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I Want You | ELIJAH HEWSON

PAIRING : elijah hewson x original f!character

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers

SUMMARY: dahlia jenkinson, josh’s sister is asked to fill in as photographer at his bad’s concert. her plan is to ask him out by the end of the show as she’s been crushing on him for ever. what she doesn’t expect is that one of their songs was written about her—and she’s right there when he confesses it.

WORDS: 5.6k

WARNINGS: smoking, drinking, kissing

Friday. Underground. London.

I run through the station passing the endless people, posters and children's screams. My brother, Josh, had asked me yesterday to help out at his band's concert. He'd told me that their photographer had gotten COVID so he needed someone to fill in.

I dragged my roommate along with me as my moral support, seeing as she's heard me spill every secret in my mind about the band's lead singer, Elijah. I've been helping Josh with his band's endeavours for years and have also had to condone countless sleepovers. I've had the sound of drumsticks crashing together engrained in my head by this point. Robyn has always told me to 'stop being a pussy and ask Eli out on a date' but honestly, I'm terrified I'll ruin everything. This photography thing has really helped to get me new jobs and more exposure.

"So, you still crushing on Eli?" Robyn asks. She's been glancing over at my phone for the past few minutes. I've been texting the band group chat that I've been added to. They usually kick me out randomly. This is the longest period of time I've been in it without having an argument. I'm pretty proud.

"Shut up." I scoff. "If you dare say anything to any of of them, I will kill you."

"I wouldn't," she laughs. I give her a look. "I'll try not to..."

"You and your big mouth."

"I can't help it."

"I shouldn't tell you things."

"Who else would you tell?" She grabs at my phone, noticing a message from Elijah pop up.

It reads: "Missed you. You've always been the better Jenkinson." I try to contain my smile at the stupid message. It's just a couple words beneath a name on a screen and I'm getting all nervous. It's pathetic. God, this is getting bad.

"That's cute," Robyn says and is about to start writing a message back until I snatch my phone back. Who knows what kind of bullshit she'd start sending. She'd surely send some terrible pictures of me. That's happened on many ocassions. I've learnt my lesson to never trust her with my phone.

"Cringe." I type back, although the smile on my face is betraying the words on the screen. I stare at his profile picture for a few seconds. It's a selfie of me and the band. I look half asleep, probably drunk. Eli's hair is all over his face and Josh is squeezing Ryan's cheeks. Bobby is just angrily staring at the camera. He definitely didn't want to be in that photo. It's sweet that Eli has kept his profile picture that way for so long. We haven't seen each other in months. I send another message, "Well you're not my favourite Hewson."

He sends an angry emoji. "Who is then?"

"Bono, course."

He sends a few more angry emojis before spamming the group chat. There is already some kind of argument happening. Robert seems to be late and they're all asking where he is. I switch my phone off, sliding it into my pocket. Robyn's been unusually quiet.

"What have you done this time?" I ask with a subtle tilt of my head. She's chewing on some haribos she'd bought moments ago. She then smirks to herself, "Nothing."

I'm a little worried but decide to brush it off. We leave the train station and I'm struck by the freezing air. I sometimes forget how cold England is. Having moved from Ireland over a year ago, I feel like I should've acclimatised. But, why is it always so cold? I hold my jacket closer to myself to try to warm up.

We pass at least ten people with 'I love London' shirts. Sounds of street sellers are familiar along with the hustle and bustle of late London nights. I see the London Eye twisting in the distance. Big ben is tolling. The venue comes into view a few streets away. I'm dreading it slightly. I feel as if I'm not going to cope this time seeing that ever-so-familiar face. It's as if with each passing month, he gets better looking. It should be crime. I'll probably melt when I see him.

I instead focus on seeing Josh and my excitement for seeing the gig. They've all really improved over the years. They really know how to put on a good show. Adrenaline rushes through my veins. It'll be fine. Surely.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" Robyn takes notice of me fiddling with my earrings. It's become some nervous habit. I find a comfort in twiddling the crystals between my fingers.

"A bit," I say. Honest. "What if he finds out? We'll surely get piss-drunk. What if he only wants to be mates?"

"Lia, darling, you've got to stop overthinking it. After hearing all these stories you've told me, it sounds like he likes you a lot," she says, grinning. "I'll tell you if I see any looks passed or anything suspicious, okay?"

"You're the best." I give her a hug, forgetting for a moment about the crowded streets around us. Robyn hugs are always too good to be true. I sometimes forget how unbelievably short she is and how she tries to suffocate me with her arms.

Just as we're about to continue down the endless streets, I see someone running past us. I barely even realise he's passed me until Robyn points him out. I see long, curly hair and a massive case swung over his shoulder. Bobby. Then, he turns to face us. Blue eyes catch me off guard then a massive grin. He seems to question whether he should stop or get to the venue. He's very late.

"Is that the bassist?" Robyn wonders. "Robert?"

"That's me," he says, retracing his steps. His mullet has gone all messy in the autumn wind. He's trying to swipe away a few stray hairs from out of his face. "Hey Dally. Who's this?" He points towards my friend with a lazy smile.

"This is Robyn. My roommate. She's the one who accidentally stepped on a pigeon."

"Ah." He then turns into his bird lover mode. "How could you do that to a poor, helpless bird? How could you? Can't believe you're called Robyn. That's a disgrace. Wish I was called Robyn. Or sparrow. Or some kind of bird. God, do I love birds—"

"Okay, Robert. We get it," I interrupt with a finger in the air. He crosses his arms over his chest, pouting. Robyn is laughing at his angered demeanour. He always puts on this irritated-sarcastic face in moments like this. He looks like a child after stepping on lego.

"Aren't you late?" Robyn asks the blue-eyed boy. His phone has been pinging with notification throughout the few minutes they have been walking together. He seems to be a little stressed. I have to almost run to keep up with this speed of impossibly long legs.

We approach the venue. It's a huge, pretty rundown building which strikes out in stark contrast to the fancy buildings around it. The words 'Inhaler:tonight' are written on a chalkboard beside the entrance. The place really matches the band for some reason. There's a queue of fans outside. A lot of them are sat down on the pavement. They scream at the sight of the bassist, piling around him. Phones are being held up to take pictures of him.

"Sorry guys, I've got to get inside. Thank you for coming," Robert mumbles.

Robyn and I act as body guards, preventing anyone from getting too close. Banners have been dropped onto the ground, passersby glance over in confusion. There's colourful cowboy hats covered with jewels everywhere. That music video really drove the world crazy. It definitely drove me crazy. I probably make up at least half of the views.

The majority of the crowd continue to take photos. Some say 'Oh my God, that's Josh's sister!' I give them a smile whilst simultaneously pushing Robert forwards.

We finally get to the back door. The gathering give up after a while. They go back to the queue, attempting to slot in to their previous place.

"Well, doors haven't opened yet so you can't be that late," I remark. The front doors are still locked.

"I'm missing sound check though."

I hear music booming quietly through the walls. I open the door, pressing down on it with fingertips. It creaks open to a long corridor with white plastered walls. It smells of fresh paint. The light is barely even attached to the ceiling. It looks like some horror film scene. Creepy.

But then Josh comes around the corner. His guitar is slung over his chest and his face lights up to reveal a huge smile that I've always adored. He's taller than the last time I've seen him. He runs straight towards me, engulfing me with his arms. I'm uncomfortably pressed against his guitar but I couldn't care less. I'm so glad I came. I missed him so much.

Robert slides past us and Robyn awkwardly stands in the doorway. I introduce her to my brother. He gives her a hug as well. She seems to enjoy this whole situation a lot. She's getting all loud and giddy.

The rest of the band are still playing through songs. They're running through 'Dublin In Ecstasy'. Elijah's voice is echoing through the entire building, sliding it's way through my skull. There's a part of me that wants to turn back. I could just make my way back to my apartment, have a cup of coffee and stalk Twitter accounts of people who went to the show. I definitely haven't been doing that for the past few months. I'm not that insane. Or obsessed.

"Do you want to listen to sound check or hang out back stage?" Josh asks us. He's been talking to Robyn, getting to know her and she seems to like him, thankfully. It'd be downright awkward if she hated his guts.

"I'll follow you," Robyn says to Josh. She starts to traipse down the corridor. I watch her curls bounce from side to side as she jumps with every step. She suddenly realises that she's left me behind. "You coming?"

I groan, staring at the door. "Yeah. Fuck it."

I pick up my camera in preparation. I've been using the same one for years. It's got stickers all over it. Some of random bands, some from different countries and little letters spelling out my name. Elijah had bought me a few pages of letters of the alphabet as a birthday present when I turned 15. I still remember that day. We were all huddled inside my living room after being drenched by a sudden storm. There were about fifteen of us, including the band. The fireplace before us was the only source of light in the darkened room. I think I was dating Ryan at that point. That was a strange time. He was sweet. It only lasted a couple of weeks. Elijah had a girlfriend too. Younger me was very jealous. I think that's what made me realise I liked him.

Now, fast forward eight years and my heart is beating in my ears like I'm a teenager all over again.

I allow Robyn to go first. I trail behind. Josh has left us to our own devices and we try to figure out where exactly we're supposed to go. We decide to follow the sounds of music booming. Closer and closer. We go down a staircase, open a door then we're right at the stalls, just beneath the stage. The door crashes so loudly that all of the band stop playing. They all peer down at us.

The band name 'Inhaler' is upon the wall and coloured lights paint the stage. This room is a lot nicer than the exterior. There's a standing area then seats up along the top. The walls are painted a deep shade of crimson with gold lines intricately painted everywhere. It's too good to be true. It feels so weird being at one of their gigs again. It feels even weirder to see all of them in the same place at the same time.

I trace my gaze along the stage. I take a quick glance at Josh who is tuning his guitar, then Ryan who's staring at us with wide eyes. I shift my eyes a little further to see Elijah. He's dropped his mic at the sight of us. I take notice of the length of his hair. It's falling over his eyes, a mess of curls shrouding his face. He's wearing a white vest top and a bulky blazer which is holding onto his shoulders for dear life. I can't see him very well from here. What I can see is the complexity of his gaze. The way he's looking at me is making me nervous. I take a deep breath.

"Dahlia?!" Ryan calls out. He drops his drumsticks similarly to Elijah.

"Surprise?" I say. I thought Josh had told them I was coming. "Wait, did Josh not tell you?"

Elijah picks up the microphone from the ground, not taking his eyes away from mine. "Josh, you gobshite. I thought she was coming next week," he says into the mic, words jumping through my ears. I hate how warm his voice is through those speakers. It's sickening.

"Well, I'm not complaining." Ryan jumps down from the stage, giving me and Robyn a hug. It's a group hug where we're all squashed together. He's grinning from ear to ear.

"You're still short," I say. I can still look down on him, especially with my chunky boots. He rolls his eyes. "This is Robyn." I introduce my roommate to both Ryan and Elijah.

"Nice to meet you," Elijah murmurs as he jumps off the stage. He's left the mic on the stand. He's pushing his hair from his face.

Robyn gives me a look, raising an eyebrow in the direction of Elijah. She's got a malevolent smile. What's she going to do? Maybe I shouldn't have brought her.

"I've heard all about you." Robyn gives Elijah a little wink. I kick the back of her leg .

His lip raises the slightest bit. I find myself staring at his mouth for far too long. There's stubble lining his chin and a splatter of freckles on his cheeks. "Have you, now?" His low voice drifts through the air. He's maintaining eye contact with me. I'm trying to evade his gaze.

"She's exaggerating." I assure him, trying to stop myself from giving Robyn another thwack.

"Eli! We have like 5 minutes until door opens and Dublin In Ecstasy is a mess. Get up here. You can swoon later." Robert is already playing the introduction to the song. Ryan and Josh join in.

"Swoon?" Eli shakes his head with a grin.

"We're just that amazing," Robyn whispers to me.

I hold up my camera, taking a picture of the three lads on stage. Then I point it at Elijah. I take a few of his confused face before he leaves us to sing along to the music.

"He's whipped." Robyn watches as he climbs back onto the stage. "Likes you so much he can barely even function-" She points out how he can't even plug his guitar in. He's been trying to shove the lead in for a while but his eyes are wandering elsewhere. "You've got to say something to him. He's leaving tomorrow, isn't he? Maybe tonight.."

I breathe in. "Alright. I'll try."

Robyn and I hum along to the tune. Elijah's rough vocals make my mind go cloudy. He sounds so much crisper in person. I think back to the cuts and bruises vinyl on my shelf. Robyn had bought it the day it came out. Josh sent me every version possible. Robyn went on about supposedly being 'the first person in the world who bought it'. She said she saw the record in HMV and instantly thought of me. We had stayed up late that night to listen through each track. Eating popcorn, drinking alcohol, talking about random shit. That was when I told her everything about Elijah. From the schoolgirl crush, to the trying to forget him then to the full-blown infatuation. She enjoyed listening to every detail I had to offer.

Elijah continues singing. I'm holding my breath, my palms are sweaty, I feel my heart pulsing at my throat. Robyn is swaying to each beat of the drums. Elijah won't stop looking at me.

Then the song ends and we all tun backstage, in an attempt to evade the incoming fans. I hear shouts echoing in the distance. We've gathered in a little room backstage. Josh is showing me some fancy chocolates he bought in Rome. I'm taking pictures of the band members. Robyn keeps photobombing. I rest my head upon the armrest of the sofa, closing my eyes. It feels nice. Calm. Until, someone settles beside me. They grab my legs so that they can properly sit down. The hands are cold and fingertips are calloused. That someone is Elijah. "Excited for the show?"

He's got his pre-show drink in one hand and his phone in the other. I close my eyes once again.

I shift around in the soft cushion attempting to get into a more comfortable position. He scoffs and pulls my legs up by the ankles to rest them over his thighs. "I know you're tired," he says. He takes a sip of his drink. "But if you dare fall asleep during the show, I will throw my guitar at you." I move my legs around his thighs then actually raise my head to look at him. I take a picture as he makes a stupid face. I don't know how he can do that whilst still looking pretty.

"Is this comfortable?" I ask. He's been very still. "I can move if you want."

"It's nice... fine," he mumbles as he scrolls through messages on his phone. "Reminds of that music lesson. Must've been our first year of secondary school. You fainted after some practice test we did. We were sat in this exact position for at least an hour. I think my legs stopped working."

I try to bring my head back to the memory. He was so different back then. Shorter hair, insanely asthmatic. He only knew me as Josh's twin sister. Somehow that was enough for him to stay there with me and keep me safe. After that, he had some complex where had to look after me with his life. It was charming.

"I had to kick you about nine time because you feel asleep, " I recall. My mind is wandering through moments I can barely even remember. "You were so strange."

"I could've left you there in the practice asleep. You should be thanking me for saving you from embarassment-"

"Why, thank you. Oh how you've changed my entire life. I owe you all that I have."

He shakes his head, squeezing the skin at the bottom of my ankle. He then rests his hand there. As if it's normal. He's still reading through messages, biting the top of the plastic cup.

"When do you lot go on then?" I ask everyone.

Robyn has started drawing eyeliner onto the other boys. She just pulled it out of her pocket randomly and asked if they wanted her to do it. They've filed into a queue. She's done some graphic liner on Bobby with little stars that makes his bright eyes pop out all the more.

"Ten minutes." Ryan is putting some hair gel through his hair. He puts some music on using a bluetooth speaker they placed in the corner. Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley comes on. I'm trying to stop myself from falling asleep but it's getting harder with each passing second.

"I'm so excited," Robyn says as she does Josh's eyeliner. She's made his more smudgy and messy. It suits him a lot. "Elijah, should I do yours? Or Dahlia can do it?" She passes the tube towards me. There's some malicious intent behind her eyes. I narrow my eyes down to the black contraption, taking it uneasily between my fingers.

He lays down his phone and drink. He's trying to push all the hair out of his face to give me some access to his eyes. I kneel down on the sofa beside him. I grab a hair bobble from my wrist then tie the top half of his hair up. He groans as I pull some strands way too hard then relaxes into my touch. He smells like cigarette smoke and cologne.

"How should I do it?" I wonder out loud. I've opened the tube and I'm trying to figure out the best way to go about this. He looks like his teenage self with his hair like this. His eyes are maintaining a hard eye contact as I near him. There's a warmth rising to my face.

Robyn pulls out her phone and shows me a picture of Rodrick Hefley. I snort. "Try it like that," she says.

Elijah closes his eyes as I begin to draw little lines then smudge. I've grabbed his chin to keep him in place. I can feel the sharp stubble poking at my fingers. He opens his eyes every now and then. They're half-lidded, watching. I poke his eye by accident. I scold him for opening his eyes. He decided to instead keep them closed.

I admire my work once I've done. It's not my best liner but it's alright. The other boys gather around to get a look at him. His hazel eyes come into view and he smiles widely at the sight of us all. "Does it look good?"

"Looks class," Ryan says as he grabs a mirror. The other boys nod along.

Elijah looks at himself. He seems to not know if he likes it or not. He smiles at me and says, "Thanks, love."

I just smile back, pulling out the bobble from his hair. An unruly splatter of curls cascade across his forehead. There's something about him wearing eyeliner that's stopping me from thinking straight. It's different. I'm still sat half on top of him, one knee resting on his thigh and the other on the sofa. He helps me off of him then stands up.

He ruffles his hair as he says, "Let's get going lads."

The four boys grab everything they need for the show. Water bottles, instruments, drumsticks, their sanity. They all give each other a group hug. It must be some pre-show ritual because they all down their drinks at the exact same time. If that wasn't planned, it was uncanny.

"Good luck." I wave them off and they travel down the corridor in a straight line. As each of them walk out, I take a picture. Elijah is the last to leave. He stops in the doorway, still holding his plastic cup. He raises his lip to reveal his white teeth as I take the picture. He really enjoys making the strangest faces.

"If you don't get our best angles, I'll have to think about firing you." Elijah warns me just before he turns around. He then disappears down to another asylum-like corridor before I can get a chance to insult him. I let out a breath.

"That went well, right?" Robyn's trying to figure out what's going through my head. I can't even comprehend anything that just happened. The feel of his hand still lingers at my ankle. "That whole time you were talking to Josh about those chocolates, he was staring you down. It was pretty creepy, to be honest." She laughs. "Don't even get me started on the eyeliner. All of us felt like total third wheels."

"Sorry," I say. I play around with the bobble at my wrist. It had been wrapped around those glorious curls only moments ago. "God, I'm so in love it hurts."

"That's how I felt when I started liking Emmy. Literally all I could think about was her." Robyn is in a daze, eyes glued to the wall. "You need to do something before it's too late."

"After the set, I will tell him." I finally accept my fate. I could possibly not see him until next year. Or the year after. Who knows how busy I could get?

"Good," Robyn says. "I'm tired of hearing Elijah this Elijah that. Girl, I get it."

"You had an Emmy this Emmy that phase. Don't even start."

She frustratedly sighs. "Come on. I think they're going on."

I hear the crashing of drums reverberating through every wall, every floorboard. Slowly, we approach the main room. The bodyguard lets us through to the wings of the stage. I can see all the crowd from this angle. There are phones, cowboy hats and banners littered through the crowd. Some of the audience are people we had seen when Bobby was surrounded. They're screaming at the sight of the band.

The first song they play is These Are The Days. I keep my camera handy through every song. Elijah takes notice of us standing there. He steals a glance at us when he has a chance to breath. He's singing a lot stronger than I'd ever seen online.

Then they play through a few more songs on the new album. I sing along, I dance, I try not to get blinded by the flashing lights. Then all of a sudden they've finished playing Love Will Get You There and he turns to look right at me.

"This next song..." His words are pretty slurred. He's drunk. "This is an old one. I wrote this when I was about 17. There was this girl at my school who I just liked so much— I couldn't even focus in class. I played it to her once we'd got it perfect and she had not a single clue that it was about her. She still doesn't. It's been six years and I've never told her." He pauses and looks at me. "This is for you."

I'm overwhelmed by emotion. I raise an eyebrow at him. He just starts strumming along with his guitar. That's when I realise he's playing I Want You. They'd played that song to me in Elijah's garage. I asked him who it was about. He lied and said it was about his ex-girlfriend. I never thought twice about it. I never listened to it because it made me sick to my stomach that it was about her. A girl who I had been so jealous of.

"You got your lipstick on..." He starts singing. He's literally pointing at me. The crowd looks confused. They can't see me.

"Oh, Jesus," Robyn exclaims. "Oh, wow. I can't believe this. He's fucking confessing! Dally, I'm so happy for you right now. What the hell!"

Robyn is just as shocked as I am. We're both slack-jawed, wide-eyed yet caught in a silence as the song goes on. The crowd sings along with each and every line. The other members of the band have caught on with what is happening. They all seem to be pretty proud. Especially Josh. He's smiling so big it's making me smile too.

The truth is, I don't want the song to end. Or the show. I just want this moment to drag on forever. It all feels too good to be true.

The song finishes, the lights switch off, the crowd screams. I'm left in the darkness. Robyn is holding onto my side for dear life. The only thing illuminating the world around us is a tiny light bulb above us. My eyes start to get used to the darkness. I see a figure approaching.

"Can you come with me?" It's Elijah. His cheeks are tinged a shade of bright red. There's sweat lining his throat and his chest. He's taken off the blazer and has slung it over his shoulder. The eyeliner has bled down a little.

"Yeah..." I'm exasperated. My throat is raw from singing so much. My brain can barely process what is happening around me. My hands want to reach out and hold him close to me.

He grabs my hand, pulling me down through a corridor. We're both running towards the back door. I'm trying to match his pace but his longer legs give him an unfair advantage.

We finally reach the exit. He opens the door for me, allows me to pass through then shuts it. I'm met by London streets. Brick walls, crooked alleyways, a rubbish bin. It's not particularly romantic. But, with him standing there in front of me, it becomes the most romantic place on Earth.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like that," he admits. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you when you left. I was going to tell you at the airport when you were about to leave Dublin. So that you could think it through without us seeing each other every day. Then I got fucking terrified."

"I was going to tell you then too." I press my back against the wall. He's pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He offers me one. I let it rest between my lips. "I had plucked up some courage after I went to the toilet but then I sat beside you and forgot the whole script I'd planned out in my head. That was a pretty awkward five minutes. Felt like a century."

"We're idiots, aren't we?" He says as he lights his cigarette. "Josh has always known. I don't know how he never told you. He's great at keeping secrets. Six years of keeping his mouth shut. I don't know how he has that much self control."

"Six years?" I blow out a puff of smoke into the air. My eyes wander across the star covered sky. The moon is looming and watching us.

"I know." He's blushing again. He's trying to keep his distance from me, leaving a slight gap between us. "I'm pathetic."

"I liked you for longer."

"What?"

"Eight years. Since the day you started dating the blonde girl." I feel stupid saying it out loud. He's laughing at me.

"That's class."

We stand there in silence just looking at each other. I can hear ambulance sirens and birds calling. The brick walls is hard against my back. My shoes are covered in water from standing in a puddle. I can imagine that there's a camera above us. This could be a scene straight out of a film.

"Are you going to kiss me then?" Some sudden burst of confidence brings those words from my lips.

He's taken aback. His eyes fall down to my mouth. He then takes a step closer. I can feel his breath at my cheeks.

"Do you want me to?" His voice goes all low and his accent gets thicker. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek. Metal presses against my cheekbone. His thumb lazily draws a line across my bottom lip. His words hang in the air. "Dahlia, my love. Do you—"

I press my lips to his. I can't hold back anymore. I can taste the smoke on his tongue. His mouth is minty and his lips are soft. I've imagined this moment countless times. In a bookstore, in a train station, in the garage. But, this is perfect. Perfect.

My fingers sink into his hair. He groans into my mouth as I pull a few strands at the back. His thumb is sliding across my cheekbones. He's dropped the cigarette to instead use his other hand to clutch my waist. My hands are at his chest. His heart is beating incredibly fast. He holds me tight against him until I feel his chest rise and fall. Up and down. Breathing in and out.

We hear voices behind us. He pulls away quickly. We both turn to see a group of fans. They're teenagers and they're all dressed in bright outfits. They didn't see anything but they seem rather suspicious, whispering.

"Eli! Oh my God!! Can you take my BeReal please?" One of them shouts over.

Elijah runs his fingers over his lips. His ears are a pink shade. He slides his hand away from my waist.

"Yeah, sure!" He approaches the three girls with a small smile. He's trying to act normal. "I love your hats." He points at the 3 cowboy hats which spell out the word 'Inhaler' when they're all stood side-by-side.

"Thank you so much!" The darker haired girl passes him her phone. "Your eyeliner looks so good. You should do it like that more often."

"I had a grand makeup artist." He winks. I roll my eyes.

"Could Dahlia be in it?" The girl with glasses notices how I've awkwardly shifted to the side.

"Course she can," Elijah says.

I stand in the frame next to Elijah as he holds up the phone. His lips are red after being stained by my lipstick. I drop my head onto his shoulder and close my eyes. He nestles his face into my hair as he takes the picture. We're both giggling like lunatics.

I'm so glad it happened like this.

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badbitchandrea · 2 years ago

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Fuck Enemies

— pairing : HOOD!MidProtective!bitchy!Stud!Riri Williams x cocky!black!fem!reader

— word count : 2.4k !!

— synopsis : y/n and riri grew up in Chicago together at the ages 8-9 but always stayed as enemies and riri never looked at her the same ever since. til one day riri texted you out of the blue trying to take you to the house party that you and her BOTH were invited to, in the pool..plus the backseat of her truck and found you cute for that one night and fucked you while drunk, but while she’s drunk she remembers more than you think. both of your minds were hazy. The next day you acted like nothing happened and acted like enemies again when actually y’all was fucking on the low and never told nobody. might as well take it to the grave, yeah? .

— warnings : Public sex, fingering ( reader receiving ) , humiliation, thigh riding, car sex , dramatic reader , blunt blowing, reader is being called out for something that’s stupid, reader has her n*pples pierced but it’s not mentioned. and I believe dats it, etc.

— taglist : @oceean @all4lovemami @pantherheart @f4t3lunts @jordisblogg @shahanaazsoumah ( I’m open to add more people! )

— authors note — just wanted to say, I stayed up until 12-1 to finish this . 🤷🏽‍♀️

• Riri

• y/n or bold white

• Lo - riri friend also

• Riri’s Boy Bestfriends

• y/n friend - vickey - bold white also ?

you were getting dressed for your friend’s house party shes throwing, it was starting a couple of minutes and you weren’t that far away. a message popped up on your phone “riri😹” you looked confused cause she never texted you. Well, not in years but how she did she text you when you blocked her?

“I’m picking you up to go to the party, be ready in 10.” was she being serious, she texted you randomly now she picking you up? Something fishy and suspicious was going on. you really thought this was a set up or riri was just being nice all out of the blue. but you went with it cause free ride, Hell yeah? so you got ready quick and fast but not that fast to the point where you felt like you rushed for no reason .

••• actually 10 minutes later

she was already outside blasting hardcore rap music, she does that on purpose because when you and her used to talk she knew that used to get on your nerves. And it still does, you got in the front seat and adjusted your sparkly dress, stuffing your bathing suit into it. “what’s in that purse.” She pulled off from Infront of your house .

“none of your business.” You gave her a rictus smile holding your purse on your lap. “I know you, no need to hide things from me.” She chuckled . “now if I had a weapon In here then I’ll be wrong right? Oh aight then.” You snapped back at her . “I got one to, I’m not worried bout that.” Riri tapped on her secret department . “you look- nice today if no one told you that” she smirked, looking down at your shoes . “Today?” You gave her a look. ”you must think you look good every day then, you better be lucky I even complimented you.” She rolled her eyes . “yeah mhm.” you said in guilt .

you and her talked the whole ride their and actually had some good conversations, but that didn’t change anything. but she did open the door for you like she WAS your girlfriend . you and her walked in together and your friend spotted you and her thinking you and riri squashed everything that has been going on for 10 years but eventually you and her went yall seperate ways going to hang out with other people. some people were there before it even started but you were only 2 minutes late because of riri ! “Soo what’s going on with you and ri..” she grinned sipping on her straw .

“Don’t play wit me vickey” you nudged vickey’s shoulder . “I’m just playing im just playing, but forreal are you and her you know…” she whispered the last parts. “nah, she just randomly texted me she was gon ride me here out of the blue.” “hmm, seem like some freaky shit going on.”

She shrugged and walked off to get more of her drink. after she walked off you turned your head to see where riri went, she went to go sit with her home boys and a one girl was sitting right next to her but she was already eyeing you when you turned that way with the joint in her mouth .

she looked away smiling putting down the blunt and laid back on the couch . you didn’t mind her hanging out with other people y’all don’t even talk anyway, right? . “Hey y/n , come here!” One of riri’s friends called out for you . You rolled your eyes walking over there, riri did the same . but you can tell in her face she slowly is starting to enjoy you being around . “wassup.” You tapped on his shoulder. “come have a sit.” He grinned looking up at riri, he knew riri and you were beefing at the time but obviously he didn’t care. “so what’s going on with you and riri.”

He puts down the blunt smacking the ashes off of his hands onto his pants . “no comment.” You pursed your lips nodding slowly. everyone’s eyes were on you making you feel uncomfortable and uneasy. “what? I only said no comment, it ain’t shit to talk about.” the girl that was next to riri had her hand right on her spot, side eyeing you. “you scared to tell us what happened, like?” you could tell she was getting smart because some of the boys were trying to hold in their laugh including her .

but the only two people that weren’t laughing were you and riri. Because nothing is funny when you disrespect somebody you haven’t even got to know yet . “bitch what?” the look on your face was so serious and she wouldn’t take it serious . “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know that would’ve offended you.”

She said trying to be sarcastic. you expected riri to say something but y’all were ‘beefing’ at the time, and the look on her face you could tell she was high or drunk. but she just sat there letting her talk and talk. You were just about to get up to leave until your heard riri’s voice speak up. “Lo shut up talking to her like that, come on now.” She nudged her shoulder with her hand . “thank you ri, get these bitches in line.” You got up and walked towards the back of the house where you friends were.

— riris pov

“Lo! whyyy? You talk to fucking much you made the girl and everything.” she gave her a stank face . then looked up waiting for her boy best friends to response also. “Forreal-” riri cut off her friend by her getting up and eyeing Lo and her boy best friends, she was getting up to see where you were to make sure you were okay. “Have you seen y/n.” Riri was asking your close friends where you were until she saw you talking to your bestfriend and her brothers . you was just watching you have a good time talking to new people and not starting no drama . She was just about to walk up to you til your other friend got in the way right In front of you, Riri knew you sensed someone presence behind you, which it was her .

•••

“Hol on vickey, I’ll be right back.” You followed Riri with her holding your hand leading you to a more private spot “did you bring any swim clothes?” that was a random question but yes you did bring one because you knew it was a pool in the backyard . “Uhm yes I did..” “okay good, change and I’ll meet you in the pool.”

5 minutes later both of you were dressed in y’all’s bathing suits but she had on trunks and a white plain sleeve-less shirt and tied her braids in a buns in the back of her head . you had a 3 piece on showing your belly button with a sparkly skirt piece hanging on the side you put your braids up in a bun just like riri did . you were moving your arms in the water while waiting for riri, she walked into the pool from the steps to you .

“I’m sorry for what happened.” Riri apologized . “It’s okay just tell that bitch to not talk to me.” You smiled “I gotchu” she laughed and you laughed along with her . Riri looked away smiling before she said something else, she used to always do this when she was up to something .

You were quite scared of what she was finna say because she always up to some bullshit especially when she’s high or drunk. She swayed towards you causing you to back up against the pool’s wall, making you grunt. you were so lucky nobody was in that pool or outside in the back yard no where, but you two and the speakers playing music .”you’ve ever been fucked in a pool before..”

she tilted her head slowly waiting for your response, blinking slowly. making you gulp deeply and loudly eyes getting wider knowing what she’s about to do next . “riri? I don’t- think we should be doing this..uhm” you questioned her, smiling awkwardly then pursing your lips. feeling her hands rub against you so softly and lovely just felt like you were on cloud 9 but without being high at all. “you like that, don’t chu?.”

she whispered in your right ear having a good grip around your waist making you arch your back like a cat . she came up by your mouth kissing you cupping your cheekbones with one hand and the other in your bottoms . the tingles were shooting straight through you, your emotions were everywhere you wanted to touch her so bad.

but riri was in control now. you felt 2 fingers glide into you making you gasp and pull away from the strong sloppy kiss “fuck!” a finger came to your mouth, riri’s finger telling you to shush. But you couldn’t handle it.

you were being fucked like this in a silent and huge pool by your enemie riri williams, who could’ve thought. she was very good with her hands she was curving into your inner walls she kept pushing against the sponge texture inside of you making you shake and bite your finger to keep quiet . “p-please.” you whimpered throwing your heard almost giving yourself whiplash . “please what y/n.”

She said staring into your eyes with her blood shot ones . “more.” You couldn’t even get a proper sentence out by all of the pleasure then she hit your g-spot making you jerk “mhmm, oh fuck I’m-” your facial expressions said it all, you were coming but it washed away on riris wet and wrinkled fingers .

“that’s my girl, you were so good mami.” She smiled kissing your forehead . “let’s take this to my car, yeah?” She got out of the pool helping you get to the stairs holding your hand grabbing your purse so she doesn’t forget it, and brung it to the car .

you and her ran across the street hurrying to open up the back door . She fixed her car so she only has to say car tint but she was so high on sex she didn’t even say car tint so you weren’t surprised if someone walked pasted and saw you getting fucked in the backseat of a truck . “take this off.” She tugged at your bottoms, she didn’t care for the top but the bottoms so she can have more access and view .

“she’s so pretty and wet isn’t sheee..?” Riri complimented your slickness and view . She stared at your pussy admiring her beauty she played with your clit also playing with the slickness from it stretching it across her fingers then sucking her fingers. Just by the taste and sight it made both of you moan.

Your legs were stretched across this seat waiting for riris next move . she lowered her head to yours kissing you once again rubbing your swollen and puffy clit pushing her knee at your wet and throbbing hole putting pressure in that certain spot making you move backwards trying to escape, just by her rapidly rubbing your clit at a dangerous speed . “shitt—” you closed your eyes tears staining your face from all of this over whelming pleasure she was giving you “don’t run now precious .”

then she stopped making you confused but you were to weak to move your head to see what she was doing. she was lowering her head and moving you upward some more so she has space . She licked your clit and cunt clean making you hiss by her stinging touch “mhm.” You gripped at her braids making her grunt follow along with your whined out moans . “oh my- riri!” She slipped some of the tip of her tongue inside of you making you moan more louder than the first time . “you taste so sweet mi amor” the name mi Amor from riris mouth would do it to you all the time .

“you close?.” She asked you, rubbing on your inner thigh Kind of muffled . you heard her but stuttered in your answered and Riri expects fast responses “I asked you a question y/n.” She sent a harsh smack to your ass making you answer with quickness “y-yes.” You nodded fast. the last tongue fuck and finger fuck she did to you caused you to explode onto her backseat she licked you clean once again, giving you kisses all down your stomach. to your lips to your waist line . Soft satisfied moans leaving your lips from her soft and sweet touch.

••• next day ..!

you woke up in the bed hair looking crazy and makeup all over your pillow case. “oh my fucking god bro.” You groaned because you literally just washed your sheets and pillow case the day before last night You checked your phone to see what time it was, instead of you looking straight at the time you saw a “The Shade Room.” Post with you @ed in it curiousity got to you and you put in your password and went to Instagram and you clicked on the notification in your inbox and you were spotted in the pool and car with riri together, who the fuck took those pictures? .

Instagram - TheShadeRoom

caption - they got down and dirty, no tints!! #woah #wow #thisissomerealshit!

“oh you gotta be fucking kidding me.” you were groaning in annoyance. Thinking about who to call. Riri? but you forgot her phone number was blocked. So you unblocked her of course to get to the bottom of this but she didn’t answer until your friend, Vickey called you. “girl..you and Riri are on the shade room! That’s why you and her were outside I was looking all over for you.” “please, I don’t wanna talk anymore or at all I’m pissed and tired. I haven’t even got a good morning start plus look-“ you pointed at your messy ass puff ball on your head it was fuzzy and frizzy all over the place makeup smeared on the case and on the side of your face. “well, okay I hope you’re okay! Call me back when you get yourself together okay? love you boo.” you said love you back and hung up the phone. This was the most shittest morning ever . You haven’t even got up to take a shower yet or brushed your teeth you woke up to be on the shade room with your WORST enemie. Legs we’re shore and you were weak so you fell back asleep thinking everything would go away, when everything got worse. you woke up to a loud call by riri, what does she want now..?

Maybe not doing no Part 2

#riri smut #riri x you #love your enemies #riri wiliams x reader #house party .

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salmonskinrolltf · 11 months ago

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Roll the Die 2: Be Kind Rewind

**REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED**

So my old Magic Die ran out of juice, but get this. Apparently I have a great-uncle who I never even knew about, and when he passed he left me his entire collection of dice and VHS tapes! The dice seem normal, but it's a really weird VHS collection. It has EVERYTHING. Like, literally. It even has movies and shows that came out after they stopped making VHS tapes. Stuff that's currently in theaters, too. And even streaming shows on Netflix and whatnot!

I decided to open up a rental shop. A stipulation in my great-uncle's will says I have to include one of the dice with each tape I send to people. I have no idea why, but I have too many, so I'm not sad to see them go! But here's where I need your help. I need to start renting tapes out online because I've run out of local customers! I had a few come in, but they never came back!

I even checked up on one of them, a guy named Justin, who lived right down the street. He'd rented that James Bond movie From Russia with Love. It turns out he had gone missing! All the police found when they searched his apartment was a half-drunk martini (which was weird, because I'm pretty sure he said he doesn't drink).

So yeah, if you want me to send you a tape, I just need some info for my customer records. Please tell me a little about yourself (age and general look/vibe is always helpful), let me know which title you want me to send, and then tell me which character in that movie/TV show you have the biggest crush on. Then I'll send the tape along with your special die! We have literally every title under the sun. Including From Russia with Love. I could have sworn I just had the one tape, but I found another one in the back just after Justin disappeared...

[Out-Of-Character Notes:

*These will be short stories tailored to whichever (18+, male) character you have a crush on. Whatever happens, you will end up in the movie/show's universe, but I will randomly roll a die to determine your ultimate fate.

Here are the possible results: 1: You will become your crush's soulmate 2: You will become your crush 3: You will become a different character in the movie/show's universe 4: You will become a family member of your crush 5: You will become an original character that fits within the movie/show's universe but doesn't know your crush at all 6: You will become your crush's anti-soulmate (nemesis, bully, etc.)

*PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR REQUESTS VIA "ASK ME ANYTHING" If you send it via a direct message, I will ask you to re-submit

*I will not be able write a story for each and every request, so if yours is not answered, I apologize in advance. I will try and write at least once a week (no promises), and no more than one story per person. I will prioritize shows and movies I am more familiar with, so feel free to submit requests for multiple titles, and I'll choose the best one for me to work with.]

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thesixenthusiast · 2 years ago

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ruby- eddie roundtree

part three (part one, part two, part four)

pairing: eddie rountree x fem!oc (may change to x reader) warnings: drinking/drugs (billy/daisy's addictions), profanity word count: 1.9k author's note: please bear with me in this, if there's a few time mix ups just with the order of things, please do let me know but i'm trying to find an equal balance between the book and show and it's a little difficult lol

JOSEPH FRANKLIN (biographer, author of Juliet Opal: One of Six): It was during this tour that people started noticing Juliet. She wasn’t hidden on the back of the stage anymore, she sang a few songs alongside Billy, people really started liking her.

ROD REYES: I wanted Juliet to be more of a frontman than she was when I first saw the band, if you have some college girls going out to see music and have to pick between two bands they don’t know, nine times out of ten they’re picking the band with the girl in it solely because they’re doing something new. I wanted Karen more in the front too, but she didn’t like it, Juliet fit the role more.

JULIET OPAL: Billy had me backing him on more songs and he added random lines for certain ones for me to sing alone, a lot of them were randomly added and kinda skewed the message of the songs, but he wasn’t willing to give up any of his lines, so I took what I could get. He had me sing a decent amount in Susie-Q, something about trying to get in the female perspective, I don’t know. All I know is that I hated that goddamn song.

–

The band was on tour for a few weeks before things got bad, Billy started picking up drinking as a go-to habit. He started disappearing with groupies after shows, Juliet tried her best to dismiss it, he would always turn up before things got serious and she never expected him to do anything that would hurt Camila. It wasn’t until when one night on the phone Camila told her that Billy had kept forgetting to call her that she started to get worried.

After finishing a show in Houston, Juliet wandered up to the floor of the hotel where the band was staying and searched through the rooms of each member in search of Eddie. There had been a series of people invited back to various groups of parties by the band, but most of it had died out by then and people had returned to their rooms, some with their respected partners for the night. When she raised her hand to knock on one of the doors, she heard a bit of commotion from inside the room across the hall. She stopped her motion, assuming that the noise was either Eddie or someone who would know where he was, she turned and made her way over to the door, twisting the handle and pulling it open.

–

JULIET OPAL: I found Billy in a rather.. uncomfortable situation.

–

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” She made her way across the room, throwing clothes at the few girls spread littered the room. As his guests piled out the door and took their things with then, Juliet approached Billy, who was slumped across one of the white blanketed beds, and slapped him across the face, grabbing him by his collar in an attempt to wipe him out of his drunk stupor, “You have some fucking nerve, cheating on your pregnant wife, cheating on Camila!”

She let go of his collar, pushing him against the headboard of the bed, before storming out of the room to find Eddie and Graham in the hallway, having heard the commotion.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Graham questioned, stepping in front of her and holding up a hand to stop her from going any farther.

“Have you two been covering for him?” She asked, more demanded than asked, and shoved him away from her.

“Julie, listen-”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, Eddie! How dare you? You knew and you said nothing,” tears started welling up in the corners of her eyes as her voice stuttered, “Camila is back at home, depressed that her husband isn’t putting in the effort to pick up the fucking phone, and I’m sitting over here promising her that everything is fine, he’s just busy, and you’re just letting him do this? I pity the poor fucking woman who you end up with, having a husband who thinks doing that is okay.”

She stormed off down the hall, closing her hotel room door and locking it before throwing herself onto the bed, collecting herself before making her next move. After a few minutes of collecting herself, she stood up and approached the phone on the nightstand on the opposite side of the room. Nervously, she tangled her fingers in the cord while dialing the number of their house in Topanga Canyon.

“Hey, Cami?” She did her best to not sound like she had been crying when she spoke next, doing her best to paint a smile on her face that she hoped would sound through the phone, “I really think you should come out and spend a while out here with us. I-”

“Is everything okay, Julie?” That was it, she broke.

“No,” she spoke, clutching the phone cord in her left hand, “You need to get out here, as soon as humanly possible.”

–

JULIET OPAL: She flew out the next morning and met us before we left for our next stop.

–

The Six crowded into their van as they left for the next city on their stop. A heavy silence coated the air, Warren could’ve cut the tension with a swing one of his drumsticks. Eddie and Juliet were leaning against the back doors of the van, distant from the rest of the group who was at the front of the trunk, leaning into the front seat to try to create conversation.

“I’m still mad at you, y’know,” Juliet muttered, pursing her lips and staring out the window on the opposite door in an attempt to avoid eye contact with him.

“I know you are,” he put his arm around her, pulling her in closer and leaning her head against his shoulder, “I hope a piece of you understands where I was coming from not telling you.”

“I don’t, don’t think I ever will,” she licked her lips, “Unfortunately, given our circumstances, I don’t think it’s possible for me to stay mad at you much longer.”

“Oh, yeah?” A smile pulled across his face, turning to look at her as she still avoided his face, “How much longer are you thinking? Maybe through our next show?”

“I was thinking more until the next gas stop,” she smirked, “but if you prefer I wait until then..”

“No,” he cut her off, letting a breathy laugh slip, “until our next gas stop works fine for me.”

“Well in that case,” she readjusted herself against him, leaning more into his shoulder, “Wake me up once we’re back on the road.”

She closed her eyes and folded her arms as her head rested against him. He laughed and pressed a kiss into the hair on the top of her head, before moving his arm from her shoulders to around her waist and pulling her closer into him.

Soundcheck started at four that night, meaning that Juliet and Warren made their way inside at 3:45, never later, never earlier. The same routine, the only difference this time was that Eddie walked in alongside them, his arm looped around Juliet’s shoulders, leaning against her for support as they stumbled their way onto the stage, preparing to spend the next fifteen minutes messing around onstage.

Post-show, the band spread themselves throughout the bar in their hotel lobby, deciding who to invite to their actual party once the forced socializing was done. Juliet had herself leaned against a barstool, where she was chatting amicably with a young girl who went to school a few blocks from the venue and had heard about the band from her roommate.

“It’s good to know we’re actually expanding our audience, I’m sick of the same pervert guys who only come for a chance to get a peek at Karen or I in the bathroom,” Juliet leaned in and whispered, avoiding the listening ears of the group of college guys huddled around the pair, engaged in their own fake conversations. The girl, who had introduced herself as Susan, snorted in response, nearly spitting out her drink.

“I really don’t think you’ll like it if I tell you that my roommate heard about your band from her ex-boyfriend,” she laughed.

“Oh, you’re so right, I really do not like that,” she sighed, shaking her head as she laughed, “Whatever, all publicity is good publicity,” she raised her glass to Susan’s.

“Listen, I know this is kinda far shot,” Susan started, finishing her drink before sliding her coat on, “but I really have to get back to my room, but I like you. It’s so hard to find actual good friends and I know you’re like on your way to being a rockstar or whatever,” Juliet playfully rolled her eyes at the comment, “but could I maybe get the number for your house back home? Maybe next time you’re around here, I can come see you again?”

“Yeah, totally,” she scribbled out the number on the receipt the bartender had brought by when he saw Susan put on her coat and handed it to her, “I make no promises on when we’ll actually get back, but my friend, Camila, will be there so she can keep you as updated as possible and take a message if it’s really important.”

Susan said her final goodbyes and hunted down her roommate before leaving the bar, waving a final goodbye to Juliet as she did so. Juliet then made her way across the bar, hunting for anyone she knew who she could continue talking to.

“Hey,” a man stopped her in her efforts, handing out an opened beer for her to take, which she waved off and shook her head at, “you’re the girl who was singing up there right? You had the guitar, too?”

“Oh, yeah,” she extended her hand to him, smiling a bit, “I’m Juliet.”

“David,” he shook her hand, smiling down at her, “you were good up there. You guys have any more gigs lined up?”

“Yeah, we have a ton more shows, we’re in the middle of a tour right now, some fan you are,” she rolled her eyes, smiling at him as he laughed at her teasing.

“I must admit this is my first time hearing of you guys, but you’re good, hopefully it won’t be the last,” he smirked down at her.

“I mean, I can get you a copy of our tour schedule,” she laughed at his flirting, “you should be expecting to make a drive.”

“It might be easier if I just gave you my phone number? You could give me a call and let me know when I could come see you again.”

“That would be easier, wouldn’t it? I’ve never been into easy though,” she smirked, winking at him and brushing his shoulder as she slid past him and back into the crowd.

“What’d that guy want?” Warren asked, as she slid next to him on a leather couch in the corner of the room, he put his arm around her, briefly turning his attention away from the crowd of girls surrounding him.

“To fuck me,” she said bluntly, “luckily for me, I’m better at reading people than he thought. Have you seen Eddie?”

“Yeah, he went upstairs.”

“Like, with someone?” She asked, seemingly surprised by his response.

“Nah, just said he had a headache,” she settled back down and Warren raised an eyebrow at her, “Why? You’d be jealous if he had?”

“What? No,” she seemed surprised that he would even ask, “We’re not together.”

“Mhm,” he muttered, “to both of your dismay,” he turned away from her, placing his attention back on the girls that were swooning over him right next to their conversation.

“Whatever,” she muttered, standing back up and braving the crowd, to go find Eddie upstairs and talk to him about her night.

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noirvette · 2 years ago

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WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[NINE]

masterlist.

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cws: | alcohol consumption

Loving you seemed so easy, it was something that just felt natural to Kyle. He wasn’t sure when his feelings for you became apparent to him, but he knows it was life altering. You became something to Kyle, not that you weren’t something to him before, but now it was almost as if you gave him the feeling as if he was to drink a bunch of energy drinks. You became a breath of fresh air, a new high score, an award, to Kyle. Something he wanted to fight for, something he wanted to run after, to strive for.

So when you announced you and Kenny were dating, an exact week before he was going to ask you out (he had even circled the date, which was when you and him first became lab partners in a chemistry class), he lost hope, in love. He closed himself off from girls’ affection, instead opting to not get close to a girl again. Sure, it was nice to receive love letters in his locker on Valentine’s Day or get slipped the phone number of the waitress who’s serving him and his friends at a restaurant, but they weren’t you; they weren’t your love letters, it wasn’t your phone number (he already had your phone number but that’s neither here nor there).

Now, it’s been three years, of pining after you, of loving you, and Kyle still couldn’t let you go. He thinks that Kenny’s been changing on you, he doesn’t know why, he isn't even confident in that idea, but he’s determined to figure it out. The only issue is Kyle is laying on his bed, drunk and he knew he wasn't in the state of mind to even logically be thinking. In his drunken state, maybe Kyle was just pretending to see signs that weren't there out of jealousy.

This is why he doesn’t even like drinking, Kyle starts randomly speculating and then starts to hate himself for his own thoughts. But he can't help but down the bottle of liquor, not after seeing you with Kenny today, how loving you two were, he can’t help but wonder that in his love stricken clouded mind, if he was hating on Kenny so much solely because of jealousy. Maybe Kenny really was going through some issues of his own right now, maybe nothing is going on behind the scenes. “Maybe,” Kyle thought, “I’m the issue, here. Y/n has a great relationship, it’s not with me, but..she’s happy. That’s all I wanted her to have.”

And you are! You are happy, at least Kyle can only assume that after viewing your latest instagram post. Happy people, scratch that, happy couples, post things like that, miserable love sick losers who drink their life away after watching the girl of his literal dreams date one of his closest friends. Kyle groans, setting the liquor bottle on down on his night stand, and sits up. Putting his head in his hands he tries desperately to sober up.

“Jesus christ, I sound like Stan right now.” Kyle murmurs, he grabs the water bottle on his night stand, nearly knocking the liquor bottle off in the process, “Thank god for sober Kyle thinking of this,” he mentally notes, and takes a long sip. Besides him his phone goes off and he picks it up once more. Some of his twitter post notifications are going off and he scowls at the thought of opening up Twitter. Yet he does so anyway.

Kyle doesn’t know what exactly possessed him to check twitter; of all the social media he owns, Twitter was the worst of them all for him. Twitter meant he could see all the fans constantly talking about him, talking about you…talking about you and Kenny. Kyle groans and debates downing more alcohol to allow him to forget all about you and Kenny, until he sees a notification for a DM from Twitter. Kyle was used to DMs, some were fake scam messages about seeing if the band would perform for some “event”, some were those stupid influencers gushing about whatever was happening, and most were fans. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, maybe it was the need to escape from his shit filled life, or maybe it was just plain pure curiosity, but Kyle decided to open the DM. He was not expecting the messages he saw.

Well that certainly sobered Kyle up. He crosses his legs and frowns.

“What the fuck?” Kyle whispers to no one, dumbfounded, “who the hell is this?” Whenever Kyle tries to click on the profile, twitter shakes him off, just sending him right back into the DM messages with the account. The absurdity of this situation grips Kyle’s attention and he wasn’t fully sobered up, he definitely is now.

He was weighing his options on whether or not it was worth it to respond, taking a shot in the dark he decided he might as well. At the very least he could try and find out who owns this account. In the back of his mind there was a nagging feeling that this account was Cartman and his stupid ass just pulling a prank on him, but the idea that it might not be either was enough to make him really respond.

Kyle was bewildered. He had no idea what to even think as he read the messages over and over again. The account was still unaccessible and he had no way of finding who this was, there wasn't even a name at the top of the DM either. He had no idea what was planned at noon, and he had no idea what to suspect.

He just hoped he wouldn't wake up to being exposed and seeing his name trending.

TAGLIST: @captivq @kimiesstuff @bwljules @the-cooler-kira @1one1person1 @kenny-the-ken @neenieweenie @n0tangeliccc @revzxn @mirophobic @gonefiishiing @musiclovebot @bootsieboo @bonez4brainz @4xbei77 @1996kj @sweetadonisbutbetter @scinclaitnoir @okarigold

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #we never existed series

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just-orbiting-you · 7 months ago

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i’ll never forget publicity from that movie premiere where jungkook and taehyung are on a red carpet together. when jungkook goes live after coming home that night, he doesn’t EVEN MENTION that he was out with tae. crazy. i can’t help but feel he’s intentional.

Just reading through one of your last posts and this part really stuck out to me. I became a huge fan of BTS maybe a year and half ago, and as someone new to the fanbase, I unfortunately became a huge tkkr (in my defense their edited content was literally everywhere, with little to no pushback, and so it never crossed my mind as a newer fan to question it). But it was that live that I began to question things. I remember jungkook being somewhat down, and a little upset. It seemed like he was alluding to a situation while he was out with Tae, but didn't really elaborate, and I just thought it was weird that no one was mentioning it. It totally contradicted the message that fans were saying about Tae & JK just having this happy "finally free and real" red carpet moment in front of cameras, but I was like what do I know, I'm new here, so I brushed it off. Then Tae came live a few hours later and was talking about getting drunk and passing out and that Jungkook didn't, and so that kind of told me that Jungkook left Tae while he was drinking with his friends and went home to immediately start a live and talk to fans and cook. So it kind of dawned on me that something wasn't right with this whole tkk thing. And then the whole Jennie and Paris thing happened and I saw firsthand how fans were bending over backwards trying to come up with theories why that wasn't Tae with her, and I was like, yeah these people are not living in reality. Not to mention that Jungkook went live after, and genuinely seemed to happy and excited lol. That's when I started looking at things differently, and I started noticing other things that I probably would've dismissed before. Like how Tae would do this weird thing where he would go live just to mention Jungkook and then end it. But Jungkook when he wasnt pushing back on things Tae said, would actively avoid bringing up Tae, but with Jimin he would bring him and only him up randomly or spend hours watching his content, or comment on his lives and when he didn't he would make mention of things that happened in Jimin's live, meaning he made sure to watch them, it was just completely different energy. That live that Tae and Jimin did outside of Jungkook's house while he was live pretty much summed up their differences to me. Tae went live happy for the attention, and Jimin was more concerned about pulling attention away from Jungkook and wanting Tae to end the live because it wasn't right. And that to me said more to me.

thank you so much for sharing!! i appreciate you writing down how you felt, because it is kinda surreal hearing view being voiced by one group of people so loud and so believable, but realizing that they might have a skewed perspective.

That live that Tae and Jimin did outside of Jungkook's house while he was live pretty much summed up their differences to me. Tae went live happy for the attention, and Jimin was more concerned about pulling attention away from Jungkook and wanting Tae to end the live because it wasn't right.

i remember jimin saying in the live, like "leave the kid alone" "turn it off" and i think jimin just has an awareness and a foresight for certain things. why turn on a live right outside jungkook's house, when you can see the apartment in the shot. it wasn't right to do that to jungkook.

i just saw a clip from the live (forgive me i lost it on twitter) before they left for the military where jungkook says "after this live i have no more schedules" and tae and namjoon were like "set up a shoot! shoot something else!" and jimin said "no no you should rest and take care of yourself."

jimin just shows time and time again how much he cares about jungkook, in the way he supports jungkook's solo career, in the way he praises him and his talents, in the way they clearly have become such comforts and supports for each other.

i have never really felt that same bond with t@ekook, and the way you summed up last year in lives and interactions, i feel like the dichotomy is showcased well through their public interactions.

thanks again for sharing!

#anon ask #vminkook dynamics

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evanpeters75389 · 7 days ago

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It's because I really like talking about Evan. What do you know about the Coachella video—was it all staged? Did Evan, even though he was drunk and high, know he was being filmed? And how long is this fake relationship going to last?

I also like talking about Evan. I did my research and, by doing so, I connected some things. For example, the Coachella videos were purposely staged. The Instagram account that posted this video is called Backgrid USA. In this "company," paparazzi obviously work. They don’t just randomly walk around bothering celebrities—it’s the celebrities themselves or their agents who call the paparazzi and give them instructions on where to go and who to film.

Besides that, Evan has never behaved like this in public. PR contracts for fake relationships between celebrities (or between a celebrity and a low-profile person) still exist. For them, it’s just business. Evan is not a bad person, but for him, this is also part of his job. These contracts are very strict, and if the two parties who signed them don’t comply 100%, they risk paying a kind of penalty.

It’s in their best interest to follow the contract, even if it’s against their will. Unfortunately, most of the time, celebrities don’t have much say when it comes to their agents’ decisions. For example, if Evan’s agents have decided that he must be seen at public events with Natalie for a year, he has to do it because he signed a contract, even if he doesn’t like her. Besides fame and increased visibility, they also make money from it.

There’s much more to say… I tried to explain the main points, but if you want to know more, just let me know, and I’ll gladly write to you as soon as I can. 😊 And sorry for the long messages. 😅

People also think I'm jealous or crazy but you're right, it's not like that.. I didn't even believe it at first about the contract issue. I think Evan is a very good person and with a big heart and so I was "worried" at first I didn't understand, because I felt some strange vibes 🫤

Anyway, Evan has been on the rise as an actor since he won awards for Dahmer and Mare of Easttown. His agents want him to stay at the top of the game. Think about it: he is currently filming The Beauty series, the movie Tron: Ares will be released this year, and he and Sarah Paulson will probably be back for the thirteenth season of AHS. PR deals are also useful for this. They can not only help a low-profile person (like Natalie) gain notoriety, but they can also help a celebrity get publicity when they have new projects coming up.

Apparently, last year he had some public events he was invited to, and his agents found a girl to accompany him. First, they staged the Coachella video (to show people how the two of them "met"), and then they started with the public events, etc. To make the story as convincing as possible, they also involve friends or relatives of the two people who signed the contract. Most of the time, when Natalie posted Instagram stories, her friends were also present.

In August or September (I don’t remember exactly), Evan went to St. Louis, Missouri, for a charity event, and his brother Andrew and his sister Michelle were there too. Also, Natalie and Michelle follow each other on Instagram, as do Evan's parents. I don’t know if you’re aware of Natalie’s famous Instagram comments that she later deleted...

First, she said that she and Evan had a healthy friendship, then she contradicted herself, and finally, she decided to delete the comments. She did this on purpose to fuel gossip because it’s inevitable that we, as fans, will keep commenting. She did it intentionally to create doubts.

Even the video of Evan playing in the snow with a friend in New York... why didn’t she post it on her Instagram stories? She had to repost it later, probably because she no longer has permission to post about Evan on social media.

The contract states how many kisses must be given in public, how many times they can be seen together, where and when. Even the number of social media posts that one of them can make... remember, when a relationship is this public, where they keep throwing it in your face, there’s always something strange behind it.

Anyway, fake relationships don’t always last a year; they can last four, five, or six months, depending on the contract. We haven’t really seen them together for months (except for that last video of them playing in the snow, which could also be old), so it’s likely that it’s either ending or has already been over for a while. 👍🏼😊

#evan peters #evan peters fandom #evan thomas peters #coachella #celebrity #ai agents #public news #fake news #friends

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vodka-redbull-daily · 1 year ago

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November 18th, 2023 (Part 1)

*Graphic Sexual Content*

So when I was coming home from work, I got message by this guy asking if I wanted to meet up right then and it was already almost 1:00 in the morning. one of his very first messages to me was “ I have coke”. I told him I didn't really do drugs, so he offered me alcohol instead. that, I can get down with. I went to go pick him up from his friends condo so he didn't have to get an Uber. after that, we went back to his place and I was planning on spending the night. he had even suggested it since it's such a far drive for me. we got into his apartment and he made me a drink. he didn't have any red bull, so it was vodka and diet coke. he himself did the cocaine. so I guess we both kind of had Coke that night, but it was still very different.

His apartment was really nice. he's one of those super rich white people; he owns a bunch of bars in Austin some in Houston and a few in San Antonio. he does investments in real estate shit. basically, one of those rich people who came from rich background so they can spend money wherever they want to make more money. I mean, who else would be able to randomly afford a shit ton of coke. I really don't know that much about drugs but it did seem like a lot from what I've heard from movies and stuff. they usually measured in grams, as far as I know, and generally speaking I think I know about how much a gram is of something. unless cocaine is almost as light as a feather, that had to be like 50 to 60 G of coke. seems like a lot to me but maybe it isn't.

after he did a little bit of Coke, we kind of sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen and talked for a little bit. he had me connect my phone to his TV through Bluetooth so that I could play some music. we talked for a little bit, but that didn't last very long. I didn't even finish my full drink before we were making out and I was feeling him up through his pants. I wasn't even tipsy yet, but he had been drinking at his friend's house and it started doing coke once we got there, so I guess he was pretty… I don't really know what the term for drunk and high at the same time is but I feel like there probably is a word for that.

we went into his bedroom and for once ( an absolute miracle) I didn't have to suck his dick. instead, he went straight for putting it inside me. he didn't have any condoms, which is a really weird thing for somebody who's on that kind of a site to not have. I always tell people I'm not on birth control even though I am. better safe than sorry. he said that if we needed, we would just buy the morning after pill when we woke up. we didn't have sex for very long at all, probably like 5 minutes before he came. I don't know what's up with all these short-term guys recently. this is now twice in a row that I haven't cum During sex which is very strange for me. I normally cum so easily, but these guys just aren't lasting long enough to even get me worked up to that level.

after that, he cleaned up where he had made a mess on the bed sheets and we went back out to living room. after a minute or so, he talked about how it would actually be better if I just went home for the night. I hadn't finished my whole drink, but I was starting to feel a little bit tipsy and a little bit paranoid that maybe I had accidentally breathed in some of the coke that had been left over and his mustache. still, there's no point in me staying if he didn't want me there and he had already paid me the $400 I'd ask for. so, he walked me down through the lobby past the security guard who had let us in the first place and I got my car and went home.

my paranoia was even worse as I was driving home because there were so many cops on the road. Since at this point I was a little tipsy, and really thought that I might be a little bit High, I was extremely nervous the whole drive. I texted D---- that I was on my way home and a bunch of cops were following me. there was at least one right on my tail, but I didn't want to go any faster cuz I didn't want to give him a reason to pull me over. my registration is expired, I don't have insurance right now, my check engine lights on, and I was a little bit tipsy. even without the possibility of me having accidentally snorted some of that cocaine, it would have been really bad if he had pulled me over. there were several more cops just kind of hanging around us on the highway, going it just the right speed to where I couldn't lose them, but they won't passing me. they finally all exited the highway when I started to get out of Austin. I guess they turned back to circle the area again. it was Friday night. they must have just been trying to fill a quota. although, I did pass at least one more on the way home way outside of the Austin limits.

once I was home, I was all snuggled in bed and getting ready to go to sleep when M--- texted me again. he was talking about how he shouldn't have kicked me out, how he wanted to have sex again, how he wanted me to come back. on the one hand, I was extremely unsatisfied so I did kind of want to go back and have sex again, but there were just too many cops out and it was such a long drive. I told him that and that I probably wouldn't be coming back tonight, but maybe we could do something tomorrow. I also had just masturbated to satisfy that urge. I really don't understand why he kicked me out in the first place, but it doesn't really matter that much to me.

#blog #daily blog #suagr baby #suagr dating #vodka redbull #my writing #spilled thoughts #daily journal #journal

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d3n4sh1aaaa · 1 year ago

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November 27th, 2023. 5:04am

i'm working my last overnight shift of the year, well? maybe. I'm not the typical overnight person but it's been relaxing while it lasted. I don't even know where to start off, i guess the best way to describe how i feel is overwhelmed? scared? nervous.. anxious confused? all of them at once. I've met someone, And it is honestly the most pure of interactions i've ever had with someone in my life. Here's the background; we went to high school together but never actually acknowledged each other. During the peak of covid's arrival i selfishly had a Halloween party and he randomly showed up, i was drunk out of my MIND! you seemed cool, but we still haven't interacted with me. Years go by i see you at the bar. Friendly interaction but i put no thought into it. One random day you messaged me asking if you can work with me because you have experience. At this time i was currently going through multiple loses so i didn't put any thought into hanging with you to celebrate getting hired. I'm distant, but i haven't forgotten our planned smoke session and our first time hanging out, to new co-workers! i'm so excited for the both of us. I was working an overnight and seen you as i walked in the team room and you smiled so hard at me despite how sleepy you actually were. This is the first time i'm seeing you sober, not running into you, fully taking in your presence. I can't even explain already the intense spark i felt instantly when i looked into your eyes. i brush this off. A week later goes by and i finally agree to hanging out with you. I picked you up and we smoked in front of my house. I shared all the crazy tea and stories and expectations to have while working at our job. It was nice. After you had asked to hangout with me a few times but i brushed them under the rug, i didn't want too simply. I folded at this point. Here we are, hanging out with our HS friend talking and vibing. It was a great time. I see you again and we go for an L ride. We drove to a pretty view and talked for a little while and smoked. I observed you being very shy, but thats okay. You're quiet, but its not uncomfortable. I can sit next to you without any issue. We drive back home and get stuck in 2 hour traffic on the high way due to a care being on fire, fuck. I look over at you and you're leaned back, both of our phones die at this point. i leaned back and we both fell asleep. As we wake up we laugh at how long it took, i apologized because i know thats not how he wanted to spend his Saturday night, he said it's not my fault and not for nothing, had a great time. We see each other again, and again, and again. Just smoking and talking, getting to know one another. This night was so special for me. You waited for me to get out of work because you needed a friend, and i was there. we met up at a parking lot and you felt so comfortable telling me your problems. We talked, and you drove me to a pretty view. We shared some deep trauma to each other. We both smiled and agreed is stays between us. i did it, i broke your shell. As we're driving you played a lil peep song and it brought me back to my teenage years. I found my peep match. We both get super excited as we exchange songs. We're driving to my friends house to hangout because the night is still young. As we're sitting next to each other we're even more conversive than we ever were. it felt like it was only me and you in the room. We left and drove back to your car and you looked at me like you didn't want the night to end. I gave you a hug and told you to be safe. The next day, i checked up on you and you called me an angel. I'm gathering you don't have genuine people in your life. You've been hurt before. As days go by i see you after work, maybe even before. We talk about nothing and everything at the same time. We've been hanging out every day at this point, and it feels very nice. i enjoy your company. You say little sweet things that aren't flirtatious but out of kindness, and its sweet to me. I notice the little things that make you happy and also put a huge smile on my face. pt 2-

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lyon-amore · 2 years ago

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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 18

Chapter 17 ————————————————————————————-

*Macie POV*

I turn off the alarm and cover myself with the sheet. I have to get up to go to work, but I don't want to. I need a good reason to go to work. I hear the chat notification sound and try to reach the mobile. As soon as I unlock it, I gasp as I read the messages I sent to Jake last night. "No, no, no, no, did I send this?!" ask, looking at Henry "Oh, of course, you weren't there… But did I send this to him?!"

This was better than a cup of coffee to get rid of the hangover, seeing that I wrote ridiculous messages to the man I like. I don't think I'm going to be able to look him in the face today, what a shame... Oh…Yeah…I highly doubt he wants to see me after kicking me out of his apartment …He's lucky he's a nice person or I would have ratted him out.

I get another notification from Richy saying if I've seen the screenshot of Phil's conversation One by one everyone please! I can't have more than one thought at a time today. I don't think Cleo is right to accuse people randomly and without proof, she would have to keep calm. Richy doesn't want to believe that Phil is the kidnapper because of the mark of the raven. Also, it's strange: It's Cleo who's gone for Phil, but is it Richy who gets the mark? It's clearly not Phil. It seems that he also often treats girls to free drinks. It's good for me then for when I go to Duskwood sometime, because with everything that's going on, I'll need it. The first and last time I got drunk was in college. There I promised myself not to do it again and Surprise, surprise! I was the dumbest idiot on the planet because I've never been disappointed like this. This time I do promise not to drink again.

I see Aiden and walk over to him. When I stop him, he looks at me with a disappointed face. "Hey…" I start to say, embarrassed about last night. "How do you feel?" He asks me awkwardly. "I'm sorry for what I put you through" I apologize, covering myself with my bag, as if I were shielding myself from the nonsense I did ", the truth is… I didn't even feel like going…" He looks puzzled and crosses his arms. "And why didn't you say so from the beginning?" His voice of him being disappointed pierces my brain. I want to sink my head into the ground like ostriches "I would have understood." "Because I was angry with someone..." We walked into the building, continuing to talk. "And you wanted to ''revenge'' by using me," he draws out the word 'revenge', arching an eyebrow when he looks at me. "It's not even like me, really" and it's true, I've never done anything stupid like this. I took my disappointment too far, dragging down the wrong people ", I'm so sorry Aiden, I promise never to speak to you again.” He rolls his eyes, and laughs. "If you had told me it's to make a guy jealous, I would have helped you" he winks at me, along with a laugh ", you may not feel the same as me, but I always aim to help my friends." I smile at him shaking my head, He's even worse than me last night. "I don't think it's necessary anymore," I explain, and we get into the elevator. I can notice how some people look at me badly "He... For now I think we should stay away until our situation improves." “You texted him drunk." “I texted him drunk." “Rule number two: Don't have your phone handy when you're drunk. It never goes well. " "And what about rule number one?" "Never get drunk." Oh good. He could have given me that advice BEFORE I got drunk.

I work slowly and there are times when I almost fall asleep. I have to stay awake anyway... "HOW DID YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT? " Lian yells at me and I cover my ears, throating as I complain. "Don't yell," I say, frowning. "Good, I remember few details, but as soon as I lay down on the bed, I stayed there, sleeping." "Can you tell what happened to you last night?" She leans on the table, looking at me as if she were my mother "Everyone is talking about it, even after yelling that you wanted to fuck Aiden they fear for their lives." “Oh God, no…” I grab my bag and bury my face in it. Lian takes it from me and points a finger at me. She is furious. "That's what you get from drinking. Have you learned your lesson?" "Believe me… Too well…" I remember at least the conversation with Brian because I was more lucid talking about how much I liked Jake, even though I didn't name him "Did Brian say anything to you?" "Tell me you didn't propose to fuck him." "No! Besides, Besides, Brian isn't that great either." She gives me a dirty look and crosses her arms. "Well, no, he hasn't said anything to me, why? Have you told him something? Is it about me?" Good, I'm saved. I’m glad Brian didn't tell her in the end. "No, just in case I said something stupid, nothing more." "Then don't worry, he hasn't said anything to me." It's good to know that her husband isn't interested in romance stories other than Lian and him. And more being Lian the center of his world. Damn, how romantic. I hate them. I decide to go to the building to see Jake. But… I stare at the front door, should I go in? I don't dare to see him yet and maybe he doesn't want to see me after what happened. And surely if I tell him what I suspect about him and what I investigated, plus that I have a friend who works for the government, he will surely disappear forever. I remove my hand from the knob and turn around, approaching the cats. Again they have food and water. I bend down and pet them, listening to their purrs. I look up, and narrow my eyes, coming to see a shadow in the window. Or so I think... Maybe guilt makes me think he's watching me. I pick up my phone hoping to receive a message from him telling me 'I've seen you, come up. We must talk.’ But no.

I go to the cafeteria and talk to Cleo for a while. Anything that makes me forget about this situation a bit.

No. As much as I talk to Cleo, I still remember Jake's yell telling me it's dangerous for both of us. Only this time, I don't feel like drinking alcohol. I've already learned my lesson: No alcoholic beverages. There is nothing better than coming home after a day at work. I look at my phone, trying to gain some strength to look for some clue to find Hannah. All I can see are lots of mixed numbers, symbols and colors. I can't concentrate. "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved with you like this…" I want to cry again. I'm stupid, I shouldn't have pressured him to be close, and we ended up getting hurt in the end.

I caress my lips remembering that were close to Jake. He really did want to kiss me… What would have happened if we had kissed in the end? Would he have regretted it later? Or perhaps… I better stop thinking about this, because I'm hurting myself.

Again, the unknown demands a video call. After the last video, I don't think anything worse is going to happen, right? I accept the call and keep an eye on the screen. The forest again... No... Something peeks out of a tree.

I let out a scream and drop my phone when I see the kidnapper wearing a mask. Ridiculous, I know, but like I said, it's real. This person can hurt Hannah. When it ends, I don't doubt it for a second. I need Jake. I need you by my side. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Jake? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I start to bite my nails. He doesn't answer. Did he see the video? Or maybe since he knows I'm not in Duskwood he doesn't care about the video? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Where are you? 😩 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No... He won't be gone... Right? It is gone? He has left me alone? I start to write a "Jake please I need you I'm scared" but I end up deleting it. I put my phone down on the coffee table and stretch out on the sofa, hugging my knees. I don't want to go to bed after this video. Can something else happen? During work I find out that Thomas has gone to Alfie to ask him about Hannah and the man without a face, shaking him! But what did he think?! He is a kid! I massage my temples, trying to understand him. I understand his concern BUT TO DO THAT TO A CHILD! "Can they sit still for just FIVE MINUTES?" I ask myself, trying to calm myself, I'm not asking for much...

Huh? Something weird happens here... I look at all my co-workers who start muttering and looking at me, what now? Still haven't recovered from the party? Another notification... "What now?" I pick up my phone annoyed. Lilly… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly I just uploaded this to Youtube I hope you understand now how serious I am ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<<A video… Let's see what he said now. >> I sigh and hit play. The video begins with her sitting on a chair. "Hello my name is Lilly Donfort. The missing girl Hannah Donfort is my sister" introduction, okay "and I know who's behind her disappearance" what? How does she know? "Some time ago, my sister sent us a cell phone number. At that point, she had already been got missing" What is she hinting at? ". In the meantime the woman of this number belongs to has intend infiltrate into our circle of friends and trying to get information about Hannah, her friends, and my family Yeah, because that's called INVESTIGATION "This woman has have know a unknown man" No, no, no, no, what is she doing?! She's going to put him in danger! "This man has illegally accessed my sister's private data, spied on us, even threatened us in multiple occasion" Stop Lilly! You're going to get him into trouble! "I'm really sure that these two people are the real perpetrators" WHAT?! ". Therefore, it seems also may be there behind the dead body that was recently found in Duskwood" But... what is she saying? "I’m in possession on both cell phones numbers as well a personal information and I prepare to have this over to anyone who is willing to help " Oh God! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING LILLY?! "Please!" She takes a breath, as if she is relaxing. Is it normal that everything is spinning? "I want my sister back. Help me find Hannah and bring this two kidnappers to justice." I stare at Lilly as the video ends. No… This can't be happening… right? “Meyers texted and said Macie's phone number was one of the two." "Is what Petunia Meyers said true? Is the number Macie's?" "So Macie is guilty?" One by one they all whisper behind my back and I can't react. I can't stop looking at my phone... I'm... But what? No… It can't be happening right? "Macie? Can you tell what everyone is saying?" Lian approaches my table, and even Aiden follows behind her. "How are you involved in a kidnapping?" I stare at them, unable to breathe. I squeeze the phone hard. Lilly…Lilly! LILLY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I didn't answer them and I got up from my chair, taking my things. I hear them asking me questions about who Lilly is, why she blames me, and who this man is who says he's spying on her and her friends.

I manage to see Jessy make an appearance, defending me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy Are you nuts Lilly??? What have you done?! 😠 Lilly I did what had to be done Macie I am supposed to be the kidnapper? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I can't believe what she has done. If I had her in front of me right now I would pull her hair. I'm sick of everyone treating me the way they want or humiliating me! "Miss Connors!" I hear Christian behind me down the hall. "Explain to me what's happening right now?" "Sorry, but I have to go!" I yell without looking back. Christian grabs my arm and I try to pull away. "This is serious! This is something that can tarnish our image as journalists!" I stop moving and look at him. This is what I was referring to. Everything always involves what they will say about me. I'm tired. "Do you know Christian?" I start to say, in a tone of rage, "You should stop thinking so much about me and stick your ego worries up you ass." I snap out of his grasp and walk again. "Macie Connors! Come back right now!" I ignore him and enter the elevator, returning to the chat. I have to take care of Lilly now, but not here. If I keep listening to all these people, I'm going to go crazy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy I am just completely speechless right now Richy Hey y’all 😁 What’s going on here? 🤨 Macie There is a black sheep in our group And the sheep is called Lilly ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I can't believe what she's done. Will Jake be okay? This can affect him too. It's incredible that this is happening. What is going to become of us?! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas Lilly, is that true? Macie and this hacker guy are behind Hannah's disappearance? Macie Of course it’s not true! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas! But what are you saying! How can you doubt us now after all we've done?!

I arrive at a floor and see how those who were waiting for the elevator look at me. No, no, no... The rumor can't have spread so fast, right? I must relax. I'll ignore them and return to the conversation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly It’s impossible that you don’t see how suspicious Macie and Jake are! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

How… how do she know his name? How do she know his name is Jake? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dan Who the hell is Jake? Macie The hacker Richy The hacker’s name is Jake? 🤨 Dan No clue Lilly You see? It is impossible that someone, who is trying so hard his identity, is just looking to help Macie Where is your proof against Jake and I? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I end up getting my first text from a guy named Wallace, asking me what I've done with Hannah. This cannot be happening…

And of course she has no proof. Where was she going to get those proofs? Jake hasn't even told me anything about him regarding his privacy, he's always careful, which means there isn't even anything about him on the internet if you're looking for a man who looks the same as Jake. Maybe he doesn't even have social networks, how then can she know his name?

I have to tell Jake that he delete the video. Even Richy tells me. I hope he will listen to me this time, the matter also has to do with him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie I need you help! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I get to the ground floor and see some policemen at the entrance asking at the reception, did it really spread so fast?

I hide in the bathrooms and receive another text from a stranger named Elenor, saying that she knew Hannah. I try to make her understand that I have nothing to do with this, but she doesn't believe me . And she has the face to tell me that she has seen me with her. How else if I not know her?

New message from Richy. Great… Thanks for the encouragement… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Richy I don't want to cause a panic, but Lilly's video has over 4000 views already 😑 4221 views Macie Knock it off Richy 😤 Richy Sorry 😐 Macie Jake is not coming online Richy This is the first time I find it concerning 😅 Dan Pf. He took off long ago Macie He would never do that Dan Well, I would if I was him After such severe accusations Macie I would never forgive Lilly for that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

What he has gone? No, I don't think so. Jake wouldn't abandon me like this…would he? Although before I thought that he was going to leave me because of the tension between us, this is more serious. Please, may he not have abandoned me.

The police must have already gone to the elevator to pick me up. I don't have to talk to them at the moment, I have to take care of another matter.

I have to do something with Lilly and immediately. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie I would like to hold a vote on Lilly Cleo What? Richy 😶 Macie An eye for an eye Lilly Is that supposed to be a joke? Macie Quite the opposite ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm not going to let Lilly continue in the group after what she's done. She could sink our lives! Endangering Jake's if it's true that he's the one the government wants! She is a danger even for the investigation, it is better that she is out so that she stops giving us problems.

I get herself to leave the group after an argument, I even get Jessy on my side with what happened. I manage to get to the apartment with some fear that someone could have followed me. I slam the door hard. It has to be inside, right? Please, let him be inside….

Nothing.

Jake's not in the apartment. "Where has he been?" I mutter between my teeth "please, tell me you haven't left..." Staying here will do me no good. I don't know where he may have gone. I will go home, surely the police will go there to look for me. *Jake POV*

I arrive at the apartment after having moved a little away from the city. Upon entering, I go straight to the computer, seeing a couple of messages from Macie asking me for help. I hadn't touched the computer until now. I couldn't be on it and see her messages. If she was happy or if she was still angry. Now, seeing these messages, I am clear that I must finally respond. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Hello Macie. Macie I am glad to see you! Jake What happened? Macie I'll explain what happened Lilly published a video She is accusing us both! Now everyone believes it! You have to delete the video immediately! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put my hands to my head, thinking about the situation. I have to not only fix the video but eliminate all the evidence we have in this room and get the hell out of here before they find me. I'm sure they'll find me soon.

Shit, shit… This can't be happening! It can't happen! I have to calm down, Macie can tell I'm nervous and it would make her nervous. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I am going to take care of it. Macie Please hurry I am going to let the others know ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look around the room. All the work that Macie has done. I have to destroy everything before they come after me and suspect us more. Her. Shit… She must be having a hard time. And I can't be next to her. "I have no choice but to destroy all this" I muttered, starting to throw everything on the floor and going for the stove ", but before that, I have to take care of Lilly." Please, that she can trust me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

??? Lilly, I am sorry but I do not have much time, so I will cut to the point. You need to delete that video, not only because you hurt Macie, but also you and your family. Lilly Wow, now you really deign to talk to me, eh? Kidnapper! Assassin! Give me back my sister! ??? Lilly, please trust me, I had nothing to do with Hannah's disappearance. Lilly I don't believe you ??? I understand, but it is a security issue. And not only for that. You do not know it yet, but we are connected. Lilly ENOUGH! I don’t want more lies! Give me back my sister! I just want that! ??? Lilly please listen to me! I am your brother! Lilly NO! I would know perfectly well that I have a brother! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I clench my teeth hard. I didn't want to do this, but it's a last resort for me to delete the video. I am attaching a picture of her father and my mother, in a romantic way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

??? You probably won't believe me. But I am risking enough for you to see how important it is to me that none of the three of you are in danger because of me. The government is looking for me and this can also affect your family. Please delete that video, not for me, but for Macie, Hannah, and the rest of your family. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly goes offline and I pray it worked.

Now it only remains for me to disappear.

Chapter 19

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strangelysamantha · 4 years ago

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crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills.

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

request? nope, but requests are open :)

a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him, especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away.

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks.

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer.

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?”

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

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the-chicken-or-the-banana · 4 years ago

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part 2 here <3

andrew is very loud about being gay.

he doesn't really "flaunt it" that much in college

but it gets to the point where he just wants to prove to kevin that yes, he can be successful and gay

so really, it all starts with a bet

anyway. neil has so many videos of andrew getting drunk in front of him and waxing poetic about boys (one in particular)

"neil. neil. this guy has such nice eyes. and ass"

*sigh* "andrew that's a picture of me"

"woahhhh"

but these are (mostly) all private moments

andrew isn't super open in front of others, considering how reserved he is in public

that all changes four years after going pro.

there are some days where queer people just feel exceptionally us and we just want to tell everyone we know

(but being closeted kinda... makes that hard. ahem.)

andrew isn't exempt from these feelings

and one day, the morning of a major interview, he's just hit with the sudden urge to tell someone that he's gay

it's bursting inside him, a physical feeling he can't push down behind the apathy

he tries to ignore it as best as he can and goes to the interview with his team

it's pretty chill. the team is playing a game called "Truth or Drink", where if you don't say truth... you drink?

so everyone's getting tipsy while andrew sits quietly in the corner of the sofa

eventually, one of his teammates realizes that no one had asked andrew anything yet, so when it's her turn, she turns to andrew

"andrew! truth or drink?"

andrew blinks slowly, a bit surprised that the question was directed to him

he considers his options. that weird feeling is still bubbling up inside his stomach and he figures alcohol will probably make things feel worse

so after a moment, he glances up at her and says quietly "truth"

she looks gleeful

after a bit of drunk conferring with some other teammates, she faces andrew with a glint in her eyes

"so," his teammates lean forward. "do you have a girlfriend?"

andrew groaned internally. of course this is the one thing they'd ask their most private, closed-off teammate

"no," he scowled. he was going to leave it at that, really, but his mouth moved faster than his mind and before he could stop himself, he blurted out "i do have a boyfriend though"

there was a moment of silence

then everyone started talking over each other, asking questions and demanding to learn more. andrew slumped in his seat, mentally preparing for the next 30 minutes

a few days later, the interview drops

predictably, the internet goes wild

fans speculate wildly about which guy andrew minyard could possibly be dating

it ranges to other exy players to celebrities to random students from PSU

neil and andrew don't come out for a while though

but in that gap, between andrew being out as gay and actually revealing that he's dating neil abram josten, andrew is pretty vocal about his sexuality

it starts with donations to LGBTQ+ groups and messages of support on social media

lots of sports fans (and people in general) understand how revolutionary it is to have an out athlete of this caliber

so they're constantly putting out encouraging messages

and after all this support, andrew eventually becomes a bit more... lax about what he posts

it starts with this on twitter:

yeah... andrew breaks the internet again

nicky tweets out an unholy amount of keyboard smashes

and andrew just... keeps posting gay memes

you can't go a single interview without andrew randomly interjecting the fact that he's gay

there are compilations on youtube like "andrew minyard being a gay icon for 17 minutes" or "20 minutes of andrew minyard being fruity af"

(andrew finds these far too funny — every time he comes across one of these, he just has to share it on social media)

andrew ends up on the face of so many queer magazines and pride events and such

of course, there are some shitty homophobic people

but every time a kid comes up to him and tells him how he inspired them to come out, those people become easier and easier to forget about

needless to say, by the time he and neil come out, andrew's already pretty comfortable with sharing his sexuality on the internet

being out as a couple, though? well, that's just a whole other story

LOOK OUT FOR PART 2 IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS it's abt andrew and neil coming out istg it's a mess but a very fun one lmao

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whorefordazai · 4 years ago

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Hi, please ignore this if you aren't taking requests at the moment.

So recently, I came out to my girlfriend as nonbinary. I thought I was trans male for a while, but recently discovered that nonbinary just fits me more. Shortly after that she texted me, to break up with me. She said something along the lines of "it was difficult even when you thought you were trans, but nonbinary is just too much for me"

If you're comfortable with writing it, could I request dazai, chuuya, akutagawa (and maybe fyodor if you want) comforting reader when they're dumped after coming out to their partner?

Usually I wouldn't go anonymous to request something, but I'm honestly humiliated by it, and it's causing a lot of negative thoughts and feelings.

I hope you're having a good day, ily ♡

Hey bestie👋first, I just wanted to say that ilysm and you are valid for who you are! I must admit, I also had a point in my life where I thought I was a trans male, but later on decided I’m fine as a she/they😅(gender is still something I could give less fucks about) I struggled a lot during those years to figure out who I am. And rejection, especially from someone you love-I know that feeling all too well🏃🏼‍♀️It’s okay to feel many things right now. But just know that regardless of who you are, this blog will always be a safe space💗message me anytime bae and take care of yourself <3

comforting you through a break up

ft. dazai | chuuya | aku x gn! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Dazai

This man would be an amazing distraction for your negative thoughts.

He might not be able to understand exactly how you feel, but he will do everything in his power to make you laugh!

For example, he’d randomly take you out at the most bizarre hours.

He’d push you awake at like 3am to help him break into an amusement park😭

“W-what? Dazai, where are we going?”

“To an amusement park! Where else?”

“IT IS STILL DARK OUTSIDE.”

Late night adventures to make sure you’re both sleep deprived the next day😁

He’d make sure to tell you that you’re a bad bitch and there are plenty of people other there who want your hot ass💗

Hyping you up 24/7

There isn’t a dull moment between the two of you.

But sometimes, the both of you can enjoy the peace and comfortable silence that takes over when no one is speaking. It’s almost serene.

But don’t worry, his antics aren’t over!

He’d ask you to commit double suicide with him even more than usual

“Darling! Let us take the pain of broken hearts and jump off a bridge! ◕‿◕”

“ó‿ó?”

Chuuya

When you first told him, he was a little bit pissed😳

Only because he couldn’t even imagine someone rejecting you for such a silly reason.

“You’re perfect just the way you are.” He’d mutter, patting your back. (Give him a break, he’s bad at consoling people😭)

(If you drink) he’d take you drinking with him. Of course, if you’re more sober than him, you’d have to witness his drunk thoughts and actions.

“C-Chuuya! I think you should get down from the bar...”

“NO.”

You miserably watch him from the corner (recording on your phone) pretending to strip on the bar table, moving a seductive arm up his leg.

It’s either you and or him doing the stripping on the bar babe🙄

He wouldn’t be one to exactly talk about “feelings” but he will always be there to support you (even though he won’t outright admit it🙄🦶)

If you randomly break down and start crying, he’d awkwardly look in every direction but yours like “ಥ_ಥ”

With no ideas on how to make you stop crying, he’d place his fedora on your head to cover your eyes ( ･_･)♡ (😖💗)

You’d furiously thank him, and he’d just mutter an “alright, alright😒🙄”

(He knows he’s secretly the best)

Chuuya knows rejection all too well, so he would be able to empathize on your situation.

He may not be the best at coping mechanisms, but this man would go to the ends of the earth to make you feel better🤸‍♀️

Akutagawa

Let’s be honest, this man has even worse coping mechanisms.

When you first told him, he’d be silent for a moment. He’d cough into his hand and say “I’d like to have a talk with this...exᇂ_ᇂ”

He said that with the full intent of murder ◔_◔

Don’t get him wrong, if he cares about you as much as he does for Gin, his first instinct will be to eliminate any person who hurts you🏃🏼‍♀️💨

You quickly nervous laugh and tell him not to murder anyone pls ಥ‿ಥ

Even though he can’t relate to your situation, he does understand rejection and how shitty one can feel.

Other then that, he really has no clue what to do and how else to help you.

So he goes to Gin ◕﹏◕

He actually listens to Gin’s advice. “Just be there for them. That’s all they need right now.”

His mind: “be there for them ಠ~ಠ?”

He doesn’t know what that exactly means, but he has an idea that he’s supposed to be next to you all the time.

Determined to make you feel better, he ends up following you everywhere👩‍🦯

“Um, Ryu...are you following me everywhere ◔_◔?”

He’d cough, and look at you with an emotionless expression.

“I’m being there for you ᇂ_ᇂ”

He’s trying his best, pls let him follow you😭

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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You Belong With Me

Chapter 5 of In Breakable Heaven!!

Summary: Penelope has a Halloween party!

Warnings: none

Word Count: ~3100

You woke up slowly, not realizing you were on the couch with another human. As usual, you tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but instead of landing on the other side of your bed you land squarely on the floor between your couch and coffee table. Spencer shifted on the couch to look down at you as the two of you burst into laughter.

“Are you okay?” He struggled to get the words out through the laughter.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” Finally managing to stand up, you grab the trash from the night before and throw it out. Spencer grabs the dishes from behind you and loads them into the dishwasher. You are about to offer Spencer some breakfast when he breaks the silence.

“I should probably get going, but, uh, I can’t find my phone.” You can’t help but smile at the dejected look on his face.

“It probably sunk into the couch, here” you hand him your phone “You can call it while I look under the cushions.” He takes your advice, dialing his phone and holding yours up to his ear.

“It’s ringing.” You can hear it begin to vibrate as you remove cushions from the couch. “Got it!” You hold the phone up victoriously, answering the call. “Hello Doctor. What can I do for you?” You can’t help but tease him a little. He hangs up your phone, trading it for his.

“Thank you. I really do have to go, but I’m really glad I got to see you again.” “Me too. I mean, I don’t have to go. I live here. I just meant I’m really happy I got to see you again too. And now you have my phone number, so we can talk more!” You force yourself to stop rambling before you say something even more embarrassing.

He just grins at you, glad to not be the one rambling for once, and waves goodbye as he says “I’m looking forward to it.”

Around 4 PM a couple days later, you get a text from Spencer. You two had been texting pretty consistently since he left your apartment. But this text feels like a birthday gift from up above when you read the five simple words. Not that you would tell him today is your birthday. That would be weird to just randomly bring up.

From Spencer: “Are you busy right now?”

To Spencer: “Nope. I just got back from the bookstore.”

It takes what feels like eternity for him to respond. Unbeknownst to you, he is pacing his apartment, working up the nerve to press send.

From Spencer: “Do you want go see a movie? There’s a new Scream that just started in theaters and since Halloween is right around the corner, I thought it might be fun.”

You can’t help but squeal a little when you read and reread the message.

To Spencer: “I would love to! I love Halloween.”

From Spencer: “Great, I can pick you up at 5?”

To Spencer: “See you then”

You instantly drop what you were working on to get ready. You have to pick out something to wear that says you’re interested but isn’t too much for going to see a movie. You decide on a pair of dark wash jeans, black combat boots, and a light sweater that ties in the back. It’s cute, comfy, and very fall. Just as you finish your mascara, you hear a knock on your door. You grab your purse and swing it open to find Spencer standing there in a black button up, dark jeans, a maroon cardigan, and of course, black converse. He looks incredible. You can feel the blush on your cheeks as he looks at you. “Ready to go?”

“Yep, just let me grab my keys.” And with that, the two of you are walking back down to his car. You arrive to the theater 15 minutes before the movie, the perfect amount of time to get some snacks! You insist on buying the popcorn and sweet treats since he bought the tickets. You make your way into the theater and see it’s mostly empty except for a few people in the back. You find two seats in the middle and sit down. You’re honestly a little nervous because even though you love scary movies and haunted houses, you still get freaked out pretty easily. The scare is why you love it, but also why you’re nervous.

“Are you okay?” Spencer’s question cuts off your train of thought.

You decide to answer honestly “yeah, I love scary movies. I just… get scared… Wow that was stupid.” You can feel the blush creeping up again as you try to come up with a better way of describing it.

“That’s not stupid at all. It’s really all because of adrenaline and other fear induced hormones. It is common for people to seek out adrenaline inducing situations because the brain itself won’t determine how much danger you are in. It only recognizes the fear and produces adrenaline to combat it.” You inadvertently cut him off when you hug him, muttering a quiet thank you. He’s too distracted by the scent of your perfume to continue on about adrenaline.

Ten minutes in and the movie hasn’t been that bad yet. You can’t tell if you’re disappointed or glad you aren’t screaming like crazy. Just as you let your guard down, there’s a jump scare that has you grabbing Spencer’s arm for safety. He laughs, seemingly unfazed by the cheap scare, and shifts so he is holding your hand. “Just squeeze my hand when you’re scared” he whispers in your ear. You feel the butterflies again as you nod at him. You squeeze his hand on and off throughout the rest of the movie, blushing when his thumb starts to rub circles on your hand.

When the movie is over, the two of you decide to go across the street to a diner for some real dinner. You are right in the middle of eating breakfast for the third time that day when both your phones go off. Glancing down, you see a text from Penelope.

From PG: “Y/N!! I am having an impromptu Halloween party and I do not want to hear it that you are too busy. Get your butt over here by 9!!”

To PG: “You got it! Costume?”

From PG: “Of course! I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You look up at Spencer “Penelope’s party?” You immediately try to think of a costume you can pull together from what you’ve got at home. It’s already October 27th, but you hadn’t planned a costume yet.

“Yep, I guess I have to go find a costume.” Spencer replies, running his hands through his hair.

“Same here. I have no idea what I’m going to wear.”

“I can drop you back at your apartment if you want? So you can get ready.” You sigh, he is obviously right but you were hoping the night would last a little longer.

“That would be great, thank you.” At least you know you’ll see him soon.

Getting ready goes a lot easier than you anticipated. You pull together a young, country Taylor Swift costume with denim cutoff shorts, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, a navy tank top, and a matching flannel. You decide to grab your acoustic guitar just to add to the look. It’ll work. You finish your makeup and leave in a hurry. Penelope is not one to be kept waiting.

You get to Penelope’s apartment at 9:02. “What took so long? I thought you would be right over after I texted.” She scolded as she opened the door.

“I wasn’t home, so I had to go home and throw together a costume” you laugh as she looks you up and down, doing a little twirl. She looks you in the eye before confirming your costume “Country Taylor Swift, not bad.”

“Why thank you! Might I add you make an incredible vampire!” You say, lifting your hat off your head. Penelope just rolls her eyes and opens the door wider for you to come in. You immediately spot the rest of the team as other the other guests. Emily, Derek, JJ – who brought Will - Hotch, and Rossi. You didn’t know them all that well, but apparently you made a good impression since you were invited back. You aren’t sure if Spencer has told them anything about the two of you hanging out, so you decide not to say anything either. Instead, you admire everyone’s costumes.

Emily is dressed as Black Widow in a tight all leather getup. Derek matches Penelope’s vampire costume, something you are sure she made him wear. JJ and Will make an adorable Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl. You are still trying to figure out Hotch and Rossi’s costumes when you hear them arguing. “I am very clearly a chef. Look at my hat.” Rossi says as he emphatically points to his head.

“And I am from Men in Black.” Hotch declares. You are sure he is glaring from behind those sunglasses. They all turn and greet you when you get close enough.

“Who are you dressed as?” Derek asks as he looks you up and down.

“She’s clearly a young TS. The only thing missing is the signature curly blonde hair.” JJ looks shocked that Derek couldn’t put that together.

“Ooh, since you’re dressed as a singer, you have to go first in karaoke. We can’t start until everyone is here though. Penelope’s rules.” Emily declares.

“I guess I need a drink then!” You laugh as you head to the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of white wine, not understanding how anyone can enjoy the vinegar like taste of the red, and walk back into the living room.

You immediately spotted Spencer. He was wearing a loose white button up with puffy sleeves, a black vest, black jeans, and he had a red bandana tied around his head. Plus, he was carrying a prop sword. The converse didn’t really match, but you could still figure out the look. He was the dorkiest pirate you have ever seen and you loved it. Derek was giving him a hard time, but before you could do anything Emily was pulling you over to the karaoke machine.

“It’s time to start karaoke!!” She was clearly a little tipsy, but you did not feel nearly drunk enough to sing in front of these people. You downed your wine, earning some whistles, and put the glass on the coffee table.

“Emily! I have no idea what to sing.” You tried to protest.

“Nonsense, you can sing a Taylor Swift song.” JJ chimed in “Something from an old album since your dressed country!”

Emily immediately started a song before you could protest anymore and you were singing almost immediately.

You’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset.

‘At least it’s an easy song to perform’ you thought to yourself, having done it what felt like a million times. But they don’t know that. Before you knew it, the girls were all singing the end of the song with you.

Have you ever thought just maybe, you belong with me? You belong with me.

You chanced a glance at Spencer as you finished the song. You refused to look at him before that, knowing he would make you too nervous. Before you had a chance to comprehend the look on his face, Derek inadvertently interrupted the moment “Y/N you’ve been holding out on us. That was great!” He said. The others joined in on the praise as you turned red. You managed to squeak out a “thanks” before retreating to fill your wine glass. Spencer met you in the kitchen.

“That really was an amazing performance. You should consider switching careers.” You laughed at his comment, it was pretty comical considering your side hobby. “No really. You would be amazing.”

You turned even redder with the compliment. “Thanks Doc, I appreciate the confidence boost.” You almost told him then and there, but ultimately you were being called back to the living room to hear Rossi sing Bon Jovi.

The night continued much the same until Penelope broke off into the kitchen. You were going to follow her, but Rossi pulled you back into a conversation and you missed the chance. Soon enough she was returning with a huge birthday cake. At first, you were shocked. Then you realized she was the Penelope Garcia. Figuring out someone’s birthday is child’s play to her.

Then you were shocked again, because everyone was singing to Spencer. Apparently it was after midnight and his birthday is October 28th.

Once everyone has a piece of cake, you walk up to Spencer hitting him on the arm, “Why didn’t you tell me today is your birthday?”

He deflects the question easily. “Today only just started, so I really didn’t have time. Plus you haven’t told me when your birthday is.”

You instantly freeze at that. You can’t possible tell him your birthday was yesterday. That would be so awkward. He immediately senses the tensions and asks “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You practically run out of the room calling “yep I’m fine, all good, 100% a-o-kay.”

Spencer, confused by your quick exit, decided to look at your license to figure out your birthday. Maybe he could surprise you with something. Realization dawned on his features as he read the date, seeing that your birthday was yesterday.

You were relieved when Spencer didn’t chase after you to figure out exactly why you practically sprinted away from the conversation. You decided to just enjoy the rest of the party.

Around 2 AM everyone was heading out. You hung back a little since Spencer hadn’t left yet, hoping you’d be able to walk out with him. God, you feel like a teenager again. Secretly crushing on a guy who clearly only likes you as a friend. Ugh.

“Y/N!” You break out of your pitying thoughts to see Penelope and Spencer standing in front of you. Great. How long were you just staring at the ground? “You okay?” Penelope asks, looking at you with clear concern.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. You threw quite the party!” You tried to joke to clear the air. “Thanks for inviting me, Pen.” You hugged her as you looked around for your purse, grabbing it off the chair. Spencer has been staring at you with a contemplative look on his face during the whole encounter.

“I’ll see you soon, right?” You looked back as you opened the door. “Of course, my lovely!” Penelope smiled as you and Spencer left, him calling a quick goodbye as he walked out after you. You didn’t say anything until you noticed Spencer was walking towards your apartment with you.

“What are you doing?” Ugh, real subtle. What kind of a question is that?

“Walking you home. It’s my birthday, you can’t say no.” You rolled your eyes at his playful tone, but there was something serious in his eyes. “Why didn’t you say your birthday was yesterday? We could have celebrated!” He seemed genuinely confused.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve never been the kind of person who does well with all that attention. My birthday was never a huge deal growing up, so I haven’t really made a big deal out of it now. Pen wanted a Halloween party, not a birthday party. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” You couldn’t make eye contact with him. You’ve never really talked about these insecurities with anyone.

“First of all, she clearly didn’t mind having a party for both because she had a birthday cake for me. I am completely sure that she would have decorated it for both of us had she known. Second, you deserve to have people make a big deal. You are an incredible person, Y/N. You are extraordinarily kind, selfless, and beautiful.” He pauses for a second before pulling something out of his bag. “I didn’t know your birthday was even in October, but I bought these a few days ago. I was going to give them to you after the movie, but then Garcia called and we split up. If you don’t like them I can take them back I just thought since you twist your earrings around so much, maybe they were bothering you and maybe a new pair would help. Penelope actually helped me pick them out, although she doesn’t know that. She just mentioned how she thought you would like them when we were at the farmer’s market.”

Tears sprung to your eyes as you realized how much thought he must’ve put into this. You couldn’t help but throw yourself into a hug whispering “thank you, Spence. That is so thoughtful.” He rubbed your back until you stepped back from the hug. You opened the box to find a pair of dainty white gold earrings. One was a moon and the other a star. “They are beautiful.” You whispered into his ear as you pulled him in for another hug.

Stepping back again, the two of you made your way to your apartment. Upon arrival, you confessed, “I actually have something for you too. It’s upstairs though, so you have to come inside.” He smiled as you pulled him into your building.

“I obviously didn’t know your birthday is today, but you told me about breaking your watch and when I saw this in the store window I thought of you and it just looked perfect.” You watched as he slowly opened the watch box, pulling out a simple brown leather band with a white watch face surrounded by a silver casing. It honestly screamed Dr. Spencer Reid. The watch face isn’t too modern and the leather band matches his satchel.

“Y/N, it’s perfect. Thank you.” He closed the box, hugging you to say thank you. Looking into his eyes, you realized with 100% certainty you are falling for Dr. Spencer Reid. “Let’s go to sleep” is all you can say in response. You pull him into the bed and snuggle as close as you dare, too afraid to say anything else when you don’t know how he feels. The two of you drift into a restful sleep, not even bothering to change from your costumes.

You wake up due to the muffled voice of Spencer in the kitchen. You can smell the coffee, so you quickly change into some pajamas before walking out to join him. He glances at you apologetically while you pour the coffee into two mugs, adding equal amounts of sugar to both.

As soon as he hangs up, he’s hugging you goodbye. “I’m so sorry, we have a case. We are supposed to be at the jet in 30 minutes.”

“Don’t worry about it Doc. Go save the world.” You decide to listen to Superman on repeat for an hour while you clean.

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