#i just turned on the tv & got punched in the gut!!

[chelseeebe]

still into you

after abruptly leaving hawkins (and you) seven years ago, eddie munson, ex-boyfriend turned rockstar, makes a grand return. how will things pan out when your lives couldn’t be further apart?

this has been in the drafts for god knows how long and you can definitely tell where my writing started to improve as i came back to it.. hope y’all enjoy anyway! this is so long good lord. also includes a bit of bestfriendism with stevie!

18+. mdni. smut. mentions of alcohol. eddie is a dickhead. no use of y/n!

read part two here.

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‘you know he’s coming back next weekend?’ steve mutters, nodding towards you as you rip the sellotape from the brown box, beginning to stack the cans of soup.

‘is he? oh my god oh my god,’ feigning excitement with a straight face.

you’d already known he was coming back, you’d received the invitation just like everybody else. except, you’d swiftly put the gimmicky piece of paper into the trash and got on with your day. confused why everyone else seemed to be losing their goddamn minds over it.

he huffs quietly, helping you with the heavy tins, ‘are you gonna go?’ steve didn’t actually work in melvalds but came in on his breaks purely to chat and distract you from your work.

‘am i gonna go? hmm, let me think.. no.’

‘he wants to see you.. you should come,’ prodding his elbow into your side, collapsing the box into a flat piece of cardboard.

‘you spoke to him?’ ears perking up. you didn’t care if he’d mentioned you. no, really.

‘yeah.. he called a few weeks ago, y’know when the invitations got sent out,’ picking up the next box to start filling the shelf.

‘oh! it’s nice to know he called you and just hilarious to know i never got a phone call,’ getting frankly quite sick of hearing about eddie fucking munson and his grand return.

once upon a time, eddie had actually been your boyfriend. must’ve been 7 or so years ago by this point.. anyway, that was before he’d got his big break and decided that he was going to completely forget about hawkins.. and about you. you’d still been together after his first tiny tour, excitedly waiting for him to come home when he just.. never did.

he’d had the decency to at least call and tell you that he was breaking up with you.. we’re just in different places right now.. it’s not you.. i don’t want you to ruin your life waiting for me..

it was essentially a whole bunch of bullshit, because the very next month he was spotted with some bottle blonde model looking suspiciously close at some club he’d have absolutely hated the year prior. it was like a punch to the gut, flicking through the pages of the trashy magazine just knowing that you hadn’t been enough for this new lifestyle of his.

from then on, you’d decided to disengage with any and everything about him. turning the tv off when corroded coffin came on one of the morning talk shows, leaving the room at parties when one of his song’s inevitably came on and just completely blanking out of the conversation when his name was brought up. it was easier that way, saved your feelings and the awkward glances you’d get.

at some point things had become slightly more complicated and you’re not sure how exactly it had happened but you had wound up pregnant. and by jason carver no less. maybe it was your shared disdain for eddie that had brought you together. who knows?

but it had happened and now you had to deal with it. and although jason may come in a close second to world’s biggest assholes.. you had gained a beautiful daughter from it all and had become quite content with your single mom life.

people had come and gone, robin jetting off to some fancy college in california.. jonathan and nancy ending up in new york at some hot-shot newspaper.. the kids you’d sort of gathered had all gone off to various colleges, becoming adults themselves. all except for steve.

steve had stayed in hawkins like you, begrudgingly following his father’s footsteps, getting a job at his accounting firm. it was good money and kept his dad happy so he couldn’t fault it really. he’d even got his own place just down the street from your house and at some point you’d just accepted that he was probably your only friend in hawkins.

it had brought the two of you undeniably closer and maybe you’d even call him your best friend now. well, except for right now as he was beginning to piss you off with all this fussing over eddie.

‘you have to come.. it’s not just for him, everyone is going.. it’s a reunion,’ steve continues to pester you despite your efforts to shut him down.

‘steve, i’m not going and that’s that.’

he sighs, staring at you with a blank expression, ‘okay, well.. i’ll tell him it’s a maybe,’ checking his watch before frowning, ‘shit, i’m late.. i’ll see you later,’ throwing the empty cardboard to the floor before dashing off down the aisle, giving you an exaggerated wave as he disappears.

you just knew that he was not going to drop this until you agreed to go. but he could kick and scream as much as he liked, you had absolutely zero desire to go this flimsy reunion and even less desire to see eddie in the flesh.

-

it’s another dull week of stacking shelves and managing a team of absolute morons and before you know it, it’s the day before that fucking reunion and steve is still as incessant as ever that you must go.

‘my mom can look after ella.. please just come,’ he sounded like he was a second away from getting on his knees to actually beg you to go.

you’d started to just ignore him now, getting on with whatever you were doing, choosing to give him the silent treatment. he hated that.

‘you’re so annoying,’ he scoffs, still helping you unbox the bags of chips, ‘will you just come for five minutes.. you don’t even have to talk to eddie, it’s the first time we’ll all be together again.. puh-leaseee,’ breaking into a weird sort of sing-song tone.

you exhale through your nose, visibly frustrated by the man, ‘i’m going to ban you in a minute,’ raising your eyebrows, taking the same tone you used when ella was being a brat.

‘no you won’t,’ furrowing his brows, ‘what if i promise to stand in between you the whole night? i’ll beat him with a stick if he even tries to talk to you,’ completely serious with what he just said.

you chortle, covering your mouth as one of the elderly customers walks past, slightly bewildered by the noise that just escaped your mouth, ‘couldn’t you just beat him with a stick anyway?’

‘ehh.. not really, he is paying for the whole thing,’ straightening the bags of air he’d just placed on the shelf, ‘i mean, i could if you really want me to.’

you roll your eyes, of course he was. he’d rented the fanciest restaurant just outside of town for your gaggle of pals. any chance to flaunt the fact that he’d made it out of this hell hole and left the rest of you in the dirt.

‘i have a child, steve, i can’t just go out and leave her at home.. some of us aren’t free like you are,’ turning to face him with a stern hand on your hip.

‘i just told you my mom’ll look after her.. she hasn’t seen her in so long and.. and you can stay at mine and i’ll take you to her first thing in the morning,’ his eyes are round, glimmering in the harsh overhead lights.

‘i don’t have anything to wear,’ shrugging, you really didn’t. becoming a mother isn’t quite so glamorous and a lot of clothes you’d once fit into had become a little tight.

‘when d’you finish?’

narrowing your eyes at him, ‘two..’

‘great.. okay well, i’ll take a half-day and we can go shopping.. on me,’ wiggling his eyebrows at you. the thing about steve is that he believes that most problems can be solved by throwing money at it.

he wasn’t wrong, of course.

because you reluctantly agree to go shopping with him on the condition that you weren’t definitely going to this thing. you were just going to try on dresses. that was it.

-

you get a cab to the restaurant, there was no way in hell you were doing this sober nor did you want to subject steve to being sober for your sake. palms clammy as you clamber out of the vehicle, immediately regretting your decision.

no one would care if you didn’t go, right? you could quite easily just get back into the taxi and go home without forcing yourself to endure the night.

steve’s one step ahead of you, grabbing your hand so you can’t run away. throwing him an awful glare but you weren’t really mad, just annoyed that he’d succeeded in persuading you to come.

‘c’mon.. it won’t be so bad once you’re in there,’ smoothing down his fresh shirt as he begins to walk up the winding path, dragging you along behind him.

he’s wrong. it’s so much worse inside. the place was huge, extravagantly decorated and full of people you’d once regarded as your best friends, all too busy in their own conversations to notice you and steve walk in.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard from them, it had just been through occasional letters and christmas cards rather than seeing them face to face. robin would call sometimes, fill you in on whatever she had been up to and beg to speak to ella who absolutely loved it. you were sure they were on the same wavelength.

you look to steve with wary eyes, digging your fingertips into his hand, ‘we could just leave right now.. no one would even know,’ tugging gently on his arm.

‘hey,’ he whispers, ‘it’s okay.. look, robin’s coming over, we’ll say hi and see how you feel,’ using his spare hand to wave at the bubbly girl, dropping your hand to give her a hug.

‘oh my god,’ she rushes, ‘how are you? you look so good.. and i don’t mean you,’ pulling away from steve to throw her arms around you, her gentle hands rubbing on your back.

‘hah, it’s nice to see you too,’ steve rolls his eyes, grabbing two of the champagne flutes being ferried around by fancy waiters.

she pulls back, ‘i didn’t think you were coming.. how are you doing? how’s ella?’ the words falling out of her mouth at super speed, it was as if her mouth moved before her brain did.

‘i wasn’t gonna but i wanted to see you guys,’ you nod, taking the glass from steve’s outstretched hand and taking a lengthy sip, ‘i’m okay.. ella’s okay.. you’ll have to come and see her before you leave.’

‘i will i will! i literally landed like two hours ago and had to rush but i’m back until friday,’ her hands flying around as she spoke, ‘come and say hello..’ her arm intertwines with yours as she leans in closer to your ear, ‘he’s staring y’know..’

your eyes roll back on their own, not even wanting to search the room for him, ‘i’m not speaking to him so he can stare all he likes,’ straightening up as you approach the group robin had left.

nancy’s talking to max about something in incredible detail but is quite to stop when you approach, mouth in a small ‘o’ as she hugs you, ‘you came? i thought we were gonna miss you,’ grinning wide when she pulls back.

you give an overdramatic sigh, ‘of course i had to come.. you’d all miss me too much,’ waving to the rest of the group.

there are a lot of small pleasantries swapped, asking about their journey’s here and how they’d been.. standard small talk. but then el asks to see a picture of ella, ecstatic that their names were so similar. you’d come prepared, pulling the creased picture out of your bag.

they all gush and coo over her, it was a picture you’d snapped from her first day of kindergarten, cheesing with her pigtails and pink hair bobbles. passing it around the gathered group, still steadily sipping on the bitter champagne.

‘who’s that?’ eddie asks, you hadn’t noticed him sidle over to the crowd, stood peering over lucas’ shoulder at the photograph.

your eyes meet his, seeing his face for the first time in what felt like centuries. he looked older, obviously, still sporting the same long curls except now it actually looked as if it’d been styled. he’s in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, forearms now littered with tattoos and a nice looking watch. your heart just about stops beating when you realise you’ll now have to explain exactly who that is.

‘uh.. that’s ella,’ you nod, not quite meeting his eyes, ‘..my daughter,’ taking the photo from lucas’ hand, the atmosphere had quite suddenly shifted and people begin to scatter, starting their own conversations so they don’t have to bare witness to this one.

‘oh.. oh, right.. well, congratulations then,’ the shadow of a smile on his lips, could he feel how fucking awkward this was?

‘thank you,’ giving him a half nod, startled as steve’s hand brushes the small of your back. he’d seen that you were in conversation and had left dustin to fulfil his security guard promise.

‘it’s nice that you two found each other.. you have a beautiful daughter,’ still not fully committed to smiling but he was getting there.

your face contorts, immediately looking to steve before letting out a god awful cackle, ‘oh no.. she’s not steve’s,’ covering your mouth before another taunting laugh comes out.

steve is trying to stifle his grin but fails, reaching his hand out to shake eddie’s hand, ‘ah man, no ella’s not mine but she is beautiful, isn’t she? how are you?’

you’re eternally grateful that he he’s managed to sway the conversation and you aren’t forced to explain why or how you’d had a child with jason fucking carver. turning back to robin as you hear steve ramble on about work and corroded coffin’s new album, something you had absolutely no care about.

‘shall we get another drink?’ robin asks, eyeing the open bar and your empty glass.

‘please.’

the rest of the night is going.. relatively well. it’s kinda unsettling to watch the younger kids drink legally, getting more boisterous and loud as the night progresses. it’s nice, if not a little sad just thinking about how you weren’t really able to enjoy yourself at their age because you had a newborn.

you must’ve been deep in thought as you don’t even notice eddie creep up to the empty table, standing awkwardly besides your chair, ‘can we talk?’

your eyes shoot up to meet his, baffled by his presence, ‘what could we possibly have to talk about?’

he exhales through his nose, ‘uh.. a lot? we don’t have to do it here.. i have a room upstairs or.. outside?’

‘no,’ gripping onto your glass of wine, desperately trying to grab the attention of someone behind eddie to come and save you, ‘i don’t want to speak to you.’

he’s exasperated, clutching onto his beer with strained white knuckles. how were you ever supposed to move past this when you wouldn’t even give him the opportunity to explain himself. but that was exactly it. you didn’t care about any of the silly excuses you’re sure he’d conjured up, he did what he did and that was that.

‘i’m trying here..’ sounding exasperated, ‘how ‘bout dinner? sometime this week, on me,’ his voice is deeper now, raspier. you figure as a result of constant partying and chain smoking while on tour.

‘i have a child and a job.. i don’t have time for dinner with you on top of that,’ swallowing the rest of the sweet white wine, putting the empty glass back on the table with a forceful slam.

you make brief eye contact with will who was passing behind eddie and decide to take the opportunity to pounce, standing from your chair and rushing over the second he nears your table.

‘will.. hey,’ speeding to catch him up, mouthing a small save me, clinging to his arm as you move away from eddie who was stood deflated at the table.

will thankfully catches your drift, steering you towards the bar, ‘you okay? i was just about to leave..’ placing his empty glass onto the bar with a soft sigh.

‘what? no.. if i can’t go then you’re not allowed either,’ talking sternly to the boy even though he now towered above you and just about everybody else in here.

he screws up his face, looking over to the dance floor, ‘it’s just..’ sighing once again, ‘awful, isn’t it?’ following his gaze to an intoxicated mike performing an elaborate air guitar routine in the middle of the floor.

it wasn’t exactly the same, but you could empathise with the difficult situation and that foul feeling in your stomach that you were sure he could feel too. you could imagine that it wasn’t easy to see the man you’d once, or perhaps still loved after so long. in fact, you didn’t really need to imagine at all.

deciding it was better to change the subject, distract him from the unraveling scene on the dance floor, ‘d’you smoke?’

he looks around quickly, watching out for a listening jonathan, you assume before he nods quickly, ‘but no one can know,’ a hint of a smile creeping onto his face.

you return the devilish grin before hooking your arm in his, pulling him towards the door where you could get the hell away from annoying men and their long black hair.

-

it’s gone three by the time you get back to steve’s, genuinely having to coax him from the party and into the cab you’d shared with a belligerent dustin, making sure he had got home safely.

‘i wasn’t too mean, was i?’ snuggled up in steve’s blankets, facing each other in the low light of his room.

‘nooo, no you were on fire,’ he laughs, he was still tipsy and slightly reeking of booze as he lay next to you.

‘really? you’re sure?’ he was definitely just drunk and blabbing on but you’d take it.

‘yes.. it was perfect,’ he hiccups, interrupting his sentence, ‘buuut.. and i’m not the only one who said this so don’t kill me..’ kissing the back of his teeth, ‘you’re not gonna like what i have to say.’

‘what? what is it?’ prodding his shoulder with a quick jab. knowing eddie, he’d probably gone round the party whispering some bullshit about the two of you.

‘well..’ holding his hands in the air, ‘there’s still chemistry there.. y’know i could see it,’ raising his eyebrows, hands collapsing onto the blanket.

‘right, i’m going to sleep.. you’re drunk and just saying stupid shit now,’ rolling your eyes as you settle into the soft pillow, closing your eyes so you no longer had to entertain his idiotic nonsense.

he chortles, hiccuping mid-laugh which makes a horrid choking noise, ‘i’m not that drunk.. robin said it too,’ the lamp clicks off, darkening the room, ‘and dustin..’

‘go to sleep steve,’ unamused and tired.

‘okay okay.. goodnight,’ he calls, you can hear the smile in his voice as he turns to face the other way, taking that as your opportunity to rest your head on his back, nuzzling into the soft cotton t-shirt.

-

monday is particularly awful and you’re reminded exactly why you don’t drink often. two days on and you’re still exhausted, half-heartedly filling the shelves and just trying to make it to two o’clock.

in your tired state, one of the bottles of shampoo you were putting out, falls out of your hand and rolls off somewhere down the aisle. you sigh, a deep, fed-up, exhaustive sigh and get up to go and fetch it when the bottle appears before your face, a tattooed, ring-filled hand latched onto it.

‘carver? really?’ eddie frowns, watching you from above, eyebrows furrowed together.

you place the bottle onto it’s rightful spot on the shelf and choose to ignore him. if he’d come all the way down here just to piss you off about your poor life choices then he could get fucked.

‘when’d that happen?’

blanking him again as you continue to put stuff onto the shelves. this was the easiest way to guarantee that you weren’t going to get yourself fired for being rude to him.

‘you gonna ignore me? i just wanna know,’ still poking and prodding, he clearly wasn’t very good at picking up on context clues.

nothing.

‘fuck, can you just talk to me for five minutes?’ your silence was driving him crazy, aggravating him to no end.

‘i’m at work, so no,’ hurriedly trying to finish the stock you had so you had an excuse to rush out the back and away from him.

he was fortunate that it was a quiet monday, the store full of mostly older ladies who had no idea who he was. you sorta hoped that he’d get mobbed and would have to hurry off and leave you alone.

‘why jason? out of literally everyone else in this shithole you choose jason?’ screwing his face up in disgust.

you slam the box cutter down with a loud clatter, causing a few turned heads and raised eyebrows. fuck ‘em. if you had done what you’d really wanted to do, you’d be locked up forever.

‘i don’t know if you remember this but my boyfriend of like, two years ran away and never came home so yeah.. that kinda fucked with me a little and lucky for me, jason carver was there and also hated my ex’s guts.. so it was perfect, you know?’ staring flatly at him, you were not dealing with his shit today.

eddie scoffs, ‘so you had a kid with him? and now.. what? you play happy families just to spite me? is that it?’

‘yes eddie, i had a whole child just to piss you off.’

he gawps back at you, clearly also did not possess the ability to sense sarcasm.

‘no,’ scowling at him, ‘it was an accident and now he’s.. i dunno, coaching basketball at some school in ohio or some shit.. why don’t you go and bother him?’

‘so you’re not together?’

you can only roll your eyes in response, in sheer disbelief that he’d made such a fuss because he couldn’t just outright ask if you were single.

un-fucking-believable.

you’ve had just about enough of this conversation, pulling your little trolley back towards the swing doors that lead to the warehouse. at least he wasn’t allowed in there.

‘wait! wait..’ he grabs onto the other side of the trolley, stopping you from walking off, ‘have dinner with me tonight or.. tomorrow?’ eyes big and pleading.

‘now why would i do that?’

‘because i want to explain myself.. i need to.’

one of the younger shoppers notices who he is and begins trying to talk to him, coming over to where you two stood rather excitedly. eddie is kind enough to smile and give her a few polite words, eyes still latched onto yours despite the ecstatic woman beside him.

‘okay,’ honestly just wanting to get away from all this commotion, ‘tomorrow.’

his scowl subsides, replaced by a gleaming grin, ‘six o’clock.. pino’s, i’ll sort it, okay?’ already starting to walk away from the crazy woman.

‘right,’ you nod, pulling your trolley away and into the back warehouse, leaning against the concrete wall. the whole exchange was tiring, knocking whatever tiny bit of energy out of you.

were you actually gonna go?

absolutely fucking not.

-

by the time six rolls around the next night, you really had forgotten all about it. rushing to get ella her dinner after swimming lessons, already worrying about paying for yet another field trip she’d sprung on you earlier. you’d begun to wonder if they even taught in the classrooms anymore with the amount of permission slips she brought home.

she’s finally settled into bed, after much protesting and a lot of coaxing. you’re just about to finally relax on the couch when someone hammers on your front door. and if you weren’t already pissed off with ella’s whining, you were most definitely about to be with whichever mindless prick was banging on your door.

‘what do you want?’ you hiss, jerking the door open to reveal a pathetic looking eddie on the other side, face forlorn and dejected.

he’s in that white shirt again. it makes you sick to your stomach to admit that it really does look good on him. his arms now more defined, the cotton sticking to his muscles, briefly showcasing the new tattoos underneath. maybe he’d actually got off of his ass and did something other than smoke weed all day.

‘oh so you are alive, d’you forget about something?’ he’s snarling now, having conjured up some elaborate excuse in his head as to why you hadn’t showed, only to find you at home, seemingly with no care in the world.

‘oops,’ the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile, you hadn’t even actually meant to stand him up, you were just gonna call his hotel and cancel but the thought had just completely slipped your mind.

and even if it shouldn’t, it really did feel good. knowing he was the one sat waiting for you for once.

‘oops? i sat there for an hour waiting for you and then spent the last hour trying to convince dustin to give me your fucking address.. and all you can say is oops?’

you shrug, ‘feels pretty shitty to be forgotten about, doesn’t it?’ tilting your head, watching as his face falls. he’d been got.

‘okay.. okay, i get it, and i’m sorry.. there’s not a day that goes by that i don’t feel like shit for how i treated you,’ his head dips low, looking particularly sorry for himself.

and for a second you do too. not that he deserved it. quickly having to remind yourself exactly what he had done to you, which was not at all helped by the fact that he now had everything he’d ever wanted in life.

and you couldn’t fault your life. truly. but fuck did it sting sometimes, to know that your life had stagnated, stuck in the same shitty town you’d grown up in while he was on the other side of the country, more money than sense and a hoard of doting fans that would do absolutely anything he’d ask of them.

‘good,’ you bark, going to slam the door shut only for it to bang against his black boot wedged in the door, ‘if you don’t move your foot i’ll- i’ll call the police.’

‘no you won’t,’ his hand reaches out to grab onto the other side of the handle, he could’ve easily pushed his way in if he’d really wanted, ‘let’s talk.. like adults,’ begging you now, ‘please.’

you huff, this would end with you either letting him in or being forced to wake ella after you bashed his head into the doorframe. it was easier to just accept the first option and you’d find some bullshit to get him to leave later on.

opening the door wider to let him in, keeping your eyes square on the ground as he walks through, peering around at your home. probably comparing it to his mansion in the hollywood hills the pretentious fuck.

‘nice..’ he nods, leaning in to look at the photo of you and ella a few christmas’ ago, she was tiny then, sporting a miniature santa hat.

‘yeah well, she’s asleep upstairs so.. make it quick,’ you frown, closing the door behind him, watching as his eyes take in the cluttered room, smile fading when he catches sight of the singular picture you have up of jason and ella.

‘i can’t believe you chose to fuck jason of all people.. i mean, i’ve made some shitty decisions in my life but..’ he stops himself from going any further when he sees your face, if looks could kill, he’d be long gone by now.

‘did you come here for a reason? or are you here to talk about my life decisions.. because i really don’t want to hear it from you,’ crossing your arms over your chest, wanting him out of your house.

‘no.. no, shit- i’m sorry,’ he shuffles on his feet, banging his head, ‘i wanna talk.. properly.’

you roll your hand to motion for him to continue, ‘go on..’

he inhales, chewing on the inside of his cheek, trying to psyche himself up to actually say what he wanted to say. it wasn’t that he didn’t know what to say, he just couldn’t string it together to make sense.

‘i’m sorry for the way i treated you.. it wasn’t right and i know that now,’ his hand coming to rub the back of his clammy next, why was your house so fucking hot?

‘okay.. apology accepted, was that everything?’ you say flatly, glancing up the stairs to make sure ella wasn’t awake and out of her room.

his face falls, ‘can you just.. just let me explain,’ his adam apple bobbing as he swallows, ‘why don’t you sit down..’ motioning towards your ratty couch.

you relent your stern stature, hesitantly going to sit on the couch, trying to ensure that he couldn’t possibly sit next to you by sprawling your legs out onto the empty cushion. so he takes the seat furthest away, running his hands down his tight jeans. designer, no less.. the only person you knew stupid enough to spend thousands on designer jeans just to tear holes in them.

‘when i ended things with you, i wasn’t.. well, it was me, but i had my manager screaming in my ear that it’d never work and he could hook me up with some fuckin’ model.. it’d help the band.. so that’s what i did,’ and for once, he looked genuinely remorseful, fiddling with the loose threads on his expensive jeans.

‘so you sold out? that’s your excuse?’

his head shoots up, mouth hung open with absolute disgust all over his face, ‘i am not a sell out.’

which is incredibly refutable, you’d heard a snippet of one of their recent songs on the radio at work and it had sounded exactly like the commercial shit he used to rag on when you were together. not a touch on the corroded coffin you sat and watched practice for hours on end.

‘oh? so you didn’t break up with me to further your career? you just wanted to fuck hot models? which one is it ‘cause i’m a little confused here,’ completely losing it, springing up from your slouched position.

‘okay, yeah.. yeah i did, i broke up with you because i wanted to fuckin’ make something of my life.. and look at where i am and look at-,’

‘-don’t you dare finish that sentence,’ you snap, gritting your teeth together as you near his face, positively shaking with rage.

‘what’re you gonna do? you gonna hit me? do it,’ his chin tilted to match your elevated position, eyes glued to yours.

‘i should.’

his lips twitch into a smirk, ‘you won’t.’

and before your brain has the time to really process your next movements, he balls his fist into your t-shirt, causing your chest to collide into his as his lips smash into yours, knocking the air out of your lungs.

scrambling to find his shoulders for balance, sliding one hand onto his stubbly cheek. it’s all teeth and tongues, he’s ravenous and unrelenting, letting go of his grip on your shirt to place his hands on your hips, ‘move,’ mumbling against your lips as he attempts to manoeuvre you onto his lap while twisting around.

he slides down the couch, keeping a solid hold of your body as you find the right position. your legs are either side of his waist, sliding into the gap between his body and the couch sitting right on his crotch. wasting absolutely zero time in connecting your lips against, honestly not wanting to run the risk of him opening his mouth and ruining this.

his large hands find solace on your ass, creeping up to remove the oversized shirt you’d thrown on. you place your hand above his, restricting him from moving any further. it’s not that you were embarrassed- okay, maybe you were a little. but your body had changed since becoming a mom and eddie had become accustomed to gorgeous models and perfect women that he’d certainly not want to see your boring, frumpy mom body.

he groans in protest, trying again to lift the shirt further only for your fingernails to dig into his hand, ‘no,’ speaking into the filthy kiss.

eddie pulls away from the kiss, fingers coming to gently brush the hair from your face, ‘you can’t be serious? i’ve seen it all before,’ he grumbles, fingers itching to try lift it again.

‘not like this you haven’t.. i just.. want it on, okay?’

‘no- why won’t you let me take this off?’ fingers curling around the hem, already trying his luck with getting it up again.

you sigh, meeting his blown out eyes with your glossy ones, ‘i don’t even know what i’m doing.. fuck,’ attempting to climb off of his lap while the spare hand he has on your ass clamps you down, keeping you pressed to him.

‘hey.. hey, keep it on.. i don’t care,’ already trying to chase your lips, ‘i’m just saying, you don’t need to,’ the denim covering his growing erection starting to rub against your throbbing clit, the sparse material of your pajama shorts were not leaving much to the imagination.

‘jesus christ, just take it off,’ giving up in your protest, it was useless against eddie’s persistence.

you press your lips to his the second your shirt is off, there was no time to judge your body if he couldn’t see it. pulling at his jacket to get it off, the metal buttons digging into your now bare skin.

‘i didn’t.. i didn’t mean.. what i said..’ babbling through the kiss as he shimmies out of the jacket, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

‘shut up,’ you whine, running your hand along the length of his chest until you reach the hem of his black shirt, gripping your fingers around the fabric and lifting it slightly, exposing his midriff, the soft trail of hair ascending the skin.

his head jerks backwards, allowing you to tug the shirt off, finally allowing his eyes to wander to your chest. ‘holy shit,’ he remarks like he’d never seen a pair of tits before. it’s futile for him to pretend that he hadn’t seen some amazing boobs in his time so you scoff, rolling your eyes.

working your hand at his belt buckle, fiddling with the metal until it pops undone. he’s hard already and it makes you groan, brushing your hand over the raised denim. this week seriously must’ve been difficult if he was getting hard so easily over you.

it doesn’t ever occur to you how much of a mistake this was. and even if it did, you didn’t have much time to ponder on it as his hands are grabbing at your breasts, palming them as his lips suck at your jaw and down onto your neck softly. guaranteed to leave a lovely violet mark that the old ladies at work would certainly gasp at.

he’s helping you with his jeans, one hand gripping onto your waist to keep you steady as he lifts his hips from the couch and the other hurriedly yanking them down just enough to reveal his boxers. that’s the next port of call, fingers grabbing at the thin black cotton, pulling them down his thighs as his cock springs into action.

eddie’s lips are still on your neck while you mindlessly wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your fist as you shuffle upwards. his breath hitches in his throat, still peppering sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin.

‘oh god,’ he whines into your collarbone, feeling his eyelashes flutter against your jaw. for a man who had been painted as womaniser in the media, he sure was still just as pathetic as he used to be underneath you.

you’re a little annoyed that it’s you who’s taking control right now. after so many years of disrespect from his end, you think he at least owed it to you to take charge.

your hand grabs onto his shoulder, pulling his face from your neck, ‘be quiet, okay?’ sitting taller to position yourself comfortably, the harsh fabric of the couch grazing your knees.

he nods, sliding his hand up your waist and back to your hip, taking in the sight of you. you wouldn’t ever admit it aloud, but truthfully, you really did miss him sometimes. missed the way his pretty pink lips looked after being glued to yours or the way he gazed at you doing the most mundane tasks.

you cant your hips, sinking down onto his length slowly, biting down onto your bottom lip as his cock fills you to the hilt. his eyelids flicker, fingernails digging into your doughy hips. it’s been a little while since you’d done this so you have to take a second to become accustomed to the slight stretch. it’s good, in the most masochistic way.

your hands cling onto his shoulders, watching his slack jaw, tiny breaths escaping from his mouth as you attempt to move. painstakingly slow at first, knees beginning to shake as you try to remember what you should even be doing. your cheeks flushing, feeling so incredibly embarrassed. the man was fucking models and then you’re here, pitifully trying to ride him. it’s awful, you know it’s awful.

his arm comes to snake around your waist, taking matters into his own hands and flipping the two of you around, your back suddenly pressed into the couch. holy shit. you appreciate the initiative, wrapping your legs around his waist, readjusting your grip on his shoulders.

‘need you a little faster than that darling,’ large hands digging into the couch either side of your head. you’d feel utterly mortified if you weren’t thoroughly enjoying the sight of him looming over you, his hair falling beautifully into your face.

eddie starts slow at first, moving his hips slowly, obviously well versed. your mouth opens but no noise escapes, well aware that you weren’t the only ones in your house. instead you pant softly, desperate for his lips to grace yours again.

it’s not long before he’s quickening his pace, unable to contain himself when you feel so perfect around him. ‘i missed you- fuck, i’ve missed you so much,’ he groans, keeping his voice low despite wanting to start screaming.

you don’t reply, too fucked-out to even think about words. eyes drooping as his cock nudges against the soft spongy spot no one other than him had been able to reach.

the couch creaks beneath you, the old thing unable to keep up with his rutting hips, the top of your head knocking into the arm rest every time his hips collided with yours. your living room had never bore witness to such filth and as quiet as you were trying to be, the sounds are indistinguishable.

having to bite down onto your lip when his thumb meets your clit, legs tightening around his waist with every soft circle he draws around the sensitive bud. eddie was never bad in bed but holy shit, maybe money had done something right for him.

he sits up, soft sighs falling out of his lips as his hand disconnects from your clit, sliding toward your knee and positioning your leg onto his shoulder. your nails press into his forearm, willing yourself to stay quiet even now he’s seemingly trying to kill you.

and through it all, he’s smirking. relishing the way you’re writhing around, trying not to cum when he nudges against that sweet, spongy spot this position allowed.

his thumb finds your clit again, ‘holy shit sweetheart.. you gonna cum?’ grunting softly with every thrust.

you’re positively wrecked beneath him, face pressed into the couch cushion as your stomach flips. panting into the fabric, incoherent ramblings of eddie’s name and a bunch of curse words fill the room.

‘cum for me baby.. shit,’ struggling to keep his own pace as you tighten around him, leg trembling around his neck as your orgasm takes over. pleasure overtaking your limbs as your hips buck instinctively, thankfully muffled by the couch.

‘oh my god,’ you breathe, struggling to see straight when your eyes eventually reopen, gazing up at eddie above, certain he’s about to draw blood from his teeth digging in to his lip.

‘where.. where shall i- shit,’ he squeezes out, feeling his hips begin to stutter, eyes rolling to the back of his head. he’s just about quick enough to pull out, thick ropes of cum paint your thighs. narrowly avoiding the couch.

if you had the energy to get annoyed, you would’ve snapped, but in all honesty, your brain was still reeling and anger was the last thing you felt.

eddie reaches over, ever the gentleman and grabs his shirt to clean his mess. didn’t matter to him obviously, he had more than enough money to buy another.

and there it is. the bitterness filling your body again the second he’s no longer on top of you, or inside of you rather. you attempt to bite it down.

‘you wanna talk now?’ he asks, pulling his boxers back up to a more respectable position.

‘i’m tired eddie,’ and you are, on a school night like tonight you’d have been fast asleep by now.

he sighs, shoulders slumping over. even after you’d just had the most mind-altering sex, you couldn’t speak to him. ‘please,’ pleading with you almost, desperate for one more chance.

maybe it’s the exhaustion or maybe the dopamine still pumping through your brain but you concede, pulling your shirt back over your head before motioning for him to speak.

‘i don’t have any excuses, i’m just-,’ he sighs, turning on the couch to face you fully, ‘i’m sorry for hurting you, i was wrong and i know that,’ his eyes are dipped, peering at you from underneath his spindly lashes, ‘why d’you think i’ve avoided this place for so long?’

‘i don’t know? because you’re a pussy? because you’re too scared to face me?’ letting the words rattle off your tongue without much thought.

‘because i’m embarrassed,’ he corrects, without much offence, ‘because i’m ashamed and feel like i owe you more than some dick and a shitty apology.. i just didn’t know how i could ever make it up to you,’ half-moon eyes glossy in the low light.

your heart thumps in your chest, blood echoing through your ears. eddie munson, world renowned rockstar was sat on your couch, apologising for something you should’ve forgotten about a long time ago.

the years of hatred and avoidance come tumbling down in a millisecond. all you’d ever wanted was to hear him say sorry. to admit that he’d fucked you over for a life of fame and now you had it, you weren’t exactly sure what to even do with it.

‘okay.. now what? are you gonna make it up to me? because i want to believe you eddie, i do.. but you can’t just traipse in here and expect me to forgive you like that,’ the tears roll over, sliding down your warm cheeks.

he nods, grabbing onto your hands in a last ditch gesture to show his sincerity, ‘i’m going to.. i-i want to,’ he’s still nodding, bringing his face closer to yours, ‘tell me how, i’ll do anything,’ adam’s apple bobbing with every word.

‘stay here,’ your eyes are trained on him, ignoring the blurred vision, ‘not forever, just for now,’ lips pursed, ready to be broken once more.

you half-expect him to come out with some sorry excuse, tell you he had to get back to his hotel so he couldn’t possible stay here.

but he doesn’t.

eddie takes your hand, tugging it gently and with words you don’t register, babbles something about bed. so you follow him, allowing him to guide you to your room and slide in between the sheets next to you.

everything is so gentle, soft and pure. something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

-

‘hey.. sweetheart,’ eddie’s hand gently shakes your arm, whispering into your ear, ‘you awake?’

you squint in the dim light, feeling his hand descend onto your waist, chest pressed against your back, ‘i am now,’ you grumble, it was early.. early even by ella’s standards.

‘i gotta go.. you got work today?’ he asks, making no effort to actually get up and leave your bed though.

you nod into the pillow, rubbing your sleep heavy eyes. in your sleep hazed state, you shuffle, moving backwards against him.

‘okay.. shit- don’t do that,’ strained as you shift against him, unknowingly brushing against his cock, ‘i’ll be back.. after you..’ he’s losing it a little now, ‘after you finish..’ lips pressed to your ear.

you were moving deliberately now, just ever-so-slightly rocking your hips back and forth, you could feel him growing against your ass.

‘i can’t..’ he groans, grip tightening on your hip,

‘please,’ you breathe, reaching backwards to find his mop of curls, taking a fistful for leverage as his own hip’s thrust into your backside, his low growls only spurring you on.

you had been on your own for so long now, could he really blame you?

eddie doesn’t leave for another hour, creeping out of your house with his head low and a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

-

the key turns in your door as you’re loading the dishwasher. you’d given steve a spare for emergencies but it seemed to get used for anything but.

he slinks into the kitchen where you stand with your back to him, ‘hey,’ already knowing who it was.

‘well hello,’ announcing his presence, something about his tone of voice already seemed off, he sounded short, annoyed almost, ‘how have you been?’

‘i’m good..’ you spin to face him, puzzled by his strange demeanour, ‘how are you?’

he’s holding onto something behind his back but you can’t quite catch a glimpse, ‘actually.. i’m a little pissed off,’ you can tell he’s not completely serious by the hint of a smile on his face.

‘hmm? why’s that?’

he looks around the room expectedly, ‘oh i don’t know.. you don’t have anything to tell me, do you?’ shaking his head, still gripping onto this mystery object.

‘no..’ narrowing your eyes, determining whether he knew what you thought he knew.

he did, he one hundred percent did. holy fuck. he’d figured you out already. eddie had opened his big, stupid mouth and told dustin, who would’ve told steve and god knows who else. fucking moron.

‘no? soo..’ his pulls the magazine from behind his back, flipping it to the page he’d already saved, ‘this isn’t real then?’ shoving the glossy pages into your face, ‘because to me.. this looks an awful lot like eddie.. at this very house,’ he jabs his finger at the pixelated image, ‘and this little blob here.. that’s you, no?’

you’re utterly gobsmacked. mouth hung open in pure shock. because that most definitely was eddie.. and your house.. and you. you hadn’t seen anyone with a camera, hell, you hadn’t seen anyone on the street at all.

‘and correct me if i’m wrong, but is this not our friend eddie leaving your house the next morning?’ showing the next image of him leaving your house the day after, hair unruly and messed up, holding his denim jacket in his arms as he climbs into his car.

your mouth moves but no words come out, croaking as you struggle to meet steve’s eyes. completely speechless, there was no feasible excuse. you had been caught with your pants down. literally.

‘i can explain,’ waving your hands around while steve stands smug against the kitchen counter. ‘..no i can’t,’ shoulders slumped as you blink at your best friend, no you really couldn’t. suppose you could’ve come up with some lie about a look-a-like you’d been seeing but that would’ve made you look particularly strange.

‘were you ever gonna tell me?’ he’s almost hurt that you hadn’t ran to him to tell him immediately. this was true best friend gossip and you’d kept him from it.

‘i was! steve.. i don’t even know what happened- he came over to apologise and then we were arguing and then.. then we had sex and it’s not my fault..’ you’re trying, and failing, to contain your smile, flashing your cheeky grin to your best friend in the hopes he would let this slide.

‘i can’t believe you didn’t tell me!’ jutting his bottom lip out, ‘so, you’re getting back together?’ his eyes sceptical yet sparkling with a sense of hope. you’re grateful that all he seems to care about is the fact you lied. or actually, withheld the truth as you preferred it.

‘no.. well.. no, we had dinner together yesterday and he might’ve stayed over but no..’ shaking your head, ‘he’s leaving again soon and we both know what happened last time..’ you shrug, leaning back against the counter, ‘i guess i don’t hate him now, that’s good isn’t it?’

steve looks perplexed, ‘wait wait wait.. so you’re just.. screwing around? and then he leaves again, that’s it? what’s the point?’ taking a seat at the small kitchen table, fully engrossed in the conversation.

‘i dunno.. i guess that’s it?’ you hadn’t really thought about the fact that he’d be leaving again, in fact, you hadn’t really had time to think much at all about what was happening.

you’d just sort of acknowledged that at some point he’d go back to california and you’d stay here and whatever was happening would.. end? it wasn’t as if you were going to be super upset about it like you once were. lots of people fuck their ex’s.. this was fine.

because that’s what this is, right?

just sex with an ex?

‘that’s it?’ steve reiterates, looking completely flabbergasted that the woman who once left the room whenever eddie munson’s name was mentioned was now being so casual about this.

‘yeah,’ you shrug, not wanting to make a massive deal out of it though you could always rely on steve to be over dramatic on your behalf.

‘no,’ he straightens up in the chair, ‘all of this can’t be for nothing,’ sounding utterly exasperated, ‘you two obviously belong together so why don’t you go for it? i could see you living it up out in la.. big house, big car-,’

you cut him off before he can divulge into his delusions any further, ‘i think you’re getting ahead of yourself steve,’ shaking your head at his ludicrous attitude.

you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it once or twice but it seemed silly to start imagining this crazy life together after all these years. he’d barely just made it into your good graces again, you were hardly going to run off to california with him. it was utter delusion.

‘okay okay..’ he scoffs, ‘but i still think you need to talk to him. i don’t want you getting hurt again, okay? just make sure that you’re both on the same page,’ nodding as he stands from his seat and begins to rummage through your cupboards for something to eat.

he was probably right and you knew it deep down. you weren’t keen on being the one to bring the conversation up, not after that first night. after you had sobbed in his arms in bed, letting him soothe you to sleep with a bunch of probable empty promises.

-

when eddie lets himself into your house a few hours later, steve’s eyebrows fly up his forehead but he doesn’t say a word. instead, he nods at the man, keeping his opinions to himself.

the pair of you resemble an old married couple, except you’re the grumpy old man with your wife cuddled into your side. your wife being steve that is.

‘oh.. is this uh, something that happens often?’ eddie asks, settling into the empty chair across from you. slightly miffed that steve was nestled into your side.

‘yup,’ you nod, smiling at him your chin resting on steve’s head. he hadn’t a reason to be jealous, you’d really rather poke your eyeballs out with a fork than do anything remotely sexual with steve.

‘right.. yeah okay,’ eddie says, looking perplexed but sitting back in the chair. if he was going to stick around then this would have to be something that he got used to. because you sure as hell weren’t going to stop being so close with steve for the guy that broke your heart at eighteen.

‘you want a drink?’ you ask, realising that you should probably be a good host even if it was only eddie.

‘yeah sure.’

you untangle yourself from steve and trundle off into the kitchen. steve takes this as the perfect opportunity to grill eddie on his intentions, sitting up straight and making sure that you were really gone before beginning his interrogation.

‘so.. you two?’

eddie shrugs, not wanting to get into it with steve after such a long day.

steve sighs, leaning toward eddie, ‘i’m gonna say this once.. but if you hurt her again, i will kill you,’ staring the other man down. contempt in his eyes. he was dead serious too.

‘i’m not- i’m not gonna hurt her,’ eddie sits up, praying that you’d hurry back with this damn drink.

‘i mean it eddie,’ raising his eyebrows, ‘you didn’t see how she was after you left.. i’m not going through that again, i’m not letting her go through that again.’

‘steve-,’ eddie blinks, stopping himself as you re-enter the room. hoping that you hadn’t heard their conversation, he’d only just got you to stop hating him. he wasn’t prepared to go back to that like, ever.

‘what’re you talking about?’ placing the bottle of beer in front of eddie and collapsing back into your spot on the couch.

‘football,’ steve answers quickly, groaning as he pushes himself off of the sofa, ‘i’m gonna head home, got work in the morning but i’ll see you tomorrow,’ he smiles, winking at you from above.

‘okay,’ you utter, sounding more like a question than a statement, watching carefully as he gathers his things without so much as a glance at eddie. you can only imagine what was actually said but that was truly none of your business.

you’d just grill eddie later to make sure steve hasn’t been too much of an asshole.

‘byee,’ you call out behind him, already eyeing a sheepish eddie. this’d probably be it. you’d known it was coming at some point, you just weren’t sure of when.

if steve’s sudden departure was anything to go off, you were probably right.

the door clicks shut and you turn your attention to eddie who was still sat on the solemn chair. oh god. maybe you had got a little used to having him around again and now to know that it’d all be coming to an abrupt end once again.. yeah you felt a tad shit.

‘what’d you say?’ you ask outright, it made zero sense to beat around the bush.

‘me?’ he looks almost offended, ‘i didn’t say shit.. didn’t get the chance to,’ but he’s smiling ever so slightly and your heart relaxes.

christ you were so stupid. letting him back into your life just to let him walk away a second time. perhaps you’d done something horrific in a past life to deserve this same fate twice.

‘so what did he say?’ you press, unsure of if your even wanted the answer.

eddie sighs before coming to collapse on the couch next to you, ‘it wasn’t important.. look, i wanna be honest with you,’ his hand comes to grab yours and you freeze, bracing yourself for what was inevitably going to come next. ‘you mean a lot to me and.. and i don’t want you to think that i don’t care or that i’m just leaving you again,’ his eyes are focussed on yours, full of what you hope is sincerity.

you don’t reply, instead you nod slightly and urge him to continue. this was it. the kicker. 

‘i’ve gotta go back to la next week,’ his grip tightens around your hand, ‘but i’m coming back as soon as i can, okay?’ he’s serious too and you’d like to believe him but if the past was anything to go by, you weren’t eager.

you nod silently. fuck this. once again, you were sat before eddie munson, listening to his plans to jet off to la. it felt like the cruelest case of deja-vu. if anything, you want to kick yourself for even allowing him to wiggle his way back into your heart. most people know better after the first time.

‘it’s three weeks.. maybe a month, but i’m coming back, i promise,’ he pleads, hanging his head low. he knows there’s absolutely nothing he could say to you that would make you believe him but he had to try.

you hum, frowning just a little before finally replying, ‘i’ve heard that before,’ not meaning to sound as snarky as you did, but it was true.

‘i’m serious, i’m not.. not gonna lose you again, i’ve learnt my lesson,’ his eyes are big and pleading and you’re thrown right back to being eighteen, listening to him convince you how going to la would be the best decision.

‘so.. what? you’re gonna come back to hawkins just to see me? i don’t-,’ you sigh, as much as you wanted to believe him, it just wasn’t plausible in your mind, ‘i just don’t understand, are we together or are you just coming back to fuck? you don’t have to, you know? i’ve made peace with it all and i’m fine.. you don’t have to lie to me anymore.’

if anyone was going to fuck this up, it would be you. that’s for certain.

‘what the fuck?’ he exclaims, genuinely flabbergasted, ‘this is me telling you that i’m serious about this.. about you,’ he takes your hand into his properly, scooting around to face you fully, ‘i love being here with you, and ella and there is nothing out in la worth more than this,’ you think he might just start crying, or you might. or perhaps both of you.

you sniff, not wanting to speak in fear of bursting into hysterics. it was all just so confusing and weird. you’d grown accustomed to eddie being on the other side of the country and now suddenly he was back in your life with what seemed like a a declaration of love. it was just too much to handle. and maybe you blame yourself a little, for not truly thinking about the implications of fucking your ex that had abandoned you years prior. but now it all just seemed to be hurtling in the most intense direction.

you were the one that had told him to stay after all. because really, you could’ve kicked him out, refused to ever even acknowledge him again. but you hadn’t.

‘are you telling me the truth?’ is all that you manage to squeak out. baring resemblance to a small child.

you really must’ve looked pathetic, eyes brimming with tears, bottom lip quivering as you hold in the implosion of emotions. it’s always scary being vulnerable with someone, let alone someone that once meant so much to you.

he still did. as much as you’re absolutely petrified to admit it, he’d weaselled his way back into your heart and now here you are, a mess of emotions and perplexing feelings that are too complicated to handle.

‘i promise you,’ he sighs, clearly fed up of your whining, ‘i’m coming back this time.’

and maybe you’re stupid. maybe you’re still hung up on some high school relationship that ended long ago but you can’t help it, you nod.

idiotically believing him because what else can you do after letting him into your home and your heart again.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x female reader

[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 2 * mv1

you were in the middle of eating dinner alone when you got the feeling of getting punched in the gut

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: i specialise in angst and heartbreak so B)

notes: man i shouldve just written this when my breakup was fresh, because when i tell you my heart was BROKE… (i love oversharing)

(prev) // (next)

your eyes are glued to your phone in your hand, as the other works the chopsticks to grab yourself some noodles. the tv is switched on in the background for some background noise.

the deafening silence in your apartment has haunted you for the past weeks since the breakup. to battle it, the tv is always turned on in your presence to keep you grounded.

you’ve been on instagram scrolling for about 5 minutes when a strange sensation hits you in your stomach. your throat feels weird, and your arms slowly start to feel numb.

you put the chopsticks down onto the plate that sat peacefully on your coffee table. you take a deep breath and lay your phone down on the carpet, looking around the emptiness of your apartment.

it’s the sudden realisation that you almost didn’t have a place to stay after the breakup. you had sublet the apartment your sister when you moved into max’s, and since she got engaged to her boyfriend and bought their own place, you’ve thought about putting it back on the market.

good thing you hadn’t.

it’s the weird void you felt in your chest sitting here all by yourself. being alone has never felt so definite until now.

the silence that creeps up on you every waking moment you’re in here miserably haunts you. you miss the sounds of clicking from max’s driving simulator, or the random clangs of things when the cats were in a mood, and the mews that conveyed dissatisfaction from the food bowl being empty.

your apartment is barely a shell of the home you’ve gotten used to.

you come home to nothing every day. no cats with their affectionate head rubs against your feet, and absolutely no loving boyfriend at the door whose hands cup your cheeks while he greets you with a loving kiss to your lips.

“-max verstappen scores at least three points in the sprint on saturday evening in losail, he will be crowned 2023’s champion.”

the mention of the name makes you lift your head to the tv. there’s your ex-boyfriend in all his glory, spraying champagne and having fun.

being this hung up about the breakup feels almost illegal; like you had the least right out of everyone to be so heartbroken, seeing as you did initiate it.

your phone lights up, notifications from alexandra and kika flooding your lock screen. you admire their determination — you haven’t picked up their calls and responded to text messages in almost 4 days.

you sigh and turn your head, eyes landing on the framed picture of you with the cats. you miss them terribly, almost as much as you miss the man himself. but it’s way more complicated than just dropping by into your old home to visit the cats.

victoria has mentioned to you that it’s no problem if you do in the week, since max is away for a race. you just couldn’t handle the thought to even be in that apartment. you’d just miss him way too much, and you would fold immediately.

but the constant fights that occurred towards the end of your relationship keeps reminding you to stay away. it’s unfair to keep holding on when it hurts you both.

your eyes linger on the frame that’s faced down on your entertainment centre. you have the picture in it memorised: you and max in abu dhabi under the fireworks when he won his first championship.

it was when he had first said he loved you.

how did it dwindle down so quickly? you could have sworn max was everything you wanted in a person. how did his little quirks you once loved about him be the same thing that drew you away?

you glance at the tv screen, the reporter moving on to other news. you’re holding your own hands back from chucking the tv remote at it.

“oh, god,” you mutter to yourself. the tv screen blacks out when you press the button on the remote.

you rub your forehead in frustration, feeling a headache creeping up from the back of your head. it’s the result from crying right before dinner.

the doorbell stops you from grabbing the faced down picture frame to hug— a habit you’ve gotten used to when you and max were separated due to work.

you tilt your head, eyebrows furrowing as you scramble to your feet. you push yourself off the floor and basically drag yourself over without asking who it is.

though, there’s a slight hope sparking up in your chest. could it be?

you unlock the door quickly, a small smile still stretching on your face when you realise who it is. it’s alexandra and kika, plastic bags decorating their hands and arms as they smile sadly at you.

“you really didn’t have to,” you frown, stepping aside and gesturing for them to come in.

“we can’t leave you all by yourself,” alexandra smiles, making a sharp turn for the kitchen.

you follow behind the pair, plastic bags laid down on the table slowly. it’s only then you realise the overnight bags on their shoulders, now neatly piled by the couch.

kika pulls out a bottle from a plastic bag, presenting it to you from where she is with a grin. “i am hoping you like red.”

“if you don’t,” alexandra pauses, taking out another bottle from another, “we have white wine.” she puts it down onto the table, slowly taking out bags of chips and tubs of ice cream. “but if you don’t feel like drinking, we have junk food.”

“we can eat our body weight,” kika smiles at you.

you frown, tears welling in your eyes at their thoughtfulness. “thank you,” you manage to huff out as your tears start falling out of your eyes. “this means so much to me.”

asking max for a breakup was never part of the plan that night. you still don’t even know where it came from because you know that you still want to be with him.

but when his silence filled the tiny room, eyes barely being able to meet yours, you knew that you basically had your answer. you didn’t fight for it any more after seeing the lifeless eyes that once used to be so bright.

maybe he had been beating around the bush. maybe he couldn’t bring himself to be the one to ask you for a breakup.

maybe you asking for it brought him relief, freeing him from the shackles of your deteriorating relationship.

in the flight back home, you were afraid that no one could ever love you as much as max did. but here are your friends, coming over unannounced to take care of you, despite the fact that you’ve been ignoring them.

kika and alexandra engulf you in a hug, one hand patting your hair and the other rubbing circles on your back. “we’re always here for you.”

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #f1 x you #f1 x reader #formula 1 fic #f1 fic #max verstappen fic #max verstappen fanfic #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1

[skipper1331]

best friends sister // Alessia Russo

a/n: based off this request.

Alessia Russo.

Y/n Toone.

Two people.

One mutual contact.

Best friend - sister.

One common rule in the world: never date your best friends little sister.

And: never date your sisters best friend.

Simple? You might think.

Alessia Russo fell in love with you ages ago.

You fell in love with Alessia Russo years ago.

-

"Hi" shy Lessi smiled as you opened the door, "you look nic-" as the blonde was about compliment you, her chaotic best friend stumbled down the stairs. "Less! Hi, i‘m ready to go" the young girl said before she grabbed her purse, "we‘re out shopping" your sister told you as she pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, "ew" your hand wiped away the spit of Ella as she grinned cheekily, linking her arm with Lessi. How i wish that i could kiss her, Alessia daydreamed, red colour covering her cheeks. When Ella pulled her out your shared flat, the italian turned around one last time to look at you, smiling shyly as you waved a good bye.

"why does she have to be so beautiful?" you muttered under your breath, closing the door. Your hand still rested on the door knob, your head falling against the wooden material with a quiet thud.

-

Movie night.

Sitting on the couch with popcorn on your lap, you had a brunette, known as annoying big sister, on your left and you had a blonde, known as a lovely girl, on your right.

20 minutes into the third movie of Pitch Perfect, you heard loud breathing next to you - Ella in dreamland. She could never go through a movie marathon without falling asleep.

As you went to grab more popcorn, too occupied by the movie to notice another hand in the bowl, you shrieked lightly when you felt something warm touch your hand. Ella stirred a little yet didn‘t wake up, drool running further down her chin. "Sorry" you mumbled, cheeks flushing red. "No, i‘m sorry, i wasn‘t looking. Please" Alessia pulled her hand out of the bowl, signing to you that you should take popcorn first. Smiling at her you grabbed a hand full, the blonde going back in as it was her turn now. The two of you fell in a quiet conversation about the movie and the characters as you still watched it. At some point, you rested your head against Alessias shoulder, her body tensed as she got flustered mess, heart racing, skin on fire. She didn‘t know what came over her - where the confidence came from but when she saw your hand resting openly on the blanket she interwined your hands. Nobody dared to say a word or let their eyes leave the tv, your cheeks covered in a blush, lopsided smiles plastered on your face as you simply enjoyed the moment.

Who knows If it‘ll ever come again?

-

The two best friends were in the living room of your apartment as they sat comfortable on the couch, each of them a glass of wine in their hand as you walked down the stairs all dressed up. Alessias breath hitched as she saw you, you look absolutely stunning. Out of reflex, she stood up, eyes wandering over your body, dotting around your curves until the blue orbs stopped at your face. "Wow" she said star struck, she couldn‘t believe the sight she had in front of her, "where are ya goin‘?" the older Toone asked as she eyed you skeptically, "i‘ve got a date" you stated while looking directly at Alessia. Her whole face fell at the word 'date', feeling as she was punched in the gut. The wine glass slipped out of her hand, shattering on the floor, her eyes not leaving yours. "D-date?" it took everything in her not to cry, she felt so hurt.

"Clumsy girl!" Ella laughed, herself standing up to get a broom to sweep up the broken pieces. She didn‘t realize what was happening in front of her eyes - her best friend just got her heart broken.

You left without looking back.

You didn‘t mean to hurt her in any kind of way - she looked sad when you left but why?

-

"Hello?" you answered the phone in the middle of the night.

"My pretty lady, hi" a sweet voice said - the voice you knew so well, the voice that followed you into your dreams. "Lessi?" you asked anyways, your brain not in its full function that early. "No it‘s Alessia Russo, Tooneys best friend" she clarified giggling. "I know who you are- why are you calling me" you looked at your alarm before you continued "at 2am?" she sighed theatrically, "just wanted to hear your sexy morning voice, i guess"

"Lessi are you drunk?"

"Absolutely! HA!" she laughed, jumping up and down at the location she was at.

"Where are you?"

"Hmmm, not gonna tell you"

"Alessia!" your voice got louder and stern. You didn‘t want her to get lost while she was drunk. She was already clumsy sober you didn‘t want to find out what happens If you let her wander around alone and drunk.

"Baby, one day you‘re screaming that"

ignoring her coment, you searched for an app on your phone. Your sister was heavingly annoying but right now you were more than thankful that she had installed a tracking app in case of an emergency - Lessi’s location included. Within minutes you were out of the house, sitting in your car as you drove to the destination.

As you saw the blonde happily jumping around near a club, your heart felt relief - she seemed to be fine. "Less" you said, stepping out of your car, walking towards her.

She threw herself on you, arms flying around your body as she contently greeted you, "looking absolute gorgeous, babygirl"

"What‘re you doing here?!"

"drinking and dancing!" she held her cup with some liquid in the air as she cheered. "Oh my- Lessi" your arm went around her waist as she stumbled over her own feet- not clear If it was the alcohol or her clumsiness.

Finally, buckled in the car seat, you took a seat behind the steering wheel. The radio was playing as you drove home, Ella at Joe‘s. The italian in no condition to be left alone. The whole way she brabbled about something as you occasionally answered with a humm.

At home, you gave her some of your clothes, helping her change.

Something was on her mind as she walked around the kitchen island with a deep frown on her face after she drank the glass of water which you had handed her. "Ya alright?" you asked, blocking her way. She marched over to the living room, standing at the exact same spot, she had stood once before - not enjoying it at all. "You had a date" she stated, "you had a fucking date!" her mood taking a turn, "you had a fucking date and I wasn‘t invited"

Utterly confused you asked, "What?"

"Why didn‘t you ask me?"

"On a date?"

"Yes" her face held the same sadness it had a few days ago when you saw her that night, "my heart shattered in more pieces than that stupid wine glass" she admitted, a single tear slipping out of her eyes.

"Alessia, what‘re you-"

"Stop talking!" with quick steps she was in front of you, walking you back in the kitchen as she trapped your body between her own and the kitchen island, her arms on either side of it, "i want you to be mine" she mumbled against your lips, an inch away, the smell alcohol hitting your nostrils. "I don‘t want you going out on dates, i don‘t want to know that someone else is making you blush - it has to be me! You have to be mine, please"

"Lessi, you‘re drunk, you won‘t remember any of this in the morning" you told her, breaking your own heart. The day finally came where she reciprocated your feelings and admitted it and know you had to tell her that it were drunk slurs.

"This isn‘t the alcohol!" her voice grew loud, "fucking hell"

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as you kind of soaked in the moment, "tell me in the morning and i‘m yours" you whispered, still with your eyes shut.

"Fine, i will" with an ease she picked you up and carried you to your bed, maybe she wasn‘t as clumsy as she was when she was sober. You were about to say something before she put her finger to your lips, shushing you, "don‘t say anything, baby, you’re sleeping in my arms - end of discussion"

Flopping on the free side of the bed, the striker made herself comfortable before she pulled you into her hold. It was new for both of you yet so familiar.

The two of you fell asleep within seconds, sleeping better than ever.

-

You were the first one up, strong arms wrapped around your body and gentle breaths hitting the nape of your neck. Turning in her hold, you took the chance to admire her, she looked so cute. It wasn‘t a rare sight for you per se, she‘s at your home all the time but something about her laying in your bed, holding you tight made it much more special.

You had to break the moment, though. If she really wants you, she would know without the clue of you being in her arms. You wanted to know: were it just slurs?

Slowly, you entangled your body, the blonde grumbling as nothing was in her arms yet still sleeping. you made your way down to the kitchen, starting to make breakfast as music was softly playing in the background. In your own mind, you didn‘t hear her come down the stairs, messy hair, cheeks puffed from last night. Her head hurt like shit, "mornin‘" she greeted, taking a seat on the stool. Wordlessly, you placed a glass of water in front of her, pills next to it.

"Thank you"

You hoped she would say something, say something about last night, about what she admitted.

In the meantime, she played with her glass, counting the left over water droplets, "you know," she started, the empty glass on the counter, "i still want you to be mine"

Your movements stopped, everything just stopped.

"I‘m sorry for last night but not for what i said, i remember everything and if my mind isn‘t playing some games, you‘re mine now" she walked around the island, confidence radiating from her body. Like last night, her arms wrapped around your smaller frame with her forehead resting against your own, "say yes, please. I can‘t stand a day with the knowledge you‘re going out with other people"

Your heart fluttered at her gentle touch, skin burning, "yes"

-

Ella didn‘t know a thing about the two of you, her best friend and little sister - girlfriends.

The last few months had been the happiest of your life, Alessia was an angel, treated you like a royalty, kissed you like you were her forever.

"Baby," the striker looped her arms around your waist from behind as she pressed soft kisses to the side of her neck, "looking stunning as always"

"Lessi" you giggled, interwining your hands as you swayed around, "my pretty girl, amore, the prettiest"

Both of you heard the door open way to late as a loud Ella Toone barged in, "Hi!" she yelled, you jumped away from Alessia, her hands leaving your body as she turned around to the cupboard, "oh hi Less" the Mancunian smiled, not seeing the interaction Alessia had with her little sister, "what‘re you doing here?" she asked instead

"Came to suprise you!" the italian lied, out of the matter of fact, the thing you had was something new and private, nobody knew. And to be honest, neither of you knew how Ella would react. Would she support you? Would she be angry?

-

"Oi! What‘s that?" Ella asked as the three of you sat like so often on the couch, her thumb flew to your neck, rubbing over the reddish mark. Lessi‘s hickey. Your hand swatted Tooney‘s away, holding your neck as a slight hiss left your throat. Alessia chocked on air - she got carried away last night when you visited her, "burnt myself with the curling iron" you stuttered, trying to cover your flustered and caught self.

"Are ya turning into clumsy-Lessi?" she laughed, smacking your thigh, amused by her own joke.

Thankfully, Ella didn‘t realize that there were no curls in your hair.

-

"What are you wearing?" your sister asked her best friend as they sat in the coffee shop.

Confused, the striker looked down at herself, "a hoodie?"

"From whom?"

Just now, Alessia realized it wasn‘t her own - yours. It was the first thing she saw this morning and in her groggy morning state she didn‘t recognized that it was yours. "Looks likes Y/ns" the midfielder added to her question as she took a sip.

"Uh! It‘s not yours?"

"No?"

"Oh shit. The other day when i waited for you, i grabbed it 'cause it looked so cozy, didn‘t know it was hers" she rambled.

"Nah, no worries. We‘re family"

Alessia gulped, oh gosh, how is she ever gonna tell her best friend that she’s in love let alone in a relationship with her little sister?

-

It went on like this for half a year, Ella didn‘t know a thing. Both of you felt bad lying to her but on the other side you didn‘t know what to do.

Alessia loved you.

You loved Alessia.

And the two of you cared so much about Ella and her opinion. So every day that passed, the harder it got for you, the more your heart broke.

"Lessi, i don‘t want to her find out about us, i wanna tell her and everyone" you mumbled in her chest. "I know, baby, me too" she kissed your forehead with so much love as she held you close, "I promise we will tell her soon"

-

"Oh Less, hi? tooney asked as she opened the door.

"Can I come in?" the blonde asked, fists balling as she tried to stay calm.

"Sure! Ya don‘t have to ask"

In a firm voice, she told her bestie, "We need to talk about something" Ellas face growing pale, the striker never one to be this serious, "yeah sure, let‘s take a seat" she signaled to the couch, yet Alessia didn‘t move, "is your sister here?" ske asked instead.

"Yeah, she’s in her room. What is going on?"

"Y/n!" Alessia shouted so you would come down. She didn‘t talk to you about what she was about to do, what she was going to admit but she didn‘t want to lie to her best friend another day and she didn‘t want to hide her feelings for you either.

As you patted down the stairs, you saw your girlfriend with a determined expression on her face and a confused sister sitting on the couch. "Hi" you greeted. Nonetheless that she had a clenched jaw, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner, pulling you in front of the couch where Ella was sitting.

"I‘m dating your sister" the italian stated firmly. As Ella was about to say something, she cut her off, "before you say something: i love her. And i know sisters are a no-go but i couldn‘t help myself." her voice grew shaky at the so thought end, "please don‘t hate me" she whispered as she looked at Ella who had an unreadable expression on her face. Shamefully, you looked to the ground, squeezing Lessi’s hand: you‘re with her.

Ella didn‘t say anything - she needed to gather her thoughts. After 5 minutes, you were a nervous mess, the same as your girlfriend, "Ella, we‘re so sorry. It- it just happened" you explained, trying to save the situation.

Like a robot, the young lioness stood up from the couch, both of you inhaling sharply, "I‘m so happy!" she exclaimed, arms swinging over your bodies, pulling you in a bear hug. You didn't expect that reaction but were more than happy with it, "that‘s so cool! My little sister and best friend! Less, you’re gonna be my sister-in-law"

Sighing in relief, you felt at peace, all the nerves washing off your body, "You’re not mad?" Less asked to be sure.

"Nah! i love this"

And she meant it when she said it, maybe she didn‘t know about it from very first day and as obvious as she can be, Ella saw your and Alessias mood change over the last few moths, both of you seemed much more happy and at peace. Even If she couldn‘t connect the dots, she was now your biggest supporter.

She sailed the ship Russo-MiniToone.

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Misguided Messages

Summary: Y/N’s ex can’t handle the fact that she moved on from him and she’s happy with Hook. But when he starts doing more than sending them glares backstage, Hook makes it known that you don’t ever threaten his girl.

Warnings: creepy ex, cussing, violence, blood, threats, fights, protective!Hook, angst?, fluff, simp!Hook, teensy tiny bit of spice if you squint

𝘼/𝙉: AAAAHHHHH, I’m doing it! I’m finally posting an imagine🥳😭 I hope you guys love it! It’s definitely not perfect, and I’ve got a lot to learn, but I tried my bestest! And of course I have to give SO MUCH THANKS to @99hook!!🧡 I would never have posted this if it wasn’t for her love and support!!!! Thank you so much bestie for motivating me and I hope you love it bestie!!!🥰🧡🖤

Having an ex work at the same company as you shouldn't be that big of a deal.

You'd think everyone should be able to behave professionally and go about their day to day lives normally.

But no; because Y/N's ex didn't know the meaning of the word normal.

He was a low card wrestler at AEW; barely even on tv. He was only shown when the better wrestlers needed an easy win.

She had dated him a long time ago, back when she was in college and he was still in the indies.

But now she had risen the ranks in AEW backstage, and was a fan favorite backstage interviewer and occasionally she even got to dabble in storylines.

It was right around when he first joined Team Taz that Hook met Y/N.

There was an instant attraction between the two, and she even pulled his first words out of him in a backstage interview.

Everyone could see the chemistry between them; even the fans picked up on it.

The fans really started to ship them after a particular incident.

"So Ricky, Hook, how is Team Taz feeling about the upcoming-" Her question is cut short when Darby Allin and Sting come from out of nowhere and attack the two. 

Y/N let's out a pained yell as she gets pushed over in the chaos and twists her ankle.

Her eyes widen however when Hook punches Sting extremely hard in the gut, before running over to kneel beside her.

He scoops her up into his arms and backs away from the fight. "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok" she replies. "You should go help Ricky, I'm alright"

Hook just shakes his head no, casting one more glance over to Ricky. He and Ricky exchange nods, and he knows Ricky's got it handled.

So he turns and walks down the hall towards the medical room. "I saw you land on your ankle; how bad does it hurt?"

"Not that bad" Y/N answers. "I think my heels just made it hurt worse"

Hook nods, and it's then that he notices the camera man following them.

He scowls, and adjusts Y/N so he's holding her with one arm before shoving the camera to the ground. "Get that shit out of her face!"

After that, fans were itching to see them get together. And even though neither one were willing to admit it, they were too.

But it wasn't until Hook's in ring debut that it finally happened.

"Hey Hook!" Y/N runs over to him with an excited smile. "Are you excited to debut?!"

"Damn.." Hook can't help but audibly groan at the sight of her.

She was always a sight to behold, but tonight she looked even more breathtaking than usual. She had on a cropped corset top with a see through bodice that had floral lace patterns etched onto it, high waisted leather short-shorts, knee high black boots that had orange rhinestones bedazzling the heel, her natural hair down, and very light makeup; the only pop of color was bright orange highlighting the inner corner of her eye.

"Y-Yeah" Hook stutters out an answer to her question.

"You're gonna do absolutely amazing!" Y/N encourages.

He smiles, bashful at her praise. "Thanks Y/N"

"Tyler!" The two look up when Hook's name is called.

Taz, who was walking over to check on his son, can't help but smirk and chuckle at the pink color on Hook's cheeks. That was definitely not something you see everyday.

"How are you feeling about your first match son?" Taz asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm all good dad" he replies.

"And Y/N, it's always lovely to see you honey" Taz greets. "And you're representing the FTW colors, I love it"

"Thanks Taz" Y/N grins. "I thought it was appropriate given Hook's debut"

"Absolutely!" Taz agrees with a grin. "You know, it's a shame to put that outfit to waste"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asks.

"Well, Ricky and Hobbs aren't able to go out with Hook tonight. So, if you're both cool with it, you could go out with him. Maybe stand ringside" Taz offers.

Hook's eyes widen as he shoots his dad a warning look. His dad was always trying to meddle with him and Y/N-

"I'd love to!"

His eyes widen even more as his head snaps back down to look at Y/N. "R-Really?"

"Yeah! If you'd like me too, of course" Y/N replies.

"Yes! I'd be happy for you to" Hook scrambles to get the words out fast enough before doing his best to recollect himself and return his face to its usual stoicalness.

Taz let's out a laugh, before patting Hook's shoulder. "Well I best be going, commercial's almost over and I gotta get back to commentary. You're up next son, and you're gonna do great. See you two later"

They both say goodbye before Hook turns to Y/N. "Sorry he just volunteered you to do that. You really don't have to if you don't want to"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks. "Of course I want to"

Before Hook can respond his music hits.

"Well go on!" Y/N encourages. "I'll be right behind you"

He smiles back at her, and takes a deep breath before daring to peck her on the cheek really quickly before walking out.

Y/N falters for a second, and blushes wildly while her fingers brush over where he kissed her.

Then she snaps out of it and follows him out.

Y/N grins proudly at the pop he gets from the audience, and claps along with them as she trails behind him down the ramp.

He circles the ring as Y/N stops in his corner.

Hook climbs in and walks over to his corner, paying Fuego Del Sol no mind as he leans against the turnbuckle.

Y/N smirks mischievously before climbing up to the apron and looking right in Hook's eyes.

He has to stop himself from reacting to the close proximity of their faces as she leans against the opposite side of the turnbuckle.

"I know you're gonna do amazing" she smiles softly, running her hand over his jaw.

He has to fight as hard as possible to stop a smile from overtaking his face.

Her thumb trails over his bottom lip as he stares at her adoringly.

And when the ref walks over to tap Hook on the shoulder so he'll turn around, she pecks him right on the lips before hopping off the apron and down to ringside.

His eyes widen, and his eyes trail after her.

She smirks at him, and points towards Fuego to indicate he should turn around.

He sends her a smirk back before turning to focus on his match.

He officially asked her to be his girl as soon as they got backstage, and she was so excited to say yes. After that Y/N and Hook were always together.

She always accompanied him to the ring, and Hook would be lying if he said he didn't love getting to show her off.

Y/N in turn, loved to be shown off by him. The way he was so proud to be her boyfriend made her heart melt.

Y/N was also not afraid to get in someone's face if they were messing with Hook.

At Hook's third match, when QT Marshall grabbed his ankle, Y/N was quick to intervene.

"Hey! Bastard!" Y/N storms around the ring to plant herself face to face with QT Marshall.

Was he much bigger than her, and a trained wrestler? Yes. But did he intimidate her? Not at all.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Ricky exclaims from commentary. "Pissed off woman headed your way QT! Better watch out!"

Taz laughs. "Ain't no saving him now!"

"Keep your pathetic hands to your damn self!" She screams. "You're just pissed because Hook has already surpassed you and this is only his third professional match! You're so desperate to prove that you can train someone better than him; and you're too stupid to realize that's never gonna happen! Because Hook has more natural talent in his pinky finger than you have in your whole body!"

Hook can't help but peer over at his girl, a cocky smirk resting on his face as he watches her defend him.

"You listen here-" QT points his finger in Y/N's face.

But he's cut off by the bell ringing, signaling the end of the match.

Neither of them had realized that Hook locked Solo in a redrum.

Y/N let's out a cheer as she hops up onto the apron, but before she fully steps into the ring QT beats her to it.

Hook lightly pushes her back, signaling for her not to get in as he steps up to QT.

Hook turns away from QT after a moment, sick of the man yelling in his face, and that’s when QT grabs Hook's arm and yanks Hook around to face him.

The look on Hook's face is dangerous, and QT quickly raises his hands in surrender.

But it was way too late, and Y/N lets out a laugh when Hook hits him with an overhead throw and plants him onto the mat.

Hook turns back to her, and jumps out of the ring. He stops and holds his hand out to help her down.

She smiles at him as the two walk up the ramp, with Hook placing his hand on Y/N's hip and pulling her into his side.

"You screaming at him was so fucking sexy" he breathes into her ear.

Y/N looks up at him, and he smirks at the blush on her face.

But QT Marshall just never knew when to quit.

The match between Serpentico and Hook was extremely quick.

Serpentico didn't even have an opportunity to take his kimono off before he tapped.

Taz, Ricky, and Y/N were all laughing and cheering for Hook's win as he kept Serpentico locked in the redrum after the bell.

But Y/N's smile morphs into a glare when QT Marshall comes strolling out. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is the exact crap I'm talking about! Hey! This is what I'm talking about! You idiots don't realize what he's doing!"

Hook lets Serpentico go to turn and face QT with an annoyed look.

"Hitting the guy before the bell, keeping the choke on too long. His dad's laughing about it, his girlfriend's cheering him on" QT complains.

Y/N quirks an amused eyebrow at him, and nods her head.

Taz laughs again from his seat at the commentary table. "Yeah I am"

Hook just rolls his eyes and waits for Y/N to join him at his side before walking up the ramp.

"He's a delinquent!" QT exclaims.

Y/N intertwines her fingers with his as they walk by QT without acknowledging him.

But Y/N let's out a surprised yelp when QT grabs her arm and turns her to face him.

Hook feels her be yanked back, and whips around with a furious glare.

He pushes Y/N behind him, before getting chest to chest with QT.

QT continues to scream, but Hook doesn't really hear any of it. All he knows is that QT touched his girl.

Hook grabs QT and T-Bones him as hard as he can.

Hook stands up, and walks over to Y/N. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah, I'm good Ty" she answers with a smile.

Hook takes her hand again, and steps over QT's body.

He then turns around to place his hands on Y/N's waist and pick her up to place her on the other side of QT so she doesn't have to step over him.

Taz is still laughing at commentary as the two walk backstage. "You never put your hands on Hook's girl! And if you do, he's gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

"They're like AEW's Bonnie and Clyde!" Excalibur says with a laugh.

Y/N also started learning to commentate around that time, and Taz was happy to be her mentor.

Y/N was sitting at the commentary table next to Taz. She was quiet for the time being, because QT Marshall was out there with one of his students and Y/N refused to acknowledge him.

But then something catches her attention, and she turns to look at QT with a raised eyebrow. "Ladies and gentlemen, the recipient of the first ever QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment: Hook!"

She crosses her arms as she stares QT down, suspicious of his intentions.

But she can't help a smile growing on her face when Hook's music hits, and he comes walking out.

He glances over at her before making his way down the ramp.

"What?!" Chris Jericho exclaims surprisedly.

"The cold-hearted handsome devil: Hook" Excalibur says.

"Here he comes!" Jericho exclaims excitedly.

"We're not quite sure what the hell this is about with QT and the certificate of accomplishment" Taz says.

"Hook looks annoyed that somebody woke him up to send him out here" Jericho laughs, making Y/N laugh as well. "He probably is"

"QT likes to take a lot of credit for training Hook" Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N goes to stand up, but Taz grabs her arm and lightly pulls her back down. "Don't go smacking the guy up just yet Y/N" he says with a chuckle.

Y/N recrosses her arms as she keeps her eyes fixed on the ring.

"This is such a special night" QT starts. "I mean normally a mentor-" he stops when the crowd starts chanting for Hook. "Yeah, give it to him guys. He deserves it. Normally a mentor would get jealous when his protege surpasses him, but not me, I'm not a selfish kind of guy-"

Y/N laughs when the audience boos at that.

"I'm not!" QT insists. "So I’m just gonna get right to it.  Hook, congratulations. This is something you're gonna be able to tell your grandkids about. You are the recipient of the inaugural, first ever, QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment"

QT takes the plaque from Aaron Solo as he shoots off a confetti gun.

Y/N can't help but giggle at the unimpressed look on Hook's face as confetti falls around him.

"What the hell is going on?" Taz groans.

But then Hook slams Solo's head into the certificate, making Y/N and Taz burst into laughter as Hook makes his way back up the ramp.

But Y/N's smile drops when Danhausen comes creeping out from backstage.

She immediately stands up and storms over when Danhausen tries to curse Hook.

Hook is completely unfazed, and moves to step around Danhausen.

But Y/N snatches the back of Danhausen's shirt and pulls him around to face her before slapping him right in the face.

Everyone at the commentary table cringes at the sound.

"Y/N just slapped the taste out of Danhausen's mouth!" Jericho laughs hysterically at the shocked look on Danhausen's face.

"I think the curse backfired on Danhausen!" Excalibur exclaims.

"You don't mess with Y/N's man you guys" Taz laughs.

Hook wraps his arm around Y/N's waist and pulls her backstage as she glares at Danhausen.

"Calm down mamas" he breathes into her ear.

Hook smirks as she falters, and he admires the blush lighting up her face. "You like that nickname mamas?"

Y/N nods, burying her face in his chest as she hugs around his torso.

He laughs softly and presses a kiss on top of her head. "The last time you reacted like that was when I called you babygirl"

He just laughs again when she has a similar reaction, before swatting his chest. "Stop teasing me!"

"I'm sorry babygirl" he says in a low tone. He lets his hands trail down her body to rest on her hips. "I didn't mean to tease you. I just love those cute little reactions.. my cute girl"

Y/N smiles up at him, and gets on her tip toes to press a kiss to his nose.

Hook's face flushes red, and it's Y/N's turn to smirk. "It's ok, because I love your cute little reactions too honey"

Hook squeezes her hips, and leans down to bury his head in the crook of her neck. That nickname always made him bashful and blush.

Y/N giggles and runs her fingers through his hair.

Even after Hook accepted Danhausen as a tag partner, Y/N was a little unsure of him.

She didn't like how he wanted to fight Hook at first, and Y/N was a little protective of Hook.

But he did grow on her eventually, and she was so excited when the two worked together to beat Tony Nese and Mark Sterling.

But it was around this time that Y/N's ex was suddenly unable to keep his stupid fucking mouth shut.

"Hello Miss Y/N" she hears from behind her, and turns to face Danhausen with a smile.

"Hello Danhausen" she greets back. "How are you today?"

"Very well, very well indeed. I just came over to see-"

"Y/N" Danhausen is cut off by a man he doesn't recognize stepping out in front of them.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but Danhausen notices the way she takes a step closer to him. "What do you want Matthew?"

"I just wanted to talk to you without your little boy toy behind you" Matthew scowls.

"Uh, hello. Danhausen here" Danhausen waves. "She has a very evil friend instead"

"Like I'm scared of you" Matthew laughs.

"Like you have any room to talk" Y/N retorts. "At least Danhausen gets matches. When was the last time you wrestled? I don't even know, but I'm sure it was a throw away match to get someone else over"

Y/N smirks at the look on Matthew's face, knowing what she said was true.

"Just leave me the fuck alone Matthew" Y/N demands. "You know I have a boyfriend. And he is a hundred times the man you could ever dream of being, and makes me a million times happier than you ever did"

With that she grabs Danhausen's arm and pulls him down the hall with her.

"I'm not gonna give up that easily! Mark my words, you'll be hearing from me!" Matthew yells.

Danhausen turns to curse him, but Y/N just yanks him down the hallway. "He's not even worth it"

"Who was that despicable person?" Danhausen asks.

"He's just an ex" Y/N answers. "He just has a hard time accepting that I broke up with him. He hadn't bothered me in a while though.. I thought he was finally gonna leave me alone"

"We should tell Hook" Danhausen says.

"No! Please don't!” Y/N immediately replies. "Tyler will loose his damn mind, and he needs to be focused on his match tonight. The last thing I want is for him to get suspended or something because he attacked Matthew. Which we both know is what he'll do"

Danhausen is silent for a few moments, before huffing. "Fine, Danhausen will not tell for now. But if he bothers you any more we must"

It didn't take very long for him to do just that.

But this time he made the mistake of doing it when Hook was around.

Y/N giggles at a joke Danhausen tells her as the two sit in catering.

It was late; the last match had wrapped up a while ago, so they were the only ones there.

They had decided to hang out at the venue a little later than usual, and Hook was now taking a shower really quick before the three headed out.

"Hey Y/N"

"Ew!" Danhausen screams. "It is creepy rat man!"

Y/N can't help but burst out in laughter at Matthew's expense.

"I want to talk to you" Matthew says, attempting to be assertive in his tone.

But Y/N had changed a lot from the meek girl she was when she was with him. That tone may have worked on her once, but never again.

And she knew that infuriated him when she looked over at him with a bored expression. "I don't wanna talk to you though. So too bad"

"You really think you're all that now because you're Hook's latest piece of ass, huh? He doesn't give a damn about you, but you're too fucking stupid to realize that. He'll never treat you the way I did-"

"The way you did?!" Y/N exclaims, jumping up from her seat to glare daggers at him. "You're right. Tyler would never treat me the way you did. He would never treat me like I'm worth nothing more than a fuck. You expected to be able to treat me like shit, and then still have me waiting for your beck and call. Well newsflash Matthew; you may have destroyed me back then, but I healed myself. And Tyler has shown me what it's like to be loved. He's shown me what being with a real man is like"

"Hey bitch!" Everyone's head snap over to the hallway, where Hook is storming over with a look in his eyes that Y/N had never seen.

Hook snatches Matthew up by the collar with a dangerous look on his face before landing a vicious punch right on his jaw.

"Tyler!" Y/N exclaims as Danhausen immediately tries to pull him off of Matthew. 

Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him towards her.

Hook let's her do so, but he doesn't stop glaring at Matthew. "You mess with my girl again and I'll knock your fucking teeth in"

And after that Hook lets Y/N drag him down the hallway.

Neither one of them say a word until they get to Hook's dressing room.

Hook wordlessly sits down on the couch, and furrows his eyebrows when Y/N lingers by the door and doesn't sit down next to him.

He holds his hand out, signaling for her to come over to him, but she doesn't.

"Get your cute little ass over here" Hook says with a little pout.

Y/N breaks out into a smile at that, and does as told.

When she gets close enough he grabs her hips and pulls her down to sit on his lap facing him.

Y/N wraps her arms around his torso and buries her head against the side of his neck. "I'm sorry"

"For what?" Hook asks, leaning back a little in an attempt to look at her. But she holds on tighter and doesn't let him. "For all that with Matthew"

"It wasn't your fault" Hook replies, but she can feel his body tense. "Who was he though?"

"He's an ex" Y/N answers.

Hook doesn't like the vague answer, and gently wraps his hands in her hair to pull her head up and makes eye contact with her. He didn't give a damn about some stupid little ex of Y/N's; he knew that Y/N only wanted him, just like he only wanted her. But he does care when that ex starts bothering her. "Has he been bothering you before today?"

Y/N shrinks under his gaze, but when she tries to look down he tightens the grip on her hair slightly. "I.. Only a couple times"

"Y/N" Hook chides. "These are the kinds of things you have to tell me"

"I know" Y/N says softly. "I just didn't want you to get in a fight with him or something"

Hook sighs, before pulling her to him and kissing her softly.

When they pull away Y/N lays her head on his chest as Hook runs his hand up and down her back, occasionally kissing her head and whispering sweet words to her.

That was a couple months ago, and Matthew had let up a bit.

He never approached her in person anymore; but he did message and call her.

Y/N knew she should tell Hook, but she was scared he'd snap and beat him up again.

It was a miracle that Matthew didn't report Hook the first time, and Y/N didn't want to risk Hook loosing his job over her.

So she just dealt with his abusive texts and voicemails, and did her best to not let it bother her.

But it obviously did, and Hook was beginning to pick up on it.

Like right now.

Y/N and Hook were snuggled up together on their hotel bed. Y/N was tucked into his side with her head on his chest, and Hook had his chin resting on top of her head while absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her back.

But then Y/N's phone started ringing.

Hook began to move to hand it to her, but she squeezed him tighter. "Don't move" she whined.

He laughs softly at her, and peers down at her with an adoring smile. "You're adorable babygirl, but it could be something important"

Y/N pouts, before turning to grab her phone.

Hook looked back at the tv, which was playing a rerun of Y/N's favorite show.

Hook had turned it on for her while she was getting ready for bed.

But his head snaps over to her when he hears a little sniffle escape her. 

He pulls himself up to rest against the headboard, and gently places a hand on her back. "Talk to me mamas.. tell me what's going on so I can help you"

Y/N hesitates, and stares down at her phone. "I'm scared to"

Hook furrows his eyebrows at that. Why would she be scared to tell him something?

Hook places his hands on her waist and turns her to face him. She looks down at the bed, but he puts his finger under her chin and tilts her head up to look at him. "You can tell me anything Y/N. Anything. You know that"

"I know.." She mumbles. "It's not how it sounds. I just don't want you to get in trouble"

"Why would I get in trouble?" Hook asks.

"Because I think you may kill someone" Y/N answers with a soft smile.

Hook cracks a smile as well. "If they're bothering you, you may be right"

"Tyler" Y/N chides, lightly swatting his chest as they smile at each other.

"Ok, ok" he relents. "I at least won't kill anyone tonight"

Y/N takes a deep breath. "It's Matthew.."

Hook's eyes harden immediately, and he has to take a couple deep breaths of his own. "What about him?"

"Ever since you punched him, he hasn't come up to me in person. But he has been messaging and calling me" Y/N admits. "He always says the meanest things and it's just-" Y/N sniffles again, and Hook wipes away a stray tear with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to say anything to you because I was scared you'd attack him and get suspended or fired and I can't even imagine you being gone and I-"

Hook cuts her rambling off by placing his lips against her's.

Y/N immediately melts into him, placing her hands on his neck as her holds her face and their lips move in sync.

He pulls away after a few seconds and kisses her forehead before speaking. "I'm not happy you didn't tell me.. but I guess I understand why. I shouldn't have acted the way I did before. Maybe then you would have told me-"

Y/N places a finger against his lips, cutting his sentence short. "No. You know what? Neither one of us is gonna apologize. Did either of us handle the situation perfectly? No. But none of it is our fault's; it's his"

Hook smiles softly before nodding.

He pulls her body flush against his, and nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Y/N giggles as he starts leaving kisses there.

"I think he's just mad because he doesn't have the sexiest girl in the world to keep him warm at night anymore" Hook teases, and Y/N let's out a surprised squeal when he slaps her ass.

"Tyler!" She chides through giggly laughter, and he laughs along too.

The two spend the rest of the night too wrapped up in each other's presence to even remember Matthew's name.

A couple of peaceful weeks went by after that.

Matthew had called a couple times and sent a couple of messages, but Y/N just ignored them.

She told Hook every time, and he wanted nothing more than to track Matthew down and make it so he was terrified to even breathe in Y/N's direction.

But she begged him not to do anything rash, and he reluctantly agreed.

Hook kept true to that agreement for almost a month.

The two were at the arena, getting ready for that night's rampage. Y/N had gotten into the shower while Hook was putting on his ring gear and taping his fists.

"Ty!" Y/N called.

Hook immediately hopped up and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah mamas?"

She doesn't say anything, but she sticks her head around the shower curtain and pouts her lips.

Hook smirks, and walks over to place his lips against her's.

He reaches into the shower, before she giggles and closes the curtain. "You can't come in here! You're gonna get your tape wet! And your precious hair!"

Hook just chuckles. "You're the one who called me in here"

With that he walks back into the dressing room, but stops when Y/N's phone starts lighting up.

He grabs it, and starts to circle back to the bathroom to let her know she had gotten some messages, when he realizes who the messages are from.

Hook scoffs as he watches more and more messages from Matthew pop up on the screen, and with each one he feels his body heating up in anger.

But then a particular one delivers, and Hook tosses the phone down on the couch before storming out of the room with a rapid heartbeat, a clenched jaw, and clenched fists.

When Y/N gets out of the shower, she is greeted with an empty dressing room.

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, but figures Hook just left to do something real quick.

She gets dressed and started on her makeup.

But right as she finishes putting on her lipgloss her door is swung open, and Ricky Starks comes rushing in.

"What the hell Ricky?! You scared the hell out of me!" Y/N exclaims.

"You gotta come with me" Ricky says, and grabs her arm to pull her out of the room.

"Where? What's wrong?" Y/N asks.

"Hook's beating the hell out of some random jobber" Ricky answers, and Y/N feels her stomach drop.

The closer they get Y/N can hear the fighting and yelling, and she pulls away from Ricky to just run towards the sounds quicker.

"Tyler!" She screams when she sees him holding a bloody and beaten Matthew up against the wall by his neck.

"Huh?! Come on! Threaten someone who will fight back you son of a bitch!" Hook screams, not even hearing Y/N over the blood pumping in his ears.

"Tyler!" Y/N yells again, and runs over.

Hook whips around when he feels someone trying to pull him off of Matthew, but his wild eyes soften when the see it was Y/N.

But she wasn't looking at him, she was watching with wide eyes as Matthew slid right down the wall as soon as Hook wasn't holding him anymore.

"What the hell Tyler?!" Y/N yells.

Hook just stares at the floor, chest heaving and sweat running down his body.

"Matthew swung first" Ricky speaks up from behind them. "Hook went up to him yelling and shit, but he never touched Matthew until after he punched Hook"

"I knew you wouldn't want me to.." Hook mumbles, nervously looking up from the floor to make eye contact with her.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Why don't you two go to Tony's office and explain all that then" Y/N says shortly, watching as medics finally run over and start tending to Matthew. She felt guilty that she just couldn't bring herself to feel bad for him. But Ricky said that Matthew swung first, so whatever happened to him was his own fault.

Hook doesn't move though, and stares at Y/N like a lost puppy. "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N sighs, before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms tightly around her in return.

"I'm not happy you came out here looking for him, as I assume that's why you left the room"

Y/N looks up at him with a pointed look, and he looks at the wall to avoid eye contact. "But, if he swung first then I'm not mad at you for the fight"

"I had to. I couldn't let him say what he said to you, I'll always defend you" Hook says firmly.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"You didn't look at your phone?"

Y/N was sitting in her and Hook's shared hotel room while scrolling through all the messages Matthew sent that day.

And Y/N knew exactly which one must have set Hook off.

You don't wanna respond to me bitch? That's fine, because when Hook goes out for his match tonight I'm gonna find you and teach you to never ignore me again. And trust me, you'll never forget it.

Y/N didn't even want to think about what he had been planning to do before Hook found him; and she couldn't be anything but grateful to Hook.

She had heard that Matthew was in the hospital with broken bones and other injuries, and she wondered if that would have been her without Hook.

Matthew had never actually hit her during their relationship, but he came very close when she broke up with him.

But her thoughts are interrupted when the door swings open.

She jumps up and runs over to tightly hug Hook. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, it's all ok baby" Hook comforts, running his fingers through her hair. "There was a video of the whole thing so I'm not in any trouble"

"Thank God" Y/N breathes out. "And Matthew?"

"He's gonna be fired. You know, whenever he wakes up" Hook brags with a lopsided smirk.

Y/N laughs, and gets on her tiptoes to peck his lips. "I love you so much. And thank you, I can't help but think about what could have happened-"

Hook leans down to cut her off with a kiss, before pulling away and resting his forehead against her's. He lets his hands rest on her hips as he stares into her eyes. "You don't ever have to worry about someone hurting you. Not ever again. Not when I'm around, which will be forever"

Y/N smiles, and lets out a surprised laugh when he picks her up and carries her over to the bed.

She gets comfortable under the covers as he puts on pajamas.

He lays down next to her and she immediately nuzzles into his side.

Hook wraps an arm around her waist, and uses his free hand to draw random shapes on her exposed stomach.

Y/N sleepily smiles as she realizes he's writing out 'I love you' at one point. "I love you too"

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[whatthehellami]

The hero was feeling terrible. They should have just gone for an engineering or medical degree but instead they went for the most "glorious" job in the country. The TV show which glamorized this job was partly to be blamed. Neither did they get married nor do they have a stable pay. Life is most unfair to the best.

They slowly got back on their feet, unable to completely straighten their body due to the harsh punch which the villain sweetly gifted  them.

"You're so slow today that it's seriously getting boring. It's going to be 12 soon and I think I'll just wrap this up early and go home."

"Actually I've caught a cold. And you...you bastard you are in your top form today."

The villain laughed, walking leisurely towards the hero. "Your government really sucks. Even we have sick leaves." They clapped the hero's shoulder. "See, this is when you need to reconsider your career choices."

The hero took the chance to deliver a straight punch to the villain's guts but they were sadly blocked.

"My mom was correct, goodness is a thing of the past. Here I'm worried about you and you..." They tsked disapprovingly. "Now please let me do the honors of becoming the winner of this fight."

The villain's hand on their heart felt like a boulder. For a second, all hero could feel was complete darkness and panic as their heart rate decreased. They could taste death. In fact, they almost shook hands with the grim reaper before they were forcefully brought back to mortal world.

They wheezed and panted on the ground, their ears ringing and their hands shivering. Till date they had just heard about the villain's "superpower" and made fun of it. They were eating their own words now.

They were too preoccupied to notice that the villain was also in the same state. After stabilizing themselves and coming to their full senses, they understood the full gravity of the situation.

Nature had weird laws. One of them was that soul mates could feel each other's pain.

The hero looked at the villain's wide eyes.

"This means..."

"I think the fuck not. I'm out of here. I'm fucking out of here." The villain's screams echoed through the streets as they got farther and farther away while hero sat on the ground, dumbfounded at the turn of events.

Maybe the pay is terrible but they think, that at last, they'll be able to get married.

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[sc0tters]

Secrets Kept | Carter Hart

summary: when surprises turn to secrets it almost leads to the end of your relationship.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 1.12k

authors note: we are onto our last new goalie of the dedication and I’ve got to say this might be my favourite piece so far. also look at this man, he’s GOREGOUS. If you want to see more from the dedication you can find the masterlist here!

Carter had been acting weirdly for weeks.

You had first noticed it when he removed your Face ID from his phone. Sure it was small but when he started coming home later than normal after practices and was no longer in even in his sweaty clothing.

It killed you to even think that Carter could have been cheating on you, he had been your boyfriend since you were freshmen in high school and you couldn’t see yourself yourself with anyone else. Yet as you stared at the meal you prepared for the two of you it made you feel sick.

He hadn’t come home and as the steam now disappeared from your plates and your third glass of wine was empty “he isn’t coming.” You sighed getting up as you put his plate in the fridge and placed yours in the microwave.

You changed out of your dress settling for his sweatpants and a hoodie before you found your way to the couch. It felt like a punch to your gut as you watched the bachelor “I’m home!” Carter called out as you heard his keys drop into the bowl by the door.

Not even bothering to pause the tv you just continued watching as he walked in “hey baby.” As the hockey player crawled onto the couch next to you as he smiled “you okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows waving his hand in front of your face.

You glared at him as you paused the tv “what did you get up to today?” You asked deciding that your patience had waivered thin and you were losing it now “just practice.” The smell of musk and oak from his shower gel you knew that it wasn’t true as his feet were in his sneakers rather than his slides “I can’t do this anymore Cart.” You sighed getting up as you made sure to slide away from his touch.

All he could do was watch as you stood up “what are you saying baby?” The irritation in your voice showed that you were talking about more than just the show on the tv.

Carter watched as you pushed your hair out of your face as you sighed “I know you’re cheating on me!” You felt like you had been taken to be a fool as you let the top of your anger come out.

He remained silent as it was clear that you had so much more to say “like I understand why you don’t wanna admit it but I’ve caught you!” As you flung your arms around Carter got up and caught them before you let them hit his chest “I’m not cheating on you!” Carter called out causing your body to freeze.

Somehow those words didn’t make you feel any better as you instead cocked your head as you furrowed your eyebrows “huh?” You wondered if you had heard him correctly as you waited for him to repeat his words “I’m not cheating on you.” As you calmed down Carter gave your hand a squeeze.

That left you with more questions than you had answers “but you’ve been coming home after practices.” If he had been at practice the entire time you would have not noticed but coming home three hours later than normal was a cause for concern from you.

You took a large gulp of air like his silence spoke for him “where are you going!” You scoffed watching him get up and head in the direction of your bedroom. Sure Carter wasn’t the most comforting man in your life but this made you feel like each time you stood up to your mom for him was for nothing.

Carter turned over his shoulder to send you a smile “you’ll see.” As he disappeared into your bedroom you truly began to wonder if you were watching this situation go down properly.

As you picked at your nails you watched him come back out and visually it looked like nothing had changed “I was not cheating on you.” He repeated for a third time now making your eyes roll “tell me once-” “I was planning the proposal.” Carter confessed as he held up the velvet ring box in his hand.

You gasped letting your hand slap over your mouth in shock “I figured it could be a good surprise.” He explained with a smile “was meant to do this whole thing in town.” The goalie shook his head as he went down to one knee.

In that moment your mind went a million miles a minute as you struggled to process the events in front of you “from the moment I met you y/n we’ve never gone the quiet route.” Carter smiled as you laughed “knew I wanted to be with you the moment we got paired up in calculus.” You remembered hating that teacher for partnering you up with a hockey player. You swore he wasn’t going to do any work and then Carter made it his life mission to prove you wrong.

He watched as your eyes lit up at the memory “maybe you weren’t that bad.” You teased trying to ignore the way your voice broke and you got emotional “you’ve been by my side through college, through the NHL and now I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you in it.” The random orders of flowers to your home finally made sense, they weren’t sent to the wrong address, Carter loved seeing you smile without you knowing it was him.

You dropped to your knees letting your hand run along his thigh “I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you if you’ll let me.” At that point you were then crying as Carter reached up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

Part of him forgot that he was in the middle of proposing to as it caused Carter to open the box as he smiled “so I’m asking if you’ll marry me?” Rather than allowing him to slip the ring onto your finger your instead wrapped your arms around him causing you both to fall back onto the floor.

Your lips peppered his face with kisses causing him to erupt with laughter “baby I need an answer.” The goalie wrapped his arms around your waist as he looked up at you “I’d love to be your wife.” You mumbled kissing his lips.

Carter got lost in it before you pulled away “as long as you don’t cheat on me.” You sent him a skeptical look as you shifted to straddle his waist now allowing him to sit up “I wouldn’t dream of it future Mrs Hart.” Carter shook his head before he kissed your lips again this time letting his fingers slip the ring on your finger.

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[dora-papp]

I think I get it now, I know why I needed to come back to Tumblr and why like this - in English. The anti-LGBT child protection law made June and July so stressful that no matter how ready I was for the fight, it drained me completely. Turns out if you open your mouth and tell your story, suddenly the media and newspapers are interested, and they are interested ALL at the same time, which left me surviving on a lot of coffee and only a few hours of sleep for a number of days. I know, I know - I should be grateful. I am. But when your story ends up on national TV and you happen to live in a country where no matter how loud you are, you simply cannot change things - it gives you nightmares after a while.

So since then I've had to deal with the fact that my young adult books can get wrapped in plastic in bookstores anytime and be placed on the 18+ shelves. Fine. In the meantime, I finished a manuscript. At the end of July, I had to say goodbye to the idea that it was going to be published. Gut punch. Fine. At this point I was like… you know what? I need a holiday. Let's go to Budapest for a long weekend to celebrate Budapest Pride. So I did just that. Amazing afternoon, shitty night. Another gut punch. Couldn't get any sleep in the hotel, escaped reality in the morning, took the first bus home.

By that time I was so down I completely forgot that Good Omens Season 2 was happening. So I watched it. And believe you me, we GO fans like to say that the ending broke us, but for me S2 - yes, the ending too - fixed me and saved me. I fell in love with David Tennant's creative energies, I watched Doctor Who and a bunch of other stuff, interviews, plays that continued to fix me. I got an idea for a new book. Started writing it in November. And now I'm back on Tumblr, because I needed my safe space and for me that's two things: 1, being an unhinged fangirl without anyone stopping me and 2, expressing myself in English. This language has been my great love since I was 12. After I became a published novelist in Hungary, I ditched online communication in English - I needed to connect with my Hungarian readers. UNTIL NOW.

The child protection law did it for me. I'm not saying I'm fed up with my home country, that'd be a stretch, I'm just… I NEED MORE. I want to reach out and connect again in English. I need to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I need to see a freaking rainbow. I need compassion. I need to feel seen. I need to know that something good is out there, that something better is coming. I need to be around peeps who understand me.

I needed to come back to Tumblr. And I love it here. Thank you, darlings.

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[lcandothisallday]

10. "I'm tired of feeling like I'm not enough, but I don't know how to change."

Angst with Auston!

10. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m not enough, but I don’t know how to change.”

Auston Matthews x f!reader

You knew—you knew that the second your boyfriend’s team got passed the first round of the playoffs, that the emotions during the second round were going to be a whirlwind.

And they sure were. When game 5 went into over time, you knew the night was either going to end in stress for anticipation of game 6, or the season would end completely with absolute heartbreak and frustration. Considering how the night was going, it seemed like the latter was going to happen.

When the final buzzer during over time sounded, your heart broke for Auston. They had worked so hard to get this far and it felt like a punch in the gut to lose in the way they had. You watched as he quickly exited the ice, no doubt upset and frustrated.

You watched as all the Toronto fans began to file out of the arena in disappointment and bitterness and when enough time passed, you decided to make your way to the locker room.

You had a feeling that Auston would be the last one in there ana sure enough you were right. He was sat on the bench, his elbows resting against his knees and head hung low, contemplating life.

You approach him slowly, moving to stand in between his legs and instantly he welcomes your presence by wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head against your stomach.

You rub his back and feel him take in a shaky breath. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m not enough, but I don’t know how to change,” he murmured in confession.

“Aus—you guys played amazing. At a certain point it really is just luck—”

Auston scoffed and pulled back from you with a frustrated look in his eyes. “That’s such a bullshit excuse and you know it,” he practically growled, getting up abruptly which caused your arms to fall back to your sides. “We could’ve played so much better…I could’ve played so much better.”

You watched as Auston paced back and forth in the locker room, his frustration evident. He pulled off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair, a sign of his agitation, and let out a heavy sigh. You could see the disappointment etched on his face, and it tore at your heart.

"I know you're upset, Auston," you began softly, trying to choose your words carefully. "But you can't solely blame yourself or the team for this loss. It was a tough game, and you all gave it your best."

Auston turned to face you, his brows furrowed. "Best isn't good enough," he replied bitterly. "I'm tired of coming so close and falling short. It's like I'm not doing enough, not living up to the expectations."

You stepped closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm. "Auston, you're one of the best players out there. You give your all every time you step on the ice. This loss doesn't define you or your talent."

His entire demeanor showed annoyance at your words. "You know what? Just shut up. I'm done talking about this," he muttered, waving you off. "I just want to go home. So, can we go home?" he asked, his tone condescending.

You blinked, taken aback by his outburst and attitude. The tension in the room grew, and you could feel the weight of his emotions hanging heavily between you. After a moment of silence, you nodded, letting go of his hands.

"Yeah let's go," you respond quietly.

The ride home was filled with a heavy silence. When you made it back to your shared apartment, he set down his bags with a thud before he practically beelined into the shower.

You sighed and decided to change into your pyjamas, before you went back out to the kitchen to make yourself a hot tea and watch some tv. Eventually, you heard the shower turn off and shuffling in the bedroom before he finally emerged out of the room, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a loose fitting t-shirt on.

He took a seat next to you on the couch and the two of you stared ahead watching the tv in silence. Truth be told, after his slight outburst, you wanted to give him space.

You knew Auston needed time to process his emotions and thoughts, so you refrained from pushing him to talk. The sound of the tv filled the room, but neither of you paid much attention to it. The weight of the recent loss lingered in the air, creating an atmosphere of tension and unease.

As the minutes ticked by, you stole glances at Auston out of the corner of your eye. His expression remained stoic, but you could sense the turmoil brewing within him. You debated whether to break the silence or wait for him to make the first move.

After what felt like an eternity, Auston let out a heavy sigh, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his eyes fixed on the tv screen. "I didn't mean to snap at you earlier. It's just... frustrating, you know?"

You turned to face him, noticing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Auston. I understand. Emotions run high after a tough loss."

He nodded, his gaze shifting from the tv to your face. "I don't wanna go to bed without you," he murmured softly. Your cheeks begin to heat up as you turn to look away which only caused your boyfriend to let out a soft chuckle.

"C'mon baby--I know you. You were gonna sleep out here and blame it on 'accidentally' falling asleep to your show to give me space," he said, calling you out.

You couldn't help but blush at his observation, realizing he knew you too well. With a shy smile, you admitted, "Okay, you caught me. I just wanted to give you time to process everything."

Auston reached out and gently took your hand in his. "I appreciate you giving me space, but right now, all I want is to be close to you," he confessed, his right hand moving up to cup your cheek.

The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine, melting away the tension that had built up between you. Auston's thumb traced gentle circles on your cheek as his eyes locked with yours.

Without a word, you leaned in closer, your lips meeting his in a tender and passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volume, a silent conversation filled with reassurance. In that moment, the weight of the loss faded into insignificance and all that truly mattered to him was how lucky he was to have you.

His lips moved against yours with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, his hand slipping from your cheek to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss while your hands instinctively found their way to his chest.

When the kiss finally broke, you rested your foreheads against each other. "I love you," he whispered against your lips with sincerity.

"I love you too."

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[harrytheehottie]

SPINNING OUT: COACHELLA

rated: m word count: 6.6k masterlist

this is first part of a multi-part series. let me know what you think 💘 hope you enjoy!

It was your first big project at work, the upcoming release for Harry Styles’ third studio album. You had the pleasure of being invited to a playback a few weeks prior to the launch where you listened to the full album in a conference room filled with your peers. It had been your first playback experience and you were itching with excitement all day patiently waiting for it to be time to attend the playback.

When you entered the conference room, it didn’t feel like the dozens of rooms you had meetings in before. All of the chairs and tables were replaced with floor pillows and throw blankets. There were candles spread out along the TV where you would be projecting the album from, charcuterie plates and drinks to consume and a box to place your phones in upon entry. You took a seat close enough to the front so you would be able to listen to the album without any distractions. This was one of your most highly anticipated albums of the year which was something you kept to yourself due to the incessant teasing you would definitely receive from your coworkers. 

You watched as your peers began to funnel into the room and take their seats. Your boss went through the routined speech on how everyone's phones should be placed in the box and there will be zero sharing of anything heard with anyone outside of this room. And just before they hit play on the first song, the door to the room opened one last time. This time it wasn’t your notoriously late coworker but none other than the man whose song you were about to listen to, Harry Styles. Everyone in the room turned their heads towards the door and it felt like something of a movie, all eyes were immediately on him. His chestnut hair was grown out and sat on the top of his head with a scrunchie, he had on a black label hoodie and sweats to match. It was definitely the most relaxed you had ever seen an artist rock up to your job but there was something kind of admirable about it. And you thought, maybe the ambiance of the room and the album title was the reason why he dressed so casually. He apologized for being late before taking a seat in the back corner. Something about him just felt so comfortable. You turned your attention back to the TV that was going to start playing the album and tried your hardest to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. 

The opening chords of the album began and you immediately wanted to get up and start dancing, something you knew you couldn’t do but what you could do was move side to side as inconspicuous as possible. The ad libs, scatting and overall randomness of the track has you feeling good. You weren’t sure where the album was going but you were already feeling good about it. The next track felt the same to you. It wasn’t until the third track where you actually felt the emotion and weight of the words he was singing back ‘there’s never been someone whose so perfect for me, but I got over it” was a brutal line and one that stuck out to you enough to write down in your journal when you got back to your desk. 

You were feeling the music while trying to keep your outward appearance at bay. Something was telling you to turn back around and look at Harry. You had been pretty good at avoiding the thought of his presence but there was something pulling you in. The opening chords to the next song with the following lyrics “you got a new life, am I bothering you, do you wanna talk” came on and you were taken aback like a punch in the gut. His raw emotion on the track and the desperation in his voice in all of these songs was nothing like you had heard before. You looked behind you and caught the eyes of Harry who had already been looking your way. No, you weren’t going to allow yourself to go there. 

You let yourself take in the rest of the album. Trying your hardest to repeat lyrics that were standing out to you to remember for later when you’d be hunched over your desk scribbling as many lines as you could remember until your journal eagerly waiting for the day you would be able to listen to the album on loop.

As the playback came to an end the entire room clapped as he shyly bowed his head down. You didn’t know him at all but the gesture was enough for you to make your first assumption. His inability to take in too much praise is probably what kept him grounded enough to be an artist at his caliber and attend a playback in tier B level music magazines offices. You had your run ins with a fair share of artists but there was something about him that was different and you could immediately feel it. And as if he could read your mind, right as they opened the door to the conference room to let everyone back to their work, Harry stood in the doorway, shaking the hands of your colleagues and giving them personal thank you’s on their way out. 

Suddenly, those butterflies you felt in the pit of your stomach came flushing back. You counted the number of people in front of you and watched intently as they one by one had a moment with Harry, he must have done this all the time, it felt like an autoresponder was turned around the amount of ‘thank you mates’ and ‘lovely to meet you’ he was handing out. 

You were growing more nervous as the line in front of you got smaller, now more aware of the fact that the only people left behind you were your boss and other higher ups. People who definitely weren’t as nervous and have some sort of working relationship with him. Fuck, you thought to yourself as your rubbed your sweaty palms against your jeans, okay the game plan had to be you shake hands, say nice to meet you, love the album and keep it moving or completely avoid shaking of hands because sweaty palms and just say nice to meet you, love the album and keeping it moving. 

It was down to one person in front of you, Abby from the PR department and you watched as Harry looked her in the eyes deeply like whatever she was saying to him was the only important thing in the world. The cynical part of your brain was telling you of course he’s going to be that way to the employee who is the head of publicity. That's what this industry was about the give and take. Just as she said her final goodbyes and walked towards her desk it was your turn to go up to him. 

You took a deep breath in and out before walking towards him with a smile and your right hand ready to shake his that was firmly placed in front of his body, 

“Thank you so much for stopping by, I really loved the album. That song where you talked about drinking wine alone in the garden and the one that had that line about karma those two instantly spoke to me. It really feels like a cohesive body of work and you should really be proud of yourself for creating this and It’s really nice to meet you and” You spoke a mile a minute, unaware of how much was coming out of your mouth and how fast you were saying the words before being cut off by Harry

“Slow down love, only me.” Harry spoke up, the dimples on his face more present than you imagined them to be as he broke out into a soft chuckle, it wasn’t until now that you realized your right hand was still in his and his left was holding your right arm up. 

“Oh,” You paused suddenly, aware of all the things happening around you. “Sorry, I just had this monologue ready and I guess the nerves got to me which is probably something I shouldn’t have just said.”

That same dimpled smile washed over his face and you thought back to his interactions with Abby and how it looked like she was the only person in the world when he was talking to her and suddenly, you were more aware of his eyes and how they’re so green and even under this awful office lighting you could see little bits of gold and blue. 

“You’re quite funny,” Harry said, getting you out of your head. You had to get yourself out of the situation - he was still holding onto you. You looked around the room to your boss and other higher ups, 

“I’m going to…” you removed your hand from his, giving him one more smile and you could have sworn you heard him ask your boss for your name but you made a beeline towards your desk thinking about the impression you’ve definitely made already.

&&

You were tasked with all social media across all areas of the magazine. Highly anticipated release days meant you were on your phone constantly. And the release of As It Was was no different - if anything, it was harder. You had everything pre saved. The music video and single were both released on Friday, April 1. You had a feed post, a story question box and a reel all ready. 

So, when it was midnight in the UK and 5pm for you at home and you were sitting in the everyday Sunset Boulevard traffic after work. Every stoplight meant you were constantly refreshing, posting, engaging and making sure everything was how it was supposed to be. You put a story box question to your followers with the question: BOP or FLOP? Every New Music Friday to get engagement from your audience and see what they’d like covered more in the future. It was routine. 

The third red light was when the notification crossed your phone. You couldn’t believe it. There was no way, no one but the people that follow your magazine would ever interact with it.

Until now. 

harrystyles has responded to your question box 

Right there. One word. Three letters and a period. His black & white icon. The username with the verified blue check that you had to quadruple check. 

Bop. 

&&

“Is this a joke?” You walked over to your bosses office and showed him the email that just came across your desk, a request for you to profile Harry Styles. 

“Nope, it’s yours if you want it. I guess you left quite the impression last week.”

“I don’t like what you’re implying,” you rolled your eyes at the suggestion although you weren’t surprised.

“I’m not implying anything he specifically asked for you last week, had his manager call me to ask if it was in your job description.”

You were processing what he just said. Harry wanted you to profile him off two minute interaction that from your memory left you looking like a mess who couldn’t get her act together around him.

“Why?” You asked.

“Don’t know you could say no, I’m sure they’ll understand. They want it to be a profile over the next few months and your first assignment would be Coachella which begins in,” he took a pause looking at his iCalendar before continuing, “a little under two weeks. It could be kind of fun and honestly, would be amazing for your career.” 

You knew this opportunity was something that you had been working towards. A profile on one of the biggest celebrities out there but there was some doubt that was creeping in not allowing you to fully accept this moment for what it was. “I’ll have an answer by tomorrow,” you told your boss and he agreed to let Harry’s team know.

You walked back to your desk and thought back to your interaction with him, reading the email back a few times, a profile that starts with his headlining set at Coachella as your first ever celebrity profile. It felt too good to be true. 

But, you still said yes. 

&&

You didn’t want to go into this weekend too jaded. You knew that every profile has an angle but you were going to allow the conversation to lead you there. Harry Styles was having arguably the biggest year of his career. A headlining gig, a new album, a world tour, residencies in 4 cities across America and two movies. His career was one that you followed semi regularly, you worked in music journalism and he was the star of his former group and it was hard to miss. You spent days trying to figure out what you were going to ask about; the forced pause of lockdown, the relationship that everyone was eager to pick apart, the decision to continue to work through the lockdowns and come back to a highly successful tour in the US. 

He was interesting and you were interested. The nerves that you felt would always creep in as you watched compilation videos of him on Youtube (you limited yourself after three) and read other journalists profiles on him which to your surprise there were only a few. He was guarded, protective but you had it in you to break down the walls and get a great piece. 

You spent the week prior rummaging through your closet and a fair share of trips to the mall before packing all your belongings in your car and taking the two to five hour (depending on traffic) drive down to Palm Springs. The entire car ride was spent shuffling through music, podcasts and audiobooks and trying your hardest not to think too hard. 

You were cruising down the highway when you saw the first glimpse of Harry’s billboard. A picture of me reading on a bed in a field, same outfit as the album cover with another casual jeans and a striped top. The image was inviting and right below it in yellow font read the words “Wherever you go, There you are.” 

You pulled into the La Quinta resort that they put you up in and for the first time in a week you felt like you deserved to be there. As you settled in for the night rereading the email that Jeff had sent over along with Harry’s publicist about the parameters of the profile. You began curating starter questions based around the list of do’s and don’ts. You were ready for this. 

You woke up fairly early that Friday morning, Harry’s manager sent you an email to let you know that all your credentials were ready to be picked up and your call time to start the interview was at 5. You got yourself dressed in a white dress with a denim jacket for when the weather dropped drastically as soon as the sun went down and headed towards the festival. Once you picked up your credentials, you spent a little bit of time roaming around the festival grounds. You watched as the lines for Harry’s merch stand kept growing longer and longer, friends taking group photos, strangers gathering to enjoy the music that brought them so much joy. You had your notebook with you that you used for all your assignments and just took notes of everything that you saw. 

It was nearing closer to your call time and you knew you had to give yourself time to get something to eat. There was something very intimidating about crossing over to the VIP area even though you were allowed. You were still nervous of who you could run into but after seeing how obnoxiously long the lines were in the GA for food, decided to say fuck it and cross the barrier over to where they would hopefully be more food options and less people. 

You were right about the food but the area was littered with artists and their teams everywhere. If you thought you were a fish out of water before this was next level. You found food and beeline for the first empty picnic table you could find. You had an hour to kill before you had to interview Harry so as you began to eat your meal you noticed the group of people having a very passionate conversation a few tables in front of you. 

You were a journalist and a human being so of course naturally, you were going to eavesdrop.

You couldn’t see either of their faces. The one that was talking the most had his back facing towards you. You couldn’t really make out what they were saying at first. Until, they both got up from their tables and walked over to outside of the tent probably to get more privacy for their conversation. And that was when you noticed him, in a hoodie that you recognized from his merch stand, paired with tiny athletic shorts and very dirty sneakers that were probably once white and a blue surgical mask tucked underneath his chin. The man that he was with was his manager, Jeff that you met that day in playbacks and had been in constant communication with about the logistics of today.

You felt uneasy. You knew that you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping before but now more than ever you knew that you shouldn’t have. It wasn’t as bad because you couldn’t hear right? 

Unti, you probably heard the most crucial part of the conversion. 

“I’m done, I’m done with all of it.”

“H, man… the movie won't come out for another few months. You don’t have to be together but I don’t know how to deal with this?” His manager spoke up.

“My hearts not in it Jeffrey, I can’t pretend. You can figure it out no one has to know right away.” The two men began to walk towards Harry’s trailer that was conveniently parked adjacent to the tent. 

You knew you heard something that you shouldn’t have. Harry’s relationship that brought on a lot of drama, headlines and gossip was now over. And it was definitely something you were explicitly asked not to discuss, in fact, it was the first thing his manager brought up in your brief. 

Why the hell did you say yes to this?

&&

Harry’s assistant found you at your table a little bit before your call time. He was nice and quiet and let you know the logistics of the day. You were going to interview Harry until he had to get into hair & makeup. You were invited into all areas of Harry’s day until he got on stage where then you would be able to watch the show from the side stage or the friends & family artists section. You thanked him for giving you all the information that you needed and then you were off to find Harry’s trailer. 

Harry was sitting on the couch, relaxed, his legs spread, his left foot was up over his right knee. He had on a pair of black uggs and the same sweatshirt now paired with a sunflower hat that he was wearing when you awkwardly saw him talking with his manager. The nerves that you were ignoring suddenly simmering back up to the surface. 

The trailer was temporary but homely. A similar feel to the aura your company tried to create during those playbacks. The couch that was a grayish color was brightened up by two Gucci pillows with a respective lion on it, similar to the lion ring that you noticed on his right pinky finger. There was a throw blanket, a gaming console with the latest FIFA on the tv he would later confess he was quite shit at it but some of the guys liked to play it on the road so he always had it handy, and the last personal touch was a framed family photo of one of the last times he saw his Grandfather. 

“Hello,” Harry said as his eyes met yours. 

“Hi, it’s nice to be here and for you to allow me into your space I’m just going to ask some general questions and then follow you along your routine and”

“You’re doing that again,” Harry said through a low chuckle as he placed his phone on the table in front of him. 

“What thing?” You asked suddenly hyper aware of the fact that the assistant that was once there was now gone leaving you alone in this trailer the nerves that were simmering were fully at the surface now. 

“You’re talking a mile a minute. S’only me, I asked for you to cover this weekend specifically and I’m glad you were able to make it. So, where do you want to start?” He said calmly, “Normal to be nervous but I promise I won’t be that interesting once you spend a weekend with me.” He laughed at his own joke and gained a little laugh from you. 

He successfully broke the ice and you were ready to begin the interview taking a seat on the couch opposite him. You grabbed your phone out of your bag, opened the voice memo’s app and hit record trying your hardest to ignore that those nerves had turned into butterflies and you were on your way to being royally fucked. 

Figuratively. 

For now. 

&&

This is an excerpt from the profile: 

Before you meet Harry Styles there are a lot of preconceived notions that can run through one’s head. He is one of the biggest stars in the world and it’s hard not to have an opinion on him. And if you’re me, you think about his time in One Direction first. Before the solo career, the film roles, the beauty company, you think about how a 16 year old boy auditioned for a singing competition show and is now 28 years old and headlining the first Friday back at Coachella after a two year break for the festival. 

He’s excited but nervous. You wouldn’t be able to tell as he sits back in his Coachella exclusive yellow Pleasing hoodie and sweat shorts. He’s cool as a cucumber as you take out your recording device and begin to ask questions. His presence is warm, comforting like a hug from a friend that you haven’t seen in a long time but once you’re together it’s like no time has passed. It’s an hour before he has to get ready and you’re sitting in his trailer ready to begin your interrogation -- which was the first of many jokes he made that night. 

An opening night of a Coachella spot must feel amazing? How do you take in these massive moments in your career?

It’s indescribable really, I try to take in as much of it as I can. Respecting the process, working with my creative director Molly on building out the set and my musical director Pauli on creating the setlist it’s in those moments of rehearsal where I can really take it in like look around and say, wow I’m really doing this. Obviously, tonight being on that stage with the people looking out at me, I still get nervous but I’m just excited that we get to all celebrate music together at this level. 

It’s hard to believe that someone at your level still gets nervous? You’ve done crowds bigger than this before? Harry takes a beat before answering, his pointer finger and thumb rubbing against his chin something that he has done between every question along with the occasional picking at his cuticles - a nervous habit that he can’t seem to break. 

It’s different. With the band, it’s like you’re up there with four other guys who everyone is also there for but with this. I was really nervous that first tour, nervous that I wouldn’t be able to see success in the same type of venues, nervous that I would be up there all on my lonesome. The band is a great addition and help but when it comes to the singing and interacting it’s all me. That first tour was special and it’s like this atmosphere where the fans give more to me than I could ever give to them. So even in moments like this where all I am thinking about is not fucking, sorry -- not messing up. I just have to remember that all that matters is that the people there are having fun. 

You continued to chat as Styles’ team started their process of getting him ready for the night. You watched on as his hair and makeup team took over the space in the trailer. The dynamic between everyone on Harry’s various teams and him was relaxed. You could immediately tell that everyone got along, which was not surprising because there is not a single person who has a bad thing to say about Harry Styles which seems too good to be true until you meet him. 

&&

Harry was comfortable. He was going into tangents about his process, the one time he ordered tuna sandwiches for lunch for a week straight because he wrote one good song after eating it one day and thought it was his good luck charm. His guard was done and you were furiously writing notes down trying to get as much out of this conversation as you could’ve. 

Your conversation was easy, your nerves about the profile were no longer there. There was something else lingering between the two of you but you weren’t going to allow yourself to go there. When Harry would turn a question around on you, you would give as little as possible. It wasn’t until he was getting ready for the stage and there were more of his team around that it became harder to disregard. 

“How long have you been at your job?” Harry asked if he was facing away from you, his side profile was all you could see as his hairstyle worked on sprucing up his hair. 

“About three years ago, it was my first internship in college and they liked me enough to hire me as a post grad.” You kept it short and to the point. 

Harry took in your answer. The silence in the room was emphasized with the only noise being made from the low heat blow dryer and the clanging of skin prep and makeup materials. You were watching him get ready for one of the biggest nights of his career and he still wanted to get to know more about you. 

“I read your piece on women in music” he said nonchalantly.

“Really?” 

He was still looking at you from the side, eyes peeking over to you as his brows lifted and a slight smile, “Yes really, s’why I wanted to show my music to your magazine, it was important to me to not keep it to the same rotation that is guaranteed.” 

“It’s not my magazine,” you laugh. You can’t believe Harry had read your piece on the music industry’s 

“You’re the reason I knew about them.” 

“Smooth.” Slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Fuck. Did you really just say that out loud? 

“Thank you.” He replied dryly. “Some of your stuff is really funny, the socials.”

He read your writing and thought you were really funny. Your brain was trying to wrap your brain around the dozens of articles and social media posts that you’d done for your company. You were flattered, blushing even and trying your hardest to play it cool. 

“Thank you again, you don’t have to say that.” You were used to artists buttering you up in hopes of better reviews. 

He looked over to you with genuine sincerity in his voice and face, “I know I don’t have to say anything,” he took a long pause and it was almost a whisper, you didn’t catch it the first time only back on the recording “I’m saying it because I mean it.” 

&&

This is an expert from the profile:

You were getting a front row view to the parts of Harry’s life that so many overlooked. The getting ready process. The time that was strategically carved out to curate the perfect artist on stage. 

It started with hair and makeup. His hairdresser Ayae who has been on his team since the start of his solo career and Dotti who does his skin and light, emphasis on light, makeup so the lights on stage don’t wear him out. 

I try not to go overboard with all the prep. It can be kind of overwhelming. Knowing my outfits beforehand really helps. I like to spend a lot of my time the day of a show to myself and wait till the last possible minute to do all the extra stuff. 

So, what is a typical day before a show like for you?

I’d like to sleep in but my body only lets me push it to 9. I’ll have a slow morning, get coffee out and possibly a pastry if the display has anything I fancy. Last night, I ordered room service and had a whole spread sort of like a carb load you’d do before games when you were younger. Jeffrey, my manager, calls it a spaghetti dinner. I just eat as many carbs to keep the fuel for the show. I’ll work out a bit - a run or pilates usually, then we’ll have rehearsals. And then I just chill out. Listen to music, watch a bit of TV, shower, get pampered and dressed and then I’m out. 

What’s your post show routine like? 

Now that… you’ll have to wait for later. 

&&

The Coachella crowd was like nothing you had seen before thousands of people, a crowd that felt like it was going for miles and miles all anticipating the arrival of Harry. All your preconceived notions about him didn’t even begin to meet the reality of who he was. You were on a high and trying not to let it all go to your head. You were a woman in music and knew what it meant when someone was coming onto you, especially one that you were writing about but this… Harry, he was different. He was warm, kind, and comforting. 

You were filled with adrenaline from your time with him as you made your way into the friends and family section.People were mingling about and you were going back and forth in your head about where you were going to stand. Would standing against the barricade be too eager? It would guarantee that you wouldn’t have to mingle with any of his friends which would cut all potential awkward situations. Or you could just blend in with the crowd. You stood in the middle of the open area trying to make a decision when someone tapped you on the shoulder. 

“Hi!” You said a little too enthusiastically as you put your hand out to greet him. He was wearing the same Coachella merch sweater that Harry had on but this time in pink.

“Hey, Jeffrey. Nice to meet again, how was your conversation with Harry today?” 

“It was great really, I just left a bit ago to give him some space and snag myself a good spot.” You awkwardly chuckled. You wondered if Harry told him something about you that now you were going to get reprimanded for, a question that wasn’t approved, was your profile going to fall through?

“Harry had so many good things to say and we were wondering,” his phone began ringing, “sorry I gotta take this but I will find you later okay?” He said, you nodded reassuring him that you would remember to find him later as he weaved back through the crowd before disappearing into the abyss. 

The screams were loud. Harry stood up above the stage. A giant black fur coat that you saw hanging in his trailer with a very low cut sequin jumpsuit on under it. He stood there taking all the screams in. His first show of 2022. His first show in 4 months. The show that was going to mark the start of his next album cycle. You watched from the barricade as he ran down the steps and straight to the microphone and sang the opening lines to As It Was. 

You were mesmerized. The way he commanded the stage and became bigger than life. The same guy you were spending hours with listening to talk about his insecurities, therapy, work and relationships was now singing to thousands of people as they sang back. He was giving all his energy to the crowd and it was mesmerizing - his dedication to his craft was noticeable in every smile, wave, thumbs up and kiss to the crowd. 

And just as you began to let loose and lose yourself in the music. Harry ran over to your side of the stage and began leaning over as far as he could looking for something in the crowd. You were perplexed. It couldn’t be. No. And just as the last chorus of the song was approaching, Harry’s eyes found yours, his mouth lifting up into a smile so big his dimples were lost in the smile. 

He mouthed “Are you good?” 

He wanted to make sure you were having fun. 

You gave him a huge nod and a thumbs up reassuring him that you were fine. 

The rest of the show was incredible. Harry brought out Shania Twain which he withheld from you during your talk and you were thankful for it. The sheer panic and joy as the opening chord to “Man I Feel Like A Woman'' played was something you were never going to forget. 

And as the high from the show and the excitement all around you continued. Harry ran over to your side of the stage again, saying his thank you’s and blowing his kisses to the crowd, and right before he was going to run back to his microphone he waited for a beat. His brown curls blowing in the wind, the nails that were freshly painted in front of you hours before. He was taking it all in. The faces of the crowd, the screams that went on for miles and in one of the most important nights of his career, he was still searching for you. 

His eyes lingered on yours this time. The most inviting warm green that you’ve ever encountered finding you in the crowd with ease. You smiled trying to conceal the rush of excitement that ran through your body. And just as the moment came and went you felt a familiar tap on your shoulder with the same chill Angeleno accent to follow. 

Jeffrey found you again, you leaned in so he could speak directly into your ear, “Come to the after party, meet us at the gate” he pointed over to where he disappeared to earlier, “during the final song you can ride with us.”

&&

Your ears were still buzzing from the night as you made your way towards the gate. You belonged here. Harry wanted you here. 

You piled into a golf car and then into an escalator and then into a sprinter van and then you were at the location of the after party which after a bit of mingling were told was the house that Harry and his team were staying at. 

The entire bottom floor was an open plan, the living room and kitchen filled with people, alcohol and food. The doors that lead out to the backyard and pool open for anyone. You were surrounded by people, some that you recognized from earlier in the day. 

You found your way to the bathroom after some small talk with his styling team. You needed to be alone and wrap your head around this. The bathroom was sleek. It had black and white accents with tiny pops of color from the towels and bath math both a stand-in shower and an isolated bathtub across the wall. You never pictured what the bathroom of a house Harry Styles would stay at would look like but this was exactly it. 

You walked out of the bathroom and ran into a body, big and broad and slightly wet. His eyes were wide and mouth slightly ajar “You came” Harry said with an almost confused tone like he wasn’t sure you would actually take him up on the after. He didn’t have a shirt on rather it was placed around his neck like he was saving to put it on later. It was either water or sweat but his body was on full display, almost glistening through the dim hallway. His broad shoulders that were slightly sunburnt from his time in the sun. Your eyes went from his laurels on his waist to the butterfly etched across his stomach and the swallows below his collar bone. He was watching you as your eyes inspected his body, a small smile on his lips.  

“I’m here!” You exclaimed as you put your hands up and shrugged. 

Harry’s arms were out and open for you inviting you in for a hug. “You were truly amazing out there you should be really proud of yourself” you said lingering a beat longer as your bodies merged together. You fully clothed and him sans shirt. Was this crossing a professional boundary? His way of loosening you up? That’s something you would think about later but right now, it felt good, safe even. 

“Thank you, means a lot.” You caught a blush on his cheeks as he took in your compliment.

“Is this a part of your post-show routine?” You put your hands in front of you in an up and down motion around him. 

“Ice bath… my post-show routine is an ice bath.” 

You laughed at his admission, “What?” he said looking around trying to find the joke that he missed, “Nothing it’s just… when you didn’t tell me earlier I thought it was going to be something a lot more ‘rock n roll’ you said in air quotes than an ice bath.”

“Isn't rock and roll enough for you? Stick around and that’ll change.” He playfully winked. “Let’s go grab a drink?” Harry said as he made his way through the hallway while simultaneously putting on his shirt. 

You made your way down the hall and back into the living room where the majority of the people were mingling amongst themselves. It wasn’t long before Harry got pulled in a different direction with someone who he hadn’t seen in ages. This gave you the perfect excuse to look at the food options you could learn a lot about someone based on the food they provide at a party. So, when you saw rows and rows of Shake Shack, you were in heaven. 

You ate, drank and mingled. You listened to people’s Coachella disaster stories and one of Harry’s friends' husbands were telling you about all the people that texted him asking for extra Coachella passes mere hours before Harry was set to take the stage when Harry tapped you on the shoulder, “can you excuse us for a second?” and the husband was quickly gone. 

It was just you and Harry standing in the space between the living room and the outdoor space. All the people around you but it felt like it was just the two of you in the room. 

“I just want to say before any of this,” Harry gestures in the space between the two of you “gets… weird that.. I just don’t want to jeopardize anything.”

“Why would…”

“Harry?” You were interrupted by another voice. You and Harry both looked over. You immediately froze, your heart sinking at what was to come. Harry looked back at you his lips tightened together before mouthing a small sorry and quickly walking over to her. 

Fuck.

#harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #spinning out #really really really excited to share this :D #please let me know your thoughts!!!

[kess-in-the-perthchimzone]

Little details in episode 9

Hopefully you know the drill by now — once a week I get a little wine tipsy, rewatch the most recent episode, and point all the little things that newly stick out at me:

Sailom’s silent “what the hell” is hilariously funny to me. He’s going along with what Kang wants with minimal input, which is very sweet, but the first chance he gets where his face is hidden, he can’t hide how insane he thinks his boy is.

To give him a little bit more credit than I have been lately, this IS a more open exchange of feelings than Sailom would usually give. He turns it into a joke, but he is slowly starting to share more with Kang.

No thoughts, head empty, just Sailom’s affectionate smile when Kang says he has to wait until tomorrow to be his sugar daddy!!

I adore this little exchange. I wish they’d gotten to play it out more. It’s a nice way to show how different their backgrounds are without it being a whole THING.

No thoughts, head empty, just Kang’s affectionate smile at seeing Sailom fall asleep!!

Another really great exchange. Sailom NEVER talks about Kang like this, but you can tell how much more frustrating he finds this than anything that might come up in tutoring. He could sympathize with Kang being cavalier with money when it was seemingly unlimited, but not in a situation like this, when they truly need it.

I don’t even LIKE kids and this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. @thirstkanaphan has fully convinced me that the actual best life path for Kang is coach

Kang LOVEEEES calling Sailom his boyfriend and I love it for for him

I have been married a long time and can attest that this is one of the most true to being married scenes I’ve ever seen on TV

Something important happened with this line and I need someone smarter than me to unpack it

The way Kang immediately upgraded their hotel room when he got more money. Incredible, no further suggestions.

This gives me radiantly happy in episode five Sailom vibes, which is my favorite Sailom!! It’s so wonderful when he turns off his brain and just enjoys the finer things he gets to experience via Kang

This flop of despair (and blue balls) when Sailom closes the curtain on him. Kang, I adore you.

I have hated (HATED!!) how virtually every other BL I’ve ever seen has handled the shyer, virginal character whose boyfriend pushes them to be more physical. But oh my gosh Kang pulls it off. Because first of all, all he really ever is trying to do is make Sailom blush and he usually keeps his distance after he gets the reaction he’s looking for

And second, because what he does after Sailom agrees to let him stay here, is immediately ask this question. My precious boy. Did you just want to stay close so you could open up about your feelings?

After Kang talks about how he should sell the bike back, Sailom gives him the club look. And Kang gets to see it!! Only then does he try to close the gap between them. Sailom is admittedly giving him come hither eyes

How Kang puts himself in the way when the angry guy starts talking about beating up Sailom. He goes on to say “I WON’T LET YOU”. So much (probably unwarranted) bravado, I’m obsessed

Meanwhile, Sailom, who has actually lived on the mean streets, is like “we need to get the hell out of here”

The motorcycle guys didn’t even take the money! Is that worse or better, I can’t decide?

I know I’ve talked about this previously but the fact that Kang’s worst nightmare was Sailom getting hurt again and then HE caused Sailom to get beaten up by throwing that punch is gutting (but actually in some ways Sailom willingly chose to be beaten because he stepped in between the men and Kang. They protect each other!)

I’ve come around to believing Sailom is telling the truth here. In part because Sailom never ever lies, and in part because I’m pretty sure Kang leans over and watches him type the message

Obsessed with the way that immediately after he’s satisfied that Kang has calmed down and that he’s ready to go home, Sailom instantly reverts to the person you know he wanted to be the entire trip to Korat

Once again they have an entire wordless conversation with their eyebrows. Married.

The way Kang’s wearing white pants so you can really tell in the reflection how he has his knees bent on either side of Sailom’s body when Sailom flips them in the love scene 👀👀

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance the series #kanghansailom #little details series #Kess babbles about dangerous romance

[roses-r-rosie3]

Crazy Over You (Alt. Ending)

Ethan Landry x M!Reader

Spoilers for scream 6!!!!

Warnings: Angst and swearing

Summary: This is an alternative ending to my story Crazy Over You where Y/n reveals himself as the fourth killer

Y/n, Sam, and Tara looked at each other in shock as Bailey shot at Kirby and one of the ghostface’s walked next to him. “Great job, both of you” said Bailey. “What do you mean both of you? There is only one of the ghostface’s up there” said Tara. All of a sudden they heard y/n’s screams as another ghostface held a knife to his throat. “Y/n!” Said Sam. The ghostface raised their knife at her as they unmasked themself. It was Ethan. “Surprise babe” said Ethan. “E-Ethan?” Said y/n.

They start revealing their motives and all that

“Just let y/n go he has nothing to do with what happened with what happened!” Said Tara. “But he is!” Said Ethan. “He is the brother of one of Richie’s victims” said Ethan. “That has nothing to do with him, just let him go” said Sam trying to reach out to y/n. “Get the fuck back Sam!” Said Ethan pushing the knife a bit further into y/n’s throat. “Did you forget? He’s Stu Macher’s nephew, and how convenient would it be if Stu Macher’s nephew and Billy Loomis’s daughter teamed up and killed all those innocent people, now wouldn’t that be a fucking story” said Quinn. Ethan took the knife away from y/n’s throat as he pointed it at Sam. This gave y/n the opportunity to slip away from Ethan’s grasp and punch him. Y/n ran to Tara and Sam. “The numbers are evened now” said Sam smirking at the Kirsh family. “Not quite” said y/n. Sam turned around to see y/n holding a gun to Tara’s head.

“Y/n? Why?” Said Sam. “Oh for gods sake do you not fucking get it!” Said y/n. “You and Tara over here are the reasons why my brother died!” Said y/n. “That wasn’t our fault y/n!” Said Sam. “I don’t care! He died because of Tara and her little friend group, so now Tara has to pay for what she did to him!” Said y/n giving Tara a psychotic smile. “You know I was hesitant to let y/n join our little gang at first, but when I found out he wanted to kill you for his brother, oh I knew, I knew he would make the perfect killer” said Bailey. “Y/n what about the times when you opened up to me about Stu!” Said Sam. “Unlike you Sam, I actually have the guts to listen to Stu and he’s taught me so many things” said y/n. “That wasn’t him who was teaching you, it was just your messed up fucking head” said Sam.

“Shut the fuck up!” Said y/n as he threw Tara to the ground to shoot at Sam. Little did y/n know Kirby got up and shot him in the stomach. All hell broke loose as Tara hit Quinn with the brick and Sam stabbed Ethan. But after that y/n blacked out for a bit. But when he got up he saw Tara stab Ethan in his mouth. “No!” Said. y/n. Getting up to shoot Tara but he noticed his gun was gone. “Fuck it” Said y/n running at Tara. Little did he know Tara used the knife that she used to kill his boyfriend and started to stab y/n repeatedly until he fell bellow the same TV that killed his uncle. “Looks like I won’t be paying for what ‘I’ did to your brother” said Tara as she dropped the TV onto y/n’s head.

A/n: I was thinking about this being the og ending for Crazy Over You but I decided to make it an alternative ending. Ok now I will be focusing on the Harlan Briggs fanfic :)

#ethan landry #ethan landry x male reader #scream 6 #male reader x scream #male x male #mlm #scream x male reader #malexmale #male reader #angst #swearing

[monstersinthecosmos]

List 7 comfort films and tag 7 people!

Tagged by @ihaventcomeupwthanameforaheroyet ! thanks!! I WROTE DOWN A FEW FAVS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD (IN NO ORDER) AND HAD 9, SO, I THINK IWTV 1994 GOES WITHOUT SAYING LMFAO, ALSO HONORABLE MENTION TO AMERICAN PSYCHO BC IT MAKES ME LAUGH MY ASS OFF EVERY TIME BUT I ULTIMATELY CUT IT FROM THIS PRESITIGOUS LIST.

is it obnoxious if i put some pictures in the post too? Sorry I get really excited to talk about movies hkjdslgasd please don't feel obligated to put pictures in yours, I'm just being extra.

Terminator 2: Judgment Day [1991]

LISTEN I CRY EVERY FUCKING TIME it's just the best, ROBOT DADDY??? HOT MOMMY???? The T-1000 is so scary?? ALL THESE RIDICULOUS EPIC FIGHT SCENES AND THE ACTORS ARE JUST NOT EMOTING AT ALL BECAUSE THEY'RE ROBOTS? The director's cut with the extra scene where John is trying to teach the Terminator to smile and you realize when he does his little side smirk it's because he's copying John's smile, bc when he copied randos it didnt fit on his face?!??! Eddie Furlong's voice cracking which feels like such a happy accident because he's a weak little fragile human in contrast to the killing machine?? PLEASE.

Hellraiser [1987]

IT'S WEIRD, IT'S KINKY, IT'S GAY, IT'S CHEESY, IT'S GOT PRACTICAL EFFECTS THAT ARE KINDA COOL BUT KINDA STUPID, IT'S GOT THE GRAINY 80S COZY FEEL, IT'S GOT INCREDIBLE FEMALE SEXUALITY AND BAD ACTING, I JUST LOVE IT. It's just a movie I put on when I need to relax and wow it just makes me really happy ;.;

Pet Sematary [1989]

okay this one and the next one and the last one are all GRAINY 80S COZY FEEL, you have to understand that I grew up watching 80s horror from like the age of 5 so that flim look, the grain, the flat lighting, it just !!!!!!! gives me so much cozy fuzzy warmth for childhood and I just adore it. Anyway !!!!!!1 I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH it's so extremely dark and also extremely absurd, somehow it's so magnetic that you are immediately immersed even though it's got the aesthetic of a bad TV movie, it's just wonderful I adore it. ALSO a rare super faithful Stephen King adaptation!

An American Werewolf in London [1981]

PRACTICAL EFFECTS MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!11 blah blah cozy 80s, but also! FUNNY! ROMANTIC! TRAGIC! SCARY WHEN IT NEEDS TO BE! I'm so deeply deeply impressed by the practical effects in this film, too! But wow it's so good every time, the hot nurse in this movie is a crazy monsterfucker I adore her, it's a good Armand/Daniel AU, the end is a gut punch every fucking time, it's the best, a naked American man stole my balloons, etc. Absolutely perfect film.

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain [2001]

VISUALLY STUNNING FILM ABOUT AN ASEXUAL WOMAN WITH SOCIAL ANXIETY, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I think this movie like, changed my life maybe? I think I saw it when I was 15 or so and it just had such a huge impact on me. I used to watch it so much I would just turn the subtitles off because I'd get distracted and didnt even need them anymore. It's a movie I used to bring with me when I traveled, like I brought the DVD with me when I studied abroad because I was so scared I'd have anxiety or get homesick, I just always wanted to be able to watch it if I need to. IF I WATCH THIS AT THE WRONG TIME OF THE MONTH I CRY MY EYES OUT which is cathartic in the end, idk if it's comfy or comforting but wow. but wow really amazing film it's so beautiful and had such a huge impact on my worldview and my creativity and the way I write and the way I do photography and just !!! ;.; I'm gonna cry!

The Departed [2006]

I really like it when Leo DiCaprio cries and he's not a super crybaby in his one but he does scream in pain and have the shit beat out of him and has panic attacks and needs anxiety meds! The cast is sick! The music is amazing! It's such cool storytelling!!! It's exciting every time! The ending fucks! GOD. Just wonderful, I love it so much. The Blu-ray starts over every time it ends so every time I watch it I tend to walk away and let it loop all day LOL. It's disgusting how many times I've watched it. ALSO MY BABE VERA FARMIGA WHAT A MILF god i love her.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall [2008]

this is like such a perfect comedy for my sense of humor, INCLUDING A BONUS DRACULA SUBPLOT CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, but is actually such a clever and lovely story about getting over heartbreak wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this movie so fucking much oh my god. Also ever since I worked on ships I feel like especially potent to it because there's something about the social community within the resort that feels so much like the community of a cruise ship crew!! ;.;

Tagging (but no pressure!): @rugbertgoeshome @hekateinhell @mothmage @apoptoses @cup-of-lixx @somevagrantchild @covenofthearticulate

[bluebird-the-seeker]

Let’s Talk about Rise of the Beasts!

So I just finished watching Rise of the Beasts in theatres, and here are some things I noticed:

Optimus acknowledges Bumblebee’s relationship with Charlie from the Bumblebee movie, confirming that the two movies take place in the same universe and that ROTB, while not exactly being a sequel, is a continuation of that universe.

Scourge’s badges display various Autobot badges, Decepticon badges, Predacon, and maximal badges. This confirms the existence of all these factions within the established universe and sets up potential new characters such as Blackarachnia or Dinobot.

Scourge mentions “Primus would be ashamed” when he discovers that Optimus is a Prime, introducing the cybertronian religious aspects we usually only hear about in the comics or in TV shows, such as the lineage of Primes or the original 13 and their connection with Primus.

I didn’t think Pablo could get any worse from the promo art and yet somehow he got way worse the moment he started talking and I’m glad he wasn’t in the movie all that much.

I still wish we could’ve seen the bot modes of the Maximals, we only see them transform in battle and it’s not very clear what they look like. Airazor didn’t transform at all.

The ending of the movie not only sets us up for a sequel, but an entire new continuity and expanded universe. Plus with the introduction of G.I. Joe, one of many references to things we really only see in the comics, there’s a possibility for things like Skywarp’s involvement with G.I. Joe, Marissa Fairborne, Thundercracker, etc.

The G.I. Joe operative that Noah speaks with mentions that they’re “in the middle of a war”. This can be connected back to the Bumblebee movie and the arrival of Decepticons on earth, and could potentially set us up with the main Decepticon/Autobot war in a next film.

They wrote Optimus so well and I love that it shows Optimus building trust with humans instead of having that trust already be established. Very refreshing. His dynamic with Primal was wonderful.

Mirage being able to turn into a suit that Noah can wear is something I personally don’t think has ever been shown in Transformers before in any media or comics? I could be wrong but it’s definitely very very rare if not a completely new concept.

Using Arrival to Earth for the last epic moments was a punch to the gut like wow my feels. And I don’t even like the bayverse movies.

I love how they gave a legitimate reason why Scourge was so powerful instead of just going “oh he’s just really strong and hard to kill” but no Unicron buffed the hell out him.

When Araizor was being taken over by Scourge I gasped and whispered “rust plague” cause if you know you know that disease is a bitch.

Finally humans I can actually tolerate in a Transformers movie.

There’s a lot of potential for this new cinematic universe (I hope)! They left it very open ended and allowed space for all sorts of stuff both from the Comics, the other live action movies, and even the TV shows in terms of references and characters and even plot lines. It’s a perfect grab bag of various Transformers media wrapped nicely with a bow for both new Transformers viewers and old ones.

THEY FINALLY LET BUMBLEBEE SWEAR-

#maccadam #rotb #rise of the beasts #transformers #rotb spoilers #Starscream WHEN #please every show and movie has been dangling the carrot in front of my face #like stop teasing and just give me the goods already

[sgkophie]

hey! first and foremost, congrats on 1k followers!!! so happy for you🫶🏼🫶🏼

now, i would like to request a carlos fic with prompts 3, 54 and 75 and if possible include what happened in suzuka’s race but a bit dramatized, a bit (lot) of angst maybe, like i imagine reader watching through the monitor about to burst into tears

that was all, have a great week!!! 💞💞

Thanks @lorenakaspersen ! ❤️❤️❤️ Love this little ask!

3. “I almost lost you.”

54. “I don’t hate you.”

75. “You’re my everything.”

1K Follower Celebration goes on until next weekend!! You can find that post HERE for a list of prompts and fun asks!

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You sat in the Ferrari garage, watching the cars on the screen. It was the Austrian Grand Prix and Carlos was in P2. You couldn’t bring yourself to go up to the balcony to watch the race. After the huge fight you and Carlos had last night, the guilt was eating you alive. You’d told your boyfriend of three years that you hated him. The look on his face felt like someone had sucker punched you in the gut, and you deserved it. You hated that you had left things with Carlos this way, especially with how dangerous this race was becoming. 

The rain was pouring down at the race track, making the car visibility almost impossible. You couldn’t believe that the FIA had decided to let the drivers race, but you knew the FIA only cared about safety so long as it meant they were making money. 

As you continued to get lost in your thoughts, you all of a sudden heard several gasps in the Ferrari garage. You quickly looked up at the screen to see your boyfriend’s car on the track, turned towards the race as drivers flew by him, barely missing his car. You let out a loud sob as you witnessed the sight, your mind racing at a million miles a minute. Charlotte had seen the footage and immediately ran into the 55 garage, pulling you into a hug and dragging you out of the garage and into Carlos’ drivers room. 

“He’s going to be fine,” she assured you, giving you a hug and handing you some tea she had just made. “He got out and he’s en route now.” 

You nodded, taking a sip of the tea she had made as you sat on his couch, shaking a bit. The two of you sat there for a while, watching the TV in Carlos’ room. When Carlos walked into the room, you ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you continued to sob. Carlos returned the gesture, letting his hands run through your hair as he nodded his thanks to Charlotte who made a quick exit. 

“I almost lost you,” you continued to sob. 

“Oh, cariño, it’ll take a lot to get rid of me,” he tried to joke. 

“I’m so sorry I said that last night. I don’t hate you,” you mumbled, your tears starting to slow down as you looked up at Carlos. 

“I know, my love, I know. We both said stupid things yesterday and I’m sorry too. You’re my everything, you know that right.” Carlos pecked a kiss on your lips, once again squeezing your torso as he held you, the two of you saying nothing as you caught your breath. The race had ended badly for your boyfriend, but as you stood there in the comforting embrace of Carlos, you began to feel peace come over you.

Little did you know that as you Carlos sat in his car as a sitting duck, his only thoughts were on you. As he prayed that he would be able to see your face again, he made himself a promise. If he got out of that car unharmed, he would ask you to marry him as soon as he had the chance. He already had the ring, he just needed the right moment.

As Carlos unwrapped himself from your body, he lowered himself to the ground, pulling out a small box, a huge grin on his face. 

#carlos sainz fanfic #Carlos Sainz x reader #Carlos Sainz jr x reader #Carlos sainz imagine #sgkophiecelebrates1k

[wastemanjohn]

look back into the sun

been talking with @deanwinchesterpregnant, about, well, dean winchester being pregnant. or deanna. here's a short extract from a fic i wrote several thousand words of in one day last year and haven't touched since bc it's just rotting in my drafts 🥲

Deanna found out in a gas station bathroom. She’d been carrying the test around with her for a week. Praying her period would surprise her in the meantime, knowing in her heart that - and she couldn’t stand it anymore. It was hot outside, Sammy had been whining about it for the last hundred miles, and she’d been nauseous the whole drive, terrified to mention it. The two pink lines showed up right away.

The bathroom smelled terrible. She wiped off the test, stuck it in her pocket and threw up in the toilet, like her body was waiting for confirmation. She didn’t feel any better afterwards.

They settled in a motel after sundown, on the outskirts of Bumfuck, Pennsylvania. Everything had felt so normal, in a dreamlike way. Sam had been complaining about them staying in one room, about the privacy he was so obsessed with; John had snapped that he could start making demands when he was bringing some money in himself. Deanna sat next to Sam on the end of their bed, knees touching, as John ran down what he thought they were hunting. They didn’t really need a rundown, though. Missing hearts, pathologist notes John somehow managed to get hold of, query animal attack. It was pretty fucking obvious, and werewolves are straightforward enough.

Sam said as much, then went for a run. John rolled his eyes and let him go, even though it was late, because his resolve to fight with Sam was always in pieces at the end of a long day like that. 

Deanna remembers touching the back of her father’s arm and saying, voice all tight, “Daddy, can I talk to you?”

John looked at the test for what felt like a full minute. A full minute for him to say, “Oh.”

Deanna stood in front of him, arms coiled around her waist like ropes. Quietly, she said, “Yeah.”

John blinked at her. Then stared, like he was seeing her for the first time. “Is it mine?”

“How could you ask me something like that?” Her voice came out all hoarse.

Deanna’s eyes misted over. She felt like she’d been punched in the gut.

John may have had his little bar skanks, his flings when he was states away. He never hid them from Deanna, which made her feel like crap. But Deanna had been faithful. There hadn’t been anyone else since she was seventeen years old. It almost hurt her more that John would think otherwise, than the fact that he wasn’t faithful himself.

He didn’t apologize. He rubbed his hand across his forehead. It was shaking a little. “How did this happen?”

“I don’t know.” Deanna’s hands were shaking too.

“You’re on the pill.”

She nodded. “I-”

“And you take it every single day?” "

There were days when Deanna would forget. Days when it was impossible. She couldn’t just hold the rocksalt and ask a vengeful spirit to wait while she took her contraceptive. John should understand that. He had to understand that. 

She didn’t answer him. But John didn’t really seem to be listening anyway.

His hand was in his hair now. Running through it manically. “I don’t believe this.”

“You think I do?” 

She was in tears. It was the hormones. The hormones, that wanted so badly for her father to give her a hug. Hold her, reassure her. Make everything feel less horrifying, turn down the volume on it. 

“Dad, look at me.”

It was only when the words left her mouth that she realized John wasn’t. He was looking anywhere but. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“I know.”

“Fuck.”

He handed her back the test, still not looking at her. Thrust it at her, really. When he left, with this awful look on his face, Deanna knew better than to follow.

Sam went to bed soon after he got back. Deanna stayed up on the couch, the TV on with the volume down to nothing, picking at the fraying threads on her jeans and gritting her teeth so tight her skull vibrated. The longer she talked herself out of saying fuck it all and having a drink (just one wouldn’t hurt, right?), the longer she wondered how the hell some people go through life never drinking at all. She’d never felt hurt like this, alone like this, afraid like this. Afraid John wouldn’t come home, afraid of what would happen if and when he did.

There was a night, six weeks ago, a hot July night when John had come to her. They’d left Sam alone in the shitty apartment they were renting at the time to go take care of a quick salt and burn, nothing big, done in two days. And John hadn’t been coming to her much during that stretch of time, Deanna remembered that; so it must have been that night. They smelled of lighter fluid and corpse, and there was dirt on their clothes, under their fingernails, and Deanna’s shirt had been off and the night air through the Impala windows felt refreshing against her clammy skin, and John was gentle with her like he nearly always was; and whether it was the adrenaline of the hunt, or John was just feeling lonely, Deanna couldn’t know, but she sat in his lap in the backseat and he tangled his fingers up in her hair and told her he needed her, he needed her right by his side, always, sweet words like that, sweet words that Deanna loved, because John could be really sweet, when he was inside her and they were both flushed and breathless. He had his hands on her face when he came, inside her like always, and Deanna felt the rush of it, and thought nothing about it.

#johndeanna #my writing #fic #unedited unfinished etc

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Collateral - Chapter 2

Masterlist 

Word Count: 2.8k 

Warnings: stalking, mention of past torture, swearing 

“The nurse?” Yelena questioned. You nodded. “I’m lost.” You sighed but smiled.

“Before you found me, she got to me first,” you picked up the pager and traced the buttons and the screen. “I guess more than one group has been following me.”

“Why didn’t you tell everyone?” It was a great question and when you retold the events of the day you almost told them but her voice echoed in your head.  ‘Maybe I didn’t want to be found.’

“I think she didn’t want me to,” you looked at Yelena. “Please keep this between us. We can trust her,” she gave you a pointed look as if she didn’t believe you. You grabbed her hand. “Remember she is the reason we got out of that hell hole.” Yelena nodded, rubbing her thumb across your hand. You loved the feeling of her hands. She had calluses on her fingers and was rough from fighting.

“Okay, I won’t tell anyone unless it becomes dangerous.”

“Thank you, baby,” you kissed her cheek and put the pager in your hand. “Let’s go back to bed.

“Okay,” she whispered, kissing your hand. You turned the TV off and allowed Yelena to bring you back to her room. When she opened the door, you were surprised to see Nate curled up in the middle of the bed using Fanny as a pillow. You smiled at the sight as Yelena gently closed the door, not wanting to wake up the duo. But Fanny woke up. Yelena hushed the Akita and she moved off the bed as soon as you and Yelena climbed in. Immediately, your brother searched for a new pillow.

“Whatcha doing in here, buddy?” You asked, allowing him to rest his head on you.

“Wanna sleep with you and Lena,” he mumbled, eyes still closed. “Wanna keep you safe.” You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as your heart was breaking.

“And you are doing a great job, milyy mal'chik (sweet boy),” Yelena whispered, kissing his head. “Come. Let’s get comfortable.” With a heavy sigh, Nate moved under the covers and rested his head on a pillow. Yelena turned off the side light and was cocooned between the two of you. You felt Yelena’s hands trace up and down your arms. “Hey,” she whispered, trying not to wake him again. Even though the room was dark you could see the green of her eyes. “He’s safe, you're safe,” she said. “Everyone is safe.” For how long, you wanted to say. Instead, you nodded your head and smiled.  

“I love you,” you would never get tired of saying that to her.

“Love you too.”  

*

“I thought Cho said to stay off your ankle,” Natasha said, putting on the punching mitts. You were stretching your legs then your arms and putting the boxing gloves on.

“She did but they aren’t going to stop because I got hurt,” you jumped slightly testing your ankle. It was stiff and a little sore but you’ve experienced worse pain. Hell Kingpin broke your arm when you fought him with Kate. That was the last time you fought and before that was Thanos. You were rusty. There was a feeling deep in your gut that you knew you would have to fight. They weren’t going to go down easily. You slapped your hands together. “So come at me,” she glared at you. “Come on Nat,” you whined. “We trained together during the Blip. What’s different now?”

“Your father is here to kill me this time,” you giggled.

“Like he could kill you,” Natasha smiled. “We can deal with that later. Come on.” She thought for a moment, tilting her head to the side. Finally, she sighed.

“Fine, but we are going to build up to it.” You excitedly nodded your head, jumping on your feet. “Let’s go.” You missed training with Natasha. During the Blip, training provided a sense of peace. It was just you and her and the entire world went quiet. The gym was filled with laughter, grunts of frustration, and so many tears. But it was you and her against the world.

Natasha held up her right hand and you hit it with your left. It went on like that - left hook, right, uppercut, and she tried to touch you but you dogged out of the way. Sweat was pouring down your back and your ankle began to hurt but you pushed on. They weren’t going to stop. They weren’t going to stop until they completed their mission so you weren’t going to stop either.  

“Alright,” Natasha said. “We’ll call it there.” you fell to the floor and took the gloves off. “Not bad, kid,” Natasha sat down next to you and handed you a water bottle. The water was a cool relief. You were sloppy, slow on your reaction tie, and you didn’t have the endurance. “You did well,” she sat down next to you. “For someone you haven't trained to fight you are a natural.”

“You are just saying that to be nice,” she rolled her eyes, hitting her shoulder against yours.

“I get it,” she said, taking a sip of water. “It’s okay to sometimes feel weak,” you stared at your hands. “It’s how we can become stronger.”

“That was poetic,” you joked but before she could return with a sarcastic comment you let out a heavy sigh. “Sometimes I wish I was stronger or maybe I should have been an Avenger to help more people with this gift.”

“Or made even more enemies than this family already has,” you laughed at her dry humor. “No one is upset with you that you tried to have a ‘normal’ life,” she added to the quotations around the word normal. Nothing about your life was normal. “Avenger or not, you are still a badass.”

“Shut up,” you smiled. “You are like the ultimate badass. I don't fall into that category,” you rested your head on her shoulder. “We are gonna catch them, right?”

“Yeah, of course, we are,” she kissed the top of your head.  

“Did we miss the party?” America asked. You looked up as America and Kate walked into the training room.

“I say the party just walked in,” the comment got a hit on the back of your head from Natasha. “Ouch!” You went to punch her but she grabbed onto your hand and flipped you onto your back. You landed with a groan, blinking up at the ceiling, too stunned to speak. Natasha smirked, standing over you.

“Don’t train too hard,” she tapped you playfully on the cheek and ducked underneath the ropes of the boxing ring.

“Suka,” you sat up, rubbing the back of your head.

“You’ve been practicing,” Natasha said, over her shoulder. “I’m impressed.” You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself up. America was laughing at your exchange with your godmother.

“Be quiet,” there was no real bite to your threat which caused her to laugh harder. “What are you guys up to?”

“Looking to burn off some energy,” you wiggled your eyebrows at the archer. “Ew, get your mind out of the gutter. Do you want to spar?” You thought about it, biting the inside of your cheek. The workout with Natasha was good but sparring with America and Kate would be fun.

“Sure, why not,” you finally said. “I’ll go against the winner so I have time to recover from getting my ass kicked by a deranged Russian.” The couple laughed as they walked over to the padded area.

“I’m telling her you said that.”

“She probably already knows,” you said, picking up the water bottle and joining them. They did a light warm-up and stated the rules - the winner would be determined if they could pin their opponent for 3 seconds. It was strictly hand-to-hand, and no weapons or abilities were allowed.

You assumed Kate would have the upper hand with her background in martial arts but America held her own. She was fast on her feet and could predict Kate’s next move but Kate managed to pin her. The archer kissed her girlfriend on the cheek before helping her up. You faked a gag which made Kate flip you off.

Sparring with Kate and America was something you didn’t realize you needed. Yes, it was a good workout but it was fun. Even when you landed on your back or pinned America, you were laughing and smiling. There was a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

You sat on the floor, nursing another bottle of water as you allowed your body to cool down. “I have a question,” America broke the silence, gently tapping your leg to let you know she was talking to you. You leaned back on your hands to look at her. “Your powers. Are you limited to the animals in this universe or this realm?” You sat up straighter, bringing one knee to your chest.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Like dragons or unicorns or if I give you an animal I’ve seen traveling the multiverse,” she clarified. “Or are you limited to animals that are on this Earth?” You looked at her then stared ahead. You weren’t sure or even tested it.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I normally don’t use my powers to fight and cuddling with a dragon doesn't seem ideal.” Kate laughed, shaking her head. It was hard on your parents to teach an energetic kid how to control their powers. They relied heavily on SHIELD to train you. Even then SHIELD had never seen someone like you. Your training consisted of controlling your emotions, only turning into small animals, and only using your powers when necessary.  

“Maybe try something small,” America giggled. “Like Valkyries’ Warsong.”

“That’s small?!” Your eyes widened. America laughed, throwing her head back and clapping.

“Okay, okay,” she whipped a tear that fell from her eye. “Try a Niffler.” A beat of silence passed between the group. You blinked at her.

“Come again?” You questioned, looking at the archer trying to see if she could decipher what her girlfriend said. But all you got was a shrug. America groaned, grabbing her phone. It didn’t take her long to search.

“That’s a Niffler,” she said. “A fictional character from Harry Potter.” You were staring at a rodent-like creature with a long snout and a coat of black, fluffy fur. You showed Kate the phone.

“Oh! Oh! I remember it now. It’s the little nugget that likes to steal shiny objects.” You giggled, handing the phone back to America.

“So, do you think you could turn into it?” You thought about it. Truth be told, you never tried fictional creatures. You barely turned into real ones.

“I uh can try,” you stood up and pictured the creature in your mind. Taking a calming breath, you changed. You were looking up at Kate and America so you knew you were small.

“Close,” America said. Kate tilted her head to the side.

“I think she’s a platypus,” you changed back, rubbing your head and a frown edged on your face. That was new. You could always change into an animal if you thought about it.

“Alright,” you shook out your arms and legs. “Let me try again.” And you tried. Again and again. Without your failure, you couldn’t turn into the stupid Niffler. You got a groundhog, a guinea pig, and a capybara for some reason. “One,” you whipped the sweat off your forehead. “One more time.” Your chest was heaving and your arms were above your head, trying to expand your lungs to get more air in them. America and Kate exchanged a worried glance.

“Are you sure?” Kate asked. Her eyebrows were pinched together in worry.

“I’m fine,” you waved her off. “Just a little winded from the rapid switching.” You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady your beating heart. You pictured it in your mind. Black fur. Long snout. A pouch on their belly. You closed your eyes and shifted.

“You did it!” America exclaimed, picking you up. It was weird, a little disorienting, and you could smell the gold change that Kate was wearing on her neck. You jumped to the archer’s shoulder and unclipped her necklace as you jumped back on the ground.

“Give it back,” she said, as you turned back with the necklace in your hand. You laughed, tossing it back to her.

“So I guess that answers your question,” you said to America. This changed everything in how you looked at your gift. It was limitless. All you had to do was practice.  

*

You were surprised to see Yelena in your room sitting on the edge of your bed. “Yes mama,” she said on the phone. She smiled at you. “She just walked in. Would you like to speak with her?” She gave you a look that screamed, ‘Help me.’ You smiled, holding out your hand. Yelena gave you the phone.

“Hi Melina,” you said.

“Medvezhonok (little bear), how are you?” She asked. “Do you need Alexei and me to come to New York?” You laughed.

“No, I think we’ll be okay but I will take you up on that.”

“Can you get away from Yelena?” The older Widow asked. You hummed, walking into the bathroom. You turned on the water to wash your hands, hoping the sound would draw out what she has to say. “How are you?” She asked again.

“Angry,” you said, adjusting the phone on your shoulder.

“I can’t say that I blame you,” Melina sighed. “Alexei and I are pushing some old contacts. Some are reluctant to talk but we have our ways.” You smiled, flashing in the mirror. Yelena was watching you, a smile on her lips that screamed how much she loved and cared for you. You smiled but images of Yelena getting hurt flashed through your mind. She was the one suspended in the air as that monster whipped her back or she was sitting in the chair as he stabbed her. You could hear her screams, and feel the pain radiating off of her. You looked away, staring at the sink.

“Let us know,” you said. “I want whoever is behind this head on a stick.”You turned off the water.  

“And you’ll get it, medvezhonok (little bear),” Melina said. “Take care of yourself.”

“Always,” you promised, drying your hands and ending the call. You returned the phone to your girlfriend, kissing her on the cheek.

“I remember Cho telling you to stay off your ankle,” you bit the inside of your cheek as you walked inside your closet. You had a few options but nothing compared to your full wardrobe. You hoped they let you go shopping.  

“I just needed to let out some frustration,” you grabbed a shirt you were pretty sure was Natasha’s and leggings. You walked back into your room and saw a smirk on your girlfriend’s face. “Natasha took it easy on me.”

“Of course it was Natasha,” she mumbled. She grabbed your elbow stopping you from walking back into the bathroom. You desperately needed a shower.

“If I promise to ice it, you will let me shower, please,” you pleaded. She smiled, kissing you softly.

“Are you up for some walking?” You turned your head to the side. “I talked to Sam and he agreed we can go shopping if Natasha, Wanda, and your father join us.”

“That’s amazing!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around her neck. Yelena laughed.

“I didn’t tell you the best part,” you hummed, massaging her neck. “All our shopping will go on Stark’s credit card.” You giggled.

“Let me shower and we can go,” she kissed you.

“Can I join you?” You pulled away from her but she chased after your lips. “Please, malyshka (baby girl).” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t twist my arm, Belova.” You dragged her into the bathroom.

*

“This is weird, right?” You asked, holding onto Yelena’s arm as you were walking around the city. Natasha and Wanda were walking in front of you while Clint took up the rear. Your mom and siblings were somewhere between you and Clint. The three veteran Avengers wore the photostatic veil to hide their appearance.  

“Extremely,” Yelena said. You sighed. She brought you closer, kissing the side of your head. “This won’t be forever. It’s just to keep you safe.” You nodded.

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you.”

“Love you too, moy svet (my light).

*

This was the boring part of his job but when the boss tells you to follow the daughter of Hawkeye and her Black Widow girlfriend one can’t say no. He brought his camera up and took a few pictures of the couple. Questions weren’t meant to be asked but he was curious about why they needed these photos. But like a good soldier he followed, took the pictures, and waited for his next order.

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