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Make You Wish Chapter Four -- Vox

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any for this chapter? Correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,225

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A/N I wasn't planning on posting this until tomorrow, but it seems to have some rather excited fans so here is chapter four (and the fourth thing I'm publishing today. We're very done for the day. I am tried and have actual work to do.) Also guys, I'm screaming. I accidentally deleted the whole things right before I was gonna post it. Thankfully I had a draft from when it was almost done save but like, god that sucked.

On the screen was Vox, seated behind a desk.

"Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been how has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence." Vox was saying, a poorly drawn image of Alastor displayed on the screen to his left.

Y/n saw Alastor's ear twitch with irritation.

"Yeah." she sighed, folding her arms across her chest, "Vox has gone kinda crazy since you left. I told you, things got tough."

"Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program." Vox said through the TV, shuffling a stack of papers.

Alastor changed the channel with another flick of his finger.

"Hun, don't worry yourself with it." Y/n advised, "He's still gonna be there tomorrow."

The new channel showed a talk-show set up, Vox-2-Nite, where Vox was both host and guest.

"So, the old Radio Demon is back in town." host Vox was saying to himself as guest.

"Why is he hanging around?" guest Vox asked, taking a sip from a mug that had 'fuck Alastor' written on the side.

"Al." Y/n warned, sensing her friends irritation growing.

"What does that mean for your family?" Host Vox asked before Alastor changed the channel again.

Vox was on the screen again, before a bright red curtain.

"Well, handily, I've got good news." he was saying theatrically, "He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostel-"

Alastor changed the channel again. This time to one of Vox's mega church broadcasts. Vox stood in the center of the screen wearing a pope's hat with an inverted cross on it.

"But the demon is a coward!" he announced, his words matching the previous channels sentiments perfectly.

"Jesus, V." Y/n asked, eyes wide, "How many channels are you running this on?"

"You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I'm visual, he's barely audible."

"Y/n." Alastor hummed, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah?"

"You wont mind if I handle this quickly. We can have our little chat after, I promise. It wont take more than a moment."

"I don't know, Al..." Y/n sighed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot slightly, "This isn't good for you, letting him get under your skin like this."

Alastor changed the channel again. A cooking show appeared and Vox was standing before the oven, singing along to the music playing in the background.

"But he should've stayed away! While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video!"

Vox on screen turned to the oven as he sang, opening it and pulling out a deer's head on a plate. Y/n bristled at the site, her horns growing just the tiniest bit longer, her teeth just the smallest bit sharper.

"And now his medium is getting bloody rare!"

"Al?" Y/n asked sharply.

"Yes, darling?"

"I lied." Y/n turned to face him, "He took this shit musical. Rip him a new one."

"Oh!" Millie exclaimed, excitedly grabbing onto Moxxie's arm, "We're gonna get a show!"

Alastor's grin widened at Y/n's words, if that was even possible. He stuck his hand out to the side, his microphone materializing in his grasp.

"Lucky for me, I've got the best voice this side of the divide on my side." he noted, shooting Y/n a look.

Her eyes flashed red.

"You flatter me."

Alastor brought his microphone to his mouth, suddenly exceedingly calm. The imps present in the room watched in shock as his ears flattened along his head.

"Salutations, good to be back on the air!" he announced into the device, "Yes I know it's been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!"

Vox's brow furrowed on the TV screen as he inched up close to the camera.

"What a dated voice." Vox shot back, clearly listening to Alastor's broadcast on the set of his cooking show.

"Instead of a clout chasing, mediocre, video podcast." Alastor continued, not showing any sign he had noticed the TV demon's insult, "Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?"

"Ignore his chirping!" Vox commanded from the TV.

Y/n laughed and, turning to face Alastor, realized the man held a hand out to her. With a smile, she took it and he spun her into his arms as he spoke. The music echoed through the office as Alastor raised the volume on the TV once again.

"Every day he's got a new format."

Alastor spun Y/n back out again as the pair began dancing.

"You're looking at the future!" Vox yelled back, "He's the shit that comes before that!"

As Alastor spun Y/n back into his arms, she laid one of her hands on top of his holding the microphone and pulled it closer to her face.

"Is Vox as strong as he purports, or is it based on his support?" she sang in a clear voice, Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie's eyes widening with recognition at the sound, "He'd be powerless without the other Vees."

"That's true!" Alastor noted, pulling the microphone back to himself as Y/n let go of his hand and he spun her back out again.

"It can't be..." Moxxie muttered under his breath.

"Holy shit!" Millie cut him off, excitement creeping into her voice, "There's no way, Y/n is the guest star?"

"The fuck are you two talking about?" Blitzo asked, turning to Millie and Moxxie as they watched the couple continue to dance.

"Well, Sir," Moxxie began, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, "back before the Radio Demon went missing, he used to bring guests onto the show on occasion. There was one guest he never named during his broadcasts however. She mostly just sang songs and chatted with him but, she sounded an awful lot like Y/n did just now."

"You don't say." Blitzo hummed, his arms crossed as he turned back to Y/n and Alastor, "So much for little miss 'oh, my life has been so boring. You'd probably just fall asleep if I started talking about it!' She is so gonna get it later."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hand and leaned into the microphone, beginning to sing as well, using the music emanating from the TV as a base.

"And here's the sugar on the cream: he asked me to join his team!"

"Hold on!" Vox yelled.

"I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" Alastor finished, ignoring the demon once again.

"You old timey prick!" Vox exclaimed, his face glitching slightly as Y/n wandered back over to Alastor.

She leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tilting her head to the side in amusement as they watched Vox struggle.

"I'll show you suffering!"

"Aww, the TV is buffering." Y/n said, leaning into the microphone, her voice dripping with sickly sweet pity.

"I'll destroy yoo-o-u-u" Vox exclaimed as his technical difficulties seemed to grow worse.

Alastor and Y/n exchanged a wicked pair of smiles as the TV flickered out. Shadows crept from the edges of the room, encircling their feet. Alastor held an arm out to Y/n once again which she took with a smile. In a flash of darkness, they were gone.

"What the fuck was that?" Loona asked, stalking into the room.

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samkerrworshipper · 7 months

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let me love you | Leah Williamson x Reader

a lot of angst, ending in fluff, themes of eating disorders, depression and alcohol abuse, 5900 words

please keep sending request yall i need something to feed my brainnn

i’m stuck on a blurb for this so basically just what happens after a rough moment in r and leah’s relationship, can they fix it? can they learn to love each other again? the photo i’ve used says it all lol

it’s piecy and i think u can see my sleep deprivation in this one but hope you enjoy!

I’d known going into camp that I was in trouble. That as soon as the team doctor did our pre camp exam that I was going to be fucked. With the extensive weight loss I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was approached but I hadn’t expected it to be the first night.

I’d been lying in my bed, in my room by myself. I was rooming with Keira this camp, but luckily enough she spent most of her time in Lucy or Leah’s room so I didn’t see much of her. I’d had the tv playing in the background, to fill the room with something other than the sound of my breathing and the sound of me scrolling through my phone. Then my little bubble, my perfect barrier that I’d created was broken by the resounding noise of someone knocking at my door.

“Y/n, it’s me.”

Sarina. Fuck.

“It’s open.”

It was probably the polite thing to get up and open the door but I was comfortable in my bed and while Sarina was terrifying I couldn’t see her getting mad at me over something so minor. The door cracked open and I switched the tv off out of respect for the manager who had closed my hotel room door behind her. Her face was unsteady, like she was unsure how to approach the conversation, something that I’d never seen on her.

“You missed dinner.”

“I feel asleep, the jetlag has tossed me around a little bit. I didn’t even realise until I woke up twenty minutes ago.”

It wasn’t a lie, I had travelled an obscene amount in the past twenty four hours. I’d flown from Cabo to New York, then spent 20 hours in New York with Kristie and some of the Gotham girls before getting on a plane to take me to Barcelona, where I’d spent a very short eight hours with Keira and Lucy before we got on a plane to London to bring us to camp. It had been hectic to say the least and had resulted in one of my suitcases being lost and me being in a very lengthy back and forth discussion with British Airways about how my luggage had ended up in Austria and that no, I didn’t have the time to go to Austria to retrieve it.

“I think we need to have a talk.”

Sarina’s foot was tapping nervously at her side, it was her tell, she was about to have a hard conversation that was not going to be easy to go over.

“Okay.”

She nodded at me.

“Meeting room 2, five minutes?”

I gulped, fuck, a meeting room. It had gone from informal to a little bit to formal for my liking. I nodded regardless, too scared to reply in any other way.

“Yes Ma’am.”

As soon as Sarina had left my room I was throwing myself out of the bed to throw on some proper clothes and make myself look a little bit more presentable. I threw on my light blue tech fleece and puffer jacket that we all had and then very haphazardly threw my hair into a greasy high pony. I pushed some mascara through my eyelashes and some moisturiser on my skin before coming to the conclusion that no amount of makeup was going to be able to disguise the purple bags under my eyes. Once I was done making myself look a little bit less dead I picked up my phone and keycard from my bedside table and left the room, making my way down the hallway towards the meeting rooms.

The meeting rooms had a multitude of purposes, zoom calls, skypes, video review, contract signing. Business stuff mainly, not a talk with your coach. That was what had me trembling a little bit as I made my way closer to the meeting rooms. When I got to the door of the second one, the one I’d been told to go to I waited outside of it for a few seconds before lifting my fist and knocking twice on the door. I didn’t have to wait long for a reply, Sarina was at the door opening it for me in a matter of seconds. I stepped into the room quickly, my eyes recognising all the faces in the room.

I was directed to a seat at the table, sitting directly across from Sarina, Leah, Millie and our team doctor. Lucy and Keira were seated on either side of me and the whole vibe of the room was enough to tell me that I was royally fucked.

“We are all here to have an open conversation about your recent medical exam.”

I kept my eyes on my own hands, which were resting on the table, playing with the rings that adorned my hands. I couldn’t look up, couldn’t bear to look into the eyes of a woman who a few weeks ago I had loved so intensely and now couldn’t even think about without crying.

“You're here to tell me that I’ve dropped a dangerous amount of weight considering my normal weight class, that I should get some further tests done even though we know that there is nothing medically wrong with me. We’ll beat around the bush a little bit, try to ignore the fact that we all know that you can’t allow me to play when I’ve dropped this much weight and then you’ll send me home.”

Sarina’s jaw was set firmly, I could make out that much as my eyes darted up to the older woman quickly to catch a look at her facial expression.

“Do you want to die Ms y/l/n.”

I was taken aback massively by the question, because who asks a person that question, especially in this context.

“I don’t feel comfortable having this conversation with certain people in the room. I don’t want to die necessarily but living right now isn’t exactly ideal either. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, I’ll admit that, I’m aware. I’ve neglected my body, prioritised other things. I knew walking in here that I’d dropped 2 stone and I wasn’t proud of it. I just went through an intense break up though, I’ve been in Cabo for three weeks, most of which I don’t remember. I know that it’s bad, I know that as an athlete we have expectations but I need some wiggle room, I need you to give me a shot to make this better. Because I honestly believe that in this environment I can fix it, I’ll get the weight back, I’ll get back into therapy or whatever. I’ll give up the bad habits, I just need a period of grace.”

I couldn’t look at Leah, couldn’t let myself out of fear that my brave face would fall and I’d be left in shambles sitting here. I just needed to convince Sarina that I could get my shit together.

She was in front of my brooding for a few minutes, leaving everyone in the room in an awkward silence.

“Everyone out besides Leah and you.”

Fuck.

I watched as everyone else slowly got up, Lucy giving me a reassuring pat on the back before exiting the room.

“I’m giving you both five minutes to explain what the fuck happened between you two, because as much as you both want to make it sound like nothing it isn’t. Everyone can feel it and obviously it's affecting the both of you.”

I still couldn’t look at her, it just hurt.

“Seems like I’m the only one who’s suffering.”

“That’s not true nor fair y/n. Leah’s having her own struggles.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes at the table.

“She’s the one who caused the problems in the first place so I’d call that karma.”

The tension in the room was thick, like a cloud laid over us.

“That’s not fair, you had a part in it as well.”

“I had a part in you kissing Jordan at a party?”

“Jordan kissed me first off, drunkenly, she apologised profusely to both of us when she was sober. You soberly made the decision to kiss fucking Alexia.”

If the tension could have thickened anymore, it did.

“You cheated on me with your ex, I think I can cheat on you with my ex situation.”

“Do you realised how fucked up that whole ideology is? I didn’t want to cheat on you, anyone who was there that night will tell you that I physically pushed Jordan off of me, I didn’t want it to happen. I know it hurts you, but you wouldn’t even hear me out, you didn’t answer my calls or texts. I didn’t know where you went, just heard from Lucy that you’d decided to go abroad for a few weeks and you were turning your phone off. I spent 3 days sitting in Keira’s apartment balling my eyes out because I missed you so much, I haven’t slept properly ever since, I can’t fucking live without you y/n/n.”

Leah was sobbing and it hurt a part of me that I didn’t know existed. I wanted to hug her, wipe the tears from her face and apologise for my stupidity, to make it all better. But I was stubborn as shit and I also hadn’t really forgiven Leah. I hadn’t forgiven myself either.

That night had been the worst one of my life. Seeing Leah making out with Jordan had broken my heart and before I knew it I’d been running out of the bar we’d been celebrating in and calling Ale because she was my person and then she was picking me up and taking me back to my apartment and she was comforting me on our sofa and then we were kissing and Leah was walking in, mascara smeared and tears down her face and then Ale was running out of the apartment. I ended up waiting for Leah to fall asleep before I’d fled. I’d been terrified, my fear response was flight, when I was scared I fled, so that was what I’d done on that godforsaken night.

“I don’t really give a shit who did what. You both fucked up, that’s evident. We have the olympic coming up, Leah you are coming off of an ACL injury and you are going to be our captain, y/n, we need you on top of your game for us to win. I won’t deal with this team being torn into shreds because the both of you are too stubborn to talk about your feelings. Am I understood?”

Both Leah and I nodded meekly at Sarina, the both of us equally terrified of the dutchwoman and the tone of voice she was using towards us, like we were six year olds.

“Y/n, I’ll give you a grace period, two weeks. You’ve got two weeks to show that you can make some improvement in your habits, but there will be conditions if you wish to continue training and playing during those two weeks. You will eat every single meal, with the rest of the team. You aren’t going to work out beyond our team scheduled gym sessions. You will go back to talking to a therapist on a weekly basis. You are going to socialise with your teammates instead of holding yourself up in your room by yourself. You and Leah will room together until you can prove to me that you can be civil. If any of these conditions are broken you will find yourself sidelined, am I understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Sarina nodded at me, her blue eyes staring intensely into my own, I was trying to get away from this situation, away from the confrontation that was only bound to get worse the longer Leah and I were stuck in a room together.

“You are free to go, I expect to see you at breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I’d given Sarina a quick nod before bolting out of my seat and straight out of the room. I was pretty sure I’d had the worst 96 hours of my life. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my hair and face were still greasy from all of the airplane travel and my eyes just hurt. I half jogged my way back to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me almost as soon as I’d closed the door behind me. I slowly slid down against the solid wood, this whole situation was so fucked.

Not only did I have to focus on being fucking civil with a woman who I hated, I had to fucking turn my whole life around in a matter of two weeks, which right now seemed pretty fucking impossible. I wasn’t a person who cried very often, I wasn’t in touch with my emotions like that. But right now, fat, warm, wet tears were dripping down my face and my lip was wobbling between my two front teeth trying to suppress the sobs that were coming up from my throat. Love hurt. Loving someone and being loved is one of the hardest things that I’d ever done, because it’s not easy to spend every day loving a person, it fulfilling but it also is so fucking painful.

I could hardly make up the energy to get off the floor, so I didn’t. I sat against the door, crying, shaking and trembling as I let out the feelings that I’d built up for the last month. I was a person who didn’t cry very often, when I was drunk, when someone died, when I was really hurt. That was the extent of my emotional release. Leah was similar, that’s why we’d hit it off, neither of us were over emotional, we didn’t read into things and we didn’t over complicate anything. At the end of the day neither of us had to worry about the other one getting offended by a joke or drunken words. I’d honestly believed we were soulmates, for a long time, but that night had wrecked it all.

Both of us had been stupid, it had been the celebratory night of our win in the Nations League, we’d beaten Spain, it was a big deal. Everyone was completely wasted and I didn’t remember much of the night until Leah had been on the dance floor with Jordan, Chloe, Millie, Rachel and some other teammates and one moment Leah is motioning for me to join me and the next Jordan is making out with her and I’m running out with Lucy following me. Then Lucy called Ale because I’d locked myself in our hotel room ensuite. Then Ale was there and she was comforting me and hugging me and I was pissed off at Leah and then I was kissing Ale and she was telling me no and the Leah walked in to comfort me and it was just a fucking mess of alcohol and emotions.

Just thinking about that night had hurt, I hadn’t let myself in the last month. Not when I’d been in Cabo drinking all day and night, clubbing and partying and spending all of my spare time trying to push my emotions away. Then I’d gotten the call from Sarina, I’d been expecting it but it had still shocked me for some reason. In a matter of 24 hours I’d been packing up all my shit and hopping on a plane back to the one place that I couldn’t have been more desperate to avoid. I’d contemplated turning down the call up, but a call from my agent had told me that I couldn’t expect an invite back if I turned one down now. The Olympics was a big deal as well, it was something that I did want to do but the overwhelming anxiety I had felt being faced with the reality that I was walking into a group of people that worshipped the ground that my ex girlfriend walked on.

My thought pattern was interrupted by the sound of knocking directly above my head. The sound pulsated against the wood and across my body, seeping deep into my bones. It was a resounding knock, loud, echoing across the room.

“Y/n, open up.”

It was the voice that I least wanted to hear at that moment and I tried my hardest to ignore it but the sound of the knocking repeating made it harder.

“Y/n/n, c’mon, open the door, I know you're in there.”

It was the nickname that only she called me, a nickname I hadn’t heard in a month and it hurt my soul hearing it. It made fresher tears fall from my eyes that I rubbed at furiously with the sleeve of my jumper. I wiped as much of the smudged mascara and tears from my face, I knew subconsciously that my eyes were red and puffy and Leah would one hundred percent be able to tell. For my dignity though I rubbed it all from my face before standing up and opened the door.

Before I could say anything Leah had slipped past me and into the room, making herself at home and sitting down on Keira’s bed, resting herself at the very top so she was leaning against the headboard. I pushed down any thoughts that I had about Leah being in the same position in our own bed, except with a lot less clothes covering her body.

“You’ve been crying.”

It wasn’t a question, a statement, but it held a question in it somewhere. Leah wasn’t used to me crying, so the fact that I was crying was probably a little bit of a shock to her.

“What do you want?”

Leah pouted at me, sarcastically, it pissed me off how confident she was when I felt like I was tearing at the seams.

“In case you didn’t remember, we’re roomies now. I wanted to talk, I think we both have stuff we need to get off of our chests. I love you y/n/n and I’m worried about you.”

“Go worry about Jordan.”

I was leaning against the dresser, trying my hardest to keep my shit together in front of the woman that was making me feel so many things that I had been denying myself for a month.

“That’s fair, but also not necessary. I didn’t kiss her y/n, I didn’t even get as close as a metre’s distance from her, anyone there could tell you that. I pushed her off me. So yes, she kissed me, without my consent or my desire for her to do so. I love you, not her. I promise you that. She means nothing to me beyond being my friend, I don’t love her.”

I didn’t really know what to say. Leah wasn’t really the root of my anger, because I knew that it had been Jordan all over Leah, and at the end of the day she’d come to my room that night to apologise instead of going back to Jordan’s, I was her priority.

“She loves you, and I can’t do anything about that. That hurts and I know that it shouldn’t, I have no right to be jealous but it hurts.”

Leah looked contemplatively at me, like she was trying to understand what I was saying but knew that she couldn’t really.

“Do you love Alexia?”

I gulped, that was a fucked up question that I didn’t have a answer for. My immediate silence gave enough context to that.

“That’s not a fair question.”

I was deflecting and also furiously toying with a loose thread on the edge of my jumper.

“I think I deserve to know if the woman I love loves me the same way.”

It was hard hearing those words come out of her mouth as well.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t love her. I dated her for six years, I thought I was going to marry her. I don’t love her like I loved you. We broke up because we couldn’t love each other that way. It was a surface relationship, but we both knew at the end of the day that we couldn’t get married or have kids or get old together, we didn’t love each other like that. We didn’t have a messy break up, I didn’t have a phase where I hated her and I wanted nothing more than to be away from her. We just stopped physically loving each other. She’s still my person Leah, you know that. I regret kissing her, I was so drunk and I was so fucking upset and she was so familiar to me in that moment. So maybe I do love her, in some fucked up way, but I don’t love her long term. She’s not the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life loving, not the person that I want to wake up next to, not the person that I want to write vows for, not the person that I want to be with every minute of every day. I don’t yearn for her.”

I realised now that there were tears in Leah’s eyes, which shocked me a little. Leah never cried, I could count the amount of times I’d seen her properly sob on one hand. Four times. When we won the Euros, when she did her ACL, when she woke up from ACL surgery and that night when it had all happened. Apart from that she was a brick wall, she wore a facade everyday, that very little people got to see broken down. I considered myself very grateful to have been able to see past it, to see the side of Leah that not a lot did. She’d let a stray tear go every once in a while, but proper crying, proper emotional, vulnerable crying was very rare to see.

“Do you love me long term?”

“Leah, that's not a fair question either.”

Tears were running down Leah’s face, similar to the tears that had been falling down my face less than five minutes ago.

“It's not fair? I’ve been here for the last month y/n, wondering if we still stand a chance. Wondering if you still love me, wondering if I should wait around for you? I want to know if you still love me as much as I love you.”

I could feel more tears coming to my eyes, Leah was sitting not even three metres away from me and yet it felt like we were oceans apart.

“I don’t know. Does it really matter?”

Leah was wiping at her face, she detested vulnerability and it was clear in her actions.

“Does it matter? Y/n/n, I am trying to figure out if I am going to spend the rest of my life fucking mourning losing the love of my life. I want to know if I stand a chance, if there is something here that we can salvage, something here that we can try and fix. I will spend everyday making it up to you if I have to, anything you need us to do I am down to do it.”

I shifted from toe to toe in my spot standing, Leah’s words were so genuine, they had so much power over me, sent shivers down my whole body.

“I love you. I love you enough though to tell you that I’m a fucking wreck, some of it’s because of this, some of it is just me. Leah I’m trying to fucking sort myself out now and I love you but I’m not going to tell you that your my priority right now, I love you but I also am trying to learn how to love myself and I’m also trying to learn how to love my sport again.”

Leah pursed her lips, wiping the last of her emotional admission tears from her face. She looked so raw, her blonde hair was thrown up in a messy high bun, an unusual look for her, her face was stripped bare of any makeup and her jumper looked a tad bit too big on her. She looked stripped, stripped of her dignity, stripped of her facade, stripped of everything that made her Leah motherfucking Williamson. I wasn’t looking at England’s captain, I wasn’t looking at Arsenal and England’s world class defenders. I was looking at just Leah. The Leah who would wake me up with forehead kisses every morning, the Leah who would give me foot massages after a rough training, the Leah who would only look at me in a room full of people.

“I’ve worried about you so much that I started to get scared I was praying. You took off and I didn’t know with who or where. I mean I know that I fucked up but y/n/n, we could have talked it out, or we could have tried to. You fled and you didn’t even give me a goodbye. I didn’t know if we were done or if I was ever going to see you again and it fucking broke me. I stayed in bed for a week, I didn’t eat, I didn’t leave. Keira and Lucy literally had to drag me out of bed to get me to do anything. I cried, non stop for a week, it was horrible and I felt like shit. Then Lucy got Alexia to come over and we talked it out and she told me that she didn’t mean for it to happen and all she wanted was for us to be happy and it broke me because how am I supposed to be happy when the woman I love is nowhere to be seen.”

A sob echoed from her chest and it broke my heart, because I hated seeing Leah in pain, I hated seeing her hurt. When she’d done her ACL it had been the most gut wrenching thing I’d had to witness. The only difference was that now I was the source of pain and it hurt ten times more.

I pushed myself off of the dresser and towards the bed. Leah’s head was buried in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees as her palms rubbed furiously at her eyes. I sat down onto the bed and pushed myself up against the headboard beside her, putting one of my arms down on her shoulders and gently nudging her head into my neck. It was uncharted territory but also felt so familiar and right. Hearing Leah’s sobs hurt my soul, but my contact seemed to calm her a little bit. She flinched away initially, unsure but then she was seeking it out, leaving into me and everything about it felt right.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for what happened with Jordan, I’m sorry if I didn’t make you feel loved, I’m sorry if I didn’t treat you well enough, I’m sorry if I’m not good enough. I’m trying to work on it, I’m trying to be better,” I stopped Leah before she could say much more.

“It’s not your fault Leah,” My voice came out with exasperation, because I hated that Leah felt that way,

“You made me feel loved everyday, you treated me perfectly. You are perfect Leah, you were a perfect girlfriend, a perfect captain, a perfect person. We had our moments but you are a good person, you don’t need to be better. I’m the one who can’t fucking handle herself, who had to flee the country when it got rough and I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry that I ran when it got hard.”

Hearing Leah hiccup on her breath was so painful for me, painful enough that I reached my hand down to her face to try and wipe some of the tears off of her cheeks.

“C’mon, you're too pretty to be crying.”

It was a weak compliment that died with the mood of the room, Leah let out a depressing laugh that honestly just made it all worse but her sobs did quieten down a little bit and I noticed that the tremors that were haunting her whole body had slowed down and had become less of a repetitive pattern.

“You haven’t been eating, you lost two stones, did I do that to you?”

Leah’s voice was so shaky, so insanely innate for her.

“Me not eating has nothing to do with you and I won’t have you taking the blame for it. Not everything is your fault Leah and you don’t have to take the blame for it all. I know how your brain works, that you are going to take the blame for everything that has happened between us, but it’s not your fault, a lot of it is mine, my eating habits though have nothing to do with you.”

My voice was a mixture of steady and stern, I had a point to get across and I needed Leah to understand that, I needed her to know that. She wasn’t as fearless and brave as she constantly tried to prove to anyone, she was always the first to blame herself for anything, always getting down on herself and I knew that, I knew that Leah could send herself into a downward spiral.

She pulled her head out of my shoulder and locked eyes with me, her dark brown eyes felt like they were violating me, I felt like I was naked under her gaze, like I was so incredibly vulnerable.

“Why haven’t you been eating?”

I felt like I was under a magnifying glass, like Leah could see every single part of me and could see into my brain. She always worried about me, always. To the point where sometimes it was concerning, I had as much as a sniffle and she was doting over me like my mother.

“I’m fine Lee.”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t have lost two stones.”

She could read me too easily and she knew that I was pretty much putty in her hands as soon as she started talking.

“It got dark for me when I left, I needed to leave but then I was gone and I realised that I was so alone and I was partying to try and avoid my feelings and it worked but you know how I am when I’m depressed, I stop eating, I stop functioning. I lived off of alcohol for three weeks and then I got the call from Sarina and for the first time in three weeks I was completely sober and it hit me like a freight train. I realised how bad it had gotten and I was in shambles.”

Leah nodded at me, she knew how I worked, knew that when I was starting to spiral I tended to push it all down until it got so bad that I had a nervous breakdown.

“You need to eat, we need you playing, I need you on the field. It broke my heart when Sarina came and told me, when she asked me if I’d seen any of the warning signs or if I’d noticed and I couldn’t give her an answer.”

I brought my hand back up to rest on Leah’s face, she was still shaking, still hiccuping with every word that she said. I pushed the tears that were pooling on her face away with the pad of my thumb.

“I couldn’t even tell her anything.”

Leah’s words were thrown out between choken sobs and hiccups, it was so strung out and painful that I felt it in my chest.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that, I’m sorry I deserted you. I’m so sorry I hurt you Lee, you deserve better, you deserve someone who has their shit together.”

Leah pulled herself out from beside me and scooted herself so she was sitting in front of me, between my legs looking at me directly.

“I want you though, I want to love you and I want you to let me.”

I couldn’t do much more than look at her, look at her eyes, look at how heartbroken they were. They were full of so much pain, so many sleepless nights and a part of me wanted to fix some of that.

“Let us be happy, let all of this devastation come to an end and just let us be happy. We’ll work through what happened, we can try therapy, or something else. I want you though y/n/n, I want you forever and I don’t want us to give up on that because of some stupid shit that happened when we were drunk.”

Those fucking eyes, they held the sun and the moon, they had the power to make me do anything.

“I want to try, for us. I still think that you are my forever Leah. I just don’t want either of us to get hurt in the process.”

“Love hurts, we work through it. Please just try it for me.”

Her lip was wobbling in between her teeth and it took every single piece of self control I had to not take that lip in my own and just kiss the woman like I wanted to.

“Okay.”

Leah’s face lit up almost immediately, like a kid in a candy store. She leant in towards me, her lips hovering centimetres away from my own and her eyes looking into my own and it took literally every piece of my self control not to initiate anything.

“Is this okay?”

Leah’s voice was calmer this time, less rough on the edges, less broken. I nodded eagerly at her and relaxed into her body as she pressed her lips to mine. It was soft, tender, relaxing, so perfect.

“How about this?”

It was murmured against my lips, a small smirk forming along Leah’s lips.

“So good, but I think we are both overdue for some sleep.”

Leah frowned against my lips but nodded, we were both tired and it was obvious in our actions. She plopped herself down next to me, relaxing into my body and laying her head against my chest.

“Flick the lamp of love.”

The term of endearment sent a shiver down my back, it was so normal and yet so shocking to me. I obeyed her immediately, turning over to the bedside lamp and flicking it off so we were left in the dark. I shrugged my jacket off before relaxing down into the pillow. Leah shifted around for a few seconds, finding a comfortable spot on my body before stilling herself. She looked so small curled up against me, I tugged her hair out of its bun and rubbed her roots just the way I knew she liked me too and rubbed her back the way I knew sent her straight to sleep. It probably took not even a minute before Leah’s body relaxed fully and her breaths evened out and when they did I smiled a little bit looking at her exhausted form. I leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before relaxing myself fully against the pillows and preparing myself for my own sleep.

“I love you Leah, always.”

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storiesofsvu · 9 months

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Five Nights Pt 1

*not my gif* Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: language, smut, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk. This is part one!! There is one or two more parts coming, it's a bit of a 5 + 1 trope/style but was getting too long so I figured I'd split it up. Following parts to come likely later this week!

Night One:

You weren’t entirely sure how you’d pulled the short straw and ended up sharing rooms, but at least it was with the silent stoic that was Hotch. He wouldn’t be rambling on about the case hours after leaving the precinct, he wouldn’t force the television onto some mind numbing trashy reality show and he didn’t snore like Rossi did. The only thing you had to ignore was the fact that you wanted to climb him like a fucking tree and were suddenly in much closer quarters and personal space than being in the field or office together.

The town was small, the hotel was cheap and the case was proving that you’d be stuck there for at least a week. All things considered, you needed some relief, some relaxation and all you could pray was that the sound of the shower would cover up anything else. For extra security you turned on a playlist on your phone, figuring that would be enough before you made sure the water was the perfect temperature and stepped under the stream. You let the water cascade over your skin, rinsing away the dirt and grime of the day as your eyes closed and you relaxed against the shower wall. Your hands began to roam your body, tickling at your skin as you let out little shivers, cupping at your chest you pinched your nipples, unable to hold back a quiet moan, Aaron’s name a whisper on your lips as you fantasized it was his hands sinking lower and lower on your body until you reached out for the small toy.

Out in the room Aaron was sitting on the bed closer to the bathroom, the television playing quietly in the background while he got caught up on paperwork. He could have sworn he heard his name, wondering if you’d forgotten shampoo or something in your go bag he glanced up, muting the tv to see if you’d repeat whatever you’d said. The shower was already running and suddenly he caught himself thinking about you naked and dripping, water trailing down your perfect skin and he couldn’t help the way his dick twitched in his pants. Paperwork tossed aside he was about to try and calm himself down before he got to hot and bothered when he heard it again,

“Oh Aaron…”

It was faint, barely audible over whatever music you had playing but you had very clearly moaned his name. Following that he heard the tell tale sign of a vibrator whirring to life and a small whimper. Not only were you naked and wet on the other side of a very thin wall, you were touching yourself.

Touching yourself while thinking about him.

Pretending that he was in there with you doing all the dirty things he’d been wishing he could do to you since the day you met. He let out a low breath, his ears picking up a breathy sigh from the other side of the wall, his cock now hard in his pants. He knew it was a potentially disastrous idea, but you’d just gotten in the shower, if you’d decided to start with making yourself come, you still had to actually shower afterwards. He had more than enough time to get himself off to the sounds you were making through the wall.

Pulling his cock out of the waistband of his pants his thumb swiped over the tip, smearing the precum down his throbbing length. His eyes fluttered shut as his hand squeezed, stroking up and down, listening for any other sounds coming from the shower. With each little whimper, moan or gasp he could hear he twitched in his hand, doing his best to keep quiet as he groaned. He could picture you perfectly, water tracing down your body, fingers pumping into your tight little pussy as you fluttered around yourself, imagining it was his cock buried deep inside you. He thought of you on your knees for him, cock stuffed down your throat as you drooled around him, taking it like the good girl he just knew you were.

“Oh god Aaron.” The music was between songs, this murmur a little louder than the last one, “yeah… right there.”

He squeezed tighter around his length, his hand starting to move faster as he grunted, the coil tightening in his stomach. He imagined you on all fours for him, ass waggling back toward him as you silently begged for his cock before he was sliding it into your cunt, pushing deeper with each thrust of his hips. How warm and wet you’d feel around him, how tight you’d squeeze him, the noises you’d make even better than the little ones he could hear right now. Pleasure burst through him and he groaned quietly, cum spurting out of the head of his dick and onto his stomach. It was only a moment later he heard a quiet muffled cry from the bathroom followed by silence. He grabbed Kleenex from the nightstand, cleaning himself up and tucking his cock back into his pants, relaxing back onto the bed in the exact position he’d been in when you’d left.

Completely distracted by the images in his head and the sounds he wanted to lock away in his brain forever he didn’t even hear the bathroom door click or realize you were back in the room until you spoke.

“What’re you watching?” You asked, crossing past his bed as you glanced at the tv and he looked up.

“Uh.. it appears Futurama.” His eyes darted between the tv screen and you, noticing how tightly your hand was clenched around the shirt you were holding and his pupils widened, knowing just what you had wrapped up in there.

“Huh.” You buried your items into your go bag before you crossed to the bed, “makes sense, I thought it was Family Guy for a sec.” You buried yourself under the covers, letting out a very satisfied nearly dreamy sigh as you did so.

“That good of a shower in this kind of a place?” He asked with a small tease and you chuckled.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” You rolled away so your back was to him, “night Hotch.”

Night two:

The next day was exactly the same, work was work, there was no indication that Hotch heard you masturbating the night prior and there definitely wasn’t even a thought that he’d been touching himself at the same time. Returning to the hotel room you fell into the familiar routine, you dug through your go bag for your shower essentials, leaving Hotch in the hotel room to change out of his suit.

The sound of the water running took over the silence of the room and a moment later music echoed from your phone, Hotch unable to hold back a smirk at the knowledge of what you were about to do. A quiet whirring followed by a satisfied moan as the toy slid into you, your free hand roaming your body and you succumbed to your fantasy world. Aaron felt his dick twitch when you let out a quiet whine, wondering how long he would have to withhold making a move now that he knew. He wondered if this week sharing a room would present him with an opportune moment, or if you would bite the bullet and make a move. He was jostled from his thoughts at the sound of your voice,

“Dammit.” A frustrated huff and he realized the whirring had come to a halt, judging by your outburst, it wasn’t on purpose either. A clattering sound from the other side of the wall as you tossed the toy onto the basin and quickly finished your shower. It was only a minute later the door opened and you were changed into pyjama shorts and a tank, crossing the foot of Aaron’s bed as you made your way to your own.

“Everything alright?” He raised a brow in your direction and you nearly stumbled, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Ran outta hot water.” Distracting yourself with folding the clothes in your hands to place into your go bag you missed his smirk as he moved from his bed, grabbing his toothbrush and paste from his bag.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, you’d been on edge all day, trapped in an SUV with only him for most of the afternoon, the close proximity driving you wild as you tried to not let your imagination go too far. You’d been absolutely dying to get back to the hotel and take care of the pent up energy and now that Aaron was in on your little secret, he could tell. The grin remained on his lips when he flicked the bathroom light on and the first thing he noticed was the bright pink toy still sitting on the basin, unable to resist, he picked it up. The opportunity was staring him right in the face and he wasn’t about to pass it up now.

“You forget something in here?” He called.

“What?” You called back and he peeked his head around the corner. There was a large mirror across from the foot of your bed, a small table in front of it that you had your skin care laid out on.

“You missing this?” He asked, eyes gleaming as he stepped back into the room, holding up the pink toy. You re-capped the lotion in your hand, placing it down onto the table before glancing up and your eyes went wide. You felt the blush creeping up your chest as your heart began to race.

“Uh…it’s, uh, travel back massager.” You stumbled out, trying to cover your tracks, “you know how terrible the beds can be on these trips.”

“Mmhmm….” Hotch smirked, moving through the room to approach you, handing the toy over to you and you immediately tossed it into your go bag. “I sure do. I also know how stressful these little trips can be, it’s important to relax, and I’m guessing that little thing died on you?” He nodded in the direction of your bag and you gulped.

“Yup…” Your heart was beating a million miles a minute over just how close he was to you, never mind the smirk on his lips, the near teasing in his voice, his choice of words letting you in on the game. That he was more than well aware exactly what that toy was for, and exactly what you had just been doing in the shower. You should’ve known better, there was no way the walls were thick enough for you to not be overheard.

“You know…I think I’ve got something that could help you out,” he stepped behind you, eyes finding yours in the mirror, “all you had to do was ask.”

One of his hands came up to the back of your neck, thumb on one side with his fingers on the other and your breath hitched in your throat at the touch. His digits massaged for a moment or two, working down your neck until his hand slid to the crook of your neck and his free one came up to the other side, pinching at your body.

“Hmm… doesn’t seem too tight here. You must’ve been using it lower.” His hands slid over your shoulders, rubbing there for a moment and you felt like you were about to burst, your body tingling with pleasure already. “No… not there.” His hands ghosted down your back, settling around your waist as his thumbs gently dug into your lower back, occasionally slipping under the hem of your shirt and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your bare skin. Hotch stepped closer to you, pulling you to him by your waist, his breath was hot on the shell of your ear when he spoke again, “here?”

“Hotch…” It was barely above a whisper, unable to control yourself, feeling the heat radiating off his body as you began to relax into him, your eyes almost threatening to close as a cloud of pleasure surrounded you. He chuckled, leaning down his teeth nipped at your neck and you let out a moan, this one loud and clear to his ears.

“Oh come on now, we both know that’s not what you were moaning last night.” He grinned and your eyes flew open, catching his gaze in the mirror as heat crept into your cheeks once again. “Now… I think you were using it even lower.” One of his hands wound around your body, pulling you flush to him as it slid down your body until it was between your legs and he cupped your pussy, squeezing softly and you let out a whimper. “Am I right?”

“Yes sir.” You breathed out, your knees felt weak when he massaged at your heat again and you let out a shaky breath.

“What do you say we get rid of these then?” His free hand came to untangle the knot of your shorts, “because I do think I can help you out much better than that stupid little pink thing.”

“Mmhmm.” Nodding furiously your fingers slipped into the waistband of your shorts, quickly tugging them down your legs and kicking them off to the side. Aaron remained behind you, eyes locked on your half naked form through the mirror, one hand holding your hip steady while the other slid up your body. He paused briefly only to grope at your chest through the thin fabric of your shirt, smirking at the little moans that escaped your lips when he did so. His hand continued upward, squeezing lightly at your throat and he felt himself twitch at the way your eyes fluttered shut, the way you shivered at the touch. Finally his fingers found your lips, two of them slipping into your mouth and you eagerly sucked at them, tongue lapping around them.

“Good girl.” He cooed, softly thrusting the digits between your lips before adding a third one and you moaned around them. “God I bet you’d look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”

“Mmmhmm.” It was mumbled around his fingers and he chuckled at the way you nodded, sucking harder around him.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” You gasped out when he pulled his hand away from your mouth, “oh please yes.”

“Later.” His other hand pinched at your ass, “first I’m going to get you off far better than that little toy could, alright?”

He glanced at you in the mirror, waiting for your eager nod before his hand slid back down your body and his spit slicked fingers easily found your clit. Fingertips brushing against it in slow circles as he began to increase the pressure, your hips jolting up to the touch.

“Fuck…” You muttered out, tingles bursting through your body as you shivered in his arms. Aaron’s lips found your neck again, trailing messy kisses down your skin as his hand began to move faster. Your head lolled back on his shoulder; eyes fluttering shut as you let out another quiet moan. Suddenly his free hand was wrapping around your chin, tilting your head back up as he spoke,

“Eyes open pretty girl.” He murmured, lips brushing against your ear, “I want you to see how gorgeous you are, want you to watch the way my fingers disappear into that pretty pussy.” His hand sunk lower this time, fingers slipping through your folds, a dark chuckle vibrating through his chest before he lifted his hand, fingertips glistening in the low light of the room, “you dirty girl, already this wet for me?”

“Yes sir.” You breathed out, catching his gaze in the mirror and you blushed, your pussy fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled.

“Have you been wet all day? Wishing I would get you naked, thinking about all the naughty things I could do to you?”

“Mmhm..” You nodded, doing your best not to whine as you shivered.

“Well I better follow through then.”

With another smirk his hand was back between your legs and you let out a gasp when a finger slid into your pussy, clenching down around the digit immediately. A second finger quickly joined it, easily thrusting into your warmth, pulling more wetness from it, as he set a steady pace the hotel room filled with the sounds of your pussy mixed with your breathy moans and whimpers. Your eyes landed on the mirror, watching the way Hotch effortlessly held you to him while his fingers thrust in and out of you, the heel of his hand brushing against your clit,

“That’s it…” he groaned, “such a good girl for me.” His hips ground against your ass and you let out a gasp at the feeling of his half hard cock rubbing at you through his pants. “Take my fingers so well, bet you’d take my cock just as good, wouldn’t you?”

“God! Yes!” You panted, struggling to keep your eyes open at this point, his fingers curling and twisting inside you as his lips brushed against your neck and shoulders. “Fuck… feels..s-so good.” His fingers curled once more and you let out a gasp, your body shuddering in his arms, “don’t stop.”

“Ah.” He raised a brow at you through the mirror, his hand pausing its thrusting so his fingers could curl again, finding the sensitive spot in your pussy, “right there?” He asked and you whimpered when he pressed against it again, nodding as you bit your lip,

“Oh fuck Aaron…” you moaned, your head dropping back onto his shoulder as your hips rocked downward into his touch. He felt himself twitch in his pants at the way you said his name and he wished he was buried to the hilt inside of you right then, but he’d promised you an orgasm first and he wasn’t about to back down on his word.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked with a chuckle, beginning to move his hand again. He could feel the way you were pulsating around his fingers, how with each thrust of his hand there was more and more wetness dripping down his wrist. Your eyes were scrunched shut, your entire body on fire as he continued to finger you, curling with each thrust until your legs were practically shaking. The coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter, your hand shooting to his arm, clutching at him for dear life while you whined and shivered with pleasure.

“Fuck! Oh god… m’so close.” You could feel it burning just under your skin, he stretched you so perfectly with just his fingers you were absolutely driven to insanity at the thought of his cock buried in your cunt.

“Come for me pretty girl.” He cooed, nipping at your earlobe as he increased the pace, his free hand wrapping tighter around you to play with your clit.

You let out a gasp at the double sensation, your body jolting toward his touch, hips grinding into his hands as right as his fingers curled once again your free hand shot to your mouth, letting out a muffled cry as your orgasm shot through you like a burst of fire. Your legs nearly gave out, thankful for Aaron’s arm tightly wrapped around your middle as your body shook. A string of quiet swears and whimpers escaped your lips as he gently fucked you through your orgasm,

“So fucking hot.” He murmured, watching the way your chest heaved as you panted in an attempt to catch your breath, little trembles shooting through your body as his fingers lazily thrusted into you. “Was that better than that stupid little pink thing?” He asked, cocking a brow at you through the mirror and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“Much.”

His fingers finally slipped from your pussy and he grinned, “just fucking drenched.”

“All for you.” You muttered, finally able to stand on your own legs you turned slightly to face him.

“Bet you taste incredible too.” He replied with a grin and before he could even get another thought in your lips were wrapping around his fingers again, moaning over your own taste as you sucked his fingers clean, letting them go with a lewd pop. “Christ.” He felt himself throb in his pants once again as he looked down at you, his hands just beginning to toy with the hem of your shirt when his phone went off with a text tone and both of you jumped, suddenly coming back to the real world.

“Ignore it.” You muttered, tugging at his arm to regain his attention and he laughed softly, stepping back toward you when the phone went off a second time. His hand trailed up your neck to your cheek and all he could think about was kissing you to get a taste of what that pretty pussy tasted like when the ringtone began blaring through the room and he let out a frustrated groan, stepping away to answer the phone.

You dropped down onto the bed behind you, watching curiously as he muttered a couple of things into the phone before hanging it up and glancing back to you.

“I have to go back to the precinct.” He grabbed a couple more things from around the room before scooping up your abandoned shorts from the floor, handing them to you, pausing to pinch at your chin, “this isn’t over.”

“It better not be.” You replied with a grin, your eyes very obviously flicking from his face to the bulge in his pants, resisting the urge to reach out and palm him through the fabric.

By the time Hotch got back to the hotel that night it was late, far too late to have expected you to still be awake, completely unsurprised to find you curled up asleep in your own bed. He let out a tired sigh, stripping out of his clothes as he made his way to the bathroom. Tonight it was his turn to get off in the shower with the images of you coming around his fingers and fantasy of how it would feel to bury himself into that gorgeous pussy.

This certainly was very far from over.

Pt 2

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spadesolace · 7 months

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feel special - im nayeon x producer! reader

synopsis: in the midst of thousands of faces trying their best to capture a certain bunny’s heart. you were the only person who captured her attention through your skills in music, to capturing her heart with your very own heart.

spade speaks: nayeon is actually my ult bias (along with yeji) who made me stick around and listen to k-pop. on top of this, feel special being my fave album for various reasons. happy very belated birthday to my fave album and to my fave bunny!

if there was one thing you know about nayeon, is that she prefers the quiet and serene moments of being alone, watching some show on tv, and having kookeu by her side.

nothing beats that.

yes, she loves her members, they’re her second family but living with 8 girls for 3 years then moving to a bigger place with 2 roommates, she still chose to stay in her room. then you arrived.

you were no one in the midst of hundreds of producers wanting to work with the group, to say the least, maybe it was fate that made you two meet. jyp did in fact introduce you two, from working with their twicetagram album to becoming a constant producer in various b-sides.

im nayeon, who’s voice is as sweet as honey, one to bring you comfort, and overall just bring a smile to your face.

before her, solitude was in your studio with your dog who would keep you company as you vibe to music you’ve produced. your place was never quiet, there was always some sort of music playing in the background, and twice became a constant to your playlist. a part of you immediately would distinguish nayeon’s voice in every twice song, maybe it was because she’s your bias.

a little part of you wanted to get to know her, not just as colleagues, but as friends.

it started small, from bringing her drinks so as to not make her throat dry from singing for hours. visiting her after practice just to hear her talk about her day, from overall just being there.

it didn’t take long for you to ask nayeon out on a proper date, similar to the ones you’ve been doing for months. this time, there was an actual label to it, not simply a hang out to talk about each other’s day. it wasn’t much, you just invited her to your place where you cooked dinner, hearing her talk about digesting oil as there are benefits to it, having kookeu and your dog play around as you two played board games to kart rider.

“no, i don’t see any benefits in consuming oil aside from getting sick.” the debate was still on-going as the game went on, you were leading with nayeon barely catching up.

“it’s tasty and consuming oily food would get you sick.”

“eating straight up oil is worse, nabong.” who knew you would fall for this girl who eats oil.

your date was a complete success, having to cuddle with nayeon as you watched carol. bringing her back to the dorm was bittersweet, a part of you didn’t want it to end but clearly, nayeon had different plans. watching her about to leave your car, she looked back at you, a smile evident on her face.

“i’ll plan the next one.” a kiss on the cheek was all it took just for her to have your heart.

one date turned to two, then three, then it became weekly.

there was not a time that you two weren’t together. her free time was spent in your studio as you two made songs together that the world would not get the chance to hear. having the chance to hear you sing behind closed doors, persuading you into posting it on your socials. it didn’t take long for that snippet to go viral.

every love story had to start somewhere and yours was about work. from listening to her sing her parts in sweet talker, helping with their japanese album, do the remix for their concert, and overall just admire the girl.

at the very same studio you two first met; you had finally called nayeon yours.

nayeon’s idea of solitude changed from the day she met you. it was no longer being stuck in her room scrolling on her phone or watching a random series or movie on the tv with kookeu. it was now with you, in the comfort of your home where she could be alone… with you.

when their tour started, slowly your time together faded. nayeon was busy and all you could do was consider the situation, the girls are still at their peak and you were merely there to help them out. she still used her free time with you when she’s back in korea, talking about the tour and how fun it was but she wished you could be there to watch them. you did, yet it was only the first day at seoul. so, when their manager had given you a ticket to their manila concert, you immediately took it, letting their management know that you wanted to surprise the girls.

when your girlfriend was busy doing the concert, you watched with keen eyes on how the group you’ve adored since debut to working with them and now, dating the girl of your dreams, felt too surreal. too surreal.

that’s where your thoughts left you with, would nayeon get tired of you? would she pick her career over you? until when will she settle for you and realize she deserves better?

ironic how you’re watching her perform with the loudest crowd there is to date, and you’re overthinking your relationship with who you consider the girl of your dreams… you fear waking up from this dream and return to reality with nothing but disappointment waiting for you. but this is reality. she’s your girlfriend, nayeon is and will be proud to call you hers as you call her mine.

“y/n? you ok?” their manager looked at you as the show finally ended, watching the crowd leave the venue. everything feels gloomy, tiring, anxious would be the better option to describe your state.

“yeah, just tired.” it may have been unnoticed by the manager that you were lying but clearly one nayeon saw you with the same smile you give her but with eyes calling for help, she knows something is wrong.

nothing goes past nayeon, especially when it comes to you. the thing is that she knows not to ask until you feel ready… but whatever is running in your mind makes her worried. you’re one for open communication, she knows this as your colleague and girlfriend, not once did you not voice out your concern for anything. what’s stopping you now?

maybe it was the fact that your best friend, mina, is telling you how much she needs to keep going. she has to, as she would say. you knew of her state for quite a while now, but there was something after their manila concert that just made her break. you were at the manila concert, the way mina was struggling, oh you can never tell your best friend what you’ve been thinking when she needs you the most.

nayeon watched your interaction with mina, she knows well enough how deep your friendship goes but she can’t merely just watch how you were also distancing yourself from her. not when there is clearly something going on inside your mind that you can’t seem to hide anymore. that’s where it started, the sad songs, how you’re writing ballads rather than your usual upbeat music that most of their songs are about. even when mina is already in hiatus and planning to go home for a bit as to recharge and be under the care of her family. you were lost, gone, mind running with the possibility of nayeon leaving you as if you’re not doing it yourself.

that was a toxic defense mechanism, one that you’ve done multiple times. if it weren’t for jihyo’s stubbornness, you would have continued avoiding nayeon.

in your studio where everything is normally organized was a complete mess, jihyo took notice of your eyebags, the amount of takeout containers. the sleep deprivation and the lack of sunlight was getting to you. phone on do not disturb as you avoid replying to nayeon or just sending cold replies, everything is out of place. slowly, jihyo took care of you, cleaning the studio while you finally slept. that was where she took notice of the little things, how you and mina had been talking, keeping your best friend company who was back in her home country, while she was clueless to how you were overanalyzing your relationship with nayeon and how mina being on break took a mental toll on you.

“you can’t keep running away from her. not when she also needs you right now.” jihyo has always been right, the girls have had quite a hard hit when mina went on hiatus, some of which were scared of what the future holds and nayeon was handling it quite poorly.

“jihyo, she’ll realize that she deserves someone better, and it’s not gonna be me.”

“she needs you, y/n. you’re the best thing that has happened to her and you can’t just decide on what’s better for her when you haven’t told her what you’re going through.”

while jihyo took care of you, slowly making sure you were properly talking to nayeon as she set up a schedule with your personal psychiatrist. slowly you were back on track. therapy was an eye opener, how you’re the one ruining the relationship for not knowing how to communicate your concerns because you deem it to be childish.

if it weren’t for jihyo, things would have been different. you wouldn’t be in front of nayeon’s dorm holding a bouquet and a bag filled with her comfort food. you wouldn’t be crying in front of your girlfriend as you told her every single thought. you wouldn’t be able to call her yours as she gave you reassurance that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to her.

“you’re so dumb thinking that i’ll leave you.”

“i know, it’s just that- you’re literally a superstar with everyone falling for your charms, how can i not think of that?”

they say fear attracts.

in nayeon’s eyes, the idea of losing you was the last thing on her mind. that if you were gone, she’d prefer to stop being an idol and try her best to have you back. losing you is one of her biggest fears along with losing her members. when one of her greatest fears (mina going on hiatus) was close to becoming reality, she needed you. she wanted you to know that she needs you the same way that you need her. if fear would be the reason for your breakup, nayeon has every right to call you dumb; you love her yet you won’t fight for her?

solitude for you has and will always be nayeon, losing that would result in chaos, disruption of your peace. you can live without music but without nayeon in your life, without the girl who you tried to push away and yet she still stayed, it would be stupid of you to let her go.

when things have been settled, and jyp asking for your help in producing two of their b-sides, you couldn’t say no to what the message of the album was. having to perfectly encapsulate your thoughts and emotions along with the group’s own thoughts being let out. aside from the chance to work with your best friend and girlfriend; feel special holds a place in your heart.

even when the world becomes dark and you’re consumed by your thoughts, you’re reminded that nayeon is there for you, that she has the patience to understand what is happening inside your brain.

so when her birthday is a few days away, you wanted to surprise her. something that screams that i’m glad to have you in my life. and no, an engagement ring would be too early in your relationship of around 5 months. what better way than to spend the entire day or at least an hour together as she prepares for their comeback the following day.

in some world, or way, you’re back to how you first started, admiring the girls as you make a name in the industry. nayeon shines on stage and it has been like that for years. even when the pandemic hit and you could only talk virtually until things lightened up. in every song she writes, you were a part of it, and when her solo debut was on the works, one call away and you’ll produce half of it.

to nayeon, you’re every song she’s written, every song she covers, and a vital piece to her everyday life.

to you, nayeon is your solitude, baby blue love, and your everything.

“happy birthday, love.” you wave your candybong with the crowd singing happy birthday to nayeon, and in the midst of the crowd, her eyes are set only to you.

#twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice #twice x reader #twice nayeon #nayeon #twice x you #im nayeon #nayeon imagines #nayeon scenarios #nayeon x reader

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jasmines-library · 6 months

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I’m in love with the angst. Can you do a sister Winchester story where she’s at dinner with John and the boys and she starts choking

Knock it off

Note: Sorry this took me so long to get to! I wasn't 100% sure what direction to take this in so it's a little short i'm sorry, but I hope it's okay.

warnings: Choking. J*hn Winchester (yes he is a warning)

Word count: 1k

⛤ SPN MASTERLIST ⛤

It was an unusual occurrence for the four of you to be in one room at the same time, let alone sat crowded around a dinner table eating something other than diner food or one of those ready made meals that were convenient, but tasted like cardboard and had an aftertaste that stuck around for far too long, But nevertheless, there you were. You were crammed in between your brothers, your knees rubbed up against theirs and your elbows occasionally bumped into each other as you took forkfuls of food.

There was an unmeasurable grin plastered across your face, reaching from one ear to the next. And there was one on your dad’s too. He was treasuring the moment, you were sure. The way his body relaxed into the wooden chair told you that much. With time left over after a hunt that went unusually well, he had decided to cook something so, a quick pit-stop and a few hours later, he had managed to produce a steaming tray of burgers from the motel’s half functioning grill, and whilst it was far from gourmet, and wasn't going to make up for his countless mistakes and poor parenting, or win him any ‘father of the year awards’, it was a gentle step in the right direction.

The sound of the tv playing listlessly in the background was drowned out almost completely by the chatter as you shared stories and memories, laughing at the few treasured moments that the four of you had shared.

You were about halfway through the meal when it happened; suddenly your body was completely deprived of air. You began to work up a coughing fit, spluttering and cutting out the chatter completely as everyone turned to look at you.

Dean deepened the creases between his eyes. “You okay there sweetheart?”

You nodded, trying to dismiss him with a thumbs up, but whatever was cutting off your airway wouldn't budge. Gasping for breath, you pushed your chair away from the table clutching at your chest. Your brothers were up in a flash frantically patting you on the back. It felt like hours before the offending piece budged and you took in air selfishly.

A few rouge tears trailed down your face as Sam led you over to the edge of the bed, setting you down gently. He rubbed his hands soothingly up and down your arms as you hyperventilated, now taking in too much air with the thought of running out again persistent in your mind.

“Deep breaths, Kiddo. Deep breaths.” He crouched down in front of you, taking your small hands in his and pressing a gentle kiss to them.

You followed his breathing, inhaling deeply, then holding it, savouring it and then exhaling back out again, until finally your body remembered somewhat how it was supposed to function and your breathing steadied.

Your dad came over hesitantly with a glass of cool water clutched gently in his hands. It was strange that even with all of his years hunting monsters, he still didn’t know how to act around his children when they were in distress. Fear gripped him tightly like a glove, taking over all of his control over his body. So, it took him a few moments to process what was happening before he actually made a move towards you.

“You alright?” He queried as you took gentle sips of water, under the watchful eyes of your older brother, Dean.

You nodded. “Yeah…”

Dean ran his hands over his face and let out a sigh. “Jesus, sweetheart. You scared the crap out of us.”

“Sorry…” You shrugged, pushing your shoulders up to your ears.

Sammy shook his head, tossing his hair around his face. “It was an accident.”

“Just remember to chew your food next time.” Dean quipped. He was always one to make a joke out of a serious situation to lighten the mood. He couldn’t stand the tension, it made him nauseous.

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You rolled your eyes and slapped him playfully on the chest. “Not cool.”

He turned his head. “You know I am.”

“Dude.” Sam said, giving his older brother a look. “Shut up.”

“What?! I am!”

He sighed. “If you say so.”

You just chuckled at their antics, glad that your incident didn’t ruin the tender moment between your family. You would always treasure little moments like these, with your brothers being your brothers, even if it meant spending time hauled up in a motel listening to the pair of them bicker. It was a reminder that sometimes, the three of you could be normal if only just for a precious moment.

⛤ MAIN MASTERLIST ⛤

#supernatural x reader #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural x sister reader #supernatural x injured sister reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x injured sister reader #supernatural x little sister reader #dean winchester x little sister reader #sam winchester x little sister reader #john winchester x daughter reader

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riahollywood · 1 year

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thunderstorm where y/n is scared of thunderstorms and there’s a huge one outside and erling comforts her and it’s just really cute and fluffy? 🥰

the loud crash of rain hit the window as the sound of thunder echoed throughout room causing you to jump under erling’s usually cosy duvet.

giving up on trying to sleep, you carefully peeled yourself out of erling’s arms and sat up in bed. looking over at your boyfriend, you silently cursed him for being able to sleep through anything.

you wanted nothing more than to wake him up and have him have him comfort you, tell you everything was going to be okay and distract you from the booming storm that had been going on for the past hour. but erling had had a late night game and you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up.

you put your feet into your slippers and grabbed erling’s hoodie that he had left draped over a chair in the corner of the room, immediately feeling a little more settled as you engulfed the familiar smell of his aftershave.

entering the lounge, you stuck the tv on and got comfy on the sofa, wrapping a blanket over your legs. you flicked through the channels and settled on some rip off version of selling sunset, really just wanting a bit of background noise as a distraction.

you couldn’t help a yelp escape you when a loud clash of thunder erupted and a strike of lightning flashed through the light curtains of erling’s lounge.

as your body begun to tremble, you bought the blanket up to cover your head. the storm showed no signs of stopping or even slowing down as the sound of the heavy rain remained constant, bursts of thunder going off every minute and flashes of lightning following each time.

you sniffled quietly, closing your eyes tightly to try and block out the lightning.

you were bought out of your trance once you felt a gentle hand on you. letting the blanket fall from you, erling was lent down to your level, visibly concerned.

“baby, what’re you doing up? it’s 4AM.” he spoke, voice deep and his accent stronger than usual. he rubbed his eyes and you felt awful for waking him.

“i’m sorry for waking you, i just- i had to do something to at least try and distract myself.” you spoke, sniffling in your best attempt to stop yourself from sobbing.

“oh sweetheart, is it the storm? are you scared?” erling asked and you nodded, not being able to hold back the tears anymore.

“hey, hey. it’s okay baby. i’m here, you’re safe. nothing is going to hurt you.” he was still crouched down to your level, gently stroking your cheek as he spoke.

“you should’ve woken me up, darling. how long have you been out here?”

you shrugged. “i didn’t want to wake you, it’s not fair after your game.”

erling took a seat next to you on the sofa, leaning over so he could look you in the eyes.

“what do you say i make us some hot chocolates and we cuddle up and watch that movie we were talking about till the storm settles down?” he asked and you nodded. he always knew how to make things better but just having him there and saying comforting words made you feel safe and as though nothing could harm you.

erling made the drinks and stuck the film on before cosying you next to you on the sofa, wrapping both of you up under the blanket.

“next time, wake me up. i don’t care how tired i am, you’re my girl and my number one priority. forever.” erling spoke softly and some of the anxious feeling that had taken over your stomach somewhat subsided at his sweet words.

it wasn’t long before there was another paticularly loud clap of thunder that made you jump and whimper slightly. erling grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“darling, you’re safe. i promise.” he spoke softly but reassuringly.

“it’s just so loud.” you whined, looking up at him.

“i know, baby.” he replied tenderly, wrapping him arm around you and encouraging you to cuddle up into his side.

“you know i would never let anything hurt you.” he kissed the top of your head and you hummed in response, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the man who you knew would never let any harm happen to you.

erling stroked your hair and held your hand until finally the storm quietened down.

eventually you fell asleep on him, and once he was certain you were out he carefully picked you up and carried you back to bed where he cuddled up behind you, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder before he drifted off to sleep himself, with you wrapped up in his arms.

#erling haaland #erling haaland blurb #erling haaland fanfic #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland one shot #erling haaland smut #erling haaland x reader #football smut #haaland #man city #erling haaland x y/n #erling haaland x fem!reader #erling haaland x you #erling x reader #erling smut #erling

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aceghosts · 2 months

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WIP Thursday

Hey everyone! I've been tagged by @nightbloodbix, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @cassietrn, @katsigian, @captastra, @marivenah, and possibly others that I'm forgetting.

Tagging (Opt In/Out): @bbrocklesnar, @carlosoliveiraa, @captmactavish, @alexxmason, @clicheantagonist, @theelderhazelnut, @direwombat, @strangefable, @amalkavian, @voidika, @cloudofbutterflies92, and anyone else who would like to participate.

I have more snippets from Rooney's CP2077 universe for you, including those listed in this poll. (Not gonna lie, I'm kinda surprised that Rooney's family won, lol.) I'm gonna start with two slightly depressing snippets, and then I also have two small fluffy snippets.

First, let's kick off with the winner of the poll, a snippet from the oneshot about Rooney's family. Also, I have to give a strong warning for this entire fic in general. In Mass Effect, Rooney's background is colonist, which means you are essentially left the sole survivor of your colony after being attacked by batarians. In their AU, Rooney's entire town is attacked by bandits, leaving Rooney the sole survivor. This fic is going to deal with distressing topics. If you need to skip it when I post, please do so. I will also have more detailed warnings when I post the final version of the fic.

As for this snippet, I do want to give a trigger warning that Rooney is not in a good mental state and is very much struggling:

The week that Rooney’s family died is always the worst week of the year. Rooney’s normally unflinching, steady demeanor turns brittle. Their mood is an ever vicious cycle of grief looping into tv-static like numbness, which eventually loops back into a grief that threatens to swallow them whole. Their sleep schedule goes to hell, ghosts haunting them in their dreams. Even in their waking hours, the ghosts still haunt them, always there. Nothing holds any interest for them, and they feel a slight sense of nausea, picking at their meals. The weight of a broken promise weighs heavily on their shoulders, and Rooney feels like they’re drowning underneath it all, exhausted of fighting the tide. All they want to do is hide in their room underneath blankets until the storm passes, when they are finally able grip onto some sense of normality. Most years, they power through, only taking the day of their family’s death off. Their usual ritual is to spend the day alone, writing unsent letters to the ghosts they carry with them. This year is different. The grief hits harder, a dark, black cloud hanging over them. It feels so hard to breathe, to exist. Their limbs feel weighed down, each movement more difficult than the last. They feel so numb to it all, to the whole point of their existence. Perhaps, it’s because they died and now know death intimately. Maybe, it’s the fact they’re stuck in this Arasaka facility, amongst enemies and isolated from their comrades. Maybe, it’s that small glimpse of what they saw between life and death. And then, there is Yorinobu, Rooney’s only friend in this lonely place. They’ve been avoiding him all week, unwilling to let him see them like this. He doesn’t have to know, and Rooney doesn’t want him to think less of them. The grief will pass like it always does, and Rooney will be fine. …Right?

(Also, due to this fic winning, you're probably going to get Rooney and Yorinobu's second meeting first as this fic references that fic.)

Second snippet is from the Relic Malfunction fic. The Relic Malfunction fic is dealing with Yorinobu finding out about Rooney having the Relic in their head and the ending of CP2077. Here is the snippet:

V nods, tears running down their face. “I’m so sorry. I should have-.” “Yes,” Yorinobu cuts in, his tone brutal, “You should be the one dying in their place.” Vik opens his mouth to protect V, but someone else beats him to it. “Yori, stop it. This isn’t V’s fault. If you need to be angry at someone, be angry at me.” Everyone turns to Shepard, awake and alert. Yorinobu sits back down, his hand coming up to cup their cheek. “Rooney, is that-?” “It’s me,” They reassure him, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm, “Silverhand hasn’t taken over yet.”

And lastly, here are two small snippet from some short fluffy fics. This first one is from a fic inspired by a tumblr post (and is essentially Rooney and Yorinobu shamelessly flirting with one another):

Giving him a curious look, Rooney says, “You have that look again.” “What look?” He asks, shooting them a charming smile. “The one where you’re planning something.” “Possibly,” Yorinobu shrugs, as Rooney continues, their hands coming down to the lapels of his jacket. He shivers underneath their touch. With a heavy sigh, Yorinobu starts, “It is such a shame I am going to this party alone. I wish I had-.” “No,” Rooney replies, a response that would sound curt and brutal to most. Yet, he notices the way the corner of their mouth twitches upward, the humor in their eyes.

This second one is from a prompt:

“Delighted?” They quip, still playing with Yorinobu’s hair. He laughs. “Alexandre and Marion adored you. I thought they were going to ignore me all night.” Rooney remembers how Alexandre and Marion lit up at the sight of Rooney, both getting out of their chairs to greet them. Marion gave them a tight hug, telling Rooney how good it was to see them again. Alexandre gave them a firm handshake, but they couldn’t miss the way he looked at them with incredible fondness and a misty look in his eyes. When Yorinobu and Rooney sat down, Alexandre and Marion overwhelmed Rooney with questions about what Rooney had been doing since they left the Arasaka facility. “I thought the same,” Although Rooney couldn’t be too frustrated, when every time they looked over at Yorinobu, he was watching them a slightly smitten smile on his face, content to let Rooney talk, “I really missed Alexandre and Marion too.”

#wip wednesday #kate writes #the rooney fic tag #I won't let fear compromise who I am #commander rooney shepard #OTP: It always comes right back to you #death tw #grief tw #that first one is going to be rough #but I promise I will be putting out some fluffy stuff too #also I apparently can't work on one project #if i'm not working on more than one thing i start gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

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player1064 · 2 months

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Prompt from this post: https://www.tumblr.com/xtsukinoax/673521724855402496/it-cant-be-better?source=share

DO WHAT YOU WILL if you choose <3

SO obsessed with this tweet I can't stop thinking about it like why did he say that. why did he say that. SCREAMS.

thanks for the prompt!! here's 933 words of just. fluff.

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“I honestly don’t understand how yous’ve made it this far in life, Gary, look at the state of you.”

Gary blinks a few times, unsteady on his feet, as he takes a second to process what Jamie’s saying.

“I’m fine, Carra. ‘s been a busy couple’a weeks, is all. It’ll slow down again soon.”

“You’ve been havin’ a busy couple of weeks for the last ten year! How many times’ve you gotta be told to slow down before you actually listen?”

Another pause.

“Jamie. I’m fine. Look, I jus’ need – I just need t’go home, have some dinner, get me eight hours. I’ll see you in the mornin’, yeah?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I’m not lettin’ you get behind the wheel when you’re like this.”

“So, what, yer gonna drive me home? Bit of a detour, that.”

It’d be a lot of a detour, considering they’ve just finished covering a match at Anfield. Jamie’s half an hour away from comfy clothes and a pizza delivery, it’d be a shame to have to drive all the way to and from Manchester and delay it.

Only one thing for it, then.

“You’re comin’ home with me.”

After the second’s delay for Gary to process again, he scoffs. “Am I fuck.”

Somewhere, buried very far in the back of Jamie’s mind, a little voice is reminding him that Gary is a multi-millionaire and could afford the cab fare home. He ignores it and steers Gary towards his car instead.

The drive to Jamie’s house is done in near silence, the radio volume turned low because Jamie knows when he’s this tired any extra noise’ll just give Gary a headache. When they get in, he leaves the overhead lights off and turns a lamp on instead, then leaves Gary on the sofa while he wanders off to order the pizzas and to get changed.

He’s pulling on his tracksuit when he realises Gary’s still stuck in his work clothes, which just doesn’t make any sense if Jamie’s insisting he stay the night, so he digs around for some things that might fit him and carries them back downstairs, stopping to grab the duvet off his bed as he goes.

“Pizza’ll be here in ten,” he says as he enters the living room. He drops the change of clothes onto Gary’s lap. “Here, there’s a bathroom down the hall you can get dressed in.”

Gary blinks, looks at the clothes in confusion, then looks at the duvet that Jamie’s unceremoniously dropped onto the empty side of the couch.

“Y’re bein’ weird, James,” he says, but gets up and wanders off down the hall without complaint.

When he comes back, Jamie pats the sofa cushion beside him and asks “what channel d’you want TV on?”

“Ugh. Anything but football.”

Jamie scrolls through the channel guide for all of ten seconds before deciding that a) it’s only background noise, so he doesn’t actually care what they watch, and b) he’s got the perfect opportunity to be very, very annoying.

“Sex and the City it is, then. What’s it say… season four, episode twelve. You seen this one?”

Jamie’s never seen an episode of the show in his life, and, judging by the glare Gary shoots him, he hasn’t either. Well. First time for everything!

The pizza arrives, and they eat in front of the TV, Jamie ‘hmm’ing and ‘ahh’ing at all of Gary’s annoyed comments about the show.

“Who’s this now?” (“I don’t know, Gaz, it’s my first time watchin’ it too.”)

“D’you ever find American accents quite tricky to understand?” (“I think you’re probably just tired. You’re understandin’ me just fine.”) (“Been stuck tryn’ta understand your Scouse mutterin’ for last ten year, would hope I’ve got the hang of it by now.”)

“Oh! Y’didn’t tell me there’d be sex in this and all!” (“It’s literally called Sex and the City you twat.”)

The duvet remains draped menacingly over the back of the couch until Jamie comes back from putting the empty pizza boxes in the kitchen, at which point he sits back down, ever so slightly closer to Gary this time (though not close enough to spook him), and pulls it onto his lap.

Gary looks at him, spooked.

Christ, but he’s hard work sometimes. Jamie figures the best thing to do is pretend like this is perfectly normal, just two grown men sharing a duvet, so he spreads it out to cover both of them.

Gary still looks spooked, sitting there rigidly upright with wide eyes fixed unblinkingly on the TV. Jamie shuffles closer to him. Throws an arm over the back of the couch, no part of him making contact with Gary but still very much… there.

Slowly, slowly, Gary leans back.

By the next ad break, he’s asleep, his head lolled forwards, chin resting on his chest. Jamie pulls the duvet up higher around him and turns the TV volume down.

By the ad break after that, Gary’s slumped further into the couch, and if Jamie shifts just an inch or so – their sides would be pressed together. Gary doesn’t stir. Jamie lets his arm drop to his shoulders. Still nothing.

Gary’s warm, his weight solid at Jamie’s side. Jamie shuts his eyes, just for a second.

When he opens them again, it’s still dark out but the TV’s gone into standby and his watch tells him it’s still too early an hour to really be called morning.

There’s also a Manc drooling into his chest, one arm draped across his waist.

There are worse places to be, Jamie thinks, and lets himself drift back to sleep.

#probably will be a bit slow w drabbles now that weekend is over #but to anyone who's sent one I See it and I Am thinking about all of them all the time #so I Will eventually get to all of them i prommy #carraville #drabbles

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woso-fan13 · 1 year

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30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’

“Y/N,” Kristie says, stretching your name out in warning.

Your eyes go wide, looking at her and pressing your lips together to stop yourself from giggling.

Kristie’s exasperated look is redirected from you to the doorway when she hears a commotion. She can only think of one group capable of causing such a commotion: the USWNT.

Sure enough, bodies come piling through the door, filling the room. Your face lights up when you see your teammates, excitedly trying to get up and go see them. When your body makes it to the edge of the bed, an alarm starts going off. A look of shock crosses your face as you try to figure out where the noise is coming from.

By now, familiar with the routine, Kristie stands from the chair she was in. Crossing to the bed, she presses a few buttons on the panel on the side and the noise stops.

“If that alarm goes off again, the police are going to come arrest you,” she warns, “you need to stay in bed.”

You nod your head seriously, firmly believing her. You scoot back to the middle of the bed, making yourself comfortable and quickly becoming absorbed in the ad playing on the television.

“The nurse taught me how to turn the alarm off the fifth time she tried to climb out of bed,” Kristie tells the team, “the police coming is my only little spin on it.”

“Does it work?” Abby questions from the group.

“Oh, it absolutely does not, thank you for asking. But she’s so gullible that it’s a fun game we like to play.”

“She’s not gullible,” Abby says, looking at where you were intensely staring at the tv, “she’s just super drugged.”

“That too,” Kristie agrees, “but drugged is better than her screaming in pain.”

Everyone’s faces go solemn as they think about how much pain you had been in earlier. A trip to the hospital and some pain meds had made a world of difference over the last few hours. The only problem is that now you were an absolute menace from the medication. You refused to stay in bed, determined to get out and go somewhere. You had pulled out two IVs before they wrapped this one so securely that your clumsy hands couldn’t get to it.

For the most part, you have been as good as you can be. Mainly, you were content to ramble nonsensically to yourself, periodically looking to whoever else was in the room. Once they said some form of agreement, you would go right back into your conversation. You were also happy to stare at the tv like it was the most interesting thing that you had ever seen.

Kristie had been lucky enough to be stuck with you. She had rolled her ankle at practice a few days ago, and the trainers wanted to play it safe. She had been passing the time watching old matches and reviewing games, but you needed her attention more. When she tried to pull out a laptop and watch some of the videos while you were sleeping, she was shocked by her headphone being pulled out of her ear. There you were, hospital gown hanging loosely off your body as you stared at her, the bed alarm going off in the background. Both of you stared at each other, completely confused.

The team was pulled out of their conversation as a familiar sound filled the air. Looking over, they could see you attempting to climb over one of the rails that had been pulled up.

“Y/N, get back in bed,” Kristie demands sharply.

“But, I- I- I gotta go. Go help, gonna win. USA. USA”

You’re halfway over the railing, rambling a monologue that nobody can quite follow. The alarm is still going off and Kristie knows she needs to fix the situation soon before the nurse comes into the room. She walks quickly to the bed, turning the alarm off.

Now, she looks at you. You had actually managed to get one of your feet to the ground, the hospital branded non-slip sock supporting you. Your other limbs were indistinguishable as they tried to grip onto the railing of the bed.

“Someone else needs to handle this. I’m supposed to be injured.”

Ash rolls her eyes and walks over to you.

“Hi muffin. Did you get stuck?”

You hum an affirmative response, watching her suspiciously. She chuckles, easily picking you up and plopping you back down on the bed. As soon as you’re seated again, your eyes go back to the tv. The team follows your gaze, quickly figuring out where you might be headed.

“Y/N?” Kristie asks.

You don’t look away from the screen or verbally respond, but you do nod your head slightly.

“Are you trying to go help at the soccer game?”

“I’m a soccer player. I’m a good soccer player and they’re not, they need help. I need to go help them or they’re not going to win.”

The team has to refrain from laughing at the not so subtle jab you had just directed to the USMNT. It was true, the game was not going well. You have always been honest.

Kristie sighs, unsure how to respond.

“Are you a boy or a girl?” she ends up asking.

“I’m a girl, see? I have long hair and my nails are pink so I have to be a girl.”

“Can boys have long hair and pink nails?” Kristie probes.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, whatever, not going to question that. But you’re a girl and this is the boy’s team. They wouldn’t let you play.”

“Oh.”

“I know, it’s very sad that you can’t play.”

“Kristie? I really want to play though.”

“I think we’re too far away, they’re in the Middle East. Maybe we can play with them another day.”

You look at Kristie like she’s an idiot, “they’re right there,” you whisper loudly, “I see them.”

Deciding that she would get nowhere trying to rationalize with you, Kristie grabs the remote. She changes the tv to Animal Planet and you are instantly absorbed in the crocodile the Irwin son is trying to relocate.

Seeing that you’re content, Kristie walks back over to the group. She sits down heavily in a seat, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

“Don’t judge me, you would lie to her too. She’s exhausting.”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #woso imagine #woso imagines #reader insert #uswnt x reader #uswnt woso #uswnt players #uswnt reader #woso x reader #woso soccer #woso #womens soccer

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Watching Paint Dry

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Bumblebee & Starscream (Transformers), Bumblebee/Starscream (Transformers) Tags: Developing Relationship, Enemies to Friends, Forced Proximity, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Friendship, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Romantic Relationship Series: Part 3 of I can tell just what you want (you don't want to be alone)

"Bumblebee, get in here! It's urgent! Um... Jawbreaker is stuck in a pipe!"

Mo stifles a laugh as she runs into the Dugout, changing walkie-talkie's channel to local.

"He's coming! Is Starscream in yet?"

"Oh, he's so in," Hashtag answers, static in the background from a bad connection. "They'll be best friends after this, I guarantee it! The TV cannot be wrong!"

For @trashhole

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There is no emergency at the Dugout, Bumblebee realises way too late. When he runs into the room his optics land on a frowning Starscream, servo on his tilted hip in irritation. And not a Terran in sight.

“Sorry, Bee!” he turns around to a not-very-guilty Mo punching the button on a remote – and the door separates him and the rest of the family, to leave with a maniac of a mech.

Bumblebee should have known better when it comes to kids. It’s just like them to force anyone they wish to try talking it out – even if no one wants to.

He can’t blame them, exactly, but he will make sure they know he won’t let it slide that easily, too.

“Of course they would trap us together. How typical of them. You let them watch too much TV, Bumblebee, it’s rotting their brain circuitry.”

Bumblebee dreads the next hours of shutdown.

“It’s not their fault you can’t work with us for a change instead of being a complete aft.”

“And now it’s my fault? Why am I not surprised?” Starscream turns away with panache to watch the clock count down one second at a time. “At least pretend to not be a jerk. It can help, you know.”

“I don’t see how it would. Compared to my glorious self, you look like you could use a talking-down now and again.”

He arches a brow. “Was that a height joke?”

“What do you think?” a predatory smile makes its way on Starscream’s face and Bumblebee can barely hold his gun to not blast it away. Instead, he sighs.

“You know what? Fine,” he shrugs. Making his way to the control panel, Bee spots a relatively peaceful spot on the ground to spend the next two hours on. Starscream’s gaze darts between the tightly closed door and the countdown illuminating the room.

Propping an arm on his knee, Bumblebee keeps his optics to the ground as Starscream sits a few feet from him. Time doesn’t seem to pass when he checks the countdown on his internal clock synced with the Dugout.

Of all the mechs to be stuck with. Of all the mechs to befriend – or be befriended by, more like – the Terrans, it just had to be Starscream.

Starscream, who offlined an Autobot right in front of him, only to laugh at his face afterwards and boast about his great achievement to Megatron. Starscream, who held a gun to his spark to bargain with Optimus Prime. Starscream, who loomed over the skies on the lookout for non-affiliated Cybertronians, who only search for a way to survive in a world where you either have to be a killer, or be killed.

He is vaguely aware of the dent in his palm from his clenched fist.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Starscream’s sharp voice cuts through the silence. Bee pats himself on the back for not flinching. "I'm a vicious Decepticon bent on destroying everyone I set my eyes on. And you would be right, of course," he dismissively shugs.

When the rest doesn't come, Bumblebee is forced to walk into Starscream’s carefully set up trap. "There is a "but" coming, right?"

"But I don't do it senselessly, my dear Autobot. Picture this: your people see you as nothing more than a scheming rodent, someone below them and their superior rule. It’s nearly impossible to earn respect amongst those monsters."

And Bumblebee definitely sees something there. For more cycles than he can count, Bumblebee had been viewed as a bot who needed to be supervised, not to be trusted with important missions. Or missions Bumblebee at the time considered important, anyway. It’s why he still feels echoes of the times long gone, when the need to prove his worth overrides his brain to the point of recklessness.

He’s no Decepticon, though.

“That’s no excuse. Don’t justify your actions and twist them into survival. There’s always a way.”

Starscream snicker is not kind. “And who taught you that? The Terrans? Who have seen no war?” his frame turns to face Bumblebee, one servo pressed to the ground for balance. “You know what was at stake. I don’t regret my decisions even for a nano-second, but if you think that I didn’t at least try to find a better way, then you’re just as stupid as the rest of them.”

The silence that follows has Bumblebee in a chokehold. His gaze travels on Starscream, analysing his drive to make sense of his crimes, of his killings, of his betrayals.

“I’ve said too much. Enjoy the rest of these painful hours in silence, little Autobot, and we’ll see who comes out the same when it’s done.”

Sympathy does not come easily these days – and Starscream makes it that much harder.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers earthspark #earthspark #earthspark bumblebee #earthspark starscream #starbee #bumblebee #starscream #transformers fanfiction #my writing

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pearlypairings · 9 months

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Pssst.

Hey.

Hey you...

I did something, mmm, kinda out of the ordinary for my usual writing routine. AKA started a fic that's not hellcheer for once😅 forgive me Father Eddie, for I have sinned—

jonathan x chrissy | wip : 6k wc | slowburn, angst, eventual fluff | ch 2/?

summary: a photography commission from the unofficial Queen of Hawkins for her boyfriend sends introverted Jonathan Byers on a reluctant journey, discovering not all cheerleaders are the same. Some are very observant, thoughtful, and even full of self-doubt and responsibility like him...

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Jonathan carefully plucked the latest batch of photos from the first wash bin. The darkroom was bathed in red with the faint hum of the safelights burrowing into the background, Jonathan’s focus undeterred by the constant buzzing. Whenever he pulled those heavy darkroom curtains closed, he drifted into another world, a state of perfect flow for his work.

Last weekend he’d spent over 6 hours stalking through the woods, hoping to find the perfect overcast shadows over Skull Rock or a fawn grazing on the new growth at the edge of the pines. Instead, Jonathan had stumbled upon the ruins of a Hawkins High party, practically apocalyptic in nature with the way cans, bottles, and clothes were left strewn about the brush and the earth floor.

He had nearly rushed through the littered party ruins until a glint of the noon sun caught his eye. Under the cover of a weedy fern, a dainty gold necklace glimmered in the light, half-covered in patches of dirt and surrounded by a heavy shoe print, a thick-soled sneaker by the looks of the imprint. It was almost too poetic; the year of his graduation stuck out from under the dirt, bathed in a golden light, while the chain buckled under the dirt and grime of the life around it, like dismal foreshadowing.

Minutes ticked on as he adjusted his camera’s lens for a close-up, leaning back on his left foot to get the angle just right for the flare above the "86" pendant. He snapped two just in case—keeping his fingers crossed that he captured the foreboding atmosphere. There was something magnetic about it.

The rest of the afternoon he shot about a dozen more photos, including a rabbit poking its head out from its burrow which the older Hawkins folk would adore, a family of mossy stones congregating by a snaking vine, and a majestic hawk, brownish in color, opening its wide wingspan from its perch on the pine tree.

Not his best nature photography by his own scale, but there had to be something usable for the Hawkins Post, who always seemed in need of decent local photography to accompany their articles. He’d already been featured twice this past summer from his photos of the town fair and the downtown block party.

Jonathan had to wait until today to process the film; Tuesdays were when Mrs. Franklin unlocked the school’s darkroom for the school newspaper, The Weekly Streak, and the yearbook club. Jonathan had joined both groups in order to utilize the room for free and made sure to at least do the bare minimum for each club meeting. Mrs. Franklin turned a blind eye whenever he brought in his own film to develop, casually complimenting his artsy photos of sad, empty parking lots, once even slipping him a Lincoln to tuck a portrait of a distant stranger at Lover’s Lake into her spiral agenda.

Being a senior meant he only had one more year to take advantage of free film developing, a perk he never took for granted, since his part-time job at the Hawk barely covered the extra groceries at home—let alone stuff for Jonathan’s expensive hobby. Film added up pretty quickly, so whatever change was left over from his paycheck, he scrimped and saved until he could buy another 33mm cartridge from Melvald’s. The supplies for developing were way more than that and harder to conserve. With that somber idea in mind, he took care in transferring the first three photos from the prep solution to the next chemical mixture, not wasting a single scrap of this opportunity.

Some days he wondered if the acrid fumes helped or hindered him, the chemicals seeping into the air with a heavy, almost-metallic smell. As a freshman, it used to burn his nose, his eyes, any of the sensitive sources for sensation. Three years of experience later, he barely noticed any odor, having drifted with the humming of the safelights into the background of his awareness.

With the last slosh of the bath, Jonathan nearly jumped with the classroom light suddenly poking through the slit of the door creaking opening. If these photos were ruined, he’d have to start the painstakingly lengthy process all over again from the negatives. Fred Benson, another senior in the journalism club, had a habit of ignoring the “in use: keep out” sign and incidentally destroying all of Jonathan’s hardwork with his objectionable entrances.

Jonathan sighed, almost a groan by its volume, in exasperation. He didn’t have the energy to deal with Fred’s incessant questions right now; he always seemed to have special requests for his articles at the last minute. And while he claimed to prefer Jonathan’s work to the other student photographers, it never stopped him from making Jonathan retake photos of the same art class gallery or demanding another professional headshot for his college portfolio.

He covered the bins and snuck past the curtain protecting the developing photos, narrowing his eyes at the unwelcome thorn in his side. “Fr–”

“I’m sorry,” The voice that interrupted was sweet, meek even. Definitely not Fred’s weasley intonation and that caught Jonathan off guard. “Fred said it was okay to come in, but I should have waited—you look busy.”

Chrissy Cunningham shrunk her frame, her arms crossed over her cheer sweater, with the dip of her head showing off the blonde bangs perfectly coiffed over her brows......

More in the link:)

#jonathan byers #chrissy cunningham #jonathan byers x chrissy cunningham #who am i #it's angsty #totally opposites attract #but with more in common than they thought #photocheer #cheerbyers #jonissy #jason is an asshole #as per usual #stranger things rarepair #stranger things fanfic #the only way this works is if Eddie does not exist in this AU #bc obviously there'd be no competition against mr “mean and scary” <3

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saucymincks · 1 month

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Hey! Are you someone who forgets to grab a bite now and then, who gets stuck in one spot for a long while far away from food, maybe you work weird hours and your appetite is a little out of sync, whatever the case may be. If this sounds like you, hello, I am also this way.

I was recently reminded of a thing I did right before my son was born that ended up being a lifesaver on many occasions, and that has become a thing I return to every now and then when I want to make sure I remember to eat semiregularly:

Snack stations.

In strategic locations throughout the house, I set out little baskets/boxes/whatevers of as many snack options as I could manage. I tried to have a balance of options, and I had a "no rules" rule. If I wanted the little treat in there, it went in there, no questions asked. No restrictions, no diet culture bullshit, put the damn thing in the box and enjoy.

I did predictable little bottled water and almonds and protein bars kind of thing for the first week, and it was perfectly fine, but I got a bit tired of the little salty peanut butter crackers (and they kept flaking and it's very hard to keep flakes off of a baby's head). I started mixing it up and adding more options, and then I started doing little themes, because a thing they don't tell you about being a new parent is that it can get weirdly monotonous and liminal if you don't go out of your way to mix it up sometimes.

Mad Men was still new and a big thing in our house so I did a theme week and had things like stuffed olives and retro candies from the cool candy shop in town and Coke in a glass bottle as a drink option (room temp, unfortunately, but hardly a tragedy). I dunno, it was silly and cute and gave me a little moment of fun at 4:29 AM now and then.

There was also a stretch where it just WOULD NOT STOP RAINING so I added things like lemonade and those buttery crackers with that grassy dill flavor and trail mix with sesame cashews and dried apricots to the box, all stuff I pack for walking around the park in the summertime. Sunshine snacks. It helped.

And when I wanted things like sugary bottled coffees or Little Debbie cakes or a metric fuckton of discounted Easter candy added to the snack stations, then by golly they were and I would not hear a word about it.

I had one on either end of the couch, on my side of the bed, under my son's crib (also in my bedroom but on the other side), on the dining room table, on the kitchen counter, in my car (remember that temperature is a thing and remove according to what your weather is doing!!), in my backpack, and next to the TV on the floor, because sometimes that child would not fall asleep if the sound of the Mad Men opening theme was not on repeat in the background.

I'd size the stations up or down depending on what I could afford and what I could fit, do whatever you can do and whatever makes sense to you. But basically I just tried to make sure I had something within reasonable reach of a lot of places I might get stuck near, or might possibly just pass and notice and think to grab something.

This isn't a flashy discovery or a life hack or whatever we're calling things these days, and I know a lot of people who were already doing this long before me, but whenever I bring it up someone always seems to go "oh I should do that before I have surgery" or "that would be helpful while I'm studying for finals" or something. I figure I'll mention it when I think to in case it helps someone!

#food #disability #snack stations

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ediewentmissing · 2 years

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The sky seeping through your yellow curtains was ablaze with the fiery yellows, reds, and pinks of the setting sun. The pale, crescent moon was just starting to rise on the other side of the sky, and the crickets were humming outside gently, indicating that it was the end of yet another god-awful day.

Your bedroom was peaceful. The light on your bedside table was coating the walls in an orange-y tinge, making the flames on the candles scattered around your room seem less harsh and the band posters stuck to the walls illuminate. The box TV in the corner of your room was on, televising the latest hits on MTV, playing distantly in the background. The ceiling was low because your room happened to be in the attic of your house, and it made the uncleaned windows look much bigger, giving you the ideal view of the lake and woods outside, and the wallflower plants in your front yard.

Your best woolen socks were fitted snugly on your feet which were tucked under the blankets of your bed along with the rest of the lower half of your body. You twirled the phone cord around your finger, holding it up to your ear, smiling.

"I've got terrible news." You say sarcastically. A chuckle comes from the other end of the line.

"Sugarcoat it for me?"

"I'm not Willy Wonka."

Eddie's breathy laugh gives you shivers. It's so satisfying. Every time he laughs, it's as if a river of dopamine was making its way through your veins, all the way to your face, where it leaves a warm-hearted smile.

"So what is it? What's the terrible news?" He asks.

"You left your history textbook at my place last night." Eddie groans, faining sadness.

"Oh, what a shame. Whatever will I do? I guess I have to come over to your place again to go fetch it." You both know damn well that Eddie doesn't give two shits whether he has his history textbook or not, or any textbooks for that matter. And you also both know that he most certainly left it there on purpose so he could go see you again.

"I guess you will," You uncoil the phone cord from your finger, leaning back against the bed frame behind you, "I talked to Gareth today."

"You did? Where is he? Why wasn't he at school?" Eddie had been wondering about it all day. High school is brutal enough as it is, and it's ten (thousand) times worse when your best friend isn't there.

"Yeah. I called him. He knew you were going to be worried since you're such a big teddy bear an' all."

"Excuse me," He scoffs, "I'm not a teddy bear. I'm a big, scary monste-"

"Sure you are." He can practically hear your eye roll through the phone, "Gareth's jus' sick is all. He told me to remind you to 'Do your homework'."

"Oh, well tell Gareth I'm sorry because my textbook is in Y/N's bedroom." You can hear the rattling of tin from his end of the line. Just like his laugh, it's like a comfort noise at this point.

"I'm not telling him that."

"No? Why not?" He giggles. A hissing sound from a beer can being opened comes from his end, and then a light swallow of the liquor shortly after.

"You know he'll get the wrong idea. And God knows how insufferable school would be. It would be all the boys would talk about."

If Gareth, or any of the boys, were to find out, it probably wouldn't just stay in their friend circle either. It would get out to the whole school in a matter of hours. It wouldn't surprise you if it ended up on the headline of the school paper, because nobody expects the town misfit to ever be in a relationship that lasts longer than a "Hideout hookup".

"Pity." He sounded unphased, almost like he wouldn't care if your connection with one another went public, which gave you a lump in your throat. It's not that you didn't want people to know about you both. It was that Eddie would get tormented over it for ages, probably even after he finishes high school. You were the most wanted girl in Hawkins, drawn with Nancy, of course. So if it's revealed that the freak somehow managed to achieve everyone's dream of dating you, it would wreak havoc and nothing short of it.

He's disgusting!

Why does she like him?

A satanic worshipper? What's got into her?

He must've paid her or something.

You could just hear the comments that would be said.

"Uh-Uhm," You stutter, and Eddie picks up the change in your tone as you try to switch your mind's thoughts, "So, need help with the campaign for next week?" Eddie brushes off the question, seemingly concerned.

"Hey, you okay?" His worry makes your heart melt.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine, Eds. Just tired, I guess."

"I call bull. C'mon, Y/N. Did I say something?"

"No, no. You didn't do anything." You were quick to make sure he wouldn't feel guilty. Whenever he did something wrong, he beat himself up for it for what felt like an eternity. Sometimes he'd shut off and close off any and all interactions with you just so he wouldn't disappoint you again.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

No, you weren't. You knew you'd have to bring it up with him at some point. You really did want to share your relationship with him aboveboard, but the risks that came with it were much too high and much too unavoidable. Eddie was bullied on a day-to-day basis, and adding to the affliction would be selfish of you.

Despite all of this, Eddie still wanted to be open to everyone. It made you worried.

"Actually..." You say, your smile fading just a bit more, "Eddie, we should talk."

Eddie immediately thought that you were going to break up with him over the phone. Was he being too affectionate? Not affectionate enough? Did he do something bad? Did you not like him anymore? He closed his eyes shut, preparing for the worst.

"I love you, you know that." You say, and he sighs deeply, opening his eyes again. Those words always put him at ease; 'I love you." He loved it more and more each time you said it. I was like Jesus himself was cleansing his ears.

"But I don't want people... want anyone else, to know about us." The phone was silent for a while. He was comprehending what you just said. Eddie had been looking forward - really looking forward - to introducing you to Wayne formally, telling his friends about you, and probably even swooning about you to the drunks at the Hideout.

"Why not?" The downcast in his voice stinged you.

"Y'know how bad things will be if people know? How much you'll get pushed around, an-and... And how much people will hate you?" Eddie saw the problem now. Crystal clear. You cared about him.

"Y/N, sweetheart. I don't care-"

"-But you should, Eddie!" He was startled by your sudden interjection, "Your life will be even more dejected than it is now! C'mon. Jason's goons will be after you. And the partygoers. And those stupid cashiers that hit on me at the store-" Your voice cracks and Eddie stops you.

"-But I don't. I don't care." His sincerity makes you want to cry to a greater extent. You don't get it. How could he not care? If everyone wanted you dead, you would care. You would care a lot.

Eddie could tell you were confused, "Wanna know why I don't care?" He asks rhetorically, "Because it's you. You are who I'd go through it all for. I don't care if- if Tommy wants to drive a- a stake through my guts or if Keith wants to stuff my carcass into the back of his shitty, old car. I don't care, Y/N, because I'll have you. You make everything bearable. And to be honest, I probably wouldn't even notice how mad everyone would be at me for dating you because you're all I can see and think about."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #saintbutasadistgeneral #@your-mom18-05

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Memory Served - Ransom Drysdale (Part 4 - Final Part)

Series summary: Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: to avoid spoilers I won't be tagging warnings, but if you are concerned about being triggered by anything PLEASE reach out to me so I can put your mind at ease! This is an 18+ ONLY series!

A/N: this is a mystery series, so please when you comment or reblog please put spoilers under the cut using the read more function! This also means I won't be responding to comments straight away!

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The week leading up to your wedding had been stressful, to say the least. Everything seemed to run at a million miles per hour and you were only just keeping your head above water. You wanted to just call the whole thing off so you could get a chance to breathe but you knew you couldn’t. You had to go through with this, for Harlan, for Ransom.

The stress was clearly getting to Ransom too, he was becoming more erratic, and he was always pacing and muttering under his breath. His temper had been much shorter too, sometimes lashing out. He’d always make sure to make up for it though, showering you with love and affection.

You always forgave him, even if you didn't really want to. He was stressed, you were stressed, it was only natural that you would argue. You had learnt not to bring certain things up though, like your memory.

You had questioned him about who Andy was, you assumed it was someone you knew before you’d met Ransom. But Ransom explains how it was actually a nickname for him. You had gotten drunk one night and called him Randy, and it stuck, your friends even called him it and you must have just misheard it as Andy in your dream.

You believed it, because it kinda made sense. Your friend in the memory had clearly been teasing Ransom so calling him by a nickname would fit. Although you had noticed Ransom’s behaviour had changed from that point onwards, you just put it down to his stress and worry over Harlan.

Tomorrow was your wedding day, so today you were going over every last detail making sure everything was in place.

“Kitten I’m just heading out to pick something up,” Ransom says walking into the living room, shrugging on his long camel coat.

“Oh okay, hey um I was thinking of maybe going and visiting Harlan, see how he’s doing, I can call an uber or something,” you say looking up at him.

“No” Ransom states catching you off guard.

“W-what? Why?” you ask shaking your head in confusion.

Ransom lets out a small sigh, his face softening slightly “he doesn't have a lot of energy at the moment, we don’t want to tire him out so he can’t make it to the wedding tomorrow” he explains.

“Oh right, yes okay that makes sense” you mutter glancing down in disappointment.

“I’m sorry kitten, but we’ll see him tomorrow,” Ransom says gently, stepping closer to put his hand on your shoulder.

“I know, I hope he feels better soon, I’d hate to lose him” you sigh looking up at him.

“Me too, I better go otherwise I’ll be late, see you later kitten” Ransom smiles leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, lingering slightly before pulling away, his hands moving to his coat pockets.

“See you later” you smile watching as he goes.

Once he was gone you slumped back on the couch, letting out a long sigh as you stared up at the ceiling. The silence of the house felt even more deafening, your brain instantly running a million miles per hour, so fast you couldn't even try to work out what it was thinking. Rubbing your forehead you look back down your eyes focusing on the TV and the unit it was on, spotting the TV remote hidden at the very back.

“So that’s where it’s kept” you mutter standing up from your spot on the couch.

Reaching into the unit you grab the TV remote and turn it on, finding a sitcom that you could stick on in the background.

For the next couple of hours, you worked through all the wedding details, making sure everything was set. Thankfully it didn't take as long as you thought meaning you could relax. You knew Ransom said not to visit Harlan, but he didn't say you couldn’t call Marta and find out how he was doing.

You reach out to where you left your phone and frown when it wasn't where it should be “that’s weird, where’d it go” you mutter.

You start lifting up all the different cushions and blankets looking for it. You even looked through the large stack of paper that was on the coffee table. When you still couldn't find it you stood up and started searching the couch properly, maybe it had slipped down the side.

You were standing behind the couch checking underneath the couch when you heard the TV play the news bulletin noise. You paid little attention to it as the news anchors started reading out the news.

“Now to our main story, it has been close to 4 months since the disappearance of Y/N Y/L/N, today the police held another press conference with her friends and family appealing for more information from the public” the news anchor announces catching your attention.

Standing up from behind the couch you start watching the TV, first, they show interviews with police and recount the story of the woman’s disappearance. It’s when they cut to the press conference that your breath catches because you recognise everyone.

You could see the man you had seen in your dream the one with short fluffy hair. You saw your parents, the people Ransom had told you had died years ago.

You felt a sharp stabbing sensation in your head making you wince, this didn't make sense. These people couldn't be who you thought they were. They had to just be people who looked like Ransom, and your parents.

“Is there anything you’d like to say to Y/N if she’s out there?” one of the press called out.

The man you thought was Ransom nodded “yes” he mutters “Y/N, sweetheart, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this but if you do please reach out, just to let us know you’re safe, and if there’s someone out there who knows where she is, or know what happened please help us” the man says his voice breaking as he looks down.

You felt your heart shatter as you watched him, sniffling back the tears you didn't even know were falling. He was completely broken, his skin pale, with dark circles under his eyes.

The news piece finishes with a phone number and a picture of the woman missing.

And it was you.

The stabbing sensation in your mind increased tenfold making you cry out in pain, a bright light exploding behind your eyes, your ears ringing. Suddenly it all went black for a second before memories starts playing out in your mind. This time they were all in order, you could hear and see everything. The last thing you saw was you leaving the house, kissing the man from the conference goodbye and getting in the car.

It then all went quiet.

You slowly opened your eyes hoping your surroundings had changed, but they hadn’t, you were still in Ransom’s house. You had most if not all of your memories back, and Ransom wasn’t your fiance, he was practically a stranger and had been lying to you all this time. Looking down at your left hand you recoiled when saw the ring on your finger, you quickly pulled it off and threw it across the room.

You felt like you were about to be sick, your chest heaving as you began to pace back and forth. You needed to get out of here, now. You needed to get to the police and find help. You had to go before Ransom got home.

You dash out of the living room and had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs when you heard the front door open, making you freeze. You look over your shoulder to see Ransom walking back into the house, he paused when he spotted you on the stairs, his gaze falling on your tear-stained cheeks and fearful eyes.

He let out a long and annoyed sigh his shoulders dropping “you remember don’t you?” he asks.

You couldn't find your voice, you knew you should just say no. Pretend you didn't remember anything and slip out in the middle of the night, but you knew he wouldn’t believe you. So you slowly nodded your head.

He let out a frustrated growl kicking the wall in anger making you flinch “you couldn't just wait a couple of days could you!” he growled.

“Please let me leave” you whisper your voice shaking in fear.

“No, you’re mine now” Ransom barked as he lunged forward to grab you.

You managed to duck out of the way underneath his arm. He was blocking the front door so you made a dash to the kitchen hoping to escape through the backdoor. You had only just gotten halfway across the kitchen when Ransom caught up with you, grabbing your hair and wrenching you backwards making you scream out in pain.

“You are going nowhere, you’re life is better here, better with me!” Ransom snarled in your ear and he pulled you back towards him.

“No, please, please let me go” you cry out wincing in pain.

“Never” he spat.

He began pulling you back out of the kitchen by your hair making you scream in pain, blindly reaching out to grab at anything that you could use. You manage to knock over the knife block, your fingers wrapping around the handle of a knife. You twist in his hold, blindly swinging the knife hoping to catch him and force him to drop you.

He however catches your wrist with his free hand. He wraps his arm around you pulling you into his chest, his grip tightening around your wrist to the point it was painful.

“Drop it” Ransom growls as you struggle against him, legs kicking out, “I said drop it” he yells in your ear, using his strength against you to pull the arm which held the knife down, the blade slicing across your thigh just above the knee.

You scream out in pain your hand dropping the knife, the blade clattering to the floor.

You tried to fight through the pain as Ransom dragged you through the house kicking and screaming. Your voice was hoarse by the time he got up the stairs and threw you into a small dark closet.

“You’ll realise soon enough that I’m the one for you” he spat as he threw you to the floor “and until you do you’ll stay right here”

“Please Ransom- don’t do this” you weep from your crumpled state on the floor.

He doesn't answer, instead, he just slams the door leaving you in complete darkness. You curl up into a ball, all your muscles aching as you wept. You gave yourself a few moments to cry before deciding you couldn’t just give in, if you stayed any longer you had no idea what else Ransom could do to you. You had to get out, you had to survive.

Pushing yourself up to your feet you hobbled over to the door hoping for whatever reason Ransom had left it unlocked. You weren't so lucky. The next thing you did was start searching the closet, hoping to find something you could use as a weapon, anything you could use to fight your way out whenever Ransom returned. But there was nothing except clothes and accessories.

You were about to give up when you heard the sound of birds tweeting outside. Looking up to where the noise was coming from you spot a small beam of light streaming through between the coats. Hobbling your way over you start pulling the coats from the rack and discover a small window. There was no handle to open it but if you broke it, you could probably just about squeeze through.

You instantly start searching for something you could use to break it, the best thing is a pair of Ransom’s dress shoes that had a rock-hard heel. You start slamming it against the window, using as much strength as you could without being too loud.

You were about to give up when finally a crack showed, with renewed energy you slammed the heel of the shoe into the window harder. Finally, it broke and in desperation you broke away the rest of the glass with your hands, wincing when the glass cut scratched and cut your skin.

Grabbing hold of the window you begin the pull yourself up, your muscle shaking and crying out as you did so. Once you were halfway through you could see the flat roof of the garage below meaning you weren't going to have too far of a fall. With one final push, you fell out of the window, you tried to break your fall by putting your hands out but you still fell with a heavy thud.

You wince in pain as you push yourself up, you keep yourself low to avoid being spotted as you survey the roof trying to find a good place to climb down. You finally settle on one corner where there was a bush underneath, it would be a straight drop but at least the bush would break your fall.

Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself and start climbing down, falling the short distance into the bush below. Moving as quietly as you could you start making your escape. You didn't have Ransom’s car keys so you had to make a run for it and hope you could catch a ride or make it to a police station.

You had only just gotten halfway across the driveway when you heard Ransom yell in anger inside the house. He must have found you had escaped, and now you only had minutes at most until he found you. So you made a run for it.

Ignoring how your limbs screamed in pain you took off down the long driveway towards the main road. Once you finally reached the road you nearly broke down at how quiet it was, there wasn't a car in sight.

You start looking around for a hiding spot but then you heard the sound of an engine. You panic thinking it was Ransom in his beamer coming to get you but then you spot a van approaching from down the road.

You start waving to get its attention but it didn't seem the be slowing so in desperation you step out into the road, right into its path. The van only just breaks in time your hands landing on its hood as it finally stopped.

The man behind the wheel looked back at you in shock as you held your hands out and started moving to the passenger door “help me please help me” you beg as you open the door.

The man who looked like he was in his mid to late twenties nodded slowly, his blue eyes as wide as saucers as he looked at you.

“Thank you,” you say close to tears as you climb into the van “now drive please,” you say as you close the door.

The man nods still in a state of shock but does as you say and pulls away. Slumping back in your seat you take a deep and shaky breath, you did it, you were free.

“Where-” the man starts before clearing his throat “we should get you to a hospital,” he says gripping the steering wheel tightly as he glances over at you, his eyes darting to the large gash on your leg.

“No, no hospitals, I can’t trust them” you state shaking your head, they had been the ones who let you go home with Ransom, they had been in on whatever his plan was.

“I’m sorry but you’re currently bleeding a lot and you look like shit, Mass Gen isn't too far,” the guy says shaking his head.

“No Mass Gen is where I was, they were in on it, I need to go to the police, specifically this police station,” you say grabbing a scrap of paper from the dash and a pen, quickly writing an address, looking over at the man to show him.

The man looks back over at you in confusion but then you see his expression change to one of shock and realisation “HOLY SHIT YOU’RE THE MISSING CHICK!” he exclaims.

Your lips start to quiver and you have to bite your lower lip to stop yourself from crying “yes, I am, and the man who took me is after me now” you confirm quietly.

“Shit, fuck, okay police it is then” The man nods putting his foot on the gas, the van speeding up.

“Thank you,” you say you’re voice shaking.

“We need to do something about your leg though, that station is a good drive away and you’re losing a lot of blood,” the man says nodding to your leg.

“We can’t stop, if he sees us he’ll take me back,” you say shaking your head at the idea.

“We won’t just- just hold the wheel for me a second,” the man says nodding to the wheel, your eyes widen in surprise but you do as he says and reach out to grab the wheel.

You keep the van steady as he stretches back and grabs something from the back of the van, he then tossed it at you before sitting back down and taking the wheel.

“It's not a proper tourniquet but it’ll work for now,” he says nodding to the guitar strap he put in your lap “do you know how to use it?” he asks.

“Yeah-yeah- are you a doctor or something?” you ask as you slide the loop of the guitar strap up your leg and tightening it.

“A musician but my dad’s a cop so he made sure I and my sister knew how to do this sort of thing in case of an emergency” the man explains with a sigh “my name’s Colin by the way”

You give him a small smile “thank you Colin” you say as you look over at him.

He gave you a small lopsided smile and then you realised you recognised him, he was the singer from the band you’d seen in the bar with your friends “wait I recognise you” you exclaim.

Colin arches a brow as he glances over at you “you do? But we haven't met before today” he says.

“I saw you performing in a bar, you were really good,” you tell him.

A wide smile breaks out on his face “really? Well I’m always happy to meet a fan” he grins “and I guess it’s also a good thing because you know you can definitely trust me, and you haven't just gotten into a van with another psycho” he chuckles.

You give him a wary look that makes him instantly back peddle “I’m sorry, now it's not the time to joke” he apologises.

“It's okay, I trust you… I think” you say with a forced smile making Colin chuckle.

“I’ll take that” he smirks “now c’mon then let's get you home”

Thankfully you soon arrived outside of the Police station, Colin running around to help you out of the van and into the police station.

“We need help and a medic here please!” he shouted as he helped you limp into the police station.

The two police officers behind the desk freeze in shock when they see you, their eyes widening in shock at the state you were in and in recognition when they realised who you were. The both of them rush to come to help you, one of them grabbing a first aid kit on their way.

They hurried you and Colin into a room, getting you to sit down while they worked on your injuries. As they worked you looked over at Colin sending him a silent plea not to leave you, thankfully he understood and stood by your side, even going as far as to hold your hand the entire time. Something that would have made you cry in relief if you had any tears left to cry.

“This cut is going to need stitches and I think you might have broken your wrist,” the police officer says as she bandages you up “you should have gone straight to a hospital”

“I tried but she refused” Colin explains glancing over at me.

“Mass Gen is where he took me from, they let him take me” you explain stuttering slightly over your words.

The two police officers exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them before they look back at you “you were abducted? That’s where you’ve been the past couple of months?” the male officer asks.

“Yes- kind of- it's complicated- he- he-” you say struggling to speak as you begin to break down once more, the adrenaline finally leaving your body.

“Hey, hey it's okay you’re safe now” Colin reassures you, squeezing your hand.

“You are, we promise, we won’t let anything happen to you, but we need to get you to a hospital, not Mass Gen, I promise” the female police officer tells you.

“We’ll make sure nothing happens, we’ll have you under guard, but we need to know who to protect you from” the male officer explains.

“Ransom, his name is Ransom Drysdale, you can’t let him find me, or any of his family” you explain, feeling physically sick as you say his name.

The officers exchange another glance before nodding “okay we can do that, now let's get you to the hospital” the female officer tells you.

“Wait! No stop I need him first, I need to see him” you say shaking your head.

The female officer gives you a sympathetic look, knowing who you meant without you even saying his name.

“We’ll call him and let him know, we’ll get him to meet you at the hospital because we need to go now,” she tells you, firm and gentle.

“Thank you, thank you” you mutter shaking your head in relief.

The next hour or so was a complete blur full of doctors, nurses and police officers. It was close to overwhelming, every time I new person entered the room I froze in fear, terrified that this time it would be Ransom. Even though you knew there was a police officer standing guard outside your room the fear never left you.

Your gash had been stitched up and bandaged, your wrist put in a cast, and all the bruises and cuts you had from your struggle to get away had been documented for evidence. You only got a chance to breathe when the doctors finally left you alone to rest.

You were completely exhausted and all you wanted to do was sleep, but you didn't dare shut your eyes. You needed to stay awake and alert for now. So you just lay back staring up at the ceiling, your mind replaying all the memories back to you.

“Where is she!” you heard someone demand outside your room.

You instantly sat up in your bed, eyes trained on the door because you recognised the voice. You waited in anticipation, your chest heaving as seconds ticked by. Finally, after an agonising wait, the door to your room opened and you saw him.

The two of you stared at each other, nobody able to say a single word as you took each other in. He looked tired, his blue eyes scanning over your face and down to all your injuries. He ran a hand down his face shaking his head as he looked at you. You wanted to move but you were completely frozen in place.

“Andy” you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

Andy nods his head, not even bothering to hold back his tears “honey” he whispered.

He surged forward, breaking the both of you from your frozen spell. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You clung onto him tightly the both of you breaking down in each other’s arms.

“Fuck honey I’m so happy to see you, I can’t believe you’re here” Andy muttered shaking his head as he pulled back and cupped your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you stutter shaking your head in shame, your fingers wrapping around his wrists.

“No, no, stop, stop that” Andy whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead “you have nothing to apologise for,” he says his warm gentle blue eyes finding yours “you’re safe now and that’s all that matters, nothing else, and we’ll work this all out, we’ll make him pay for whatever he did to you”

Tears fall down your face, Andy promptly wiping them away with his thumbs “I’m so happy to see you” you whisper shaking your head.

A small smile breaks out on Andy’s face “me too, so, so much” he smiles leaning down to kiss you.

It was hesitant, to begin with, but you eagerly responded, allowing Andy to kiss you more passionately. Every feeling the both of you had was spoken in that kiss. It just felt so right, it was perfect. You hadn’t realised until this moment why kissing Ransom always felt so odd and wrong, it was because your body knew it wasn't Andy. Your body was made for Andy and no one else.

“Where- where is everyone else?” you ask once you finally broke the kiss.

“Carrie will be here tomorrow, Frank and Mary will visit as soon as they can” your heart swelling at the mention of your friends “your parents are making their way over now, they’ll be here in an hour or so,” Andy tells you, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks.

“And they’re all okay? He- he told me my parents were dead” you ask nervously.

“They’re all fine, happy and healthy, they’re so happy you’re safe” Andy reassures you, one hand dropping to take your hand squeezing it gently.

“Oh thank god” you choke out relief taking over you, Andy instantly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as he held you.

“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt the reunion but I thought I better introduce myself,” a man says stepping into your room “I’m Lieutenant Elliott, I’ll be the head detective on your case”

“Have you got him yet? The man who abducted her?” Andy demands standing up and turning to face the detective, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“Yes, we arrested him a few minutes ago” Elliott nods “we’ll be questioning him later tonight but we need to know what happened to you before we can do so” he explains nodding to you.

You glance up at Andy swallowing nervously “yeah… sure” you manage to say looking back over at the detective.

“Take your time honey, don’t rush it if you’re not ready” Andy reassures you.

“No, I’m ready…” you say looking back up at him “it just won’t be easy for you to hear”

Andy takes a deep breath nodding his head before forcing a smile “whatever happened I’ll be right here the entire time” he reassures you.

You nod your head slightly before looking over at the detective “I’m ready”

Over the next half an hour you recalled everything that happened, from the moment you woke up in the hospital, your time with Ransom, and what happened when you finally got your memories back.

By the time you were finished, you had officially run out of tears. The detective muttered something to you as he left but you didn't hear it, you were focused solely on Andy. He had gone silent and sat in his chair next to you in bed. You could see he was still processing what you had just recounted, every dirty detail.

“Please don’t hate me” you choke out shaking your head.

“No” Andy mutters his voice cracking as he shook his head “no I don’t hate you, I could never hate you,” he tells you reaching out to take your hand.

“If I’d known I’d never have gone through with it, let him touch me or- or-” you say struggling to find the words.

“I know, I know honey I know” Andy sighs lifting your hand to his lips “it's okay, we’ll get through this, we’ll make him pay” he promises.

“So we’re good?” you ask still uncertain.

“Yeah we’re good, we’ll always be good” Andy promises, standing up so he could lean over and kiss you “you’re home now”

“I’m home” you repeat “I’m home”

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