#Jacob goodnight X reader

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ONLY YOU

Prompt: How slashers act when they’re jealous/outbursts/reassurance.

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MICHAEL MYERS

Believe it or not Michael is a very jealous boy. He just doesn’t believe he is, he is simply “doing what he usually does.”

When Michaels jealous it isn’t a pretty sight. He can become very hostile towards you or innocent bystanders.

Though he is very jealous it doesn’t happen very often, because he’s barely home so it’s unlikely.

When he’s mildly jealous he’d scare you, just to make sure you know who you belong to and simply kill whoever threatened your “relationship.”

If he’s very jealous, he’d actually harm you. Slight slices or soft choking. Taunting you by leaving bodies around the house.

Though don’t think just because he’s a little dangerous that he doesn’t need reassurance, it helps a little to watch you reject people.

Tell people you have a boyfriend, while mentioning his name.

Makes him almost fond of what you do, knowing that you’re his and you’re not ashamed to tell others that you are too.

If you did manage to make him feel slightly good he’d become even more protective, wanting you be only his and making it clear.

Sometimes you have to try and convince him to stay hidden when a neighbor or something knocks because of his jealousy.

There was one time he just popped out and stabbed the couple just because her husband looked at you a little too long.

And he wears the murders like a fucking badge of honor, sometimes seeing their heads propped up on a counter randomly.

Hearing you scream was another thrill.

But one thing that made Michael twitch, or snap. Some would even say go crazier is if someone would to hurt you, or even make you scream.

There was a time you had gotten into an altercation with someone walking down the street as someone let their dog shit on your and Michaels yard.

It was in the middle of the night too, and they had just left it there. The only reason you knew is because you caught them on camera.

So Michael being the lovely boyfriend he is he went to their house and slaughtered her teenage daughter, leaving her there to grieve.

You didn’t even find out until it was all over the news and the search for Haddonfield killer began again.

To be honest you didn’t even know what the two of you were, he just didn’t let you around anyone else, any men mainly. Or outside in general, courting you in his own animalistic way.

Sometimes if you made him incredibly angry he’d disappear, leaving you isolated after his killing spree.

After his jealous encounters he’d barely let you out the house, and you didn’t dare to disobey him even when he was gone because it was like he always had eyes on you.

Always lurking, it felt good knowing that you were protected, but not as much knowing he’d kill a person if they looked at you in the wrong way.

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Jason Voorhees

Jason is super jealous, he could be considered murderous jealousy but typically he relies on your reassurance and loyalty.

There are times where he does kill when he feel like he needs too, but only when you seem to feel uncomfortable and harassed.

Jason is big and scary but when it comes down to you two he becomes soft, shy even.

After an outburst, he’d feel insecure a little ashamed he felt that way. He’d come to you, and sit there letting you comfort him.

Jason isn’t really vocal about how he feels so he relies on you to understand him by body language.

When you do he feels so excited, happy even. Nuzzling his head into you.

He doesn’t really get jealous just insecure, a bit of sad jealousy.

Though sometimes, very very rarely. When he’s angry and jealous he’d become overprotective. I mean he’d keep you locked up in the house.

Especially if you were almost hurt in the middle of the ruckus, he’d literally chain every exit or entrance of your cabin up and keep you locked in there until everything was over.

Sometimes you’d get into arguments because of how annoying his jealous habits could get.

Sometimes it’d either hurt his feelings and cause him to go into hiding or argue back, he’d thrash things around or yell. He couldn’t really speak so it’d just be verbal roaring.

He’d apologize after but his behavior is very repetitive and hard to deal with. Though he’s sweet enough to pick flowers and apologize harder later.

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Bubba sawyer

Dangerously jealous, though there isn’t really time for him to act on it unless you tell him too. Of course he’d act if you were in danger or so he’d just stay by your sides when he could.

Though when he has time, he does. You’d be talking to a soon to be victim and he’d come revving his chainsaw and in seconds he slaughtered whoever was talking to you.

Though he’s still very insecure, especially when it came down to you helping out and flirting with the victims to lure them in.

He’d get upset angry and even try to argue to get you out of helping.

He’d whine to you about it, shout and scream. Though it’s easy to shut him up with some reassurance and a kiss.

Him being jealous is a common occurrence, nothing out of the ordinary.

He doesn’t even trust his family around you, always watching. Keeping an eye out, unless you were with his mother.

Sometimes if you end up being left with Hoyt or any male for God knows why he’d start arguments with his family.

Grabbing you and taking you upstairs and forcing you to stay in the room, and throwing tempter tantrums when you didn’t. 

He’d cry when you get mad at him, and throw things around when he was jealous. It was annoying watching him act like a child.

He’d ignore you , give you the silent treatment. It was practically like dealing with a child.

You reassuring him had become a daily task at that point.

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Pretzel Jack

Attention jealousy, There had been one time where you were hanging out with another imaginary friend and he got sad and snapped.

When you got mad at him he had a long frown, he just wanted your attention, just wanted to play.

He hated when your attention was on other people, like a spouse or friend.

Which is why he was so happy when you got mad at them, and he finally could kill them!

Typically murders are sort of your fault because you should be able to control your anger and keep him under control.

If he’s jealous he’s quick to try and do some tricks to get your attention, and if it failed he’d wail around or have an outburst.

Or go to extreme efforts to get you to smile.

If all else fails, he kills your other friend. And *poof!* you’re his again.

Jack is very overprotective, so it’s more or so him just trying to protect you.

He doesn’t even know what jealousy is he just feels a throbbing in his hands and acts on it.

After doing whatever he did he’d play or lay near you. Making sure to keep everyone away whilst it was just the two of you.

And if you found out what he did and got mad he’d punish himself by keeping himself away from you unless you were in trouble.

Or he’d get really sad and hide away.

When he was jealous it was sort of funny, he’d go to the extreme just to see you crack a smirk or just look his way.

Sometimes purposely sulking in the corner to see if you’d check on him.

Of course you did and your silly Jack was back. Though that didn’t stop him from becoming jealous over and over again. Having to reassure him that he’s your favorite and always will be.

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Gabriel may

Gabriel was the wrong guy to get jealous, he’d lock you away and keep you to himself.

He’d kill anyone who threatened your relationship, not just because of his obsessive personality but because he was insecure as a whole.

He believed that anyone could take you away, woman or men because he believed he wasn’t attractive enough to keep you.

He’d scare them away, flickering the lights or growling through a phone or radio.

And if that didn’t work, he’d just see them later tonight so they wouldn’t even share the same world as you anymore.

Gabriel didn’t believe he needed reassurance, though he did enjoy it he hid it well.

He believed that it was naturally for a man to become overprotective of his partner, he wouldn’t even consider himself overprotective.

He didn’t care if you rejected whoever wanted you, they shouldn’t have thought about you romantically in the first place.

Now they literally have to die.

The difference between him and any other guy is you can’t talk him out of it, when he’s made up his mind, it’s no longer a thought but a soon to be decision.

He’d come home and pretend nothing happened, that it was an ordinary day after he just shoved a knife into an innocent man’s jugular just for having a slight crush on you.

Though if you got sad about it, he’d become insecure and angry.

Wondering why’d you care about any guy that isn’t him, or anyone that isn’t him at all. It was scary watching Gabriel become angry because he couldn’t really control his powers.

The lights will start to flicker, phones going on and off and radio blasting static. The walls vibrating and cabinets clattering.

Of course you’d tell him there’s no one else but as I said reassurance doesn’t really work on him. So you either just let him blow a fuse until he’s all fired out. Or you just ignore him,

But that won’t get you anywhere but him thinking you love someone else.

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Jacob Goodnight

Though you rejected anyone’s crush proposal to you Jacob still got angry.

He’d bash their brains out saying you’d never date filthy sluts or impure people like them.

There were quiet times too, where’d when he got jealous he’d just come whining to you, and ask you if you loved him despite all he’s done.

And when you’d tell him yes he’d go back to blundering young adults to death before coming to ask you the same question again.

Just to make sure you wanted to be with him despite what he is and what he can’t help but be.

Though it is very easy to reassure Jacob, he trust you with his whole heart.

Sometimes he gets jealous but he can’t help it, there’s always someone that’s going to be attracted to you

He just didn’t like the thoughts of sinners, especially sinners being attracted to you.

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Norman bates (old)

Norman his mother were very jealous people, she couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting her poor boy and him having his first heartbreak.

So she did what any mother would do, kill them or convince Norman too.

She’d whisper cheeky little things in his ear, telling him if he didn’t eliminate them soon they’d become competition.

And eventually Norman just began the killing on his own.

Norman was extremely jealous, so he stuck by your side. Quick to speak up when someone was flirting with you.

Of course he stuttered and fumbled over his words but he knew he had to stand over you because you were his.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away, not even his mother.

He’d hold your hand everywhere, even in the house, he was weirdly obsessive.

Randomly kissing your palm and each knuckle, telling you how much he loved you so randomly in the most awkward situations.

It was hard to use the bathroom alone without Norman knocking wondering how long it’d take before he got to see you again.

You could barely leave the house, when you two started dating he wanted you to move in immediately.

You barely had any say!

But he just wanted you there fast so he could watch your every move and ward off any other competitors.

If you went on a walk by yourself he’d bombarde you with questions, why didn’t you tell him, did you want some distance from him?

What did he do?

It must’ve been that man he was letting stay in the hotel, he has to get rid of him now. That’s what mother would’ve wanted and, it’s what he wants.

Why is he cleaning up blood?

Oh a rat got in that’s all. He’d pat your head giving you soft forehead kisses before waving you off.

When you two get home he’d make you a sandwich and ask you about your walk, about the scenery. If you had any small talk with a stranger.

Of course you knew it was because of his jealousy,

But Norman was so timid you thought it was cute, not that he could kill somebody!

Kissing your cheek with clenching your shoulders hard, confessing what he did. Because the pressure was too much to keep from his beloved.

You forgive him? Oh thank God, that means he can do it again right? You didn’t say not too exactly.

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Charles Lee Ray.

Charles was the wrong person to make jealous, he’d either put you in your place or kill you both! So you had to be careful,

There was one time a guy came up to you in the grocery store and before you could say anything there was Charles with a pistol up to his back.

He made the guy get on his knees and beg for fucks sake.

After that he yelled at you for even letting the guy in your proximity.

Charles was the type to get sexual when he was angry, angry intimacy.

Either that or blowing the guys head off and going on the run from the police because of it again.

He always expected you to wait for him, whether he was gone for months or years.

And one day he expected you to take him back even when he was a fucking doll!

It was ridiculous, he was always getting himself into some shit and wanting to come back into your arms.

Sad to say the maniac did have his soft moments, where he’d come home after a long run and fall straight into your arms with a snore.

Happy to be back, and happy to see you waiting for him.

Not really like you had a choice though. It’s either you did or your head would meet the back of his famous pistol.

There was no escape from Charles, and his rash jealousy and anger.

It was sort of nice for him to want you and only you, kinda awkward watching him call other woman whores though.

In the beginning he was a cheater, believing that he couldn’t trust anyone, that was until you were fed up of his bullshit and tried to leave him.

Crying, telling him how much he meant to you but you were so tired.

And ever since then the fuck didn’t leave your side, at first it started as threats, stalking and eventually you getting a restraining order.

But that didn’t keep him away, not even prison.

The police had given up before you did so you were sort of stuck, and with him threatening to kill anyone that tried make a move on you.

And eventually, he kept calling you his and you just settled with it.

Not like there was anything you could do.

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Pennywise

You weren’t dating him, more like stuck with him. A chain on your ankle strapped to Satan who’s asleep.

And when he wakes up, he eats.

You were fairly attractive, and after all he was sort of a kid killer so any time some teenager cat called you he was hungry.

He’d laugh at you, taunting, making you believe you could escape before trapping you right again.

Devouring whoever wanted you in front of your very eyes.

One time you tried to defeat him to kill him, you tried to say hurtful things like “you only kill kids you fucking creep.”

And it backfired.

He laughed and left, the next day you heard screaming. And hid until it was safe to come out. Seeing hundreds of adult corpses, men, woman.

And he sat on top, chomping on a leg like a king on a throne.

Laughing loud, his yellow eyes glowing fiercely in the dark.

Now it was different with men, or any adult who tried to hit on you so ever. He needed food, so he couldn’t kill all the adults and stop the production.

So he did what any intelligent psychopath would do, he killed their kids. Not only will whoever hit on you suffer, he gets fed too.

And if they didn’t have kids he’d just kill them, wasn’t a lot of fun for him but still.

He’d play games on you, pretending that they were going to save you until their head randomly fell of their body.

His laughing came quick his same little dance and taunting.

Though there was one odd time he went out of character, a time where he had been sleeping, or what they thought had been “defeated.

And someone, kept cat calling you, drunkard. Enough to come up to you and grasp your arms and started touching you.

You shocked yourself, because you knew the first name you screamed.

And it was unlike him to not play around with his food first, but he came. Broad daylight. And cut his neck clean off.

His eyes were a light blue and full of anger yet worry.

He grabbed you and carried you to the sewers, trying to force you to sleep through the rest of the years with him.

To keep you safe in a way.

But you had to explain to him that you couldn’t, remembering you were human and didn’t need yearly hibernation.

He was reluctant but at least made you stay down for two days, keeping you safe and fed until you needed to leave, for personal hygiene and job reasons.

Not like you needed to work anyway, he’d just kill anyone who tried to kick you out.

When he woke up he ate first, devouring everything because he didn’t trust himself being hungry and going to see you.

Of course he scared you as his little welcoming.

But sometimes he’d nuzzle into the crook of your stomach, he was technically an alien, he had his animal like tendencies.

He was weirdly possessive, he didn’t even understand his own jealousy. Watching you flirt with a random guy who wanted to help carry what he stated a “attractive.” Persons groceries.

Watching you smile, pick at your skin and cover your teeth as you giggled made him angry.

And he was going to make both of you pay for it.

Of course he killed the man first, he was really focused on you. He courted you, waited for you, protected you, and sometimes even fed you. And this what you do to him? Ungrateful human.

He’d come to your home welcoming himself, not announcing it or anything. Scaring you, taking the form of a human intruder.

Pretending to try and kill you before transforming back with a laugh in his face, before you could argue with him he widened his jaw and went to take a bite.

You screamed but he covered your mouth.

He didn’t let go, it wasn’t deep enough to puncture your skin but enough to bruise you.

And he stayed there, you slept with his teeth latched onto your skin.

He was fast asleep, almost subconsciously doing it.

Tightening inch by inch every time you tried to move his jaw.

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Patrick Bateman

Patrick getting jealous was rare, he never felt that way unless he felt someone was superior than him.

Or someone caught your attention, which was hard to do.

When Patrick was jealous he’d work out more, try to become extra perfect so you’d never advert your eyes again.

Wearing more expensive and stylish clothes, or taking you shopping.

Dressing you so luxurious anyone would assume you were married.

So jealous that he proposed, making you a housewife so that you couldn’t escape. And every time you went out with those “whore.” Friends any cuck that wanted you would know you’re taken.

He wish he could just fucking label you, but god he wouldn’t want to ruin that god forsaken perfect skin.

He’d even solve his jealousy through intimacy.

Doing what he considered a God worthy performance, showing you that no one could make you happy as much as he does, pleasured, taken care of, loved.

Hell anything.

But there was a point where he had to, take things into his own…gloved, hands.

You had this male close friend, this handsome idiot that you knew since high school, through college, and now.

He was perfect, he had money, fit, nice skin. And it didn’t even look like he was trying, and to top it off he was intelligent.

Anytime you’d come back from hanging out with him you’d refer to him as a ‘cute little geek.’ And he was already having a bad day he just needed some release.

So when your friend bumped into Patrick on the street so dumbly looking for you. Can you believe this?

He was confessing his love for you, to Patrick!

The taxi was full of his confession and Patrick’s occasional “oh really?” Right before he beat the pore guy to death with his golf club.

It was sloppier than usual but he couldn’t have someone talking about his precious only ever in such a way.

When you found out about your friends death you were devastated, he comforted you but couldn’t hide the scowl on his face.

Why did you care so much? Why were you crying so hard about a man that wasn’t him?

He enjoyed you sleeping on him but still couldn’t believe how broken down you were after losing another guy.

You eventually got acquainted with Patrick’s “friends.” And you suppose word got around that you were his because men started to avoid you.

Maybe because Patrick always stood behind you with his threatening demeanor but still.

You eventually got happier but couldn’t help but notice how over protective Patrick got.

Patrick loved how soft you were emotionally and just didn’t want anyone else to have it.

He’d lay his head in your palm and sit there for hours. Before going back to his nonchalant monotonous ways.

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More intimate than sex

Characters: Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Jacob Goodnight

Tw: a little mention of bad childhood, cruel treatment in past

Even big boys needs some care and affection

Jason Voorhees

• Devotion, sitting in each other's arms, weakness. He always had to be strong, because as a child, being weak, he fell victim to rude guys and became who he is now. Therefore, in adulthood, he tries to remain impartial and moderately rude. But with you, he can afford to be weak, he can cry for his mother while you gently hug and caress him. He can be himself.

• Jason has always been insecure about himself because of his face and appearance in general. Yes, he had an attractive and muscular body now, but it was just a shell for that poor, shaking boy. And you managed to get through to this boy. You gave Jason hope that he might be loved not for his looks, but for his kindness and actions. You've shone a light on his dark, raw life.

• Sleep together. Of course, he doesn't need sleep, but for Jason, it's literally a way for him to show that he appreciates you and cares about you. While you're sleeping, he's just watching you and protecting you. Jason holds you tightly in his arms, hugging you to his chest. It protects and warms you.

• Jason is not used to laughing, but it happens to you almost by itself. It's like you always know what to say to make him laugh. And your own laughter.. It's music to his ears. Jason is ready to do anything to hear it at least once more.

Bubba Sawyer

• Face again. Bubba will need time to get used to the fact that you love him regardless of his face. Tell him more often how cute and handsome he is, and how much you love him. He is very vulnerable, so please grow this flower, and don't trample it.

• He is quite naive when it comes to some issues not related to killing people, so he is often afraid to show weakness, he does not want to seem stupid. Just be patient. Tell him if he doesn't understand something and just hug him, saying that everything will be fine and he will cope with everything. This boy is extremely introverted, so do not rush, but only carefully guide him.

• Family. Bubba loves his family very much, so things about family are already very personal to him. What could be more intimate than viewing your childhood photos and stories about the past?

• Sharing his feelings and thoughts can also be difficult, so it is very important for him that his partner understands, accepts and supports Bubba. This applies to any personal issues.

• I think Bubba is one of the supporters of platonic love, so hugging is a very intimate process for him. Not like when you just wrapped your arms around a person and stepped back, no. A long, warm and gentle hug, full of feelings and unspoken words.

Jacob Goodnight

• Show feelings. He doesn't think he has the right to do that. And yet, it's different with you. When you're around, he wants to smile. A really kind, sincere smile. He likes your smile. A really happy one, not the one that his victims squeeze out in an attempt to delay their death. Your smile is pure, innocent. You look at Jacob with such love that it makes his heart beat much faster. Your eyes sparkle with care and tenderness. His most beloved eyes, which he wants to keep for himself forever and cherish. And yet, he wants to leave those eyes on your face. You are pure, there is no sin in you. You don't deserve to be hurt.

• Next to you, he turns from a violent man into a scared child who is looking for affection and care. His mother had been suppressing and humiliating him for years. You are his only ray of light in this dark realm, you are his world, his paradise.

• Jacob likes to lie on your chest, hugging you tightly, and there's nothing vulgar about it. You're not like the others. Pure, innocent. You really love him. You hug and gently caress his back while he lies on your smaller body and almost purrs. He feels so good in your arms.

• Jacob likes to hold you in his arms while you sit on his lap. A man shunned a woman for a long time because of the commandments of his religious mother, so it was difficult for him to get used to touching your body. But once he learns, he will hug you for a long time. Jacob was hungry for touch. He squeezes you tightly, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your soothing scent with pleasure. You're his safe place.

• Jacob has trained his dogs to protect you. You're the only person they can't touch, except for him, of course. His pets cling to you, demanding affection and attention. Therefore, if at least one victim attacks you, the dogs will rush at the unfortunate one, while one of the animals will carefully lick your wound.

• Jacob let you treat the wound on the back of his head. It hurt, but he endured it. You treated her and bandaged her up. At least now it will heal and not continue to rot. He lets you treat all your wounds. Your touch is gentle, it calms him down. You are his personal angel, sent by God for his faithful service.

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Viva Las Vegas

🎲About: When invited to see your childhood best friends perform at the International Hotel and Casino, things take a turn of events and reveal suppressed feelings for your once lover and now enemy.

♦️Jake Kiszka x reader

♠️Word count: 6k

♣️Warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, angst, crying, cheating, ldk what else 🙌🏻

🃏Authors note: enjoy this is my first story so I hope it’s good and if the format is messed up sorryyy😛

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If you were to be told that your childhood best friends were performing at the International Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, you would die laughing. Growing up in the small town of Frankenmuth Michigan, you were always told you needed to live a big life and make the town proud, and that is exactly what you did. After finishing high school, you dropped the idea of college and found yourself working at the well-known store of Bronners, making a little less than minimum wage, but it worked. You saved up for 2 years straight, just to be able to rent out a small studio apartment in Nashville Tennessee, the music city. You landed yourself a job at a small bar that frequently hosted small and upcoming bands, one of them being the Orange Blossoms: the band you now market for full-time while working for RCA Record Labels. Life was good, really good; well until you got a very interesting call two weeks back from a very drunk childhood best friend, Josh Kiszka.

“Hello?” You asked rubbing your eyes. It had to be at least 3 am and you were woken out of a dead sleep to answer a call you should’ve just let go to voicemail.

“Y/N MY FAVORITE PERSON,” you could practically smell the alcohol reeking off the man you called your other half through the phone “HOW ARE YOU!”

“Josh,” you pulled the phone away from your ear and to no surprise the time read

3:05 am “It’s 3 am I was asleep just like you should be. Is there something you need?”

“Mama, do I ever need a reason to call the girl I love the most?” He asked almost slurring every other word

“No Josh but it’s a Thursday and I have work soon and need to sleep. Goodnight Joshua”.

“NO, NO WAIT. I had something to tell you but it slipped my mind.. Jake, what was I going to tell y/n again?” That name. The name of the man who had destroyed you. Josh’s twin brother, Jacob. Thomas. Kiszka. Silence hit the air and you could hear the long-haired man laugh and mumble something to his brother.

Jake and you had dated back in high school. It wasn’t a quick thing, it was a three-year-long commitment. Jake was your first and you his. He was there for the first time you got black-out drunk, greened out, ran away from home, lost your childhood pet, everything. Jake was not only your boyfriend but your best friend and you were beyond happy, you couldn’t ask for anything more. Well, all that joy and happiness, left in the blink of an eye on the night of your senior prom. It took no time at all for you to see the photo. There, in his jet black tuxedo and pink tye to match your flowing dress was an 18-year-old Jake pushed up against the wall with some dumb blonde. The dumb blonde in question? your best friend. Life had changed completely. All the sorries in the world couldnt make up for what he had done to you. You could care less about the skanky bitch you called your best friend but Jake? Your Jake? You have never felt more alone in your entire life. You broke contact with him for 6 years. Six years of your life you spent tip-toeing around him. You would exchange glances at parties Josh or Sam would host but not a single word would leave your lips. Josh had tried his best to break up the tension but you were stubborn, you always have been and that was partially the reason Jake had stopped trying so hard to apologize to you, because he knew you wouldn’t forgive and forget.

You broke the no contact on the twin's 24th birthday. You were invited to the party and you didn’t think twice about going, not for Jake but for Josh. Only for Josh. However, to lie and say Jake had looked nothing far from gorgeous would be wrong. He looked.. perfect. You found yourself drinking one too many martinis made by the fluffy-haired twin and ended up letting the alcohol take its course and finally speaking to the man who broke your heart. As you moved your body through the sea of people invited to the house located just out of Nashville, you found your glossy eyes looking upon a somber Jake.

“Hi.” you said quietly as you took a seat next to him outside by the small fire that had been growing rather dim as the night went on.

“Hi, Angel.” He said as his eyes met yours, using the same nickname he gave you all those years back in high school.

“ I uh, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday and wish you a year full of good memories or whatever you have in your life you want to be good.” God your mouth had never felt so dry as you were at such a loss for words. Why you were even speaking to him was beyond you.

“Thank you. How have you been? It's been what? Five-ish years?”

“Ive been good, I could be better but work is good and I got a dog of my own, yea lifes been, been going good.” Been going good and we should keep it that way, you thought to yourself.

“I'm glad. Ive missed you, Angel. Ive missed what we had.” His hand found its way to yours. Just as soon as it happened it was over as a girl was soon calling his name. A girl whose voice you’ve heard more than once before. As you turned your head, to no surprise you were met with the girl he cheated on you with all that while back. You sobered right up and stood quickly.

“It shows Jake. Happy birthday again.” and with that, you continued with your life, not speaking to the ghost of the man you once knew.

As you came back from your thoughts you were brought back to a drunk Josh rambling on about god knows what.

“So what do you say?” Jesus you must have been zoned out, I mean it was 3 am and this call was more than unnecessary in your eyes.

“Sorry, repeat what you just said, but make it short.”

“ I SAID, we're going on another leg for the US and were going to this fancy place in Vegas where Elvis played and I want you to come.” You had already seen the infamous Greta Van Fleet perform far more than once but a trip to Vegas didn’t sound too terrible.

“The International Casino?” you asked confusingly

“Yeah, that's the one! It's in a few weeks Angel so you have time to think but it would mean the world to all of us if you would delight us with your amazing presence.” You let out a small laugh, ignoring the fact that the nickname has made its way to stick with you for so long.

“Send me over the details in the morning Josh and I’ll look into it. Im going to bed now and I think you should too, love you lots Josh.” The short man let out a sigh wished you a good night and hung up.

Now, you sit in your hotel room, a suite not to mention, putting on the lash finishing details to your makeup, similar to that of which Josh does, and preparing for the night ahead. As you added the last rhinestone to your cheek, you moved to grab your favorite red lipstick, carefully applying it only to be interrupted by a phone call from no other than the man himself.

“Hello, mamas.”

“Hi Josh, to what do I owe the pleasure”

“I’m sending someone up to your room right now to grab you and bring you to the dressing rooms, then we're gonna bring you to your spot. Sound good?” You laughed knowing that by going on this trip Josh was going to do whatever he needed to make sure that you had lived it to the best extent, even if that meant reserving a special spot in the pit when you were more than happy to be in a seat, out of the way.

“Yes that’s fine Josh,” you said with a laugh “I’ll see you soon.”

With that, you continued applying your lipstick, sprayed your favorite perfume, and were met with a soft knock at the door to your luxurious suite. You opened the door to see one of the many men you'd seen running around with the band before and allowed him to escort you to a room that was titled “Greta Van Fleet-Josh Dressing” and let you inside.

You were immediately met with showers of welcomes, seeing that not only Josh sat in this room but Sam and Danny too, Jake nowhere to be found.

“Angel! We’ve missed you come in!” exclaimed Josh and he sat up from his spot in a chair and left the woman doing his makeup dumbfounded at the sudden change in focus. As he came up to hug you it felt as if any worry you had about the night had left you completely. His hug was soon followed by Sam and Danny which led you all into a deep conversation of how life had been. Well, as deep as it could go seeing as they had to perform in just short of 30 minutes. As Sam rambled on about Rose and his love life your mind drifted to the fact that the other, more serious, twin wasn’t present. It must have shown on your face for Sam cleared his throat and said

“Jake in his dressing room, “practicing” is what he calls it but im pretty sure he's in there taking shots to pregame.” You let out a soft “ah” to show your understanding. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that Jacob Kiszka was pregaming, you felt like you always saw him drinking before a show, even when he was back in Frankenmuth whether it be a beer or a shot of vodka. Soon you found yourself taking a shot with the boys as if to say good luck on the stage tonight, knowing they wouldn’t need that; I mean they were amazing, to say the least. You saw the effect these men had on some of the people in the crowd, not just from their undeniable beauty but from the fact that their music meant something, it changed people and you couldn’t be more proud of them. While you never imagined them this big, you felt like they had this written in the stars for them. After exchanging conversation they got the five-minute call and the next thing you knew you were being brought out of the room and down to the pit. As you walked down the small hallway leading you to the stage, you heard the voice of a man talking to another, but not just talking, he was mad, really mad. The security guard tried to hurry you along past the scene but as you passed him, you could see that black suit, shining in the light due to the amazing detailing from the rhinestones and diamonds, and you knew that was Jake. Your Jake. Why he was mad? You wish you knew. Maybe something happened with his guitar, or maybe he had just gotten bad news from someone, but whatever it was, you weren’t even allowed a moment to process it before you were pushed along to your “special spot”. You found yourself being lifted over the railing of the pit and put smack dab in the middle of the barricade. You almost felt bad, this could’ve been someone else’s spot so before he could walk away, you grabbed the arm of the security guard and pulled him close to the railing.

“Is there anywhere else I can sit? Maybe up there?” you yelled out as you pointed to the seats sitting at an angle to the side of the stage.

The guard just looked at you and sighed, “They told me they wanted you here specifically, so they could see you. Don’t worry we had someone hold this spot for you. Enjoy the show Ms.Y/L/N.” And with that, he was gone and the lights started to dim, followed by a beautiful violin cover of the songs off Starcatcher.

The curtain fell and the boys made their way down from their spots, going on with the show as normal, until it came to the point of what would normally be their switch to the second stage, except this venue, in particular, did not have one, so they stayed put and gathered around into a half circle, facing the crowd in front of them. Sam had started to play a melody on his keys you knew all too well and once Josh started singing, tears filled your eyes. It was always a joke growing up about how much you and Mrs.Kiszka adored John Denver, Jake, and Josh egging it onto you how much you were like their mom. You had always seen on social media postings of them playing bits from The Music Is You, to honor their mom when playing back in your home state, but it never once crossed your mind that they may do the same for you. Josh had sang beautifully as always and made it a point to look right at you and reach his hand out to you when he finished the little snippet of the song you adored oh so much. You wiped your eyes and mouthed a quick thank you to Josh. While it may have seemed silly to the girls around you, you hadn’t seen the boys in truly so long, and just to hear them sing, knowing it was for you, made you appreciate how much they have changed you and your life, good or bad.

As the concert continued you found yourself in a sea of screaming girls once the familiar tune of The Archer, began playing. Josh had told you over the phone about the many interactions he had with fans, going down to the pit, hugging, kissing, grabbing them, and showing his love during Jake's extended solo and you expected nothing different for tonight. Just as you expected, Josh made his way down to the pit, hugging as many as he could but your attention drifted elsewhere. Your eyes found taking in the image of the man you once called your true love as he shook back and forth with his guitar, dramatizing the solo more than it needed to be. You found yourself taking in his features; his long, wet hair, the way it stuck to his face due to the sweat running down his body to his torso, the way his hips shook back and forth as he damn near abused his guitar on the stage. You couldn’t draw your eyes away but were broken out of your trance as soon his met yours. The tension you felt was unreal and hard to differentiate between sexual or pure rage for what had happened all that time back. It wasn’t just the cheating that had you mad though and you knew that. Jake was a slut, a genuine slut. You felt like he was sleeping around with a new girl after every show and he made no point of hiding it as photos circulated on the internet of him leaving venues with different girls every other week. You watched as he would watch himself play, in awe with his state of himself, what a self-centered asshole you thought. Soon, you brought your eyes away from his but couldn’t help but feel them staring down at you throughout the remainder of the show, almost as if he tried his best not to look before but now couldn’t control it. As Josh reached the last note of the last song, they bid their farewells and wished their love to all in the crowd and soon exited the stage.

As the pit fully cleared out, you made your way from the front of the pit despite the security trying to escort you to the boys backstage, you broke out of their hold telling them you needed to go to the restroom and would find your way back there on your own. You felt like you were being babied and honestly needed a drink or two after whatever the hell that show was. You moved through the sea of people and found yourself standing at a bar waving down a bartender, ordering your usual Jack and Coke. As the cold drink met your lips, you could feel yourself loosen up in an instant. Three drinks later you found yourself too far from tipsy but not yet fully drunk, you would give yourself a drink more before you were completely dazed out. You closed out your tab and picked up your phone, being met with text after text from Josh asking where you went. You called him and asked where he was, telling you he was at some restaurant located in the hotel and would send Sam to come and get you. As you sat impatiently, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to get another drink; the boys were probably near drunk by now as well who cares you thought as you ordered another drink, asking for it to be stronger than the last one, asking for this drink just to be put on the room, to which Josh was paying for. As you finished the last drops of your drink it was only a matter of time before the alcohol worked its course and you felt ready to dance and let loose.

Soon, Sam's body found yours as you laughed to him about just how good the show truly was, showering him with compliments on the band's skill. He only laughed alongside you, letting the alcohol drift from his breath to your face, letting you know it indeed was ok to order that last drink. As he guided you back to the restaurant, you were met with surprise seeing as the restaurant was not only a restaurant but a dance club. The seats consisted of a few big, dimly lit booths, and many high tops and scattered lounge chairs. Sam led you to one of the booths and you slid your body right in, to Josh, except the booth was now only being filled by you and Josh, the other three boys out dancing or getting drinks by the bar. You leaned into Josh and shouted as loud as you could over the music.

“The show was amazing Josh,” you said partially slurring your words “thank you for playing my song for me; ‘meant a lot y’know.” You smiled at him, eyes glossy.

“Anything for my favorite girl.” He said, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

You found yourself being pulled in all sorts of directions as Josh danced the night away with you until your phone read about 2 am. You pulled Josh to the side and told him it was time for you to make your way back to your room and sadness filled his eyes.

“I don’t want the night to end either Josh but I’m tired and drunk and need to sleep.” you laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I know mama. When is your flight back to Nash? Maybe we can spend the day on the strip tomorrow before we gotta go?” You looked at the man like he had six eyes. You were in no state to think of such difficult things, or at least that's how they seemed to you. You lazily gave him an estimate knowing it was some time in the afternoon, but it was late enough for you to spend time with him and the rest of the boys. As you wished him goodnight you stumbled out of the restaurant-themed club and made your way toward the elevators.

As you pressed the elevator buttons and entered in, you pressed the button leading you to the twelfth floor where your room resided. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand wedged itself in between the two doors, opening them back up and bringing you to face a, at least you would think, equally as drunk Jake. You didn’t want to talk to him let alone look at him but god did he look good. As he walked in he let out a small sigh, almost disappointed on who was in the small box with him. Before you could even open your mouth to ask him what floor he was headed to, he leaned in front of you, almost far too close for comfort, and pressed the number directly above the one you lit up and returned to his place on the opposite side, not exchanging a single word. You were praying the floor would stop somewhere else and someone would get into the elevator with the two of you, breaking the awkward silence but no one did. As the elevator made its way up you cleared your throat and as soberly as possible said

“You guys put on quite the show tonight.” You couldn’t tell if it came off as rude or a compliment.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Angel.” He said, his eyes lifting from the floor to look at you, take in your outfit, tailored specifically for this evening. You were dressed in a shorter-than-short silver skirt to show off your height as Jake himself always joked how you should be flaunting your “long legs” whatever the fuck that meant, followed by a black corset that had detailing that was similar to that of what was embroidered on the twins suits. Your skin was covered in glitter, from your chest to your arms and you supported a few dainty necklaces gifted from the boys themselves as well as a bracelet you bought for yourself just for this event. You put on your cleanest pair of go-go boots and do your makeup to resemble Josh, followed by a red lip and your hair in loose curls. How it all stayed on to this moment was a surprise to even you but it did, and maybe this time it genuinely was the alcohol, but you felt hot, really hot. Jake had managed to find time to change so he sported a simple linen set you've seen him wear one too many times before, leaving all but the last two buttons undone to show off his toned chest against the silver of his plethora of silver coins.

“It's not polite to stare.” you stated flatly at the man before you, toying with the bracelet on your wrist to keep you occupied. God this elevator was taking forever.

“You seemed to have no issue earlier towards the end of the show.” He let out slightly with a smug smile almost as if to insinuate something more than what was there.

“I’m sorry? Am I supposed to stare at the floor during a concert?” You snapped back only to be met with a smile forming wider on his lips.

“Like I said, glad you enjoyed Angel.” He said, cooly.

Finally, the elevator reached your floor and you couldn’t help but sit for a minute, debating everything that’s happened between you and Jake, realizing that even after all the years, you find yourself feeling the same way you did for him all that time back. You looked up at the man in front of you in confusion about the way you felt, wondering if he felt the same.

“Goodnight Jake.” you said softly before exiting the small box and beginning the walk down the hallway. As you approached your room you felt like your legs were ready to give out. You pulled your room key out and entered the room, sleep taking over your body. As you walked in you immediately made your way to the bed, needing a minute to regain some energy before getting up again and taking off your ensemble. After a minute, you sat up, taking off your boots, followed by your corset and skirt, taking off your socks and undergarments, and moving to get a a baggy t-shirt and different underwear. Once changed, you made your way toward the bathroom to begin removing your pounds of jewelry. The weight being taken off your neck led you to focus on taking off your bracelet however to your surprise, it wasn’t there. Fuck you thought to yourself. If it was anywhere, it was back in that elevator where you stood fidgeting with it while talking to Jake. You would’ve just let it go had it not been as expensive as it was. You were at a loss of thought. Do you call Jake and ask if he saw it in the elevator? No Jesus no. You tried to collect your thoughts in your drunken state and decided to just go back onto the elevator and look for it there. It was almost 3 am so you would think no one would be out in the hall so you slipped on some ankle socks and crept out of the comforts of your room, making your way to the elevator. Just as you went to press the button to go back down, the doors opened, and before you stood the same man you had just seen minutes before, holding your bracelet. He scanned over your body before stepping out of the elevator, taking in your “pajamas” and smirking slightly.

“You look comfortable.”

“Just give me my bracelet Jake. I’m tired and I want to go to bed.” You snapped at him, almost too loudly.

“Yeesh someone's angry.” He said with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to you.

You snatched it out of his and turned making your way back to the room, not giving him a second longer of your time.

Once you got to the door, the harsh reality hit you. You missed him. He looked so good on that damn stage tonight, it made you realize that you did miss him. You missed the nights when you would spend laughing your asses off at the stupidest tv shows, or the way you would make fun of each other for the way they looked when they woke up in the morning. What you missed most of all? The feeling of his body against yours. The way he made you feel complete. You felt tears build up in your eyes. You had loved him, even from the day he cheated on you, you have always loved him. You never loved another. You missed your Jake. As you entered the room, tears streamed from your eyes, not just out of sadness but anger. Angry that even after he did do this, you still wanted to crawl back into his arms, and be told it was all going to be ok. You moved to grab your phone and opened up your messages. You knew you shouldn’t have but you opened a new conversation and sat, staring at what you would even say. Before you could even type the first letter, a knock at your door filled the silence.

You opened up the door to be met with the eyes of the same boy you had never stopped loving. You locked eyes before the sudden movement of him brought his lips toward yours. It was like he had been thinking the same thing, as his hands met your waist and yours locked around the back of his neck. Quickly, he backed you into the room, kicking the door closed behind him and guiding you towards your bed. Your hands wrapped up into his tangled curls, pulling at them as he deepened the kiss. His hands began to slip under your shirt, searching every inch of your body, stopping just before your chest. As he backed you through your room, you turned, leading him towards the bed instead, moving your hands down to his face. As you approached the bed, you pushed him back and stepped back, moving to lift your shirt off of your body as he worked on his own. Once both were removed, your lips met his again, this time holding more force, as your hands roamed his body, leading you down to his waist, running them over his legs, slowly working their way up to his member, painfully hard already through his linens. A groan hit your lips, letting you know that he wanted this just as badly as you did. All those thoughts of doubt and anger towards him left your mind as he started to work kisses down your chin while you worked on getting his pants off. Once off, you lowered yourself onto your knees, palming him through his underwear as he stared at you with lust-filled eyes as you moved painstakingly slow.

You looked up at him, eyes glossed as you were just as desperate with him and slowly pulled down his underwear, pressing soft kisses to the insides of his thighs. Moving your way up, you could feel his body shudder, struggling to keep the little composure he had left. Finally, you took him into your mouth, pushing him down until he hit the back of your throat and slowly started to move up and down.

“Fuck Y/N.” he whispered, collecting the hair draping around your face, making a ponytail in his fist but using no force and letting you have free reign.

As you got comfortable with the feeling, you began to pick up your pace, settling him at the back of your throat after a little and choking back a gag, tears filling your eyes but this time for all the different reasons. A string of praises and curses left his lips as he started to force your head back up, almost as an instinct. As you let him, he kept up with the pace until he felt it was too much and switched to holding you in place as he began to thrust up into your mouth, quickly, bringing him to let out a loud moan.

He continued to hit the back of your throat and the gag you tried so hard to suppress released itself, causing him to lean his head back in pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck Angel, you're taking me so well” he managed to say with eyes squeezed shut.

The words leaving his lips made the pool forming between your legs ten times worse as you squeezed your legs together for some sort of relief. As you looked up at Jake, his eyes met yours as he reached his hand down to play with your breasts, releasing a moan from your lips. Just as fast as it was happening, it stopped and Jake pulled himself out of your mouth and you up from the floor, pressing kisses along your torso and breasts, hooking his fingers into the sides of your laced underwear. As he pulled them down, he stood, switching positions with you as you slid yourself back towards the head of the bed, laying comfortably as he worked to situate himself between your legs. Following your same movements minutes ago, he began to press kisses into the sides of your thighs, moaning as he did so as if it was pleasure enough to be touching you. Your hand trailed down to the bundle of nerves as the ache growing between your legs began to fog your thoughts. Just as you began to touch yourself, Jake grabbed your wrist stopping you whilst continuing to kiss his way up to that very spot.

He moved your hand out of the way and his lips found your clit, rubbing slow circles with his tongue around the nerves, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

“I wanna hear your pretty little sounds, Angel, don’t get shy on me now.” he said, releasing his mouth from you and slowly moving it back.

As he did so, your breath quickened as he flattened his tongue along your core, taking you in. He refocused his tongue on your clit as his fingers slowly danced along your legs, making their way up to slowly find their way inside of you. Starting with one at a slow pace, your hips jolted forward as you begged for more, allowing him to add a second digit inside of you, picking up the pace. Moans streamed from your lips as he set a steady, fast, pace, whilst continuing to work his tongue over your clit. Your hands found his hair again, pushing his face forward, grinding forward against his lips.

“Holy shit Jake” you moaned out as you began to slowly feel a knot forming in your stomach. Just when you thought it was impossible, he picked up the pace even faster, slipping his hands under your legs pulling you closer, and anchoring you in place as your back arched with pleasure. Your head dug back into the pillows as you let out a close-to-pornographic moan release from your lips. His tongue worked quick circles around your clit, making your head spin with pure pleasure. You had missed the feeling of him on you, in you, and you never wanted to let go of the feeling you gained back.

“J-Jake I’m s’close,” you said a little too loudly “don’t stop, please.” you said with a moan as you could feel you losing yourself with pleasure.

As he continued to work quickly, he involuntarily thrust his hips forward into the mattress and you wanted nothing more than for him to be in you.

“Jake stop fuck stop.” you said almost defeatedly knowing you were close to pure bliss. Immediately without thought, he lifted his face from between your legs, keeping his fingers inserted, moving at a far slower pace.

“What's wrong?” he said breathily, still trying to get his bearings about him.

“Nothing I just,” you said fighting back another moan as his fingers still worked inside of you, “I want you in me, I can’t wait any longer.” you said quickly. He met your words with a smirk and finished by curling his fingers in you and pulling them out, leaving you wishing he didn’t stop. He brought his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them and having you watch as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Jesus you taste so good Angel” he said raspily, moving his way up to be over you, lining himself up. Rubbing his hands up and down his shaft a few times you took the opportunity to switch positions, straddling him. You leaned forward to press kisses to his lips and slowly down to his chin, then neck, sucking harshly assuring you would leave a proud mark for the morning, down to his chest and torso. Slowly, you reached for his member, giving it a few pumps before slowly lowering yourself down onto him, releasing a mouth from your lips due to the stretch his size brought to you. God how I missed him was all you could think to yourself. Slowly, you began to move, setting a slow back-and-forth movement before working yourself to move more intensely. He brought one hand to your hip as if to anchor you there and another to your breast, leaning forward to put one in his mouth and leave one in his hand, eliciting another moan. As his mouth worked over your sensitive breasts, you began to pick up your pace and slowly pick yourself up off him before quickly lowering you wereslef back down, setting a speed for him to adjust to. Eventually, his head flew back to the pillows out of pure bliss, continuing to move his hand over your breast.

You leaned forward towards his neck as he began to thrust into you, letting you leave more small bruises for the morning. His hands now switched from your legs to your ass, having a firm grip you were scared would leave you with bigger bruises to form.

“ I missed you,” he whispered into your ear “fuck I missed you so much.” God, he sounded needy, desperate, as if you could get closer and you just didn’t know it.

“Tell me, what’d you miss jakey.” you said weakly. As much joy as this brought you, you wanted this to last, to be able to do this with him whenever be able to be his again, and you wanted him to confirm your hopes that he felt the same.

“I missed it all Y/N, I-” he cut himself off with a moan as you tightened around him as you tried to hold back a moan, despite his command to be vocal “ I missed your laugh, and your beautiful smile, fuck, I missed every aspect of you.” Good enough you thought to yourself given that he was fucking you fast.

You brought yourself up from his neck, taking control once more, picking up where his pace left off.

“Shit m’close baby.” he said quickly, with eyes squeezed shut, similar to how he looked while you rubbed your tongue down his shaft. The sweat forming on his face caused his hair to stick to his face, similar to on stage, making you want him even more than you already had him. With that, he flipped you over, taking over once more, and quickened the pace ever so slightly, clearly impatient. One leg found its way around his waist as the opposite hand reached for his back, clawing, trying to stabilize yourself.

“M’close too,” you said with tears forming in your eyes out of pure desperation, “Jake, faster and don’t stop.” you said gravelly.

Following your command, he drilled into you as the knot that had been building up for so long finally came undone and euphoria took over your body, your heading stretching back, moans streaming from your lips followed by his name. Just as you had begun to start to come down, his high began as his movements began to falter, letting you know he was there. He began to move back, trying to put out. You wrapped your other leg around him and pulled him closer, stopping his action.

“Inside me.. I want it inside me.” you said quickly, whilst looking up at him.

Without a second thought, he fully pushed back in and released himself into you, continuing to fuck the release into you, slowly and painfully. Once he was done, he pulled out, plopping down beside you, both of you breathing incredibly fast. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed kisses onto the side of your face and chin. With the moment of calm, your mind began to race again, but his voice pulled you out of thought.

“I love you Y/N. I love you, only you, I’ve only ever loved you, ever since the minute I layed eyes on you, I knew that I wanted to be with you for every minute of every day. I’m sorry for what I did but I will never stop loving you till the day I die.” He said sweetly, a tone you’ve not heard in years. You turned to look at him, your face serious but eyes filled with shock. You couldn’t find the words so you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was not like before. It was slow, passionate, everlasting. You pulled away and pushed your forehead against his.

“I love you forever Jacob Thomas Kiszka.” you said with a smile forming on your lips. All that time you had spent angry with him, upset with him, you had just wished he was different and he was. Maybe it took years, but he changed. He was your Jake and he always would be. The smile that formed on his lips matched yours.

“I do have to say miss Y/L/N,” your eyes furrowed with confusion, “I think you outdid the rest of the girls in the pit with your outfit tonight,” he said as you began to laugh about how unserious he was.

“Jake”

“Hm?”

“You’re an idiot”

“But you love me so it works out”

“But I love you so it does work out I guesss” you said dragging out your s’s.

He simply wrapped you up to the side of him pressing a kiss to the side of your head as sleep took over both of your bodies, allowing you to feel content once again with your life knowing you were complete once again.

[shiftingparadise]

I don’t know if your busy rn but there is a shortage in FEITAN x readers books and ya girl is dying. I know your inbox is like huge probably but anyways.. IF YOU DO TYSM AND IF YOU DONT TYSM FOR READING ❤��❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😻😻😻🥲🥲🫶🫶🫶🫶

Sorry it took so long. I hope you like this :) In this story, Feitan is similar to my others works. So he isn’t particularly very kind in the beginning. I’m working on your requests now, so if you have one don’t be afraid to send me a message or to ask one! Keep in mind that I have a couple left to do, so I’m only asking for some patience :3.

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PS: I wanted to write another part of this, let me know if I should :)

Warnings: smut and angst.

Word count: 3455

“Be careful, don’t let your heart fool you”, my father took another sip from his coffee, “You’ve got to be sure he isn’t after our money”. “How can you say something like that?”. “I only want what’s best for you. You know that”. “I know him. He would never do anything to hurt me”, you slowly stood up. For some reason, your father’s office never seemed so small before. “Fine”, my father sighed, “Invite him over for dinner”.

You closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the conversation with your father. You didn’t know. You really didn’t. How could you know that he was a Spider? That he was only playing a part? Right, in hindsight everything did seem a little fishy. The way he was suddenly there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Or the way his name didn’t seem to truly ‘fit’ him. Jacob. He didn’t look like a Jacob at all. How could you be this dumb? Life isn’t like the fairytales and you were an idiot to think it could be.

“Where is she?”.

You couldn’t help but shiver. That voice used to be so familiar. So warm and soft.

“Boss told us to keep her in here”, the blonde that stood in front of the door answered. “It’s nice in there, Fei. She has a nice bed and lots of books”, a misguidingly soft voice answered.

The girl seemed so sweet, with her big glasses and her soft eyes. You couldn’t understand how she could be part of a gang like this.

“I don’t care”, Feitan coldly replied before walking past his comrades.

Your stomach started to turn. You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to keep your memories clean from any stains; to remember him the way you knew him. Kind and soft-hearted.

“Look at me”. “No”, you softly answered as you kept your gaze locked on the ground. “I said look at me”, his hands roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t want to”, you almost whispered as you tried not to cry. “Look at me”.

You flinched as you felt the tip of his knife against your cheek. The same place he used to kiss you before wishing you goodnight.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, not daring to say anything. “Are you scared?”, his cold eyes pierced through your skull. “Yes”, you softly agreed while studying his face. He was nothing like the man you used to know.

His facial features were so cold and distant. As if he was frozen in ice for hundreds of years. You couldn’t see half of his face, as it was covered with the coat he was wearing. It was decorated with a skull, making him even more morbid.

“Good”, he roughly pulled away as he lowered his knife to your throat. “Why are you doing this?”, your chin high. “Why?”, he repeated the question while once again lowering his knife. Letting the cold metal rest just beneath your collarbone. Your breathing got heavier as fear’s grip tightened around your body.

You didn’t know he wasn’t the head of this organization, that this wasn’t his plan. To you, he was the man with all the answers. The one who planned this whole scheme.

“If you want money-“, you were cut short by the back of his hand. “Only speak when I tell you to”.

He wasn’t that tall, but the way he hit you made him seem like the devil. Even though you couldn’t see, you knew there was this cruel grin on his face. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed.

“Too hard”, his thumb grazed over your cheek. “Or you’re just too fragile”, he lowered his collar to lick up the drop of blood on his thumb. “Don’t cry”, he kneeled before you, “We’re going to have a lot more fun than this”. “Fei?”, the sweet-looking girl suddenly stood next to him. “What, Shizuku?”, Feitan sighed before standing up again. “Boss said not to hurt her, remember?”, her finger resting on her lip. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue before leaving. “Don’t worry”, the girl cheerfully smiled, “We only need some kind of code. I’m sure your father will give it to us soon”. “Code?”, your eyes widened, “H-he won’t give it!”, you hastily got up from the bed you were sitting on. “Huh? He won’t?”, the girl widened her eyes.

You knew your father. He would never risk the nation’s, no the world’s, safety. Not even for his own daughter.

“You’re after the code for the nuclear weapons, right?”. “I guess… I don’t remember to be honest”, she looked down at the ground. “Listen, my father will never give that code. J-just ask our president-“. “But only your father knows that code, since he’s head of security”, the girl happily smiled, causing you to shiver. “Yo, Shizu”, the blonde angrily yelled from the door. “Huh?”, she looked behind her. “Shut up before you tell her our whole plan”. “Oh right”, she giggled before leaving.

——

“Get the girl, Phinks”, Feitan coldly sighed from behind your door.

You tucked your knees even tighter to your chest. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were they going to kill you? Torture you?

“Get up”, Phinks roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bed. “Let go!”, you tried to struggle, to break free from his grip. “You want me to get Feitan?”, he gritted his teeth. A threat he didn’t have to make twice.

You hastily stopped struggling, now following him into the main room of the abandoned building. The stones underneath your feet felt exceptionally cold, and the nightgown you were wearing didn’t really help to keep you warm.

“She’s freezing”, a voice too soft now greeted your ears, “Put this on her”.

You looked up to a tall figure. His hair was pitch black and there was this kind of cross tattooed on his forehead. He was an exceptionally good-looking man, but somehow his skin was just as cold-looking as Feitan. It didn’t match his kind voice at all.

“Here”, Phinks threw the coat at your feet. “I said put it on”, the dark-haired man smiled, “She can’t put it on when her hands are tied, can she? “Tsk”, the blonde picked up the coat before throwing it over your shoulders.

You scanned the room. There were about 10 people in the room. Some of them just looked evil, but others looked as innocent as a child. Especially a blonde-haired guy with big, green eyes.

“Your father won’t give us the code. Do you-”, the soft voice broke through your thoughts. “Who are you?“.

“Huh?”, you froze in fear as Feitan’s knife was once again pressed to the soft skin of your neck. You didn’t see him move. It felt as if he had just teleported to you.

“Tsk”, his eyes found yours, “How dare you interrupt boss?”. “Come now, Feitan”, the man now walked towards you, stopping before you. Without any warning, his fingers glided over your cheek, “You couldn’t contain yourself before, but you have to now”. Feitan immediately stepped away from you, discontent hidden in his eyes. “Feitan has a hard time holding himself back from… Fun”, the man smiled, “But it seems he did his best with you. I rarely get to see a hostage without any cuts or broken fingers”. “Lucky me”, you sarcastically answered while holding eye contact. “Yes, but keep in mind that luck doesn’t last forever”, he chuckled. “I’m Chrollo. Head of the Spiders”, he walked back to the stairs he was sitting on earlier. “My father isn’t going to give up the code. Not even for me”. “Yes, he made that very clear”, Chrollo replied. “Let me go and I promise my father will give you a generous reward”, your heart racing. “We have more than enough money. Besides, we can’t let you go. You know all of our names. Well… you’ll get to know them”. “What does that mean?”, you took a step back. “Feitan wanted you as a reward during this mission. So whether we’ll get the code or not, you’re not leaving”, Chrollo’s eyes glittered in the dark. “I-I don’t want to”, you started to panic. “Don’t care”, Feitan’s voice was only fuel to your fear. “From now on, you belong to Feitan”, Chrollo signaled Phinks to free your hands. “Keep the coat. I don’t think Feitan cares if you’re cold. You’ll be at least warm that way”, Chrollo spoke as if Feitan wasn’t there. “Right”, Feitan smirked. “At least get her some proper clothing, Fei”, Chrollo coldly looked at his Spider before dismissing everyone.

——

“Here”, Feitan threw a couple of bags on your bed the next day. “Proper clothes”, he leaned against the door.

After Chrollo dismissed everyone, Feitan took you with him to the house he was currently living in. It was a big and luxurious house. It wasn’t really decorated with furniture, only the necessary things like a couch, a dinner table, some paintings on the wall… And the room you were staying in was just as empty. There was a bed, a luxurious bathroom, and a big, walk-in closet that was empty of course.

“Proper clothes?”, your brows pulled together as you pulled a dress out of one of the bags. “This is a Prada dress?”. “I want you to look pretty”, Feitan looked up at the ceiling. “I’ll get you clothes every week. They won’t last long anyway”, his eyes now darted to yours.

Your stomach turned. You could only imagine what he was going to do to you.

“Wear this one for now”, Feitan slowly walked to your bed before handing you another bag. “For dinner. Hired some chef”. “I’m not hungry”, you clenched your jaw. “I don’t care”, he once again grabbed your jaw, “You’ll do as I say. Got it?”, his lips hovering next to your ear. “I’ve been kind until now, haven’t I? I behaved, so you’ll behave too”.

You didn’t answer, you just nodded in response.

“Good. Now put it on”, he leaned back. “N-now?”, you looked up at him with fear in your eyes. “Yes, want to see your body one last time before I have fun with it”. “What do you mean?”, you tried to keep your voice steady. “Put it on”, his cold gaze let you know his patience was running thin.

With shaking hands, you pulled out the nightgown you were wearing from when Feitan kidnapped you. You weren’t wearing anything underneath it, but that didn’t faze you. Feitan had seen your body many times by now. He used to place kisses all over it, making you feel like no one ever had before.

“This one?”, you covered your breasts with your arm. “Yes”, he got closer. You pulled out a beautiful, black dress from the back.

It wasn’t especially short, but it wasn’t long either. The fabric ended just above your knees. It was a tight dress until your belly, where it opened up like a flower. It was a beautiful dress, no doubt about it.

“I’ll close it”, Feitan guided you to a mirror before his hands glided along your waist.

His touch didn’t seem rough at all. It felt just as before.

“You like it?”, he took a step back when he zipped up the dress for you. “Hm”, you nodded in agreement. “Dinner’s at 7”, he cleared his throat before leaving you again.

——

You couldn’t eat. There was this lump in your throat that made it feel like you’d throw up if any kind of food entered your mouth.

“I thought sushi was your favorite”, Feitan was sitting on the other end of the table. “It is”, you hastily picked up some food, fearing what might happen if you didn’t eat. “It’s really good”, your eyes widened.

You didn’t realize how much your body needed some kind of fuel. You didn’t eat for at least 2 days now, and you only realized now how hungry you truly were.

“One of the best sushi chefs”, Feitan looked at the kitchen behind him where the chef was preparing more food. He seemed in distress, probably because Feitan made sure he wouldn’t tell a soul you were with him.

After dinner, Feitan guided you back to your room.

“Can I go to sleep?”, you softly asked as you sat down on your bed. “Sleep?”, he tilted his head, “No, it’s time for me to have some fun”. “Fun?”, your breathing started to fasten. “Fun”, his eyes lit up before roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you to another room.

There was nothing in the room except for a chair and a bed. Without any warning, he threw you on the bed and tied your wrists to it.

“What are you going to do?”, your eyes already glossy. “Whatever I want”, a knife in his hand as he slowly crawled on top of you. “I’ve wanted to take you like this since the first time we met”, his nose taking in the scent of your hair. “You know how hard it is to hold back when you’re this pretty? It was almost hard for me to finish at times because you were so boring… Always begging me to kiss you, to take you slow, … I hated it”.

You didn’t answer. There was nothing for you to say. Even when he showed some kindness earlier, you should’ve prepared yourself for this.

He swiftly cut the straps of your dress with his knife, causing it to slide down just beneath your breasts. “Stay still”, his knife firmly pressed against your throat as he noticed you were starting to kick your legs. “Please”, tears streamed down your cheek as he licked up a drop of your blood. “Don’t worry, you’re going to like this”, he looked into your eyes before cupping your cheek, “I’ll be rough, but I won’t be a monster. I know you’re body and when it’s ready for me. Even though you won’t admit it, I know you’ve been craving my touch. I saw it earlier when you were undressing in front of me… Your legs were rubbing against each other when I zipped up your dress. You only do that when you want me”.

Yes. No. Maybe. You knew he was right. Earlier… You wanted him, but you tried to push those thoughts away as much as you could. He wasn’t the man you knew. He was a psychopath, how could you want someone like him?

“Now, stay still”, his nails dug into the soft flesh of your waist as he pulled up your dress with the other. “Feitan, please”, another tear was streaming down your cheek. “Say it. Tell me you want me to stop”, his knee pushed your legs open as his digits hovered over your most sensitive spot. “I’ll stop if you do”, a devilish smirk in his eyes.

But you didn’t want him to. You didn’t care if he was going to be rough, or if he was even going to hurt you. You wanted him.

“See?”, he chuckled at a lack of answer. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’ve never been this wet for me”, he softly bit on your shoulder. You closed your eyes as you were still trying to fight yourself. “I asked you a question”, his hand wrapped around your throat as he bit your shoulder again. Only harder this time. “S-shit”, you cried out in pain. “I’m going to cover you in bitemarks for ignoring my question”, he loosened his grip around your neck while his fingers slowly entered you. “Fuck”, you arched your back as he left bite marks on your body.

You couldn’t deny it any longer. He made you feel good, better than he ever did.

“Tsk”, Feitan frowned when you came undone around his fingers, “Wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this”. “I-I’m not”, you avoided his gaze as your cheeks turned red. “Liar”, he softly hummed while undressing himself.

Your eyes were glued to his body. Now it was clear why he never took off his shirt.

“Who did that to you?”, you quietly whispered as you noticed his scars. For a second, his eyes widened while his lips were slightly parted.

There was this short-lived moment in his mind where he wanted to let you in and where he wanted you to care for him. An unwilling memory of your arms wrapped around him flashed before his eyes.

“Shut up”, his eyes went dark again, “Don’t talk”.

Afraid of being enchanted by your warm voice again, he thought it better not to hear your voice at all.

He didn’t ask if you were ready for him. It was unnecessary. By now, your legs are already wrapped willingly around his waist. “Feitan”, your eyes closed as his forehead was pressed against yours. “Don’t”, Feitan grunted as he got even rougher, “I don’t want you to enjoy this”.

That was a lie. He wanted you to, more than anything. It wasn’t his intention for you to enjoy this, and he surely didn’t want to leave you so perfectly. In his mind, he wanted to hurt you, to make you bleed, just as he did with all those before you. That’s what he enjoyed. Torture. Not this. This wasn’t like him, and it made him mad but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t want to hurt you, more so, it would even make him feel bad about himself.

“Sorry”, your lips pressed against each other as a whisper left your chest. “Fuck”, he grunted in agitation.

He didn’t know what to do, but this didn’t feel right.

“Tell me”, he clenched his jaw at the realization of how soft he had gotten for you. “W-what?”, you looked to the side. “Tell me you want me, please”, his eyes were glued to a bitemark he left.

He couldn’t lie. The bruises looked so good on your body, but only because you enjoyed it. If he did something like that while you were crying, begging him to stop…

“I want you, Feitan”, your soft voice melted something inside him as if a fire was lit inside his heart. “Even now? Even when you see who I truly am?”.

“Even now”.

Without thinking twice, he cut the rope that was holding you down.

“Touch me. Like you used to”, he softly grabbed your wrist before placing your hand on the back of his head.

You obeyed as you softly tugged at his dark hair.

“I don’t want to take you slowly like I used to, Y/N”. “You don’t have to”, your legs tightened around his waist.

That was all he needed to hear. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours.

“You feel so good”, your breathing got heavier as you could feel he was getting close. “Yeah?”, his voice low, “Want me to breed you?”. You hastily nodded as you could feel yourself getting closer to your own climax. “Really?”, he chuckled, “You never let me come inside you before. Always crying about being scared to get pregnant”. “P-please Feitan”, you arched your back. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fill you up this time, whether you want me to or not”.

Your legs now started to shake as you came undone around him.

“That’s it. Good girl”, Feitan grabbed your jaw, “Now look at me and beg”. “P-please Fei, want you to come inside me”. “Want me to put a baby in you? Making you mine forever?”. “P-please”.

Feitan couldn’t contain himself any longer. With heavy breaths and low grunts, he let his head rest against your shoulder.

“Never felt so good”, he slowly pulled out, before placing a soft kiss on the bitemark he left on your shoulder. “Hm”, you happily smiled.

He didn’t know why he decided to act cold again. Honestly, he hated himself for it, but there was something inside him. A feeling he never felt before. Was it fear? Was he scared that you were going to leave him? No. You couldn’t leave him. He kidnapped you and you had nowhere to go. It was something else. He knew you weren’t going to leave, but he was scared you were going to hate him for what he did. Or rather, for who he was. You didn’t know the real him.

“Don’t think this will happen again”, he coldly got up, “You won’t enjoy this next time”.

You lowered your eyes as you watched him put on his clothes.

“Can I-“.

“Go to your room and shower. I don’t care what you do for the rest of the night”, he clenched his jaw before leaving you alone.

[oddheadd]

Yandere Ex Boyfriend x Reader

CW: Drug use, manipulation, suicidal stuff, Angst, a bit shorter :P

He's doing it again.

I try not to break down immediately as soon as I hear his sick voice, slurring and barely managing to turn words into sentences.

"I... Need you to come here... I took too much..."

I let out a shakey breath. "I'll be right there. Got any Naloxone?"

He groans and I sigh, running into my kitchen and looking for it, left after we broke up. I grab the bottle and reassure him, before hanging up.

He did it again.

Whenever he's left with a slight inconvenience, he starts taking drugs like a starved man. Sometimes to kill himself, sometimes to grab some attention. There have been countless times with me holding his hair while he throws up, giving him Naloxone while trying not to lose my own consciousness 'cause of my boyfriend literally dying.

His condition was hard on our relationship, forcing me into a miserable life of walking on eggshells and trying to keep him alive by giving him all kinds of attention and love, even when I didn't feel like it...

I decided to send him to rehab, and he was doing fine for a few months, hadn't even touched a can of beer.

Now I don't know how to look into his eyes, with his constricted pupils, his skin void of any color and his skinny, hollowed cheeks.

I zone out, not even realizing when I arrive in front of his building. It's old and probably moldy inside. I quickly run up a few set of stairs, and barge into his apartment, the pills ready in my hand.

"Baby? Is that you?" I hear his voice call out for me. I run into the kitchen and end up absolutely flabbergasted.

"Ah, there you are!" He smiles and hugs me tight, burying his face in my neck and... Inhaling deeply.

"Are- Are you alright?" I ask, confused. "...Why is the table set..?"

I pull away from the hug.

He looks... Healthy. His cheeks aren't as hollow, his skin has returned to it's saturated color and his pupils... Are dilated.

It doesn't smell like weed.

"Hey... What's the meaning on this? You seem... Fine."

"I... Got better. Now that you're here especially-!" He chuckles awkwardly. "I knew you'd come... For me. I knew you'd never leave me to die... And I wanted to thank you for all the time you kept me alive."

I stare at him, my brows furrowed. "...Thank me?"

He nods, with an uneasy smile.

I huff. "You're disgusting. You lied that you were dying, just to get me here?"

"...I- Yeah, but-"

I tear up. "Is this a joke to you?!" I yell. "All the nights I've spent taking care of you, just for you to try and kill yourself all over again for shit like me not kissing you goodnight?! Not sucking you off?! Don't call me. Even if you're dying, I won't come to save you again."

I say the last line calmly, setting the pill pottle onto the table with a loud sound, before turning to leave.

"No.. (Y/N) Don't leave..." He frowns. I ignore him.

He grabs my wrist. "If you leave, I'll actually kill myself. My blood will be on your hands."

"Go fuck yourself."

I roughly remove his hand and slam his front door shut.

⁠♡

My ringtone awakens me. I groan as I look at the id, and see his name, along with an old photo of us hugging burns my eyes. I pick up. "If you call me one more time, I'll block your number again."

"Baby... Please, help me..." I hear him sob into the phone. "Couldn't get the 8 ball... I took some pills and I feel nauseous... I need you, please just come here and- and jus hug... Just make me feel loved like you used to... I don't wanna die alone and sad, I want you by my side...."

I hold my breath. "...You're lying again."

Some time passes and he doesn't respond. "...You there?" I ask.

My heart drops at the lack of response and I immediately get up, throw some clothes on and head to his place again. I once again, burst into his apartment and this time see him on his bed with his eyes closed. I tear up as I drop onto my knees next to him. "Can you hear me? Jacob, can you hear me?!" I shake him but it doesn't bring him to consciousness. I take a note of the random medical pill packages on the floor and sit him up, shoving my fingers down his throat to make him throw up.

He gags, his eyes opening as he throws up. I then lay him back down and grab Naloxide from the table.

⁠♡

I lay next to him, the vomit I cleaned few minutes ago still present in my mind, feeling the acid in my nails and the smell. He has his arms wrapped around me tight. His heart is still beating. In fact, it started beating faster, he should be awake.

"...Why do you keep doing this?" I ask, my voice calm.

"...How else do I keep you around?" He asks gently, his voice a little hoarse from sobbing and wailing before on the phone. "I don't wanna live... If you're not with me."

I grit my teeth. "...I hate you." I whimper, before breaking out in sobs.

"...At least you're with me." He says calmly, burying his face in my hair while rubbing my shoulder to calm me down.

A/N: Blehhh felt angsty and sad today. Hope you enjoy!

[xetlynn]

Twilight- The Switch of Daylight: Chapter Nine, Hot and Cold

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

Eight | Nine | Ten

Days have passed since I've seen Sam. Weirdly I feel like I need to be cautious around him now.

Bella noticed how short I've been with everyone, like I'm in the room with everyone but mentally I'm far... far away. She's been trying to convince me to go to the Rez with her to help her and Jacob fix up the bikes she got from the neighbor. Well she secretly got them. Charlie doesn't know.

I've declined every single time but for some reason today I feel like I just need a reason to get out of the house. "You really want to come?" Bella smiles at me as I pull on my leather jacket that I haven't worn in a while. "Yes, don't make me change my mind." I point a finger at her, causing her to chuckle. Leading us out of the house, she convinced me to drive my bike with her on the back. Something I wasn't entirely sure on doing but she's my older sister. I have to have some sort of respect in her "seniority." Even if it's only a 10 and a half month difference.

I give her my helmet since she's still human. When I take off I feel her grip my waist and I laugh to myself. "It's not funny, you have to warn someone before you do that!" She shouts over the sound of the wind hitting us. "It wouldn't have been as funny!" I admit to her, I feel her jab my side. She mumbles a "whatever," I speed up, getting closer to the rez.

We get to the garage that Bella directed me to. She trusted me to hear everything even though she couldn't herself. I park in a quick motion, letting Bella off and give me my helmet back. "Woah, I get the privilege of having both Swan sisters with me today?" Jacob teases as he pokes his body out from the garage. "Yeah, don't get too excited." I tell him, following Bella inside after putting my kickstand up, making sure it doesn't slide in the dirt. He puts his hands up in defense, we go over to the two bikes that look pretty good.

"You guys are doing fucking amazing." I comment, admiring the bikes. "Thank you, thank you." Jacob does a tiny bow, his hair slightly getting in his face. Then I remember things Sam said about him. About how he could be next turning into a wolf. My face scrimmages at the thought. About the fact that me being here could also be the reason he would turn into one.

"Earth to [Name]." The two wave in my face, shaking me out of my thoughts. I smile at them. "Yes?"

The rest of the day, they show me what they've been doing, showing how I can help as well. Quil and Embry pass by a few times. I watch how they all mess with Bella. How happy she looks compared to how she was just weeks ago. The nightmares also seem to be calming down. The slightest bit.

The next day I decide to join them again. We end up staying later than what we did yesterday. "Quil keeps asking to come over. I think he likes you a little too much." Jacob suddenly speaks up as we were walking to her truck. I'm not leaving with her, I have some things I need to do but I just want to make sure she gets home safe.

"Tell him I'm not into the cougar thing." Bella half-heartedly tells him. "What is it with you and age? I mean that Cullen guy was young, didn't seem to... bother you." You can tell he instantly regrets his choice of words, especially mentioning Edward. I notice her spirits shift. "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow Jacob!" I jump in, patting his back as Bella forces a smile.

"Goodnight Jake." She waves to him and gets in her truck. We watch as she drives off.

"I can't believe I said that." He curses at himself, kicking the dirt once her truck is out of sight. "It's okay, she knows you didn't mean anything by it." I rub his back, he flinches away from my touch out of shock.

"Dude, your hand is hot." He hisses. My eyebrows furrow.

"Hot?" I try to feel it myself but it's just the normal ice cold feeling it's always had since I turned.

"Yeah, are you running a fever or something?" He comes up to me, touching my forehead but when he does he tilts his head. "Now you're cold. What the heck?" He flips his hand over a few times, feeling my forehead. I laugh, shoving him away. "I think you're going crazy." I ruffle his hair to piss him off, and like usual it does. "Hey, that's messed up." He goes to fix it as I snicker.

"I gotta speak with your dad, I'll talk to you later." I punch his shoulder, jogging towards his house. I glance back to see him still fixing his hair, heading towards the garage.

My hand was hot? Maybe it was just so cold it felt hot? I open the front door to Billy's house, his head turns my way and he raises a brow.

"What can I do you for, [Name]? You got more questions?" He doesn't move his wheelchair my way so I take it as a sign to go over to him. "Not exactly? Do I feel hot to you?" I ask him, putting my hand in front of him.

I watch him as he takes a deep breath, slowly going to grab at my hand. I feel the usual flinch most people do as they feel the coldness of my skin. "No... why do you ask?" He looks up at me, letting go of my hand. "Jacob said my hand was hot when I rubbed his back. Maybe it was just overly cold and confused him?" I lean against the wall. "You're definitely not hot right now." He mutters, staring at the ground. The tv plays in the background. "If it happens again let me know." He tells me. "What does it mean?" I carefully question.

"Nothing good, that's what." He's angry. I start to rub my arms in anxiousness. "I'm sorry." I say, his eyes snap towards me. His eyes soften at the sight of me.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, [Name]. It's just a very unfortunate circumstance for you." He makes eye contact with me and I can tell he's mentally apologizing.

That night, Bella had another nightmare. Charlie and I rush up from our spots in the house. Her screams fill our ears, Charlie turns the light on, both of us going to either one of her sides. Gently shaking her. Her eyes open, tears streaming down her face. I help her sit up, sitting on the bed with her. She's told me the coldness I have soothes her when she wakes up. As if I'm him when she feels my hand on her arm.

Charlie hands her the glass of water, she takes a drink of it and I watch him pull the dream catcher from her bedpost.

"This thing's not working very well." He grunts. "It's... not as bad as it was." Bella whispers. "Yeah right. I know what it's like, you know. When your mom left me. I had a hell of a time. Imagined doing all kinds of crazy things, just to stop the pain." He admits to her, Bella avoids his look. She curls into my touch, I hold her a little tighter.

"But hanging out with Jacob seems to help get your mind off things." He states, more questionably though. "He's been keeping me afloat." She agrees. "That's good. He's a good guy." Charlie hypes him up, I roll my eyes while smirking, knowing it would give the kid a bigger ego.

He leaves the room and I go to do the same but Bella tugs on my arm. "Please stay with me." She pleads, I nod, plopping back down on the bed.

"I'm sorry for using you as a body pillow." She mumbles, cuddling into my side. It reminds me of when we were kids. Even though she's older I always was holding her. Protecting her. Our dynamic switching when certain things happen. "It's okay. It's better than being alone. The night time is the worst." I share with her. "I'm sorry." Is all she says before she closes her eyes, falling back asleep.

"We got lucky at the dump. You know how much a new crankshaft goes for?" Jacob informs us as Bella drives along the La Push cliffs. I'm in the middle as Jacob sits by the window, he studies a greasy motorcycle crankshaft. "Sure, I spend all my free time on crankshaft-dot-com." She sarcastically responds. "I think that's a porn site." I speak up, Jacob agrees with me with a laugh.

"These bikes are gonna be rolling soon. Where should we ride first?" He asks Bella, changing the subject. "Someplace sunny." It then clicks in her head that I wouldn't be able to go. "Like there's any place sunny around here." Jacob comments. "Actually I think around here might be good." She falls back on her word.

Then I see Bella look int he distance of the cliff. I glance over to see Sam, Jared, and Paul rough housing. "Isn't that Sam Uley?" She points ahead. "And his cult." Jacob bitterly says. Then two of the guys throw Jared over the cliff, Bella slams on the brakes.

Jumping out of the truck. Jacob and I follow after her. "Oh my god! Stop them!" She runs toward them. Jacob and I burst into laughter, which slows her down.

"They're not really fighting. Bella. They're cliff diving." He assures her. "What, on purpose?" Bella looks over at us.

"Scary as hell, but a total rush." Jacob nods his head. "I did it when I was apart of their supposed cult." I bump Jacob as I walk closer to Bella. We watch Paul take a running start, flinging himself in the air. "Most of us jump from lower down." Jacob bumps me back. "Think I could?" Bella asks us,s till staring at them. My eyes widen. "Man, first motorcycles, now cliff diving?" He questions my sister.

"You said it was a rush."

"Maybe on a warmer day. And not from the top. We'll leave the howling off to Sam and his disciples." Bitterness. We both look at him.

"You don't like them." Bella states. "They think they run this place. Acting all bad ass, calling themselves "protectors." Jacob scoffs, putting his hands in his pockets. "What are they protecting?"

"The tribe, the land, their right to be jerks. Embry used to call them hall monitors on steroids; now look at him." Jacob points at them. Bella and I look closer to see Embry, now with short hair.

Another turned... my face falls. "That's Embry? I didn't recognize him. What happened to him?" Bella looks back at him. "He missed some school- then out of nowhere. He's following Sam around. Same thing happened with Paul and Jared. They weren't even friends, now Sam owns them. Sam keeps giving me this look, like he's waiting for me or something. It's kinda freaking me out." Jacob tells us, well more to Bella. If only he knew what was really happening between them.

"Maybe you should just avoid them." Bella says.

"I try but..." I watch her observe him them hug him reassuringly. "Hey. If it gets worse, we'll go to my Dad. Or you can come stay with us." She looks at him, then he glances over to me and I nod, agreeing with her.

"Thanks." He holds onto her. "If this is how you're going to react, I'll freak out more often." He smirks, ruining the moment for Bella.

She playfully shoves him. I then look over to the cliff again. Sam is already directly staring at us.

Once he makes eye contact with me though he dives over the edge.

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LULLABY

genre. fluff. warnings. none. pairing. jacob x reader. wc. 385.

A smile crept on your face as soon as you heard the first soft strums of the guitar from the other room. The smooth D chord followed by an A mingled with the sound of the hot water hitting your back. This was what it felt like to be truly relaxed, you thought.

His angelic voice came next, and though he only started out humming quietly, you could still hear it over the sound of the water. You sighed and grabbed the bottle of conditioner, squirting out a dollop into your palm before massaging it into your hair.

You finished the shower quickly, drying down and slipping into your soft pyjamas. You opened the door to the bedroom after brushing your teeth, feeling the cooler air hitting your skin after stepping out of the fogged up bathroom.

Jacob didn’t look up from where he was seated on the bed, guitar in hand. He knew you would come sit next to him anyway, which is exactly what you did. You climbed up on the bed next to him, and rested your head gently on his left shoulder.

He smiled and stopped plucking on the guitar strings, “Hi, darling.”

You whined softly, “Keep going.”

“Any requests?” He asked, kissing your temple softly.

“Star by Colde?”

He hummed and adjusted the capo, giving it an experimental strum before starting to play properly.

You closed your eyes, snuggling comfortably next to him. You could faintly smell the scent of his cologne that had faded throughout the day which relaxed your senses even more than the shower had. Combined with his mellow voice, you felt like you could fall asleep right then and there.

But there was one thing missing before you could slip into your dreamland.

“Cobie?”

“Hm?” He kept on strumming, turning his head to you.

“Goodnight kiss?” 

He smiled as he leaned towards you slightly, letting you connect your lips to his. Jacob’s voice was soft, but his lips were infinitely softer, and if you could have kissed him for eternity, you would have.

But instead, you broke off the kiss in favour of curling up under the covers. Jacob played another song before putting his guitar away and lying down with you, engaging in one final whispered conversation before allowing sleep to take over you both.

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[romance-lover77]

Newt Scamander x Fem Muggle reader

Plot: Your’s and Newt’s daughter asks for a baby sibling

Warning: Smut +18 (sorry if the smut writing is horrible) Part 2 is the link below

You’ve been married to Newt Scamander for 5 years now and you guys have a little girl of 4 years, she is a half-blood since you are a muggle. You and Newt met each other during the dark age of Grindelwald since Jacob Kowalski was your store neighbor because you owned a bookstore and coffee shop. One day while Jacob and Queenie were on vacation for their Honeymoon. Newt appeared injured and you happened to find him and brought him to your apartment. You knew nothing about the wizarding world and you had no idea who Newt was. You healed him and Newt had asked if he could stay with you for a few weeks because he had to stay hidden. So Newt and you spent weeks together and in that time you guys bonded and he educated you about the wizarding world/magic and his magical creatures. You fell in love with his magical creatures and with him. He also fell in love with you, deeply. You guys got married when the dark age Grindlewald was over. Now living in London in a cottage with your daughter and your husband Newt.

It was night and you were tucking in your daughter to sleep and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight Lottie my sweetie” you smiled and Lottie smiled.”Goodnight mommy”. You were about to leave until Lottie spoke. “Umm mommy I actually wanted to ask something for my birthday since it’s coming up”. This really brought you curiosity since it was rare for Lottie to ask for anything, she was exactly like her father Newt selfless and always did the right thing. “ohh yea sure sweetie you can tell me, Me and daddy will try our best on getting you the present you want”. You smile happily. Lottie looked a little nervous and was playing with her hands which made you wonder why she was acting that way. “Well I was wondering if you and daddy can-can give me a baby brother or sister for my birthday”. You were in shock and blushing really hard since obviously your daughter didn’t know how babies are made and where they come from, it actually wasn’t that easy. You really didn’t know how to explain to her that it’s not that easy and you didn’t know if Newt wanted another baby.You would be happy to have another baby but maybe Newt didn’t want another baby. “Sweetie” you sit on her bed where she’s laying. “I’m sorry to tell you but that birthday wish won’t be really easy to grant, maybe me and daddy won’t be able to”. Lottie looked a little sad and looked down “why?”. You felt bad and said “well…. because babies are really expensive and right now we can’t afford to have one right now” . you really tried your best to come up with a lie, hopefully that she would accept it though you did wish you could give her a baby brother or sister. Lottie frowned and said “oh it’s okay mommy I understand”. You really felt bad, you really did and your curiosity took over. “Lottie sweetie, where did you get the idea of wanting a baby sibling?” Lottie, still looking down says “well it’s because I see other kids have brothers and sisters, always looks like they have fun and share. I want someone to share with and play with. and also uncle Theasus always tells me stories about him and daddy having fun as kids. so I thought maybe you know…”

Now you understand it all, Lottie felt lonely since she didn’t have any friends. She acts shy and antisocial just like Newt. She was exactly like Newt, special. and other kids thought Lottie was strange. Which hurt you because she was your daughter she didn’t deserve that. You disliked kids who picked on your precious daughter and hoped one day there would be kids wanting to be friends with her. Now you really didn’t know what to say, but now you wanted to do something about it. You hug Lottie who then hugs you back. “Oh sweetie I know what you are feeling, I'm sorry that you feel lonely, I just want you to know that I love you and that I'm here okay. And I'll see what I can do okay I have to discuss this with your daddy”.

Lottie felt excited and smiled “is that a maybe!?”. You chuckle “don’t get excited your daddy also has to be involved in this, I just want you to know if Daddy and me decide no, please understand. Like I said a baby can be expensive, but if Daddy and I decide yes just know that the baby won’t be here for your birthday it might take some time okay?”

Lottie smiles and says” I understand mommy!, thank you for considering it!”

she kissed your cheek.you loved seeing your daughter happy. “Alright now little missie you gotta go to sleep now it’s late, Goodnight”

You get up and as you're standing at the doorway Lottie says “Goodnight mommy!” you smile and turn off the light and close the door. Now that was the moment that you started to feel nervous that you had to ask Newt if he wanted to have another baby.

Newt has been a bit busy lately with traveling and helping magical creatures around the world. He literally just got back from scotland today and was now working on some paperwork that he had to do. He must be exhausted and you probably imagined this wouldn’t be the right time to ask and discuss but you knew that this had to be the time. So you go to yours and Newt’s bedroom, you see that his suitcase was in the ground and immediately knew that he was down in the habitats taking care of his creatures. So you go down there and see him without his coat on, only his waistcoat or vest and his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up. You thought he looked so handsome, still wondering how he fell in love with you. Newt was taking care of the graphorns and you walked up to him. “Hi honey, what are you doing?”

Newt looks at you and smiles “Hi love, i’m just seeing how the graphorns are doing, is our sweetie in bed?”

you smile because you know how much Newt loves yours and his daughter, you loved how he was such a good Father. “Yes she is sound asleep now and well I know that you’re busy but I came down here wanting to talk to you about something and it has to do something about Lottie’s birthday”.

Newt looks at you curiously and feels kind of worried that it might be something serious. “Is everything okay?”. you smile kind of nervously and play around with your hands and Newt noticed this. He knows that when you play around with your hands it means that you are nervous about something. Newt got kind of worried and frowned .”Oh no no, everything is fine umm you know what I’ll just wait until you come to bed, if not and i know that you are really busy, we can talk about this tomorrow, Goodnight..”. You just speed walk away without letting Newt answer back and you get out of the suitcase. Newt couldn’t focus on work seeing you nervous like this, he got worried so he tried finishing his chores as fast as he could so he could speak with you.

You got dressed for bed and were now laying in bed reading a book that you enjoyed. When Newt got out of the suitcase and locked it as soon as he got out of it. He looked at you reading and noticing how you were a bit shaky. He was about to speak when you looked at him and said “Newt I prepared your bath for you, you can take a bath now”. Newt frowned but he knew he should take a bath first so he can talk calmly with you. So he went to the bathroom.

As soon as he left ,you put your hand on your chest and took a deep breath. You are really nervous to actually tell him, thinking maybe he doesn’t want anymore kids or maybe he doesn’t desire you. And just thinking of making love with Newt makes you so nervous. You and Newt haven’t done it in a while since he’s been very busy with work and you thought maybe he wouldn’t like your body anymore, and you did gain a bit of weight. You were feeling really insecure.

Newt got out of the bathroom and was in pajamas, ready for bed. You tried not to make eye contact with him and he sat next to you in bed noticing how you were avoiding eye contact. Newt then says “My love, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about Lottie’s birthday?”

You gulp and slowly put your book down and still without any eye contact you say “ well….. you see, Lottie did something very unusual, she asked me for a birthday present”.

Newt smiles, his heart warmed because his daughter finally asked for something and thinking that he will happily give anything for his precious daughter.”That’s brilliant!, what did she ask for?”

That's when you gulp and stare down at your fingers and start playing with them. “She asked for well ummm… a baby brother or sister”. Newt’s eyes widened, being really surprised with the birthday wish his daughter wanted.

You noticed the silence and you started to feel the panic and imagined that Newt was going to say how he doesn’t wanna have kids with you anymore.

Newt then spoke with his eyes still widened “what did you tell her ?”

“Well I told her that I had to discuss it with you first but she shouldn’t get excited because a baby can be expensive and well it’s not easy to get a baby, so now we are here to discuss it”.

Newt is now blushing and looks away shyly now, him not making eye contact but you thought this meant that he didn’t want to have a baby.

he then says “what do you think?”

you then take a deep breath and with a shaky voice “well if i’m being completely honest Newt I want to have a baby, and our daughter said that the reason she wants a sibling is because she sees other kids with their siblings playing and that she wants to experience that.” you finally look at Newt in the eyes with a sad expression and Newt looks at you too and sees that expression, while frowning. “Oh Newt.. our daughter is so lonely and you know she doesn’t have any friends and it hurts me. This is a birthday present I am willing to give. I don’t want her to be an only child, I don’t want her to grow up lonely. I know sometimes you dislike your brother Theasus but you guys are there for each other and you guys had your fun times together. I want Lottie to have that.. but I would understand if you don’t want to have kids anymore”.

Newt then hugs you which surprises you because he barely hugs. He then whispers in your ear. “I am also willing to give Lottie her present”. Which sent shivers down your spine then he ends the hug and faces you again and cups your face. “who said I didn’t want kids anymore, I want to have many kids with you y/n even if it’s 8 or more”. Your face turns completely red, feeling your heart beat really fast.

You then clear your throat and look away in embarrassment “Well that means that we have to try and make a baby as soon as possible, it’s been a while since we’ve done it because you’ve been busy with work and we hadn’t had a chance and I’m sorry if i’m not as good as I use to be because i’ve gained some weight”.

Newt just smiles and thinks how cute you are just rambling but Newt did agree that he’s been busy and you guys haven’t had the chance to do it in a while. He’s actually been wanting to do it since forever and was always upset that work wouldn't give him a chance to make love to you. He missed your body so much, he missed caressing it and kissing it. He missed your soft lips against his. He missed you so much that when he would travel he would have to pleasure himself to calm himself down. He also didn’t want to bother you because he wanted to do it so much that he wouldn’t mind how late it would be to do it after he finished work but he knew how tired you were after being a stay home mom. Doing the chores in the house and taking care of Lottie, you would even sometimes help him feed his creatures when he was doing paperwork that he had to finish.

He just smiled and said “you have no idea how i’ve been wanting to make love to you ,my y/n. I don’t care if you lost weight or gained weight or whatever weight I love you, let’s make a baby”.

You smile and blush”I love you too Newt, i’m ready”.

Newt starts kissing you, both your tongues have a fight with passion. Newt starts to unbutton your pijama and lay you down on the bed getting on top of you. He then starts kissing your neck and you close your eyes in pleasure. You start helping Newt unbutton his pijama as well and taking off each other's pants and underwear, all clothing imaginable. Leaving both of you naked and all your clothes on the ground. You saw Newt’s erection making you feel wet down there and hungry for him. Newt then starts sucking on your tits, his tongue slurping them making you let out a small moan. He then starts caressing your whole body and especially your hips and legs. He loves how thicker you got and soft and plump you feel, making him get bigger down there. he kisses you again, your tongues touching and then puts a finger on your clit and starts rubbing it making you let out gasp mixed with a moan “ahhhh! oh my goodness!” You could literally feel his member get even bigger and rubbing your abdomen making you ache for him. Newt then with both hands cups your breasts and starts massaging them while kissing your neck, how much pleasure he was giving you. You literally couldn’t resist anymore. You need him inside you now. you start moving your hips back and forward aching for him. “Newt please I need you ! I can’t resist anymore” Newt agreed he also couldn’t resist anymore and now you were so wet. Newt lifts up your legs over his shoulders and spreads them finally putting his member inside you making you both moan. At first Newt started with a slow rhythm, pulling it out and back in slowly which still felt amazing for you until Newt started thrusting faster making you moan uncontrollably “AHHH!!!!! NEWT! OH MY!!!!! FASTER!!!PLEASE!!!.

Newt was also moaning and grunting in great pleasure. Both of your bodies sweating, the sweat making your skin sticky and making smacking noises, even more friction, skin to skin. Newt was going crazy because now he was pounding you vigorously that it made you eyes roll back making you feel euphoria. “AHHHH-TH-I-I-S F-E-E-LS S-O-O GOOD!. Newt also moaned “Ahh Fuck! Y/N you’re so tight. He started thrusting faster feeling like he was almost coming to an end as well as you. He felt your walls close around his member. “AHHH!!! I’M COMING!!!!” and you came onto his member, Newt still needed a few more thrusts until he came ,spilling his seed inside you. “BUGGAR! ah!”. Both of you panting and sweating, lowered down your legs. He lowered down and kissed your lips and you kissed back. He was still inside you, taking it out making you let out a whimper. Both yours lips separate and he stares at you with so much love saying “I love you y/n” and you too stare at him with love saying “I love you too Newt”

Newt just lays aside you, spooning you and the blankets over you guys.Newt's nose nuzzling your neck and cheek.

“Oh Newt that was amazing, how much I missed doing this”

“I missed it too we should make time to do it more often and I want to impregnate you many times”

You just giggled “first we have to keep trying for this one until I get pregnant, hopefully this is the target”

Then you gasp in horror, making Newt jump a little and freak out a little.

“What’s wrong ,my love?”

You then cover your eyes with your hands feeling shame. “Newt oh gosh, We probably woke up Lottie and she heard us, we were really loud this time and you didn’t put on the Muffliato charm, or did you? please tell me you did”

Newt got pale because he realized that he forgot to put on the Muffliato charm and you guys were really loud that probably even all the creatures could hear in the inside of his suitcase.

Newt slowly says to you “I-I forgot to do it, we were so in the moment that I forgot to cast it”

You also got very pale and covered your face in so much shame .Thinking how you probably traumatized Lottie and thinking what you would tell her if she asked what the noise was coming up from your room last night. you were hoping that Lottie was deep asleep and heard nothing.

It was the next morning and you woke up like being hit by a truck because you only got a few hours of sleep since the rest of the night you couldn’t sleep just thinking of your daughter Lottie might have heard you and Newt last night. You look at your right and see Newt still peacefully sleeping. He did sleep all night because he’s been very tired from work and plus obviously making love takes a lot of energy. Just looking at him sleep so peacefully makes a smile appear on your face and you reach out your hand to his face caressing it gently. You thought “how did I deserve you Newt?”. You get out of the zone, sit up from bed and stretch your arms. “Okay now to get up to make breakfast for both my loves”. you then proceed to stand up from bed but then there is a painful feeling on your abdomen which makes you fall onto the floor with a loud thump, You also start groaning from the pain and that loud thump woke up Newt. The first thing he noticed that you weren’t on the side of the bed and heard you groaning. He immediately got worried and jerked up from bed running to the other side and saw you there laying on the ground in pain. His eyes widened and kneeled to the ground next to you holding your upper half of you body to sit you up, just the slightest movement on your abdomen made it hurt. Making you groan “ah ah ow”. Newt again worried and scared asked you “love are you okay? what’s wrong?”. You look up at him feeling bad for making him worried. “I'm okay Newt don’t worry it’s just that my abdomen is in pain, I think since we haven’t had sex in a long while that I wasn’t used to it anymore and last night you pounded into me a little too hard.” Newt looked horrified and guilty for making you be in pain. “Love, I'm so sorry for hurting you…, you need some rest”. He proceeds to carry you bridal style and places you on the bed. Newt then starts to freak out and cover you with the blanket and fluff your pillow. “I'm going to make breakfast a-and help Lottie get ready and wash the dishes”. Newt starts saying all this too fast until you interrupt him to calm him down. “Newt Newt! please calm down, please don’t feel guilty, it wasn’t your fault i’m the one who told you to go faster anyways it’s because we haven’t done it in a long while and my body wasn’t used to it anymore. I’m gonna be okay, okay? Please don’t worry, like you said all I need is rest”.

Newt calms down and just nods while not making eye contact because he’s embarrassed. You smile and tell him to come to you which he does. You reach out your arms and pull him closer to you. Both your faces inches apart, you start kissing him and he starts kissing back. His hands on your hips and your hands cupping his face. The kiss ended and both of you separated. Just nuzzling each other's noses. “Newt, can you please make breakfast and help Lottie get ready for the day ”. Newt says “anything for you love” and kisses you one last time. Then he separated from you. While you read your book in bed he started to dress up. Putting on his trousers, white dress shirt, waistcoat and his boots. You must admit you couldn’t resist staring at him; he looked so attractive with his waistcoat. He then placed a kiss on your cheek saying “alright love i'm going to make breakfast and help Lottie get ready for the day”. You smiled ,whispered a thank you and he left the room.

He went to Lottie’s room and sat on her bed, where she was sleeping peacefully. He smiled because he loved his little girl and he hasn’t seen her for weeks since he went to scotland for work and arrived yesterday in the afternoon unable to see her since he had to be done with some papers for work for that same day, and take care of his creatures. He then gently starts moving her shoulder so she could wake up. “Sweetie… Sweetie, it's time to wake up”. Lottie opens her eyes slowly and looks up at Newt, it took her a second to realize that it was her daddy. When she did she stood up so fast in excitement and yelled, “Daddy you’re back!I missed you so much!”. She hugs him and he hugs her too. He smiles and says “I missed you too my sweetie”. Lottie then jerks back and is now facing Newt with such excitement “Did you see the dragons!!!?”. Newt chuckles by the excitement Lottie was showing. “Yes I did and they were huge, their skin was very dark, and very spiky and their eyes purple”. Lottie’s eyes widened with amazement and said “wow amazing!!!! I wish I could have seen it!”. Newt chuckles “one day you will when you are older”. Lottie was so much like her father, they liked and disliked almost the same things, Lottie was shy and antisocial like him, she loved creatures just like him, she even looked like him. Green eyes, freckles on face, same nose, same colored hair, but she did get some qualities from you, her mother. She got your face shape, she got your long luscious eyelashes and your lips as well.

Lottie then looked serious, looked down at her hands and started playing with them. Newt noticed this and frowned. He knew what this meant, because you would also do it and Newt learned that whenever you did that meant you were nervous and Lottie had gotten that from you. He asked “what’s wrong sweetie?”

Lottie looks up and says “I talked with mommy yesterday and I told her that I want a baby brother or sister for my birthday and she said that she would discuss it with you. Did mommy and you talk?”

Newt grinned now knowing why Lottie was acting that way. “Mommy and me did discuss it yesterday”

Lotties eyes widened “And!?”

Newt smiled softly, “mommy and me decided that you deserve to have that gift but just so you know it’s going to take some time”

A big smile appeared on Lottie’s face and hugged Newt so tightly. “Oh thank you daddy I love you so much! I can wait!”

Newt again hugged Lottie “I love you too sweetie”

Newt then says “Now it’s time to get ready for the day, I'm going to help you get ready today”. Lottie smiled and got up on her feet and started jumping on her bed “yay!”

Newt helps Lottie pick out her clothes ,put on her shoes, and brush her hair then it was now time for breakfast.

They both got down to the kitchen and Newt started making breakfast while Lottie was on the table drawing. Newt was horrible at cooking even magic couldn’t help him but he was trying, he wanted to help you since he knew that being a stay home mom was also a hard job and also because you were sick. Newt made some kind of burnt porridge pancakes, some burnt scrambled eggs and banana smoothies. He literally did what you usually do for every Saturday Breakfast. As he was making the banana smoothies. Lottie asked him about you. “Daddy I just realized where’s mommy? why isn’t she here?”

Newt while busy answers,”mommy isn’t feeling well today so that’s why i’m making breakfast”. Lottie then furrowed her eyes with worry for you. She then asked while Newt was trying some of the banana smoothie to see how it tasted. “Daddy, is that why I heard mommy yell really loud last night? because she was in pain?”.

Newt eyes widened and spits the smoothie harshly by the shock. Newt’s whole face became red in embarrassment and shame. Lottie did hear after all and now he didn’t know what to tell her. He was hating himself for forgetting to cast that damn spell.

Newt couldn’t make eye contact with his daughter and just slouched a bit, looking at the floor. “w-well sweetie y-yes.. your mom was in pain last night and couldn’t sleep”. Lottie nodded her head in understandment which made Newt ease a bit but Lottie again asked “I understand but why did I keep hearing the bed make noises daddy?”. Once again Newt tensed up, unable to come up with a lie and answered. “w-well since her back is in pain I was helping your mommy and I was massaging her which made the bed make noise”. Lottie then said “ohhh that makes sense, I really hope mommy gets better”. Newt sighs in relief and calms down. Thinking that next time he will remember to put that spell.

A month has passed and you did get pregnant which made you and Newt so happy. You both had to explain to Lottie that the baby was in your stomach and in 9 months the baby would arrive. Lottie never felt more excited though she did feel a bit sad that it takes a long while. You and Newt had told all your friends and family about the pregnancy news. Everyone was Jacob, Queenie, Tina, Dumbledore, Theasus, Bunty, Professor Hicks and Kama.

Newt of course had made more time for you, and some of that time was making love and actually remembering to put the spell on everytime now.

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People who secretly get off more on simple touches than sex :

Carrie . Hold . Her . Hand . Just hold it . Even better squeeze her hand a few times before slowly lacing your fingers together . The sheer act of intimacy is enough to make her body sing . Positive affection ? From something so simple will send her . So do it and do it often , she’ll melt against you . And god forbid anyone say anything where she can here . She’ll send the nearest sharpest object into someone’s eye for even daring to poke fun at such a sweet moment between the two of you .

Martin . This vampiric boy is a slut for physical touch . Yes , sex and blood are his bread and butter — but truly he wants something a bit more . He wants to be held , to be petted and touched . Fingers through his hair , the way digits interlace when two palms press together as if your saying a prayer together — hold his hand .

Jacob . I don’t care who your are , Jacob is a large man compared to you . Touch starved and skittish he’ll come to desperately rely on your tiny hand on his . The sheer size difference sets a fire inside of him that makes him hard and leaking in the most shameful of ways , but the act of hand holding is so innocent that he can’t bring himself to stop . And you don’t even have to interlace your fingers , just let him capture your hand in his own .

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YOU

What kind of partners I think each slasher would have!

Michael Myers

Someone mature yet naive. Michael only kills people who pose as threats, or that could potentially get in his way.

I think he’d likely go for someone who’s mature enough to be a natural adult but naive enough to believe that they could change him.

Jason Voorhees

Christian nature lover, it just seems to be in his character. Especially with his background, a soft person who has a soft spot for natures creatures.

He’d love a sympathetic person, someone who’s emotionally mature enough to understand why he does what he does but has enough morals to know it’s wrong despite.

He’d love someone who he thinks would’ve saved him when he was drowning or at least tried to be his friend.

Gabriel may

An outcast, someone’s who’s likely been abused or neglected, in wards etc. Gabriel seems like the type of man to want someone he can relate too.

Someone who understands his shaky view of life, someone who has morals but doesn’t try to discourage what he does it try to get him to stop because they understand.

Jacob Goodnight

A christian woman, someone who dresses modest and reads books. Respectful and kind someone that his mother would’ve been at least decently fond of.

Bubba sawyer

A farmer or a gardener. Or just someone sweet in general. Someone who manages to befriend his family and doesn’t seem to pose a threat or want to harm him.

Someone who doesn’t look down on his deformity or cannibalistic family.

Art the clown

Someone completely deranged, mentally unstable and psychotic. Gothic, satanic or atheist. Someone who helps him in his crime, or kills.

The Babadook

A soft mother figure almost, an insect enthusiast.

Chucky

A psychopath or sociopath, he’d date crazy but not someone who’s totally batshit insane. Someone with attachment issues based on how he deals with people who want to leave him.

Vincent Sinclair

Artist, or an art enthusiast. Someone with a traumatic past or a slight psychical deformity. More of a trauma bonding relationship.

Bo Sinclair

City girl, someone who tends to wear revealing clothes with a snarky attitude. A fighter, or just a rough handed/strong woman.

Lester Sinclair

A hunter or a foodie. He’d likely just go line up at a food truck and fall in love with the person working there.

Freddy Krueger

A tough snarky woman, someone who has a short attitude and doesn’t know how to lucid dream. Someone shorter than him.

Patrick Bateman

Someone slightly innocent, an airhead. Someone with a sense of humor who interest defer from his.

Dominic

Someone feminine, someone who’s empathetic and helps others often. Likely someone who volunteers at shelters of just a genuine kind person who has made mistakes.

Hannibal

Someone highly intellectual. Understanding and knows kinesics (Body language.)

Billy Loomis

Someone who has the same aesthetic as him, a horror fanatic, a true crime fan.

Billy Lenz

Someone who’s very hyper sexual and can deal with his sex depravity.

Harry warden

Someone who’s self reserved, respects rules, doesn’t wear too much revealing clothing, introverted.

Norman bates

Someone bold or not shy to speak their mind, someone who’s outgoing and very friendly. Typically someone with a flirtatious demeanor.

Pyramid head

Someone with a lot of unresolved trauma, someone who’s introverted, self reserved, and delusional.

ROB ZOMBIE Michael Myers

Introvert, someone strong or takes on the same personality as his mother. Independent, and younger than him.

[calmcoldevening]

⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ Masterlist with slasher boys i write ｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

☾ Michael Myers

☾ Jason Voorhees

☾ Jedidiah Sawyer

☾ Bubba Sawyer

☾ Thomas Hewitt

☾ Vincent Sinclair

☾ Bo Sinclair

☾ Lester Sinclair

☾ Pyramid head

☾ John Kramer

☾ Amanda Yang

☾ Mark Hoffman

☾ Brahms Heelshire

☾ Hannibal Lecter

☾ Will Graham

☾ Harry Warden

☾ Eric Draven

☾ Jacob Goodnight

☾ Asa Emory

☾ Art the Clown

I finally wrote it haha. Hugs you all

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[ava-valerie]

Ahhhh you write for Jacob Goodnight!! 🥰 I love our handsome boy. Can you do some NSFW headcannons about Jacob with a small, cuddly s/o?

I just saw a slasher movie and decided... it's time to write this super old ask 🤭 Jacob needs more luv! 💖 I give him LUV! (And everything he wants)

** Headcanon **

NSFW below the cut (18+ readers only)

Tags: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @amofbebbanburg @sophiewolfheart-blog

Jacob has a new treasure captured

It's... you

You are so small and innocent, he couldn't resist hiding you from everyone else

His little secret

Just for him

The world outside is full of sinners, so he won't allow that you ever leave

So pretty and tiny

He makes sure that you are comfortable, though

By bringing you pillows, blankets

(Don't get me wrong, you are still captured in a cage)

Most of the time he just stares at you adoringly, not sure how he should approach you

The other night, you are sleeping, he can't resist anymore and opens the cage

He needs to feel you

Smell you

Have you

Jacob scoops you up in his huge arms and inhales the scent of your hair as you slowly wake up

His body tenses as the lust in him grows to a point where's no return

He never was allowed to give in to pleasure, and now he has this sweet, little angle in his arms

Who smells like salvation

He drops you on top of a dirty old couch and kneels between your legs

You can see the massive bulge in his pants throbbing and you gasp at that sight

(He's one big dude)

Without any hesitation, he slides a hand in his pants and pulls out his cock

Hungrily stroking it while staring at you

You feel a rush of heat in your body

This is evil. This is wicked. AND still arousing

When you struggle out of your pants, he exhales an excited groan

You both are touching yourselves while looking at each other

Eventually Jacob grabs your hands and holds them aside while lowering himself on top of you

He thrusts his cock inside your pussy, out of control and so very hard

The sex is quick, hot, and quite brutal

(It's the first time for him, so he doesn't have experience)

He orgasms twice and still pounds you

Cum runs down your thighs and you hold on his shoulders tight

When he finally gets out of breath, he cuddles you close in a tight grip

Pretty, little angel

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 771

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @cvasquez (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

[slashersins]

Do you think you could do playfighting hc with the sinclair brothers, jacob, martin, and carrie? I really your hc for the other slashers and in curious about these ones too!

continuation of play fighting !

this is gonna be funnnn !

bo sinclair

oh you wanna fight ? well now you’re fighting . bo doesn’t play fair , and he loves to win . he’ll be enjoying watching you lose again and again , and you will be roughed up .

he’s going to flex on you , remind you of how strong he is compared to you . he’s going to make you feel small and helpless and he’ll love every minute .  if you don’t walk away with bruises and bite marks he didn’t do his job . 

also , prepare for this playful scuffle to end up in dirty , rough sex . he’s got a power trip going , and making you submit is the only thing on his mind . he’ll dirty talk to you while you fight and then again while you fuck .

vincent sinclair

he isn’t one for play fighting . as much as he likes it when you submit to him , he doesn’t want to use violence , even playful . he has to wrestle with the to be wax figures enough as it is , and it doesn’t give him a power trip like it does bo .

if you find him in a playful mood , he’ll put up some of a struggle , but ultimately let you win , knowing full and well that he could easily over power you . and maybe that’s why you like play wrestling with him so much . 

lester sinclar

honest to goodness , it’s a fun silly , happy time . laughter and play growling . jonesy barking happily as she watches you play . it’s going to involve tickles and kisses and you’re probably going to get filthy . 

he loves play fighting . loves picking you up and rolling around . he’s strong enough to win every time , but that’s not fun . it’s always a mix of winning and losing . and no matter what , you’ll end up giggling and cuddling .

jacob goodnight

don’t . . . please don’t wrestle with him . at least until he’s 100 % comfortable . it might bring back unwanted ptsd flash backs of abuse . he needs to be comfortable . keeping it light and soft is the best bet . just be careful . this poor sensitive boy will break down . 

martin ( 1977 )

martin doesn’t like play fighting . he doesn’t want you to struggle against him . he’d just prefer aggressive full body cuddles . 

carrie white

play fighting with carrie is more like cuddling in a field of flowers and rolling around . there’s no fighting . just giggling and clinging and kissing and laughing . you end up with grass and flowers in your hair and both flushed and sun kissed . 

[mediocre-writerr]

secret [cassie howard]

cassie howard x fem!reader

summary: you and cassie have been a secret for a long time, but she apparently has some secrets of her own; requested by anon

a/n: in honor of yesterday’s euphoria finale, which broke my heart by the way, here’s this lovely angsty cassie fic. and for those waiting on pt.2 of my wanda fic, it should be out in the next couple days!! i hope you guys enjoy!

*not my gif* 

Secrets are complex. Secrets can die with only one people knowing. But sometimes secrets spark and set everything free. 

“Cass? Babe?” You touched her leg and shook it softly. She finally snapped out of whatever trance she was in. Turning to face you in your car, she gave you a tight lipped smile, just humming in response, “Are you okay? You kind of tuned out for a second.” 

The new Spider-Man reflecting off your windshield at the drive in theater. This was your classic date that you knew she loved, oh so much. It was a place where the two of you could get away without peering eyes. You didn’t have to worry about the whispers of the kids in the hallway or if someone found out. All you had to focus on was her.

But this time was different. She was a little more tuned out than anything else. Cassie intertwined her fingers that rested on my hand, “I’m okay. I’m just tired.” 

You leaned over the center console and tapped your shoulder with a playful smile on your face. Her blue eyes were shining with love as she rested her head on your shoulder. You placed a kiss on top of her blonde head. 

“This guy Tom Holland’s hot.” You muttered and she smacked your thigh lightly.

“Hey! Eyes on me.” She teased.

You smiled at her, “I always have my eyes on you and only you.” 

“And I only have eyes for you.”

There was something off about her tone. Usually, there’s enthusiasm and you could practically feel the love radiating off of her, but this time it was different. It was like she was holding back from something. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Your white sedan drove back up on the freeway just like you had always done. It was late enough on a school night that no one was really out and about. Lexi never questioned where her sister was, as long as she was there when they woke up in the morning that’s all she scared about. Suze was up sometimes, but was too boozed out to even notice.

You leaned in closer to her, cupping her cheeks softly and pressing her lips onto hers. The kiss was quick like the speed of light. Her lips were on yours and then they weren’t. 

You furrowed your brows, “What’s wrong?” 

She looked out the window, like she saw someone lurking in the shadows, but you just blinked your headlights to show that there was no one there. Cassie laughed nervously, “I’m sorry, I thought there was someone out there. I got spooked. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Goodnight.” 

The blonde opened your car door and stepped out into the cool winter air, “I love-” Before you could even finish your simple words, the door shut, cutting you off.

It confused you at first, but you just shrugged it off. Maybe that should’ve been your first warning. Or maybe that was just another warning you should’ve added to the list. The list that you knew was forming, but you were continuously in denial. 

It all started at school one day. You were all hanging around Maddy’s locker when Nate walked by, and for some reason Cassie’s bright blue eyes started looking at him, watching his every move. 

You nudged Cassie’s shoulder as her gaze followed  Nate until he was out of sight. Jokingly you let out an exasperated gasp, “Do you have a crush on Nate Jacobs??” 

Her eyes widened and she was stuttering to get the words out of her mouth. you just grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly, “I was just joking Cass.”

“Shit you better be.” Maddy threatened, “I’m so thankful that i’m over that piece of shit.

“And i’m thankful we can call cut him out of our lives!” Kat cheered on and you all whooped and hollered, well all but Cassie who just smiled along with you.

That was the very start of the list that kept on growing, but as it kept growing the more in denial you got. 

“Y/N?” Lexi’s voice snapped you of your trance, “Are you going to flip to the actual script or are you just going to keep staring at the front cover? You’re making me nervous.”

You looked back up at your best friend, shaking your head to get you out of your trance, “Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts for a second.” You muttered as you flipped to the first page of her script. 

“Are you thinking about my sister?” She asked and your head immediately snapped up.

“Why would I be thinking about Cassie?” You asked, trying to sound incredulous as possible. 

You, Lexi, and Rue were inseparable growing up. It changed a little when Rue’s dad died and Lexi’s left. Rue resorted to drugs and started to pull away from us, so that left you and Lexi. 

And you told her everything. Except for the big chunk of information that you’re dating and in love with her sister. Not to mention have been dating her for a little more than a year now. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell her. Cassie and you wanted to keep your relationship private and in a place like East Highland the best way you could do that is to keep it a secret. 

“Because the two of you have been seeing each other for over a year now.” She pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“How-Lex? What the fuck? You just didn’t say anything??” You asked her like she just grew two heads.

“Well, I was going to wait for you to say something, but you never did. Not gonna lie it hurt, but I figured there was good reason. Plus my sister’s public relationships have been very public, she really wanted to make it work with you I’m assuming.” 

“Are you like a mind reader or something? Do you have super powers that I don’t know about?” You questioned, slightly impressed, yet slightly scared that she knows all of this information.

The brunette Howard just shrugged, “I’m a writer, Y/N. You should know to never underestimate me.” 

You let out a soft chuckle, “I never underestimated you, Howard.” You clear your throat, “I promise I’m treating Cassie right.” 

“I know you are, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind about that. I’m worried about you, Y/N. My sister’s a flight risk, you of all people should know that.” She whispered, her brown eyes staring into yours. 

I put my hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly, “After sixteen months, I trust her.”

“Okay, but please don’t say that I didn’t warn you to run for the hills.” Lexi teased and you just laughed softly.

There were other things that started happening each week. You honked your horn just like you always did when you picked the Howard girl’s up from school, “Cassie got up at 4am today.” Lexi muttered to you as she got into the backseat of your car.

“4am? Doing what??” You asked incredulously, one of the many thing you learned from dating Cassie is that she never got up that early. An hour before she had to leave was fine, but 3 hours? That wasn’t like her at all.

“She was doing a very complex routine. I don’t even know, something’s going on with her. I just don’t know what.” 

Her outfit wasn’t anything unusual though. But as the days went on, they became unusual. The fourth day though was the weirdest of all. 

The blaring of the horn echoed through the quiet suburban neighborhood. You saw Lexi racing outside just like she always did. Two Eggo Chocolate Chip Waffles wrapped in a paper towel in her hands. She tossed you one of the waffles as she climbed into the backseat.

“Something’s really going on with Cass.” She murmured.

“What do you-”

Your passenger door flew open and Cassie climbed into the car with a turquoise crop top and matching pants. Her hair was in a half up, half down, and her make up looked identical to what Maddy would usually wear. 

“What?” She asked as you just blinked at her.

“Why are you dressed like Maddy?” You questioned, pulling out of their driveway.

“I-I’m not.” She stuttered.

“Yes you are.” Both you and Lexi said at the same time.

“I’m just trying out different outfits, is that such a crime?!” She snapped at the two of you, something Cassie has never done to you before.

You shook your head, while Lexi took a bite out of her waffle, “No, not at all. You look beautiful by the way.” 

That’s something you’ve always done. No matter what style she changed into that week, you always noticed her and told her that she was beautiful. Even when she was dressed up like a country music star and not in a good way.

“Do you think I look like I’m going to be a part of Oklahoma?” She asked you, the two of you spending lunch in your car that day. A small pout was on her lips as she looked at you, after telling you the story about the few girls in the bathroom earlier.

“No, baby, you look beautiful.” You told her, pressing a kiss to get rid of the pout on her lips. 

She looked at you in disbelief, “Really?”

“Really, you could wear your grandma’s closet and you’d still be the most beautiful girl.” 

There was a pull that was forming between the two of you. It was like two magnets, one so desperately trying to connect while the other was resisting. You don’t know what happened or where the love she once held to you went, but it was apparent she was distracted. And it was apparent that you were still in denial. 

“Lex, this is amazing!” You screamed excitedly, reading another section of her play, “The satire! The exposure! All of it is gold!” 

“Really? You think so?” She asked, excitement hiding behind her brown eyes.

“I know so. I’m only halfway through and I already love it! It’s going to be a hit! Don’t underestimate yourself!” 

Without another word, Lexi lunged forward embracing you in a hug. One that caused your knees to hit the back of her bed, causing both of you to fall onto the bed. Her head rested on your chest as you both giggled to gill the comfortable quiet air. Her brown eyes stared up at you, glistening in the bedroom light. Both of you stayed there for a quick moment, before she shot up, brushing herself off. 

“Where did you and Cass go last night? She came home super late,” She asked, immediately changing the topic and flipping through her script, “Not that I want to hear about your sex life with my sister, but because you’ve never kept her out that late.”

“What do you mean, where did we go? I was out with my family for dinner, so I couldn’t do anything. Did she say that I was with her?” You asked, but before Lexi could answer Cassie, Maddy, and Kat came bursting into the room.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you’d be here today.” Cassie spoke up, surprised, and slightly nervous to see you, but still went over to you.

 You hopped up from off the bed, embracing her in one of your infamous hugs as you slyly pressed a kiss to her neck. She shuddered under your touch and you smirked at her reaction. 

“I came over to-” Out of the corner of your eye, Lexi shook her head, “I came over to read Lexi’s essay. I had to make sure hers was perfect, even though by the time I read it, it was already perfect.”

You walked a few steps over to Kat, giving her a quick hug and the one to Maddy, “Happy Birthday Mads!” 

She squeezed you tightly, rocking you back and forth, “Bitch, I thought you weren’t coming tonight!” 

“Coming to what?” You asked, pulling away from her slightly, but your arms still wrapped around her.

The brunette’s eyebrows just furrowed, “Cassie said you couldn’t come to my party tonight. Something about a family dinner?” 

“No idea what you’re talking about. I had a family dinner last night, but I heard nothing about your party.” 

The two of you looked at Cassie who just shrugged with a sheepish smile, “I thought your family dinner was tonight, so I didn’t bother asking. I’m sorry.” You didn’t know if she was being genuine or not. 

“No worries, I’m here now. So, let’s get this party started!” 

You and Cassie locked eyes for a quick moment before you walked past her and followed Maddy down to the kitchen for shots, but before you could even make it down there was a knock on the door.

“I got it!” You yelled. 

You swung the door open, smiling as Lexi ran by tapping your butt, but your smile quickly faded as Nate towered over you. His douche smirk that makes you want to punch him in the face, appeared on his face. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, it’s been awhile.” He stated with a small smile.

“Yeah...who invited you? Maddy wants nothing to do with you.” You asked without formalities.

“Cassie did, she thought it would be nice, and who am I to turn down an offer from a pretty girl like herself.” He shot you a wink, slipping past you as you clenched your jaw. 

There was an even weirder energy in the air. Your girlfriend was drowning herself in alcohol, different kinds, entire bottles. It’s like she took every bad part of her dad and mom and put them together for this one night. 

“Cass, how about we cut you off? You’ve had a lot.” You told her. Everyone was outside and she was dancing and drinking all by her lonesome. 

She wrapped her arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her. You nuzzled your face into her hair, kissing the top of her head. The smell of alcohol replacing the sweet scent that you love about.

“My dad and I used to dance in the living room together. This was the song that was playing.” She told you, swaying the two of you to the music, “But I can’t go to bed, it’s Maddy’s birthday and we need to celebrate.” She slurred out. Her chin rested on your chest as her bright blue eyes looked up at you, a cute little pout on her face. 

“I think you have celebrated enough for fifty more birthdays.” You joked as she pressed her lips on yours. Both of you sharing a sweet kiss, a kiss that hasn’t felt that way since New Year’s. 

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You whispered after pulling away from her and she just hummed in response as the two of you swayed to the soft music, “Are we okay? You’ve been pulling away a little bit.” 

“Of course we are, why wouldn’t we be?” She asked and you shrugged. 

“I don’t know it just kinda seems like-” Before you could even finish your sentence Lexi comes walking into the room.

“Cass, they’re looking for you.” She gestured to the hot tub and Cassie slipped away from your grasp, leading you outside. 

You dipped your feet into the heated tub next to Maddy as she rested herself between your legs. It wasn’t anything new, Maddy found safety in your presence. In a world where she has been nothing but treated like garbage, you were always there to life her back up and protect her with every fiber of your being.

Cassie flopped into the tub and onto Nate’s lap. She laughed loudly, “Sorry!” Nate firmly grabbed her waist and quickly removed her, but you caught the small way her rubbed circles on her hips. Your hands gripped the edge of the tub tighter, causing your knuckles to go white. 

“I’m so glad you guys are back together.” BB said and Maddy immediately paused.

“We’re not back together.” She muttered.

“You’re not?” Cassie asked, looking more intrigued and sober that she has the entire night.

“No.” Nate immediately followed up and you knew that was a bad move. 

And you stand by that because a whole argument started breaking out between the two of them. You, Kat, and Lexi made eye contact every once in awhile hoping that this would just end. 

“Wasn’t he trying to gaslight me, Y/N?” Maddy spoke up, causing you to actually pay attention. 

“Oh yeah.” You nodded. 

“When is she not going to agree with you? She’s one of your best friends.” He pointed out.

“I didn’t agree with her when she kept going back to you in fact, I told her a million times not to,” You told him and his face fell, “So I can make my own opinions and decisions, thank you very much.” You pointed out. 

Maddy looked up at you and whistled, “Wow, low blow, Y/N/N.” She commented, but a smile still appeared on your her face.

“I just don’t understand why me saying no is such a big deal.” Nate whispered, looking defeated.

“This is why I don’t believe you when you make all these promises, talking about how you want to get back together. You’re the only person in the world I care about,” Your eyes locked on Cassie’s blue ones that looked hurt and confused, “Please when I go to college move with me, marry me, have my babies!” 

And all of a sudden it felt like a whale was splashing into the hot tub as fluid came flying towards you and Maddy. You turned to Cassie and saw the alcohol that she indulged in not too long ago all over her, and into the tub.

Everyone ran out of there, Kat was consoling Maddy who was trying not to throw up, Nate practically flew out of that tub, while you and Lexi hopped over to help Cassie.

“I’m so sorry Maddy! I’m so sorry Maddy!” Your girlfriend sobbed out in between coughs.

“Lex, go get a towel for her, okay?” Set up some water bottles, a bath, and some aspirin. I’ll wait it out until she’s done.” You told the younger Howard and she nodded, running off to do what she told. 

“It’s not fine! I ruined everything! I’m so sorry!” Cassie screamed.

You went over to your girlfriend and rubbed her back softly, “Shh, hey c’mon, it’s okay. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

The blonde continued to sob as you slowly lifted her up and out of the tub. She curled her head into your chest. Her slightly wet hair started to drip onto your t-shirt. After cleaning her up, Cassie curled up against you in her bed. Your hands threaded through her blonde locks as she continued to hiccup from her sobs. 

“I’m really sorry.” She whispered to you.

“It’s okay. We all drink a little too much sometimes, you don’t have to apologize.” You told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I should’ve been keeping better eye out and taking care of you more.” 

“It’s not your fault,” And you just shrugged, as she cupped your cheeks, “You’re too good to me. I don’t deserve you. I love you, I hope you know that.” 

Little did you know, those apologies to both you and Maddy that night were not about her drunken state. It was about something completely different. It didn’t take long for you to find out why she was really apologizing. 

It was actually the next day.

You were back at the Howard’s continuing to read through Lexi’s play. Apparently, the most shocking part of the play was coming and she was super nervous for you to read it.

“Pause! I gotta use the bathroom!” You tossed the script down and walked over to the bathroom, but on your way there you saw an out of the ordinary car in the driveway. Nate’s truck to be exact and you never saw him here, unless there was a party, “Hey, why’s-”

The words caught in your throat as you saw Nate and Cassie in his truck. The older Howard leaned forward and kissed the taller boy. The kiss was hot and full of passion and it seemed to be going in slow motion. You remember when she used to kiss you that way.

“Cass, baby, we have to go,” You whispered as she left small little marks on your neck, “The New Year’s party has already started and Maddy keeps blowing up your phone and we both know that she doesn’t like to be kept-” 

You let out a moan and you knew you’d have to hide these from everyone tonight, but that didn’t matter, “I’m sorry, what was that?” She asked with a smug smirk on her face.

“Fuck it, Maddy can wait another hour.” 

You lunged forward, grabbing her head and attaching your lips together. Your tongue brushed against her bottom lip and she gladly allowed you access as your tongues explored one another’s mouth. 

“I love you Y/N.” Cassie got out and you broke away with the softest smile on your face.

“I love you more.” 

You tore your eyes away from the scene and towards Lexi who was engrossed in her book, “Shit! I completely forgot that I had to be home in a few minutes!” You exclaimed, grabbing her attention, “I’ll come back tomorrow and I’ll finish your play, I promise!” 

You pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head, just like you always did when you were younger, and ran out of the room without a response. Lexi’s eyes lingered on the page of the script that you were about to start reading and she let out a soft sigh. A sigh of relief or disappointment? She wasn’t too sure. 

You ran out the front door and immediately ran into Cass. Her ocean blue eyes wide as she quickly looked behind her and back towards you, “Baby, what are you doing here?”

The pet name that came out of her mouth used to make your stomach flutter, but now it just makes you feel sick to your stomach. You tried so hard to mask the anger and hurt you were feeling with a soft smile, “Lexi needed help with some math homework. I’m headed home now though, I’ll see you later.” 

You were about to move past her when Kat’s car pulled into the driveway. Maddy stuck her head out of the window and yelled your name with a shriek. You plastered on a smile, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t be able to leave anytime soon. 

So, you let them drag you inside and you didn’t say anything. Why? 

Maybe it was because you were just hoping and praying that she’ll just be honest with you and tell you what happened. The girl you fell in love with would’ve done that. She would’ve told you what happened and she would apologize. And you were just hoping that just a tiny piece of her was still there.

Once you got inside the younger Howard looked at you in confusion, “I convinced my mom to let me stay.” You shrugged.

But it didn’t seem like a suffice enough answer for her as she just studied you longer, “Are you okay?” She asked and everyone’s eyes turned to you.

You swallowed back, nodding with a tight lipped smile, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good! I call first dibs on the movie!” You yelled, running down the stairs, giggles following you all the way down. 

The movie was a good distraction. All you really wanted to do was lay down and cry, but you couldn’t. But then Rue showed up and she did not look good. She claimed she was sick, but by the way Lexi and you locked eyes, you knew. Her “just weed” phase grew into something much more, just like it always did. And soon the chill girl’s night that you didn’t even want to be a part of in the first place, turned into an intervention. 

You sat next to Lexi on the couch, leaning your head against her shoulder, as the two of you watched one of your best friends just deny rehab, “This can’t feel good, Rue,” Leslie told her, “Living like this, lying to the people you love, being mean to the people you love.” 

Leslie looked straight at Lexi as she said that. You aimlessly patted around, reaching for her hand to give it a small squeeze. You knew Lexi took care of everyone before herself, there were countless nights where she cried into your arms because of something Rue said. And that’s why you were supporting her so much for the play because for once in her life, she was doing something for her.

You tuned out for a second as your absent mind drew small figures on Lexi’s palm. You always used to do it when you were upset. If you had a bad day and just needed to breath, Lexi would put her hand on your desk and you’d just draw. Either with your finger or a pen. And she didn’t mind, because it helped.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lexi whispered and you shook your head, nuzzling further into her, “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head again.

“I can’t get clean, I can’t do that shit forever.” Rue said, clearly in pain as she shook her head.

The blonde Howard’s voice appeared out of nowhere, “You don’t have to! Just take it one day at a time.” She said, turning to look at all of her friends who were behind her for approval. You gave her a tight lipped smile while Maddy nodded in response. 

Rue looked at her, squinting, and even though Cass had good intentions, she should’ve just stayed out of her business.

“Hey Cass?” Rue spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“I have a question for you.” 

“What?” She asked, tilting her head like she always did when she was confused.

“How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?” There was a tense silence in the air at her words. Lexi immediately turned to you and you just had your head dow, looking at your shoes. 

Cassie let out a nervous laugh, as she stuttered for words, “What? What are you talking about?” She always was a horrible liar.

“How long have you been fucking Nate?” She asked again. 

The blonde continued laughing, “I-I’m not.” 

“What are you talking about?” Maddy asked.

“I just- I saw her get in his truck, kiss him, and then drive off. That was like what? A month ago?” Rue continued on, she didn’t know what she was doing, or maybe she did and decided to avert the attention that was on her elsewhere.

“Are you shitting me?” Maddy spoke up. Cassie turned to look at you and your eyes met for a second. The worry that was coated in her was also filled in her eyes as guilt messed together, creating the tears that were slowly forming. 

“You’re fucking Nate?! Are you kidding me?!” Maddy asked and you could physically feel the anger radiating off of her. They were like heat waves that glistened red and any second now she could just explode. 

“What? I don’t even know why she would say that!” 

“You’re lying.” You finally spoke up, locking eyes with her for longer than two seconds. 

“Y/N-” Cassie started, her voice breaking as her eyes filled with tears. 

“You’re crying?! You’re fucking crying! You’re fucking my ex and you’re the one who’s crying?!” Maddy yelled getting her face, “Rue, when was this?!” 

You were intrigued by her answer too, “Right after New Year’s or maybe it was New Year’s Eve.”

You and Cassie both threw your clothes back on, breathless, “Maddy is going to be pissed.” You whispered as you stood in front of her, a soft smile on her face.

“Let her be. It was worth it.” 

Your hands lingered on the her waist, rubbing soft circles along them. Her bright blue eyes are soft on yours, “I was thinking and I was hoping that we can make this public now. We’ve been dating for sixteen months and I just-”

“I don’t think so, Y/N.” She told you softly, guilt washing over her face.

“Why?” 

“It’s just we have such a good thing going. I don’t want to ruin it.” She told you, nonchalantly.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “We don’t have to tell everyone. We could just tell Maddy, Kat, Lexi, Rue, and Jules. It doesn’t have to be-”

“No! Why do things have to change?” She asked.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “Is it such a crime to hold my girlfriend’s hand in public? To want to kiss her and let every guy out there know that she’s mine? I didn’t think it was such a big deal! Are you ashamed of us?” You whispered the last question.

“No, of course not!”

“Then why can’t we tell people?!” You asked, now visibly hurt and upset of your girlfriend’s answer. You’ve been patient long enough, respecting her wishes, but you just couldn’t do that anymore.

“Y/N, if you can’t respect my wishes-”

“I have been respecting your wishes, Cassie. I understood in the beginning, but now? I just can’t!” You argued.

“Well if you can’t do that, maybe we should rethink our relationship!” She stormed out of your house, slamming the door shut in the process.

Maddy looked like she was to go off, but you cut her off quickly, “That’s why you weren’t at the New Year’s party earlier. After we got into the argument about me wanting to finally be open about relationship, you stormed out of the house, and that’s where you went?” 

“Wait, what?” Maddy asked.

“Cass and I have been dating for sixteen months, but she didn’t want to say anything because every relationship she has had in public was ruined because of rumors. She didn’t want to fuck anything up. But I guess maybe she didn’t want to tell anyone so she could fuck other people behind my back!” You spoke up.

“Y/N, why are you believing her? She’s a drug addict!” She exclaimed.

You scoffed, shaking you head at the blonde, “I believe her because I saw you today. Right before you ran into me outside, I saw you kissing him.” You were trying your hardest to stay strong because if Maddy could do it, so could you. 

Cassie moved towards you, cupping your cheeks softly. Even though you were trying to fight off her touch, you couldn’t help but freeze as her soft hands brushed your cheeks. Before you even knew it she kissed you, pulling you into a long kiss. Something almost as passionate as the one her and Nate shared moments ago, but you knew what this was.

No matter how much you wanted this kiss to mean something, to be real, it was just smoke and mirrors. She had you hypnotized for so long, but now you’re finally awake. 

“Don’t-a kiss isn’t going to fix this,” You pushed her away, “They warned me about this.”

“About what?” Cassie asked, looking defeated.

“You. Everyone told me that I should’ve just run for the hills, but I trusted you still. Because i knew that all the rumors about you breaking everyone’s heart wasn’t true. Rumors kill. And I trusted you, despite what they said.” 

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and they pitied you. Suze looked like she was going through every emotion at the confessions, but at then of the day she just looked disappointed at her daughter.

Suze always knew. She knew that you and Cassie were together, she just didn’t want to say anything. She hoped that Cassie’s daddy issues wouldn’t ruin the only good relationship that she has ever had, but it was only inevitable wehn it came to the blonde.

“You’re still fucking crying?!” Maddy yelled, “Y/N and I literally got fucked over by both you and Nat and you’re the one who’s crying?! Do you know how much of an idiotic selfish bitch you’re being right now?! What you’re gonna cry and say you lost the love of your life? That’s your own fucking fault!” 

“That’s really not cool, Cass,” Lexi spoke up too, “Y/N and Maddy haven been nothing, but supportive of you your entire life and this is how you repay them? Four years of friendship down the drain.” 

This seemed to really set Cassie over the edge, “Oh don’t try to act so high and mighty Lexi. We all know that you’re just saying this shit because you’ve been in love with Y/N your entire life and she chose me. You were in the background again, just like you’ve always been!” 

You looked at Lexi who was just sitting there in shock, “Is that true?” You whispered.

“Of course it’s true! Do you not notice how she’s always been touchy with you and making sure you’re okay? Or how she’s always doing something for you? I’d always get worried about you spending so much time with her and now you know the real reason why!” Her sister explained.

“That’s enough Cassie!” Suze yelled, “Just because all of your secrets are being exposed doesn’t mean that you get to expose anyone else!” 

You stepped towards Cassie, “I would’ve done anything for you and that was the thing that terrified me the most. And you just broke me.” You said, your voice breaking and you took a deep breath, “I wasn’t good enough, Nate won’t be, and no one ever will be. You’re just so selfish.” 

“You’re wrong you know? You were more than good enough.” She whispered to you. 

“There’s a key word in that Cassie, ‘you were good enough’, past tense.” 

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.9

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Embry Call x Reader

Warnings: major car accident

Words: 1874

Summary: Bella comes to a decision that tears her up but must be done.

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You slipped out of your house quietly as to not disrupt your sleeping parents.

Just a few days before Victoria’s army was expected to arrive and you couldn’t sleep. Nerves were bundled inside of you as you worried about the oncoming violence that would surely ensue.

Not scheduled for patrol that night, you knew another that was off-duty as well.

The Call residence was further into the hills, a little out of the way from the other houses of La Push. It was just Embry and his mom that lived there and his mom was already fairly familiar with you and the other boys coming around late at night. All she asked was that you guys be quiet if she was sleeping. Their mobile home wasn’t a large one and noise carried easily to her room.

Embry had sensed you coming before you tapped on his window. He lifts his window open and sticks his head out. “You know, people might assume you coming to my house late at night as a booty call.”

You flick his nose with a laugh. “Don’t be gross. I can’t sleep.”

Crossing his arms on the windowsill, Embry rests his chin atop of his forearms. “Worried?”

That was an understatement that made you snort. “Always. And it always seems to be centered around vampires.”

“Gotta be grateful to them though. If they hadn’t showed up none of us could be able to shapeshift into wolves. Which, ya know besides the whole imprinting thing, is awesome!”

Agreeing with that, you turn your attention to the night sky above. Being able to turn into a giant wolf was liberating. Feeling whole in your fur and one with your pack. Many thought the pack mentality to be bothersome, but it reassured you that you were never alone.

“I’m sorry.” whispers Embry. “I know it must be hard for you to be tied to Edward.”

You had nearly gotten yourself killed to try and break free of your destined mate. Consequently you had almost gotten Sam killed too. Reality was difficult, there was nothing you could do. “I just hope I don’t become like those wolves who had unrequited imprintations.”

His voice becomes hard. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. It won’t happen. One of these days Edward will come to his senses and realize how amazing you are. He’ll love you.” Embry had his face buried in his arms but the tips of his ears were vibrant red.

Even though you doubted it, you smiled at the conviction in Embry’s speech. If Edward was willing to go to war for Bella, you doubted he would ever be with you.

Gently revealing his face, dark eyes gaze at you in a way that made your tummy tickle. If only fate had been kinder.

“And one day I bet you’ll imprint on someone who can return your feelings. Of course she’ll love you.”

It happened so naturally and without a skip in your breathing as the two of you lean in for a chaste kiss. Your first kiss at that. Not a long kiss, you pull away from one another. Down inside you were disappointed. As nice as it was, you didn’t feel any fireworks or the world shifting. Not like when you first saw Edward.

“Nothing, huh?” he sadly asks you after seeing the crestfallen expression on your face.

Your fingers slide down the chipped paint on the side of the mobile home. “Not exactly nothing. . . But. . .”

Shaking his head, Embry lets out a disappointed sigh. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand.” There’s evident hurt on his face but you knew there was nothing to do about it. He knew that Edward would always be your intended. One kiss wouldn’t be able to change that.

Quiet goodnights were exchanged, reassuring that there were no hard feelings. It was just one of those things. Something you had to do at least once to get it out of your system.

Above your head, accompanying you back home, was the sliver of a moon. Apathetic in it’s dark blanket but watching over you.

Why Edward?

And then there was Edward and (y/n) concerning her too. Edward had lied to her when he said that there were no feelings for (y/n). What else was he lying about. Their relationship was in limbo, uncertain and rickety as Bella tries to ground herself. Edward still wanted to be with her, right? After all they had been through together surely the presence of (y/n) wouldn’t do much harm to them. Maybe if (y/n) had been a normal, human girl. She wasn’t though, she was already a full member of Edward’s world,; filled with vampires and other matters of supernatural beings. Jacob had told Bella awhile ago that imprinting was the strongest force in the universe.

Everything about the arrangement was destined not to be. A vampire and a wolf. That already spelled disaster. You decided whoever controlled fate was a moron. A happy ending could never be in your future.

**

The Cullen house was on edge; waiting and holding onto their bundle of nerves that not even Jasper could get rid of. Graduation was supposed to have been a momentous occasion for Bella. With Victoria looming over her head it was hard to enjoy any of it. According to Alice, the battle was mere days away. How could she find any joy in her human life when people she cared about would potentially be hurt.

Bella frets, chewing at her thumbnail while Edward was perched at his large bay window to the darkness outside. Lacking true dark of night, there hung the moon giving off a comforting glow. Eyes of gold are fixated on it and Bella wishes she could hear what Edward was thinking about. There was plenty to choose from but self conscious Bella picked (y/n) as the subject of his thoughts. Edward and (y/n) hadn't even spoken much and yet they were destined to be soulmates. During training, Bella hadn’t a clue which wolf she was until Jasper called her up. Her wolf didn’t indicate anything feminine, she was almost larger than Jacob and had a fierce black muzzle. When she had attacked Edward, Bella assumed the worst. That jealousy induced by imprinting had gotten to (y/n) causing her to attack Edward. Thankfully it wasn’t so. Her lunge hadn’t been out of violence. Nevertheless it was terrifying and somehow beautiful. (y/n) moved with intention and grace where Edward struggled to keep up with her. If she wanted to, (y/n) could have ended him. Ended Bella so she could have her destined mate. Before the wolf pack had left to return to La Push, Bella caught the two flames that were (y/n)’s wolf eyes. There wasn’t any hate or resentment. Bella felt sadness and guilt emanate from her. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want Edward but because of what she was, (y/n) was automatically linked to him now.

Bella truly felt sympathy for the wolf girl. (y/n) hated this as much as Bella. What a tragic tale that was being weaved right before their eyes. Like one of the stories Bella loved to read. Only this was her life falling apart.

“You don’t love her, right?” Her voice didn’t belong to her. She hadn’t meant to ask that nagging question out loud.

Even as he went to sit next to her and cover her hand with his own, Bella noticed uncertainty on his beautiful marble face. “I love you.”

Slipping her hands away from him, Bella frowns. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Hurt reflecting, he shakes his head and looks down at his floorboards. “No, I don’t love her.”

There was something though. Something that he felt for (y/n). It was in the tone of his voice. Jaw quivering as the core of her heart was being scooped out, Bella can’t bear to look at him anymore. Clenching her teeth together to suppress everything, Edward moves himself an inch away from her. He could sense that she didn’t want to be touched by him right now.

“Bella. . . I swear, I don’t love her..”

“But you feel something for her. On a primitive level because she imprinted on you. Where does that leave me Edward? Don’t even try to deny it. Something is growing, whether we like it or not.”

Running his tongue over his bottom lip, Edward wants to talk about anything else besides this subject. “Look, let's talk about this after we settle things with Victoria.”

It was logical, but Bella didn’t want to be logical. This betrayal of affection hurt. It wasn’t fair. They hardly knew each other. Only spoken a handful of times. “I think we should take a break.”

Immediately Edward’s face crumbles. “Bella-”

She shakes her head, cutting him off quickly. “No, you’re right. Our relationship can wait until Victoria and her army are dealt with. That should be our priority. After, we can re-evaluate ourselves. This isn’t anyone’s fault. I’m not blaming you or (y/n).” Tears started to form making Bella swiftly brush them away before they fell. Back onto her feet, Bella retrieves her phone and keys from Edward’s dresser. She glances at the ring on her left hand. Encircling her slim finger was the ring that once belonged to Edward’s mother. For an engagement ring it was rather big, but the sentiment behind it had sent Bella over the moon. Now it only filled her with sadness. Hesitantly she slips it off and places it where her phone had once sat; internally promising the diamond ring that she would one day wear it again.

Convinced with her decision, she chanced a glance at a heartbroken Edward who could only give her a pleading expression of ‘don’t go’. If vampires had been able to cry, surely there would be tears running down his face at that moment.

It took all of her strength to leave the Cullen house and head to her dilapidated truck. Inside, Bella presses her forehead against the steering wheel and sobs. Fingers fumble to start her truck as she collects herself. If Charlie knew she had been driving while emotional, he would give her his attempt at a parental talking-to about the dangers of driving. The heel of her palm is used to dry her eyes as Bella begins the drive back home.

Almost seeing sight of her father’s house, it felt like a wrecking ball slammed into the driver side of her truck. Completely blind-sided, Bella sees stars explode in her vision. Her seatbelt prevented her from rolling around as her truck tumbled off the road. The side of her head smacked into the side window which had already shattered in a few places from the initial impact.

And then it stilled. Everything was eerily quiet as Bella winced in pain, trying to unbuckle herself. Her head was foggy though and her body sluggish. The driver-side door is promptly ripped open and tossed to the side. Already struggling to stay conscious, she squints into the dark; met back with vivid red eyes. Features blurred, but Bella knew from the eyes that this person was a vampire.

A male voice purrs “You must be Bella.”

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