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nolita-fairytale · 10 months

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burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter five

summary: you and luca finally talk about what happened the night of the ballet -- and finally have a chance to clear the air.

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, slow burn, baby, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 3k

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You’ve been avoiding his calls all day.

After Luca bid you goodnight on Thursday, you’d practically sprinted upstairs and into your apartment, slamming the door behind you while wondering what the hell was wrong with you?

You’re too stubborn for your own good, you think to yourself, recalling the moment – the one where you could’ve kissed him but you didn’t – between you and Luca. You stood there, too paralyzed to make a move, yet unable and unwilling to walk away from him.

Luca had given you space most of yesterday, save for a text later in the evening, but the fact that today is Saturday, the day he almost always comes into the restaurant, is not lost on you. Instead of dealing with it, you’ve been hyper focused all day, choosing to bury your head in work as you run lunch service with Mathilde, more than grateful that business has run at a steady pace today.

It’s not until you hit a stop, forced to pause after a few hours in between the lunch and dinner rush, reaches a lull. Your brain is suddenly inundated with too many thoughts: was this it? Had you scared him away forever? Did he think you were a total freak considering you’d practically run away from him after he’d said goodnight?

“So are we going to talk about it?” Mathilde presses you, ripping you out of your thoughts with the sound of her voice. You look her way, noticing that her lips pursed in sheer annoyance at your avoidance mechanisms.

Your face falls, unable to carry this solo for much longer, letting out a sigh of resignation because you know she’s right.

You can’t run from this – from your feelings, from Luca – forever.

“Yeah,” you give in. “Yeah, okay.”

“What the hell happened?” Mathilde hisses as she approaches you. “I mean, he’s gorgeous, he’s cultured… he took you out to the ballet, and you like him!”

“I don’t know,” you huff, disappointedly. “I just-, I think I got too caught up in my head. It’s like one minute I was really jazzed at the idea of being on a date, let alone a date with Luca, and the next I’m just… I don’t know… totally psyching myself out and pushing him away.”

“Merde,” she swears in French this time.

“Fuck,” you sigh, at least releasing a little of the pent up pressure you’ve been holding onto all day.

“Babe, I know that holding all of this,” she begins, gesturing wildly towards you, “gives you a certain edge in the kitchen… but I can’t imagine it’s good for you.”

You send her another look – one that says ‘fuck off because I know you’re right’ this time.

“I don’t know what to do, Mathilde,” you confess, your eyes pleading with her for some advice.

She turns to you, this time with a much more serious expression as she says, “Luca seems like a really great guy. Maybe you should just tell him all of this.”

You nod slowly as you process. It’s not that you haven’t thought about it – it’s not like it’s a new concept to you – you were married once, after all. But the idea of being vulnerable like that, showing someone new your whole hand feels really scary. You know it’s the thing you need to do; it’s the kindest, most honest option that you have – and you know that Luca deserves just that: kindness, transparency, the truth.

As you continue to think it over, the only words that come to you are:

“I told him that I wasn’t in love with him anymore – with Joe. When he asked.”

“Luca?”

“Yeah.”

“It wasn’t a lie. Was it?” Mathilde questions you carefully.

You share your head, growing more and more certain in your answer.

“No, of course not. It’s not that. My hesitation has never been about Joe. It’s-, it’s about me…” you explain, finding the right words in the moment. “... about my heart.”

Mathilde places a gentle hand on your shoulder as you share a knowing look as she listens.

“What if I do this? I mean, what if I jump… and it’s a horrible mess… and I ruin a good thing with a really great guy because I’m not ready?” you ask, shining a light on your biggest fears.

She takes a beat, thinking it over, before crossing her arms over her chest, as the two of you stand side by side, leaning up against a stainless steel prep station.

“Then you do,” she answers, as if it were that simple. “And you figure out the rest. You’re only human after all.”

You chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes at Mathilde’s not-so-friendly reminder.

“Here’s an idea,” she starts back up again, catching your attention as you glance sideways to look at her. “What if you jump? And it’s the best thing you’ve ever done? What if it’s worth it?”

You take a deep breath, letting her words sink in, letting yourself feel the possibility that this could also be the best thing you’ve ever done too. But before you can say anything in response, Jesper comes back into the kitchen, calling for you.

“Hate to break up the slumber party, ladies, but can I borrow you for a moment, Chef?” he asks, making it clear that he’s talking to you. You and Mathilde exchange glances as Jesper nods through the open kitchen to where Luca waits for you in the dining room. You open your mouth to say something, but instead, you just nod, murmuring a ‘yeah, of course,’ quick to follow Jesper out of the kitchen.

It’s impeccable timing, really, you think to yourself, that you were just contemplating the possibility that this could be something you could do.

You could jump, you remind yourself, if you really wanted to.

“Hi,” you say, barely above a whisper as soon as you see Luca.

“Hi,” he smiles warmly in return, causing Jesper to look from you to Luca, then back to you again.

“I’m just gonna-,” he starts, searching for an excuse.

Only, he doesn’t have one, so Jesper simply excuses himself before disappearing into the kitchen to find a place where he and Mathilde both can pretend to do something when really eavesdropping.

Jesper’s abrupt and clumsy exit seems some of the palpable tension, earring a laugh from both you and Luca.

“I thought-,” he begins as you simultaneously say, “I’ve been meaning to call-.”

“Sorry,” he says with an apologetic half smile.

“No I’m-. You go first,” you encourage, blushing on a little as the two of you clumsily dance around each other.

Luca takes a breath, reminding himself that it wouldn’t be this weird if there wasn’t something between the two of you – that he hasn’t been imagining this – not even a little bit.

“I hope that it’s okay. That I’m here,” he finally says, his voice steady and even.

“I-, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” you ask him, suddenly insecure about the fact that he felt he needed to ask in the first place.

“I just-, well I thought ehm, maybe you’d need some space. I didn’t want to ehm, you know… show up here if-, even though it’s Saturday because it is your place and I wouldn’t want-,” Luca tries to explain, stopping and starting again and again.

“Luca, no I-,” you say, before pausing, swearing to yourself under your breath as you mutter. “Shit. Fuck, I-. Goddamn, you really are fucking perfect.”

“What was that?” Luca asks, only catching the swearing part at the beginning and the ‘fucking perfect’ part at the end.

“Um…” you trail off, looking around you.

As you catch Jesper and Mathilde ducking behind a shelf out of the corner of your eye, and a few of your waitstaff hurrying to make it look like they’re busy and not listening in, you realize that you and Luca have managed to earn the attention of some very curious onlookers.

“Do you want to step outside for a moment?” you ask, gesturing towards the front door.

“Sure,” he nods, letting you lead him to a spot outside.

You make sure that you're both as out of sight as possible, staying far away from the broad windows that line the front of your restaurant.

“Hi,” you say again on an exhale.

“Hi,” he says back, simply.

“I’m glad you came. I know I-... I should’ve called, or- or texted you… after Thursday,” you begin, nervously, eager to own up to the very big part you’ve played in the lack of communication.

“Yes. You should’ve,” he repeats, his eyes catching yours as you nod in confirmation.

It’s good – that he’s not going to let you off the hook – and while you like it, you like that he has boundaries, you’re disappointed in yourself as you say:

“I’m sorry.”

Luca sighs, shaking his head as he immediately counters with:

“No, I’m sorry. I mean, yes, you should’ve called. Or at least texted. But I should’ve been clear in the first place that Thursday…” he trails off, almost as if he’s mustering up the courage to say what he needs to say.

“... that Thursday was more to me than our regular excursions. That it was a date. To me at least.”

“Luca-.”

“I wish I would’ve told you – made it clear in the first place – so you knew what you were getting into,” Luca finishes, carefully watching for your reaction. There’s something so honest in the way he goes about this conversation, and you sure as hell feel like you could take the proverbial jump right fucking now.

“I appreciate that. Really, I do…” you start, before trailing off again. “But I-. This isn’t on you, Luca.”

“How do you mean?” he asks you, his expressive brows knitted together, as if you’d just spoken in tongues.

Here goes nothing, you think to yourself.

“I-. This has been great. I mean… I really like spending time with you,” you start, anxiously, instantly realizing that it sounds like you’re breaking up with him. “Fuck, I-.”

You let out a frustrated groan as it seems you’re having an impossible time getting out what you need to get out. You take a breath. And a beat, before continuing.

“And I’ve really liked this… hanging out, getting to know you… borrowing your books. I-, I just… we’ve got such a good thing going and I really don’t want to fuck this up, you know?”

He sighs your name this time, looking down for a moment as you add:

“I’m-, I’m afraid that… I’m going to fuck this up.”

“Yeah. I know,” he answers, heavily. “I-, I am too.”

“And then Thursday night, things were so, so good, and I-, I panicked and I feel terrible because… you don’t deserve that. You don’t.”

Luca takes a beat as he listens. He’s not sure what exactly that means, but he reminds himself to stay on track, stay the course and make sure that he says what he came here to say to you.

“It’s alright,” he reassures you, softly, taking a step towards you. “I don’t want you to feel like… like you have to feel a certain way just because I-.”

“No, that’s not it! That’s not-, that’s really not the problem,” you interject as you struggle to explain yourself, unsure of where to even begin. You take a step towards him this time too, your voice softening as you continue. “Luca, I don’t feel obligated to feel… any kind of way just because you-.”

“Because I?” he questions you.

The silence his questions leaves goes on a few beats longer than you expected, and you realize that he’s waiting for you to fill in the blank.

“Well, I don’t know,” you pause, a shocked look on your face as one of you waits for the other.

“You didn’t-, I never let you finish your sentence so,” you ramble aimlessly, immediately bursting out into a fit of laughter as you realize that neither of you are getting anywhere.

Luca laughs too, joining in on the much needed reprieve.

The two of you exchange glances, and one more shared laugh, before settling in once again.

With a crooked smile spread across his lips, Luca can take a hint, realizing that he may need to take the lead on this one.

The way your name sounds on his lips is so heavenly, so divine, so soft that you know you’ve got it bad, as you scramble for a way to tell him everything that you’ve been feeling.

“May I?” he asks, in reference to taking the lead.

“Please.”

“I just came here to tell you… I want to tell you…” he corrects himself, taking a step towards you.

“... that I really like you. I really like spending time with you. I like that you get me out of the kitchen in search of something different. And I think that your mind, even though incredibly neurotic, is absolutely brilliant. And if what you need is for us to be friends right now, I want that. We can… slow all of this down. All you’ve got to do is talk to me.”

It feels like time fucking stops, and the world goes black and white for a moment, then full color all at once as you hear the words coming out of his mouth. Your revelation comes rushing in, clear as day – that this man cares so deeply for you and that maybe, your heart could be safe with him. Unsure of how to deal with the grace and compassion Luca is showing you, you’re only left with one question, as it falls from your lips like a boulder.

“How?”

“What?”

“How do you always have the right thing to say…” you ask him, your voice caught in your throat as you finish your question. “... when I only have the wrong things to say?”

Luca opens his mouth to say something you’ll never hear, as you choose to completely throw caution to the wind.

Perhaps the question was rhetorical anyways.

You’re not sure what’s coms over you, but instead of words, you only have actions left, and the only thing that will remedy the situation is to do the thing that you’ve been panicking over doing since Luca showed you into the pastry room at AOC. You charge forward, reaching out for him, and he’s right there with you, meeting you halfway as you eagerly press your lips to his.

You can feel all the blood in your body rush through you as your lips connect. Your heart flutters. Your head spins. It’s the kind of kiss that people write sonnets about – write love songs about. It’s almost three months of simmering tension, finally allowed to reach its boiling point. You pull away, just for a moment, uttering out a breathless:

“Holy shit.”

Luca laughs with a shake of his head as he agrees with a, “Yeah.”

You exchange a look, and a laugh, before kissing him again.

And this time the kiss is a hello, it’s a new beginning, it’s a ‘thank god I met you.’

This time, Luca pulls away, reluctantly releasing you as he does.

“It’s not that I don’t like this,” he begins, using all of his restraint to put this on pause. “I really, really do, but… I’m kind of getting mixed signals here.”

“No, no, I know,” you apologize, turning as you hear your name called, swearing under your breath again as soon as you see Mathilde peeking her head out of the front door.

“Oh… my God! I am so sorry, I’ll just-, except for we need you to-, she calls after you, stumbling over her words as soon as she realizes what’s going on between you and Luca.

“Nevermind it can wait!” Jesper exclaims, poking his head out of the front door as well, before dragging Mathilde back into the restaurant.

You and Luca exchange another laugh.

“They’re… something,” you chuckle, with a shake of your head.

“Good wingmen,” Luca adds, mirroring your previous exchange with his coworker.

Returning his focus to you, Luca shakes his head incredulously, considering this is not the way he thought this conversation would go. He grins as he takes you in, but knows that this is time limited. He’d noticed the curious staff of your restaurant that he’s come to know and love doing their best to pretend they weren’t listening in on your conversation earlier. They know exactly what’s going on here, so if they felt the need to interrupt, Luca knows that you’re most likely needed back in the kitchen.

He shifts his weight in between both of his feet, taking a small step back as he states:

“We’re gonna have to talk about this.”

“Yes,” you agree, your declaration certain.

“But right now you have to go,” Luca continues.

“Right now I have to go,” you echo as confirmation. “Later. I promise. We’ll talk. Tonight?”

“Yeah ehm. Not to be… presumptuous. But my place is closeby. We could… perhaps talk. Tonight. There?” Luca suggests, trying to downplay the fact that it sounds like he’s asking you to come over for a booty call.

It’s certainly not his intention, considering he’d just offered to slow things down, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it.

“Yeah. I’ll text you,” you agree, suddenly nervous again. “When I’m done here. If you’re still up.”

“It’s a date,” Luca agrees, deciding to move in towards you again.

You nod, taking another step towards him so that you can kiss him again.

“Oh, and Luca?”

He hums in response, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips because he really can’t wait to kiss you again either. .

“I should be-. I want to be clear,” you begin, deciding to be brave in this moment.

He raises an eyebrow.

“I really like you too,” you say, before standing tall on your tiptoes, and pulling him down to you for, this time, a see-you-later kiss.

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xetswan · 9 months

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Youngest Shadow- Crash It

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Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. It’s a Home game.

Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didn’t understand a sport I wouldn’t want to go either.

She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. She’s cool. She also comes to games but that’s to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.

Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.

It’s also raining so I’m kind of glad I don’t have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. “Great.” She mutters under her breath.

Charlie pulls in with her truck. “Dad I can drive us to school myself.” As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.

“You okay, Bells? [Name]?” Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater that’s not so new. Luckily I didn’t bleed at all. “Ice doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” Bella frowns at her own joke.

“Clearly.” I groan.

“That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie points to the red truck. “The other ones were nearly bald.”

“You got me new tires. No one’s ever don’t that before.” Both Charlie and I look at her confused. “I mean… nothing.”

He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.

“I won’t make it to dinner or the game. I’m heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.” He explains to us.

“An animal?” Bella asks, confused.

“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, honey. They’ve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought I’d lend a hand.” He puts it simply. “Be careful.” We say in unison.

“Always am.”

“And thank you for the tires.”

I’d thought by now they wouldn’t be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldn’t even be cut with a knife.

Change of pov

Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. “And yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.” Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. “Come on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.” He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bella’s head.

“Terrific.” She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.

She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.

“Hello.”

She stops, automatically stunned. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.”

She’s too shocked to respond, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. “You’re Bella.” He stares, not questioning.

“I’m… yes.” She finally sits, feeling stupid.

He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. She’s baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.

“Onion root tip cells! That’s what’s on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!” Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.

“Come on people, tick tock.”

Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.

“Ladies first.” She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. “You’ve been gone.”

“Out of town. Personal reasons.” He was curt like her, short with his answers.

“Prophase.” She says, going to remove the slide. “May I look?” She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. “Prophase.”

“Like I said.”

He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. “Enjoying the rain?”

“Seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?” She seems offended. “It appears.”

“No, unlike my sister I don’t like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.”

There was a small smile that played on his lips.

He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she can’t tell if he despises her or not. “What?”

He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.

“Anaphase.” She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.

“May I?” She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.

“Anaphase.”

“Like I said.”

They change the slide.

“If you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He quizzes her.

“It’s complicated.” Simple answer, but he’s intrigued so he pushes.

“I think I can keep up.” She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.

“My mother remarried.” Another simple response.

“Very complex. So you don’t like him.” A statement, he doesn’t question himself.

“Phil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.” She tells. “Interphase.”

At the end of school she’s still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. “Why didn’t you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?” He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.

“Alright, Phil’s a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddy’s girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.” She explains everything. “But now you’re unhappy.” He states himself again.

“No I… I just.” She turns away, embarrassed.

Back to You

At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I don’t see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.

I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think that’s his name if I’m remembering correctly.

Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.

I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didn’t see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.

After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.

Mike and Eric yell if she’s okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. “Bells, Bella?!” I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.

I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.

I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.

Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. “Bells, are you alright?“

“I’m fine dad, calm down.” She assures gun but it’s not enough. “I’m so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologizes.

“It’s okay Tyler.” Bella tells him and I scoff. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie says, I nod agreeing. “Dad it’s not his fault.”

“We nearly lost you.”

“But you didn’t.” She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.

I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didn’t know anything I would’ve thought he was a movie star. I didn’t pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.

“It would’ve been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Bella says ignoring dad and I’s antics.

“Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asks only to not get a response.

Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. I’m guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

The blonde man smiles.

“As long as you’re safe.”

We leave the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.” He points to Bella.

“You told her?! She’s probably freaking out!” He just shrugs and walks off.

She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. “Stay here.” She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.

Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.

“This isn’t about you. It’s about all of us.” It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.

I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.

It’s Jacob calling, shit.

I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game that’s in… 35 minutes.

“Hello?” I spoke to,

“Hey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?” He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.

“Hey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. I’m sorry I should’ve called.” I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re both okay, I’m glad shes okay.” He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. I’m just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. I’m sure she knows but y’know?”

“Totally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?” He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.

“Of course, I’ll call around 9.” I say

“Can’t wait…”

“Knock it off.”

I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.

I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.

“Who was that?”

“Jacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasn’t there freaked him out.” I take a deep breath through my nose.

“I completely forgot about that. We can still make it.” She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play anyway. There’s no point.” I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns.

“No need, you should call mom though.”

She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.

Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.

Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.

“It would’ve been a better game with you for sure.” He says and I could hear the smile.

“I know, I’m just so amazing.” I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have boasted your ego.”

“What ego?” I jokingly say.

I look over ti my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.

I was surprised Charlie hadn’t come and told me to go to bed.

“Ah, we should go to bed.” I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bella’s room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.

“[Name]?” Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bella’s room so I go back to my bed.

“Sorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.” My voice was a little raspy from being tired.

“Goodnight.” He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.

Thinking about everything that happened today.

Chapter three, unedited.

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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Heyy sorry I love you fics sm!! Can you do one where SLS gets into a argument with one of the triplets and they push her and she cries so they make it up to her?

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Sturniolo little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warning: ⚠️ Self Harm ⚠️ , blood, panic, etc.

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SLS/N’s POV

To say the least, the argument was stupid.

The boys let me be in a blind, deaf, and mute baking challenge for a Wednesday video. Nick was deaf, Chris was blind, I was mute, and Matt was blind and deaf; since we had four people.

We were making Brownies today, which I thought would be pretty easy.

Boy was I wrong.

The boys were starting to get frustrated, instead of just reading the fucking instructions like I tried to tell them.

I waved the empty box, with the instructions on them, in Nicks face, trying one last time before I gave up.

Instead of just taking them like I thought he would, he slapped me on the arm, hard, saying,

“GET THE FUCKING BOX OUT OF MY FACE! HOLY FUCK SLS/N!”

I quickly backed up, not wanting to get yelled at or hit again.

My next tactic was to try and help Chris.

Big fail.

I tried to grab his hands to help him stir the mixture and get all the clumps out. Only to be hit in the gut by Chris while he yelled,

“Oh my fucking god! I’m not fucking stupid! I can do it myself!”

The breath knocked out of me, I tried to back away from him, only to back straight into Matt, who smacked the back of my head.

“Watch where your fucking going! Jesus Christ you do t even have the blind food on!”

This was to much.

Feeling the tears in my eyes I back out of the room and up the stairs, my brothers to busy arguing to notice.

I get up the stairs and sprint to my bathroom. I sink into the floor finally letting my emotions out.

But not for long.

Wiping my eyes, I open my cabinet, reach all the way to the back left corner, and pull out what I was looking for.

My blade.

I open it fast and drag it across the top of my thigh, where my shorts cover the old scars from previous arguments.

I immediately feel relieved by the pain.

You deserve it. You shouldn’t have got in Nicks face, you shouldn’t have tried to help Chris, and you should have stayed out of Matt’s way. Your so stupid.

I drag my blade across my leg a few more times, knowing very well I deserve it.

But in my last swipe, the door opened.

Nicks POV

I do t know why we still do this challenge. We all hate it and it only makes us argue.

Chris was starting to put in oil we didn’t need into the batter, telling me, or rather showing, that he knew what he was doing.

Damn it, where is SLS/N with that box she had earlier? I turn to Matt and SLS/N.

But only Matt stands there.

I take Matt’s head phones off and he rips off his blind fold.

“Where’s SLS/N?” I ask him.

“How should I know? I couldn’t see or hear dumbass.” He replies, sassily. I roll my eyes and turn to Chris, who had taken off his blind fold and turned the camera off.

“Maybe she got stressed and went upstairs.” Chris suggested.

This wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. SLS/N get stressed or anxious sometimes, and just needs a break, so we let her hang out in her room for a little then go talk to her.

Matt, Chris, and I make our way upstairs to SLS/N’s room, but the door is open. However, her bathroom door is cracked open, and we could hear light sobs coming from inside.

We walk over and I open the door, shocked at what I see.

SLS/N’s POV

Nick, Matt, and Chris are standing in the doorway, looking completely shocked.

Nick is the first to break out of his trance. He kneels down next to me, takes the blade from my hand, and whispers,

“Why?” His voice cracking as he’s on the verge of tears.

I look at him, my tears already falling down on my face.

“It was all my f-fault! I ruined the whole challenge by getting in your face and getting Chris all upset and getting in Matt’s way! I deserve it! And when you guys hit me it’s the least you could do, so I have to do it myself.” I say talking fast, walk ting for one of them to scold or get mad at me.

But they don’t.

To my surprise, Nick pulls me into a hug, and I couldn’t help but sob into his chest. Matt and Chris join in, all of us teary eyed.

After about a minute, we break the hug.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up, huh kiddo?” Matt says to me, scooping me up and running along me on the bathroom counter and bending down to get the first aid kit. Nick and Chris leave the room. He comes back up with the first aid kit,

and my extra blades.

“SLS/N, why didn’t you just talk to us?” He asks me, putting the blades in his pocket and getting to work on my cuts, wiping them, then putting some alcohol on them.

I his at the sting, but reply,

“I didn’t want to bother you. I already upset you enough.”

He looks at me in shock at he covers the cuts with bandages.

“You need to understand that nothing you do could ever upset us to where we would want to intentionally hurt you. You’re our baby sister, and we love you so much! Please don’t do this to yourself sweetheart. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Matt says, tearing up again as he brings me in for yet another hug.

I nod, not being able to speak without crying. I lean into his warm embrace while he rubs my back.

Chris’s POV

I am quick to walk out of the bathroom when Matt starts to patch SLS/N up. My breathing was sped up and my eyes were full of tears.

Nick followed me out as I sat on SLS/N’s bed, my head in my hands.

Nick comes over and rubs my shoulder.

“She’s gunna be fine Chris.” He says comfortingly. But I wasn’t having it.

“Nick it’s all my fault! I hit her and screamed at her! I can’t believe I did that, I’m such an idiot!” I say jumping up and fisting my hair, the tears falling freely now.

Nick stands up and takes my hand away from my hair and holds them in his.

“Christopher don’t you dare say this was all your fault. I yelled and hit her, you yelled and hit her, and so did Matt. None of us should have ever done that to her, so don’t go blaming yourself. It is what it is and we’ll all get through this together. Do you understand?” He said, still gripping my hands to make me listen.

I nod and give him a hug, trying to calm down before SLS/N comes back out.

SLS/N’s POV

I walk out to see Chris and Nick sitting on my bed, and Matt walks out behind me. I walk over and sit in between my brothers and say,

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you worry.”

“No SLS/N, we’re sorry. We never should ya e done that to you, and it will never happen again. But if you ever feel like that again, please come talk to us.” Nick says.

I nod and fall back onto the bed, my brothers close behind.

I snuggle into them knowing that everything is going to be okay, as long as I’m with them.

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fandomfucker · 4 months

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Space-Poly!TJD x Fem!Reader

Request: poly relationship between judgment day and reader. The reader is keeping a secret from their partners. The secret is that she is a little. The reason why she is hiding it is because she thinks that they will hate her and leave her like her last partner did. One day when they are all out and she is home by herself she slips into little space and she is in little space for an hour until they get back and Damian goes to check on her and he walks in on her in little space. She's all freaked out. Damian is the only one who knows what little space is. They all explain that it's adorable and that they love her for who she is. Her main caregiver is Damian but they all take care of her when she is in little space. She has a stuffed tiger named Maengho.

A/N-I want to preface this by saying that this is NOT SEXUAL however it is about little space so if you don't want to read it, don't. I would also like to go ahead and apologize for any incorrect information/misrepresentation, I did research on it and tried my best. Please enjoy and sorry for the wait ❤️

Word Count: 2,051

Reader's POV

Alright, Love. We'll be back later, okay?" Rhea informed me as she held my cheeks between her hands. I nodded and smiled up at her as she bent down to kiss my forehead before grabbing the keys to her truck and walking toward the front door.

Finn, Dominik, and Damian, my other three partners, all filed after her. They all gave me a small kiss and a quick goodbye as the four of them left to go film some Judgment Day promos.

Once the door had been shut behind them and I had seen Rhea's truck speed away down the road, I breathed a deep sigh of relief, a small weight being lifted off my shoulders.

Work had been really stressing me out lately but with my partners all unaware of my strategy for coping with stress, I hadn't been able to do anything about it. But now they were out of the house for at least a little while and I was free to do whatever I wanted.

After going and grabbing one of the little bottles of apple juice we kept in the fridge, I happily skipped back to my own room, immediately heading for my walk-in closet.

Shortly after we had all moved into our house together, I had set up a small space for me to be a little in. Basically, somewhere for me to decompress while acting and having the same overall headspace as a child.

The closet wasn't massive but it was just big enough for me to set up what was essentially a giant pillow fort.

The walls were lined with fluffy pillows, half of them the really big tube ones, and the floor was littered with thick fluffy blankets.

I had only a few stuffed animals but they were all my favorite ones. There were about 12 in total, my favorites of favorites were ones from Build a Bear that I'd made with people special to me, my number one being Maengho. He was a tiger I'd gotten all of my partners to build with me a couple of months ago after we first moved into our house.

Fairy lights hung from the ceiling and walls, creating a homey effect that I adored. I also had a small TV mounted on the wall, above a nightstand type of dresser I stored my little clothes in. It was mainly just Disney Princess nightgowns but I also had some My Little Pony pajama sets and a Rainbow Brite sweater for if I was cold enough or just wanted to be extra comfy.

I had some tutus and dress-up jewelry for when I felt like it, but I just enjoyed wearing pajamas more than anything.

Ripping my hair out of the ponytail I'd stuck it in, I plopped down onto a flower-shaped pillow on the floor, beginning to dig through the dresser for a specific Tinkerbell nightgown I knew would be in there.

Not bothering to stand up, I just changed into the dress while sitting on the floor, opening the closet door only for a minute to throw my regular clothes out into my room.

I grabbed the small remote off the dresser, and turned on the TV, turning it to Disney+. My favorite movie of all time since I was a baby was actually The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh so I turned that on as I adjusted the pillows and blankets around me, making myself comfortable.

Sitting criss-crossed apple sauce, and laying a fluffy pink blanket across my lap, I sat Maengho on my lap before setting my little lap tray that had all my coloring stuff stored in the side pockets in front of me.

Opening up the Lisa Franke coloring book, I flipped to a new page, deciding on a picture of two baby penguins in a basket.

For over an hour, I sat in my closet, fully immersed in my little space as I half-paid attention to the movie, coloring in my penguins with vibrant colors.

I was so immersed in fact, that I hadn't heard the garage door open or the calls from my partners soon after.

The door swung open, making me jump and causing me to draw an unwanted line down the center of my paper.

My eyes were wide with fear as I looked up to see all four of my partners looking at me in the doorway, confusion and concern etched on all of their faces.

Damian's POV

Y/n sat on the floor with a stuffed tiger, wearing a Disney princess nightgown, coloring. We all just kind of stopped in our tracks and stared at her in confusion as she looked up at us.

Her eyes were wide and slowly started to become filled with tears. She curled into herself, hugging the tiger, Maengho I remembered, tightly to her chest as she dragged her blanket up to cover her entire body and half of her face.

The tears started falling as she silently cried. I realized what this all was as I gently crouched down to better get on her level.

She began to bring her knees all the way to her chest and curl into herself even further as I reached out a hand to her. I retracted my hand before I scared her to death and took to just speaking to her softly instead.

"Y/n? It's sweetheart, we're not upset."

She lowered the blanket slightly from her face as she looked at me. Her lip quivered as her gaze shifted between me and the other members of the Judgment Day.

"You're not?" She asked timidly.

I shook my head 'no' in answer, glancing back to the other three to see that based on their facial expressions alone, they had no idea what was going on.

Turning back to Y/n, I spoke to her softly and quietly so as to not scare her any further. "Tell you what, us four are gonna go back down to the living room for a few minutes to talk, okay?" I made a circular motion indicating us wrestlers as I spoke.

"Do you want anything in the meantime? Or do you want me to bring you anything from the kitchen?"

She slowly shook her head at that, speaking so quietly I almost didn't hear her. "We don't have anything here."

I gave a nod in understanding a gave her a small smile before standing back up and turning around to push our other partners out of the way as I shut the closet door behind me.

None of them made any move to leave the room until I started making shooing motions with my hands.

Once back downstairs, I had them all sit down on the couch as I stood in front of them to explain what exactly was going on.

Reader's POV

Curious, I waited until I couldn't hear my partners' footsteps anymore before quietly retreating from the safety of my closet.

It was me and Maengho against the world as I held the top of his head to my mouth and tiptoed towards the stairs. I went down as far as I could, keeping to where they wouldn't see me.

I leaned my back against the wall, holding Maengho tightly as we eavesdropped on my partners and their conversation about me.

"Okay, so it seems to me that Y/n is a little. I don't know her specifics but basically, she gets in the headspace of a child to escape reality." I heard Damian explain to them.

There was silence as the others absorbed that information.

"Wait, shouldn't she be a part of this conversation then?" Dominik asked him.

Damian took a second to think about it before responding. "Yeah, we'll have a larger conversation including her, obviously, but I wanted to go ahead and give you guys a basic understanding of what we're getting into. If anyone has a problem with it they can leave."

"That makes sense, but I'm still in." Finn agreed.

"Me too, but I think the first thing we need to do is take her to the store and get her some food and whatever else she wants. We don't want her to feel uncomfortable and like she has to hide this part of her." Rhea vocalized.

"I second that." I heard Dominik speak up, ever the Mami's boy.

"Let's go then!" I heard Damian exclaim as they then all began to make their way back upstairs to my room.

Panicking, I shot up from where I was sitting on the stairs, making a beeline back to my fort.

However, in my haste to make it back before they realized I'd been listening in on their private conversation, I somehow missed the last step entirely.

My toe caught the edge of it, sending me sprawling across the rough carpet of the second-floor hallway. "Fuck!"

Four sets of footsteps pounded up the stairs and the sound of my name being called in a panic was all I heard.

Feeling a warm hand on my shoulder blade I rolled over with a groan, seeing Damian kneeling next to me. "Are you okay, princesa?"

I managed to nod my head with only a slight grimace before I asked the question that burned me the most. "Are you guys really okay with me being a little? Because I know it's a lot and it's fine if you hate me and my last partner left because of it and-" I was cut off just as my eyes began to fill with tears again.

"Of course, we're okay with it. We just don't know that much about it yet and need to learn." Finn told me softly.

Dominik nodded along, "Yeah, we all love you no matter what. But, first things first, we need to take you shopping."

"I don't have any clothes I like to go out in," I spoke, my voice muffled slightly due to my face being pressed against Maengho. I was a bit taken aback and overwhelmed by the amount of utter love and acceptance they were just immediately showing me.

"That's okay, Love. Do you wanna borrow some of mine?" Rhea asked me. She was crouched in front of me, with one of her hands rubbing my knee soothingly. I perked up at this, my head shooting up to meet her gaze and nodding enthusiastically. She laughed slightly as she stood up and then held out her hand to pull me up as well.

I loved wearing Rhea's clothes any chance I got because not only did they just look cool but they actually fit for the most part, unlike the boys' clothes. And they smelled like her.

Borrowing just a pair of her sweats, I paired it with an old Muppets t-shirt that I had.

After I had finished changing, Damian gave me a piggy-back ride downstairs, having me take a seat on the second to last step of stairs as he put my shoes on for me.

I giggled and kissed Maengho goodbye, not wanting him to get covered in Walmart germs before grabbing Damian's hand and skipping out to Rhea's truck.

I sat in my usual seat, the middle in the second row with Damian and Finn on either side as Rhea drove and Dom rode shotgun.

Once we got there, Dominik, ever the gentleman, helped me up into the cart so I could sit in it as they pushed me around, following my points and vague gestures toward the things that I wanted.

They got me cookies and cream ice cream, paired with gummy bears of course, along with dinosaur chicken nuggets that I had to promise to share with Dom. Rhea had even snuck off at one point to surprise me with bubbles for the bath.

We picked up some other snacks and stuff for me to have when in little space before making our way back home.

Upon returning home, I changed back into my princess nightgown before giving my partners puppy dog eyes for ice cream, to which they eagerly obliged, just wanting to make me happy.

So, happily, I ate my ice cream, doing wiggly happy dances in my seat as my feet swung back and forth beneath me.

When we had been looking at new furniture for the house, my partners had thought it hilarious to get dining room chairs just tall enough that my feet couldn't reach the floor.

My partners watched on from their own seats at the table, each of them with a smile on their face. They were all so different from my last partner it was insane.

There were still conversations to be had but for now, everything was perfect.

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artistcollectives · 9 months

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iPilot

(Y/N)’s Pov

I sat on Spencer’s couch while reading some gossip magazine I picked up earlier at a convenience store. Spencer had been working on a new sculpture and had just finished putting it together. “Check it out (Y/N). My robot sculpture is finally complete.” I put the magazine down and walked over to him while he showed off his creation. “That’s pretty sick man!” I said with excitement as I looked it over. The sculpture was made completely out of old plastic bottles and what looked like foil and other random objects. “I just need to capture the perfect photo of this bad boy.” Spencer moves his camera around, trying to find a good angle to take a picture.

I had known Spencer and Carly for nearly a year now after I had moved into the same apartment complex as them. We had only met because Carly and Sam were doing whatever one day after school, and Sam had accidentally skateboarded into my apartment and nearly ripped my door from its hinges. Spencer came by not too long after to apologize and assess the damage and we just naturally became really good friends. I was also a starving artist which Spencer noticed when he saw all of my painting supplies and unfinished work surrounding my apartment. Since then it was pretty common for us to hang out at each other’s apartments. Typically I would be over at Spencer’s place though since I was on the floor below them and it was easier to keep an eye on the kids at his place.

“I have the perfect idea!” Spencer blurted out with excitement and ran off. I watched as her somehow climbed up to his ceiling and hung off of a wooden beam connected to the ceiling. “Dude! What are you doing?!” I asked as I freaked out. Spencer was way to spontaneous for his own good. “Don’t worry (Y/N) this angle captures my sculpture perfectly!” I back away a few feet just knowing this was an awful idea. “Let me at least move the couch over so you can land on it.” Before Spencer could respond, Carly walked in the front door. She looked at me and smiled as she waved and sat her backpack down. “Hey kiddo! Just taking some pics of my robot sculpture.” Spencer called out and it obviously shocked Carly as. She quickly jerked her head up to see where his voice was coming from. Spencer angled his camera down toward his sculpture. “Smile! Yeah.” He said with focus as the clicking of his camera rang out. “You know, if most eight grade girls came home from school and found their twenty-six year old brother hanging from the ceiling, and his twenty-four year old friend watching as he took pictures over a giant robot made out of soda bottles, it’d be weird.” Carly said with a grin on her face as she watched us both. Spencer let his head hang down as he faced Carly, upside down. “You’re saying we’re abnormal?” Spencer asked feigning shock. “Do I need to say it?” Carly laughed out. I smiled as I watched their interaction but also nervously kept my eye on Spencer. “Alright Spence, come down before you hurt yourself.” I told him as Carly lightly nodded in agreement. “No worries you two. I got my legs wrapped around this-“ Before he could finish his sentence, Spencer came falling down from the ceiling and landed face first against the floor. Carly and I both took a step back in shock. Spencer laid there for a moment before groaning out. “Please help me stand up.” I quickly kneeled down helped him get a grip on my arms so he could hoist himself up. “Are you alright?” Carly asked him with concern in her voice. “Yea- Nope.” Spencer stated as he grabbed his shoulder. “Did you dislocate your shoulder again?” I asked him as my own shoulders hung down. This is sadly a common occurrence with Spencer. He winced as he nodded in my direction. “Don’t do it Spence.” “One sec.” We both said simultaneously. Spencer then jumped completely in the air and slammed his entire body weight into his hurt shoulder. A loud cracking noise was all that was heard and Carly and I stared down at Spencer in disbelief. Immediately Spencer sprang back up as if nothing had even happened. “Yeah, that fixed her.” He said as he swung both his arms around. “Good. So listen, I need a favor.” Carly said as Spencer sat on the edge of the couch holding an extra bottle in his hand. “I have to film some auditions for school.” “Fun.” Spencer responded. Carly shook her head. “Yeah, not really.” Spencer looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders. “Anyways, would you let me borrow your video camera?” She asked him. “I would.” He responded blankly. Carly grinned at him. “Awesome!” Spencer quickly cut her off. “Though I can’t” I looked at him confused. “Why not” Carly asked. Spencer leaned over the couch and pulled out some monstrosity. “I made it into a squirrel.” My eyes widened and I let out a laugh. “That’s what that thing is?” Spencer nodded his head proudly.

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It had been a few days since I had been to Spencer’s house due to being busy with work and Spencer helping Carly with schoolwork. Today I had decided to clean around my apartment to help motivate me to work on some new paintings. After a few hours of cleaning and taking tv breaks, I finally was done and tied up my last bag of trash. I stood back and looked at my new clean apartment, proud of my accomplishment. “Now I have to haul all this junk outside.” I said to myself as I looked down at the two large bags of trash.

After carefully dragging both bags towards the elevator I waited for the doors to open. Soon enough the doors open for me to enter, and standing in there waiting was Spencer. “Hey Spencer. What are you up to?” I asked him with a smile on my face as I started to push my trash bags in the doors. Spencer quickly took both bags in his hands and pulled them in the elevator for me. “I was actually about to check the dumpsters for any new sculpting materials.” He said excitedly as I stepped into the elevator with him. “Well I’ll make sure to let you browse around before I throw my trash in there. I doubt dust bunnies and paper plates are what you’re looking for. Right?” He shrugged his shoulders and I laughed.

I watched as Spencer jumped into the dumpster behind our apartment complex with no hesitation. “That thing has to stink in there dude!” I called out to him while he rummaged around. “It’s all for the sake of art (Y/N)! You should understand this better than anyone!” He yelled out and I rolled my eyes. “Sure Spence but next time you need to wear gloves or something.” I was starting to sound like Freddie’s mom. Suddenly I heard Spencer move around aggressively. “I’ve hit a jackpot (Y/N), you’re never gonna believe this!” He shouted with excitement. I tried to peak inside but the smell was too much for me to handle. Finally, Spencer’s head popped out and I could tell he was pulling something out. As Spencer got out of the dumpster he pulled out two pieces of what looked like a mannequin. “Who had that in their apartment?” I asked out loud as Spencer jumped down beside me. “Who cares this thing is awesome! It’s gonna be perfect for my next sculpture.” He responded as he proceeded to throw my trash in the dumpster bin. “Help me carry this inside (Y/N).” Spencer asked as as he picked up the lower half of the mannequin. I let out a sigh. “Fine but only because you helped me with my trash.” He turned back and grinned at me while I picked up the upper portion of the mannequin and we made our way to his apartment.

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“Hey! Look what someone left in the dumpster!” Spencer shouted as he ran into his open apartment. I followed behind him and saw Carly, Sam, and Freddy all standing in the kitchen talking and eating ham. “Hey kids.” I waved to them as I sat my hand off the mannequin down next to Spencer. “Isn’t this amazing?! (Y/N) helped me find her.” Spencer continued on. The kids all ran up to us excitedly. “Hey can we use the third floor as kind of a TV studio?” Carly asked Spencer. “Well I don’t know—“ “Thanks!” “You rock!” “Later!” The kids all hollered out as they ran upstairs towards the third floor. “Wait, I didn’t say— why do you need— okay, later!” Spencer shouted but the kids were already long gone. He turned and looked at me in confusion but I only shrugged my shoulders in response.

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Later that week while the kids were upstairs doing whatever they needed that floor for, Spencer and I were just sitting around talking about random ideas for projects. “What if I make lifelike sculpture of myself?” Spencer suggests while moving some of his tools and material around. “That sounds very normal. What’s the twist?” He laughs at my question. Before he could respond the elevator doors open to the kitchen and the kids come running out and go straight to the computer on the counter excitedly. I look back at Spencer’s and shrugs. “Here it is!” Freddy shouts excitedly as the quick tapping of his finger on the keyboard can be heard. “How many?!” Carly asks with excitement in her voice. “37,000!” All three of them begin to scream and cheer. Spencer and I both silently look at each other before immediately running over to the kids and jumping and cheer with them still not fully sure what was happening. After a few moments Spencer stops abruptly. “Why are we happy?” He asks and I look at Carly nodding. “Cause our very first web show rocked!” Carly informed us. “And was watched by over 37,000 people!” Sam followed up. “Get out!” Spencer said very seriously which caused my to grin and raise my brow at him. He immediately lost his serious tone and had a goofy grin all over his face as he pulled Carly into a hug. “My baby sister’s a web star!” He said dramatically. “Hey, we should have a party, you know, to celebrate. Sam suggested. Carly and Freddy immediately agreed. “Yes we should.” Spencer said acting serious once again. “But it shouldn’t be a normal, regular party.” He said as he began pacing around the living room. “Oh no.” I said jokingly. “It needs to be something different, something…wonderfully random.” Spencer abruptly stood still as he made his suggestion. “Crazy hat party?” Carly asked and Spencer and I both looked at her with grins on our faces.

Spencer let Carly invite everyone who had performed on her ‘talent show’ show to come to the party and then some other people as well, as long as they wore a crazy hat. There was even a goat in the living room. Spencer and I both supervised but kept our distance so Carly could enjoy her moment with her friends. Spencer wore a gold and green jester hat, while I wore a striped hat like wha the Cat in a Hat wore. We watched proudly as people asked for Carly and Sam’s autographs. “They’re good kids.” I said as we watched a little girl hug Carly excitedly. Spencer nodded in response. I watched as two boys around their age came up and started talking to Sam and Carly. Both girls looked at each other blushing and smiling ear to ear. “Nuh-uh no boys.” Spencer said protectively and was about to go separate the kids. I was about to intervene when suddenly some kid ran past us running and laughing maniacally as he held half of Spencer’s mannequin in his arms. “Hey! Hey, stop that!” Spencer shouted at the kid as he immediately chased after him. “Put her down! She’s not for you!” He chased the kid around the kitchen table repeatedly going in a circle. “Get off! How pitiful! Who invited you?!” He continued to chase this kid through the entire apartment while I stayed to keep an eye out on the rest of the kids as they all danced around to the music that was playing.

This is my first time writing on tumblr so hopefully I did well. Feel free to comment any suggestions if you have any. I’ll try my best to update frequently, at least once a week if I can. Sorry if my grammar or wording isn’t the best, I tried writing this while watching the episode so it was as accurate as possible. This will probably be a slow-burn story so expect it to be many chapter.

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cindylouwhooo · 4 months

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Chapter four

Gigi’s POV

Lando Norris sent you a message

“Let’s watch a movie instead.” I suggest. “Maybe ‘Cars’. It’s fitting.”

Francisca rolls her eyes and drops down her makeup bag. “No. We said we’d get you out of the house and both you and your manager agreed the Grand Prix is the perfect distraction. Imagine how much you need this for your manager to tell you you need a distraction.”

I plop down on the bed behind her, silently sulking. It’s not that I don’t want to go. Seriously, under any other circumstance I’d be jumping up and down like a teenager at the chance of going to a GP.

But the crippling terror that rips through my belly and rises to the top of my chest at the thought of leaving my studio…it kind of ruins the whole experience.

Kika, sensing my hesitation, drops the brushes on the makeshift vanity and places herself in front of me. “I love you and I’m telling you, I wouldn’t force you to do anything that could possibly be wrong for you.”

I fake a smile, wanting to show her I appreciate her. If she notices the lack of honestly on the shape of my mouth, she doesn’t call me out on it. In fact, she gives me a moment to myself, turning to the mirror and starting her makeup routine.

My body lays flat on the mattress, my heart going a mile a minute when I remember the interesting notification that popped on my screen in the morning.

Pondering whether I should actually

send this message. Your friend

scared the shit out of me when I asked

for your number.

Yeah, she’s protective

like that. ‘S why I love her

No I get it,

Not sure if I can smoothly make

this conversation go on so, I’ll

just get to the point.

Should I be scared?

Absolutely not, I don’t bite.

Bummer:/

seen

I wait a few seconds in the chat, giggling at the little seen word underneath my last sent text. Adorable, how easy it was to leave him speechless—my heart starting to pound against my chest for a completely different reason.

My mind cannot come to terms with how my body and emotions react to this stranger. Sure, he’s attractive. Funny and charming—at least in his interviews. He’s got that British accent that drives me insane and the facial hair that contrary to popular belief, suits him incredibly.

But none of that justify the whole situation. It’s a magnetic force that I cannot ignore and that pulls me out of that bed and on my feet; grinning and mind spinning with the excitement of a new Internet crush. My favourites.

“So, what’s the plan exactly?” I ask.

“We go watch FP1, have a drink, talk to some people—Lily, one of the driver’s girlfriend, has the gossip to tell me, apparently.” I smirk, wondering when was the last time I cared enough for drinks and good gossip. “Then we’ll just drop by Alpine, say hi to Pierre, maybe force him into introducing you to some engineers. And then we can come back to the hotel, eat, wait for the end of FP2 and then…”

She draws out the last word, for the dramatic effect. “And then?”

“Then it’s night out with the boys.”

Lando’s POV

My heart drums inside my chest yet it feels like it’s stuck inside my throat. I try to swallow it down, pretend as if I’m not going crazy over being left on delivered for the past hour—or that the girl who’s been occupying my mind lately is quite literally twenty steps away from me.

She’s here with Kika, Pierre’s girlfriend, smiling and socialising. Talking to everyone but me.

She knows I’m here, she’s seen me. I know it, because I’ve been playing the moment her eyes met mine over and over again in my head.

Fuck, I sound like a fucking teenager.

Reporters and journalists, drivers and other celebrities have tried to get a moment with Gigi Santos who’s enamoured every single person attending the Monaco FP1 session. She’s constantly circled by someone—everyone.

And I just…I just stare like some fucking wanker, unable to move a muscle towards her.

And then she turns her head, putting a stop to her conversation with someone whose name I should know, but don’t, and looks at me.

And fuck if my heart doesn’t jump to the heavens.

I don’t know how, but that woman sees me, like no one ever has. She hasn’t spoken to me once, hasn’t fully, officially I traduced herself. But under her gaze I feel like she sees me. Her lips tilt upwards and her slender fingers rise to the side of her beautiful face; in a second, they start dancing and it takes an embarrassingly long time to realise she’s waving at me, and it’s my time to wave back.

Someone is speaking to me, but I can’t fucking focus on anything else other than Gigi.

Her eyes are—fuck, she’s just—

Gigi giggles, and turns her head to continue talking with her friend and I frown at the loss of contact.

“Lando, it’d be great if you could come back to earth long enough to listen to me.” The voice of my PR manager’s voice snaps me out of my haze. “You’ve got to get into the car in five.”

I nod, even though I haven’t registered what she’s said.

Damn is this session going to be hard.

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My brows are lowered in concentration, listening to my engineer explain the situation. FP1 was slightly upsetting, the car not wanting to turn properly, clipping the tight walls of Monte Carlo more that once.

But the second session seemed to be going better, until the voice of my engineer was heard fifteen minutes in, ordering me to come into the pits because the car shows to have an issue. Hydraulics, they suspect.

Guilt shimmers in my chest as I allow myself to leave the garage earlier than most—overpowered by my negative emotions and wanting to get away from the scene.

I open my phone, a fairly distraction, and come face to face with a wonderful surprise.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all…

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kopfkino-o · 2 months

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The Seer's Stone - Chapter 6 (Az POV)

Summary: Azriel is being pushed to his limits, driven half-mad by his increased workload, Koschei’s recent movements, and the unaddressed feelings still hanging between him and Elain. His mind is at war with himself, thoughts and regrets constantly battling with him, but when an old acquaintance comes calling he feels compelled to answer, bound by loyalty and duty he sets off to find what very well might be his own damnation.

Pairing: Elain x Azriel

Timeline: Post-ACOSF

Wordcount: 1970

Read:

Chapter One | The Crone’s Trade

Chapter Two | The Oracle of Seraphyros

Chapter Three | Last of Our Kind (Azriel)

Chapter Four | An Empty Seat

Chapter Five | Death and the Lovely Fawn - UPDATED

Author’s Note: Hope you all enjoy! More below 💋

PHEW! After several months of insanity (see: moving to a new city, taking on several new projects at my day job as a graphic designer, getting engaged, traveling to Europe to be in a friend's wedding, hurting my knee again (rip lmao), and the general chaos of being alive) I am so excited to be back writing again. And even more excited to share this latest chapter of the Seer's Stone with the world.

Writing took a back seat within my life last year, due impart to the aforementioned chaos, but also due to some personal anxieties I had about sharing my work. It's irrational, I know, writing is writing, art is art! But still, I found myself lacking confidence and facing a ton of writer's block, but I found some new inspiration through my professional creative work, had a few friends that really helped to cheer me on, and had a lot of downtime after my knee surgery to think about and play around with my craft. All that being said, I'm really really glad to be back at it and revisiting this story, and learning through writing fanfiction.

My plans for the fic haven't changed (too much), but I do think I ought to note that I made some edits to the last update, Chapter Five | Death and the Lovely Fawn, that I feel like I just needed to make to provide clarity/build up for the direction of the story.

Lastly, I just wanted to say thank you to the folks who reached to me about this fic even when I wasn't actively updating it and offered me support/encouragement. This meant so so much to me, more than you all probably know, and I just wanted to say thanks for that.

This one's for you guys.

xoxo, Court

There was a building headache in Azriel's temples.

Every beat of his heart reverberated through his skull like a war drum. Azriel worked his jaw, grinding his teeth. There had always been something about the dank darkness of the Hewn City that pressed down on him like a fist, but the hateful place was particularly grating tonight.

Wrong, his shadows murmured, this place is wrong

"Hush," he snapped back at them, in no mood for their whisperings.

The floor shifted underfoot, and the long, stone passageway changed before his eyes, writhing as if it were a living thing. To anyone else, the illusion might have been nauseating, but these tunnels and their strange enchantments had become second nature to him during the time he served beneath Rhysand's father.

The old High Lord had personally keyed the spells into the oily stone walls to prevent his captives from ever learning the true layout of the tunnel system. And, perhaps, to also remind them they were so far beneath the earth they could only dream of feeling the warmth of the sun on their faces again.

He had been cruel like that.

Azriel rounded a bend in the stone and found himself in another long hallway carved directly into the mountain. Only this hallway was lined with ancient, half-rusted cell doors—cells that housed the worst of the Night Court's filth. Or at least, what was left of them.

Halfway down the corridor, Feyre and Amren were waiting for him outside one of those cells, the High Lady and her second-in-command half-concealed in shadow, their whispered voices echoing queerly off the rock walls.

Both females fell silent when they caught sight of him. Something twisted in Azriel’s gut. For them both to be here, in the dead of the night, with Nyx still so young and Varian here in Velaris on a short respite from Adriata, meant something was wrong. The look on Feyre’s beautiful face only confirmed that. Something was very, very wrong.

“You’re late,” Amren snapped. It was as much a greeting as he’d get from her.

Azriel matched the second’s same cool indifference. “I was in the middle of something when you sent for me. I came as soon as I could.”

“Off again, doing only the Mother knows what? You don’t fool me, boy. I can smell the Continent on you.”

“I come, I go. So is the nature of my work.”

“Is it, now?”

“If you intend to suggest I’m up to something you disapprove of, then by all means, Amren, do so now and let us be done with it. I’m not here to indulge in idle banter.”

The second-in-command bared her teeth, smoke-gray eyes glowing like two torches amidst the gloom, and for half a heartbeat, Azriel thought she might press the matter.

Then Feyre stepped forward and cleared her throat. There were dark smudges of exhaustion beneath the High Lady’s eyes, but she still looked as regal as ever in her Illyrian leathers, her carved ashwood bow and a matching quiver of arrows peeking up over her armored shoulders.

“Enough, you two,” Feyre said, voice laced with nothing but command. She shot both Azriel and Amren a warning look before folding her tattooed hands behind her back, taking up the position of authority fitting of both a war commander and a queen. “We have bigger matters at hand, and I didn’t leave my infant son asleep at home with a nanny just to come here and listen to you bicker.” She nudged Amren with an armored elbow. “So, won't you be a dear and update our lovely Spymaster on the situation at hand?”

Amren shot him one last distrustful look before answering their High Lady's command. "We picked up two...stragglers...trying to make their way to the Prison Isle. From what we've been able to gather, it appears they were attempting to make their way inside the Prison itself."

Azriel's brows rose. Sneak onto the Prison Isle? That was not only impossible, but it was complete and utter madness. A sick, sudden realization shuddered through him, so fierce it cut through the pounding in his head.

Elain.

Elain was trying to get access to the Prison for reasons still unknown to him. Her and the spellspinner she'd tried so diligently to keep hidden in the Library.

Azriel's shadows had brought him word of their machinations weeks ago, initially tipped off by the arrival of the young spellspinner, and catching Elain in his bedroom yesterday had only confirmed his suspicions, but surely she hadn't gone against his warnings. Surely she hadn't...

"Something wrong, boy?" Amren crooned.

He ignored her. "Tell me everything," he said to Feyre.

"One male, one female. Both don't seem to hold any particular court alliance, but they were...dressed strangely. Almost as if they were trying to blend in with the Library's priestesses. Only their robes were gray, not white, and they carried no invoking stones." Feyre scrubbed a hand down her face. "Rhys caught the male on the beaches; I found the female still on the boat they'd used to reach the Isle."

Azriel might have sighed his relief if only Feyre's words weren't too much to stomach. Elain and her friends, and whatever wild plan they'd concocted, might be safe for now, but an unwelcome stranger trying to land on the Prison Isle was nothing to take lightly. And the fact Azriel, nor his shadows, had seen it coming rankled him.

"I tried to talk to her, wanted to know who she was, why she was there," the High Lady continued. "But she pulled a knife before I could get to her. I watched her open her own throat. Tried to heal her, but to no avail, little thanks to the poison on her blade." Feyre shook her head then tossed a thumb towards the cell door. "Rhys is inside with the male. He won't speak, though. He just keeps... singing."

"Singing?" Azriel echoed.

"He means to mock us," Amren murmured.

It was Feyre who ignored the second-in-command now. The High Lady tipped her head towards the cell door. "You'll see." She said. "We'll be waiting at the Riverhouse for your report."

And with that, Feyre reached a hand for Amren and winnowed them both away, leaving Azriel alone with his pounding head, the ancient black stone, and the iron door looming before him.

Azriel drew in a breath. Down, down, down he sank into himself before he strode for the cell door and shoved it open.

The sharp smell of blood and piss and fear arrested his senses as soon as he stepped into the dimly lit cell.

Old memories reared their ugly heads, taking him back to a different time where he came to these very cells to serve a far different lord. Truth-Teller warmed at his side, steadying him. Azriel wrapped a hand around the dagger's familiar hilt and shoved the memories back inside their iron cages to rot.

He made a quick sweep of the room when his eyes finally adjusted. Shadows clung to the corners of the narrow cell, dark enough to conceal his brother's powerful form hidden within them. Rhys was the darkness here. Anyone else might have missed him, but Azriel knew his brother's scent, the sound of his breathing, and marked where he stood in one of the shadowy corners.

In the center of the cell, bound and blindfolded, sat the captive. His gray robes were bloody, his lip split and broken, but he was singing just as Feyre had promised. Singing some horrible old song.

"...blue blood, red blood, blood black as a moonless night," the captive's voice echoed off the cell walls, garbled and made watery by his mouthful of broken teeth. "A pound of flesh, a pound of bone, a gift for a maiden made of light..."

Azriel's shadows swarmed. They flowed across the old stone floors to circle the captive like a pack of hungry dogs, writhing and twisting as they tried to make sense of him and his strange song. Almost as if the song had offended them. As if it scared them.

The darkness melted, and Rhys appeared from within it, arms crossed and brow furrowed, the mask of the High Lord in perfect place. Stars were dancing in his violet eyes, cold and unyielding, burning with a hunger Azriel himself knew all too well.

"He's been at it all night," Rhys said softly. "The same two verses of the same song, over and over again. It's driving me fucking mad."

"You scramble his brains or something?" Azriel asked.

"Would that I could. His mind is impenetrable. Practically walled off with solid obsidian. I've never seen anything like it."

"He's been prepped on how to face a Daemati, then."

"Or spelled to keep one out of his mind."

The words rose a chill within him, and Azriel found himself watching his brother more closely. Rhys worked a tick in his jaw, violet eyes churning as he assessed the battered man babbling his strange song.

"...away, away, at the crown of midnight..."

Azriel had never heard the tune before. Yet, it rankled him somehow. Dragged cold talons through his guts as if it were trying to make a home there.

Pain pricked behind his eyes, blooming like a thousand burning stars.

Azriel rolled his shoulders, fighting the headache, and drew in a deep breath of the rank air, descending deeper into that inside, readying himself for what was to come.

"He'll break," he said softly.

Rhys did not look at him as he replied. "I know."

Eventually, they exchanged the briefest, most fleeting of looks, but the silent words that passed between them meant everything. Rhys's eyes reminded him that Azriel did not have to do this. That he was, in fact, not his father's son. That this Night Court was a court of dreamers, of sons who were forgiven of the sins of their fathers, of daughters free to live as they pleased.

But the weight of duty had been taught to Azriel decades ago. And it was not a lesson so easily forgotten.

Skin slips easier off the smaller bones, blood congeals at the joints, and the mind always, always fractures first.

The old High Lord had taught him those things. Had made sure Azriel knew them, committed them to his memory so he might never forget his purpose. His worth. The thing he'd been made for.

Azriel slid Truth-Teller from its sheath. "Leave us," he said to his brother, voice soft as night. "I'll bring my report to the Riverhouse."

Rhysand put a gentle hand on his shoulder, the gesture made as if it might spare him, as if it might change what he was and the things he was born to do.

It wouldn't.

Azriel had stopped telling himself such follies a long, long time ago.

So he waited until his brother closed the cell door behind him. Waited until his shadows drank the last bit of light from the dank cell. Waited and listened as the prisoner whimpered the last verses of his swan song.

"...a sword for the son, a horn for the Queen, and dagger for their fool..."

Once, when he was just a boy, the shadows had taught him there was a place he could go, somewhere he could hide from his father's wrath, from his brothers' hate. Somewhere deep within himself. A place where he felt nothing, saw nothing.

Was nothing.

Azriel went to that place now, hiding somewhere deep within himself. He thought of roses as he raised Truth-Teller to the pale flesh of the prisoner's chest and began to cut.

Blood bloomed and the ache in Azriel's head erupted like a thunderclap.

And a dagger for the fool.

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HELPING HAND — ALASTOR — PART l

alastor x fem!reader

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third person pov - @ the streets of pentagram city

you were an angel, an exorcist to be exact.

and it was extermination day, the worst day of the year (for you at least).

you were watching as everyone ran from you, a knot building up in your throat.

you cornered someone, but you couldn’t kill them, you knew you couldn’t.

“go, jus-just go.” you whispered, but then, another exorcist grabbed you by your neck and slammed you into the alleyway

“ugh!!” you scream, then the other exorcist got close to your ear and whispered.

“you don’t belong in heaven, you never did.” they threw you on the ground and ripped your wings off.

“fuck!!!” you screamed out, leaving you on the ground, panting.

you stared as your once white blood turned a dark red, your eyes widening.

“what the fuck!!” you cried out, looking at your bloody hands.

“greetings, my dear!” a staticky, radio like voice said above you.

you looked up, seeing a grinning, red demon with ears.

“what?” you choked out.

“greetings! looks like you’re our newest resident of hell!” he grinned, what the fuck is he talking about?

“i- what?” you cough, wiping your mouth.

“i have a place to show you!” he held out his hand, can this guy not smile for two seconds?

“uhm..can i get some help?” you could barely even get up, blood dripping from your back.

“with?” he still had a smile on his face, almost touching his eyes.

“uh..my back..” you said with some shame and embarrassment.

he disappeared into black smoke and teleported behind you.

“oh! what happened here, dear?” you looked back, AND THIS MF WAS STILL SMILING.

but you couldn’t help but blush at the nickname..wait what no no no no no u can’t do ts rn.

“uhm..it’s a long story.” you looked back, looking back at your hands, how did he not notice the blood all over my hands?

“let me help you out.” his smile grew a bit and four black snake looking things healed your wound in a heartbeat.

“what the..?” you got up and he held his hand out for you, which you took.

he grabbed your hand a little tighter and black smoke surrounded you two, and suddenly you were outside a large building.

you looked up, the ‘hazbin hotel’ why did he just take you to a hotel??

“my friends live here, maybe you can get yourself a job.” he looked at you, his hand still interlocked with yours, but he later pulls away.

and you couldn’t help but miss his hand in yours, why was he so charming??

you smile and nod, making his smile tighten.

he opens the door for you, and you walk in, looking around.

“alastor!! you’re bac- oh!! did you bring a guest??” a very bright blonde girl got up and ran up to you.

“hi! i’m charlie, the owner of the hotel!” she smiled and extended her hand.

you shook it and smiled at her.

“this is..” alastor started, but then realized he didn’t really know your name.

“y/n.” she smiled, and alastors smile shrunk a bit, it looked a little less fake.

“hi y/n!! are you a guest or..?” charlie said and the few other people stared at you.

“uhh..are you guys hiring?” she smiled.

“of course!! you could be a cook?” she looked around then looked back at you.

“yea, sure!” you smile.

alastor rested a hand on your shoulder, making you have to look down for a second so you didn’t blush.

“she also needs a room, to have a place to live.” alastor looked at charlie.

“of course! would you like a tour??” she beamed.

“sure!” you smiled back, and she instantly takes your hand and shows you around.

“this is vaggie, my girlfriend!” charlie smiled at vaggie and vaggie gave you a wave, you wave back.

“and this is angel!” she motioned to him, who winked at you.

“hey toots.” he gave you a wave, which you returned.

“and this is husk, he’s our bartender.” he gave you a small wave as he washed a few glasses, and you gave him one back.

“and this is nifty, our maid!” and before you could even raise your hand to wave, she jumped up on you and began smelling you.

“o-oh-“ you raised your arm to get her off, but before you could grab her alastor gently picked her up and set her down, making you smile.

“don’t scare y/n away now.” alastor said with his staticky voice that scratched your brain in all the right ways.

you waved at nifty and she waved back, smiling.

“so, you said you needed a room?” charlie asked, watching nifty walk away.

“yes.” you nodded, and alastor did too, for whatever reason.

“well we have a ton of empty ones! alastor can help you make it your own with his powers- or..whatever they are.” she glanced at alastor before looking back at you.

“yea, i’ll go look for one, thank you.” you smiles and headed up the stairs.

you searched the halls until you found one you liked, and suddenly, alastor was in there aswell.

“whoah!!” you backed up a bit, gently hitting the wall.

“sorry to startle you, my dear.” his smile wasn’t as big, almost like it was genuine.

“it’s fine, did you need something?” you back up off the wall.

“oh, no. just checking if you needed me!” his smile grew, his hands holding his staff (or microphone or wtv) between his legs.

“i’m ok, thank you.” she nodded, and he nodded back.

“and..thanks for helping me, uhm- in that alleyway.” she said breaking eye contact for a few seconds, but looking back up at him.

“of course.” his smile shrunk into a gentle one, which made mine grow.

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Omg fluffy fruity four aaaaaaaaaahh!!!! Just imagine them when you first agree to date all four of them though 😍.

They absolutely smother you with love. Individually they’re always coming up to you with a new gift (lol your two dummies Eddie and Steve nearly mauled each other when they realised they’d both gotten you the same present and didn’t communicate, until you tell them they both got you a gift card to the same place and it literally just adds up). They’re always taking you out on dates because finally they can do so! Everyone’s always calling you, and knocking at your door, and throwing rocks at your window, and climbing through your window; because you’re not living together yet, soon though, they hope, but until then, every day you’re with all, or some, or at least one of them! And you’re so happy because you’re favourite people in the world are. Just. Always. Smiling!!!! Every singly minute every one of them are all shiny eyes and big smiles because everyone’s so excited and in love and it’s all finally here!!!

FIRST DATE....FIRST DATE ON MY MIND....i want that first moment.....anon u are making me always smiling.....this was so fucking fun to write

(cws: steve pov, post-s4, references to s3, polyamory, roller rink date, first kisses, established relationships/friendships, secret relationships, angel can rollerblade, angel's confident + protective (you'll see), brief mentions of blood/broken bones/injuries/scars, post-recovery, extremely mild violence, flirting, teasing, fluff fluff fluffy fluff, featuring the eddie breaks his ass saga, fem reader.)

A group date has never been much on Steve's mind, he's usually been a lone wolf when it comes to the pursuit of love. Sure, he's been on double dates, like when he and Nance were first together--but never like this, never with people he's involved with joining in. It's never been like...."Hey, this is my boyfriend Eddie, and my girlfriend Nancy, and my platonic life partner Robin, and-"

Woof. Getting a little ahead of himself; this may be normal with the others, but this is technically a first date with you. He airs out his shirt with his hand, having worn his nicest red-and-white checkered polo with jeans and the leather jacket that Eddie had thrifted for him, although it's hung over the bench he and the other three are sitting on. Nancy's in a prim little baby pink dress that flares around her knees, white stockings and a matching cardigan that's joined his, Eddie's, and Robin's jackets, with her permed hair teased up so it fluffs out. Robin's got her cuffed acid wash jeans and a brightly patterned blue t-shirt tucked into them, her sneakers scuffed and scribbled all over with bright markers. And Eddie's dressed up a bit, his hair washed and curlier than ever with a sleeveless black Judas Priest tank top (one of the few he has that isn't ripped) and black jeans, the fit accentuated with a chain on his belt, rings aplenty, and a necklace close to his throat that he carefully constructed out of soda tabs for this particular occasion. Even Steve has to admit it's pretty impressive, although his eyes are distracted a little by the inky expanses of skin that Eddie's showing off more than usual. He's surprisingly chipper for having just recently recovered from his injuries and gotten out of long-term care, bobbing his head to the music that fills the roller rink as he takes a sip from his soda, before crushing the can and launching it into the trash nearby.

With the usual haunts not seeming romantic nor special enough, the four of them had agreed on a trip to the roller rink for your first date as a complete group. It's one of the new buildings that's gone up in the section where Starcourt used to be, and it feels a little nostalgic in a way, the neon lights overhead and coming off the arcade in the corner reminding him of the view out of Scoops--which is bittersweet for both him and his best friend. But Nancy had agreed that it would be therapeutic for both he and Robin to make a hopefully good memory here, that it would help put those bad ones to rest. Still, though, his leg is bouncing nigh uncontrollably as they wait for you to arrive, his heart still rocketing around his chest cavity at the thought of you not showing up. His brain is begging him to check his watch again, but he knows that it'll only make it worse, plus Eddie's bound to slap his hand away again if he tries it.

"Relax," Robin whispers from beside him into his ear, Nancy on her other side seeming just as anxious, although she's keeping cool and still with her hands folded in her lap. His partner in crime pats his shoulder and smiles, her eyes creasing with a reassurance he wishes he could take to heart so easily. Granted, you were Robin's friend first before you met any one of them face-to-face, so she's liable to know you the best. Although Steve knows that she's probably spent so much time fawning over you she might not catch everything you say the first time, especially thinking back to when she would rush out from the backroom of Scoops just to come out and give you free icecream. Even then, you were cute as a button--but on the promise of the best friend code and the crush code, he'd never snatched you up for fear of Robin's wrath.

He's still reminiscing on that memory with his elbows perched on his knees as he's hunched over, chin supported by his locked hands, so he misses when the other three's eyes light up at the sight of someone coming straight for them. But Steve's pulled out of his reverie by your voice, chilling and sweet in the same way that forces him to sit up and look with a jolt.

It's not hard to spot you at all. You're dressed in a cute skirt he's seen before, paired with a flowy top with big sleeves that cinch at your wrists, collar open a bit to show off your pretty neck and the delicate little necklace Robin had got you a couple birthdays ago. Plus a big, sweet grin that shows off your teeth and tugs his focus off of anything else for a moment as you greet them all with a wave, your other hand clutching your bag over your opposite shoulder.

Robin's the first to get up and hurry to meet you, throwing her arms around you in a big hug that you're happy to reciprocate with a tight squeeze. Nancy's next to smooth out her skirt and get to her feet, with Eddie so close behind he's practically on her heels as they gather around you for a "friendly greeting". They've still gotta be lowkey as much as they can--no lovey hand-holding or kissing certainly, but he was more worried about Robin keeping her eyes off yours and Nancy's legs and Eddie's hands off his own ass than anything else.

He's barely even aware that he's being rude, not coming up to join them in welcoming you and just staring. But when the others part with smiles on their faces for you to set your bag down with their stuff, you approach without an inkling of disgust on your face--and when you've stopped about an inch from him, Steve finally clears his throat and gets to his feet to stand at your height.

God, you smell amazing. And he's really glad he didn't say that out loud, but rather turns his energy towards something he does know how to do properly and with ease--be a gentleman.

"Hi." You beam, so close that the desire to kiss you feels just about impossible to ignore. You've got such plump, soft-looking lips, all glossy with the same cherry stuff Nancy and Robin use that just tastes divine.

"Hi." He breathes out, eyes stuck on you even when you giggle, and tilt your head down to cover your mouth with your hand--only then does he break into a laugh himself, mostly at himself for being so awkward when he intended to be totally suave. He's got a sense that you like this better, though. Because you're you.

"Your skates, milady." He reaches back to grab the pair he'd had tucked between him and Eddie by the laces, and holds out his hand to take your bag in exchange as he passes them over and brushes your knuckles.....how are you so soft?

"Thank you, sir!" You're all too happy to take them, and reach around yourself to hold your skirt back against your thighs as you plop yourself on the bench to put them on. In the meanwhile, the rest of them hurry to dress their socked feet with their own skates, either joining you on the bench or propping themselves up elsewise to tie them up tight.

Honestly, he feels like kind of a dingus for being so nervous. Not only are you a sweet person, but you've met them all before. You've cried and fought and bled with them, you joined the party late but you were the one to follow Eddie's lead when he ventured alone into Mordor--and you were the one to bring him back, half-dead and clinging to you with pale hands and a bloodied mouth. You, who had barely gotten to know them by then and had just gotten sucked in because you were worried for Robin, kneeling over Eddie and breaking his bruised ribs as you gave him CPR every agonizing minute on the way to the hospital. The Samwise to his Frodo, as he called you so affectionately while pumped so full of painkillers when he saw you for the first time after the fact.

It's hard to see that same girl today in you, sitting thigh-to-thigh next to him as you each lace your skates like you haven't got a problem in the world. You turn your head while you do so and catch him staring again, but with a wink you somehow spark the desire that lies inside him to burn even hotter. And then you're gone, up and on your feet to roll yourself towards the opening to the rink, with Eddie already there with a hand outstretched to help you down the step. It's a bit of a trek for himself as he follows your lead, but he manages without too much hassle and it's much easier to roll along once he's on the shiny, waxed ground of the rink.

Being a Friday night, the roller rink is populated with a decent amount of people, but it's thankfully not overcrowded--just enough for you all to seem like normal friends as you skate together, but not enough that you'll feel like you're being watched every second that you're there. Which, after the Russians, is a big fear for him that lurks in the back of his mind on more days than not.

It becomes obvious very quickly that there's a distinct range of skill level between the five of you; Nancy's pretty solid on her feet, and so is himself to a lesser extent, but Robin is a bit shaky and Eddie.....lord, the man is the opposite of suave. He's barely keeping himself up, and he can already hear the complaining and grumbling from a few feet ahead where you four have gotten a head start. But you glide up to Eddie's side, speaking gently with your hands reaching for his as you help him away from the wall.

"There you go! You got it, see?" Feeling already like he's getting left behind again, Steve propels himself forward to join the rest of you, and gets a knowing look and a smile from Nancy that soothes his beating heart for the moment.

"Feel like I'm gonna fall on my ass-"

"Can I give you a tip?" With your hands locked together, you two drift back to cut in front of your other three dates, and it's really quite impressive that you're managing to absorb Eddie's horrendous lack of balance that's causing his feet to slide every which way, and forcing him to keep catching himself.

"Course you can, sweetheart."

"Don't fall on your ass." You chuckle at your own joke, but you're nice enough to show him your form and wait for him to adopt it, mimicking the stance of your legs so he can stand on steadier ones of his own.

"Aw, don't wanna breathe life back into it?" Just as he's grinning like a fool, you tug him forward and catch him by the elbows as he collides with your chest, a whisper boldly uttered into his ear before you let him go and skate on ahead a few feet. Whatever you said, Eddie's blushing hard--and when he turns back to the other three, all Steve catches is him mouthing "Holy fuck!" with a huge grin and eager eyes.

"Coming anytime soon, kiddies? Or am I skating alone?" You laugh uproariously, showing off by taking a few rolling steps backwards before you turn and skid off towards the curve of the arena. And Steve's not gonna be left watching again--he's gotta reclaim his title as King Steve, and does so by shooting off after you with Nancy and Robin just a few steps behind, the two of them encouraging Eddie along who thankfully seems confident enough now to keep up. It doesn't take long for him to catch up, and when he does, you don't seem one bit bothered by his presence--which at first puts him off, wondering self-consciously if maybe your teasing is a ruse and you haven't got any affection for him and just for his partners. A glimpse of conceited terror flashes by, and he considers the image of the ones he loves leaving him because you'd rather them instead of him.

Thankfully that doesn't slow him down, though, because then he would miss the bite of your lip as you check him out from head to toe when he rides up beside you and matches your pace. It disappears when you realize he's looking, but your expression doesn't fall, which is a good sign....hopefully.

"You look really pretty tonight, by the way. I meant to say that earlier, but you left me speechless." Luckily for him, it seems that cheesiness is your kind of romance--because you seem genuinely flattered, your hair whipping back as you two have a little moment together, riding round the curve to hit a long stretch of track again.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one." His brow raises, and he leans a little closer into your space with a "Really, now?", unawares that the whiff you get of his cologne is totally striking you into the dreamy lover zone. "Really! Nancy looks so good in her dress--I'll have to borrow it off her sometime."

Oh, so you are a jokester. No wonder you and Robin get along so well, the laugh you both share being cut short only by you stumbling forwards as someone crashes into you from behind. Steve's hands shoot out to catch you, but thankfully you manage not to fall, and instead stand back up straight from wrestling with your balance to find Robin herself scrambling to keep upright too. He's just about to give her a verbal jab for nearly knocking you over, before he feels a collision with his back that's preempted by a girlish yelp from behind him--and he's unfortunately not as coordinated as you, because while Robin's got her arms around your middle as you stand together, he falls straight forward with an "Ah!" as someone lands right on top of him.

"Shit!" Nancy squeaks as she collapses into him, barely braced for impact against his toned back nor him into the hard floor, his hands hitting the waxed surface with a loud slap that turns heads all over the rink. Fortunately for him she's quick to get herself back on her feet, you and Robin looking out for her dress so it doesn't ride up, and from behind the two of them Eddie erupts into laughter--and no wonder, it's no surprise that he's the one who pushed her. By the time Steve's on his feet and dusting himself and Nancy off, Eddie's meandering up with a smirk, and rolls right past him with a "Don't look now" as he passes the two of them by. Obviously he does, turns his head over his shoulder to look at you--and for a split second he loses himself in a memory that only ever crops up in his dreams.

In his mind, he sees you there again. Dressed in your hoodie and jeans as battle gear, wielding nothing but a broken mop handle from the Munson's trailer wrapped with cloth, hair matted with gooey Upside Down gunk. The image of you burning the end of it like a torch with the lighter Eddie entrusted to you, and thrusting it upwards into the sky to keep the swarm at bay before you were forced to use it like a bat on the stragglers. That's what Eddie had told them he saw when he lay there, bleeding out--that's when he knew he was in love, watching your tears dry on your cheeks as sorrow and fear were refreshed with fury and frustration, and you stabbed and thrashed and beat those bats feeding on him into bloody submission. If you were there when he and Robin....well, if you had been there from the beginning, he knows that you all would've been better off. Hell, if he had met you years ago, he probably would've enjoyed a much different life, because he never would have let you go.

"Steve," Nancy nudges his arm, unusually upbeat for having just been shoved over, and when he comes back to reality he's found that you're just as lost in his eyes as he is in yours. Robin's held on to you for awhile longer, longingly clinging to you from behind as you stroke her hand around your belly, before all four of you manage to disengage and move a more respectable distance away from each other. But you're still close, all four of you rolling along at a leisurely pace in a group while other skaters pass you by on both sides. And just as Eddie's enjoying his jump on you all by rolling backwards and cackling, his foot suddenly slides out just a touch too far and he lands flat on his ass with a shriek--much to your collective and very deserved amusement, both you and Steve rolling over to help him up with minimal complaint even though he has plenty as he rubs his sore behind. You're just in the midst of cooing at him, reminding him of his previous transgressions with lovely Nancy and the value of karma....before the chatter of the crowd and the upbeat music is cut through by two middle-aged riders, one of them spitting out a single word as he passes by you five.

"Freak."

There's no question who it was directed towards. Eddie cringes, the fun and the laughter dissipating immediately like a match being blown out. Steve feels his own anger bubbling to the surface with increasing frequency as he watches their backs, but a deep breath and Robin's warning hand on his arm stop him where he's at, just barely manage to contain the rageful words that would have burst out of him otherwise. It's unfair--unfair for all of you, for Eddie especially, but it's unfair that it stings his heart so bad but he can't...can't do even the simplest thing about it, he can't even yell or fight back, because then people would start to wonder.

It hurts even worse that this is just a glimpse at what you can expect as a part of their collective. To even associate yourself with them, with Eddie, means you'll be branded as a fellow freak for life. There's worse in store, he's sure, and living with that fear is barely tolerable for the four of them--now that it hits him with reality, it seems unfair for them to even ask you to take on that same responsibility, no matter how much they adore you and wish to keep you close and safe.

Yet, you're ahead of the four of them. Literally--you're out in front of them, blading forward on practiced feet and your face set as you roll quietly but with determined intention. You come right up behind your harasser and his friend without interruption or notice. And what Steve sees next is almost too shocking for him to digest, the same for his partners beside him as they watch you check the guy with your shoulder, dashing forward and whizzing by him so fast he has no chance of catching himself--and you hit him hard with no aid of your hands, the ungentle-gentleman crashing into the ground with no semblance of grace and a pained shout that causes his friend to wobble and nearly fall himself.

"Oops."

You circle back around to meet with them, passing just close enough by the other bystander not to collide with him too, but for him to flinch away and cause a smirk to twist your lips as you stare him down. Your eyes only shift when you skid to a stop in front of your dates, completely aware and prideful at all the eyes on your back and the attention you've just shamelessly drawn to yourself and the rest of them. Steve's left without words again, just turning and sharing a look amongst all of them before aiming his gaze back towards you. God, he's never wanted to kiss anyone so bad in his life.

And it gets better. He didn't even realize his mouth was hanging half-open until you reach your hand up to his chin, and close it for him. With that one show of confidence, he knows that his doubts were wrong--you belong nowhere else but with them, that much is more than obvious now that his eyes have been opened. It's too much to take, he's a little too wrapped up in the admiration and devotion and love he feels--because yes, he knows it, he's in love--he grabs your face in his hands, dips down, and kisses you for everyone to see. Warm, sweet, and sticky, your lips compliment his as perfectly as honey on fruit and tastes a bit like it too. The cherry flavour makes itself known on his tongue, eyes closed and breath stopped to savour the fleeting kiss in its entirety like he won't ever get it again. He might not; you might slap him for being so forward, but he doesn't care....well, he cares a little bit, but not enough to feel any regret as he breaks off with a smack and is left standing there, cupping your face and breathing hard.

When he dares to open his eyes, yours are still blinking back into the light, those lashes fluttering as you look back at him with surprisingly delicate doe eyes. Your first kiss in the middle of a roller rink--not as romantic as he thought it might be, but you don't seem all that bothered, surprisingly.

"Hey! You two!" Your heads both snap towards the source of the yelling, broken out of the haze of being trapped in your own little world to spot the manager or what-have-you storming towards you from the DJ stand.

"Run!" Shockingly, the onlookers are witness to prim and proper Nancy Wheeler being the one to yell that out, the five of you bolting at once--while you and Steve have your hands locked together, and you whip your other arm back for Robin to grab as the three of you race like hell towards the exit on the opposite side, you can hear Nancy pushing Eddie along and his cries of "Shit! Fuck! Fucking Christ, Wheeler-!" before he hits the ground again. Fortunately with a look back for Steve to make sure you're not abandoning your other dates, he catches a glimpse of Eddie kicking his skates off and Nancy following suit before helping him up by the arm, the two of them choosing instead to sprint on their bare feet across the arena to catch up with you three at the gate.

One after another you hurriedly kick your skates off in succession as you hop up the step to the carpeted side area, even quicker to grab your bags and jackets and shoes as the manager hustles after you with a grim and annoyed look on his face, motioning for some other members of security to hurry over to cut you off. Unlike all of you, though, they don't truly know the rush of running for one's life--while the adrenaline of such is still fresh in all five of your minds, and you're able to gather everything in seconds on your way by before dashing past the other rink-goers to hit the entrance. And like always Steve's the one bringing up the rear, hurrying you all along and just barely missing the grab that one of the security makes for him before he makes a run for it too.

Before he knows it, you're all past the glass doors that clunk as you throw them open and running through the darkened parking lot, Steve's BMW standing out alone amongst the other cars too nervous to park close to such a nice ride. Doors unlocked in a flash, he haphazardly throws his jacket and shoes into the backseat with Nancy, Eddie, and Robin squished in the middle, and is the last one in his seat with a last glance towards the doors you just ran out of. As if he'll suddenly see a crowd of men in uniform pass by the glass, and feel the cold silver of a gun on his neck as someone shouts at him with words he doesn't understand.

Your voices calling his name bring him back, though, and he drops into the seat and slams the door shut to fumble with the keys and turn them in the ignition. As Steve starts up the car, the dulcet notes of Here Comes The Rain Again strikes up midway through the chorus, orchestrating the background track of your speed away from the scene with hopefully few consequences--although he's sure you'll never be allowed back there again, which is quite the ironic turn of events considering his history with the place. And honestly? Fuck it all to hell, he thinks as he peels away from the place and skids on to the road from the lot to vanish into the darkness, save for the glow of his tail lights disappearing slowly into the night.

Aside from the panting from all of you, Eddie's the first to speak through the realization of what just happened. What you all just did, right in the middle of supposedly keeping a low profile. "I think you stole my kiss, big boy."

With a glance into the rearview, Steve's heart swells with relief at seeing his boyfriend smile at the laughter he gets out of you from that joke. It takes him a second to realize that both the girls have the same smile--that soft, relieved smile of peace after the storm, that he'll never stop loving for as long as he lives.

"I've got plenty, promise. Also, how often do you guys run from the law like that?" It's almost like he forgot you were in the seat next to him, although that might be a good thing, because in the panicked shuffle he might have crashed had he caught a glimpse of your pretty legs in his seat and your skirt hitching up.

"How often do you body check old men? That was amazing," Nancy laughs in the seat behind you, still completely in disbelief. You reach your arm back over the console and grab her hand after she says that, the two of you holding each other for a few beats of content quiet.

"Told you she's awesome," Robin sighs happily, sinking into her spot and letting her head hit the back behind her, as she settles her thudding heart with a hand on her chest.

"I know that, she saved my life."

You seem to grow a little sober at that idea, your hold on Nancy's hand broken and yours sliding back into your own lap to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. You're shy around praise, that's pretty obvious--kind of funny to think about, considering you didn't seem too shy when you were kissing him breathless at the arena.

"I didn't, really. But...thank you, Eddie."

"You kidding? I wouldn't have an ass to bruise if you didn't, angel. I'm holding you to that promise, by the way." You turn to him with a finger to your lips in a "Shh!" motion, giggly and lighthearted as you smack his knee and he makes kissy sounds at you with his lips puckered.

If it wasn't abundantly clear by his own feelings and theirs, he knows with complete confidence that you fit right into their dynamic now. In hindsight, there should have been none of those tense conversations shared between the four of them for those nights leading up to the day that would decide their fate, because it's turned out a thousand times better than he hoped.

"...I don't regret it, y'know. Not for a second." Your head lolls to the side to look over at him, and he manages to tear his gaze from the road to meet your eyes--like fiery cinders among the ashes of simmering coals. When it drifts, though, and he lets his sink downwards, he catches sight of something he never even knew you'd been carrying all by yourself.

Where your skirt's ridden up, he can spot what looks like a mostly-healed gash in your thigh. It runs from one side to the other and disappears where your skin meets the seat, still bright and painful-looking despite not being an open wound....if he didn't know better he'd think it was the mark of a demobat's tail wrapped round your leg, because that's exactly what it looks like. And he'd know better than anybody what that looks and feels like. You meet where he's looking with a tilt of your head, and move to pull your skirt down to cover it--but while making sure he moves his attention back to the dark road, he grabs your wrist before you can do it.

"It doesn't hurt, Steve." If he could see it, he'd be unnerved by your smile. It's definitely fake this time.

"I know. Not anymore, right?" He glances back one more time, bringing his hand off yours with haste once he realizes he's squeezing you too tight. But the way your smile lifts up your face this time, shifting from lips parted in awe to flicker up into an expression that makes his heart melt....it's better than when you put it all on for their sake. Way better.

"Right. Not anymore."

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One Word Interview

Pairing: Tobi Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual References like a lot, Fluff. That’s about it.

Word count: 8,000-9,000

https://youtu.be/kgiag4GKwF0

YouTube video link ^^^

A/n: sorry for my bad writing I hope you like this :) this is also a pretty long one as well so grab a snack and stay hydrated lol

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Your POV:

“Welcome, to another One Word Interview today i’m joined by four very special guests” Simon says to the camera gesturing to Me, Gee, Talia, and Freya.

“Eyy” Gee smiles to the camera. I chuckle, wiping my slightly sweaty hands on my black ripped skinny jeans. I couldn't help but feel nervous. I’ve been in a few Sidemen videos so i was sort of used to this but it was still anxiety inducing.

“Girlfriends” Simon finishes. Talia gives a sarcastic smile, putting her fist to her chin. I laugh pushing her shoulder a bit making her smile. Me and the rest of the girls are extremely close. I consider them my best friends.

“What?” Freya asks acting offended at his words. Simon purses his lips looking at all of us. At Simons face Talia starts laughing trying to keep her composure. “That’s rude” Freya chuckles when Talias head fly's back silently laughing, Simon also laughing at Freyas words.

I look over to Tobi who is laying down on the couch silently scrolling on his phone with a smile on his face. He lifts his head noticing that i was looking at him. He smiles a large genuine smile knowing that my anxiety was running a bit. “Oh my god” i mouth to him shaking my head slightly with a smile making him chuckle a bit. I chuckle as well looking back towards Simon.

“I am joking i’m joined with Gee” Simon says gesturing to Gee who makes herself know with a warm “Hi” throwing her hands up. Simon then looks to me “Y/N” he says pointing a hand at me. I smile to the camera saying “Hola” while giving a small wave. “Talia” he continues on before Talia introduces herself with a nice “Hello” slightly putting both her hands up. “And Freya” he finishes, her looking into the camera throwing an arm up saying “Hey”.

“All their links are in the description umm yeah, lets just, lets just start this” Simon says looking at his feet holding his phone in his hand already wanting it be over.

“I’m scared” gee says with a nervous smile on her face. Immediately I agree with her slightly gripping the arms of the chair I was currently sitting in. Looking over to Tobi I give him a small tight lipped smile. He gives me a reassuring look smiling at me.

A few nerves leave my body as I smile back at him pulling my hoodie sleeves down over my hands. I don’t know why Im so nervous but I am. I’ve always been like that. I was diagnosed with anxiety around the age of 13. So I had at least a little bit of anxiety during any situations that included more than just one person. I learned to find ways to distract myself from that anxiety. When I met Tobi he helped me through any anxiety attacks, paranoia and any overthinking I’ve had. I’m so grateful to have him.

“Let’s go with the big question first. Does size matter?” Simon asks us looking up from his phone with an interested look. Talia scrunches her face while I immediately answer “no”. Tobi looks at me with a smile knowing that was my true and honest answer.

Shortly after my answer Freya and Gee agree saying “no” as well. “Sure. Not” Talia says making me confused. Simons face has a surprised look maybe a little of worry showing through as well making me laugh. “No, I forgot it is a one word interview” Talia laughs while Freya and Gee both look very surprised at her first answer.

“Okay I haven’t explained. This is a one word interview” Simon remarks looking directly into the camera. “I did say that” he looks towards JJ. “Do you understand?” He asks looking back towards us mostly looking at Talia.

Talia hums in understanding while the rest of us nod. “Yeah” she says making sure the viewers and everyone else knew what she meant. “You sure?” Simon asks still looking at her.

Silence fills the room as Simon continues to stare at her waiting for her to answer. Gee points to Talia answering for her “yeah”. “Wait so they said size matters?” JJ asks Simon off camera with a puzzled yet slightly offended expression. “No they said size doesn’t matter” Simon tells JJ looking over to him.

“No” I repeat playing with my phone that is currently inside of my hoodie pocket. “Oh JJ, Cal, and Tobi are off screen” Simon clarifies as to why JJ was suddenly speaking during the video. JJ begins to talk while me and the others are chuckling. “Wait so if someone came through with a one inch” JJ stops waiting for our response.

If I’m being honest i wasn’t really to familiar with the whole sexual scene. I’m very much a virgin. I’ve only had a few boyfriends in my life and they weren’t like that. Mostly because they only lasted a few weeks. When I met Tobi it opened up many new things for me. We haven’t ‘done it’ yet but I’ll know when the time is right.

“Angles” Freya responds looking directly at him with one leg crossed over the other. “Angles?” JJ asks with a ‘really’ attitude. “Nice” I smile reaching over Talia to pat Freyas knee. She smiles back at me patting my hand before I lean back into my chair turning back to the guys.

“One word! I like that” Simon smiles pointing to Freya. “Yeah” she says with a smile on her face, proud of the word she chose. “All he is doing is penetrating your flap” JJ remarks making me go wide eyed.

Talia and I cringe at his sentence me being a little to embarrassed. I cover up one side of my face with my sleeve covered hand trying to hide my faint blush from the others. A few feet away I hear Tobi chuckle meaning he knows about my embarrassment.

“You need to stop” Simon says a huge smile on his face as he scrolls through his phone looking for another question. Everyone laughs at Simons words while JJ try’s to speak again. “No look” Simon exclaims pointing his index and middle finger at him slightly. “That made me die inside” Talia says pointing to herself with a sort of grossed out expression. “Agreed” I state still feeling the warmth in my cheeks.

“Virgin?” Freya says pointing at JJ slightly as a question more than a statement. I laugh holding my hand to my chest as everyone laughs along with me.

“You’ve all seen friends, I assume, a little bit?” Simon asks moving on to the next question. The girls agree while I sit there looking blankly at him.

If I’m being honest I’ve never watched it. I’ve heard about it and I’ve seen little clips but not enough to define anything.

“No” I say getting a few gasps from beside me and from the couch. “Okay well you can try your best” Simon says smiling at me. I nod my head as if saying ‘okay’. “Which one of the friends group are you?” Simon asks putting his phone down to look back at us.

“Phoebe” Freya answers right away nodding her head. “Why?” He asks wanting her to clarify. “Slow” she responds as Gee laughs at her reason. “Alright that’s a good answer” Simon chuckles looking to JJ then back to us. “Phoebe” Talia says looking towards the camera. “Why?” He asks wanting her to clarify as well. “Dramatic” she says making me nod.

She looks at me with a fake offended face before pushing me a bit while laughing. “Copied her answer still” Simon states looking towards me and Gee. I look to Gee silently telling her that she can go first. “Phoebe” she says nodding. “Okay” Simon nods signaling for her to continue on with her clarification. “Dumb” she laughs as Freya and her reach over me and Talia to high five. “I’ve got a sweaty hand” Gee says wiping her hand across her leg.

“Okay y/n?” Simon turns to me wanting my answer. I look at him with a blank face pointing over to Freya. “Freya” I say getting a few confused looks exchanged. “Elaborate please” Simon says sitting up a bit more. “Phoebe” I say not knowing anyone else. “Why?” Simon asks looking at me. “Slow” I clarify slightly feeling bad that I took Freyas answer. I just didn’t know what else to say. “Okay okay” Simon says scrolling through his phone once again. “I’m sorry I literally didn’t know who else to say” I chuckle nervously rubbing my legs.

“It’s true” Tobi chuckles replying to my reason as to why I chose Phoebe. I nod my head as everyone laughs. “What’s the most important thing in your life” Simon asks repositioning himself. “Happiness” Gee says putting her hands on either side of her face creating a ‘v’. I smile knowing that answer is true. “Aww” Simon exclaims moving his attention to me. “Phone” i smile getting a gasp from Tobi. He puts a hand on his chest in mock offense. Everyone laughs as I reach towards Tobi “kidding” I fake smile making everyone laugh more than they already were.

He smiles over to me as the laughter starts to die down. Simon turns to Talia now wanting her answer. “Talia?” Simon asks basically saying it her turn. “You?” She says definitely more as a question. “Music” she suddenly says with a straight face into the camera. I bust out laughing patting Gees knee a few times. “I was about to vom everywhere” Freya responds making me laugh a little more. “I was gonna say” Simon says looking at his phone with a smile.

My laughter dies down as I wipe the small stray tears that fell from my eyes. “She went with my music apparently” Simon says still looking at his phone. “Not your music” she says Freya and Gee laughing. “You said you. Music.” Simon responds very casually. Talia looks at him with an ‘are you dumb’ look on her face.

He moved on looking over to Freya. “Freya?”. “Family. I know that’s boring” Freya says in a sweet tone holding both her hands. “No that’s a good one” Talia says nodding her head.

“Who’s the best looking at of you?” Simon asks the next question getting a laugh from Talia, Gee and Freya. “Oh here we go” JJ says making Simon laugh. I answer immediately “them”. Freya, Talia, and Gee ‘aw’ while Simon looked at the camera with a weird look. “I don’t know if that counts” he says rubbing his chin. “Why not” I ask confusion written on my face. “I answered your question with one word. So it counts” I say crossing my arms giving him a small glare. Simon chuckles slight nervousness crossing his face. “We’re gonna move on cause I’m slightly afraid” Simon says making me laugh.

“Subjective” Freya says looking at Simon. Talia looks over to her in awe at how good her answer is. “Banger” she yells smacking her hands together. “That was good” i say nodding my head. To be honest, shes coming up with big words in her head that i wouldn't think of unless i read a dictionary. “Thank you” she replies in a proudful way.

“ok so you cant use that answer anymore” Simon says a look of disappointment on his face. “i dont know” Talia slightly whines moving her hand up while frowning. To be fair after Freyas word i dont think i would know either. Turning my head in Gees direction i see her writing in the air with a focused look on her face. “Gees doing maths” Simon says getting a laugh out of everyone in the room.

Finally coming up with a word Talia looks at Simon before saying “impossible”. Freya nods pointing at Talia. “Well-rounded” Gee starts before immediately throwing in that the word is hyphenated. If i was being honest i was a bit confused on what she meant. I sort of knew though.

“Did you just call them all fat?” Simon exaggerates looking at Gee in a ‘oh my god�� manner. We all laugh knowing that isn’t what she meant.

“No!” Gee says trying to make sure we knew she didn’t mean it like that. Lifting her arms up she starts to create an invisible circle with her arms. Blowing the action out of proportion Simon starts to yell “look! You see that?! She’s calling them fat again” he then starts to create a circle of his own with a smile on his face at the entertainment he’s now getting.

“Balanced” Gee smiles towards the camera continuing the circle with her arms. Freya immediately talks after her saying “curvy”. Nodding I smile liking the way she turned a hurtful word into something that is more positive.

Moving on to the next question Simon looks at his phone before speaking. “Ok so this one is just for Freya, Y/N, and Gee” he says as Freya takes a sip of her Starbucks drink.

“Oooh yes” Gee exclaims clapping. I slightly smirk to myself knowing that it’s obviously got something to do with the girl sitting next to me. Looking over to her she shows her disappointed demeanor knowing it’s about her. Freya then flips her off making me laugh at the situation.

Mentally preparing for the question I take a deep breath letting my shoulders relax a bit. “Out of me and Talia. Who is the settler?” He asks getting a laugh from Freya. “Neither” she responds leaning back into her chair. “Oh damn” Talia says in a small voice.

Simon looks around confused. “Judge, judge?” He asks looking in the direction of cal, JJ, and Tobi. Callux gets up joining Simon on camera before talking towards us instead of towards the camera. “I’m entering this part of the video to say that-” Callux starts before getting cut off by a laughing Simon.

“You just randomly popped up.” Everyone laughs thinking about what it would look like for the viewers when Simon posts the video. “To say that your making the vid boring” Callux finishes making Freya and Talia start busting out laughing. I chuckle to myself thinking about the answer I was gonna give. They want interesting I’ll give them interesting.

“We want some drama!” Both Lux and Simon say at the same time Simon being a bit more loud about it. “We want some argument!” Freya yells clapping her hands together.

“Talia” Gee says pointing her thumb in Talias direction. “Hm” Talia hums looking over towards Simon as if in a proudful way. Simon looks at us dumbfounded with a slightly angry look in his eye.

That alone makes me laugh at his expression. What can I say? It’s funny to me. I have a very dead sense of humor.

The rest of the girls laugh as Talia begins to speak “I’ve never heard someone say something so like uncomfortable. Talia.”

“Ok Y/n” Simon says gesturing for me to answer his original question. At first I had a good answer that was sure to start something, but me being me I completely forgot about my answer. “I don’t know” I slightly laugh knowing I’ll have to come up with something soon.

“That’s three words” Simon points up three fingers slightly moving them in the process. “Talia” I respond looking over to her silently saying sorry.

“Moving on” I say wanting the attention to be off of me and onto the next question.

“In life who is better - Chip or Zerka. You have to pick” Simon smiles looking between us and the guys off screen.

Talia and JJ start to talk at once JJ saying something that I couldn’t really hear over the loud talking and Talia saying “Do you see how I’m getting absolutely-” before Simon interrupts her saying “that is many words!”

Talia gets a bit defensive making me laugh. “I was talking to them!” She says in a fast voice pointing towards the camera a few feet away from us. “Many words!” Simon repeats laughing.

“Josh” Talia suddenly says gaining impressed “oohs” from around the room. Simon looks down at his phone very disappointed that he got outsmarted. I pat Talias knee as Gee reaches over me and gives Talia a high five.

JJ continues his ‘ohs’ but in a completely different way than the rest of us where. It honestly made me confused. “It didn’t answer my question!” Simon yells getting frustrated with the fact that we keep out smarting his questions.

I suddenly realize why JJ was still ohing when he yelled out “drama alert!”

We all look at him weirdly before Simon turns back to us after staring at JJ with the same expression as all of us.

Pointing his thumb towards him, Simon looks at us with the most serious face he could conjure up “I don’t think he knows chips first name is Josh.” JJs face gives it away that Simon is correct making everyone in the room start laughing. Freya puts her hands over her mouth saying “oh my god” as if in disbelief.

“That is why he is shouting drama alert” Simon laughs doubling over in his seated position. “Shit” JJ remarks slightly embarrassed. “I was like, that was the least drama answer” Simon continued shortly followed by Talia who yells “he’s like oh damn!!”

We all start to settle down a bit still chuckling from what just happened. “Did you really think his real name was chip?” Simon asks JJ turning to look at him. Seriousness written all over his face. “Surely not” Freya replied looking at JJ hoping he wasn’t thinking that.

“No I just didn’t know his real name, I just knew it was chip” JJ says, everyone looking at him dumbfounded. “What!!” Talia yells leaning forward in her chair. I was trying to hold back my laughter the entire time as I lowered my head knowing his embarrassment.

“Yeah?” JJ countered more as a question than a statement. Deciding to let it all go we all laugh it off a bit more before Simon asks the next question.

“What does ‘KSI’ stand for?” Simon asks looking up from his phone. Gee immediately responds with “easy” while Freya thinks of a way for us to respond. “Knowledge” Freya says before pointing to Talia. Talia gets the hint responding with “strength” before pointing into my direction. Deciding I had a better answer I pointed to Gee so that she could finish what was started “integrity.”

“Your too smart for this” Simon sighs pointing to Freya while leaning back. Freya nods while Talia agrees with her boyfriend “yeah what the hell is going on?”

“Can you not answer first?” He asks laughing to himself before looking back down to his phone. “She is banging” Talia exclaims to which Gee immediately says “I knew that one” while holding her arms out to her sides. (Like this 🤷🏻‍♀️)

After everyone’s calmed down Simon turns to me suddenly realizing that I didn’t give an answer. “Wait Y/n didn’t give an answer” he says gaining the attention from everyone else. I smile to myself liking the answer that I originally picked out to this question “money.”

Talia nods with a tight lipped smile while the others laugh. “True” JJ remarks with a small smile on his face while he’s scrolling through his phone. Simon looks at his phone again looking for another question to ask us. Deciding on the question he starts to read out loud “you go to one place in the world for the rest of your life, where would it be.”

“Warmth” Freya answers having to explain after seeing everyone’s confusion. “That means anywhere warm” she clarifies as I nod in slight agreement. “You may as well have just said cringe” Callux jumps in off camera. Freya bows her head making me feel slightly bad for her while Gee ‘ohs’ and Talia gives no one in particular the stink eye before saying “who invited him?”

I laugh pulling my leg up onto the chair in a more comfortable position. My knee currently resides a few inches away from my chin giving my head a great place to rest.

“Yo, we didn’t actually invite him. He just turned up” Simon says not knowing why he’s there either. It allows for entertainment though. “England” Talia says shrugging as if it’s the most obvious answer.

I’ve always wanted to visit different places of the world. I’ve always liked adventure because of the beautiful sites you can experience. “Umm” I start still thinking over my final answer. “Travel” I finish smiling to myself.

“Home” Gee follows gaining a few confused looks. “Twitch con” she clarifies Simon and Callux laughing the loudest while the rest of us silently chuckle.

Simon moves on to the next question scrolling through his phone for what feels like the thousandth time. “Out of the other three, who do you think is the best streamer?” Simon asks us waiting for our responses.

This question was a bit unfair considering the fact that I didn’t stream. Don’t get me wrong streaming seems cool and all, but it wasn’t really my thing. Of course I’d play a few games of fall guys, GTA, etc. with the sidemen and the girls but it wasn’t the sort of thing where I would play for a living. I was more of a art type of person.

“Me!” I yell raising my hand in a childlike way gaining the attention of everyone. Everyone laughs knowing I don’t stream. Gee nudges me making me laugh along with everyone else as I lower my arm. “Ok I can admit this question is unfair for you” Simon admits still laughing. I nod my head at him even though it doesn’t bother me.

“Gee” Freya says me and Talia quickly agreeing with her. I wouldn’t watch streams often but when I did watch one it was a lot of hers. Besides Tobi of course.

“What’s your answer? I will ask why” Simon asks Gee pointing his phone in her direction. “Gee” she responds pointing to herself. Feeling proud of her I pat her shoulder slightly shaking it. Confidence is something everyone struggles with so this is a great thing for her.

“Yes!” Freya claps feeling the exact same feeling I was. “Okay why?” Simon asks looking between all of us. “Experience” Freya starts Talia saying her answer straight after her “built.” The attention turns to me waiting for my answer as to why I chose Gee. “Entertaining” I say remembering the few streams I watched of hers that caught my attention.

“Winner” Gee says still pointing to herself as I bend down in my chair reaching for my water bottle that was currently standing next to my chair on the floor. “So you chose yourself cause winner?” Simon asks as if it’s the most confusing thing he heard.

“Award” Gee clarifies seeing his confused look. “Oh!” Freya realizes holding her drink in between her hands. “Student of the year” Talia says giving a bit more detail in Gees answer.

I remember getting student awards when I was in elementary school. Not gonna lie, one of my most proudest moments. I turn towards Gee placing my arm around her shoulders lightly squeezing her left shoulder as if I was her mom letting her know that I was proud of her.

I’ve always been known as the mom of the group. Making sure everyone has drunk water, eaten food, hasn’t gotten in trouble, etc. that’s just the type of person I was. I’m proud of myself for it because it allows people to trust me. Not in a manipulative way but in a friend way.

“What is Talias worst quality?” Simon moves on looking to us. He puts his phone up to his chin very interested in what we have to say about his girlfriend that was sitting pretty much right across from him.

Cal, JJ and Tobi all slightly sit up as well suddenly interested in this topic. “Particular” Freya starts her voice kind of hesitant. Gee laughs before saying “sassy.” I agree with her knowing that Talia can be a little much sometimes. We’ve been friends for awhile so I pretty much have seen a lot of her sassy moments.

“Sarcastic” I say giving a quick response. I look towards her nodding my head at her as if saying ‘yup you know it’s true’. She laughs shaking her head at me before Freya looks at Simon. “I want to change my answer” she says suddenly coming up with a better answer than her first one.

Simon nods before she continues with her change of word. “Impulsive” she says getting nods and words of agreement from everyone. “That’s not always a bad thing” Simon says to Freya her agreeing with him. “No but, you don’t understand” she says as I quickly agree with her remembering all of the impulsive decisions me and her have done together.

“What is Gees worst quality?” Simon asks us looking up once again. Shit. He’s gonna go through all of us. “Losing” Talia says making Gees face drop in confusion and offense. I thinks she might have said the first thing that popped up in her head. Everyone starts to laugh JJ having the loudest laugh out of all of us.

“A quick flashback” Simon starts pointing towards Gee “winner” he finishes everyone continuing to laugh. “She loses everything” Talia sort of clarified. I’m pretty sure she meant as in forgetting where things are but you could interpret it as failing at things. “Forgetful” I say trying to make sure they knew what Talia meant.

Gee and Talia both agree Talia looking at me as if saying thank you. “Forgetful, skatty, losing” Talia names out different words for what she means. Simons face suddenly goes a little frightened when he lets out a laugh “I thought you said sketty” he says everyone laughing at what he said.

“All I heard was sketty” Simon repeats this time emphasizing the word ‘sketty’ while nodding his head. “Boys it’s working” Simon cheers pumping his fist as he turns to look at the three boys off screen. JJ and Callux look extremely interested while Tobi smiles at the stupidity of a few of his best friends.

“And what’s Freyas worst quality?” He asks continuing on with his questions. “Scary” Talia says as if it was the easiest answer in the world. She said it rather quickly as well. She wasn’t wrong though. I chuckle putting my left hand into my hoodie pocket while my right hand loops around my leg holding it in its upward position.

“Bitch!” JJ suddenly yells gaining the attention of everybody. My eyes widen slightly as he starts to laugh. What the hell just happened. “Oi you just called her a bitch” Simon exclaims just as shocked as everyone else. “Ah nah nah nah” he says trying to play it off as if it wasn’t what he just said.

“You said bitch!” Simon laughs loving the current drama going on. “They can’t choose just one” Freya smiles making light out of the situation. Talia says “strong-minded” Simon shortly after repeating what she said as if he was re-saying it for the people that didn’t hear it the first time.

“Self-belief” Gee says sort of as a question pointing over me towards Freya. “Her worst quality is that a she has belief in herself” Simon comments knowing that’s not what she meant. These boys I swear. “No!” Gee exclaims Freya deciding to finish Gees word for her “lack of.” “Low” Gee also clarifies wanting to clear the situation as she gestures to the floor.

“Direct” I say Freya turning towards me with a sort of impressed look. Of course being direct isn’t a bad thing but sometimes she can be a little too direct. “That’s a good one” she agrees nodding in my direction. I smile at her before giving her a light thank you to which she nods back at me with a smile.

“Now what’s Y/ns worst quality” Simon asks, me getting a bit more nervous for their answers. I’m not gonna take what they say seriously because it’s just for the video and plus they’ve been my friends for a long time so if what they say is a really big issue then they would have stopped being friends with me a long time ago.

This question gains Tobis attention more than the ones about the others. He’s always been more protective over me considering my past and the hurt I’ve gone through. He sits up in his position immediately putting his phone down. He waits for everyone’s responses making sure to be open just in case he needs to yell or beat someone up.

I’ve always loved him for that. I look towards him giving him a big smile trying to make him feel better. I honestly was feeling fine about this question which is honestly surprising. He relaxes a bit noticing the reassuring smile on my face. He smiles back lightly sitting back still a bit on edge.

“Shy” Talia starts slightly pinching my elbow making me slightly jump at the sudden touch. We both laugh at my reaction. I nod knowing my shyness can get a bit annoying. Even to me. “Indecisive” Freya responds crossing her arms giving me a small glare. I laugh thinking back to the night before when I couldn’t decide where to go out to eat. “Ok look I’m a picky eater I didn’t know what to do” I said laughing at her.

She laughs as well uncrossing her arms. Tobis figure seems to relax more once he sees that I can handle my own and that their words weren’t that bad. Gee goes last saying the one word I agreed with the most “stubborn.” “All very true” I smile looking at the camera.

I once again turn towards Tobi seeing his body now in the same position it was before when he was laying down. I smile at him getting a smile back before turning back to Simon that was searching his phone again.

“What’s my worst quality?” Simon asks us girls already knowing the big word. “Feet” Gee suddenly says pointing downwards at his feet that currently did not have socks or shoes on. We laugh at his slightly offended face when he suddenly speaks up trying to defend them “they are not bad!”

He then lifts his leg shoving his foot up to the camera lens showing off his bare foot to anyone that’s gonna watch this video when it’s posted. Talia cringes as everyone else laughs at his actions.

“Wait.” I start before taking a small pause. “Your showing your feet for free?” I ask in a shocking yet funny way making my face as serious as possible. Loud laughs start to come from everyone in the room as Simon lowers his leg laughing as well. “Oh my god Y/n” he laughs massaging his forehead with his fingers.

“I just covered Freya” Simon says motioning to the camera. Freya laughs shaking her head. “I think we can all say it at the same time” Talia comments looking between Freya, Gee and I. Nodding to each other we all collectively say “stubborn” while Gee agrees with us by saying “yup.”

“Come on Gee” Simon says with disapproval on his face. “What?” She asks scrunching her brows a bit in confusion. “You were meant to stick with feet” he comments pointing towards his feet again. “Yeah feet” Gee agrees pointing to his feet as well.

Remembering I had a fidget ring on my left middle finger I start to mess around with it making some of the anxiety still in my body leave.

“Recently Callux went and sold Harry’s bath water” Simon darts before pausing to look at the camera. Wow this is such a great start to a question.

“It’s on his channel” he stops keeping his eyes on the camera for a quick few seconds. His attention turns back to his phone as he reads off the next question. “How much would I have to pay you to drink that bath water?” He asks Callux quickly intervening saying “he rubbed his balls and stuff as well.”

I don’t know why he felt the need to add that detail. It didn’t make the situation better in any way. My nose scrunches in disgust at the thought. God I did not want to think of that. Although it’s disgusting, money is money. I’d drink it even for a hundred dollars. Hear me out, I know that’s gross but think about it. It’s just a drink. Once it’s in your stomach it’s just gonna come out of you anyway. I don’t really see a big deal in it.

Talia makes a face that says ‘absolutely not’ while Simon laughs. “Like proper like” Callux finishes trying to make it known. “If that doesn’t sell you I don’t know what will” Simon comments on Cals words making me laugh. “What is this an auction” I ask throwing my arms in the air.

Simon laughs pointing a finger gun at the camera making me cringe. “It’s not bad” Freya starts. “A hundred” she finishes shrugging casually. “Freya!” Gee yells sitting up in her seat as Talia tries to get her to change her mind. “It’s not like it’s gonna stay in your body. It’s gonna come out eventually so I don’t really see the big issue” I say sticking up for what Freya said. Talia looks at me with disgust in her eyes. “Not you too” she gags looking back to Simon.

I shrug still trying to think of a price. “Shut up” Gee says trying to get us to stop. “Yeah Freya nods still not seeing the big deal. “She said a hundred” Simon points slightly up in an alarmed way. “A hundred quid?” JJ asks off screen trying to make sure she didn’t actually mean a hundred.

Tobi looks at me slightly alarmed as well a frown etching across his mouth showing his dissatisfaction. I laugh at him shoving my head behind my leg that is still up on my chair.

“There was stuff in there!” Talia yells trying to reason with Freya. “I don’t think it’s that deep” Freya says me agreeing with her statement. Gee snaps her fingers in Freya direction as Callux starts to speak.

“It was probably about that level” he says creating a level with his hands. I laugh at him realizing that he thought she meant the level of the bath water. “That’s just gross man” Tobi comments shaking his head. “Ya I agree but like Freya said it’s not that deep” I say trying to get people to understand me and Freyas side of the story. Freya points towards me nodding her head.

“I’m changing my Freya and Y/ns worst quality answers” Talia says earning a laugh from everyone. “Mad tings” JJ says honeslty shocked but still laughing. “Callux is about to have a follow up video” Simon laughs picturing it in his head. “Million” Talia says.

“I don’t think it’s that deep” Freya says getting a ‘really’ look back from Simon. “That is just ridiculous” Freya says not thinking it’s a big deal. “How much to drink Josh’s piss?” JJ asks obviously trying to prove a point. My mouth forms an ‘o’ at the gross comment.

“Bro that’s so different than bath water” Tobi counters sitting a little bit more up. Gee laughs while Talia shakes her head moving her hand side to side under her chin.

“Complelty different” Freya says Talia saying “nothing” right after basically saying that they don’t even compare. “What’s different? It is pretty much the same thing?” JJ says honestly confused. “It’s not” Talia says sorta annoyed.

“Jj piss and bath water are two very different things” I say my face showing disgust. I continue to mess with my ring out of habit. “One word! One word” Simon yells holding an arm up. “Harry probably peed in there” JJ says sitting up from laying down trying to continue his point.

“What do you do in your bath?” Talia yells honestly grossed out. “One word! One word!” Simon laughs pointing a finger at Talia. “20k” Freya says not really knowing an answer.

“Okay” Simon says looking up from his phone. “I’m the only one that saw it. You need to see that before you make your prices” Talia says disgusted slightly sitting back in her chair. “A million?” Simon asks Talia who answers back “a million” frowning in disgust.

“10k” I say going for something reasonable but not easy. “10k” gee says nodding and pointing to Freya. Moving onto the next question Simon continues. “You walk into a bedroom and you see vikstar naked” he finishes looking up for our answers.

Without a second thought I quickly respond with “leave” getting a laugh from Tobi which makes me smile. “Lucky” Freya says making Simon confused. Talia and Gee laugh. “Okay?” Simon says more as a question.

“Joke. Joke” Freya says looking into the camera. Talia says something but I don’t really know what she said becuase Freya quickly asks “why?”

“It’s his bedroom you walk into viks bedroom and he’s there naked and it’s completely just.” Simon finishes pointing his hand to the floor.

“Leave” I repeat shrugging my shoulders. “You’d just leave?” Simon asks. “Well yeah” I say pointing to tobi. “Not only I have a boyfriend but I also don’t want to see genitals of another person” I say trying not to sound mean. Simon laughs nodding his head.

“Fair play” JJ sighs scrolling on his phone. “Hey, I would just say hey” Freya says making everyone chuckle. “Hey? Vikstar is standing naked in front of you and you just go hey” Simon says casually saying ‘hey’ while shrugging his shoulders.

“Ayo what’s wrong with vik?” JJ asks as if we said he’s gross. “I’m not dating vik” Talia says. Pointing to her I agree. “He’s a good looking guy right?” JJ asks.

In the corner of my eye while JJs talking I see Freya stick up her pinky finger wiggling it around. I point to her and laugh throwing my head back in the process.

“Did you?” Simon asks his sentence falling out. “Wait bro. Bro. What?!” JJ exclaims making me laugh harder. Freya tried to play it off by asking “what.” Gee and Talia are confused while Simon is shocked.

I’m laughing my ass off. Thats shit was to funny. “Woah! Zoom in on that” JJ says looking to the camera. Tobis eyes are wide not knowing what he just saw Callux having the same expression as Simon. “Joke!” Freya says laughing afterwards.

I finally calm down rubbing my face with my hoodie sleeve. Well if I’m being honest it’s Tobis hoodie that I stole. “You’re not in the scenario, she just walked in” Simon chuckles to jj pointing to us. “What is your reaction” Simon asks wanting everyone else’s answers.

Talia starts by saying “oops” and Gee follows saying “fair” raising her arms in a duh manner. “I mean yeah, you’d be like mm, fair I’d supposed I’d just walk into your room” Talia says. Simon looks at his phone again searching for another question.

“Describe yourselves in one word” Simon says looking at us. Gee starts by saying “bubbly.” I go next saying “anxious” because it’s the truth. Talia says “irritating” in a serious tone making Gee “oh”. “Annoying” Freya says nodding at her answer.

That round went rather quickly. “Who has the most feminine boyfriend?” He asks looking up from the question. “Oh Gee” Talia says laughing. Gee nods accepting fate. “Me” she confidently says making me laugh.

He doesn’t even need me and Freyas answers to the question so he moves on. Suddenly JJ sits up into frame next to Simon making my anxiety rise. Oh fuck here we go. “We got one from the audience” Simon pauses as all of us girls groan knowing it’s gonna be some bullshit question.

“This may not make it in” Simon laughs. “Whose farts would you smell among all of you” JJ asks looking at his phone. Gee quickly answers “Freya” while Talia shrugs saying “my own. Me.” I agree with her which makes Gee “oh.” She didn’t think about herself.

Everyone laughs knowing she didn’t realize. “Gees” Freya says placing a heart warming hand to her heart making Gee “yay” while clapping. “If you could smash one of the other boyfriends, who would it be?” Callux asks now coming into frame where JJ just was.

“No” Talia says while he’s speaking then again after he’s done. “Just saying there’s a top link up for grabs” Simon says clearing his throat then laughing. Freya looks at me, Talia, and Gee.

“Yeah we already know” Talia and Freya say at the same time making us girls start laughing. Simon turns to JJ slightly worried. “They already know” Simon tells JJ who says “oh god” back. We continue laughing before Talia speaks “no one obviously.”

She brushes her hair out of her face seriousness lacing her tone. “No one” Freya agrees looking back at the couch. “I don’t like how girls talk” Simon says getting a laugh from JJ. Suddenly a risky idea pops up into my head causing a smile to form on my face. “Simon” I say very calmly knowing that there’s a catch.

Everyone looks at me shocked while I just smirk at the camera. I turn to Tobi seeing his facial expression show hurt and shock. I’ve never seen him like that. I couldn’t help but immediately feel bad.

Before anyone starts to actually believe what I said I clarify my answer. “I bet I could smash him in super smash bros” I say immediately hearing everyone’s relieved laughter. Tobi still looks shocked but relieved. He gets up from the couch and walks to the camera so that he’s on screen.

“I don’t know what just happened but it scared the shit out of me” he tells the camera making me laugh out of pity. “Sorry babe” I apologize pouting my lip out a bit. He goes back and sits down everyone’s laughter slowly going down. “That was good” Callux says patting Tobis shoulder who gives him a small glare before chuckling a bit himself. “Next question” Freya says smiling very wide.

“Ah ah I’ve got a good one” JJ says sitting up in frame again. “No” Talia says drawing out the ‘o’. “Oh my god. You see him just jump into shot.” Simon smiles looking at his phone JJ out of frame again. “Who would you snogg out of all of you?” JJ asks making me cringe at his words. What is with him and the weird questions?

Heat slightly rises to my cheeks making them a very light pink. “Pervert” Freya says pointing to JJ. Everyone laughs Me, Gee and Talia all agree on choosing Freya. “Prove it” JJ says laughing at his own comment. “Ok!” Talia yells getting a laugh from me.

“Ok ok you were right pervert!” Simon yells pointing an accusing finger at JJ. He laughs shoving Simons shoulder so that he’s slightly falling into the couch a bit. “Talia” Freya says making me nod. “Wow” Simon says looking at me and Gee.

“I don’t care” I say Gee agreeing with me. “If the worlds gonna end in Five minutes, what would you do?” Simon asks looking away from his phone. “I would just get naked and just go like run around. I obviously would” Freya says JJ shortly after saying “what?” “Join” gee says pointing to Freya.

“I was about to say join in” Talia says nodding. “So you’re saying if the world was gonna end in five minutes you were sat doing this interview you’d just get naked?” Simon clarifies trying to make sure that’s what they meant. “Yeah” Freya says. “Josh you hear that?” Simon says looking into the camera with a smile plastered on his face.

“We’re gonna die” Freya explains as Simon dead stares the camera. “Y/n?” He asks. “Love” I say knowing I’ll need to clarify. Simon looks at me confused which gives me the word that I do need to explain. “Tell everyone I love them” I explain getting a few ‘ohs’ of realization. “That’s sweet” Gee says patting my knee.

I nod putting my hood up on my head. I pick at the rips in my jeans slightly nervous still. My anxiety was a bit high today and I didn’t really know why. I lean my head on my knee waiting for the next question. “What’s your favorite type of porn” Simon asks casually. My face gets even hotter turning my cheeks red.

Like I said before. I’m not the sexual type of person. Anytime it’s brought up I get extremely nervous and embarrassed. It’s just a reaction I have. Don’t get me wrong I do have a sex drive just like everyone else, but I don’t necessarily feel the need to have sex.

“Oh my god” I mumble pulling the strings to my hoodie so my face is covered. “Hardcore” Talia says naturally Gee following with “lesbian” and Freya confidently saying “massage.” They all chuckle at the speed of their answers. “Woah” JJ says not expecting the quick response.

“These were rapid” lux comments. Still haven’t given an answer I look through my hoodie seeing everyone’s eyes on me. “I hate this” I nervously laugh seeing Tobi staring directly at me. I can tell he’s interested in what I have to say.

It was getting to the point in our relationship that I fealt comfortable enough for him to know these things. Maybe I was even ready to give him everything I have to offer.

A sudden surge of confidence hits me making me undo the strings of the hood. “f/p/t” I say slightly smirking in Tobis direction knowing he’ll get some sort of kick out of this. “Ooh!” JJ says making me laugh slightly. “We haven’t had an answer quicker than that” Simon says as me and the girls hide our faces.

I look up to see Tobi smirking back at me with a small look of surprise hidden in his eyes. I slyly wink at him making sure that no one else saw but him. He looks away from me a small pink tint making its way to his face. JJ laughs shaking Tobis shoulder who laughs with him. “Hardcore. Fam?” JJ asks fist bumping Simon. “Damn!”.

“Did you just fist bump?” Talia starts before turning serious “dad I’m sorry” she says laughing. “Damn!” JJ says again a bit louder this time.

I look up from my knee seeing him get up into frame again. Oh no. I sigh shaking my head. “Favorite position?” JJ asks silence filling the room for a bit. “Cowgirl.. reverse” Freya says Callux high-fiving her. “I’ll see you there” he says making everyone laugh and Freya hide her face.

“Cant wait to watch” Jj says making me groan in discomfort. Gross. “Doggy. I don’t know” Gee laughs Talia agreeing. They look at me to which I answer with a confidence I never thought I would have. “f/p.”

“Ayy!” JJ says patting Simon and Tobi on the back. Tobi swats his hand away smirking while Simon bends over embarrassed. “This isn’t fair for us” Talia says pointing to me and her, me quickly agreeing. “Ayy!” JJ says louder as Simon looks pink in the face.

“Hardcore doggy yeah” JJ says making everyone laugh and Talia now being the one embarrassed. Gee fans her face while everyone tried to control themselves. “Well that was a ridiculously intimate um.. one word interview-”.

“Yeah” gee cuts him off before he continues.“As I said, all four links are in the description down below” Simon says Gee putting an arm around me making me smile. “Ay yo- ay yo! Fam wassup man?” JJ, Callux, and Tobi complain.

“Alright um well their links are much higher up then if you scroll quite a bit down theres another three links down there you can check out” Simon says as JJ, Callux and Tobi high-five in achievement.

“Umm.. thanks for being in this” he says making me laugh. “They weren’t even supposed to be here” he points to the other guys. “Thanks for watching. Peace” Simon says saluting the camera.

Letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding I get up from my seat walking over to Tobi. Who’s happily looking up at me from the couch. He’s currently laying on the couch like he has been the entire video. I immediately place myself next to him, cuddling into him.

He laughs chest vibrating against my body as I lean more into his side. He kisses the top of my head wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders. “No PDA” Simon yells laughing after he says it.

“Shut the hell up Simon” I groan as everyone in the room laughs. “I’m exhausted” I whine looking up at Tobi who was already looking down at me with a smile gracing his lips. “Just relax” he says pulling me closer to him.

I start to relax in his touch when I feel his head get closer to my ear his breath fanning over my face causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“We’ll talk about those two answers later” he says making sure his voice is in a seductive yet calm tone. I blush shoving my head more into his chest making him chuckle.

God I love this man.

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A/n: I hope anyone that read this enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it. It took me a long time to get this written and published. Luckily I had a snow day at school today so that I could easily finish it. Thank you and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

If anyone has a request for an imagine or head cannon etc. please contact me about it :)

#tobi brown #fanfiction #youtube #sidemen #imagine

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sapphicwhimsy · 15 days

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i am like a poor victorian child on the streets with a cup asking for crumbs of your au? perhaps? :)

first off, thank you for this ask. it made me laugh. SECONDLY. OH BOY. YOU ARE GETTING MORE THAN CRUMBS

SO. the premise is, after nearly twelve years of the rift being closed, those on empires awake one morning to find their world slowly starting to fall apart. placed blocks don't always place at first, and then at all. they rubberband around when trying to walk. holes appear in the ground, straight to the void below. entire chunks disappear, or reset to their natural state. magic is faulty, not always working, or causing frequent misfires. food no longer grows properly, and the sun and moon move slower through the sky. it's a gradual change, but the magic can be felt in the air, slowly charging as things get stronger. as things get worse.

Shelby, being the resident witch and having fought to become supreme witch not that long before, is the first to figure it out. the rift has reopened, and has begun to destabilize their reality. it quickly becomes a race to save their universe, as it's slowly ripped apart and taken from them. slowly destroyed before their eyes, while they try everything to save it. gem, being the resident universe hopper, is recruited in Shelby's attempts to save their home in their race against time.

on the Hermitcraft side of the rift, nothing really has changed. there's no destabilization. the rift is open, but they cannot enter it, not that any would want to after gem tells them how badly the other side is affected. they pool together to try and save the linked server... while also preparing for the worse, in case it can't be saved. they'll readily accept them as refugees, though everyone hopes it won't come to that.

synopsis out of the way. I do wanna write something for it. it would absolutely be a multi POV story, one that changes every chapter. since it would take place after witchcraft smp, it'll be tons of fun to explore how things have changed in the decade between the finales and when the story takes place.

i do have a lot planned out already cause I've been sitting on this for at least a month now. gempearl is a given, along with nature wives. they're the main four in the story, which is probably not surprising at all lol.

if you want specifics PLEASE feel free to ask because I am BREWING things up. I won't spoil the plot BUT I am so down to talk about where I think everyone will be after the decade.

#whimsy whistles #gempearl #nature wives #pearlgem #ask #anonymous

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whinlatter · 8 months

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reading | listening | writing | summer '23

sulking in bed with tonsillitis - never had it before, thought i was built different, crushed to discover i am, in fact, built the same (sickly). so thought was overdue a share of some of the fics i have loved that i've read these past few months (even though my TBR remains colossal), as well as some tune/travel updates, a lil writing check in, and a lil sneak peek of chapter eight of Beasts because the ex boyfriends are back, baby!!!

Reading

Bookbinding by @saintsenara (Myrtle/Tom Riddle, AU, 35k, multi-chapter, completed)

look. this is how it's going to go. i'm going to say myrtle/tom riddle AU, you're going to say 'are you right in the head you're a canon compliant girlie kindly get a grip on yourself'. but then you're going to click the link, and read it, and then you'll be chuckling and filled with boundless delight and want to read this stonkingly well-written properly funny rich magical little fic all over again as soon as you've finished and you'll have me to thank for it. it's a rom-com, people. dare you not to be enchanted. their ship name is literally tyrtle? the tag is 'she said: I can fix him! and she's right'. (and then you're going to read this hinny one, also by @saintsenara as a gift to me as a delectable chaser and lose your mind!)

everything i am is yours by @brightlybound (Hinny, AU, 4k, oneshot)

remember when i was like, AUs, not my bag! and then i read a load of AUs and realised i was talking out of my arse? weird. anyway, here is a lovely little hinny AU that i've gone back to a bunch because it's just really beautifully written and deeply charming and actually does something a lot of muggle AUs don't always do, which is play with harry's characterisation ever so deftly to say, hey, harry is harry, but if nothing bad had happened to him and james and lily lived, he'd be a little bit different, wouldn't he? this harry is our harry, but he's just that bit more confident, that bit more capable of digging an active flirt out of his back pocket. and that makes me happy!

The Last Something That Meant Anything by anonymous (Percy POV, Percy/Audrey and Percy/Oliver, short multichapter, 21k, completed)

i have a lot of percy thoughts these days. fanon percy, steeped in weasley bashing, doesn't do very much for me, so i really loved this belter of a percy character study that considers him both within and apart from his family in a way that attends to his trauma and inner life, but also shows the truth: he's not doing well, he does fuck up with a big moral lapse, and then he has work to do - interesting, deep, personal work - to make it right. please check the tags with this one, as it does contain reference to SA, but really do recommend a read if you feel able.

haunted mansion by @bronzeagepizzeria (Sirius-POV, 1.5k, oneshot)

this brilliant short fic really left me with so many sirius feelings: it just gets the claustrophobia and the grief of sirius' last year alive exactly right, and it just has these fabulous cameos that have detonated a thousand deep sirius thought bombs in my head forever. l o v e d it

perpendicular by akissinacrisis (Hinny, AU, 4.5k, oneshot)

harry/ginny AU, where harry goes to stonewall high and meets ginny at a party. it's so tender and beautiful and stiff and sad and understated, and it's really stayed with me. also it does what all good hinny fics must do (have them chatting. just talking, hanging out, shooting the shit together. they just love to chat, those two lil magnets snapping to each other).

empire builders by she-crow (Prongsfoot, possibly canon-compliant but technically AU I guess, 25k oneshot)

i read this laid out beside a lake and needed at least four more days of lying by a lake to think about it. it's a) one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read b) rip your heart out and staple it heart-wrenching and good and c) some of the best sirius and james characterisations i've read that really serves as a manifesto for playing around with marauders multiships to really different characters in such different lights. the other beauty of it is that it could be canon-compliant? like it could be read as a fabulous doomed tragic love affair between two boys completely infatuated with each other and not sure where to put it. and i think that's kind of gorgeous. so yeah uhh big fan

Notes from the Ravenclaw Bulletin Board by lostrobin (Gen, 11k, completed)

this is a fic told through (very funny) little notes on the ravenclaw bulletin board. been thinking a lot about different house dynamics atm and this a) made me laugh out loud and b) really think, you know who is really sound? those ravenclaw kids. love those bookworms. the crookshanks and fred and george cameos really make this, too. you'll zip through it and you'll giggle. there's nothing more to it!

Listening (while out and about)

i went outside and it looked like this (i like lakes):

and i listened to things like this:

pink light by muna (saw em live, lost my mind!) | space invader by the national (anthemic) | mountain by the joy (they're too good) | the greater wings (album) by julie byrne (literally stunning) | gorilla by lil simz (best beanie man sample of all time?)

Writing

other than this birthday microfic for mr potter, a bit of tinkering and dawdling with other misc projects that i pick up and put down over and over again, and my usual meta nonsense, i've just been writing Beasts! put four chapters out since last check-in, and am hard at work on chapter eight, which has some of my favourite scenes in the fic so far. we're gearing up for some chapters away from the castle (writing the winter break chapters in august. what am i like!) and some scenes i've been sat on for ages and some others that i'm having so so so much fun writing. i'm a michael corner stan now? who knew?

She lugs the trunk off the bus at the final stop and traipses around the warren of streets in Soho for a while, looking for the address written on the piece of parchment clutched in her hand. Finally, she finds the building, battered door with the doorbell hanging half off, and stands awkwardly in the street, catching her breath, until the machine crackles and a familiar deep voice says: ‘Hello?’ 'Hi, it’s me.’ She clears her throat. ‘It’s Ginny, I mean.’ ‘Oh, hi. Come on up.’ The hallway has an unmistakably damp, squat-like feel about it. Loud laughter spills out of the flat on the first floor, and a group of uni students, squabbling amicably among themselves, parade past her on the second floor staircase as she rings the doorbell and loiters in the corridor, feeling hopelessly out of place. ‘Your hair’s so nice!’ one girl with thick black boots and a face full of piercings says admiringly as she passes by, just as the door to the flat swings open. ‘Oh, good, you found it. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to.’ ‘Why wouldn’t I be able to?’ Michael rolls his eyes. ‘You know, Ginny, seen as it's Christmas, maybe we could try not to argue before you’ve even set foot in my flat.'

okay, one more 🕺

THE BOYS OF 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE INVITE YOU TO THE NEW YEAR’S PARTY OF THE CENTURY Eight til late, BYOB because we’re skint THE THEME: ‘MUGGLE MAGIC’ (BRING OUT THE MUGGLE IN YOU - BECAUSE MUGGLES ARE MAGIC, TOO!)

#fic rec #writing #beasts #and other things #god these fics are all so fucking good #i wish i could read them for the first time again #but i will have to settle for the nineteenth time each #sometimes life comes at you fast #and by life i mean 'accidentally becoming a michael corner stan'#did someone say lovable grouch on a hero arc #(it's me. i said that)#hinny #prongsfoot #percy/oliver wood

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ashtheketchum · 4 months

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Patrick Hockstetter X fem.Reader

A/N: I've always had a crush on Patrick xD But just the movie version… I read the book and in the book Patrick just scared me. But somehow I also find him cooler in the book… Summary: You are Ben's sister and you want to pick him up from school. But before school you see that he is being teased and insulted by Henry and his friends. You can't look at it and get involved.

Warning: FEM.Reader!, OS, Bullie, Ben is your younger brother, older Reader younger Patrick, Insults, Movie Patrick

HERE PART 2 HERE PART 3 ____________________

POV (Y/N):

Mom had asked me to pick up Ben from school and look after him. Lately he always came home with dirty or torn clothes, but he always said that he had tripped. I didn't like these excuses and I didn't believe him either. Ben was very smart and wouldn't fall over all the time. At least not if someone didn't push him.

So I went to pick up Ben and put on my jacket. It was already getting colder in Derry, autumn was slowly coming. But this didn't stop me from picking up my little brother from school. I didn't have to go to school anymore. I had a well-paying job, but I was still living with Ben and Mom until I found my own apartment. And everything was fine between us. I was lucky not to have gone to that middle school, but Ben was unlucky. I kind of felt sorry for him, but he had told me that he had made new friends to hang out with him.

When I arrived at the school I looked around a bit. The schoolyard was still empty, so school probably wasn't out yet. Just as I was thinking this, the bell rang and the doors to the school were flung open. Hundreds, if not thousands, of children ran out and it was hard for me to see where Ben was. But after a minute I found him directly and I walked towards him smiling. Before I could even wave, I saw four guys walking up to him and pushing him around. Ben's friends weren't around him at the moment and I briefly watched as these four boys pushed him around. There was a medium-sized guy with a mullet, a long, slim guy with black hair, a smaller guy with blonde, almost white, hair and a guy who wore a cap and was a little wider than the other three.

They pushed Ben around and called him fat or a tit. This sight caused anger to build up in me and I walked towards the four boys who were pulling up my little brother's shirt. The boy with black hair was pulling on Ben's arm when I punched him in the face. Everyone remained silent in shock. Also the children who just passed us. "(Y/N)!?" Ben cried out in shock. Hissing, I looked at the other three, who just looked at me in shock and anger. The boy with black hair stood up and grinned widely. A soft chuckle escaped his lips and he stood in front of me. He was significantly taller than me and seemed more threatening than I initially thought. “Tit… who is that? Do you have any friends besides these losers?”

The question, from the slim guy, made me growl. I tensed my hands together, which I had clenched into fists. I was so angry, I thought my head would explode for a moment. "I'm his big sister! And if I hear or see how you treat my little brother again, I'll rip your asses off!" I shouted loudly to them. The children around us were murmuring and whispering to each other. The slim guy, on the other hand, looked at me in surprise for a moment, but then smiled at his friends. One of his friends put his hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him. It was the boy with the mullet. "Are you disabled, you stupid bitch!?" He was probably about to punch me in the face, but the black-haired guy stopped him by putting his big hand on the other guy's. "Henry, wait a minute…"

I slapped Henry's hand away and looked back at the black-haired man, who just grinned at me curiously. Ben ran to my side and took my hand. Apparently he wanted to pull me away, but nothing was stopping me at the moment. I wanted to punch him in the face again. "You're really cheeky, little one…" The slim guy started. "We'll leave him alone… we don't want you to explode…" He patted my head briefly before moving away, along with his friends. Swallowing hard, I watched them go.

"Ben… who are these guys? And why are they doing this to you?” "… it's Henry Bowers and his gang… they're just doing it because I'm fat…" Panting, I looked at my little brother. Ok, he really wasn't skinny, but that wasn't a reason to bully someone. "And who was the black-haired one?" "You mean Patrick…? Oh man, I'm relieved and surprised that he didn't kill you…" I looked at Ben in shock. What had this Patrick done that everyone here probably thought he was going to kill me? Or had he even done something like this before? I didn't know it, but I didn't like this Patrick at all. PoV Patrick:

I sat in Belch's car with the others and we drove through the city. We threw eggs or flour at a few and insulted a few people before driving to a cliff. We threw down a few stones and watched them fall into nothingness. But suddenly Henry punched me in the shoulder, his expression was just angry. "Patrick, what was this shit!?" "I don't know what you're talking about…" My voice, which I made sound slightly playful and innocent, made him boil. I could see his face turning red, so I chuckled reassuringly and swayed slightly. "Calm down, Henry!… I'll take care of the little one… let's just play light pranks on the little fat guy… I want to have a little fun with her…" I had to grin at the thought of what I could do to her.

#patrick hockstetter #patrick hocksetter x reader #it #owen teague #henry bowers #bowers gang #it chapter one #it movie

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bords4life · 2 years

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Hey guys!! This is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted so bare with me. Also if anyone knows of a good title let me know, I plan on continuing this story but I did start it over the summer so who knows

Y/N’s POV

Today was the first day that I have seen Trevor in months. It was the end of term and he finally came back to michigan. Doing long distance is very hard especially when you can’t miss someone publicly. Our entire relationship is a secret even to our closest friends, at first it was because of my brothers and Trevor being close with them all. However lately it seems as if there is another reason, I wanted to tell my brothers but Trevor kept saying I can’t.

Trevor lay passed out curled up next to me as his phone went off. Thinking it was his mom or one of the boys I checked it.

Em <3: Hey babe have you landed? Are you sure you don’t want me to come and meet your friends? It’s been four months and I think it’s time. I already met your family.

My heart dropped, I felt as if my heart had been ripped out and stomped on just to be placed back in. All this time he didn’t want to go public because he basically went public with her. Do my brother’s know about her? Even though we’re not out to our friends, everyone basically knows. The way we are around each other it is hard to miss, both our moms have already caught on. His family met her!

I decided I couldn’t be there anymore, however we were at my apartment so I decided I just needed to go out and get some air. I left Trevor a note in case he woke up before I got back.

“Went for a drive, be back soon <3”

It started pouring rain twenty minutes into my drive which went perfectly with my tears, deciding it wasn’t safe for me to drive. I went to the one place I knew I’d feel safe.

Thomas’s POV

It was around nine when I heard a knock on the door, running down the stairs I opened the door to see y/n standing there in the pouring rain with her makeup running down her face.

“Y/N what happened?? Come inside before you catch a cold.” I pulled her inside, and dragged her upstairs to get her into some warm clothes. Once she changed she sat down on my bed, she hadn’t said a word back yet.

“He cheated. Two years meant nothing. He has been with her for at least four months.” I am shocked, I don’t know what to say. I sorta just stared back at her.

“He fell asleep and she texted him. That’s how I found out. She met his family, and he most likely told all the guys about her. My brother’s probably know.” Okay so her secret boyfriend is someone we know??

“Y/N who? I will beat him up right now.” I am getting pissed off at the thought of someone I know hurting her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything if I tell you, please Thom” she pleaded with me.

Y/N’s POV

“I promise” Thomas told me, looking me dead in the eyes.

“Trevor. I have been dating Trevor for the last two years.” I told him and looked away, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes.

“That piece of f*cking sh*t, where is he right now?” Thom looked at me before speaking again.

“Mon amour-” Thomas grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

“I am here for you for whatever you need. Does he know you know?”

“No he doesn’t, I was in shock and I am still hoping it was all a lie. I don’t understand how he could throw us away so easily.” I started sobbing again, Thom pulled me into his chest and we fell asleep like that.

*Next morning*

I woke up to an empty bed looking for Trevor, seeing Thom’s familiar room I remember last night was not a dream. I reached over and grabbed my phone, seeing twelve missed texts from Trevor and five missed calls. I can’t hear his voice right now so I just sent a quick text back.

“I’m fine. I am at Thom’s, I will be home later.” I send, not giving much detail as to why I am where I am. I turned my phone off not wanting to see his reply.

I get up out of bed hearing Thom’s and the other guy’s voices, I head downstairs and see Thom, Brendan, Mackie, Matty, Owen, and Kent. Thank god Luke is not here, because I know I look like I have been crying.

Thomas noticed me walking down the stairs, he got up and came towards me giving me a hug.

“I have an idea, follow my lead.” He whispered into my ear.

The boys all said hi to me, not questioning why I was over or in Thom’s clothes. Besides the idea of my boyfriend being Trevor, Thomas’s name gets thrown around a lot by the umich boys.

“Yo matty do you know someone named Emma?” Thom asked Matty, he is somewhat close with Trevor.

“If you’re talking about Emma Macdonald then ya, she’s been dating z for a few months now. Why?” Matty just confirmed it, which means it’s one hundred percent true.

I want to break down right there but I can’t, the rest of the guys don’t know.

“Ah yes that’s where I saw the name, I was with him yesterday and saw the name with a heart emoji on his phone. Who all knows?”

“Well she’s actually coming to surprise him later tonight, they’re really cute together. I have never seen him so happy.” Oh matty if only you knew what these words were doing to me.

Not wanting to hear anymore I decide it’s time to go home and face him.

“Um I am gonna get going, maybe I will see you guys later.” I tell the guys not looking any of them in the eyes. I just ran quickly out with my keys, not wanting Thom to stop me.

*Few hours later*

I couldn’t go home just yet, I just went around town for a long drive to clear my mind. I am going to give him a chance to explain, maybe we can get past this.

“Trev, are you home still?” I texted him, hoping the Emma surprise hasn’t happened yet.

“Of course, I am waiting for you.” He responded

Walking through that door and seeing him just sitting on the couch broke my heart again. I fell in love with him and I don’t want to let go of him.

He turned his head and a smile grew on his face, he walked towards me and hugged me.

“I missed you, I was worried when I woke up and you were gone.” Biting my cheek, I just smiled and hugged him back. Tucking my head and body into his as if I was trying to disappear.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked with worry spread across his face.

“As if you don’t know” I spat out as I pushed him away remembering why I was upset.

Trevor just stood there shocked, wondering what I meant.

“I know about Emma.” I quietly said to him, looking up at him to see his reaction.

“What are you talking about?” Trev had the audacity to ask, while he’s trying his best to look anywhere but my eyes.

“You know what I am talking about Trevor! Do I mean nothing to you? Am I a joke? Was this relationship one big joke?” My voice gets louder with each sentence.

Silence is all I heard, he finally looked me in the eyes and I couldn’t see a shred of regret. Tears started slipping down my cheeks again.

“Baby I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen-” Trevor started saying while he stepped closer to me attempting to pull me into a hug.

“NO!! GET AWAY FROM ME!” I yelled at him in anger, how could he possibly try and comfort me.

Trevor took a step back, his mouth opened but instead of noise coming from him; there was a knock at my door.

I opened the door to be met with my three brothers, they had a smile plastered on their faces. As soon as they saw me their smiles dropped.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” My oldest brother, Quinn asked. However I wasn’t able to even open my mouth before my world came crashing down again.

“TREVY!!!!” A screaming blonde came out of nowhere and jumped into my boyfriend’s arms. Kissing him right away and grasping him as if she thought she’d never see him again.

I wanted to disappear right then and there. How could my brothers not even give me a heads up, I get they didn’t know and Trevor being at my place isn’t unusual. But I still feel like they could’ve told me.

After taking a moment to collect myself I looked over at Trevor. He is looking at her the way he used to look at me. I don’t know how I missed this. The man I am desperately in love with, is in love with someone else.

“Get out….” I quietly say, no one heard me but Trevor. He looked at me in almost a way of pity.

“I SAID GET OUT” I yelled louder, this time everyone heard me.

I shoved my brothers out, not caring for their protests or questions. Emma walked herself out, as much as I want to hate her I can’t. It’s not like she knew.

“Y/N please let me explain.” Trevor finally said something, he grabbed my hand trying to plead with me. I grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hallway. I ripped my promise ring off, he gave it to me two months ago. Has no meaning now.

“You made a promise to me. I hate you. We’re done.” I told him, threw the ring, might’ve slapped him and slammed the door shut. Making sure I locked it, I slid down against the door and started bawling.

“It was a mistake please y/n I love you!” I could hear Trevor pleading from the other side. I could hear my brothers yelling at Trevor and walking away, Quinn pulled the other two away before they did some damage.

*Three years later*

Since that heartbreaking day a lot has changed. For one I moved to Chicago and met my current boyfriend Kirby Dach. He plays for the Chicago Blackhawks. Thomas and I attempted dating two years ago, we decided it was best to stay best friends. I barely talk to my brothers, not my choice. They cut me off, they never reached out. I guess they forgave Trevor, considering months later they were all spotted in a picture with Emma. The biggest change is my three year old, Noah. I found out I was four months a few weeks after the breakup. I wanted to reach out but for some reason he blocked me. In fact my brothers blocked me too.

Thomas helped me out so much when I found out I was pregnant, but eventually he had to leave for San Jose. He tried pushing it back but I couldn’t let him do that. Him and Noah are like best friends, might be closer than him and I. Then there is Kirby, he knows everything about Trevor; I was a little scared to tell him considering they were in the same draft class so Kirby already knew who I was. He started out as a friend who helped every now and then but then I started falling in love with him. It was the little things, like taking the time to teach my son to skate or even just being there when I needed to rant.

Not having my brother’s in my life is super hard, especially knowing they don’t know about Noah. My parents do but I asked them to not tell them about him. I don’t want them to come back if they’re only coming for my baby.

Thankfully I have not run into Trevor since that day, which is surprising with all the games I have been to. Noah is aware his dad is not in his life, I didn’t tell him many details but I couldn’t let him grow up thinking someone else was his dad especially if Trevor ever comes back.

“Hey babe, are you coming to the game tonight?”Kirby asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Uh, who are they playing?” I cautiously asked.

“New Jersey, and I know you’re going to object but it’s Luke’s first game. I think you should be there.” Kirby softly told me. I completely forgot my youngest brother was making his debut tonight.

“Okay I will come.” I told him. I knew I would regret it if it didn’t.

And that is how I ended up at the boards holding Noah up to the glass so he could see Kirby. He had these sound proof headphones on along with his mini Dach jersey. After waving at Kirby a few times and getting cute videos and pictures, we headed up to our box. Normally I sit with the other girlfriends and wives but Kirby’s family is in town so we will be sitting with them.

Walking through the door I immediately saw Kirby’s younger brother Colton, who Noah is obsessed with.

“COCO!!!” Noah yells Colton’s adorable nickname he came up with.

“Y/N?” I heard my oldest brother’s voice. I was still carrying Noah at this point, I let him down so he could run towards Colton. I whipped my head to my right and sure enough there was Quinn. However it’s the whole crew. And I mean the fucking whole lot.

Standing by the snacks was my dad, Jack (he wasn’t playing due to an injury), Quinn, Alex, Cole, Thomas, and Trevor. Well fuck.

Standing like a deer in headlights in the middle of the room. It wasn’t until Thomas came up to me and shook me out of the state of shock.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered in my ear, looking at me with complete panic in his eyes.

“Kirby is playing…” I whisper back and look towards Noah, panic setting through my entire body.

I looked over Thomas’s shoulder to see the guys staring back at me. Tears started to slip out a little bit. If Noah wasn’t in the same room I think I would be fine, but he’s ten feet from us. I don’t know what to do.

“Mommy can coco come over for a sleepover? Please mommyyyy I cleaned my room, well I mean Kwirby helped me.” Well, it looks like I have some really bad luck. I looked over to my son on Colton’s lap, Colton’s eyes are almost as wide as mine while Noah is sitting there not knowing what is going on.

“Hey how about we go get some food and see if we can find Tommy?” Colton suggests to Noah, he loves getting pictures with the mascot. He likes to brag to Kirby. I nod at Colton, mouthing a thank you.

Once those two leave I slowly turn back to my family and take my time looking up.

“Um, what is going on?” “Did he just call you mommy?” “ YOU HAVE A KID?!” “He looks like Z” those were some of the sentences that fell out of the boy's mouths. All of them looking at me like I had three heads

#usa ntdp #umich boys <3 #kirby dach #thomas bordeleau #trevor zegras #hughes brothers #Trevor x Hughes sister

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People We Met In Supermarkets pt 3- Damon x Reader

✩Jade had some past secrets she's been keeping away from the Salvatores especially Damon. Ever since she met them she only told bits and pieces about herself, and it's so bad that they don't even know that Jades older than them. What secrets are she keeping and will it come out? Who or what is hiding?

✩parings:Girl name Jade x Damon

warnings:mention of stabbing/being casted away

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As night fell, the Salvatore house was surprisingly peaceful and quiet. No talking or arguing it was just dead silence however, I could hear Elena human heart pumping with blood but other than that nothing. Stefan was with Elena in his room and Damon and I were in our own separate rooms. I think he’s giving me space because he would've been all over me the minute we got home and I wish he was. Even though we’ve been apart for at least four hours I still wanted to march in his room and coddle him. I never wanted to be away from him and I always wished I met him before Elijah and Klaus but it's in the past and this is now. Anyway at 1AM I nuzzled into my soft white pillow as the sense of comfort swarmed over me. My eyes fluttered shut as the sounds of the outsider world and its problems faded away.

Jades subconsciousness

As I entered this dream state a feeling of warmth flooded my body. I was in this very old village-like house and then I remembered it was my family's old house. I saw my beautiful mother walk up to me and she cupped my face giving me a heartfelt smile. I rested my face on her warm and soft hands as I started to look around;remembering every memory I made in this very house. The rest of my family surrounded me with love and care as they looked down at me, admiring my every feature. I was home and I’ve missed this feeling so much and I would do anything to go back to this feeling. However, that faded away as I fell into this gaping black void that filled the brown creaking floor. I fell and ended up in the middle of the dark eerie forest right outside my house surrounded by a bunch of tall men. They were all hovering over me, beating me into a pulp as blood started rushing out my mouth and then when I least suspected a fiery burn feeling ripped into the side of my abdomen as blood gushed out of it. I cupped the side of my stomach trying to keep myself together; crying out in agony while they just watched me bleed out and suffer. I was waiting for someone to come. Damon, Stefan, Elijah, and even fucking Klaus, while in pain and I just needed someone to be by my side but no was there as I bled out on the fucking floor dying slowly.

Damon's pov-

I was in my bed enjoying the quiet in this house that no one ever gets because we never get a break. There's always a vampire doing this and another mysterious creature doing that but tonight that's not the case and I’m grateful for that. I wanted to go into Jade's room and be all over her like I usually am but I can’t even though I crave her deeply. I want to be with her all the time but I didn’t want to coddle her tonight after the emotional day she had. I was thinking about going into her room until I heard a scream echo through the house. It wasn’t too loud but it was loud enough for me to hear. I stepped out of bed and slowly walked towards my door trying to see if it was Jade. I stopped in front of my closed door trying to concentrate on the silent screams coming to Jade's room.

“Please help, NO!” Jade quietly shrieked.

My eyes widened as I swiftly opened the door quickly ran into her room seeing her fidgeting and talking in her sleep; trying to get out of her insufferable nightmare. “ELIJAH PLEASE, DAMON…help me” she wailed as I walked up to her bed, trying to shake back into reality however she’s not waking up.

I started rapidly tapping her cheeks “hey, hey, Jade wake up”

She started to wake up slowly. Her eyes widened when she saw me as tears flooded her eyes; she started to look around the room in terror, confused about what's going on. Jade sat up and started to move away from me;thinking I was someone else.

I sat down on her bed inching towards her as I softly said “no…its me, hi”

Jade Pov

I woke up in absolute terror. Everything was a blur and I felt drowsy when I felt the bed sink beside me. I noticed a man was tapping my cheeks trying to wake me up but I didn’t know who he was or how he got in my room. I moved away from him as I was still in a dream-like state but then I started to make out his voice a lot more and realized it was Damon.

I squinted my eyes in confusion “Damon?” I said as a tear escaped my eye. I didn’t even realize I was crying until everything around me came to life.

“Yes baby it's me.” he said quietly as he cupped both of my cheeks with his strong, soft, pale hands.

I lunged into his arms and wrapped my arms around his rippled back feeling his semi warm body against my cold skin. His arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into him; feeling his hard, broad chest against mine. His comforting scent hit me rapidly as I took in his sweet and husky scent. I felt one of his arms go in my hair trying to bring me in closer to him.

“Stay here with me please” I whispered

He moved away from me and looked at me with a sincere look “of course”

I moved to the other side of the bed while Damon crawled under the soft, cotton sheets with me. Our bodies collided together as I laid my head softly on his firm chest. His arms wrapped around my waist like chains, pulling me closer into his firm body. Our legs tangled together as I started to nuzzle my face into his neck taking in his sweet aroma.

I sighed in relief “thank you Damon”

“No problem” he whispered. He kissed my forehead as I drifted sweetly back into my dream state.

I woke up in the afternoon with Damon gone from my bed. I was too lazy to go to school so I just stayed in bed looking at my off-white ceiling in silence. However, that all came to a halt when I heard a slight commotion downstairs in the living room. It was between Stefan, Elena, Damon, and a familiar voice.

“You have my word” the familiar voice said in a familiar accent

I sat up from my bed and frowned by those four singular words. I started to walk towards the door trying to hear what else he was saying and I did. My eyes widened in rage as I slowly crept downstairs; entering the living room. Elena noticed me and she slightly smiled and said “Hey Jade this is-”

I deeply exhaled“Elijah?” as I slowly walked into the living room.

He turned around in a swift motion and we were face to face “Hi Jade” he said breathlessly.

It was silent for a minute until Damon cut the tension in half “whats going on?”

I looked at Elijah while channeling all of my rage as I started casting a spell on him. I kept looking at him with deep raw emotion until a sharp piercing sound started to flood his head. I started to make all of the vessels in his head burst rapidly as I watched him suffer. Elijah went down on the ground, touching the temple of his head as he screamed in agony. A tear fell down my cheek while the adrenaline and my magic flooded through my whole body like rushing water.

“Please…please… make her stop '' He said as he fell helplessly on the ground.

Stefan started rushing towards me “Jade listen to me stop this we need him…please” he anxiously said however I didn’t care about the people around me, I was only focused on Elijah and killing him. So I didn’t listen to Stefan not a bit. I was still fixated on Elijah Mikaelson until I felt Stefan grab my shoulder. I looked at him in anger and hurled him into the wall. He bashed his head and fell unconscious. Elena ran towards him screaming in disbelief.

“Jade please, we can talk about this, '' Damon softly said as he inched closer and closer to me, however he was more careful when he approached me. “Look at me Jade”

I looked at him as tears escaped my eyes and then I broke the spell, just like that but I knew it wasn't over. I still wanted some type of revenge.

Elijah sighed in relief as he started to get up off the floor slowly; wiping his suit clean. He looked at me in a deceiving look and I looked at him. We glared at each other for a while until he said “Nice to see you to Jade”

I scoffed and crossed my arms “fuck off Elijah I should’ve killed both of you when I had the chance”

“But you didn't because why? Oh yes you loved my brother and I didn’t you” He said being petty and childish.

I looked at Damon as guilt flooded my mind. Damon made sobbing eye contact with me; looking disappointed and a bit jealous. I looked at Damon for a second until I looked away back to Elijah.

I rolled my eyes in rage “nope I didn’t and I did tell you that up front did I not Elijah…I don’t even know why I’m arguing with you why the hell are you here”

He started walking towards me “Klaus is in town for Elena to complete the moonstone ritual and I want to kill him”

I scornfully laughed “I heard that same lie before you’ll never kill him even if you want to”

“I guess we’ll see”

“Yeah we will,” I said as I walked back upstairs with Damons footsteps right behind me.

I started to quicken my pace until I entered my room trying to process the fact that I haven’t seen Elijah since the twenties after a bad argument with both of them. I heard Damon hesitantly walk into my room and I was scared to face him. I saw how hurt he was when I was downstairs and I didn't even know what to tell him.

He entered my room and stopped in the middle of my room. “Why didn’t you tell me Jade,” he said in frustration.

I turned slowly towards him, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know Damon.” I sighed

He scoffed “you loved them both…right?” it was silent until he said “you know what happened with Katherine she did the same exact thing.”

I looked up at him, seeing his saddened eyes. “I was scared…”

“Of what?...of me?” he questioned

I scoffed at him “fuck it… I love you Damon and I was scared to tell you Damon because that's exactly how I lost Elijah and I don’t want to lose you either.” He looked at me, unable to say anything. He just looked at me as his body stiffened. “Damon, when I first met you in that bar I just knew right away, but I never said anything because I wasn’t ready and I was scared as hell to tell you. For decades upon decades it just got harder and harder and I’m so sorr-”

As I was talking Damon looked at me and ran into me as our lips collided together. His body felt hot and tense against mine while his hands searched my whole body, making its way to my waist as his rough hands tightened its grip. He started pulling me into him; feeling his firm chest against mine. My whole body was shaking as lust took over the both of us. We were both craving each other and you could spot that from a mile away. His lips were soft and delicate however it grew hungry and sloppy the longer we explored each other's lips. Damon hand started to go up my body and wrapped softly around the side of my neck as he slightly put pressure on my neck, he was still trying to pull me closer into him. A soft moan escaped from my mouth as my hands started to tangle in his hair. I started to pull on his hair and grip the back of his neck while I grew hungry for more of him. He groaned a bit when he tried to catch his breath but I didn’t want him to. My heart started to pump more and my cheeks were hot. We wouldn’t let go of each other until I pulled away from him slowly. We were both breathless and Damons face was red hot as I looked into his icy blue eyes. I could feel Damons breath caress my skin as he inched close to my ear. His lips swept against my ear as he whispered “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” He faced me as we made eye contact. My heart started to race again and I got butterflies in my stomach as he said the words I was looking for. “I love you so much”

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