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Stay With Me

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Summary: After an argument with Eddie, (Y/n) picks up an extra shift at work. Both of them wish she didn't when she gets shot on duty.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) hauled off Eddie's hoodie that she had been wearing all afternoon and slung it over the back of the dining room chair before she headed through into the kitchen. It felt strange to have the house deathly quiet and barely alive like this. But she had just taken Chris to spend the night with Evan since they hadn't had a lot of time together recently and Chris was starting to miss his uncle Buck.

She loved Chris to death, he had quickly wormed his way into her heart and when he started to call (Y/n) mum, it was the best day of her life. She wasn't used to having the house this quiet without him playing his video games or dancing away to music. But it would be nice to have a night with Eddie without having to worry if Chris could hear them or if he was alright and check what he was doing.

She knew he was with Evan and having the time of his life; whenever her brother came round Chris never wanted him to leave. Last week he went as far as having a meltdown when Evan had to go on shift and leave them. At least he didn't have to be upset this time, he could spend the full night with 'his Buck' and (Y/n) knew Eddie was relieved that Chris's first night away from home- other than being with his grandparents- was with someone they both trusted.

Rounding the kitchen counter, (Y/n) tiredly looked in the fridge, trying to decide if she was actually hungry or not. She had been feeling sick today and the past few days she had no energy, even when she was at work all she wanted to do was go home to bed.

(Y/n) could hear that Eddie had put the tv on in the living room a few minutes ago when he came home and she guessed he would soon be looking for a movie to watch together. With his work pattern, whenever Eddie got an evening or a day off, he binged a few good movies because he didn't have a lot of free time to watch movies. Other than the same five cartoon movies Chris was currently obsessed with.

"When did you get this?"

Pulling away from the fridge, (Y/n) heaved it shut with a sigh and turned on her heels to look over at Eddie.

Her eyes raked over his frame, noticing the way his hair was brushed back on his head and curling up at the ends like he had run it through with wax. He was wearing a dark grey sleeveless shirt and his body was leaning up against the kitchen doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest and for a second, (Y/n) wasn't sure what he was referring to, until her eyes landed on the small box he had put on the counter in front of him.

A pregnancy test.

"Oh, uh, I don't know, last week maybe?" She leaned forward on the counter and arched her back out with her arms folded in front of her.

(Y/n) had bought so many pregnancy tests this last year that she couldn't remember when she got most of them. Usually when she thought she had one in the bathroom cupboard, she went and found she'd already used it and had to go for another. That was probably a spare one she'd bought on the off chance of needing it.

It was a sore subject to talk about at the moment.

A whole year they had been trying. A year of wanting to get pregnant and coming up empty handed with a lot of false positives. Chris had become (Y/n)'s child as much as Eddie's when they got married, he was calling and referring to her as his mum and (Y/n) was in the process of adopting him. But it didn't stop her wanting to have a baby of her own.

She yearned to have a baby and see Eddie with a baby in his arms and Eddie had as much baby fever as (Y/n), but nothing was going to plan. (Y/n) was pregnant two months after they got married but it hadn't been straight forward. (Y/n) thought she might have been pregnant, she had a suspicion but before she could take a test or book a doctor's appointment, she woke in the night with horrid cramps and found out she'd miscarried without really knowing she was pregnant.

That was as close as she came to being pregnant. For the year that they had been trying, nothing had happened and (Y/n) didn't know what to do with herself or how to get out of the slump it was putting her in.

"I thought we agreed not to do any more tests for a while?" Eddie uncrossed his arms and crossed the kitchen to reach her but he hated the glum, broken look in (Y/n)'s eyes when she looked up at him.

Without replying, (Y/n) simply shrugged and started to tangle her fingers together. She didn't acknowledge Eddie's hand on her lower back because she knew where this conversation was going to go. All she did was tilt her head to the right when Eddie's lips merged with her neck and she let herself melt into the feeling, just for a while.

"Mi amor?"

"I wasn't intending on using it, not yet anyway." She didn't remember when she bought it, she had on intentions of sitting and looking at a negative test.

"That's what you said before," Eddie rolled his lips together and took a deep breath when (Y/n) shrugged out of his touch and turned to face him with one elbow leant on the counter.

"That's not funny."

"I'm not trying to joke. We said we wouldn't take any more tests after last time."

Eddie didn't want to come home and find (Y/n) slumped on the floor, staring into the void of a negative test. Unable to move, unsure what to say. If she wanted to do a test Eddie would rather (Y/n) do it when he was home with her but that being said, he didn't want to take any more tests. Not unless they were dead certain they were within a chance of having a positive.

He was sick of seeing the negatives on the test and watching a little piece of (Y/n) break each time they took a test. Eddie would rather forget about tests all together and forget that they were trying for a baby. If they didn't overthink this, then maybe they would have a baby without having to focus and try so hard.

"And we're not." (Y/n) dragged her fingers through her hair, brushing the strands further back on her head and out of her eyes. She moved away from the counter and grabbed the dreaded test that had become her enemy rather than her friend.

"Good."

"Why is that good?" She couldn't drag her eyes away from the test to look over at Eddie. Just this once, (Y/n) wished she could tear it open, try the test and have it come back positive.

Just this once. Was she really asking too much by wanting a baby?

"Because I don't like seeing you break down every time we get a test. Hide the damn thing and forget about it. We might get lucky without all the pressure." Eddie leaned back, using his quick reflexes to catch the test when (Y/n) tossed it his way. If he wanted to hide it, he could go ahead and they would see if his relaxed way would go down well or not.

(Y/n) clamped her hand down on her hip and leaned her other side into the counter. Her eyes watched her husband with intrigue as he tossed the test from one hand to the other like it was burning hot and scolding his skin. But her heart dropped down to her stomach when she noticed him glance towards the bin. It was a quick, swift movement, barely noticeable, but (Y/n) saw. She almost expected him to toss the test in the bin but he settled on throwing it on the top shelf in the medicine cupboard.

"May as well forget about it, we won't need it."

His words were like a knife puncturing through (Y/n)'s stomach and she could feel bile creeping up the back of her throat as her stomach twisted and clenched.

"Why would you say that?" The pain in (Y/n)'s eyes matched the croak in her voice and she furiously rubbed her sleeve against her eyes to stop herself from crying. She had cried enough, she wasn't in the mood to break down about this, again.

It hurt more than Eddie could comprehend that when he and Shannon had Chris, they hadn't been trying for a baby. Chris was the reason they got married, both being Catholics and raised with the installed thought of 'doing the right thing.' Chris was a surprise, the best kind, he and Shannon didn't have to try for a year to have a baby and Shannon took that and the family she had, for granted.

And here (Y/n) was, married to the man who stole her heart from the first moment they met. She loved him and Chris and they had their own little family together, but (Y/n) couldn't seem to catch a break when it came to a baby. They had done things the way Eddie's family would have wanted, marriage first, then children. But none were arriving.

(Y/n)'s teeth started to grind down together when Eddie stared across at her with those big doe eyes that were full of panic and fright.

He hadn't meant to say that outloud.

"No, baby I didn't mean it like that."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't." His hands moved to clamp down on his hips and his head tilted to the side as he looked at her with a hardened, unhappy expression. "We don't need a fucking test right now, we need to stop panicking. We have time and it'll either happen or it won't."

He didn't like the way (Y/n) scoffed and her lips curled into a snarky smile. Why could he not see this from her perspective?

"Why not just give up, hm? Shannon didn't even have to try to have Chris and I've been with you almost five years and all I get is a false positive and then a miscarriage. Clearly it's not happening."

"That's not what I'm saying. Do you think I enjoy seeing you upset like this? I'm sick of seeing you so broken and not being able to do anything about it. At least whenever Shannon did a test she didn't cry when it was negative,"

"Well it's a fucking shame you married me, Edmundo."

Eddie knew he had taken it too far the moment he spoke and hearing his full name from (Y/n) only made him cringe and back up into the counter. He hated the way she said his name. He knew he well and truly fucked up when (Y/n) croaked his name like that and had to fight back tears from his crudeness.

He didn't mean it.

Tears welled up in the corners of Eddie's eyes when (Y/n) bypassed him, moving as far to the counter as she could so even her arm didn't brush his chest an inch. And panic bubbled up in Eddie's chest when he watched his wife barge through the dining room, grab her bag from the table and march towards the front door.

What was she doing? Where was she going? He didn't want her to leave, he wanted to stay and talk and make up for the stupid things he had just said that he well and truly didn't mean.

"Wait- where are you going?" The panic in his voice almost made (Y/n) crumble. Almost.

With her jacket slung over her arm and her bag on her shoulder, (Y/n) grabbed her keys and unlocked the door.

"I'm going to work."

"You're not on shift. Baby don't leave, I'm sorry I didn't mean it-"

"I'll pick up the night shift and pray I won't be such a cry baby by morning." When the door slammed shut behind her, Eddie slumped his back into the wall and let himself slide down to the floor with a thud.

What had he done?

***

"Are you okay?"

(Y/n) slumped down in her seat and leaned her head against the window that felt cold and soothing against her burning temple. Night shifts always caught her off guard, they didn't make her feel great when most of her shifts were day shifts since Eddie did a fair few nights.

Every time she went onto a night shift, (Y/n) felt like she was going to collapse the moment she got home and she could never sleep during the day which made her feel even worse. But being on shift was preferable to being at home with Eddie and either sitting in silence or carrying on the argument.

"Just tired,"

"Hm. Makes sense that you'd pick up the late shift if you're tired." Athena tilted her head to the side and gave (Y/n) a knowing look, sporting her signature, calming smile.

Since moving down to LA with Evan, the siblings both felt like Athena and Bobby had taken them under their wings and become their surrogate parents. Bobby looked out for Evan at the station and was always there for him outside of the station when he needed him. And when (Y/n) became a cop, she had Athena to look out for her and be there when she needed a shoulder to lean on.

"I'd just rather be anywhere else right now." There was no point divuldging why she was here and not back at home on her day off. It was easier to try and forget the reason why she wasn't going home yet and pray that in the morning, the atmosphere would be gone by the time she walked through the door.

A bolt of relief surged through (Y/n) when the radio went off, asking for assistance. She needed something to focus her mind on because she wasn't the one driving tonight. Driving the streets aimlessly was something she and Eddie did when they or Chris couldn't sleep and it was only going to make (Y/n) break down and want to go back home.

"Anyone available to assist in a house call? Neighbours are reporting raised voices and items being thrown."

"This is Seven-two-seven-L-thirty, responding."

(Y/n) looked across at Athena as she shimmied up and sat up straight in her seat to try and liven herself up. It was strange to see Athena without her usual sunglasses she always wore when she was on shift, but she didn't wear them out on a night shift. It tended to give people the wrong impression and they didn't exactly help.

"Off we go," (Y/n) heaved herself out the car and stretched, clicking her back into place as she shut the door behind her.

As soon as she was on her feet, (Y/n) felt like the cold air was wrapping her up and suffocating her. Her stomach was still churning from earlier and she was sweating despite the cool midnight breeze.

"The side gates open, I'll take a look."

(Y/n) nodded and watched Athena move away from the path towards the right side of the house. The gate was swinging open in the wind, creaking back and forth which wasn't alarming but it could be something to worry about.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) followed the narrow path up to the front door and tried to peek into the window to see if there were any lights on or any sound of noise. The neighbours called in raised voices and items being thrown about but the house was deadly quiet right now.

"Police, could you open the door please? We're here for a welfare check." (Y/n) knocked on the door three times before she leaned towards the window when she heard some movement. "Open the door please." She tried again with another round of knocking but whoever was inside was now rummaging around. They weren't going to open up.

A sigh passed her lips as she took a few steps away from the door and moved back onto the path. Her hand curled around her radio and she did a sweep around the quiet street.

"Athena, any luck round back? I might check in with the neighbours- oh, someone's opening up."

When the door unlocked and creaked open, (Y/n) walked back up the steps but she stopped short when a woman shot out the door. She collided into (Y/n)'s shoulder, pushing her back and causing her to twist on her feet as she regained her balance. Falling on the pavement wasn't going to do her any favours tonight.

"Miss- miss wait-"

(Y/n) scrunched her hand around the girl's sleeve and tried in vain to stop her bolting away and rushing down the empty street. But just as her hand left the girl's shoulder, everything seemed to stop when a shot rang through the air.

At first, she thought Athena had come through the house and was trying to apprehend someone. It didn't dawn on (Y/n) that it was someone else in the house shooting until a blinding, horrifying pain coursed through her left shoulder.

Her body tilted backwards and she managed to stay upright for three wobbling steps back while her right hand moved to press to her shoulder without thinking. Blood soaked into her palm. The touch on her shoulder made it ignite in white hot pain. No air went in or out of her lungs and her knees caved in on her.

She didn't reach the floor before another shot imbedded in her left thigh just before her back hit the ground.

Her head smashed into the pavement, sending her vision black with little white spots like the stars had fell down to Earth and were dancing in front of her eyes.

The collision seemed to act as a button that turned her hearing off. All (Y/n) could hear was static. It was buzzing in her ears, ringing around in her head and worsening the way her body was shaking when she couldn't hear what was going on. Her eyes wouldn't focus on anything but the flashing stars blinking in front of her. How could she protect herself if all she could see were stars and all she could hear was blinding, buzzing background static.

(Y/n) couldn't help herself if the gunman came outside and tried to shoot at her or the civilian who most probably had fled the street by now. She couldn't protect Athena if she didn't know what was going on or where (Y/n) and the shooter were.

All she could do was lie there like prey, giving in and ready to be killed for sport.

"Shots fired! Officer down I need immediate back up and an ambulance to my location now!" Athena slumped down on her knees, dragging her eyes over (Y/n)'s frame. She had handcuffed the shooter to the radiator in the doorway after she entered the house through the open back door.

She could feel Athena's hand briefly grab hers to let her know who it was beside her and that she was safe.

"(Y/n), can you hear me? You just stay with me, help is on the way."

Something akin to a gurgling scream burned at the back of (Y/n)'s throat when she felt something tight strap around her thigh somewhere near the wounded area. She couldn't pinpoint where she had been shot. Her leg was tingling from her hip bone all the way down to her toes that were cold and numb in her boots.

Her head turned to the side and her hands blindly reached out while her vision slowly started to come back to her. She could just about see Athena hovering over her and she soon realised Athena had used her belt as a turniquet around her thigh to prevent the blood loss. As soon as she pulled it tighter, (Y/n) screamed and thrashed her upper body down against the concrete.

Everything started to shake. Each breath she took made her chest shudder and spit foamed at her mouth as she pushed her breaths through gritted teeth that were puncturing down into her tongue.

Everything burned. Everything hurt. She was trapped in a body that was on fire and tearing itself apart.

Why did she bother coming on shift tonight? Why didn't she stay home with Eddie? An argument wasn't worth getting shot at, she should have talked things out with him.

He begged her to stay, why didn't she stay?

"Stay with me, sweetie, stay with me."

Tears stained (Y/n)'s face and burned into her skin like acid when both Athena's hands pressed down on her shoulder. She couldn't tie anything around her arm or chest as a turniquet, all Athena could do was apply as much pressure as she could to slow down the bleeding until paramedics came to help.

The pressure made (Y/n) choke and she reached a hand out, fumbling around until she could curl her fingers around Athena's wrist.

"Eddie. Eddie."

"Sweetie let's focus on getting some medics here-"

"Eddie!"

She screamed her husband's name at the top of her lungs until she saw Athena grapple with one hand to fish her phone out of her pocket. She had to keep (Y/n) calm or else she was going to go into shock and that wouldn't do her any favours when she had two gunshot wounds.

Blood smeared onto her phone when she swiped a shaky finger across the screen and scrolled down to Eddie's contact. As soon as she clicked on his name, she returned both hands to (Y/n)'s shoulder and pushed down as hard as she could until it felt like her hands were going to burst through (Y/n)'s body.

"Athena? Everything okay?" Eddie's confused voice came through the speaker and just the tone of his voice made (Y/n)'s head loll to the right towards the phone, wishing he was here instead of on the other end of the line.

Sirens wailed in the distance before she could answer and it made her jaw clench. She shouldn't be calling Eddie yet, it was too early when all the attention needed to be focused on (Y/n), but if she didn't, she had a feeling (Y/n) would become very hard to calm and control.

"Eddie I need you to listen carefully. (Y/n)'s been involved in an accident, you need to meet us at Mercy hospital."

"No, no what kind of accident? Is she okay?!"

"Eddie," (Y/n)'s eyes dazed around in circles, unable to focus on anything except the sound of her husband's panicked voice. His name slipped past her lips again, but much quieter this time and (Y/n) found she couldn't hear his response, or anything Athena was trying to shout at her.

"(Y/n), honey you stay with me now, help is here. Eddie meet us at the hospital." She ended the call, swallowing down the guilt consuming every inch of her being when the last thing she heard was Eddie's scream of protest. She couldn't have him on the phone when she could feel (Y/n)'s pulse was starting to fade. They had to get her to the hospital and Eddie would have to drown in the same panic as Athena until he got there.

***

This had to be the one. This was the third ambulance Eddie had seen pull into the parking bay just at the side of the emergency room entrance. He hastily parked his car as close as he could get and stood to the side of the ambulance entrance to the hospital. Eddie knew if he went through the reception in the emergency room he would be pushed to the side and would have to wait for hours in agony.

Whereas if he waited here, he could see Athena and (Y/n) come through the emergency room and he could stay with them that way.

Two ambulances had parked up since Eddie got here and neither of them had brought in his wife. He was starting to lose the feeling in his fingers and feet and at any moment he was sure he would throw up. If he hadn't of started the argument, (Y/n) wouldn't have gone on shift and she wouldn't have been hurt somehow.

The only silver lining here was that Chris was staying with Evan for the night. Eddie didn't have to panic and flutter about finding someone to look after Chris and waste time driving around. He had been able to get straight in the car and drive down to the hospital.

Eddie looked down to his phone again, desperate to call Athena but he knew better. His eyes flitted between his phone and the latest ambulance and he took two steps closer when the back doors opened.

Bingo.

"Athena!" He slipped his phone back into his pocket and skidded across the path to reach them, growling when one of the medics tried to push him back.

"Sir stand back-"

"That's my wife!" Both Eddie's hands moved to tangle in his hair and he started to yank harshly on the strands, feeling a few hairs coming loose between his fingers. His elbows pressed out at his sides and each breath started to run away from him when he realised what they were doing.

One of the medics was stood on the side of the stretcher, hands interlocked, arms straight, pushing compressions down on (Y/n)'s chest. Her heart had stopped.

There was an airbag attached to her mouth and nose, pushing each breath she needed through her system. Eddie spied a turniquet on her left leg and a bundle of gauze and rolls of bandage wrapped around her upper thigh that were starting to turn crimson. Another medic was stood on the other side, applying pressure and a large wad of gauze down onto (Y/n)'s left shoulder but the blood was everywhere. Soaked into her shirt, smeared up her neck, lathering the medic's hands and wrists.

Blood was splattered all over Athena. Her shirt, her hands all the way upto her elbows. A few droplets were even dotted on her cheek from back splash when she tried to stem the bleeding.

Eddie's feet were moving before he could comprehend what was happening and suddenly he and Athena were bolting inside down the hall after the gurney. They stopped only when the gurney travelled down a restricted corridor and the pair of them were left waiting, helpless in an empty corridor.

"What happened?"

"We were doing a welfare check… a woman fled the house and the husband open fired on the lawn. We didn't know he had a gun, there was nothing we could do."

"S-someone, shot her?"

He wasn't sure why, but gunshots didn't cross his mind when he saw the blood and the gauze padded onto his wife. He thought of knife wounds or a car accident. Eddie was married to a cop and a gunshot didn't even cross his mind.

He had to call Evan. And Maddie. He needed to find someone who would be able to watch Chris so Evan could come down to the hospital, he wouldn't be persuaded otherwise once Eddie called him and told him the news. (Y/n)'s siblings were the closest people to her, they were her world, the people who raised her when their parents couldn't. They would want to be here, waiting with Eddie for news.

What had he done? Why did he let her leave?

***

A groan tumbled past Eddie's lips and he slowly brought a hand up to his eyes, rubbing forcefully to try and wake himself up and take a look around. He could of cried when he realised he was in the same spot he had been hours ago. He wasn't waking up from this nightmare, he was trapped.

The moment he tilted his head up, his neck clicked into place and sent a shudder running down the base of his spine. His legs were numb and tingling, stretched out in front of him and his back was aching from falling asleep on the floor, leant up against the wall.

The chairs had been too uncomfy to sit on for long and when a panic attack took over him, Eddie curled up on the floor and hadn't moved since.

He stretched his arms above his head but when his eyes locked on a doctor aiming his way, Eddie jumped to attention. He stood up on wobbling legs and braced himself back against the wall with his hands clasped together in front of him. In the time it took the doctor to walk across the corridor to him, Eddie's hands were dripping with sweat and the back of his neck prickled with heat and goosebumps.

"Mr Diaz?"

His throat was too tight to speak so he settled for nodding his head and moved across with the doctor to sit on the chairs a few feet away.

Suddenly, Eddie was glad he was alone. If this conversation went the wrong way, Eddie didn't want to be around friends and family when he had a break down. Evan and Maddie were on their way here as soon as they could drop Chris off with Hen and Karen. Athena had gone to get changed after her interview with the chief of police and she would be back later with Bobby.

That left Eddie to sit and panic in the corridor for the last three hours, riding out the early morning in a state of perpetual fear he had never felt before.

"Your wife is out of surgery, it went very well."

Relief washed over Eddie like the tide claiming the sand and he let his body slump forward to land his head in his hands.

Thank God. It worked. She was okay.

"We removed both bullets, the one in her thigh was less severe. I'm afraid the shot to the shoulder managed to fracture into the joint. It will take longer to heal and your wife will need physiotherapy."

"She… she coded when she arrived…" Eddie wasn't sure what he was asking but he could feel the panic swirling around in his head. (Y/n) had stopped breathing when the ambulance pulled up. She had CPR on her way into theatre, that could have had a lot of adverse affects and cause lasting problems, depending on how long she was not breathing.

"We restarted her heart upon arrival, she's had normal rhythm since then and two blood transfusions. We were rather worried surgery would push her body into a miscarriage, but so far the fetus seems fine. We will keep doing daily observations just to make sure."

"What are you talking about?"

Her expression faltered and Eddie watched the way she fiddled with her hands on her lap, grimacing at her mistake. She should have eased into that conversation and tied to gage whether Eddie had any inkling about this or not. Now she had put her foot right in it.

"I'm very sorry, I presumed you would have known. Your wife is pregnant, congratulations, you are both very lucky under the circumstances."

Eddie's hands clamped together and he leaned forward, pressing his mouth against the side of his hand with a sudden desire to bite down into the flesh and rip it apart.

What had he done?

Their argument earlier in the night had been futile and pointless and he should have stopped her from leaving. If they took the test the night would have gone very differently. If they had worked things out and stayed home together, they would have found out this news in a few weeks and everything would have been better. (Y/n) wouldn't need to be pent up on bed rest and undergoing surgery and physio and cardiac arrest. She wouldn't have gone through all of this and ended up being shot if they didn't argue.

"I want to see her."

"Of course, this way."

Eddie could barely feel his legs when he stood up. He was trembling all over and he raked his nails over his thighs to try and ward off the sudden energy and adrenaline fuelling through his system.

"Eddie," The way she said his name when he bolted through the door made him shiver. He couldn't get her voice out of his head. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear her crying out for him while he sat motionless and powerless to do anything to help his wife. He was never going to get that shrill cry out of his head, no matter what he did to try and forget.

Tears were already streaming down his face by the time he stumbled over to the bed and reached out for her.

He could see the way her eyes blinked rapidly and how she tilted her head groggily to the side to try and lock her gaze onto him. She had only just started to come round from the anaesthetic.

Eddie let himself slump down on the side of the bed and he took a second to rake his eyes over his wife's frame. Her left arm was wrapped up in a sling, bound to her chest which she seemed rather put out and confused about. And he didn't dare look under the blanket to see how badly her leg would look. He could only imagine how discoloured, swollen and sore it was going to be. Eddie had had his fair share of bullet wounds in the past.

When her fingers curled around his bicep, Eddie slipped his hands beneath her back as carefully as he could and gently pulled (Y/n) up when she tried to lean over for him. Her right arm curled around his neck, scratching her nails into his skin and her face slumped forward onto his shoulder. While Eddie wrapped one arm around her lower waist to keep her pinned into his chest and his other hand cupped the back of her neck.

He buried his nose into her hair and sighed against the side of her temple, pressing as many kisses to her skin as he could manage.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

(Y/n) turned her head until she could press a butterfly kiss against the underside of Eddie's jaw and her hazy eyes tried to focus on him when he pulled his head back to look down at her.

"Hm?" What was he sorry for? From what (Y/n) could recall, Eddie hadn't been the one to shoot her. He hadn't done anything wrong, he didn't force her out the house or make her pick up that shift. She should have gone for a drive to clear her head instead of pushing herself to go on shift when she didn't need to. It was stupid of her.

"I shouldn't have let you walk out the door. If I didn't say all those things, you wouldn't have been hurt." Eddie tilted his head to the side and swiped his cheek against his shoulder to rid the tears from his eyes. words were never going to be enough to explain how horrid and idiotic and ruthless he felt for what had happened tonight.

"Baby, I walked out… I k- I knew going to work would be a bad idea," (Y/n) leaned forward again and buried her face into Eddie's neck, groaning into his shoulder when it felt like a storm was rolling into her mind.

"We should have taken the test,"

"Hm?"

(Y/n)'s lips twitched against Eddie's neck and she curled her hand against his back and nuzzled her nose into his neck. She couldn't see what he meant by that, unless there was some secret undertone she was missing. Her eyes soon opened and her lips parted when Eddie's arms suddenly unravelled from her skin and moved to cup her face instead. He smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks and gently lifted her head up from his neck so he could look down at her.

The hazy look in her eyes made his heart melt and when she tried to smile so sweetly up at him, Eddie shivered. She had been shot, twice, and had been on the brink of death and here she was trying to smile to calm him down.

"Mi amor, you're pregnant."

Confusion flooded her face and her eyes narrowed while her smile morphed into something closer to unsettling panic.

If this was some sort of joke, it was in very poor taste and it wasn't funny in the least. But the longer (Y/n) stared up at Eddie, the sooner she realised he wasn't trying to play some sick joke on her or guilt trip her. A cry burned at the back of her throat and she choked on her breath as her head started to shake.

"But… I," (Y/n)'s hand fumbled towards her shoulder and her leg twitched at the memory of being hurt. If she was pregnant, she had put herself and the baby in danger by going on shift tonight. She had been shot, how could the baby be okay after that?

"Shh, it's okay, you're both okay." Eddie's fingers brushed across her cheeks, wiping away the tears falling down her face before he leaned down to kiss her. "And I'm gonna make sure nothing else happens to you. I swear."

#eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz x reader #imagine #911 imagine #pregnant! reader #eddie x reader #athena grant

[911onfox]

It’s Monday, I need a hug too. 

#911 on fox #911 #the 118 #Maddie Buckley #jennifer love hewitt #howie chimney han #chimney #couple goals #no I seriously need a hug #the struggle is real #or maybe I just need to binge 911 today

[outrunningthedark]

Wait, there’s a rumor that Oliver and Ryan hate each other?? Sorry i just realized this is super random lol but I literally just binged 911 and went into the tags to kinda surf the fandom and honestly I’m not quite sure how I landed on your post 😂 but yeah I didn’t know that was a thing, that Ryan and Oliver don’t like each other.

This is the one and only time I will explain this because I know everyone who's been here is tired of talking about it. In May 2020, 9-1-1 twitter dug up old tweets from Ryan's then-fiancée (current wife) in which she used the N-word. (Why anyone even cares what Chrysti Ane has to say is beyond me.) Ryan chose to defend his fiancée/the mother of his child and went on instagram live to state that he and his friends "...make fun of each other's races all the time. We call each other slurs all the time." Fans were "asking" (read: demanding) Oliver to comment on what transpired, so he said: “I know a lot of you want to hear my thoughts on what a cast member said today on IG live. I can tell you that my opinion is there is absolutely no excuse for the use of the N-word. It belongs to the black community only and I absolutely don’t agree with it being used by anyone else under any circumstances.” Someone else tweeted that "maybe we should ask his black castmates how they feel about this" because everything was focused on how Oliver reacted, and Aisha weighed in: "How I FEEL daily is a perpetual state of GRIEF. There’s sadly no version of this indefensible discourse that doesn’t exacerbate that grief. There’s legions of learned behaviors that need to be named and neutered so we don’t continue to give life to them. May we know & DO BETTER.” After that, Ryan made another statement in which he said he does not condone the use of the N-word by anybody who is not black and used the word "slurs" when what he really meant was "stereotypes". Some of our fandom took it upon themselves to decide that Oliver was never going to forgive Ryan for what he'd done and that Buddie would suffer because of it. Those people I am referencing have been waiting for Ryan to be written out of the show ever since his comments were posted and grow angrier with every week that passes, so they keep trying to convince new fans who don't know any better that Ryan and Oliver are enemies who only communicate during work hours. And y'no what? NOBODY CARES IF THAT'S TRUE. Whatever hypothetical distance there might be between them off screen has absolutely no impact on their connection once the cameras are rolling. Oliver said as much: "The job of the actor is to try and play with the most truthful thing within that moment and take into consideration, even subconsciously, the relationship we have built between us as the characters.

I don't know if there is now a conscious decision made about particular moments, it's just playing the truth of the moment and then we see that result on screen." [source for Oliver's quote] [source for the details about Ryan]

#anonymous #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1

[bbyboybrock--archived]

The New Hampshire House (Trap House Imagine)

Summary: You and the trap house boys decided to travel to New Hampshire for a week to film Sam and Colby’s new series. Trouble arises on the first night.

Written: 2020

Word Count: 2,250

Warnings: Swearing, murder, haunted house

Masterlist

Slowly sliding through the mist came a faint human-like figure and went into the new house. I shrugged it off as my imagination and helped the guys carry everything inside.

When Sam, Colby, Jake, and Corey invited me on this trip, the last place I expected to be was in a haunted house in the middle of nowhere in New Hampshire. I knew we would be doing the typical stuff for the week: haunted overnights, explore videos, and midnight rituals. What I didn’t know is that they lied to me about our lodging situation. I was told we were going to be staying in this nice Air BnB in a cute little neighborhood. They even showed me pictures. But when we flew in Colby announced to me, because he had already talked to everyone while I was asleep on the plane, that there was a problem with the original house and he had to book this one last minute. We’ve been at this house for about 20 minutes and let me tell you, Bradford, New Hampshire looks and feels creepy. 

“Y/N, come in the living room, we have to talk.” I heard Sam shout from probably the living room.

“Coming!” I exclaimed. I walk into is what I think is the kitchen and spot Colby walks into a different room. I follow him and find everyone sitting around together.

“Y/N, we have to get a few things for this week and we need you to stay here and set up some stuff,” Sam explains when he sees me. 

“What? No way! I am not staying in this creepy house by myself! Why can’t we all go or one of you stay we me?” 

“We’re going shopping for food and supplies for the week. The rental is small and we need to get a lot of things.” Colby explains, patting the seat next to him for me to sit.

“Sure leave the four of you in charge of getting the food we’re going to be living on for the next week. You know what, I’m willing to put feminism back a few years for this. I’m the woman here and I’m probably going to be doing all the cooking anyway. I’ll go grocery shopping, Jake can stay home.” I sit on the armchair by myself and cross my legs; I’m not going out without a fight.

“Y/N, you know if we leave Jake, we’ll never get the deposit back.” Corey jokes. 

“Fine, then you stay Ye Rock.”  

“Fuck that, I’m not staying here.” 

“Then why do I have to?” 

“Please, Y/N, we’ll all owe you big time. We’ll be gone for an hour—two hours tops. We just need someone to charge the equipment and double-check that we have everything.” I throw my hands up and sink into the couch. There is no way I’m going to win this argument.

           I wave goodbye to everyone as they pull out of the driveway. I scan the street one more time before locking the door. We’re really the only house out here. Nothing but dirt and trees for miles. If I didn’t know any better, I would think we were in the middle of the suicide forest. I check all of the equipment that Sam and Colby left behind for me to charge. I stay downstairs for 20 minutes after that before going upstairs to my room to unpack a bit. I close the door and start putting my clothes away. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

I go and open the door, knowing that I’m the only one home, to find nobody there. It’s probably just one of the guys trying to scare me. Maybe they wanted to get a prank video done and make me the subject of their torture. I close the door and go into the closet to start putting some clothes on hangers again. I see a box probably, from the owners, tucked away in the corner. I know I probably shouldn’t open it, I’m a guest in this house. But my curiosity gets the best of me and I get the desk chair and climb on it to reach the shelf. After a few misses, I grab the old dusty brown box. I blow the dust off and open it to find old newspaper articles about this house.

THE DAILY NEWS: MAN MURDERED IN HIS OWN HOUSE

Mark White (Age 37) was murdered in his home today. He suffered head wounds and had multiple stab wounds. His wife (Arianna White, Age 35) found him dead in the family room with the possible murder weapon. Police officers found no fingerprints on the evidence… 

Out of all the houses in the area, Sam and Colby had to choose the murder house. They probably did this on purpose. I go through the box I see pictures of a man and a woman, probably Mark and Arianna, standing in front of the house. Then I pick up another newspaper article.

DAILY NEWS: WOMAN MURDERED IN HER HOME

Arianna White (Age 35) was murdered in her home today. She has suffered gunshot wounds to the head and chest. Mrs. White’s husband was murdered last month in the family room and his wife was found there dead. Her children found her dead when they came home from school and called 911. The family was in the process of moving.

           They have to be fucking with me. There is no way that this group of people, the group that is always doing spooky shit, just happened to book an Air BnB where two—possibly more—people have died. On top of that, them leaving me home along with wouldn’t be a coincidence either. There have to be hidden cameras around the house. How did I find the one room in the house that conveniently just had this box in it?

“No, absolutely fucking not. Nope. Fuck you guys. I’m over this, you picked the wrong bitch.” I shout to nobody in particular and put the box back. I grab my laptop and head to my bed to binge the series I started yesterday.

I must have been tired because I fell asleep while watching the show. It’s dark now and the house is unusually quiet. I sit up and turn on the light to look for my phone. I grab it and unlock my phone to a text from Colby saying that they dropped off the groceries but had to head out for something. He said that they didn’t want to wake me up, so they left without me and would come back with dinner. I rolled my eyes and head downstairs. I pass by the thermostat on the way down and turn on the heat. For the middle of summer, it’s oddly cold. 

When I get to the kitchen I check to see what the four dumb asses managed to get us for provisions. Surprisingly, they got things that we can have for actual meals, on top of snacks. I grab the stovetop popcorn and begin to make it. I turn around and hear a loud crash behind me. The bags on the dining room table were now on the floor. 

“Y/N,” I heard a faint voice say. This has to be a prank. They guys have to be home and hiding filming me somewhere.

“Get out of our house, Y/N.” Now I hear two faint voices one sounded like a man and the other sounded like a woman. This getting weird. Maybe they hired a woman to help prank me. Or maybe one of them finally nailed their fake woman voice.

“You guys can stop now! I’m actually scared so you won. You come out and welcome me to the prank war.” 

“Nobody’s here, Y/N. No one is going to help you.” The voices are getting closer. 

“I’m never doing another video with any of you, ever again. If you don’t— if you don’t come out right now I’ll move out.” 

“Then leave!” Something else falls somewhere else in the house, causing me to scream and jump back into the hot stove. If it’s not the guys, then the ghosts of this house are still here holding a grudge against their killers. I start getting goosebumps and the hair on the back of my neck as I turn off the stove.

“Sam, Colby, Jake, and Corey you better fuck off right now!” I yell as I start running to my room. This house is huge it’s easy to get lost. 

While I’m running things are flying and falling behind me. I’m going to kill them when I see them. After what seems like forever I finally get to my room. I lock the door and slide my back down it. I grab my phone from my back pocket and dial Colby’s number. As I call, I feel things getting thrown at the door.

“Hello—”

“Are you guys fucking with me right now?” I ask as I move myself to the closet.

“What do you mean? We’re not even home right now.” He sounds only mildly panicked, I don’t even know if he’s faking or not.

“Cole Robert Brock, are you and your asshole friends somewhere on property pulling a prank on me?” The banging on the door stopped and I poked my head out of the closet door.

“No, we’re on our way home from a witchcraft store for some ritual ingredients that we couldn’t find at the store. What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know, things are weird here and I’m over—” A loud bang at the door causing me to scream louder than I think I’ve ever done in my entire life.

“Oh, shit. Okay, we’ll be right there.” I hear Colby and everyone else running in the background. I don’t know if it was my scream or if they heard the bang in the background, but now they’re done fucking around.

Colby stays on the phone with me while I go back to hiding in the closet. A few minutes later I hear footsteps approaching my door. When the footsteps get close enough, that when the loud banging started up again, causing me to scream.

“Oh, fuck, sorry. Y/N, it’s just us, open the door.” Colby says on the other line.

I take a few deep breaths and open the door to reveal my idiots, scared out of their minds. I drop my phone and wrap my arms around Colby. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Colby hugged me back and started stroking my hair. Normally, I hate it when he does this because his rings get stuck in my hair, but right now I just need this hug from my best friend.

“What the fuck happened to the house?” Jake asks, breaking the silence.

“What do you mean? It was your guys’ prank.” I pull away from Colby and look at the four of them in disbelief. 

“Uh, not it’s not. The box in your closet, the stuff in your bathroom, and the two dummies outside are our pranks. All this other shit was all you.” Corey says, picking up broken glass and dropping it on the floor. 

“No, it wasn’t. Do you honestly think I’m that good of an actress? I broke character like two months ago when I tried to convince Sam that Colby fell into a ditch the last time we did an overnight. Do you genuinely think I could sit here, screaming and crying for fun? Or that I would somehow have the time to break all that shit and stage the knocking on my door.” I wipe my face and step back to finally let the boys in my room.

“She’s not wrong guys, she does share a brain cell with us. I don’t think she could pull this off. She didn’t even know we were coming here until this afternoon and she can’t think that fast.” Jake says before flopping himself on my bed.

“You know what Webber, I may be scared, but I’m not scared to throw these hands—”

“Guys! Let’s think about this. Couldn’t it have been an earthquake or something? Or the movement of Y/N running. It’s a pretty old house.”

“It can’t be an earthquake dude, I’m pretty sure New Hampshire hasn’t unlocked those yet,” Corey explains.

“Okay, first of all, Sam I’m pretty sure you called me fat but I’ll deal with that later. Second, Corey, you’re so fucking stupid, I swear to God. I’m constantly worried about your well being. And thirdly, Colby either you’re sleeping in here with me or I’m sleeping in your room with you because I refuse to sleep alone tonight.” I explain, sitting down on the floor.

“Wait, can we talk about this seriously. If none of us set up this prank, then who the fuck did. Do you think the owners of this house are doing this? Because if they are, I vote we get the fuck out right now.”

“Why would they even do that?” Sam asks, now joining me on the floor. 

“To scare us before they murder us, brother,” Jake says jokingly from my bed.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Corey says from the door.

“Can we be serious for one second—” Sam is cut off by the lights going out, covering us in a deep velvet of pitch black. Not even the windows are helping. All five of us scream but dare not move.

#spooky imagine #trap house imagine #spooky imagines #halloween imagine #halloween imagines #trap house imagines #traphouse imagine #traphouse imagines #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby imagines #sam golbach #sam golbach imagine #sam golbach imagines #colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock imagines #jake webber #jake webber imagine #jake webber imagines #Corey Scherer #corey scherer imagine #corey scherer imagines #imagine #imagines #xplr #xplr imagine #xplr imagines

[weathereyehorizon]

Valentine!

Hi! It’s me again! I’m trying to make up for lost time this week! Or maybe I’m feeling a bit more like Claire and just being random…😆.

Bring on the ridiculous fic! Sometimes you just need to laugh! I love a dramatic David when he’s just overexaggerating over something ridiculous. Do you have a favorite fic that you’ve written?

I completely understand why you don’t read WIPs. I do read WIPs when I have time. It would be insanely hypocritical of me to be anti-WIP since I may have one or two floating out in the universe. I’m actively working on finishing one now because honestly, I hate that they are just hanging out there. I have vowed to never publish a WIP once these are done. Next time I’ll at least have them roughly drafted so all I need to do is edit and then I can post on a fairly consistent basis.

Do you have a favorite show that you’re binging currently? I honestly don’t watch a ton of TV. Hubby and I are trying to catch up on a few series from COVID times not realizing they started airing again. Right now we’re watching New Amsterdam. We lost a season with COVID and can’t find it anywhere so I can’t help, but feel lost. I haven’t found a series to grab me since SC.

Yes, I see David doing more cooking in the cottage. Marcy gives him secret little cooking lessons that he surprises Patrick with. Takes David a while to come clean and share where he learned his vast array of knowledge in the kitchen.

I can do the texting skin and have used a few letter skins, but I absolutely love fics that can pull off the social media posts. That is a level of skin expertise I have not reached. We have so much talent in this fandom!! What do you think about fic art? Like banners or fic collages?

TGIF Valentine! Hope you have a wonderful evening and an even better weekend!

Talk soon!

😘

Hi Valentine! ❤️

Lovely to hear from you again! 😁

It's so hard to choose a favourite fic that I've written. I really love my Stevie & Patrick are Buds series because it's just such an ongoing passion project. They don't get a tonne of views because they're gen fics, so they really feel like something I truly write for myself. As for D/P fics, it all depends on the day. But, today I'll say Good Enough. I love Canadian music and song fics, and even though this one is one of the earlier things I wrote, it's soft and still like it very much.

I still binge SC often. I have a regular weekly watch party that I do with pals, as well as just popping on the odd comfort episode when the mood strikes. I've recently been bullied talked into watching 911, and now have also just started Lone Star. I also LOVE the olympics, so that's what I'll be binging for the next couple of weeks! ⛷️

I'm so impressed whenever anyone can do any kind of skins in their fic. It's my goal to learn how to do! As for fic art like banners and collages, I really like them, and play around with them a bit. If I want a decent looking one though, I talk nicely to one of my friends to make it for me. LOL!

It's been nice chatting with you today, Valentine. Talk to you soon!

~ weather 💛

[loverboystyles]

Late Night Boredom

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Again, such a cliché, but it’s cute. so 🤷🏾‍♀️ gif is not mine. I might do a part two?? isk let me know what you guys think.

Summary: Y/N is so, very bored, so she decides to go out on her balcony. Little did she know that a certain friendly neighborhood superhero catches her eye.

Warning: some suggestive content, but other than that, fluffy fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

It was a late Saturday night, almost midnight and you were sure that your parents had fallen asleep. You let out something between a sigh and a groan, and rolled to the other side of your bed, phone in your hand, texting one of your friends and complaining about how utterly bored you are. They suggested that you get some fresh air, but you pushed it aside, revolted at the idea of getting up from your comfy bed.

You twisted over, now facing the TV in your room, turned it on and surfed the channels for a good ten minutes. Of course there was nothing that interested you playing, so you turned to Netflix. You had already binge-watched most of the shows, so you searched for another few moments. You let out a whine, you didn't want to watch something new or old, it was just one of those times where you were stuck in a black hole of disinterest.

Finally deciding to take your friend’s advice, you lazily throw the blanket off your body, sit up, and stretch. Then, you made your way over to your balcony doors, and pulled them open, pretending to be dramatic, like a Disney princess. Smiling at yourself, you step outside, letting the cool, New York air surround you. Making sure you closed the door behind you, you put your elbows on the chilly railing that use your hands to prop your head up.

Your eyes sweep the streets, looking for something, anything really, to help you escape your hole of boredom that you’ve somehow fallen into. Nothing gained your interest, there was only a couple, walking home from their date, you assumed, since they were holding hands and the girl was leaning on his shoulder, laughing at something he said. You decided to head back inside, since there was nothing to watch. But as you were about to step inside, you heard a scream.

Eyes widening, you did another 180°, you practically ran to the railing, and leaned over to see what the commotion was about. The woman was holding her arm out, pointing her index finger to a man that was running away, clutching a black, leather purse in his hands.

“He stole my purse!” the woman cried, a surprised expression on her face. You averted your gaze back to the thief that was getting away.

Within seconds (probably milliseconds, you thought), a certain superhero, clad in red and blue, with white eyes, outlined in black, jumped down in front of the criminal. Instantly recognizing who it was, thanks to all those youtube videos you watched and that one encounter you had with him, you relaxed.

“The time for snatching purses was an hour ago, you’re late!” he greeted the thief, making you shake your head and grin. Spider-Man extended his arm, shooting strings of web at the man, and pulled his hand back, catching the purse. He tossed the purse to its rightful owner, who had moved close to the criminal, who hadn’t noticed. The man attacked the hero, throwing a punch meant for his head, but instead hit nothing as the avenger easily dodged. 

“I gotta say, you have to get a lot better at throwing punches.” he commented as the man started fighting him. He threw a few punches and kicks, which again, Spidey easily avoided. While fending him off, the superhero notice you looking.

He winked.

You were taken aback from the gesture, you could feel yourself reddening, and for some reason, your heart fluttered. You gave him a small smile in return, and headed inside. You left your balcony open just a tad bit, to let some cool air in. You decided to read a book, so you turned on your lamp and got your favourite book. Minutes had passed and all your attention was consumed by your book, until you heard a thud. Your eyes instantly shot towards your balcony, where you saw the hero from earlier, in his signature superhero pose.

As you were marking your page and setting your book down, a quizzical expression took over your features. You strolled to the doors and pushed them open, eyeing him curiously. The eyes on his mask slightly widened, but went back to normal again at once.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing up so late?” he asked with a New York accent. Extending his arm, he held out his hand. Deciding to trust him, you put your hand in his. He then bowed down and lifted his mask up to beneath his nose, and kisses it, making you smile at his formality.

“Is that what your voice sounds like?” you asked.

“What do you mean?” he inquired, keeping up with the accent.

“I mean, is that really what your voice sounds like?” you said with a quiet laugh, not wanting to wake up your parents. You moved away from the doorway, inviting the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man into your room. “Sounds different from the last time we met. Not to mention all those you tube videos.”

A grin graced his face, at least, the part you could see. It was familiar, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Not to mention that it was remarkably charming. “Oh, yeah, no.” he stuttered, his skin flushed pink. Peter mentally cursed at himself for using the accent, but made you laugh and that’s what mattered to him. You gave him a small smile as he walked into your room.

The truth is, that Peter is head over heels for you. The boy didn’t just like like you, he was madly in love with you. Everything about you captivated him, like your voice, your laugh, your everything. The smile you gave him reminded him of the first time you met Spider-Man

‘God, why are things so slow today?’ Peter thought as he swung across the city he calls home. He landed on a rooftop and looked around, a certain someone caught his eye, walking home on the sidewalk. His advanced hearing allowed him to listen to the song you were quietly singing, which just happen to be one of his favourites. It made his heart soar.

“Darling, you look perfect, tonight.” he quietly sang under his breath, he loved it because it reminded him of you, he would think of you whenever it was on the radio.

You turned right, into a dark ally way. Not because you were about to do anything creepy, but because it was one the shortcuts you liked to use to get home quicker, and avoid crossing the streets. 

Peter decided to  head home for the night, since there clearly wasn’t anything illegal going on. So he turned around and extended his arm, about to shoot out a web, when-

He heard you let out a loud cry and groan.

 “Let go of me! You.. you filthy animal!” you cried. A thug had pushed you against the wall, knife to your throat, ready to slit it at any second. Fear filled your guts when you saw how dangerously close the weapon was to you.

Spidey immediately ran to the edge of the building

“Aw, is the little princess scared?” he spat, looking at your body up and down with a devilish smirk on his face. “We can have some fun, right here, right now, but if you struggle, you can say goodbye to everything you love. Sound good?”

You gasped, eyes wide, never breaking eye contact with the man, but you saw the hero with your  peripheral vision. You relaxed a tiny bit, but still scared and mostly tense. “Mhmm,” you nodded, your voice was an octave higher than usual.

“Excellent, now be a good girl and take off your clothes.” he ordered, gesturing the knife up and down. 

But of course, instead of doing as you were told, you froze as Spidey swooped in to save the day.

“Hey! Don’t you know that its kinda illegal to rape? Especially minors!” Peter kicked the thug, sending him flying and making his back hit the wall. You quickly grabbed your phone and dialed 911, telling the operator that you needed police, followed by your location. 

After the police arrived and had taken care of the hooligan, Spider-Man offered to swing you home.

“No, no it’s alright,” you politely declined his offer, waving your hands in front of yourself. “I’ll walk home, it’s not too far from here.”

“I’ll walk with you then, ya know, in case more bad guys they to hurt you.” Peter said innocently. You giggled and started walking in the direction of your home. Originally, you had thought that the way home would be awkward, but it really wasn’t, there was just a comfortable silence. Until the infamous web-slinger broke it,

“You know, I think it should be illegal.” he said wisely. nodding once or twice to himself.

“Sorry, what?” you smiled, fiddling with your phone. “What should be illegal?”

“It should be illegal for someone as pretty as you to be walking all alone in the middle of the night.” he elaborated and even though you couldn’t see it, there a dopey smile playing on his lips

You laughed, “I bet you say that to tons of other girls.” you said, looking down and twirling a strand of hair on your finger. 

“No, you’re the first,” he reassured you. “I don’t plan on using it one anyone else.”

You let out a soft gasp of surprise. Was Spider-Man... hitting on you? You pushed the thought aside, shaking your head to yourself.

“Well, this is my stop.” you said, about to open the front doors to your apartment building. “I guess I’ll see ya around, web-head.” you said.

“Web-head? Is that nickname?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “My nickname, though.”

“So, whatcha dong here, web-head?” you asked, curiosity lacing your voice. You were now sitting on your bed, legs crossed and you patted the space beside you, gesturing that he could come sit down if he wanted to.

You broke Peter flashback. “I wanted to see how you’re holding up.” he replied simply. Peter came and sat beside you. You were looking off into the distance, deep in thought. Maybe you were thinking about that night, Peter couldn’t tell.

You let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know.. I mean, I’m still pretty shaken up if I’m being honest.” the web-shooter gently placed his gloved hand on yours, letting you know that it was alright. You gave him another reassuring smile, and took his hand in yours, and toyed with his fingers.

“Strange material,” you commented.

“Mr. Stark made it.” 

“T-Tony Stark? That’s awesome!” you exclaimed.

“There’s a story behind it, if you want to hear.” Spider-Man offered. you gleefully nodded your head and git comfy on your bed, leaning against the headboard with your knees pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around them.

So Peter told you his story. He told you everything, from the Washington Monument (he left out the part where he was there because of decathlon), to the Vulture guy. By the time he was done his storytelling, it was almost two in the morning. But, he accidently let the homecoming part slip his tongue

“Homecoming?” you questioned. “Are you in high school?” 

“Yeah,” Peter nodded his head, knowing that there was no way of covering that up. 

“What school do you go to?”

“I can’t tell you that, sorry.” Peter told you, a  sympathetic smile on his lips. “Tell me about yourself! After all, it is a little weird that I’m in your bedroom and I have no idea who you are.”

“Oh, okay. Well, my name is Y/N L/N and I go to Midtown Tech...” You explained, telling him all about yourself. You didn’t notice, but Peter looked at you with a lovestruck expression the whole time. He loved it when you talked about the things you love, you always had this sparkle in your eye, meaning that what you were saying was true. Peter listened as if he was getting to know you for the first time.

And when you mentioned Peter Parker, the web-shooter got interested.

“Who’s that?” 

“Peter? Oh, he’s my best friend,” you smiled, that glint in your eye was back, but this time, it was special. “I’ve known him since elementary school, he’s like a brother to me.” Peter internally cringed, there it was, brother. Peter’s heart almost physically ached. He knew you didn’t return the feelings but he didn’t think he would he would be that affected by it. Parker had fallen harder than he thought.

“Although,” you continued. lifting Peter’s hopes a bit, “I’ve started developing a crush on him. It’s so weird, I’ve known him basically my whole life and now that I think about it, it’s like ‘woah, I’m in love with him.’” you blabbered out loud, smiling at the thought of Peter as your boyfriend.

“In in love... with my best friend.”

Peter felt mixed emotions, and these are his thoughts exactly: 

‘ohmygodohmygodohmygodshe’sinlovewithmetoo!” 

and  

‘what she just confessed her feelings, what do I do????? do I tell her????”

Peter decided not to tell you, thinking it would be weird. “You should tell him.” he whispered, looking at you with a happy look. “He’d be over the moon.”

“No, it’s- it’ll be weird!” you laughed, shaking your head and shrugging.

“I’m in love with my best friend too.” Spidey said, he didn’t have time to process his thoughts before they escaped his lips. 

“Really, web-head?” you gave him a glance. “Must be a lucky girl.”

Peter sighed. He dreadfully wished he was living this moment as Peter Parker, and not Spider-Man, but still, he couldn’t complain. You liked him back and that’s all that matters.

“Yeah, she’s... she’s perfect.”

You two talked for a few more hours, about everything. About, school, movies, everything you could think of. Peter told you all that he could about himself, without revealing his identity. By the time you had run out of things to talk about, your alarm went off.

“BEEP BEEP BEEP!” your alarm went. You jumped and let out a small shriek, quickly leaped out of bed, turning off your alarm. 

“We seriously talked all night?” you said, surprised. Time goes by when you’re having fun. “I have to get ready for school.” you said with a frown.

“So do I,” he said, getting up from you bed. “Hey, don’t be sad, you’ll see Peter.”

“Oh, yeah!” you cheered up in an instant. But another frown graced your face. “Will you come back?”

“Do you want me to?”

You nodded shyly, looking down at the floor, and fiddling with the hem of your night shirt.

Peter stepped closer to you, and lifted your chin up with one of his fingers. You looked into the eyes of his mask, your heartrate was rapidly increasing and you felt your face flush pink, almost red. You eyes darted from his eyes to his lips, then back up again.

Peter placed a soft kiss on your lips, it felt sensational. It was short and sweet and lovely, and what Peter didn’t know, that it was your first kiss, and it was his a well. 

Without knowing it, both of your leaned into another, sweet kiss, like it was meant to be. Your eyes fluttered close, as your lips barely brushed against each other, you pushed your lips onto his, relaxing in his arms which he put around you. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, perfectly synchronized. Both of you pulled back at the same time, softly gasping for air.

“Something to remember me by.” He said, before rushing to your balcony and swinging off into the distance.

#peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #fluff #peter parker fluff #peter parker x y/n #spiderman #kiss #peter parker kiss #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #avengers #infinity war #spiderman homecoming #far from home #spiderman far from home

[oboevallis]

trying

“Hey, I’ve gotta get to work. Are you sure you’ll be fine here?” Link asked his girlfriend who was watching the TV.

“Yep.” A distracted Amelia responded.

“Mkay, love ya.” Link pressed a kiss to her forehead, and one to her swollen abdomen which she pushed him off of her.

“Link, you know I hate it when you do that.” The neurosurgeon sighed dramatically.

“I know I’m sorry.” Link apologized as he made his way towards the door.

“You know you keep saying your sorry, but continue to do it.”

“Bye Amelia, have a good day.” Link smirked as he closed the door behind him.

“Whatever.”

________________________________________

“Oh hey, Maggie.” Link greeted as he walked into the scan room. “I was hoping I’d run into you I need some advice.”

“Sure, what can I help you with?” She asked spinning in her chair to face him.

“I’m just worried about Amelia. I mean she told me about her son once and hasn’t talked about it since, and I think she’s just shoving down a lot of her feelings. I just want her to feel okay, I understand it’s difficult for her but maybe if she would just talk about it she’d be able to feel better. I don’t mind being her punching bag, but she’s just going off on the littlest things.” Link ranted, he’d never thought it was a thing, but you really do pick up on your spouses mannerisms.

“Wait what?” Maggie asked confused.

“Wait what, what?”

“Amelia’s had a baby before?” Maggie asked confused, Amelia always talked about everything how did this never come up?

“Wait, you didn’t know? Crap sorry, I probably shouldn’t of said anything.” Link was internally beating himself up, of course if she so grudgingly told him, she probably wasn’t quick to tell anyone else. His pager then went off with 911. “Sorry I’ve got to go.”

This left a very confused Maggie, how did she never know about this? she knew it was an invasion of privacy and most likely illegal. But that didn’t stop her from pulling up her sisters medical records on her tablet. She scrolled past the time she would’ve been in Seattle, she would’ve known. She slowed down once the hospitals and practices she was admitted in when she was down in LA. She tapped on the last visit she had while she was there, and a ‘locked’ notice showed up on her tablet. She knew if she requested access that’d send a message to her doctor to her allowing for consent to allow another doctor to look at the information.

“Any good cases?” The door opened, causing Maggie to jump.

“Are you okay?” Meredith asked concerned.

“Oh yeah. I don’t have any good cases.”

“Really? Then why’d you turn you tablet over abruptly when I walked in? Oh, please don’t tell me your planning to commit a crime to save someone’s life, we can’t have you in the verge of jail as well.” Meredith jokes with her twisted sense of humor.

“W-what? Nothing I was just d-diverting my attention to you.” She’d always been a terrible liar.

“Ooookay then. Hey could you possibly get the kids from daycare tonight? I maybe late getting home.”

“Sorry I can’t tonight.” Maggie apologized, she was now planning to go see Amelia.

“Hot date?”

“Oh no not tonight.” She looked down at her watch, her shift was about to end. “I’ve got to go, bye Mer.”

________________________________________

A knock on the door interrupted Amelia from the reality show she’d been binging. She slowly got up to answer the door whilst still paying attention to what was happening.

“Hey! I saw you were off today and tomorrow, sooooo I thought I’d come over with some fries and ice cream.” Maggie cheerfully smiled holding up the bags in her hands. Amelia distractedly welcomed her in then she made her way back to the couch. It was nearing the part where an obviously staged fight would take place, it was her absolute favorite part. But once the episode ended Maggie got hold of the remote and turned off the TV, which caused Amelia to let out an irritated sigh.

“Maggie what is your deal? You come over unannounced and then turn off the Tv?” Amelia was letting her hormones get the best of her.

“Well, since you’ve moved out I haven’t seen you as much.I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, but it’s not normal for you to show up to somewhere without clarifying your plans ten million times. Are you okay?” Amelia asked less annoyed but now concerned with her sisters surprise visit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m worried about you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know you’ve just kind of been kind of quiet lately and your definitely not a quiet person and when you do have conversation with someone your kind of snippy.”

“I’m hormonal, Maggie.” Amelia said as she hoisted herself off the couch, and went into the kitchen.

“Amelia.” Maggie said with concern tainting her voice. “I know your not okay, and that’s fine. You need to talk though.”

“I appreciate your concern but I’m fine, just hormonal.”

“Link told me.” Amelia froze as she scooped ice cream.

“Told you what?” She faced away from her sister, she didn’t want Maggie to see her cry.

“That you’ve had a baby before.” Maggie cautiously said, trying not to upset her sister any further. “You’ve never told me that.”

“It’s not something I talk about.” She handed Maggie a bowl with ice cream and slowly lowered herself onto the couch. They sat in silence eating ice cream. She knew she couldn’t go through telling the story right now, so she grabbed her work tablet from the coffee table and opened up her OB files, handing the tablet to her sister. Maggie silently read over the information she was just handed. “Ironic right?” She chuckled trying to make light.

“Oh Amelia.” Maggie didn’t quite know what to say, she couldn’t imagine what that must of been like. As Maggie tried to find the words to say Amelia spoke up.

“I feel guilty.” Maggie tried to speak up but Amelia cut her off. “I know I shouldn’t but I do. Don’t get me wrong I’m so so so grateful this baby is healthy. But I just feel guilty, and I know I should talk about him I just can’t muster up the energy. So I’m just crappy to Link and he doesn’t deserve that.”

Maggie didn’t know what to say in the least bit. So she placed the bowl onto the coffee table and brought Amelia into a hug which she tried to push off at first, but eventually complied. She let the neurosurgeon sob, while assuring her it’d be okay. Even though that probably mean nothing, because everything was obviously not okay. But eventually she cried herself to sleep, but Maggie continued to hold her.

“Hey.” Link greeted, and then turned around taking in the situation. “Is she okay?”

“I think she will be.” Maggie whispered. “I had no idea she went through any of that.”

“Me either until she told me.” Link whispered in response. Going over to the couch to pick up his girlfriend and bring her to bed. “Thanks for coming over. It really means a lot.”

“Of course.” As link walked out of the living room carrying his girlfriend Maggie headed for the door.

“Thanks for carrying me to bed.” Amelia whispered as Link was almost at the doorway, this caused him to turn around and lay on the bed facing his girlfriend.

“Do you want to talk about Christopher?” Link said in barley a whisper.

“Not right now, but maybe later.” Link kissed her forehead.

“May I?” Link asked a hand hovering over her bump. To this Amelia nodded yes, he traced soothing circles onto her abdomen.

“When i was pregnant with Christopher, I never had this. The father just being there. It’s just new, and I just feel guilty. I’m sorry I’ve been so crappy to you.”

“Don’t apologize. Not for a second should you apologize.”

“God, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Only everyday.” Link smirked. “And for the record I love you too.”

i got a prompt form an anon asking for a fic where amelia is annoyed with people touching her bump i feel like this wasn’t what they were looking for so sorry about that ill probably do a fic more around that,but i hope everyone is doing well and staying safe

#amelia shepherd #baby amelink #atticus lincoln #amelink #greysanatomy #greys fanfic #maggie pierce #meredith grey #christopher shepherd #unicorn baby

[crayonflop]

Also, I've watched up to ep 6 today and okay, I spoke too early, mijoo is out here pulling all nighters and having weird fckn schedules and eating poorly like a real ass translator and subtitler! Representation! Though I think she either gets paid really well or maybe her friend pays all her bills. Either way, her workload seems amazing. Thks for the worry babe, I binge watch shows to feel like I'm a regular ass person again after being stuck for like 4 nights in a row just translating shit and despairing at the shitty plots of stuff like 911 lonestar and lame 80s movies. In the meantime I check tumblr to see what normal people do and are watching and your blog has been like one of my pitstops esp since I started watching kdramas again (I'm that I'm so old I watched full house when it aired anon lmao). Anyway thanks for answering, it's cool knowing people care about subtitles and stuff. I love your blog, queen

literally i think may is her sugar mama like their house is so nice sdfjsd yeah she’s a mess too they nailed it a bit lmao but 911 LONESTAR omg i am so sorry yeah u need some palate cleansing although idk if i would call me and any oomfs normal is it normal to dedicate this much time and thought to tv shows not even getting paid for it lmao.......realizing i care so passionately about subtitles actually i can’t even watch shit in english without them anymore like people speak and i can’t process it unless i’m reading it maybe bc i watch more non english stuff than english so i’m too used to it...but thank u for giving ur industry insight it’s so interesting and helpful!!

#the more ppl say they check my blog and love it tho i feel so pressured omg why me #Anonymous

[baepsaets]

The Call

(a/n: thank you all for 4k, and happy birthday jk! to celebrate, here’s a oneshot i’ve had typed out for a bit but didn’t want to post just yet. i’m working on a collection of oneshots that will all loosely be connected, all of them frat!jungkook related. they are all stand-alone, although they exist in the same universe).

summary: the only time you take the obnoxious frat boy from your chemistry class seriously is when he calls to tell you your close friend is having a bad trip at a party.

warnings: drug use mention (but not jk or the reader - and yes, this drabble is inspired by a true story. party safe lovelies!), enemies to friends to lovers (but just the friends part in this fic) (although jk is jealous lmao)

Frat Drabble: 4.3k

Your bare feet pounded on concrete as you ran down the block, glancing at your phone to check the time. It had been three minutes since Jeon Jungkook had called you from your friend’s phone.

It was a Friday night, which meant you’d had a hot date with your couch and Netflix, enjoying the time you got the spend alone while your roommate went out. When your friend had called you half-past midnight while you were in the middle of your latest binge, you’d been surprised, but answered anyway. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Uh, (Y/N)?”

Your blood went sluggish. The voice on the other end of the phone was male, and definitely didn’t belong to your friend. “Who is this?”

“It’s Jungkook. From Chem 201?”

Jeon Jungkook. The current bane of your existence—or at least, the bane of your chemistry class. He was seated next to you, and with an assigned seating chart, there was no way to avoid him.

The two of you had admittedly started off on the wrong foot. He’d caught you in a bad mood, but then had matched that mood with his own. But it wasn’t your fault that he was completely intolerable. Just a stupid, smug frat guy. He was probably going to school on his dad’s paycheck and didn’t care about failing. He certainly didn’t care about passing, from what you’d seen of his test results before he’d shoved them into his cluttered backpack.

It had all happened because he’d sat in your seat. From then on, it was like the guy had developed a special grudge against you. And you, who was a good student—you, who had to work hard to maintain a scholarship. You—who was sarcastic and could come off as a little bitchy—yes, you—were all too willing to respond in kind.

First, it had been the man-spreading. Jeon Jungkook sat like he had the biggest elephant nuts of the century. He sat with one leg pressed against you, the other stretched out lax in front of him. It was the touching that bothered you. Jungkook created heat like a furnace, and you didn’t like being touching by people you didn’t know or like. So, you scrunched away from him, curling around the other armrest until your other seat neighbor glared at the both of you. Your row already had such limited space. It was a lecture hall, for God’s sake.

Not to mention all the women that flocked to his seat. You’d had to ask more than one girl to move after coming into class and finding them surrounding him, like he was God’s gift to women. As if. Sure, the guy was nice to look at, but he knew it, and his confidence bordered on an arrogance that made your blood boil. It only got worse when he watched you shoo them away—smirking, knowing it annoyed you. A type of smirk that said, “Don’t you wish you were them?”

No, you self-assured motherfucker. Quit looking at me like that.

Then, it had been the pen clicking—fuck, the pen clicking. Murder was imminent. By the second week, Jungkook had figured out that you hated pen clicking, so that’s exactly what he did.

After that came the Hydroflask Incident. Namely, Jungkook had spilled almost his entire hydroflask on your backpack. That was the worst one. All of your surrounding seatmates had gasped in horror and let you used their desks to air out your papers, which were almost soaked. Luckily, you hadn’t had any textbooks in your backpack at the time. Jungkook had apologized for that one, even looked a little guilty, but it didn’t matter—Jeon Jungkook was obviously the scum of the universe, and you would never accept any apology from him even if he begged you on his knees. He was trash, and that was that. You didn’t waste time on trash.

His face flashed in your mind—wide-eyed, soft-lipped. Why was he calling you from your friend’s phone? They weren’t hooking up, were they? The thought filled you with unexpected horror. “Where’s (Y/Fr/N)?”

There was a deep sigh. It really wasn’t fair that he sounded so good over the phone—everyone sounded ugly over the phone. It was the law! “Listen—she’s in pretty bad shape right now. She came to a party at my frat house and she ended up—maybe taking something?”

You sat up straight on the couch. (Y/Fr/N)? Yeah, she did some wild shit, but she’d never been a drug user. Hell, she’d tried pot back in high school and hadn’t even liked it.

“Taking something? Like what?”

“Uh—shrooms?”

You jaw dropped. Whatever Netflix show you’d been watching turned into static background noise. “What?”

“It was an accident! She was drunk and I think some guy offered her some, and she ate them without realizing it. I’ve got her cornered in my bedroom, but she’s having a really bad trip.”

That was all it took to get you scrambling to your feet. You were wearing a loose shirt and panties, but you tugged on a useless pair of sleep shorts while keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.

“Do we need to call 911? Does she need a hospital—?”

“It’s not that bad—,”

“Not that bad? How do you know that? What if it was laced with something and she dies?”

This was so fucking typical. Jeon Jungkook, frat guy extraordinaire, not caring about a girl getting drugged in his own house. Why even call if he was going to act like it wasn’t a big deal?

“It’s not—,”

“This is your frat house, Jungkook! You’re responsible for what happens in it!”

“I fucking know that!” he finally snapped. You went silent in shock. “I know that, okay? We’re all freaking out right now and we already shut down the party! Jesus, Jimin broke that guy’s nose once we found out! I’m calling you because while I was looking through her phone to find someone to come help us, your name was the only one I recognized.”

You bit your lip, chastened. “What’s the address?”

“I’ll text it to you right now. Just—get here soon, okay? I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself.”

This was your worst nightmare, you realized. Something bad like this happening to someone you loved. You didn’t open up easy, so the people you did care about, you cared about hard.

“Has she thrown up?”

“I thought about making her, but I’ll be honest, I don’t know how to handle a situation like this. Alcohol and weed are the only stuff we allow on our property, so whoever this guy was, he snuck in.”

You slipped on your flipflops and dashed out the door. You were surprised to see Jungkook’s frat house was only several blocks away. Perfect, because you didn’t want to wait for an Uber, if you were even lucky enough to find one at this hour. You ran a hand through your hair and tried to shape it into something presentable. Had you showered today? No, you hadn’t. But that didn’t matter.

“Just—sit with her until I get there. Please.”

“I already have been,” he said, surprisingly gentle. “I got her some water and tried to get her to eat, but she wouldn’t take anything from me. She can’t recognize any of us, and she’s scared to death. That’s why I decided to call a friend in her phone. I don’t know anything about her family and didn’t want to immediately call the police and get us all busted. The guy swore up and down it was just shrooms before we kicked him out.”

“Maybe the police are what that guy deserves,” you huffed, pressing the button for the elevator. You lived on the seventh floor and planned to sprint the entire way there, so you might as well conserve your energy.

His silence was telling, until, “If she wants to contact the police after this, we’ll help her.”

Your jaw dropped. You knew damn well that half the people that went to his frat’s parties were underaged, drunk and maybe worse. Calling the police would get everyone in a lot of shit. Some of them might even get expelled, arrested.

Frankly, you had expected him to beg you not to let that happen. His easy compliance shocked you.

Along with his easy compliance, his compassion shocked you as well. He said he’d been trying to care for your friend before calling you, which was more than you expected from some random frat guy who didn’t know her from Eve. A surprisingly kind gesture, from someone who had only shown you distain.

“Well,” you grunted, after collecting yourself. “We’ll see what she says. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You hung up without another word. The elevator was approaching the first floor, and when it opened, you sprinted out of the lobby and down the street, following the path Google Maps had given you.

You were completely out of breath by the time you found his frat. You’d lost your flipflops somewhere after the first block. It was an old, big house—almost mansion-like. Beer bottles and plastic cups were littered across the lawn, signs of a party ended too quickly. You bounded to the front door and knocked loudly.

No reply. You knocked again, longer. Nothing. You were ready to try the door handle when it turned, and the door was pulled back.

A hard-faced and intimidating boy opened the door an inch. He looked young, but still a little older than Jungkook. He stared at you in frustrated annoyance.

“We said the party’s over.”

“I’m (Y/Fr/N)’s friend,” you panted. “Jungkook called me.”

Immediately, the boy’s face morphed into one of relief. He swung open the door, and you realized he had bright blue hair. “Thank God. I’m sorry. I thought you were here for the party.”

Your lip curled in disgust at the though. “Well, I’m not. Excuse me.”

You shouldered him out of the way a bit, taking in the space. It was definitely a frat house. It smelled like an aging brewery. There were several other men in the room who openly stared at you. For a moment, you were embarrassed by your attire, but the moment passed quickly.

“Where’s Jungkook?” you asked the room. Several of them pointed to a staircase in the corner. “Thank you.”

You took the stairs two at a time before almost running into someone at the top. He must have been waiting for you. For the first time, the sight of Jeon Jungkook filled you with complete joy and relief. His face, in comparison, was more shocked and horrified.

“Jesus, (Y/N)—where are your shoes?”

“Where is she?”

“You’re barely dressed—,”

“Jungkook.”

He sighed, accepting defeat. “She’s in my room, this way.”

Jungkook led you down the dark and empty hallway until you came to a door. It had several posters hanging on it, but you didn’t know of what. He pressed his ear to the door for a moment to listen before finally opening it, sensing your worried impatience.

The light was off. You got a sense of a modest-sized space, painted a dark color. There was a desk with a wicked gaming center set up on it, a dresser, and—there, a bed. You could see a shapeless lump on it that turned into a person the harder you stared.

“Hey, (Y/Fr/N),” you said, soothingly. She was curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed, head buried in the blanket. You turned to Jungkook. “Could you give us some privacy?”

His face creased. “She might get violent.”

“That’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

Your friend looked up when she started to register your voice, and said, “(Y/N)!”

She scrambled off the bed and threw herself at you. Jungkook tensed, and moved almost as if to defend you, but all your friend did was collapse in your embrace and begin to sob. She blubbered something, but you couldn’t make out what she was saying. You were certain it had something to do with whatever hallucinations her bad trip was producing.

Jungkook looked at her guiltily. “Has she ever taken anything like this?”

“She’s smoked some weed, but nothing more serious.”

You led your friend to the bed and helped her lie down, still shaking and sobbing. You held her hand and she gripped you tightly, like she was afraid you would let go.

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, keeping your voice calm and steady without being too sappy. “I know it’s bad right now, but you’re safe. I’m here with you, and this will be over soon.”

You laid down until you were across from her, watching her rock back and forth. You used your thumb to wipe her wet face. “Jungkook—could you bring me some tissues?”

You didn’t look as he left, or when he came back. He handed you a roll of toilet paper.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s all we have.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, voice still soft. You didn’t see it, but Jungkook’s gaze lingered on you, suddenly struck by your kindness. In class, you were often so cold and reserved. It was startling for him to see you so suddenly and painfully human.

He felt guilty for thinking that. He wasn’t going to lie and pretend he liked you, but he didn’t not like you, which you seemed to assume.

It was like you purposefully made yourself hard to get along with. Jungkook was an easygoing guy—maybe a little introverted, but friendly, at least. At first, he’d thought you were that way too. Until he very quickly realized you were just stuck-up and mean.

Well, that was harsh. You weren’t mean, and if you were, it was because he messed with you. To be honest, he couldn't actually pinpoint exactly why he liked doing that. Sometimes, it was just nice to get underneath your skin. To see your perfect composure crack, with just the clicking of his pen.

He just wished you didn’t look at him like he was a bug to be squished underneath your shoe.

Jungkook didn’t consider himself a frat guy, whatever that was. He was a guy, and he was in a frat. Why did putting those two together suddenly erase every other part of his personality? Before, he was Jeon Jungkook—kind, honest, handsome, talented, funny. But now, he’s Jeon Jungkook—frat guy.

That was the only part you seemed to care about. Why should he be compelled to think any kinder about you? To him, you were just a judgmental, possibly even cold-hearted classmate.

But that was before—before he saw you like this. Before he watched you wipe snot from your friend’s nose with your sleeve when the toilet paper wasn’t doing the job. He sank to the floor, mollified with the knowledge that your friend probably wasn't going to attack you at any given moment.

You wiped the snot from your friend’s nose, and the drool from her mouth. You tried to wipe off her smudged and running makeup as best as you could. She was still sniffling, eyes shut tight like she was afraid to open them.

After what must have been at least an hour, her trembling stopped. Her hand was lax in your own, and her breathing evened out. She had finally, finally fallen asleep, while you murmured reassurances into the still space between her face and your own.

You observed her, making sure she didn’t look sick or sallow. Making sure she was still breathing. Your own eyes were dry and stinging, but you weren’t tired enough to sleep. Another half-hour went by like this, until you felt confident enough to extract her hand from your own and carefully climb off the bed.

Your body was slightly sore, and you turned to stretch—and saw Jungkook asleep by the door, body slumped forward.

You stopped. He looked softer in his sleep. His face was suddenly round and painfully young. His mouth was open slightly, air whistling between his lips. His hair was stuck up in front from constantly running his hand through it, and his skin was paler—too pale. His dark circles stood out. He was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt, which you assumed he’d been wearing at the party.

A glance at your phone confirmed that it was only three in the morning. You walked back around the bed and covered your friend with the blanket, making sure she was comfortable. You gently removed her shoes. She snuggled deeper into the pillow, still clinging to sleep.

You moved back toward the door. You crouched down until you were close to Jungkook’s face.

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching out to poke his shoulder gently. He jumped suddenly, whacking his head against the door.

He gasped in pain while you cringed for him. Reaching up, you cradled the back of his head and rubbed gently to help with the pain. It was a sudden, intimate gesture, but you were still in mothering mode. He allowed it, staring sleepily into the dark. You glanced back at your friend to make sure she hadn’t been woken by the thud.

“Can we step outside?” you asked, voice still low. He winced and nodded, climbing unsteadily to his feet. The two of you slipped outside, leaving your friend comfortable and still asleep in the bed.

The hallway was pitch black, but you could see light coming from the bottom of the staircase. Jungkook slipped his hand in your own and led you in that direction. His hand was warm and slightly rough, and you squeezed it subconsciously. He squeezed back. In the darkness of the hallway, so late at night, and after dealing with such a scary and pressing situation, almost nothing felt real—it was almost like a strange dream.

He let go of your hand at the bottom of the staircase. You let him.

A lamp glowed dimly in the corner. In the living room was another boy. You recognized him as the one who had answered the door. He was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He jerked up when he saw you.

“Is she okay?” he asked, speaking in a whisper. Like it was too late at night and the room was too empty to use a regular speaking voice.

“I think she’ll be fine,” you replied. “She’s gotten past the worst of it, and now she’s asleep. I wanted to grab her a glass of water for when she wakes up.”

You turned toward Jungkook. “Where’s your kitchen?”

The other boy jumped off the couch before he could reply. “I’ll show you.”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook said, lowly. Almost gruffly. His morning voice? “I’ve got it.”

Taehyung stopped and raised an eyebrow. He eyed Jungkook, suspiciously. Something passed between the two of them, but you were too tired and mentally occupied to focus on it.

You tugged on the sleeve of Jungkook’s shirt and demanded, “Kitchen.”

The weird eye contact between Jungkook and Taehyung was broken, and he turned to you. “Yeah, it’s this way.”

He led you, but Taehyung followed anyway. The kitchen was modest and much cleaner than you expected. As if sensing your surprise, Jungkook snorted.

“You really think we’re animals, don’t you?” he asked. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass, while you flushed.

“I don’t,” you defended. You were feeling a bit ashamed. You’d thought some harsh things about Jungkook, and even if you hadn’t said them out loud, they still influenced how you’d treated him. Tonight, you’d gotten an opportunity to see a different side of him—one that you hadn’t allowed yourself to see before.

Suddenly, everything he’d ever done to you felt petty. So, what, he clicked his pen? He spilled water on your backpack? What did stuff like that matter? Why had you let it affect you so much?

“Yes, you do,” he replied. “You’re always so quick to think the worst of us.”

“Bold statement to make from a boy whose frat hosted the party my friend was drugged at.”

He and Taehyung winced, but then so did you. You could recognize a low blow, even if you were the one that had delivered it. There must be something wrong with you. Hadn’t you just been thinking you were being a huge bitch?

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, immediately. “I know that’s not the whole picture. I didn’t mean for it to sound that judgmental.”

Jungkook stared, and you flushed. “I mean—I know I can do that. Be more judgmental than I realize. And it’s true that sometimes I’m more inclined to think badly of you. But I know that’s just me being a bitch about it.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Taehyung butted in, drawing your attention and Jungkook’s ire. “This is our frat, and it’s our fault something like this happened. We should be more careful about who we invite and who we let in.”

Taehyung moved until he was standing next to you and continued. “It’s easy to have a negative opinion on frat life. I’m sorry that we had to prove you right tonight.”

Your flush deepened, but this time because of attention instead of embarrassment. Christ, where had Jungkook been hiding such a handsome and well-spoken frat brother? If you’d met him first instead of Jeon, maybe your opinion on frat life wouldn’t be so negative.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the interaction. It made his skin tingle and his chest burn. He filled the glass he’d gotten with water and thrusted it toward you. “Here. We should go back up.”

Taehyung looked at him in confusion as you took the glass. “Just stay down here and sleep on the couch with me, man. I was gonna stay to get an early start on cleaning tomorrow morning.” He looked at you suddenly. “What did you say your name was again?”

“She didn’t,” Jungkook said, at the same time you replied, “(Y/N).”

Taehyung smiled. It was boxy. Adorable. “(Y/N) and (Y/Fr/N) can sleep in your bed, and you can sleep down here with me. Right?”

Jungkook frowned. “I’m fine on the floor. I want to be there if something happens.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook shot you such a sudden glare that your teeth snapped shut. Taehyung eyed him again, except this time in amusement.

“Okay,” he shrugged. He looked back at you and smiled, but there was something more to it—it was playful, teasing. “Thank you for coming over, (Y/N). You’re a devoted friend.”

You smiled at the compliment. “I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

“You’re doing a lot more than a lot of people would be willing,” he corrected, making your smile widen.

“Yeah, she’s great,” Jungkook snapped, sarcastically. “We need to go back.”

You narrowed you eyes at him, but let it go. It was time to let it all go. You were tired of being bitter and thinking you were justified for it. 

The three of you wished each other good night before Jungkook took you back to his room, hand on the small of your back while you climbed the dark staircase. You stopped near the top, where it was still bright enough to see most of his face.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned. You nodded and looked away.

“Yeah, I just—,” and you stopped, unsure. “I’m sorry, I’m so bad at this. But I just feel like I owe you an apology.”

His jaw dropped. “What?”

You sighed. Did he have to be so dramatic? This was already hard for you. “I meant what I said earlier, about thinking the worst of you. When we first met, I was already in a super bad mood. We got off on the wrong foot.” You looked at his face. “I definitely thought you were just some ignorant fuckboy frat guy, but worse than that, I really didn’t try to see you as anything else. I accepted my bad impression of you and let it color my judgment toward everything you did. That was wrong of me.”

You glanced down the hallway, toward his room. “Thank you for calling me. I’m really grateful you were able to take care of (Y/Fr/N) before I got here. You didn’t have to do that. She’s not even your friend.”

Jungkook watched your face closely as you continued. “So, what I’m really trying to say is—I’m sorry for being rude. I’m sorry for not taking the time to get to know you. And I’m sorry for not giving you a chance. It’s a bad reflection of my character. Thank you for putting up with me, and thank you for helping me tonight.”

You waited a bit in stuffy silence. You weren’t sure what you were expecting—for him to laugh in you face, maybe. For him to at least acknowledge your apology. You were getting nervous until he finally said, “I’m sorry, too,”

You let out a surprised noise, and he continued. “You’re not the only guilty one. I did the exact same thing. I didn’t take the time to get to know you because I thought you weren't worth getting to know. I thought you were rude and uptight, and I went out of my way to annoy you because of it. That was wrong of me and I was being a huge dick. It wasn’t until tonight that I saw you as like, an actual person.”

“What did you see me as before?” you asked, slightly amused.

“I don’t know. A robot or something.” At your offended look, he was quick to continue. “But no offense! You’re just always in class, always paying super close attention, never talking. Sometimes, I don’t even think you breathe.”

You tried to find it in yourself to be offended, but then—you laughed. You laughed hard enough to make the water in the glass you were holding slosh precariously, and until finally, Jungkook laughed too.

“Yeah,” you agreed, still chuckling. “I’m sorry. I take myself a little too seriously sometimes.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” he said. “I probably don’t take myself seriously enough. I know I’m goofy, but my grades—,” and here he stopped, grimacing, “—are bad. Really bad. Especially in chemistry.”

“I can help you out, if you want,” you offered. It was time to start wrapping up your conversation. You didn’t want to leave your friend alone for much longer. “We can study together.”

He seemed shocked. “Really?”

“Totally,” you agreed. “I mean, I suck at chemistry too. Maybe we can help each other.”

Jungkook stared at you a moment longer. If seeing you act kind with your friend had been a shocker, this was somehow even worse—seeing you actively friendly. He was certain, after tonight, and after your apology, that your cold and anti-social persona hide a surprisingly welcoming and caring heart. How willfully blind he must have been to have missed it.

Then he smiled, almost shyly. A surprising bunny smile, very different from the smug one he usually wore in class. “Yeah. Maybe we can.”

The two of you went back to his room. He creaked open the door and let you through, closing it behind him. It was still dark, but your eyes were more adjusted. You could hear your friend lightly snoring on the bed, and could make out a lump under the blanket.

As you made your way deeper into the room, Jungkook seated himself by the door again and leaned against it for support. You winced in sympathy for his back.

“I’m sorry you have to sleep on the floor,” you whispered. Jaw clicking, you suppressed a yawn. Maybe you would be able to get some sleep.

“It’s fine.” And then, “I’m used to having plenty of women in my bed.”

You scoffed lightly. Of course he’d say some stupid shit like that right after your heart-to-heart. “Don’t ruin our friendship before it can begin, Jeon.”

“Is that what this is?” he asked. “A friendship?”

“Go to bed.” You set the glass down on the bedside table and climbed in next to your friend. She was still sleeping peacefully, mouth ajar and breathing evenly.

A minute later, once the two of you had settled, you heard a quiet, “Good night, (Y/N).”

Your lip quirked as you tried to suppress a smile. “Good night, Jungkook.

#bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #bts fic #bts fanfiction #bts imagine #bts reaction #bts writing #bts writings #bts imagines #bts reactions #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #bts jungkook #kwriter #kwriters #bts drabble #bts frat au #bts fratboy #bts college au #bts au #reader x jungkook #bts jungkook x reader #self insert #self-insert #bts self insert #bts reader #bts yn

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 23: Deny Deny Deny

February 13th, 1986

Today was dress rehearsals because tomorrow was the big show. Our director was talking to us about everything that would be happening and our schedules. We all put on each of the gowns we would be wearing in our right spots. I and 5 other girls were in the cat walk more than the other girls. I guess it's because we already did runway and we knew what to do already. But this show was going to be really big. The amount of money we were getting paid to do this show was big too. I think I would like to celebrate by going on a mini vacation after this. Wait no....I won't be able to just yet I have Milan fashion week. So I guess after that.

Nikki called this morning before I left. He wanted to take me sight seeing. I agreed to go but on the condition that we go on the Megasightseeing tour bus. I still didn't get a chance to go on it. Were going to meet up after I'm done rehearsals and then from there I'll watch them play tonight. But I told him no partying for me. I have a big day tomorrow.

"Alright ladies I need you to all come out here!" The director yelled. "Ok this is what's going on with our schedule tomorrow." He brought the schedule out and started reading from it. "We have:

9:00 Catwalk 18:00 Presentation, Amanda Wakeley 11:00 Catwalk, On|Off Presents BFC 13:00 Catwalk, Supriya Lele BFC Show 13:30 - 15:30 DiscoveryLAB. 14:00 Catwalk 15:00 Catwalk 16:00 Catwalk 17:30 - 19:30 Presentation 18:00-19:00 Catwalk 20:30 Fashion Presentation

"Any questions."

We all looked at him and shook our heads no. "Good, get some sleep ladies you need to be here for 7am sharp."

We got back to the hotel and me, Rach, Mel, and Jade sat down at the hotel restaurant to grab some lunch. All that walking back and forth really made us hungry.

"You know what after the whole show I'm going to binge on cheeseburgers." Jade laughed.

"Your lucky I can't I have Milan fashion week next." I smiled.

It all went quiet. The girls looked up at me with wide eyes and parted mouths. Did I say something I shouldn't have.

"Wait so...so how the hell did you get Milan fashion week?" Rachel ask with confusion.

"Oh I don't know, Tamara my manager booked it for me." I responded.

"Wow Tamara really knows how to get what she wants." Rachel snorted.

"Is there a problem?" I snap harshly.

"Nooo it's just some of us have been working harder and longer. And it's not fair that because Tamara use to walk the Europe shows that she should get to bring in her models. It should be based on talent." She grumbles.

"Well then maybe get a manager who's been in the buissness and you'll get better bookings." My voice was extremely bitchy when I said that. How dare she come at me because her manager dosen't know how to book her shows.

"Alright girls girls stop with the petty attitudes were all friends and need to support each other." Mel budded in trying to calm us both.

We both rolled our eyes and continued to eat.

"Mani!"

I heard an all to familiar voice call me. I looked up to see that it was Nikki. He was standing in front of my table. He was wearing his long black shiney leather coat with leather pants. His hair was teased all over the place and he had his cross earing dangling low close to his shoulder. He was smiling down at me like a boy looking at his crush.

"We should start heading out to go sight seeing." He looked at his watch. "I booked the tour bus." He grinned.

I stayed silent. My heart was beating 50 times faster than a normal persons. I didn't know what to say or do. If I responded yes, the girls would look at me with disgust. But if I responded no, Nikki would probably get angry and start throwing things and yelling. And that would be embarrassing.

"Um Iman do you know this... thing?" Rachel sneered looking Nikki up and down like he was trash.

I can't do it, I cant say it.

"Nope." I said popping the p. I grabbed my drink off the table and sipped my cranberry juice refusing to look at Nikki.

He just stood there with wide eyes.

"Um she doesn't know you." Jade spoke up.

"Yeah now can you please leave our table. Were trying to eat." Mel sneered.

Nikki chuckled and shook his head. He put his hands on his hip and looked at me again. I could see him from the corner of my eyes glaring at me. I still continued not to look at him.

"He probably wants money pass me my purse." Rachel motioned for her purse and Jade passed it to her. She pulled out $10 and placed it on the table in front of Nikki. "There you go, if your smart you'll buy yourself better clothing. But we all know what you'll use my money on." She grins smugly.

Oh God!

Nikki's jaw clenched and his fist bawled up. He looked at me again and then started walking away.

"Ew as if Iman would ever get with a gutter rat like that guy. Ugh, he even smelt like one." Rachel laughed humorously.

Nikki stopped walking and stood there for a bit. I held my breath thinking he was going to turn around and start yelling. Thankfully he continued walking and I exhaled in relief.

"That's the one who called me a bitch. He's the one that said he knew a prettier model than me." Jade says.

"I think that's the band that's causing all the noise in the hotel. What's there name again. Um...um-" Mel snapped her fingers trying to remember.

"Motley Crue!" Jade spoke up.

"Right yes Motley crue." Mel said.

I wanted to get up and chase after Nikki but I couldn't. I put my drink down and rubbed my face. Why did I do that? What on earth made me do something like that?

"Rock music is the Devils music it should be banned. And those trash bag rockers should be out of business." Rachel hissed.

I ended up excusing my self from the table so I could go find Nikki and talk to him. I wanted to stop by my room first. When I got to my floor I saw Jess standing outside my door looking at it. I furrowed my brows and walked over to her.

"Is there-" I cut my self off when I read what was written on my door.

HALL CUNT 603

"That bastard!" I yelled.

"Oh so you know who did this?" Jess raised her voice pointing at the door. "I'm calling the police." She marched passed me and entered her hotel room.

"Wait Jess!" I followed her in. "I don't know the guy that well. We met and I turned him down that's why he wrote that. I only met him one time." I pleaded.

"That's dosen't give anyone the right to do that to you." She picked up the phone and started dialing 911.

"Please Jess." I grabbed the phone paniking and holding on to it. "I don't what anyone to know that someone wrote that on my door. It's embarrassing." I cried out.

She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Ok." She moved and sat down on her chair. "What happened to your room?" She asked with worry.

"I had the girls over to hang out and they invited some random people I don't know to come and they thrashed the room."

Wow so I have become a liar.

"Iman there was coke in your room. That's not just a hang out. I'm worried about you. Your not focused on what your doing." She stood up again and walked towards me. "Many girls would kill to be where you are, making all this money, travelling the world, working with the most exclusive fashion designers, and acting in TV shows and movies. Now here you are distracted and me having to hear that my models room was completely trashed with coke bags all over the place." She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm sorry." I whispered

"Its ok, but you need to get your self together. Your a young girl and your career is going so well. Dont throw it away." She rubbed my arm.

I nodded my head and handed her the phone back. "Do you want to stay in here tonight?" Jess asked. "Yeah just let me get some things from my room."

I walked into the hallway and stared at my door. I can't beleive Nikki was being so petty. Yeah I know I pretended like I didn't know him, but other people in my position would have done the same. I walked into my room to grab a cloth with hot water. I came back out and started scrubbing my door. It was nail polish. At least it was coming off. An idea then came into my head. All I need is permanent marker and I'm good. I went back into my room and threw the cloth back in. I came back out and ran to the staircase to go downstairs.

"Hi um would you happen to have a permanent marker by any chance?" I asked the hotel clerk.

"Um...." she looked into her desk and pulled out the marker. "Here you go." She handed it to me. "Thanks." I took the marker and headed upstairs.

I walked to Nikki's door and started writing on it. He vandalized mine so I'll vandalized his.

DEVIL WORSHIPER 613

"Iman!" I tensed up when I heard a voice call me. I looked over and saw Jade standing by the elevator.

"Hey girl." I smiled hesitantly.

"What are you doing?" She raises her eyebrows in confusion.

"N...nothing." I stutter.

She crosses her arms over her chest. "Um...do you have any pads by any chance?" I quickly changed the subject to stop her suspicion on what I just did.

"Yeah come to my room."

We walk over to her room and I ended up spending about an hour in her room. We talked about the show, about hanging out after the show is done, and her family life. I really liked Jade she was very humble. I left her room saying goodbye and smiling to my self. My smile soon faded when I saw Nikki standing looking at his door in the hall way. He turned in my direction, he looked very angry. Like 1985 angry when I danced with Jon Bon Jovi. I let out a deep breath then walked down the hall way with my head held high like I was walking the runway. I kept my eyes straight and walked passed him.

"So your going to pretend like you still don't know me right?" He spat following me to my door.

I kept walking not saying a word to him. I got to my door and turned the door knob to go in my room. He grabbed the door knob and slammed my door shut and blocked me from going in.

"I guess I'm just a junkie loser gutter rat to you aren't I." He asked. "Aren't I!" He raised his voice and I flinched. I folded my arms on my chest and looked away from him. "I thought you were different than all those skinny stuck up models down there." He points his finger in my face. "But your just a fucking bitch just like the rest of them!" He shouted. He shoulder checked me and walked passed me to his door. He paused before entering his room to flip me off then slammed the door shut.

I put my hands on my face and let out a shakey breath of air. My body was trembling with fear. I felt ashamed about what I did because he didn't deserve that. But at the same time these are classy girls that I was rolling with. I can't have people talking about me with Nikki and letting it get in the news like before. And I certainly didn't want Tamara finding out that Nikki was here. It would cause a lot of problems.

I had to deny knowing him I didn't have a choice.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #mick mars #tommy lee #the dirt #model #vince neil #chanel iman #bwwm wmbw

[r-ahh-mi]

A Cure I Know // Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Elliot Alderson x OC (Emerson)

Summary: A sex addict & a nut case - what a perfect pairing, don’t you think?

Warnings: Swearing & vulgar language (literally this is raunchy and real), and slight mention of masturbation.

Word Count: 1.2k (I don’t have the time or energy to write big, long shit right now so sorry for this little baby chapter)

Tag: @lovelymalekk @mezzomercury @sherlollydramoine @rami-malek-trash @amcquivey @malek-lover @rogers-wristbands @deacytits @justice-for-shayla @sassystrawberryk @itsme690 @imnottiredofgettingoveryou @malek-lover (If I missed you; my bad. Shoot my an ask/message & i’ll fix it ASAP. If you want to be added to my taglist, hit a bitch up)

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My week was dull..and lifeless...and soul sucking..I could go on, trust me! But I won’t bore you with the uneventful details of my 9-5 office job and my sadly, non existent sex life. The one thing that seemed to keep my going was Fridays; god damn I loved Fridays. Friday meant freedom, Friday meant I rarely had to wear pants (who could really argue with that). But Friday’s also meant seclusion..and loneliness..and binge watching a lot of TV and eating my body weight in salt & vinegar chips. No need to feel sorry for me though, please don’t send your pity my way--I assure you I am doing just fine. I wouldn’t mind getting laid though; who am I kidding, I would love to be getting plowed into a mattress right this very moment, but I had zero amount of takers at the moment. I suppose I could fix the situation myself..though i’d already done that seven..maybe ten times this week already. Again, don’t send me your pity, i’m fine! I promise. 

I loved a date night with my vibrator almost as much as a date night with a lover, well, let’s be honest, the person would be a fuck toy not a lover... Anyways! This lack of a sexual partner would give me a chance to think about him again which didn’t sound too awful, not awful at all. God, the way his tight black jeans cupped his legs (and other things). Don’t even get me started on that hoodie, i’d probably blow a load right this very moment just picturing him in it again. It didn’t help that i happened to see this stranger every week day morning, at least for this week. I assumed he was on his way to work, just as I was, although i’m not sure what he would do for work that would allow such Gothic attire. Maybe he’s an artist..Oh, oh! Or maybe one of those mysterious musicians that was stuck on themselves and decided to adopt the fashion sense and persona of a tragedy ridden art college drop out. Yes, that seemed fitting enough.

I couldn’t help but begin to pleasure myself over the thoughts of him and his tan skin and contrasting dark hair--his hand gripping my headboard tightly as he violated me in every way that I could possibly desire. He would know all of my kinks like the cocky asshole I assumed his dark soul to be. Always confident and always telling my how how amazing my tits look as he pressed my knees into my stomach, making the two mounds on my chest be squished, but still move with every thrust he laid into me.

Just as I could feel myself really starting to lose it, the loudest and scariest yelling between two parties came bellowing directly bellow my first floor apartments window. Of course, being the curious one I was, I briskly pulled myself together (but not my pants, this was still a no pants party my friends) and stuck my palms on the window sill as I pushed my head out of the already open window.

I watched as one man, dressed in a finally pressed classic black and white suit threw his hands in the air, clearly yelling at another person over something that had to be absolutely god awful for his tone of voice to be that fucking loud. The other party was dressed in only  jeans and a simple black hoodie...interesting. The hood rested naturally on the top of the persons, covering up any view I could have of them as he yelled just as loudly in response to the other, professionally dressed, man.

I couldn’t make out much for the life of me, the heavy traffic was to blame for that, but I could tell the conversation was tense and almost made me pick up my phone and have 911 pre-dialed, just in case. However, the two seemed to come to an agreement or something of the sorts, as the man in the suit backed away silently, his driver opening the rear passenger side door for him as he slipped into the large luxury SUV. The car sped off, leaving nothing but a large amount of dirt and dust behind, just enough to cause an illuminating type cloud over the other person clad in black. For some reason I still kept watching. Probably out of entertainment purposes; the things you see on the New York City streets were much, much more mind boggling than any reality TV show. 

Just as the cloud of dust began to dissipate; I saw a familiar dark haired figure. Well, familiar to an extent; we both had still never said a word to each other or really even held eye contact for longer than three or so seconds. Never the less, I knew him. It was, in fact, the very figure that I had been pleasuring myself to not even five minutes ago. I blinked my eyes several times, even going so far as to hold one of my eyes open to make sure that I wasn’t honest to god just making this all up for the sake of my hormones. But no, he was still there; his hoodie was now laid flat against his back, allowing me to see his handsome features yet again (that’s twice today!) while he glanced around the brick alleyway, pacing himself back and forth.

“Hey stranger.” I couldn’t believe the words had flown out of my mouth, but, god damn it, they sure as hell did. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary for me. I was a free spirit who was known for being quite the social butterfly so screaming out of my window at a man I had never spoke to before wasn’t too terribly out of character for me.

He looked around, first at all of those at his eye level, and then up into the sky. I couldn’t help but wave my hand in an exaggerated fashion, but he didn’t seem to take too much of a liking to me or my actions. His look was cold with the slightest hint of confusion as he stood there for a moment just looking at me as he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“Do you remember me? We ride the train at the same time every week day morning. I can’t believe we always get on the same train car!” 

Again, his expression remained the same, but this time he began walking a little closer to my elevated first floor window. 

Please oh please just tell me you want to fuck me just as bad as I want to fuck you.

“Can you let me in?” he said, keeping eyes disconnected from mine, but I would to had I requested such an odd thing from someone who was one point above total stranger. But would I ever turn down a possible fuck? Not a chance.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

Playfully, I rolled my eyes, “Why should I let you in? I don’t even know you.”

“You just asked If I remembered you so clearly you think I know you.” 

I bit my lip in nervous anticipation as I tried to muster up my once confident words that were now making me feel anything but confident.

“Can’t you take a joke?”

“Jokes are pointless.”

My facial expression could be matched to that of a person who just muttered the phrase, “well, alright then” as I went to close my window.

“Wait!” Immediately I halted my movement and stuck my head out the window again, per the mans request.

“Can I really come in..I just--I just want to ask you a couple questions. I know you don’t know me, but-”

“I’ll buzz you in.”

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#rami malek #ramimalek #elliot alderson #mr robot #rami malek fic #rami malek fan fic #rami malek fan ficition #rami malek imagine #elliot alderson fic #mr robot fic

[my-emotional-self]

Forever Ago Chapter 1

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: After losing touch with your childhood best friend since graduation, he comes crashing back into your life 15 years later. The feelings you’ve had for him never left you.  But do you forgive him for all those years he ignored you?  Or do you decide he lost his chance with you for good?

A/N: This will be a slow burn (even though there will only be 10 chapters or less lol) Also, there will be a lot of flashbacks in this story.  Thank you to @guera31 for the idea!  She sent me this idea way back in November!

Your alarm clock blared, waking you from a wonderfully beautiful dream.  “Fucking clock,” you groaned as you slammed your hand against the annoying contraption.  Turning onto your back, you let out a huff of annoyance; pinching the bridge of your nose.

The dream you had was very intimate; sexually intimate.  It was of you and your life long best friend; well, until the two of you moved away to college and he practically started to ignore you.  To say you were heartbroken was a bit of an understatement.  You were in love with him, since about eighth grade and unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried to forget him, those feelings were still there.  

However, you were unsure if you could ever forgive him for ignoring you all these years.  Sure, he moved on to become an actor and made a name for him, but come on!  He was your best friend since kindergarten for fucks sake.  You should have meant more to him; at least that’s what you kept telling yourself.  

With another whine of irritation, you forced the covers off your body and slowly made your way into the bathroom.  Turning on the light, you had to blind your eyes from the brightness.  “Fucking Sebastian and his damn party,” you spoke to nobody but yourself as you flipped the switch to the fan and turned on the shower.

The cold water helped to wake you up and to also help with the ache between your legs; all because of your damn dream.  Soon enough, you were quite alert and you switched the dial as the hot water cascaded down your body; your  mind going back to when you first met Chris.  

Summer of 1986

You were only five years old when you moved with your parents to a new town; a new state.  Coming from the Midwest, you were rather excited, yet nervous, to move so far from the only home you had ever known.  

“Are you nervous Jessica?” your mother asked from the front seat, turning around and giving you the soft warm smile that you so adoringly loved.  

“A little,” came your quiet mouse like voice.  You hadn’t even started kindergarten yet, but you still had friends back home and you were nervous you wouldn’t make any new ones. “What if nobody likes me?”

You heard your father gasp from the driver’s seat.  “How could you even say that Jess?  Everybody loves you sweetheart.  Trust me.  In no time you will have plenty of friends.”

Looking down at your lap, you began to flip through your picture book of the East Coast, hoping to sooth your nerves.  After some time, you drifted off to sleep.  

“Jess….Jessica honey we’re here.  We’re at our new home!”  Feeling your mother shake you awake, you slowly opened your sleepy eyes.  Looking out the window, you saw a beautiful large brick house which was much larger than the house you grew up in.  

“Wow,” you breathed out as your mother helped you unbuckle your seatbelt; a soft chuckle coming from her lips.  “We’re rich!” you squealed with joy.  

This time, it was your father who laughed loudly.  “Well, you remember that I got a new job right sweetheart?”  You nodded. “And along with that job came a promotion.  Do you know what that means?”  Scrunching up your small eyebrows, you shook your head.  “It means I get more money.  The company also helped pay for relocation, which means your mother and I got to finally get our dream home where we can raise you….our beautiful perfect daughter.”  You giggled as your father picked you up and twirled you around.  

You didn’t remember much, except the movers moving all the boxes into the house and your mother showing you your new room.  It was absolutely perfect and much bigger than your old room.  “I get my own bathroom?” you cheered as your mother showed you around your room.

“That’s right.  But you have to be a big girl for me and try to keep it clean.  Does that sound fair?”

“Yes mommy!” you yelled, jumping up and down.  She left you to unpack your own belongings.  The one thing you loved most about your parents is that no matter your age, they taught you how to be independent as they wanted you to grow up and be an independent woman.

As you began to put all your belongings and knickknacks onto the shelving unit, you heard your mother calling for you.  “Jessica, will you please come down here?”

Hopping down the steps, you found your mother at the front door with another woman.  She had a very warm smile and you instantly felt a sort of connection to her, as if you knew you would be safe around her.  

“Jessica, this is one of our new neighbors, Lisa.”

“Hello Lisa.  It is nice to meet you,” your shy voice spoke.  

“Oh my.  Well aren’t you just a doll,” she cooed and you couldn’t help but giggle.  Your mother always telling you how much you looked like a doll, which you loved.  “How old are you sweetie?”

“I’m five!” you spoke with confidence as you held up five fingers. Both Lisa and your mother giggled at your ways.  

“Well, it just so happens my son is five years old.  It looks like you two will be starting school together in the fall.  Maybe we should set up a playdate so you could meet him.  What do you think of that?”

Your small face scrunched up before you answered her. “He doesn’t have cooties does he?” Now both of the women were laughing hysterically, clenching their chests.  

“No my sweet girl.  I can promise you he doesn’t have cooties.”

~~~

Two days later, you were walking across the street with your mother; her hand in yours.  She rang the doorbell and the familiar face of Lisa answered it.  “Oh I’m so happy you two could make it!” she said with a bright smile on her face.  “Christopher, come down here please.”

You heard the familiar thumping on the stairs before a boy emerged. “Hi there!” he remarked with his own smile.  “I’m Chris.”

“It’s so nice to meet you Chris.  My name is Charlotte and this is my daughter Jessica.”  He politely shook your mothers hand before he turned to you and hugged you.

“I already know we are going to be great friends.”  You smiled at his words before he quickly took your hand in his, leading you upstairs.  “My birthday was last month and I got a bunch of new toys.  Do you want to see them?”

By then you were stopped at the door to his room.  You nodded your head, a wide grin on your face. “Yes!”

End Flashback

Looking down at your hands, you were now all wrinkly.  Finishing up your shower quickly, you got out and wrapped yourself in your thick comfy robe. Walking out of the bathroom, you shivered at the loss of heat as you made your way to the kitchen.  Getting yourself a cup of coffee, you looked around your small apartment.  

It was one of your greatest gifts you ever gave yourself.  New York City was never somewhere you imagined to live, yet here you were.  Your apartment was small, just a bit larger than a studio as you had a separate room for your bedroom.  But it was quaint; just the way you wanted it.  

Taking a sip of coffee, and your mind on Chris, more memories came flooding back.  

Fall of 1986

“Who is your teacher?” Chris asked as the two of you sat next to each other on the bus.  

“Mrs. Smith,” you responded, trying to smile but you were nervous for your first day of kindergarten and it was evident to Chris.

His eyes perked up.  “Me too!”  You felt a sense of relief wash over you as you realized you had a friend with you to start school.  Over the course of summer, you and Chris became inseparable; along with both of your mothers.  Almost on a daily basis you were either at Chris’ house, or he was at yours while your mothers hung out together.  You loved having a friend so fast as you were so worried you wouldn’t know anybody by the time you started school.  

“Don’t worry about school.  We���ll be together and that’s all that matters.”  He patted your hand and you smiled at him; ready to start your first year of school with your new friend.

End Flashback

You smiled to yourself at the memory of Chris.  But your heart broke at the same time; remembering that he left you high and dry after all these years.  

As you took the last sip of your warm coffee, your phone began to ring.  Rushing to your room, you saw that it was Sebastian calling.  

“911, what’s your emergency?” you answered with a grin.

“Oh you’re so funny,” Sebastian remarked sarcastically.  

“I know I am thank you very much.”

“You’re still coming tonight right?”  How could you forget?  Sebastian practically programmed his little friend get-together into the calendar on your phone.  

“Yes I’ll be there. It’s not like I have anything else planned.”

“Yeah, except to lounge around in your pajamas and binge watch Netflix all day and night.”

“Hey now!  There is nothing wrong with that!”

Sebastian laughed. “No there isn’t.  But you need to get out more often.  You need to get a life Jessica.”

You scoffed at his remark. “I’m offended that you just said that about me.”

“You know it’s true. Anyways, there will be single guys there tonight.  I invited them just for you so you could finally meet a guy and go on a date. Let’s be real, you need to get laid.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full and well he couldn’t see you.  “Yeah whatever.  Get over my non-existent sex life already will ya?”

“Never gonna happen,” he teased.  

“Ugh, get your own life Seb. I’ll see you tonight..bbbyyyeee.” You hung up the phone before he could badger you anymore.  

Trying to shake the nerves from your body, you began to clean up your small apartment.  Sebastian had asked you to this little friend get together a few weeks ago and since you didn’t have anything planned, you were up for it.  But now that the party was today, you were starting to become on edge.  

You knew that a few of his Avengers co-stars would be there, including Jeremy Renner and Ashely Olsen to name a few; probably even more.  But it was Chris you were worried about the most.  No matter how close you and Sebastian became over the last couple of years; you never once mentioned that you not only knew Chris Evans, but that you were best friends with him growing up.  

It wasn’t that you were insecure about coming forward with the truth; it was just that after high school, you and Chris drifted so far apart.  And it wasn’t on your behalf.  You tried getting into contact with him numerous times, but as the years went on, the texts and phone calls became fewer and fewer, until all of a sudden, he just stopped returning your calls and texts.

“Fucking Sebastian and your parties,” you complained yet again, to nobody but yourself.

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[sapphireharrie]

wasnt one last kiss enough?

the one where harry doesn’t feel the same

Y/n is doomed,

super doomed,

and by doomed, she meant a total catastrophe, the end of the fucking world, doom. Of course, her timing is never perfect, when in the world is her timing ever perfect? Considering the time that she is certain that she is in love with someone the universe laughed in front of her face, the universe hates her guts so much that she has to confessed to her roommate after 3 years of living together, that she is in love with her best friend, and it drives her crazy. It was Saturday night, she was re-watching her favourite TV show, Friends, when her best friend, Harry, texted her,

I’m proposing next month. Ring is ready, photographer is ready, all is well-planned, I just need you to be there for me so I don’t look like a fool.

She was confused, thinking has Harry been drinking again? Of course not, Harry is not the drinking-until-drunk-and-out-of-control type of guy, and she knows that by heart because that is one of the many reasons she fell for Harry. Pathetic? Really. Falling in love with her own best friend that already has a girlfriend, not to mention, a really pretty, supermodel type of girlfriend that almost every man dreamt of being with.

She panicked, how can she not? The man she fell in love with for 7 years is proposing to someone and asked for her help and she couldn’t say no, hell, Harry could ask her to jump off a cliff for him and she would say yes in a heartbeat without thinking, so she texted him back,

Of course, big guy.

She regretted it immediately the second she hit the send button. Ten minutes later she decided to call her roommate to come home immediately because of emergency, her exact words were, “I made a big mistake, a fucking big mistake, this is not a drill, this is an emergency, this is my life we’re talking about!”

Being the bestest roommate that she is, Caroline, rushed to their apartment thinking the worst thing possible just happened to her one and only roommate, with her phone in her hand, ready to call 911.

“What happened? What happened?” Caroline rushed through the door, limping, because she hit herself on the knee with the vanity by the door.

“Harry asked my help to propose his girlfriend.” Y/n said, biting her nails, because for the love of Zeus, she’s nervous.

“So? Help him, I mean, you never said anything bad about– who’s his girlfriend again?”

“Rosie.”

“Yeah, Rosie. You said to me that she’s perfect for him, right? Oh my god, I came all the way from the pub for this?” Caroline asked, throwing herself to the sofa, and contemplating to just kill her roommate for what she puts her through.

“Uh, well, yeah, but Care–”

“Oh, my fucking God, you’re fucking in love with him, aren’t you?” Caroline stand up immediately, dropping her phone to the floor, Y/n secretly hope that her phone is alright, because if it is not, well, let’s just say she will have to spend a couple hundred dollars for that.

“I, well–”

“I fucking knew it, you’ve been in love with him this whole time! That’s why you always rejected every guy that I’m about to introduce you to before even meeting them, saying that you don’t have time for boyfriends, ugh, I knew it was all bullshit, how can you never say anything to me?” Caroline yelled, throwing her hands around to show her that she really is mad, that she is beyond mad, she is in fact, furious.

“I couldn’t, okay? I didn’t know I was really falling in love with him, I thought it was just a silly crush that will go away later, okay? I didn’t realize that it has been years and I still had this silly crush over him,” she huffed, just realizing how stupid she is, because for God’s sake, it has been 7 years,

“Years? For how long? How many years have you been keeping this secret from him?”

“Seven,” she mumbled because she was humiliated with herself,

“Can’t hear you!”

“Seven years, okay! I’ve been in love with him for seven years!” Y/n finally yelled, getting irritated because of course Caroline will never shut up about this for the rest of her life.

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot. You have the highest GPA in this university but you’re a fucking idiot. Call him, call him right now!” Caroline said, she was in the verge of crying, she doesn’t even know why this hurts her so much, she was imagining what it must felt like for her best friend keeping her feeling for years. That’s Caroline for you, the best person that everyone can think of.

“And say what? What do you want me to say? ‘Hello H, it’s me, I got your text, congratulation with your soon to be proposal, oh by the way, I’ve been in love with you for seven fucking years!’ That’s what you want me to say? That I’m in love with him a month before his proposal, being the best friend that I am?” Y/n yelled, crying her heart out to the only person that she knows will understand her,

“I’ve known you my whole life, we’ve been roommates for three years, and never in my life did I think of you as a coward. Talk to him before it’s too late, because I won’t let you be someone that regret not doing everything that she can do for something she wholeheartedly loves. I won’t let you be that person.”

***

Y/n doesn’t know the exact time she fell in love with Harry. Maybe it was when he stood up for her in high school when his girlfriend called her a whore for hanging out at Harry’s place all the time. Maybe it was when Harry was willing to be her prom date when her date bailed on her. Or maybe it was when no matter where Harry is whether he is half a world away or just steps away from her, she is still the first person that he called whenever there’s good news or even just when he got his favourite limited-edition candle and he is really happy about it. Maybe it was when Harry keeps all of her skin-care in his guest bathroom just in case she wanted to stay over and doesn’t bring any. She watched a movie in Netflix once that said something along, ‘you like someone because, and you love someone despite.’ She loves Harry despite his lack of filter whenever he’s around her, she loves Harry despite his lifestyles that are very different with her, she loves Harry despite his love for blue cheese, she hates blue cheese more than anything. She loves Harry despite his annoying behaviour whenever she had masks on and that he’ll do anything and everything to make her laugh and ruin her mask. She likes Harry because, and she loves Harry despite.

***

So, there she is, in Harry’s living room, two weeks before his proposal to his girlfriend, contemplating on whether she should tell him she loves him or just get on with her life without him ever knowing her feelings to him. If she chooses the latter, then she would be a coward, and she doesn’t want to be a coward, and her tiny little space in her heart is hoping that maybe, just maybe, there’s a slight chance for her and Harry, and that maybe if she tells him that she loves him, Harry would pick her, maybe.

“Lovie, what do you want to watch?” Harry asked, sitting comfortably beside her, throwing his left hand behind her, almost cuddling her,

“Whatever, I’m fine.” She answered, half-heartedly because to be honest, she didn’t come to Harry’s apartment at 11pm to watch movies together or binge-watch any shows.

“Friends it is then, is that okay?” Harry asked, well, it was actually a rhetorical question because they watch Friends all the time. Harry grabbed his phone, busy texting someone rather than watching the shows with his best friend.

“H, I need to talk to you.” She blurted it out of the blue, fidgeting her fingers, one of her annoying habits that harry picked up years ago,

“Ok, a second.” Harry said without lifting his head up from his phone, still typing a long-ass paragraph with his right hand, “M’kay, what is it?” He finally locked his phone and finally put his phone down.

“There’s something that I need to tell you. I don’t know how to say this, because I’ve been keeping it for years from you, and I don’t want you change your mind about anything after I say it to you, and know that it takes everything in me to say this to you.” She said, running out of breath.

“Ok, you’re scaring me now, Lovie. Is Rosie cheating on me?” Harry asked, shifting his position so he is facing her,

“No, no! What? No, it’s about me. Well I don’t know how to say it!” She yelled again, taking her hands to cover her face up, she’s frustrated.

“You? What’s wrong, Lovie? Just, blurt it out. I promise I will listen to you, like always, ok?” Harry said, crossing his hands to his heart,

“Well, you promised. Ok so here goes nothing,” this time it was her turn to shift, facing Harry, “I’m in love with you. I don’t know when and I don’t know how, what I know is I’ve been keeping this feeling from you for 7 years and it fucking hurts me every time you go out with someone else. At first, I thought it was just some silly crush that will go away, but it doesn’t and it hurts. I didn’t want to tell you at first, because I don’t want to lose our friendship, I’m okay with keeping my feelings from you as long as I still have you as my best friend; someone that talks to me at 3am when I am drinking my ass off, someone to call home. But, hearing the news that you’re going to propose to someone else today made me realise that you never see me that way and whether I tell you I’m in love with you or not, I’m still going to lose you. You won’t call me at 4am anymore just because you’re lonely, because now you will have someone else beside you, and it pains me knowing that it won’t be me. I don’t know why I decided to tell you now but I thought if I didn’t, I’m never going to tell you. So, that’s all I wanted to say to you. This is me pouring all of my heart to you.” She finally said it, she managed not to cry while pouring all of her feelings to him, but she won’t lie, she’s a second away from blinking her tears from her eyes.

Harry froze. Not knowing what to say because, how the hell do you face your best friend who is confessing her love to you? Harry froze because he doesn’t know how to react. There she is, his best friend, his very own best friend, crying in front of him, pouring all of her heart out, saying that she’s in love with him, and he doesn’t feel the same. Harry does not feel the same. And for the love of god, does Harry know that she’s in love with him this whole time because he is not a goddamn idiot.

“I know.” Is all that Harry managed to say. I know, the only two words that came out of Harry’s mouth.

“What?”

“I know. I know that you’ve been in love with me for years. Do you think I wouldn’t realise why you haven’t been with someone for the last–what? 4 years? 5 years?” He finally broke the silence once again, “Saying that you don’t want to be in a relationship, that men don’t impress you anymore, that you feel icky talking about love yet all that you watch is romcom all the time. You expect me to believe all that bullshit, yet every time I’m gushing about my vacation and date with Rosie your mood suddenly changes? Yet every time I’m with Rosie you had to walk away because you can’t stand seeing me with someone else? Making my love feels like my best friend hated her? I know you’ve been in love with me this whole time.” This time it was finally Harry’s time to poured all of his secret that he’s been keeping.

Harry noticed the changes in Y/n face when he called Rosie his love; how the fountain in her eyes decided to fall with no intention to stop. He wishes more than anything that he could have told her that her pain is also hurting him. But, how could he? It will only add another sadness in her, what’s worse is maybe it will add another hope in her. He read somewhere that how someone react to one’s sadness says a lot about their feeling to them, so he chose not to.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?” she asked, breathlessly, not wanting to know the answer of that question.

“The same reason you didn’t. Lovie, you have to understand that I don’t feel the same. I don’t want to hurt you, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want it to be true.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Call you what? Lovie? I call you that all the time, it doesn’t mean anything. Just a silly pet name.” He said, and Harry cursed himself because how does everything that comes from his mouth sound so mean now, he was just telling the truth. But he knows that she doesn’t think it was just a silly name, because a silly name would be baby, love, or even honey but not Lovie. He made Lovie specifically for her, everyone knows Lovie is Y/n.

“What do you want me to do, Y/n?” he asked, helplessly, because God knows he really don’t know what to do.

“I don’t know what I want. You want me to be honest? I want you. I want you to be the love of my life. I want you to love me more than you love her. What I want in the world more than anything is for you to love me back. God, H, this me begging to you. You know that I don’t beg. This is me breaking all of my walls to you. Because to be fair, I’d do anything for you, and you know that.” She’s frustrated now, this is not her at all, everyone knows how Y/n is. She never asks, even Harry feels like he’s looking at someone he doesn’t know at all. “Don’t. Don’t ask me that, it is hard enough for me watching you fall for me like that. Don’t ask me to love you back, you know more than anyone that I could never love you like that.” But then whatever comes after that was something she never expect, Harry kissed her. They have kissed before; several drunken kisses, some please-get-better kisses, some playful kisses, but this one is different, this feels more like a goodbye kiss.

“Please know that it takes everything in me to ask you this, that I never imagined our friendship to come to this, that I never imagined these words coming out from my mouth ever.” He sighed,  

“Please never see me again, at least until you know that you don’t have any more feelings for me. Please don’t ever wait for me, I’m not worth your time.” He stopped for a second,

“All I want in the world right now, is to see you walking out my life.” He finally said it, and God does it hurts so bad, he feels like a douche-bag right now, because he was supposed to be there for his best friend, right? He was supposed to be the only person who would never hurt her. But instead, he asked her to leave. Who does that to their own best friend?

“I want you to watch me leave, then. I want you to remember this exact feeling when you let me go. I want you to remember the feeling when you let your best friend go and how you are the person that broke me, when you promised me years ago that you would be the one person who will never hurt me.” She then proceeds to walk out of his door, out of his life. God knows that he will remember that feeling; watching his best friend for seven years leaving him alone and there’s nothing that he can do to stop her because to be fair, he asked her.

***

It was 3am, 3 months after Harry’s proposal to his soon to be wife and a month before their wedding. She doesn’t want to know, but Caroline got the news, and she literally begged her to tell her everything. She even made Caroline spill their wedding theme, which is a celestial with star-infused wedding invites. Caroline made sure Harry didn’t invite Y/n even though he still gave Caroline her invitation and that it was all up to Y/n whether she wanted to come or not. She broke down when Caroline gave her the invitation. The words, ‘the sky is the limit’ is written beautifully on the invitation. They got a constellation-inspired wedding theme. Constellation was both Y/n and Harry’s favourite thing in the world, they can memorise every constellation possible together, and star-gazing was their favourite thing to do, they both are so in love with the universe, how ironic since the universe is literally against her. 

Caroline asked her to go out with her that night, to drink all of her sorrows, and who is she to deny that? But little did she knows that, that decision leads her to her half-sober self, calling Harry at 3am, she had his number blocked before, god knows why she unblocked it now. But it went straight to voicemail, of course he’s not going to pick up, he’s probably asleep in his fiancée’s arms. But then, 5 minutes later she received a text,

Why did you call?

and the second after,

Wasn’t one last kiss enough?

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[cindylouwho-2]

RECENT NEWS, RESOURCES & STUDIES, May 2019

Welcome to my latest summary of recent news, resources & studies including search, analytics, content marketing, social media & ecommerce! This covers articles I came across from May 3 to May 30, although some may be older than that. 

I am out of town June 10-16, so I cannot predict when the next edition will come out, but I will do my best to make it before the June trip. I’ve recently narrowed my reading list so that I can get through it more quickly and post these more often. If you have any suggestions or comments, please let me know! 

TOP NEWS & ARTICLES 

If you had your entire promoted listing budget eaten up by clicks on an item with “shoe” in the searchable keywords, contact Etsy to make sure you will be refunded. 

Etsy was accidentally suspending some shops for not using Etsy Payments, but they are in ineligible countries. Some but not all drop ship or use fulfillment in countries with Etsy Payments, but that doesn’t appear to explain all the errors. 

Mailchimp launches a new marketing platform that integrates multiple marketing needs, not just emails. Pricing will stay the same for existing customers for the time being. 

On the same topic, here is a study of various email services, and their different deliver-ability rates. 

Etsy is being sued after a child dies, strangled by an amber necklace bought on Etsy. [video & article] This is getting a fair amount of media attention. Not covered in many stories is the fact that the daycare employees didn’t call 911 at first, and the day home had more infants that day than they were licensed for.  

Better media attention: disappointed in the long delay for the introduction of the Harriet Tubman $20 bill in the US, an Etsy seller designed a stamp buyers can use to cover up Jackson’s face with Tubman’s. “Harriet Tubman” is a trending search on Etsy frequently since these articles, so this media coverage is really bringing traffic to the site.

Amazon is now using packing machines in a few of its warehouses that replace 12 workers each. They have other warehouse automation, too, & just started work on their hub at the Cincinnati airport. If you need any more evidence that diversification is the key to successful businesses, remember that they make the biggest chunk of their profit on their cloud services. 

ETSY NEWS 

This year, Etsy’s Maker Cities program (US only) has joined up with Mastercard for their grants. Applications are due July 3, and there is a webinar on June 3 with more info and instructions. [links in article]

They’s also extended their Design Awards submission deadline to June 4. Check out their FAQ if you have any questions.  

Etsy released a summer update to their spring/summer trends guide, with some useful search data. Clothing shoppers are interested in vintage styles, “with Etsy searches for “70s” and “90s” up 26% and 7% year over year.” I summarized the earlier report here.

In case you missed it, Etsy released their first quarter financial report for 2019, & I summarized it in the Etsy forum. 

In related news, Etsy ranks 3rd in USA Today's list of the top 20 fastest growing retailers in the world, even ahead of Amazon.

Some businesses are competing based on delivery speed, but Etsy is able to do well with much slower shipping. (That’s a nice feature in an article they didn’t write; not all good promotion is paid.)

I can’t remember if I posted this interview with Etsy chief financial officer Rachel Glaser before, so here it is again. [audio file/podcast and short text excerpt. Please note I have contacted Etsy about the photos & search comment, but they have not yet replied, other than with the usual links to Etsy’s search guide.] 

Short piece on Etsy’s approach to diversity. Spoiler alert - they like it, and the article links to other materials demonstrating why this is the best approach for businesses.  

SEO: GOOGLE & OTHER SEARCH ENGINES 

If you want to get your website or blog material ranking faster, Moz has some tips for you. Note that the first part in particular contains advanced-level technical tips, but most of the rest is easier to grasp for non-techies. It’s worth a skim! 

But don’t break Wikipedia rules to get your images on top - North Face got caught doing that, & had to apologize. But “[f]rom Leo Burnett Tailor Made's original statement, it seems the agency was anticipating such a reaction to the North Face effort all along. In stunts like these, the ensuing controversy and attention around it can be part of the overall campaign goal and strategy.”

Once your website starts getting Google traffic, it is not unusual for growth to start to slow or even stop completely, but there are things you can do to avoid that.

Despite many people insisting that longer blog posts are necessary for good Google ranking, there is no ideal length for a blog post. 

Here’s a good list of free SEO tools; note that some are paid tools that have a limited free version. 

Links on other high-quality websites still matter to Google. (Most of us won’t be able to do the link-building that this test did, but the test demonstrates how much the links are worth. So if you aren’t ranking, realize that other people linking to your page is probably a big factor.) Some of your pages might fit perfectly on a resource page/site, if they answer a question or uniquely fill a need. You can find link opportunities on Twitter through following certain hashtags and engaging with the users. 

Google search results now include podcasts. “This feature doesn’t only search for the title or meta data of the podcasts but also can search for the audio – as Google transcribes them — directly within the podcast show itself.”

As of July 1, Google will use the mobile version of all new websites for their index, so make sure that you have a good mobile set up on any new websites (or old ones, for that matter, since most web traffic is mobile these days). 

There was a possible Google search update around May 9, then May 22, and now maybe May 29th. Google updates its algorithm a lot, if you hadn’t already noticed.  "To give you a sense of the scale of the changes that Google considers, in 2010 we conducted 13,311 precision evaluations to see whether proposed algorithm changes improved the quality of its search results, 8,157 side-by-side experiments where it presented two sets of search results to a panel of human testers and had the evaluators rank which set of results was better, and 2,800 click evaluations to see how a small sample of real-life Google users responded to the change.” (and some people think Etsy tests a lot LOL)

CONTENT MARKETING & SOCIAL MEDIA (includes blogging & emails) 

Have popular content on one platform/site? You can repurpose it to use elsewhere, for maximum reach. It’s less work than coming up with brand new ideas all of the time! 

Micro-influencers may work best for most businesses, because they can speak directly to your target market. 

There are proven ways to get more social media followers; it’s not just luck. 

Up-to-date infographic on the ideal sizes for social media images, by platform. 

Facebook announced several upcoming plans at their annual developer conference, including a desktop redesign. Facebook has also changed the video algorithm to favour posts that people watch for longer, and to disfavour posts that are just repurposing old video. 

Tweetdeck is rolling out more updates, including emojis and the ability to set up polls within the app. I use it, & I like it - I wish they had a phone app! 

If you are using LinkedIn, you may be missing some great tricks to get more attention. 

ONLINE ADVERTISING (SEARCH ENGINES, SOCIAL MEDIA, & OTHERS) 

Here’s how you can get better results out of Microsoft ads (formerly Bing ads) 

There was a bug in Google ads stats for April 30 & May 1st; they are working on fixing it. 

Google advertising can be very confusing, so here as some tips on mistakes you should avoid. [video with transcript] They also recently announced some upcoming changes.

Etsy shops can only buy their own Google Shopping ads through Etsy’s program, or you can let Etsy buy them for your shop, but if you want to advertise your website, here is a great starter guide.

Chrome is giving you more control over cookies so that you can avoid more targeted ads. Some point out this is not necessarily as user-friendly as it sounds - it means Google can stop other companies from tracking their ad performance while Google has all those records through Chrome & other tools.  

Facebook is also giving users more control over tracking for ads, & advertisers are not happy. 

STATS, DATA, OTHER TRACKING 

You are going to be surprised that Russian search engine Yandex has a really good Webmaster tools package.

ECOMMERCE NEWS, IDEAS, TRENDS 

Some people are comparing Walmart’s new online wedding shop to Etsy, "with tons of personalized wedding gifts to buy on a budget.”

The coverage of Amazon’s big announcement about one-day shipping with Prime (in the US) mostly missed the fact that Amazon can already deliver to 72% of the US population in one day. 

Amazon employees told some third-party sellers that religious items were banned from the site - but it wasn’t true. 

Big Commerce now has a plug-in for Wordpress blogs. 

As promised, Zibbet has added Etsy to its integrations, which allows you to list on Zibbet and it will automatically be added to Etsy as well. This is only going to be useful once they add other platforms (since Zibbet has no traffic), so shop around if you are interested in this sort of tool, as other companies are doing the same things. Indiemade websites completely integrate with Etsy, for example, and they have more website tools. 

BUSINESS & CONSUMER STUDIES, STATS & REPORTS; SOCIOLOGY & PSYCHOLOGY, CUSTOMER SERVICE 

With increased discussion of free shipping on Etsy recently, this is a good time to review some of the more recent studies & surveys on the topic.  One US report from January shows that buyer expectations in this area continue to increase. Shipping cost is a big factor in purchase decisions, & shipping costs are a common reason for cart abandonment. There are a variety of ways to calculate how to offer free shipping without losing money. (Thank you to Rebecca for the last link!)

If you want more shares on social media, this study on the top 5 reasons people share things online will be useful. But Americans are now more engaged by mobile games than social media, which has implications for app development and advertising. 

Googly eyes make people donate more.

Smaller online businesses tend to make very specific types of customer service mistakes that harm your ability to compete. Although there isn’t always much you can do about the fact that “37% of customers expect a response within an hour“.

Can everyone read and understand your web page? Easy-to-understand English is an important aspect of accessibility. 

Help Scout produces some fabulous material on customer service; here is a great article on value propositions, with examples, and another on how to collect customer feedback, including analyzing your stats package to see where customers are having trouble with your site. 

MISCELLANEOUS (including humour)

Trend alert: more professional women switching purses for backpacks. 

You can now control how long Google retains data on you. 

You can also join the class action against major US telecom companies that sold your location data. 

Another example of a company getting people to post photos so it can develop facial recognition technology. 

Some businesses are offering products & services based on your DNA & other biological markers. 

Most people worldwide over the age of 15 have a cell phone, although not all are regular users. 

If you are concerned about internet privacy, & hate tracking, the browser Brave may be worth a look. (I haven’t tried it yet, but it comes well-recommended from various tech people I respect.)

Burger King has trolled McDonald's in ads & social media posts for years, & it can be pretty funny. “When McDonald’s abruptly and surprisingly lost its trademark on “Big Mac” in the EU earlier this year, Burger King couldn’t help but rub some salt in the wound. BK’s Swedish operations decided to celebrate for a day by offering a menu of “Not Big Macs” such as “The Like a Big Mac, But Actually Big” and “The Big Mac-ish But Flame-Grilled of Course.”

#seo #search engine optimization #search engine marketing #etsynews #analytics #stats #social media #contentmarketing #ecommerce #smallbiz #cindylouwho2newsupdates

[grapefruitguan-blog]

Hellevator (SCB)

There were many things that you had been looking forward to this week. For starters, you were going to watch the new movie that just came out with your friends later tonight. You had a whole season of TV shows to binge watch. You even had plans to go on a date with Kim Jisung, a cute boy in one of your classes.

So yes, you had many obligations this week, but getting hit by a car wasn’t one of them.

You swore it wasn’t your fault. After all, the pedestrian sign was on, and that meant you were allowed to walk across the busy street. The red light flashed, signalling for all cars to halt. Besides; you weren’t expecting a drunk driver to slam into you out of nowhere.

It came out of nowhere. The impact was blunt, and as you collapsed on the crosswalk, people shrieked at the sight of blood pooling around your body.  

“She’s going to bleed to death!” a woman cried out in hysterics.

“Somebody call 911! This girl’s about to die!”

You laid on the ground, slowly losing conscious as the ambulance sirens and the loud noises all around you slowly mixed together into one haze.

Was this really the end of your life? Already?

With that last thought, you lost all consciousness, officially pronounced as dead.

You definitely didn’t see the “light” that’s always described in movies and books. In fact, you were disappointed when you woke up, and found yourself in an extremely crowded line. Though you were confused at first, context clues helped you realize that you were inside of a hotel.

Dark bronze gilded every corner of the room, and chandeliers hung from every ceiling. Candles were lit all across the room, emitting an orange glow throughout the building. The glass doors were spotless as bell hoppers and maids scrambled to get them cleaned. With a blood red carpet at your feet and the sparkling of the lights all around you, it was hard not to be convinced that you were in a first-class hotel. Taking in your surroundings, you noticed the front desk managers bustling back and forth, and workers trying to negotiate with customers.

“I don’t belong here!” you heard a man insist, “I went to church every Sunday!”

“Sir,” you saw the lady sigh, “we apologize. After a church got caught on fire, Heaven has been overbooked, and it’s at its maximum capacity right now. We just ask of you to wait here a little longer until they reopen their gates.”

“Are you kidding?” another retorted, “I don’t deserve to go to Hell!”

“Sir, we apologize for the inconvenience, but all souls must wait here until they are sent up to Heaven due to an overbooking.”

“And how long will that be?”

“We don’t know.”

It finally clicked to you that only people who have seen the “light” went to Heaven.

You were currently in Hell.

More complaints and groans now broke out among the people around you, the chaos escalating by the second. You finally make it to the front of the line, meeting with a disgruntled worker about your age.

“Hello,” she sighed, “and welcome.”

Her once-perfect bun was now out of place, bags prominent under her eyes, and her face scrunched up with the stress from previous customers. Like all the other workers, she wore a white long sleeved button down with a dark red vest and black slacks.

“Hey there,” you started, “first, I’m not really concerned about the whole overbooking thing.”

The girl leaned back in her chair, sighing with relief.

“Thank God! If that’s the case, what can I do for you today?”

“I’m not really familiar with how this whole death process works..could you maybe help a poor soul out?”

“Oh, right!” the girl exclaimed, now rapidly typing on her computer. “Would you mind telling me your first and last name?”

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

“Okay,” the girl nodded.

“Yikes, a car crash? You’re one of the lucky ones, at least you kept all your limbs.”

“Thanks.”

The girl printed out a few sheets of paper, sliding them to you as she explained your situation.

“So, contrary to the popular belief, Hell isn’t for people who committed real crimes. Though those people do come here, we’re technically the gatekeepers of the afterlife,” she said, pointing at your name. “Everyone, good or bad, has to go through the Hotel. People come here and when we look up your name, it’ll tell us if you’re to be sent to Heaven or to stay in Hell. Usually, this process is super quick, but as you heard, we have a huge overbooking.”

“But, your case is kind of weird,” she said, scrunching her nose, “there’s a box for where it’s written on where you’re to be sent, but yours was left blank.”

“What?”

“I know,” she frowned, “if you don’t mind, I’m going to call my manager over. It looks like a weird computer glitch. Give me a moment, okay?”

A moment later, she came back with an man, wearing a uniform identical to hers.

“(Y/N), right?” he asked, scanning the computer.

“That’s me.”

“We’re going to have to send you to the higher officials, because this seems to be a special case. I really am sorry,” he apologized, “This never really happens.”

“No, it’s fine,” you laughed, “it’s not your fault.”

Thankful that you weren’t like the previous customers who complained, the man asked you to follow him into one of the back rooms, weaving through multiple hallways. Through all the identical doors, he finally stopped, and knocked.

“Hello, this is Woojin. The customer’s here.”

“Come in.”

As the doors opened, there was a middle-aged man lounging in his black leather chair, and sat straight when he saw you walk into the room.

“So, this is the girl?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.”

He motioned for you to take a seat, as Woojin from earlier continued to stand, and slid your papers over to him.

“As you can see, there was no place for her that was pre-arranged.”

“We haven’t had someone like that for a while,” he hummed, “Quite peculiar, if you ask me.”

“Sorry, I hate to be rude, but who are you exactly?” you asked, “I’m still new to this whole ‘Hell is a Hotel’ sort of thing.”

The man chuckled before stretching out a hand to you. “That’s my fault, so no need to worry. Hello, (Y/N), my name is Jinyoung, but all the staff calls me JYP.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“JYP is the owner of the Hotel, and is in charge of any interesting cases like yours,” explained Woojin, “He’s the current ruler of Hell. You probably knew him as Satan if you ever read the Bible.”

Nodding, familiar with the story, JYP groaned.

“Woojin, son, we’ve been over this. I didn’t really turn into a snake, and Eve actually didn’t eat my apples.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Anyways (Y/N),” JYP continued, “Based off of your papers, I can verify that you weren’t given a place to go, because your death wasn’t planned. In fact, it was out of the ordinary. And checking your current report,” he said, scanning through, “You aren’t half bad. It seems like you could still live a little before returning.”

“So, I’m going to give you an option. Do you want to live still?”

“Yes,” you answered without any hesitation.

“Then, I’ll grant you that.”

He walked over to the bookshelf, motioning for you to get up. As you followed him, he pulled one of the books downwards, and the shelf fell forward. Behind it led an entrance to a hallway.

“You can do anything down here,” he said, laughing at your priceless reaction, “come along.”

He led you down another staircase, and you felt the temperature drastically turn cold, and the air turned damp. Staring up, you realized how far down you now were, and the Hotel felt as if it was just a dream.

It got even darker as you continued down, and JYP, who was walking in front of you the whole time, finally came to a halt.

“(Y/N), you’ve made it this far without backing out, so before I proceed, are you sure you want to continue?”

“Yes.”

He smiled approvingly. “Good.”

“Changbin, you can come out now.”

“I’ve been here.”

The new voice took you by surprise as a teen walked out of the darkness. With pale, fair skin, and hair the color of ink, he wore ripped black jeans and a plain white tee shirt. His sunken eyes stared back at you, almost peculiar of what you were doing here.

“Who’s this?”

“Changbin, (Y/N), shake hands,” JYP grinned, “I’ve given (Y/N) the chance to go back to living, and I decided that you’re going along with her.”

“(Y/N).”

“Seo Changbin.”

You two exchanged a firm handshake, and JYP continued on.

“(Y/N), have you ever heard of Lucifer from the Bible?”

You nodded. Lucifer used to be one of God’s angels, but later fell to Hell with others, becoming the first demons.

“Well, the Bible was wrong,” JYP chuckled, “Changbin here was actually Lucifer. John the Baptist just didn’t like his name, so he changed it instead.”

“Wait, isn’t Lucifer supposed to be Satan? That’s what the Bible said.”

Changbin rolled his eyes. “That’s also where the priest guy messed up. We aren’t the same person, JYP’s my dad.”

“He got confused,” explained JYP, “so when his soul was sent to the lobby, Changbin definitely made sure he knew who was who.”

“Anyways, enough introductions!” JYP said, clapping his hands, “because (Y/N) said that she indeed does want to live, I’ve decided that you should go along with her, Changbin. You might as well see what the outside world is like.”

“And to do so, you two will have to go through the Hellevator.”

“After negotiating with my old buddy Gabriel in Heaven, we have both agreed to allow some hotel visitors go back to living if we deem them as applicable. The Hellevator is a simple process: you’ll be put in a virtual hotel and you need to get to the top floor together in order to go back to living.”

“And if we don’t?”

“Well..you’ll see.”

He led the two of you towards another door, revealing a portal.

“Once you step inside, you’ll be in the Hellevator. When you’ve reached the top floor, ring the bell.”

“So, (Y/N),” JYP spun around, “Are you still up for it?”

Changbin looked at you curiously, not knowing what you’d answer with.

“Yes,” you firmly answered.

“Very well.”

As the two of you walked through the door, you heard it shut, with JYP’s last words.

“The best of luck to you two, and welcome to the Hellevator.”

[FLOOR ONE]

It has officially been two days since you and Changbin have been stuck inside of the Hellevator, and nothing seems to be working.

You realized that the Hellevator was essentially another replica of the Hotel, but there was nobody else inside, and there were no exits. Right after JYP left you and Changbin to defend for yourselves, you realize three things.

First, the only way to get out was to make it to the top floor. Second, there weren’t even any staircase exits. The only transportation you had was an elevator, but as of now, you could only click the button to go to “Floor One,” and that didn’t help you at all. There were key holes that showed that if you found the keys, you’d be able to activate buttons for the other floors. Third, there had to be clues somewhere that could help you get out of here.

"The Hellevator is not something to be taken lightly, (Y/N)," Changbin said, pacing.

"What do you mean? We just have to beat his stupid puzzles, keep clicking buttons, and get out of here."

"My dad wouldn't let us go alive, unless it was impossible to do so."

"So you're saying I'm stuck with you until we somehow reach the 13th floor?"

"Something like that."

The two of you managed to continue searching the floor for clues. The walls were bare, and there were no ornaments or decorations in sight. Frustrated, Changbin walked around as he let out an open thought.

“Why the hell would he set us in a place with nothing to be found?”

He kicked the wall, leaving a small hole as he let out a curse of string words.

“Wait, I think I now have an idea.”

He turned around to see you now rapidly pulling at the carpet.

“(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?”

“You asked why he’d set us in a place with nothing to be found, right?” you said, finally managing to rip off pieces of the carpet, “that got me thinking; maybe we were just not looking for it in the right places.”

As Changbin helped you lift the carpet off, you spotted a gleam of gold peeking out from underneath one of the floorboards.

“Bingo.”

You picked up the mini key, sprinting over to the elevator, and set the key into its rightful place. Whirring, it disappeared, leaving you with a button labeled “Floor Two.”

“Hell yeah.”

Changbin pressed the button, and the elevator doors closed, leaving you two to jet up into the unknown, while listening to some jazz elevator music.

[FLOOR TWO]

This floor was different. As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, you almost gagged.

“What’s that smell?” you asked.

“I swear, even the Medieval Times smelled better than this,” said Changbin, pinching his nose.

There was nothing that could describe what you were inhaling; it was as if JYP decided to mix moldy socks, rotten eggs, curdled milk, and old meat all together. Needless to say, it was rancid. You would never understand his reasoning for this, and figured it was just a prank.

“Anyways, let’s just try to find the key,” you said, almost choking as the smell intensified.

“Do you think he’d put the key wherever it smelled the worst?”

“Knowing my dad, that’d be way too easy.”

The two of you continued searching the floor, not gaining any success, until Changbin found a small note underneath one of the floor tiles.

“I swear!” he yelled, “The old man go jump off a cliff.”

“What’d he do?”

Furious, Changbin thrusted the note into your hands.

“Changbinnie, now you know how I feel whenever you didn’t clean your room,” you read.

“Changbinnie? For a boy that’s always trying to act so badass, that’s a cute nickname.”

“Go to hell.”

“I already did, remember?”

You continued to keep looking for any hints, until Changbin finally sat down.

“This is so useless,” he groaned, “and of course, he has to use that stupid nickname.”

“Why’d he even start calling you that?”

“When I was little, I got stuck in a bin, and I started crying because I thought I’d never be able to get out,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I mean, come on, Changbin-”

He stopped himself midway.

“Hello, Changbin? You good?” you waved your hands in front of his face.

“No, I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head, “call me crazy, but I think his note was the legitimate clue.”

He got up, turning a corner and hollered as he came running back with a trash bin.

“Changbinnie,” he said, once over again, “my dad meant the trash can.”

“Genius. Now, let’s get out of here.”

Palming the key in his hands, the two of you didn’t hesitate to run inside of the elevator, and click the new “Floor 3” button.

[FLOOR 13]

After long trials of discovering JYP’s sudoku, riddles, and even running away from a pig, you finally have made it to the top floor.

But; you aren’t alone.

You and Changbin walked out of the elevator, holding hands.

After the 6th floor, you and Changbin were waiting in the elevator to move up to the 7th. Out of nowhere, Changbin hits you out of the blue with a confession.

“I like you.”

Not paying attention, you nodded half-asleep, until registering what he just said.

“Wait, what?!”

Changbin turned tomato red and a blubbering mess.

“N-No stop you didn’t hear anything, go back to sleep.”

“Seo Changbin, my ears tell me you said you liked me, so don’t take it back if you’re scared that I don’t like you back, loser.”

You kissed him on the cheek, soon having blush blossom all over your face.

“I thought you were cute since your dad introduced you to me.”

“We’re finally here,” breathed Changbin, squeezing your hand, “you did it.”

“No, Binnie, WE made it.”

“(Y/N), please never call me that again.”

“But who’s the one who figured out how to play the checkers game on floor 9?”

“...shut up.”

Now a routine, the two of you went to start searching for clues, but found yourself interrupted by someone clapping their hands.

“Well, if it isn’t (Y/N),” the voice said, bitterly. Instantly recognizing the speaker, you whipped around.

“...Jisung?”

It was the kid from your class; the one who had a date scheduled with until you died. He was standing in front of you, the same way he was when he asked you to go to karaoke that night.

“So, it seems like you actually aren’t dead,” he mused.

“Jisung, what are you doing here? This is a virtual reality. And isn’t this only for the dead?”

He chuckled. “Oh, (Y/N). You’re so innocent, sweet, and stupid. Did you think I really wanted to be with you?”

“Hey (Y/N), I think I found some-” Changbin said, walking in and stopping. “You.”

“Hello, Changbin,” smiled Jisung, “it’s been a while.”

Within seconds, the boys had eachother by their shirts, and the tension could have been cut by a knife.

“(Y/N), how do you know Beelzebub?”

“...You mean Jisung? We had a date that day I died.”

“Yeah, (Y/N), I was that driver who hit you,” Jisung shrugged, “my bad.”

“Fuck you,” growled Changbin, “why do you always feel like you can do whatever you want with peoples’ lives?”

“Because I can, Changbin,” retorted Jisung, shoving him aside, “Now, (Y/N), would you like to continue where we started off?

“No.”

“No? What do you me-”

He was cut off when you smacked him across the face, his eyes turning blood red as he clutched his cheek.

“You little bitch, you’re going to pay for this.”

He grabbed you by the neck, barely giving you enough room to breathe. As soon as you almost saw stars, you felt his hold on you loosen. Seeing this as an opportunity to fight back, you bit his hand. Jisung yelps in pain as you scramble away from him, desperate for some weapons.

“You think you’re getting away with that? This time, I’m really going to kill you.”

“I don’t think so, fucker.”

Changbin came out of nowhere, and knocked Jisung out from above, kicking him square in the head. Jisung fell forward and unconscious, and didn’t get up afterwards.

Changbin helped you drag his body towards the elevator, pressing for “Floor One,” and removing any other floor buttons. That way, he would be stuck in the Hellevator forever.

“So, how’d you know that prick?”

“For some reason, I thought he was cute.”

“How can you think someone like that is cute? Are you kidding, (Y/N)? God, Beelzebub is just-”

You cut him off with a kiss, taking him by surprise. You’ve kissed each other on the cheek here and there, but this was the first time you actually kissed him.

“What was that for?”

“Sometimes you need to shut up, but actions speak louder than words.”

Changbin then tilted his head, pressing his lips against yours.

“I’ll take that as an answer.”

A bell suddenly appeared in front of you two, which you both eagerly rung together. As soon as the bell rang and echoed throughout all 13 floors, you found the portal that you first walked in on the first floor reopening.

“Congratulations, (Y/N)!” beamed JYP, who was waiting at the other end, “I knew you had it in you.”

Eyeing the two of you holding hands, he smirked. “I knew you two were going to be a thing. Gabriel owes me ten dollars now.”

“Dad, did you really bet on us?”

“How can I not? Binnie, you’re growing up so fast! And good job with kicking Beelzebub in there, the kid was annoying and I didn’t know how to fire him.”

“Dad, please stop.”

You laughed as you saw the two men bicker, now getting the attention towards you.

“So, (Y/N),” JYP stated, “Because you’ve cleared the Hellevator, I’m writing you off as alive on your papers. After all, you have a life to continue living.”

Another portal reopened, in which he motions for you to step through.

“Once you step through this, you will be alive again. Anything regarding the car accident won’t have happened, and hey,” he smiled, “you can still go watch that movie with your friends.”

You saw Changbin looking at the floor and not facing you.

“Changbin.”

He was quiet, knowing that if you went through that portal, you were no longer going to remember him, or have any recollection of what happened until you died once again, but this time; naturally.

“Wait for me, okay?” he whispered, cupping your face, “I won’t ever forget you.”

“Me neither.”

You took one last look at him as you stepped through the portal, him and JYP giving you one last wave.

“Goodbye, daughter-in-law! See you soon.”

The next time you woke up, you found yourself in bed. The birds were singing the same way they were the day you died, your alarm beeped the same way it always did. You were no longer the “girl who died,” but you stayed as “the girl who’s still living.”

Things were back to normal.

You sat around your house, trying to find things to do to make time pass until you were to meet your friends in six hours. As you were watching the TV, you were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“Hold on, I’ll be right there!”

As you opened the door, you burst out into tears, jumping on the person outside.

It was Seo Changbin, Lucifer, the son of Satan, in all of his glory. He was back to his ripped black jeans and white shirt, the same way he was when you had first fallen in love with him.

“Hey, I thought you forgot about me,” he laughed, “or weren’t you supposed to?”

“Stupid, how could I have forgotten you?”

“Well, I was all ready to try to woo you or something,” he sighed, pulling something from behind his back, “See? I even brought these roses!”

“Changbin, you do know that nobody says ‘woo’ anymore, right?”

“Shut up and just enjoy the flowers.”

You two went to your couch, where you ordered Chinese takeout while watching movies from the 1990s, and you suddenly spoke up.

“I know you and I hate cheesy things, but I really now really say that I love you. And I mean it. It’s not something to throw around, but I feel like I can say it to you and mean it.”

He tore his eyes off the screen.

“To the moon and back, (Y/N),” Changbin grinned, stealing another kiss.

“And from Hell and back.”

#straykids #kpop #jyp #seochangbin #kimseungmin #bangchan #leefelix #hwanghyunjin #leeminho #hanjisung #yangjeongin #kimwoojin #fic #fanfic

[milesandweightloss-blog]

Couldn’t Stay Away Long

I set a 15 minute window for writing at 4pm to see if I could get back into a rhythm and start a new story. It’s 4:27 and I am just sitting down to write, so I guess you can see how well this “schedule” is going. 

I’m currently waiting for my lentils to cook. 

Yes. I said lentils. 

I honestly can’t believe I said it either. About five years ago I came across the book It Starts With Food and I completely adopted a paleo lifestyle. That lasted a year and I feel like I’ve been chasing that ideal since then. I lost 35 pounds, ran a half marathon easily, and managed to make it through a four hour exam without my stomach growling. It was glorious - and then the pizza and Chinese food dragon reared his ugly head and every weekend I spent gorging on one of those ethnic delicacies, having severe gluten allergy attacks, and vowing never to do it again, only to inevitably do it again and vilify myself and those food items. 

Then I went to law school and stress + stress + stress + MEAN GIRLS = weight gain. I gained 30 pounds my first year. I lost 30 pounds my second year. And I stayed exactly the same but a heck of a lot more self confident my third year. 

And then the bar. I lost my mind during my first round of prep - yes I said “first,” I failed and had to retake it. The good news is you can survive anything. Bar prep was exhausting and heightened every emotion I felt and made me gain more emotional weight, lose my period, and feel like maybe turning out the lights was a better option. 

But, I survived. And I’m all the better for the experience (so don’t go calling 911 on me yet).

Anyways, since my second attempt at the bar I’ve continued to chase “paleo” and eating like Stupid Easy Paleo or Whole30 Melissa. But in the last couple weeks I’ve realized it isn’t realistic for me. I can’t be perfect and I can’t keep comparing myself to these two incredible women. I have to figure out what my body needs, how much it needs, and how to turn things down that I know don’t work for me without making me feel like I’m on a never ending ED restriction and binge cycle. 

Somehow that realization lead me to Weight Watchers. It’s changed a lot since my grandmother did it in the 90s, but I’m still struggling. Some days, it’s the best thing ever - like yesterday. Yesterday I had a good breakfast, I swam as my workout, I had a nice lunch, and dinner was lame and felt like “diet food,” but I had a lot of point left over for Halo Top so I called it a win. Today though, I just can’t get full. I’ve had a two egg omelet with a little full fat cheese (I don’t do fat free except for yogurt), some FF siggis on the side, and lots of southwest style veggies with tapatio. Oh and some berries. I was SO hungry a few hours later. So I had a snack of banana and strawberries with peanut butter. And then the lame diet food dinner for lunch, and I can’t stop snacking. I know its the absence of fat in my diet. And the absence of carbs. I’ve never been good at being low carb and low fat. And I’ve spent way to long googling “paleo and WW” only to read about people who gave up on WW to be paleo and feeling awful about spending money on a diet that isn’t helping me.

Enter: lentils. Sprouted lentils boiled in chicken bouillon to be exact.

They finished cooking mid writing this post and I just had four bites and feel a little better. So, was I missing some carbs? Or salt? Most likely salt.

I tend to give in and self sabotage when things get hard. I google to see if my experience is normal - if I’m experiencing what other’s experience. And I do this with everything so it’s really not surprising and it’s also not surprising that my first response after realizing this was, “well why do you have to be the same as everyone else?” 

DUH?!

So here I am, eating lentils, trying not freaking out about the fact that fat costs way too much on WW, and hoping I fall into a good easy pattern with WW soon. 

Wish me luck! Oh and if you have any suggestions/experiences you want to share - hit me up!