her head over her book to see Y/N watching Natasha while reading her dirty mind. Wanda is trying not to read your thoughts without your consent, but you are thinking loudly about how hot Natasha is. 

Natasha finally changes into her training outfit and goes off with Y/N to the training room after kissing Wanda goodbye. Once they get to the training room, Y/N removes Natasha’s hoodie to reveal her wearing a shirt.

Natasha smirked because when Natasha gave Y/N the hoodie, she was shirtless and had nothing on underneath. That means she went out of her way to keep wearing the hoodie all day. 

“So, are you ready to spare?” Natasha asks, and Y/N says yes. They are sparing, and Natasha is very impressed that Y/N is as good at fighting. After a few minutes, they are still fighting their first match. They are going back to forth with each other with attacking and defensive moves.

“Do you want to call it a draw, Ms. Black Widow?” Y/N says all cocky.

“Not in your dreams,” Natasha says.

“That’s because we are doing other things in my dreams,” Y/N says under her breath.

“What did you say?” Natasha asks.

“Oh, nothing,” Y/N says back and continues to fight for a winner. After a while of fighting, Y/N got distracted by Natasha's chest. The way it was moving side to side and up and down. The more they fight, the lower her top comes. Y/N is only human and couldn’t help but stare at them. Natasha took this change, swiped under Y/N’s legs, and pinned her to the ground. Y/N is only human and couldn’t help but stare at them. 

Y/N, still looking at Natasha's chest, Y/N stops and looks up into Natasha’s eyes, making it even harder on Y/N. Y/N couldn’t help but get lost in Natasha’s eye and wonder what is she thinking right now. 

Then Wanda pops her head into the room and comes in and says hi. Y/N lets out a massive sigh because she is trying not to let her thoughts be too loud for Wanda about her girlfriend. 

It was too late because Wanda already heard Y/N’s thoughts while in her room. That is why Wanda came into the training room; she didn’t want to be left out of the fun.

“Please continue exactly what you are doing; I just came in to watch because I love watching,” Wanda says with flirty undertones. Natasha and Y/N reset the sparing to go again, but she did not last as long this time because both crushes were watching her, and she was getting very horny. So after many sparing matches, Y/N kept losing.

“Look, I cannot keep watching anymore because you need my help Dulceata,” Wanda says, stripping into her bra and spandex, then walks over to Y/N. 

“You need to have a better stance to start off like this” Wanda grabs Y/N’s body and puts it in the correct position, leaving her hands on Y/N’s waist. 

“You are right, Dorogoy. Also, Malysh, you need to have your hands ready like this,” Natasha says and comes over to Y/N and fixes her hand position. Now Y/N is sandwiched between Wanda and Natasha.

“How do you feel in this position, Malysh,” Natasha says, cresting Y/N’s arm. This left Y/N speechless, and couldn’t say anything. Natasha and Wanda look at each other proudly that they got the big, bad Y/N to go mute, but the moment is ruined when Sam enters the training room.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know that the gym was busy,” Sam says, about to walk out. This was enough time for Y/N to get out of the sandwich of Natasha and Wanda and head for the door.

“That is fine. We are done! Thanks, Nat and Wanda! I need to go to my room!” Y/N says and rushes out of the room. Natasha and Wanda look at each other happily.

“Wasn’t that perfect how all three of us fit together?” Natasha says to Wanda while they walk out of the gym. 

“Yes, it was; I can’t wait to get back to the room so I can tell you what her loud thoughts were in there,” Wanda says, and Natasha raises an eyebrow in excitement.

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BTS Reaction: He’s Jealous

Prompt: The boys get jealous

Requested?: No

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Gender neutral reader. Gifs are not mine

Disclaimer: This is a repost from my original blog, this is my own original work and not copied.

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Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon trusted you, he knew that you would never cheat or give him reason to be suspicious. That didn’t mean that he trusted everyone else though. It didn’t help that you were pretty much oblivious when it came to people flirting with you. That is what scared him more than anything, someone could be blatantly hitting on you and you would let them because you thought they were just being nice. That was why Namjoon always did his best to keep an eye on you whenever you went out together, silently conveying the message that you were with him. Unfortunately, the one time he looked away was when someone decided to try their luck. You two had been out for a walk and Namjoon had to run inside one of the nearby shops for a toilet break while you waited for him outside. You were playing on your phone when you heard someone approach you, looking up to see a man who was about your age judging by appearance.

“Hey hot stuff,” he said with a smirk, “you know, there’s this nice little place just a few blocks down the road. Why don’t you and I go and get to know each other a bit better?” You opened your mouth to say something but your boyfriend had returned and decided to speak up instead.

“Thanks for your offer but no, we are already on a date,” he said as politely as possible before taking your hand and pulling you away from the other male. You looked up at him with a confused look once he finally stopped a little ways away.

“What was that about?” you asked.

“You can’t be serious,” Namjoon said with a sigh, “he was flirting with you Y/N, how did you not see that?” You could tell he was upset and gently reached for his hand to calm him down.

“Because I already have the best boyfriend ever so I don’t need a reason to look at other guys,” you said, causing Namjoon to smile and kiss your temple.

“Come on, let’s go finish our walk,” he said, never releasing his grip on your hand.

Kim Seokjin:

It was your two year anniversary and Jin had opted to take you out for a nice dinner. He had booked the reservation weeks in advance and gifted you with a lovely new outfit that you were wearing now. Jin had to admit, you looked absolutely breathtaking in it and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. However, it seemed that the guy sitting at the table across from you couldn’t keep his eyes off of you either. You hadn’t noticed the suggestive looks that he was sending your way, but Jin certainly had. It upset him greatly that this guy continued to check you out while you were clearly on a date with him, but he tried to ignore him since you hadn’t noticed. This was your night after all and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it. Thankfully, the guy didn’t go any further than staring, at least for the majority of your meal. As you were waiting for the check, that’s when he decided to get up and walk over to the two of you.

“Excuse me,” the man said, immediately getting your attention and causing Jin to groan, “I couldn’t help but notice how stunning you look and I was wondering if-” He couldn’t finish his sentence as Jin had enough and cut him off.

“Yah! Who do you think you are? You have been staring at them shamelessly all night despite it being clear that we are together and then you think you can come over here and start flirting? Do you have no respect?!” You looked up at your boyfriend in shock as he continued to scold the guy, eventually causing him to walk away and leaving Jin red in the face and huffing for breath.

“He’s not worth it Jin, don’t let some random guy ruin our date night,” you said, “besides, I didn’t even notice him staring because I was too busy staring at my world wide handsome boyfriend!” Jin relaxed a bit when he heard this and nodded, taking your hand and giving it a soft kiss, quickly paying the check and leaving so you could enjoy the rest of your night.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi was not amused to say the least, arms crossed and tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he watched the scene in front of him. Normally, he loved when you accompanied him to concerts, since you motivated him to do his best and would cheer him on the whole time. This time though, it seemed someone else had managed to steal your attention, since you had been talking with one of the crew members for the past 15 minutes while the boys were getting ready. Yoongi was already good to go so he had been glaring daggers at you and the crew member who was making you laugh, waiting for you to notice him. Yoongi would never admit that he was a jealous person, but it was obvious in his actions. He didn’t mind you talking to other people of course, but he did mind when they seemed to be a bit too close to you. Especially when you were supposed to be here to support him, not to flirt with the staff. It didn’t take too much longer for you to feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, quickly excusing yourself from the conversation and walking over to Yoongi.

“So you do remember you have a boyfriend then,” he said sarcastically, “since it seems you like flirting with the crew members.” You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace which he returned a bit too eagerly. You already knew how he got when he got jealous since this wasn’t the first time it had happened.

“Oh hush,” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder, “we were just talking, you know that you’re the only man I love.” Yoongi slowly relaxed in your hold and hugged you a bit tighter, still glaring at the crew member. You pulled away enough to kiss him softly, “You don’t need to be jealous Baby, I’ll only pay attention to you the rest of the night okay?”

“I’m not jealous!” You rolled your eyes again and laugh softly as he pulls you back against his chest.

“Sure you’re not.”

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok wasn’t really one to get jealous too easily. Afterall, he loved you and he knew that you loved him just as much so he had nothing to worry about right? That’s what he tried to tell himself as he watched you talk with one of their backup dancers during break. It was getting close to their comeback and the two of you were spending less time together so he had invited you to watch them practice. That way the two of you could spend time together and he could show off a bit. The group had just called for a break, and Hoseok had moved to grab a water bottle before making his way over to you with a large smile that slowly fell when one of the backup dancers got to you first. Still, he tried to be nice and join in on your conversation. You either didn’t notice him or didn’t care which caused Hoseok to frown as he watched you talk with the dancer as if your boyfriend wasn’t standing right beside you. After a few minutes, he had enough and embraced you tightly which caused you to cry out in surprise.

“Jagiiii!” he whined dramatically, “if you liked the dance then you liked me right! I was in the front, you saw it right?” You laughed when you realized he was jealous and nodded, kissing his cheek as the backup dancer walked away awkwardly.

“Of course I did Hobi, you looked great!” you assured before trying to wiggle out of his arms, “could you let me go though? You’re still covered in sweat.

Park Jimin:

Unlike some of the other members, Jimin did get jealous easily, and it was very obvious when he did. He would start pouting and sulking until you gave in and gave him attention, which also meant he wouldn’t be letting you go for the next few hours. The two of you had just come back from your cute little lunch date and you quickly realized that Jimin was in a bad mood. He immediately plopped onto the couch and stared at the ground with his arms crossed, lips jutting out in an overdramatic pout. It took everything you had not to laugh at how cute he looked right now as you sat down beside him.

“Jiminie, what’s wrong?” you asked as you tried to get him to look at you, he didn’t.

“Why were you flirting with the waiter at lunch?” he asked after a minute, you barely heard it though since he was mumbling. You were a bit shocked at the sudden question and tried to figure out why he would think that. Jimin seemed to read your mind and said, “You were staring at him the whole time and you kept smiling and laughing whenever he spoke to you.” This time you couldn’t help but laugh as you pulled your boyfriend into a tight hug,

“Baby that wasn’t flirting, I was just being nice,” you assured as you covered his face in kisses, making him laugh as well, “trust me when I say I will never look at another man the way I look at you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!”

“Alright then!” Jimin was suddenly full of energy as he pushed you back so he could snuggle up on top of you, “to make it up to me though you have to cuddle me for the rest of the day!”

Kim Taehyung:

At first, Taehyung hadn’t noticed that someone was trying to flirt with you. It was a nice day and the two of you had decided to go on a walk with Yeontan, stopping at a park so that he could play in the grass. You were in the grass with the small dog as your boyfriend stood a bit away, talking to the other members and occasionally snapping a picture of you to keep for memories. As Tae was distracted with the small device in his hand, another man had walked up and kneeled down beside you as you continued playing with Yeontan.

“Cute dog!” he said as he petted the small animal, “where did you get him?”

“Oh, he’s not actually my dog, he belongs to my boyfriend,” you replied back with a soft smile, just thinking he was being nice. The man frowned a bit when he heard the word ‘boyfriend’ but decided to try his luck anyways.

“Ah, well it’s nice that he let you watch his dog,” he said with a smile of his own, “you know, there’s this small cafe nearby that I think allows pets outside if you want to-”

“Jagi!” Taehyung noticed the man getting close to you and quickly intervened, walking over and wrapping his arms around you. “It’s getting late, I think we should probably head home before Tan gets too tired!” You didn’t realize what he was doing but agreed anyway, grabbing Yeontans leash and waving goodbye to the other man before walking away with Taehyung. Who was currently holding your hand tightly and smirking at himself for getting you away from someone who definitely wanted to steal you from him.

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook honestly didn’t know what to do at the moment. He trusted that you would never cheat or leave him for someone else, and he trusted his hyungs not to try anything with you. Seeing you cuddle up to Taehyung as you guys were watching movies though, made his jaw clench. He was literally sitting across from you in a chair all by himself so there was more than enough room for you to cuddle him, so why his hyung? Jungkook did his best to calm his nerves and focus on the movie, but his gaze kept going back to the two of you. You were sharing a blanket and your head was resting on Taes shoulder as he rested his head on yours. It was just innocent platonic cuddles and he knew that, but it still upset him. Jungkook had been trying for the last few minutes to subtly get you to come over to him but it wasn’t working and he was growing even more frustrated. He finally snapped and walked over to you when Taehyung left to use the restroom, throwing the blanket off of you and sitting down in Taes previous spot. You looked up at him in question as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, never taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Kookie what are you doing?” you whispered.

“You don’t need Hyung, you’re supposed to only cuddle me!” he whispered back as he hugged you tighter. You quickly decided fighting him would get you nowhere and snuggled into his chest, causing him to smile in victory. Taehyung was a bit confused to see the younger in his spot when he returned, but quickly shrugged it off and took the open chair so you guys could finish the movie in peace.

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A Friend In Need | platonic!David “Hesh” Walker x m!reader

@tokillamockingbird427 asked: What's this? First ask? Indeed. 

Hesh+Reader (Platonic, bffs.) for “A moment of peace in a war that never ends”(Sabaton lyric) + “Can you just sit with me for a bit?” (Dialogue prompt)

Just have them chillin' and relaxing and NOT DYING. FLUFF. PLS. Just let them enjoy some peace/time off between ops. Give them a luxury like chocolate or coffee to enjoy as a treat. A bit of cuddling never killed nobody.

If you need emotonal horror/angst then set it post-Luxor (Where Elias dies.) and pre-Final Assault/Beach. 

(Fun fact, there's literally a week between the two. Seven days.)

Maybe that's where Hesh gets the coffee/chocolate, people feel bad his dad just fuckin' died and give him a bit of consolation. You could do a fun ditty about the horrors+cost of war. 

("fun", hah)

summary: Hesh is a fucking wreck, which is understandable, but at least he’s got a friend there who will help him pick up the pieces and tidy up when he needs it. 

tws: death, war, swearing, grief 

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You were uneasy as you sat beside Hesh, not really sure what you could say outside of the words he had heard dozens of times already, you scratched at your eyebrow as you hummed softly and cleared your throat; you couldn’t think of anything to say to him. Lighting a cigarette, you passed one to him, and you could see the way that his hands shook and how his gaze was far from focused; he just sat there, staring out at the river. At the murky olive waters. His cheeks stained with tears that he tried to hide, he hadn’t spoken to anyone since the day it happened. You couldn’t blame him. 

He just stared out at the river. He had scars that you couldn’t see, and you didn’t want him to expose them to the sunlight. He brought the cigarette to his lips, and took a long drag. He said nothing. There was nothing to be said, not really, at least nothing that had not been said dozens of times before. You bit at the inside of your lip, tearing the flesh until it bled, trying to think of what you could possibly say; but when you got up to grab the coffee you had left on a nearby rock, he finally spoke. His voice was jagged and hoarse, a mere mumble beneath his breath. He didn’t even look at you. 

“Can you just sit with me for a bit?”

You nodded. “Just let me grab my flask, and I’ll be there.”

He didn’t move when you grabbed the flask, didn’t even make a move to rest his head on your shoulder like he usually did when you sat down beside him, balancing the flask on the sloping dirt. You thought about holding him, but decided against it as you sighed and poured some coffee into the lid, shoving it into his hand; at least you could make sure that he drank something. At least you could make sure that he wasn’t dehydrated.

The tall and thick trees were enough to make sure that he was in the shade, the sun wouldn’t get to him too much; you looked at the rope hanging from one of them, and you smiled. It had been Hesh’s idea a while ago. He thought it was a good idea, easier to cross the river. It hadn’t been used since… that didn’t matter. 

You cleared your throat again, wondering if there was even just a single word that you could have said to make him know that you were there. Slowly, like you were about to try and touch an injured wild animal, you reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. “Elias was a great man, he’d be proud of you… I know everyone’s already told you this a million times, but… he would be.”

Hesh didn’t even move, just sighing as he sniffled. His bottom lip trembling as he took in a shaky breath, nearly shuddering. He whimpered, falling into you; he wrapped his arms around you tightly, shaking his head as he finally allowed himself to let go. To break. To let go of all his training, and to be human for a moment; clinging onto you like a scared child as he whimpered and sobbed against you. Tears and snot staining your shirt. 

You shook your head as you looked up at the sky, cursing Elias for leaving Hesh all alone; the nature of warfare was a brutal and bloody one, you knew that much. Fathers and sons were sent to die by the lead and the poison gas. Young men screaming for their mothers and fathers as they were torn apart by bullets and barbed wire, all for a few feet of land that belonged to no one.

The smell of charcoal just about overpowering the stench of pineapple and pepper. You scratched at your forehead as you sighed heavily. It wasn’t like you could bring Elias back, you knew that much, but… but Hesh needed you. He needed a friend. 

You hushed him quietly, rubbing his back as you tossed your cigarette into the river; you pulled him onto your lap, slowly rocking him as you held him there. You closed your eyes, a few tears slipping past as you wished, you fucking wished, that you could do more for him. Supposed being there was better than ignoring him and letting him sort himself out; he needed a friend. 

“Alright, matey,” you said softly, quietly as you put your hand on the back of his head to keep him pressed to your body. “We got a moment of peace in a war that never ends… I got you, you can fall apart.”

Hesh sniffled, wiping snot and tears against you as he nodded; he just needed time to fall apart. He needed a moment to actually allow himself to break, not to just bottle it all up and carry on like everything was fine; he only wished that Logan would never see him like that.

Logan didn’t need to know that his older brother was an absolute mess; it was the job of an older brother to look after the younger one. Hesh couldn’t let Logan see him like that. 

You cradled him in your arms until he was ready to break away from you, nodding curtly; he didn’t need to say it, you already knew when you nodded back and gently stroked his cheek. He couldn’t say it, but he was more than grateful that in his worst moment, in the worst possible time that he could have been in, he had a friend.

A brother in arms. 

“Have some coffee,” you told him quietly. “You’ll get dehydrated, otherwise, you ain’t drank or ate nothing all day… if you need it, as well, I got some chocolate in my coat - I can go grab it.”

Hesh nodded, getting off of your lap and nursing some of the coffee as you went to fetch your coat and the few bars of chocolate that you had; he was a mess, that much was true, but there was someone there to help him tidy up a little when he needed it most.

He had a friend. 

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[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x Insecure!Fem plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Ok my dears, this is part 7 to my full blown series. This turned out to be a lot more than I intended. But, I’m happy how it’s going. Just a few warnings before the actual warnings. I did use the scene in the woods with Eddie and Chrissy. With obvious changes to fit my story line. This gets sad. So I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love you bye.

Warnings: 18+ language, body insecurities, secret pining, angst, slow burn, misunderstanding, abuse, eventually smut in later parts. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The boy of your dreams is always just out of reach. If only you could get over yourself to see that he sees you too.

Part 7

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Well the weekend wasn't how you expected it to go. But other than being sick, it was the best weekend of your existence. Eddie stayed the whole time. He only left to take a shower and say hi to his uncle. Just to let him know where he was.

It was Wednesday morning and you were feeling tons better. All you needed was a big dose of Eddie Munson and you were good as new.

Though there was a lot to deal with involving your feelings for Eddie. You were honestly happy that you had him as a friend. He was a really good one at that. You never thought he would even want to be near you. But here he was proving all your insecurities wrong.

You were in theater class talking with Eddie when Mrs Adler came to talk to you guys.

" Okay you two. I have copies of the scripts for you. I would actually like both of you to practice the parts together. I want everyone of the main characters to learn each other's parts. So that everyone can get a chance to act each one. So y/n you will learn Julia and Sylvia's parts and Mr. Munson you will be learning Valentine and Proteus's part."

You and Eddie looked at each other. You guys would get to kiss after all.

Mrs Adler smiled handing you two the scripts.

You looked down at them. " When will the play happen?"

" Two months."

You nodded.

" I have the auditorium booked for next week. I expect you guys to at least have most of it memorized by then. Well your original part."

" Yeah we can do that." Eddie said

" Good. Mr Munson. You probably might want to find Miss Cunningham and figure out what time works best for you two."

Eddie nodded.

" Same goes for you." Mrs Adler looked at you.

You nodded.

When she left you couldn't possibly have a bigger smile. It was gonna happen. You were gonna finally get that kiss. But then the thought of Eddie kissing Chrissy first came. You didn't want his lips touching anyone else.

Stop it! You told yourself

" Hey sweetheart?"

You looked at Eddie and gave him a half smile.

"Think you feel good enough for a movie later?"

" Sure."

" Cool."

When the class was over Mrs Adler stopped Eddie. You said your goodbyes and Eddie watched you leave. With a smirk on his lips. He was finally gonna kiss you.

" Mr. Munson, I just want to let you know that I and a few students will be in the drama room after school making props."

" Oh. Umm okay."

" so you probably are gonna have to take date night somewhere else." She smiled

Eddie felt the blush creep up his neck. Was that what all the movie nights were? Were you guys dating?

He didn't correct her. He just nodded and left.

Eddie went to his next class not paying attention to God damn thing.

You guys couldn't watch the movie in the drama room and you guys couldn't do it at your place when your parents were home. So the only option was his place.

Eddie had never really been embarrassed about his place before. But now he was. He was freaking out so bad about it that after school he went to the woods to smoke. He should have got the movie before he was high. But his anxiety was through the roof.

" Eddie?"

He jumped. When he turned around he was met with scared eyes.

" Uhh Chrissy?"

" Hi. Umm sorry. I uhh was told I could find you out here."

" You were looking for me?"

" Yeah. Mrs Adler said we should talk."

" Oh...yeah" Eddie was nervous. He had never talked to Chrissy before.

He watched her walk towards the table and sit down.

"So uhh I was wondering when you would like to read the script together?" She said in a soft voice.

Eddie could sense that she seemed terrified. Was she really scared of him?

" Uhh whenever you're free I guess." He said slowly approaching the table. Putting out his joint in the process.

" umm."

She stood quiet for a minute.

" Are you okay Chrissy?" He said finally sitting down across from her.

" Umm sorry. It's just...Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?" She asked, fidgeting with her fingers.

Eddie looked at her slightly suspicious. But she seemed nice so he thought he would try to get her to relax.

" Um, you know, just... on a daily basis. I feel like I'm losing my mind right now. I'm talking to Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High" he saw her shoulders relax. "You know, this isn't the first time that we've, um... Hung out."

"No?" She said finally looking at him.

"You don't remember? "

"I'm sorry. I..."

"That's okay." Eddie paused for a split second. He then grabbed his heart and fell backwards.

Chrissy gasped.

"I wouldn't remember me either, Chrissy."

Eddie got up and started brushing the leaves out of his hair. "Honestly, do I have stuff in my hair?"

Chrissy laughed. That made him feel better. She was getting comfortable being around him. So he decided to keep it up.

"You don't remember me?" He asked crossing his arms and smiled.

" I'm sorry." She smiled

"Middle school, talent show. You were doing this cheer thing. You know, the... the thing you do. It was pretty cool, actually. And I... I was with my band."

Chrissy's eyes widened and she smiled. "Corroded Coffin.

"Corro..." Eddie smiled clapping his hands and pointed at her. " You do remember."

" Oh my God! Yes, of course. With a name like that, how could I forget!?"

I dunno. You're a freak."

"No, you just... You looked so..."

"Different? Yeah. Well, uh, my hair was buzzed, and I didn't have these sweet old tatties yet." He said showing off his chest tattoo.

"You played guitar, right?"

" Uh-huh. Still do... Still do. You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We... We actually get a crowd of about five... drunks."

Chrissy giggled.

" It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right? So... "

"You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like."

Eddie put some hair in front of his face." Mean and scary?"

"Yeah."

" Yeah, well, I actually kinda thought you'd be kinda mean and scary too."

" Me?" She gave him a big toothy smile.

Eddie grinned and sat back down." Terrifying. Uh, so, in other good news, flattery works with me, so..."

Chrissy laughed again. " Well I umm look forward to working with you on this."

" Yeah?"

" Yeah. You just seem really fun."

Eddie chuckled. " Well I tried to be."

They sat there for a minute.

Eddie noticed that Chrissy's smile was fading.

" Umm Eddie?"

" Yeah sweetheart?"

Chrissy looked at the script and turned to the page where they were supposed to kiss.

Eddie watched her for a few seconds.

" Sweetheart?"

" Do you..Do you think it would be okay if we don't kiss. I...I don't want Jason to be upset."

' Uhh actually I was thinking about that too. I ummm don't get me wrong. Your pretty and I had a crush on you for the longest time."

" You did?"

" Y-yeah...But see ummm...there's this girl."

Chrissy smiled again. " yeah?"

" yup. She uhh she's actually playing Julia."

" Oh! You mean y/n. Yeah I know her. She is so nice. One time when I just got on the cheer team she helped me. I was having trouble memorizing all the chants and she found me crying in the bathroom. I told her why I was so upset and she went out of her way to make me flash cards of all the cheers we did. She spent hours helping me. Shes really a great person."

Eddie smiled thinking about you. You were such a good person. Even when you didn't have to be.

" Yeah. She's umm.. she's kinda...I don't know exactly what we are right now. But umm I kinda just want to kiss her you know."

Chrissy nodded. " Well you'll get your chance. But can I tell you something?"

" Shoot."

" If I was y/n. I wouldn't want my first kiss with you to be in front of the whole school."

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " I didn't think about that."

Chrissy gave him a thin lip smile.

" Can I ask you something?"

" Sure?"

Eddie started picking at his nails. " You know where I live right?"

" Umm no?"

" Oh uh Forest Hills trailer park."

" Oh yeah. I know where that is."

" Y-yeah...do you think that she would mind where I live?"

" You guys are friends right?"

" Yeah."

" Then I don't think she would mind it at all. From what I know about her. She doesn't judge people on that kind of stuff."

Eddie smiled again. Chrissy was right. You wouldn't be put off by him or his home.

" So uhh do you want to go over lines right now?" Chrissy asked.

" uhh I would but umm I kinda have a date."

Chrissy grinned. " With y/n I hope."

Eddie chuckled. " Yeah."

...

After school you walked towards the math club when you saw a note on the door. Jeff came and stood right next to you.

" Cancelled huh?"

" Yeah. Seems like it." You said kinda happy about it.

This meant you could spend a little more time with Eddie.

" So uhh what are you gonna do right now?"

You looked at Jeff. "Umm well I was going to find Eddie. But now that I think about it. Did Mrs Adler give you your scripts yet?"

" Uh yeah. Do you want to run lies with me?"

" Yeah we probably should. But I kind of have something to do today."

" Oh is it date night?"

Your eyebrows pinched together. "Umm what?"

" Yeah. You know. Movie night with Eddie? You guys are dating right?"

" Umm not that I know of."

" Really? That's what Gareth said. He said I couldn't ask you to winter formal because you and Eddie were going out."

You cleared your throat. " umm wait. You were gonna ask me to formal? And Gareth said Eddie and I were dating?"

" Yeah. And if you were I wouldn't want to do anything that would piss Eddie off."

" Did Eddie say anything that confirmed that?"

Jeff shook his head. " But he does talk about you a lot. Saying how pretty you are and how smart you are. He said that he liked spending time with you."

"He said that?" You averted your gaze to the ground.

" Yeah. But he never said you guys were together together."

You bit your lip. So Eddie did like you. Why didn't he say anything? You guys could have been together this whole time?!

" So are you guys? Together?"

You looked back at Jeff. " umm not right now we're not."

" But you like him too?"

" I..."

" It's cool. You don't have to answer that. I just thought maybe... nevermind. Umm so do you want to meet me in the auditorium tomorrow and practice?"

" Sure-sure...I'm do you know where Eddie is right now?"

" Yeah he said he was going to his smoking spot."

" umm where is that?"

" Uhh it's an old bench behind the football field. If you follow the path. You'll find it."

" Thanks Jeff."

You turned around and headed towards eddie. The smile on your face was so big you knew your cheeks were gonna hurt. The short distance seemed way longer than it should have been. You wanted to run there. Run to Eddie and just kiss him. But you didn't want to be out of breath and all sweaty. So you walked quickly.

You heard Eddie talking before you got there.

Talking to yourself too huh?

As you got closer you heard laughing. But not Eddie's. You stopped and heard a girl.

You didn't realize you were doing it but we're creeping closer to hear the conversation. Being as silent as you could.

"I feel like I'm losing my mind right now. I'm talking to Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High" "You know, this isn't the first time that we've, um... Hung out."

You're getting high with Chrissy?

As you continued to listen. Eddie seemed to be flirting with her. You felt your heart rate pick up and jealousy filled you. Your eyes started to water.

"You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We... We actually get a crowd of about five... drunks."

What?

Your heart broke right then and there. He never asked you to see his band. And you guys have been friends for months. This was his first time talking to Chrissy and he already asked her.

You're flirting. Why?

Tears started to fall and you covered your mouth to cover up the gasp that came with them.

Then you heard it. He called her sweetheart. That's when you had enough. You were done eavesdropping. You turned around and hurried back to the football field. Once you got there you slowed down and tried to catch your breath.

Deep breaths. Common y/n. Calm down.

You took a few deep breaths and wiped your face. You wanted to go home but you couldn't. Your brother would know you've been crying.

You ended up in your little nook and sat there with your knees up. You buried your face into your arms and cried as quietly as you could.

I thought he liked me.

Well you weren't the only one he liked. But why would he choose you? You and Chrissy were completely opposites. She was so pretty and so nice. And she was thin and blonde and a damn cheerleader. How the hell could you compete with her? There's no way in hell that Eddie would choose you over her.

Fuck you really couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't lose yourself for this "relationship". You had to look at things in an analytical stand point. Instead of letting your heart do the thinking. It was your brain in charge of how you felt. And you could control that.

You decided here and now that you would only be a helping hand. No more spending time together. No more late night phone calls, no more movies. You were done. You needed as much distance as you could. But still be available to tutor him and work on the play together. But that was it. No more and no less.

You had to. You could keep hurting yourself for a fantasy. You had to be done. You needed to be done with Eddie.

...

You let yourself cry and cry. You cried until you had nothing left and your throat was raw. You sat there for a little while longer trying to talk yourself to stop caring so much about him. You kept hearing him call Chrissy sweetheart and you just broke all over again.

Finally when you were calmed down enough you took the long way home. It started to rain and you cried again. Now you could go home and no one would ask about it.

You stopped in front of your front door and put on a smile. You said your hellos and went to your room.

" Hey golden child. Eddie called." Your brother said.

" Oh. Umm okay thanks. I'm gonna shower before I get sick again."

You walked past him and locked yourself in the bathroom. You debated calling him back. But you needed time.

You took so long in the shower your mom started banging on the door telling you to get out.

When you finally got out you went to your room and started doing your homework.

"Hey gearhead. Eddie called again." Your brother sounded annoyed.

" Yeah okay. Sorry. I'll call him back." You said not looking at him.

" Are you okay sis?"

" Y-yeah. I just got so much to do. And lines to learn."

" Are you sure?"

You looked at him and smiled. "I'm good snot wad."

Your brother laughed " Alright kid. Don't work too hard."

When he left you got up and locked your door. You went to your record player and put on a vinyl.

You went back to work when the phone rang. You got up and turned the ringer off. You knew it was Eddie. But you couldn't talk to him. Not yet.

You went back to work. You read and read all your lines. Your concentration was interrupting by a song.

You listened and every word hurt.

🎵

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

And I don't wanna fall in love.

No, I don't wanna fall in love.

With you.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. Strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.

🎵

The universe had a funny way of giving you signs like this. You sat there wishing you never fell in love with him.

Out of nowhere your dad screamed out your name.

You got up and went out to the living room. You were surprised to see Mrs Clark sitting on the couch.

" Have a seat." Your fathers voice was cold and angry.

You listened and sat on the love seat opposite from Mrs Clark and your mom.

" Mrs Clark has brought to our attention that her son saw the Munson boy stay here this past weekend. Is this true?"

You looked at Mrs Clark in disbelief.

" You have a lot of nerve." You said to her

" I beg your pardon." She said.

" That's enough! So it's true. You were being a whore with that...that freak!" Your mother stood up and slapped you.

"MOM!" Your brother yelled. "STOP! HE WAS HERE WITH ME!"

You sat there with tears in your eyes. You saw your brother put down the phone and try to come to you. But your mother stopped him.

"My son said while he was cutting the neighbors grass he just so happened to see through the bedroom window and saw them sleeping together."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Your brother yelled at your father who came to you.

He got in your face. " Are you going to just sit there and not answer for your indiscretions?"

Your brother knew if you told the truth. Things were about to get a hell of a lot worse.

You looked over to your brother. If you didn't tell the truth he would probably get hurt a whole lot worse than you would.

" Y/n!" Your brother yelled.

You looked back at your father.

" Y-yes. He was here with me." You replied.

Your dad turned around and pulled Mrs Clark by her arm. " I think it's time you leave. Thank you for informing my wife and I about this."

He quickly shoved her out of the house.

Your brother tried to get out of your mom's arms but she kept saying if he didn't stop he was going to get double.

Your father turned around and walked toward you.

" You will not see that boy ever again! Do you hear me? His is not allowed within a hundred yards of this house. And if I ever catch him here I will make sure my buddies at the sheriff's department lock him away for a long time."

You hung your head and let out a small nose laugh. "No."

"NO!"

"Y/n!? Don't." Your brother begged

"You don't get to tell me who I can be with or who I can see. So no."

" HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO YOUR FATHER!"

You looked at your dad and saw nothing but rage.

" I'm sorry dad. But I'm not doing this shit anymore."

Your dad picked you up by your arms and grabbed a pillow. He held it to your stomach and punched you.

"DAD!! PLEASE!" Your brother cried out.

You leaned over and fell to the ground. You heard your father undo his belt and started beating you.

Somehow your brother got past your mother and went to tackle your dad. You tried to get up but your mom held you there by your hair.

"Look at what you've done!"

She moved your head to look at your father and brother. They were rolling around throwing blows at each other.

Your dad was much bigger and way stronger. You cried watching your brother get beaten.

" Daddy! Please!" You cried.

Your father stopped and looked down at your brother who was bleeding. He then looked at you and shook his head.

" You shouldn't have gotten involved boy." Your dad said getting up. "Honey let her go. She's had enough."

Your mother listened and let your hair go. " Clean your brother up."

You crawled to him and pulled him into your lap.

"Damnit. You should have stayed out of it." You whispered

" I promised I wouldn't let you get hit without me." He grunted

" I hope you're happy. No go to bed!" Your mother ordered.

" No." You said softly.

"Y/n don't." Your brother pleaded.

You looked at him. "No. I'm done. We're getting out of here. They can't keep doing this to us."

" I said go to your room!"

" NO! We are not staying another night in the place with you!" You shouted.

Your mother was about to charge you but your father stopped her.

You were always closer to your dad. You knew after every beating he would feel so bad after. But it never stopped him from the continuous abuse over the years. So you used that to your advantage tonight.

" If they want to go. Let them honey. They will come running back sooner or later."

You pulled your brother to his feet. You grabbed both your jackets and shoes. You grabbed his car keys and went outside.

You sat on the front porch helping him put on his shoes.

" Fuck!" He said trying to clean up his bloody nose. " It's not broken is it?"

You looked him over. " No. I think you're good."

You started to put on your shoes when headlights blinded you for a second. You saw two guys at first.

Then you saw a mess of curly hair bouncing to you.

Eddie?

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